I was sitting in my office staring at a blank computer screen waiting for my wife to get home and thinking about the bombshell that Ashley dropped on me a few hours earlier when she told me that I was the man that she was imagining the first time she had ever played with her sweet little pussy and made herself cum. I tried my best to wrap my mind around the fact that Ashley had been fantasizing about
me
for years now and that my wife finally just gave her a reason to act on it when she told Ashley's mom about her and her friends drinking and getting high.
These revelations made things so much more complicated. My mind flashed back to all of those summer days when Ashley would be sunbathing in her backyard in one of those amazing little bikinis where it seemed like every time I would be out cutting the grass she would appear like magic. I always assumed I was just getting lucky, but now it seemed like luck had nothing to do with it and Ashley was putting on a show for my benefit.
Knowing a girl like Ashley was crushing on me gave me an immense ego boost. It also made me realize that this relationship, or arrangement, or whatever you want to call what we had entered into carried a lot more baggage than I'd initially realized. This wasn't a girl fucking someone's husband just to get back at the wife; this was a girl fucking someone's husband because she
wanted to
fuck him and the revenge just happened to fit into the plan.
I flashed back to Ashley on her knees in front of me at my desk and how I pulled her sexy blonde hair back and told her that she was my little slut and that I would do with her as I pleased. I really wasn't sure what had come over me, maybe I was trying to scare her away and sabotage the relationship or maybe I was just trying to see how far I could push young sexy Ashley. The answer so far seemed to be that I could push her pretty damn far.
I knew what we were doing was wrong. I knew that it couldn't last forever and I knew that when it ended it could leave behind all sorts of catastrophes in its wake. Maybe if Ashley wasn't so tall, and so blonde and so very, very sexy I could have done the right thing and ended it on so many different occasions or prevented it from happening in the first place. Instead, I had to admit to myself that I wanted more and I was willing to roll the dice that it would be worth it in the end.
When I heard the door that led in from the garage downstairs slam shut I opened up my Internet browser and loaded MLB.com to see who the starting pitchers were for the games that evening. My fantasy baseball team had been slipping due to me spending a bit too much time with my now very real fantasy.
It was a good five minutes before my wife Katherine appeared in the doorway to my office.
"Hi, I'm home," she said as she walked into the room still in her business suit and heels.
"Hey," I smiled as I looked up at her. "How was your day?"
"The usual, idiot customers, idiot employees, the computer system crashed for about 45 minutes making everyone lose their minds. How was your day with your new intern?" she asked as she sat down in one of the chairs across from my desk.
"It actually went pretty well, I was impressed with Ashley." I was not lying, I was impressed that she could put on such and act in front of my wife and also do whatever was needed to win whatever game she was playing.
"I noticed the bathrooms are sparkling clean, did you really have her do that or did you clean them after she left?"
"Me clean them?" I laughed, "You must be kidding. That was all her, and she washed most of the laundry too and said she'd do the ironing tomorrow. She really seemed eager to impress you," I said looking over at her, waiting for her reaction.
"Wow, maybe I have had her pegged all wrong," my wife said as she leaned forward in her chair.
"Anything's possible," I grinned.
"Was she able to help you with your writing stuff too?"
"Yes, actually she is really smart and creative. She gave me some great feedback on some of the story ideas I had her sorting out."
"That's good," my wife said. "So she really scrubbed the toilets?"
"Yes, evil step-mom, she did," I smiled.
"Now I kind of feel bad, I never thought you'd really have her do
that
."
"Why? Everyone seemed to agree that she needed to learn a little responsibility, right?"
"Yeah, but I just thought you just wanted a little eye-candy around the house for a while. What the hell was with those shorts she was wearing today? Could they make them any shorter?" My wife looked over at me and shook her head in disbelief.
"I didn't really notice," I smiled, "it's probably just what the kids are wearing this year."
"You didn't notice, huh?" my wife smirked.
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it," I grinned.
"Well, I know it was only one day but so far I'm impressed and somewhat elated that I don't have to do the laundry tonight. Maybe this internship thing with you is a good deal all the way around."
"I hope so, maybe I'll mold her into a future bestselling author," I said as I leaned back in my chair and looked across the desk at my wife.
"Let's not push it," she smiled. "How many days a week is she going to be here?"
"Probably three days a week or so until school starts then we'll cut it back to just a couple days after school and maybe a day here and there on the weekend."
"I guess if she keeps showing up and working hard I could talk to Julie about the car thing. Ashley really did seem sorry for her actions this morning. I really wasn't expecting her to hug me and tell me I did the right thing by telling her mom. I'll admit it, maybe I was wrong about her," she said as she stood up, "I'll go make us something for dinner."
"I'll be down in a few, just need to set my fantasy baseball lineups for tonight," I smiled.
My wife exited my office and headed downstairs to make dinner and I picked up my cell phone and sent Ashley a text message.
