by Jason Lenov
Hayden walked past me and I watched him disappear down the drab, grey hall.
Fuck.
Hayden was one of the partners at the ad firm where I worked. I could never be sure but I had a feeling he didn't really like me. He never said as much but somehow I could just tell. You know when you can just tell? I sighed and shuffled off to my cubicle.
As soon as I sat down I knew I wasn't going to be able to get a single thing done. The memory of what I'd seen played over and over again in my head.
Lisa and the engineer.
Lisa smiling at the engineer.
Lisa laughing at something the engineer had said.
Lisa covering her mouth with her hand, sitting up straight and looking so damn pretty in front of the engineer.
Every time I thought about it that same finger of jealousy would press down into my stomach. Every time I imagined what they'd been talking about, what he'd been saying to her, I felt the same spike of jealous lust make my cock harden.
Whenever someone would walk past my desk I'd manage to look like I was deep in thought. Somehow I made it through the rest of the afternoon, making sure that I left a half-hour later to make up for the time I'd missed after lunch. I even managed to run into Hayden as I left.
He glanced at his Tissot and gave me a nod.
At least I managed that.
Lisa's car was in the driveway as I pulled up. I took a few moments in the car to collect myself. I thought to myself that I could have at least come up with a game plan. What was I going to say to her? Was I going to ask about what had happened? How was I going to bring it up? No good way of doing that presented itself and after a while I just decided to wing it. After all, it was no big deal, right?
Lisa was in the kitchen sipping a big glass of red wine. She'd changed out of her work clothes and was back in her familiar hoodie and jeans. She hadn't removed her makeup, though and it threw me off, seeing a part of her still half-inside her new world. When she saw me come in, she gave me a big smile.
"Hey you!" she said, setting her wine glass down and walking towards me. "Why'd you run away so fast? I didn't even get a chance to thank you properly!" She put her arms around my neck.
I moved my hips back a little as she came close. I was half-hard and didn't want her to notice. "Hey," I said, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, then pushing her away. "I just...sheesh, I had to get back. Hayden caught me coming in late after lunch."
Lisa's smile faded, replaced with wide-eyed concern. "Oh no!" she said, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Yeah, whatever, I played it off but still. I swear that guy has it out for me."
"Is that, I mean, is that going to be a problem? For you making partner?" she asked.
I shook my head, feigning confidence. "Nah, he's fine. But don't worry about that. How was your day?" I asked.
She shrugged. She was less dismissive than she'd been about the interview. Had she actually had a good time? "Meh, you know. Office job."
I was about to roll my eyes when I thought better of it. "Yeah. I know all about that," I said, faking my commiseration. "So it wasn't that bad?"
She smiled and tilted her head to one side. "You know, it really wasn't?" She paused, opened her mouth again as if to say something, then changed her mind. "Hey," she said, stepping towards me again and lacing her fingers together behind my neck. "I'm sorry I was so over-dramatic about everything this morning. You know how I get sometimes. God, I can be such a baby!"
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it," I said, still trying to keep my pelvis away from hers.
Her smile came back a little sly. "Can I...um...make it up to you?" she whispered.
I actually swallowed loudly. I'm pretty sure the way they do in cartoons. This was completely out of character. "What do you mean?" I whispered.
Lisa put the tip of her finger on my collar then slalomed her way with it down my shirt, snaking in between the buttons. "I think you know what I mean," she said, shooting me a coy look.
Of course I knew what she meant. But why?!? What on earth had possessed her to suddenly want sex before dinner? Feeling a little awkward, I checked the clock. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex with her, I did. It was just so unlike her. That, together with what had happened, had started all these wheels turning inside my head. "That's...I mean, I'm into it but...it's just..."
"What?" she asked, furrowing her brow.
"It's just not like you," I replied.
"Hm," she said, her smile returning. "I think today made me realize how hard you work for us," she continued. "I'm sorry if I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate that."
