"You gave her a
what
?" my wife Katherine screamed at me as I grabbed a bottle of ice cold Mexican Coca-Cola out of our fridge. We'd just gotten back from the barbeque over at Ashley's parents' house and she had asked me how my chat with Ashley had gone. I told her about how Ashley's dad came up with the internship idea and how I had agreed to give it a shot.
"An internship, a job, whatever you want to call it. I don't see why you're so upset." I popped the top off the Coke and walked over and sat down at our kitchen table.
"I'm upset because I don't want that girl in my house, especially when I'm not around," she said as she sat down at the table across from me.
"Look, I thought you wanted to make nice because of the whole car thing. You're the one that asked me to talk to her."
"Yes,
talk
to her. I just wanted to smooth things over so that we could move on from her staring me down every time I saw her."
"Didn't we accomplish that?" I asked, recalling how Ashley went up to greet my wife after our little escapade in her bedroom. Sure, Ashley had just fucked her husband but she didn't know that.
"I guess," my wife said, "but I still don't trust her. She was way too over the top nice to me when she came over to hug me at the party."
"So, first she was being a bitch that was staring you down and you didn't like that, and now she's being too nice and giving you hugs and you don't like that either? I'm confused."
"I don't trust her, period," my wife said as she glared at me across the wooden table.
"Look, if I tell her now that she can't have the job you don't think she's going to know you changed my mind about it?" I asked as I took a sip of the soda.
"Great, so I'm the bad guy again. This is fucking fantastic," she said.
"Let's give her a chance, Ted said we could have her clean the house if we wanted her too and you're always saying you could use some help around here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but what I mean is that you shouldn't leave your crap lying all over the place," she said as her hands flew up in the air exasperated. "Besides, I doubt little Princess Ashley knows much about cleaning anything."
"Well, we'll find out, won't we? I told her she can come over Monday morning and I'd get her up to speed," I said looking at her across the table.
"I just don't like it. I don't trust her and I certainly don't want her in my house when I'm not around," she snapped as I sat back down at the table.
"What do you think she's going to do? I'm going to have her organizing some old ideas I've had for stories and have her help me go through all the junk mail."
"I don't know what she's going to do, and having you in charge of her doesn't make me feel much better. I see how you look at her."
"And how is it that I look at her exactly?" I asked looking across the table. Knowing damn well that I've been caught at least a few times watching Ashley as she sunbathed in one of her little bikinis in her back yard.
"Like you want to fuck her, that's how!" she yelled. I took a deep breath, trying to use my years of card playing with the guys to put on a good poker face. I was hoping I didn't have any tells that I didn't know about.
"Look, she's hot, I'm not going to sit here and tell you she's not. You have no problem telling me that Derek Jeter is hot anytime he comes on the television screen so what's so different about this?"
"Derek Jeter doesn't live next door!"
"So you must think I'd have a shot with Ashley?" I laughed as I got up to throw the empty Coca-Cola bottle into the trash.
"I didn't say that, did I?"
"It seems like you are, if you're worried about her being alone with me because of the way I look at her. She's hot, but she's just a kid." The minute I said it I heard Ashley's voice telling me it was ok to call her a kid so that my wife wouldn't think she was a threat.
"You are over twice her age."
"There you go," I smiled.
"It still doesn't mean that I have to like it. Just because she screwed up doesn't mean you have to babysit her," my wife said as she tapped her fingernails on the table.
"Look, I told Ted that we'd give this a try and I'll take care of it. She might actually be able to help both of us around here. You're off at work most of the day anyway so I'll make sure your paths don't cross much, if at all."
"Whatever," she said as she got up and left the kitchen. I heard her footsteps heading up the stairs as I sat there at our kitchen table. I took a deep breath and shook my head. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I guess I should have known that my wife might have a problem with the job offer but I thought if I blamed it on Ashley's dad roping me in to it I could avoid most of her wrath. I guess I was wrong.
I was a bit ramped up from the argument with my wife and from guzzling the caffeine and sugar in the Mexican Coke so I decided to slip into my running gear and get a few miles in. It was cooling down nicely outside and I figured it would give me some time to think and to clear my head.
As I started down the street I thought about Ashley in her little pink dress, down on her knees in her bedroom with my cock in her mouth. I thought about the night we spent together and how she sucked me off while I talked to my wife on the phone. I knew that I was thinking with my dick, but how could I not think with my dick? How many guys my age get the chance to fuck a gorgeous young hottie like Ashley? I knew I was a married man, but how could I turn
that
down?
I had always been a faithful husband and I was a bit surprised myself at how easily I was able to flip that switch once Ashley had me in her sights. I guess that's the problem with cheating, once you've given in and done it just once you're a cheater. There is no taking it back, so where is the incentive to stop if you don't get caught? Sure, there were moments where I felt the guilt creeping in over me but it was never stronger than the lust and desire I had to keep fucking the sexy blonde high school girl.
I asked myself why it couldn't be a win-win situation. My wife said it herself, I was always in the mood and she simply was not. Why didn't it make sense then that if fucking Ashley also helped my wife's and my sex life that the affair could be a good thing? Oh, the things that guys thinking with their dicks will come up with.
My heart rate was up now as I ran down the dimly lit street. I knew the question that I should be asking myself was what happens when it's over? I didn't want to think about that, knowing that none of the endings would be perfect and some would be downright destructive. I knew I wasn't being rational, but I figured if I didn't dwell on it I could enjoy the lurid fantasy while it lasted.
It was just after 8AM on Monday morning and my wife and I were sitting back at the kitchen table having breakfast. She was wearing a black business suit and heels and was catching up on the latest news on her tablet. I was sitting across from her wearing blue jeans and an old Doors t-shirt having my morning coffee. She was getting ready to head off to work managing her family's chain of furniture stores while I was awaiting the arrival of my new intern, Ashley, something my wife and I hadn't talked about since our argument right after the barbecue.
"So what do you have planned for the little princess today?" my wife asked looking up from her iPad.
"Just the basics, I need to show her my workflow and see where she can be helpful. If I'm lucky she'll be able to help me get a bit more organized. Why, do you have something that she could do?" I asked seriously, looking up at her as I sipped my glass of orange juice.
"Well, there is laundry to be done and the tile in the showers could use a good scrubbing, not to mention the toilets," she smiled as she closed her iPad case.
"You're starting to sound like an evil step-mother in a Disney story," I laughed.
"Hey, you did say that Ted offered that she'd clean the whole house if we wanted her to. What time is she supposed to be here anyway?"
"I told her to be here at 9AM, why?" I asked.
"Because she's already walking up to the deck," my wife said motioning out the window.