Nothing is more boring than grocery shopping at Walmart on a Saturday morning, and yet here I was pushing the cart as my wife filled it with the things we needed for the coming week.
I guess after 35 years of marriage, this is what qualifies as a "fun" way to get out and do something.
I found myself wishing something exciting would happen to decrease the boredom level.
I should have remembered the old saying- "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it!"
As I was daydreaming of kinky sex with my wife while looking at a cucumber, a voice from the past suddenly tore through my fantasy, rudely awakening me:
"Hello, John!"
It was Russel, a former boss of mine who moved on to greater things about ten years ago. I stood there dumbfounded- the conflicting words of 'hello' and 'go away' struggling to be the first on my lips.
"And I guess this is your wife?"
"Hello, Russel, it's been a long time. Russel meet Mary, Mary meet Russel."
As they shook hands I explained to Mary, "Russel was one of our managers about ten years ago."
Personally, I was glad to see him go, I never liked him much. He was one of those guys who always seemed to get his way. People would trip over themselves trying to please him, especially the ladies, and unlike a perhaps more gracious person, Russel was arrogant about his successes- especially with the ladies.
Then there were the rumors: of him sleeping with most of the women at work, of the large size of his cock and, slightly more disturbing, of some veiled references to certain under-performing guys being treated in humiliating ways behind the closed door of his office in order to not get fired...
Mostly though, what I didn't like was his commanding presence. If he said something it was final, and required an immediate response, and any opposition was met with a "look" that ended any disagreement immediately.
I remember once my team and I had been working hard all morning on a project, and we finally stopped to eat lunch.
Russel walked in the breakroom and looked at us and said, "I'm concerned that this project won't be completed on time."
As he finished the sentence, the team literally jumped from their seats and headed back to the conference room.
I was hungry, mid-bite, and still sitting, which earned me the "look". Ah, well no lunch today.
After that day, Russel never did act the same towards me, as if I had defied him.
At least I never was called to one of those mysterious closed-door office meetings...
If there was a bridge between us, I burned it the day he left. I flipped him off as he was walking out the door.
"You'll regret that someday!" was his response.
It appeared he had forgotten all about it- it had been a decade, after all, since that day.
Meanwhile, back at Walmart, he's still holding on to Mary's hand in greeting, and she has a giddy school-girl look on her face- slightly embarrassed by the attention, slightly captivated by his charm.
"Well, I should really get back to my shopping", he said, "and I see you two have just begun, so I'll be off. I hope to run into you again soon!" he said, looking directly at Mary- "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mary," then nodding at me, "John." With that, he turned and left.
"Well, he was an unusual character!" Mary said.
"Yeah..." I replied.
Mary usually did the grocery shopping on Friday mornings when I was at work, so I was wishing that this chance Saturday morning meeting was the last we would see of Russel.
I came home from work two weeks later on a Friday evening, and as we were small-talking over a home-made pizza dinner, Mary hit me with the news:
"Guess who I ran into at Walmart today?"
"Who?"
"Your old friend from work, Russel."
Great. Old friend indeed!
"He wasn't my friend, he was my boss, and we didn't exactly get along."
"I know. He said you didn't really like him, although he didn't know why. He said he thought you were a great guy and he liked you."
"He came up to you just to tell you that?"
"Oh no, we talked about a lot of things. In fact, I was worried about getting home in time to make dinner."
"Exactly how long did you two talk?" I asked, beginning to get a little concerned.
"Oh, it wasn't really that long, maybe twenty, thirty minutes. He's a talker...but in a good way!"
Now I was a lot concerned. Russel didn't usually bother with women he had no interest in, or who were unattainable. Russel usually went for the young, pretty ones, although he has been rumored to conquer the wives of those who had wronged him. But a simple middle finger wouldn't induce him to seek revenge on me by seducing my mid-fifties wife, would it?
"Look, Mary, I think I should tell you- Russel had quite a reputation back in the day. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be talking to him."