Well that felt kind of good. If it hadn't been for what I'd seen earlier that day I would have taken it at face value and that would have been that. But my imagination was now in overdrive. All I could think of was how this was somehow caused by something that had happened to Lisa at work.
Naturally that led me to thinking about the engineer. Was it that? Had her little flirting session actually turned her on?!? Was that all it took, another guy paying a little bit of attention to her, the right kind of attention, that had gotten her all sexed up?
"Jack?"
I looked up to see her staring at me, her nose scrunched up.
"Are you alright?"
"Huh? Fine. Why?"
She arched her brow. "Um, I'm not sure why I have to spell this out. I'm over here saying let's have sex and you're looking like I just asked you to explain Marxist theory. Are you sick?"
"What? No. No, no! I just...it's not like you, that's all!" I forced another smile and pressed my chest against hers, leaning in for another kiss.
She shot me a weird grin but didn't seem convinced. "So? What do you say?"
Take her upstairs, Jack.
"Oh God, sorry! Let's go! I don't what I was thinking! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" I pried myself away from her, stepped behind her and started pushing her out of the kitchen.
Lisa burst into a fit of giggles but let me lead her towards the stairs. "Oh Jack! You're hilarious sometimes," she said, laughing.
The whole way up the stairs and into the bedroom all I could think of was how I was going to get through this without blowing my load right away. I was simultaneously confused and turned on at the same time. I knew that the moment we were in bed all of those thoughts, the ones about the engineer would come welling up from inside me. I also knew that was going to make things very quick. I tried breathing deeply, thinking of baseball and puppies and the most unsexy things I could think of. It wasn't much use, though. By the time Lisa sat me down on the bed I was aching, I was so hard.
As she knelt down on the floor in front of me I knew I couldn't let her do what she planned. I knew that as soon as she slid my cock into her hot, wet mouth, I would spew into her. I didn't stand a fucking chance! "Wait!" I said, my voice hushed.
"Wait? Why?" she asked.
"Why don't I...why don't I take care of you first?"
Lisa smiled. "Unh-uh. No. You deserve something nice for putting up with me this morning. Just enjoy this, Jack. Don't worry about me."
The thing was, it wasn't her I was worried about. It was me. It was me and my crazy reaction to everything that was going on. I tried to resist but she worked her body in between my legs and by that time I was thinking almost exclusively with my cock.
As she peeled my zipper down, undid my belt and the button of my pants, all I could do was stare at her sly and intent smile. When she yanked my pants down, my cock sprang out.
Her eyes popped open wide. "Oh my," she purred. "Someone's an excited boy!"
Oh God, please don't say that!
As her delicate fingers wrapped around my hot shaft I felt myself flex, then saw a tiny trickle of my precum leak out of the head of my cock.
Lisa saw it too. Staring up at me with a knowing smile, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out.
I was shaking as I watched her press the tip of it against the head of my cock. Then, with the
most gentle, loving stroke of her tongue, she flicked the head of my cock and scooped up the preseed into her mouth. She scrunched up her nose at the taste. "Salty," she giggled.
I stared at her, mesmerized by the sight of the minx that was supposed to be my wife. We'd always had fun in bed but now she was acting like a freaking porn star!
With her fist wrapped gently around my aching shaft, she brought her hand up, then back down in a soft stroke. I shuddered and nearly lost it right then. I closed my eyes.
Just a little bit longer. Just let me enjoy this a little bit longer.
The velvety wetness of the inside of her cheeks gliding down my hard rod made my eyes spring open.
Lisa was staring up at me as she impaled her mouth onto my cock. Gripping me with her tongue, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked as she came back up. She popped off of me with a noisy slurp. "Oh my God, Jack, you're so turned on right now!" she breathed, looking like she was as excited by it as I was.
I swallowed loudly again but that was all I could do. That, and stare at my wife as she took me back into her mouth.
