Thats What He Thought 750 Words

Another 750 word story, and another one of those "Gonna fuck your wife" ones. The world doesn't have enough. If either irks or offends you, you've been warned.

After dancing with my wife for longer than proper, her boss brought her to our table. Totally ignoring me, he locked eyes with her. "That was lovely. Save me a few dances for later."

Brenda picked up her bag. Barely sparing me a glance she said, "I need to use the bathroom."

As she sauntered away, Peter the Prick smirked. "You know it's just a matter of time before she begs me to fuck her, don't you?"

"You're absolutely right." I grinned. "And it's going happen sooner than you think."

Not expecting a reaction like that, he frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Since she got the clap, I've stopped having sex with her. By this time she's so horny she's ready to mount a fence post, so you're an answer to prayer for both of us.

"She hates blowjobs and anal, so don't think that's an option. Why do you think she's been so hot for you after working with you for three years and never giving you the time of day? But one thing puzzles me. Your wife is beautiful. Why would you want to cheat on her?"

He pulled himself up to his full six feet. The arrogant smirk returned. "Because I can. She's got the easy life. Country club, spa sessions, tennis lessons, hanging out with her bimbo friends, shopping expeditions and a new Lexus every year or two. If she dumps me, she'll have to get a job and give up the country club life. So, she's aware that I like to dip my wick now and then, but as long as I'm discreet and don't rub her nose in it, she puts up with it."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, do you think she's staying faithful to you?"

A scowl crossed his tanning salon face. "She better, or she knows she'll get dumped so fast her head will spin."

"I see. No hypocrisy there."

A leer crossed his face. "It's the golden rule, my friend. He who has the gold makes the rules."

Pretending to agree with him, I merely nodded.

My wife came ambling back. Seeing the two of us in apparently friendly conversation seemed to set her mind at ease.

I turned to leave. His wife, Melissa, sat alone at their table and I was determined to get her for a dance and get her take on what Peter the Prick just unloaded on me. Also, I wanted to leave him alone with my cheating slut of a wife so he wouldn't bother us.

In parting, I smiled. "So, have a great time fucking my wife. Make sure you use a condom when you invade that radioactive swamp between her legs. And make sure only the condom makes contact with her. You know, she squirts when she comes. I hope you've not fucked her already, because then you'd be in serious trouble."

His wife smiled and rose when she saw me approaching with my hand outstretched. A slow song played and she cozied right up to me. "What were you and Peter talking about?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Some guys can be a little coarse when they're out of earshot of, shall we say, more civilized company."

She laughed. "Oh, was he bragging about the sluts he's fucking?"

Whoa. Way to cut right through the crap.

Seeing my surprise, she continued. "Because he's a big talker, he creates the impression he's a stud who can get any woman he wants. Truth is his weenie is on the small side, so it's the typical male small penis syndrome. It's why he drives that loud Corvette of his."

I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Why do you put up with it?"

"He leaves me alone to live my life, and that has its advantages. But mainly I haven't found the right guy to leave him for yet. He insisted on a prenup before we married, thinking if I cheated he'd be free from the obligation of taking care of me. Truth is if I have proof of his infidelity, I get everything. And I have it."

Hmm, what a savvy woman. Pretty, too. "So, what you're telling me is all you're waiting for is a good guy?"

"Who will respect me, treat me right and love me the way a decent man can be expected to."

I pulled her closer to me, looking into her eyes. "Are you free for dinner next Friday?"

She smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."