My husband Glenn was, at best, a bit of a weakling! I married him 3 years ago because I thought he was a real man but it didn't take me long to wake up to him. He seemed to take more interest in everyone but me. He would listen to his mates and do what every they suggested. He would readily go to the bar and drink with them and come home pissed rather than spend an evening with me. When he was at home and sober he wasn't too bad and if I could get him aroused we would make love and both would enjoy the act. These times were few and far between and seemed to be getting further apart. Sex with Glenn was quite good but he was so easily led it was a wonder he came home to me at all.
Sometimes we would have guests over for an evening and he would either ignore me completely or make me the butt for all of his silly jokes. Many of our friends felt sorry for me but there wasn't much they could do to help me. I can recall times when one of his friends would perhaps be having a party and Glenn would tell them I would do all of the cooking for the party and then, it was up to me to deliver or look stupid! I really didn't mind doing things for other people but I would have preferred to be asked not told.
When Glenn was at his work her would be at the beck and call of everyone and they would have him running messages for them like a little boy. He was a lapdog for his boss and they took total advantage of him. His boss, Tibor, was a tall, well built black man who was forever taking the mickey out of Glenn. Glenn had invited Tibor over for a meal on a couple of occasions (Tibor was unmarried) and I had to be the hostess, running around looking after their food and drinks until I was completely sick of it all. Tibor is a very attractive man, a couple of years younger than myself (I am 27) and he is a bit of a magnet for women as they all seem to be attracted to him. I think he is very attractive and his eyes have that come hither look about them.
He has made a couple of passes at me when he has been at our home. Mainly it was just feeling my butt a couple of times and once he ran his hand up my leg, when I was standing next to him while he was sitting on our lounge, until he reached my panties but I soon moved away out of his reach. He was always making suggestive remarks to me and worse, he would make these remarks about me to Glenn who would immediately agree with him and tell him all of our secrets. The last time Tibor was at our home he casually made a remark about my boobs and Glenn stupidly told him they were very beautifully shaped and he could have a feel if he wanted. I was livid and walked out of the room and stayed out until I thought things had cooled down a lot.
Glenn came home from work one evening with a very glum look on his face. He reluctantly told me Tibor was considering retrenching him because he didn't think there was enough work for him. Glenn was shattered because he thought he was really close to Tibor because of all the sucking up to him that he did. It was a real blow to him to think he wasn't wanted. Tibor had told him he would make a final decision in 2 weeks and that would be that!
A few days later Glenn came home from work with a somewhat relieved look on his face and I immediately thought Tibor must have changed his mind and decided to keep him on. Of course, that would be too much to hope. No. Glenn still thought he would be put off work but he had discussed his problem with some of his mates at a bar and they had come up with a plan to save his job. When I asked what he intended doing, he simply told me to arrange to have Tibor over for a meal very soon and he would tell me more about it when the time came! He told me I should ring Tibor and invite him as a special favor. I wondered just what stupid Glenn would be hatching this time. Usually his intentions were good but the execution of his plan always fell flat.
I rang Tibor, as instructed, and he seemed genuinely pleased I had rung and immediately accepted my invitation to dinner the next night. Glenn was terribly thrilled when he learned I had arranged the visit and told me it would be really good for us in the future. I am always wary of Glenn and his plans and no less so this time!
The arrangement for Tibor was that he would arrive about 7pm and, as I had asked him what his favorite meal was, I would see that this was ready for him. Glenn had a grin on his face like a Cheshire cat and I knew he was banking on this meal to convince Tibor to keep him on. Why did I suspect it would fail?