I felt a trickle of her spit run down the length of my shaft as she pulled at my cock with her mouth in another long, slow suck. She didn't come off this time. She sank back down, then bobbed back up.
Her head undulated up and down like it was bouncing in slow motion. With each dip she let me push deeper and deeper into her throat until I felt the tight muscles at the back of it. Every once in a while she would look up at me and smile with her eyes.
I could feel the cum ooze from my balls and into the base of my cock. I felt my shaft harden inside her mouth. I felt her tongue flick back and forth along it, then glide up and back down as she sucked. My insides twisted. My nuts came up. My whole body stiffened. "Oh fuck," I said, straining against the coming orgasm, trying to hold it back. "Fuck Lisa, I'm gonna come!"
She popped off of my cock with a noisy slop and her fist started pumping my wet shaft. She was eyeing the tiny hole at the head of my cock, as if waiting for the eruption. When it came spewing out, her eyes and smile went wide with approval and delight. "Oh, good boy!" she said, looking up at me.
I cried a loud and grunting roar as the climax tore up from in between my legs. Lash after lash of my hot spunk sailed into the air, some of splashing across the back of her hand, some of it flinging forward onto the front of my pants.
She kept a steady, even stroke as she milked my cock for all the seed it had. She stared at it, as if tremendously pleased with herself for making me come so quickly and so hard.
As the orgasm waned, I started to shake and the straining ache between my legs turned into a dull pain. After a few more strokes, I had to push her hand away. "Oh God," I whispered, my voice relieved now. "That was so fucking hot."
Lisa pulled her hand away slowly, turning it around, admiring the evidence of her work. "Wow," she said. "You were really raring to go there, huh?"
I let out another sagging sigh. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry about?"
"I'm...I'm sorry that was so fast."
Lisa threw her head back and laughed. "Don't worry," she said, eyeing me with another coy grin. "You can make it up to me later."
But seriously. What the fuck?!?
Chapter 4
I have to confess. That night, after we'd had sex again and Lisa had fallen asleep, I crept out of bed and went downstairs. I found her purse. I wasn't proud of what I was about to do but it also didn't feel like something I could control.
All through dinner, then the TV shows we'd watched, I could only keep my mind on one thing. Lisa and the engineer. The more I thought about it the deeper it seemed to burrow into me until I could think of practically nothing else and it was like a hot, heavy stone weighing down my insides. Every time Lisa would try to make small talk I would smile, nod and say something that probably didn't really fit with what she was talking about. She either didn't notice or didn't let on that she did.
So when she finally fell asleep I decided that the one thing that might help me, the one thing that might cure me of it, was to go down and see if she had the business card. The one the engineer had slid across the desk.
I opened her purse, standing in the hallway in my underwear and started rifling through it. Lipstick. Cherry bubble gum. Mints. Wallet. Keys.
Wallet.
Stealing a glance up the stairs to make sure that she wasn't awake, I set the purse down on the ground and pulled out her wallet.
Don't get the wrong idea. I felt terrible doing all this stuff. I felt like a complete low-life who couldn't trust his wife. It wasn't like she was cheating on me for God's sake! No. I wasn't even worried about that.
The truth was that the buzz I'd felt, that sliver of jealousy that had sliced down my spine when I'd been watching her from the parking lot, that had worn off a little. Now ever time I thought about the engineer the little sizzle of jealousy seemed less electric, less...exciting.
So what I really wanted to find, what I really wanted to discover in that wallet, was evidence. I wanted to find the card. Because that would mean she'd kept it, right? That would mean something. That would mean that she hadn't dismissed the idea of the engineer entirely. That would mean that somewhere, maybe in the back of her mind, she was holding onto it as a possibility.
And for some reason, the jealousy that made me feel was intensely fucking hot.
I flipped open the fat leather wallet, stuffed with old receipts, credit cards and business cards. Trying to be careful not to disturb the chaotic order of it, I pulled out the small stack of business cards and began flipping through them.