"Yes, he told me about how he thought you were jealous because he dated a lot, and you were married. Personally, I don't know what you had to be jealous about- I thought you were happy with me!"
"Jealous? What?!" I stammered- "I was happy...AM happy! I just don't want you falling for his lines! I really just don't want you talking to him anymore!"
"You're overreacting! I can talk to people without ending up in bed with them, you know!?!?"
With that, she stomped out of the room and went into the bathroom slamming the door.
I could hear the bath running, so I knew she'd come out calmer.
She was.
We spent the rest of the evening watching a chick flick and drinking wine.
The movie should have been a bad sign.
It was a story about a woman married to a jealous, controlling husband.
In the end, she left him for a smooth-talking, romantic type.
When the movie ended, Mary grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom, ripped off my clothes, pushed me down on the bed and mounted me cowgirl-style.
She was just starting to get into it when she looked down at my face, and a weird expression washed over her face.
She paused for a moment, then reached over and turned off the light.
In the pitch-black of our room she rode my cock, until her body trembled and shook with a powerful orgasm. I came moments later, shooting up inside her.
After I came, she pulled up and I fell out of her. She moved up a little further, still straddling me.
Moments later I felt my cum dripping on to my belly.
After a minute or two she rolled off of me, said good night, then promptly dozed.
I lay there in the dark, the cum growing cold on my belly, wondering what just happened.
Usually, she just lay there and I did all the work.
Why the sudden aggressiveness?
Hoping it was just the wine, and the movie, I fell into a fitful sleep.
I awoke to the memories of the dreams I had last night.
I dreamt I was back 10 years in time, standing in Russel's office completely naked, my head bowed in shame.
He ordered me to bend over and put my hands on the arm of a chair.
He then proceeded to whip my ass with his belt until I fell hands and knees on the floor, begging for mercy. He walked up to me and said, "Here's your mercy!".
When I looked up I saw his massive cock pointing at my face.
Grabbing me by the hair he shoved his cock in my mouth and began deep-throating me.
Since it was a dream, I had no gag reflex.
"See, I told you he was a fag! Look how he takes it all the way! He loves it!"
When I looked up to see who he was talking to, I was shocked to see my Mary, standing over me with a look of disgust on her face.
She said, "How pathetic! He's no man, compared to you Russel!"
Just then Russel pulled out and shot his load all over my face.
I woke up just then.
I was covered in sweat...and something else. Oh, FUCK! I had a wet dream!
How the hell could I have a wet dream about THAT!?
And I was covered in my own cum!
I sleep naked, so it got all over me, and in my half-awake state I had somehow managed to rub it all over my face and hair!
My frantic realization that I was cum-covered after that horrific dream had apparently wakened Mary, who looked at me, shook her head and said, "I guess you didn't get enough last night...kinda gross there."
Then she jumped out of bed and made a beeline for the shower.
Before she closed the door, she turned and said," Make some coffee, please."
Crap.
There I was naked, covered in cum, and now I can't even shower!
I cleaned up as best as I could in the sink, planning on showering before work.
I made the coffee and waited.
With one minute before I had to leave, Mary finally came out of the shower. I had to leave, so I hurriedly brushed my teeth and started out the door. I went to give Mary a goodbye kiss.
"I don't think so!" she said, laughing. "I'm not kissing a cum-covered face!"
"I washed in the sink!"
"Not good enough!" she said, laughing at me.
I said goodbye and left.
The rest of the week was uneventful, and we were back to our old selves by the end of the week.
But the end of the week meant Friday...grocery shopping...more Russel.
Friday evening came, and as we were eating dinner, I asked the question I dreaded to ask.
"So, no Russel today?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, no, not really. We crossed paths once, but you'll be happy to hear it was no more than hello-goodbye".
Well, I felt better about that.
The weeks started to go by, and we got back to normal. I learned to forget about Russel, Mary never mentioned him again, and I didn't ask.
Life moved on.
Several months later I came home from work to find Mary all excited about something.
"Guess what?!" she exclaimed.