C.J. Turner Painting
Janice's Salon and Spa Evelyn Jones, Realtor Davrin Belinsky, RPT No engineer.
I wasn't sure what swept over me. It might have been relief but it felt strangely close to disappointment. Of course it was great that she hadn't kept the card. It was great that she wasn't planning to cheat on me with some guy at work. Every guy should be so happy.
And yet...
As I stood there, my bare feet getting chilled on the cold tile floor, I tried to figure out what, exactly, was disappointing me about it.
When I'd watched her through the window that day she was...different, somehow than the Lisa I knew day to day. Of course, part of it was the business attire. Part of it was that she was talking to someone new, acting out a new role, outside of the element I was used to seeing her in.
Outside of our life.
Something clicked inside my mind. That was it, wasn't it? It was Lisa being someone I didn't know. The situation was completely new for her. She'd never had an office job or any kind of full-time employment. Even though she had dreaded it, now that she was doing it, it seemed like it wasn't so bad. It seemed like something she might actually come to enjoy.
Even her personality at home had changed. There was a freshness to her. Hell, she gave me a goddamned blowjob before dinner!
Stuffing the business cards back in her wallet and her wallet back into her purse, I set it down on the floor and crept back upstairs. I lay down carefully on the bed and didn't wake her. I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.
Sleep refused to settle on me, though. Every time I thought I was going under I would get woken up by some though or noise I'd heard. I'd look over at Lisa to see her fast asleep, a tiny smile on her face as if she was dreaming of pastoral fields filled with bunnies.
I knew I had to do something. Finally, I decided what that something was going to be. I was going to go back to her work at lunch the next day. I wasn't sure what I was going to do there, I just knew that I had to go back.
I fell asleep almost right away and slept like a log.
***
It was another cloudy day as I pulled into the parking lot of the giant glass and metal shoe box where Lisa worked. I was much more nervous this time than I'd been the day before. It felt like there were stakes, now. Like I somehow had skin in the game.
Or maybe I was j
ust worried that Lisa would see me. Or maybe I was worried that Hayden would be waiting for me when I pulled back into work. That he'd be standing at the top of the stairs, staring at his Tissot and booming at me "Where have you been?!?"
I shook the thought from my head and focused on what needed to be done.
Problem was, I had no idea what that was.
I tucked the car into a spot a few spots down from where I'd parked the day before. This time I parked behind one of the small trees that dotted the parking lot, hoping that would provide some cover (it wouldn't) in case Lisa decided to start scanning the cars in the lot.
I hunkered down behind the steering wheel, even going so far as to put my dark glasses on. I wasn't sure why I did this, since it wasn't a very bright day, but it felt safer than just sitting them without them on. I peered over the wheel and my eyes locked on Lisa.
She seemed much more animated than she had been the day before. She was talking to Amanda. Every once in a while her hands would fly wildly into the air and the two of them would burst out laughing. This went on for quite some time.
Long enough that it made me glance at my watch once or twice and wonder what the hell I was doing there. When time really started to get tight and it looked like I was in danger of showing up late back at work again, I pulled off the dark glasses and shoved the keys into the ignition, muttering to myself about what an idiot I was for having come all the way...
Then there he was.
He had on a dark blazer over his light-blue shirt this time. He sauntered over from stage right, his hands in his pocket and an easy smile on his face. He glanced at Amanda and gave her a nod.
She mouthed something that looked like "Hey..." and whatever his name was. I couldn't make it out.
He didn't linger there. He walked right over to Lisa. He walked past her, turned around and leaned against the high counter on one side of her desk, looking down at her with that easy smile.
He raised his eyebrows.
Lisa wouldn't look at him. She'd glanced at him as he walked in. That's when she started smiling. But now that he was staring at her from above, probably leering down into the dark wedge of cleavage her slightly plunging neckline revealed, she kept her eyes wandering along her desk. Or on her monitor. You know, looking busy.
