Chapter 3: Carl

I have never come like that in my life. All during our sex that night, nano images kept popping into my head like a Nike commercial. Stein was in my head, and he was fucking a young woman.

In my mind, I couldn’t see her face because his fat body covered her, just long arms and legs and blonde hair. The images of the relentless pounding the old man was giving the woman mixed with Charlotte’s real-world moans set off an explosion I have never experienced before.

As a joke, the next morning, I secretly bought a 9.5-inch flesh colored dildo on Amazon. It would be worth the money to see my sweet wife’s reaction when she opened it later in the week.

I drove into the office with Charlotte with a plan to take an Uber to the airport after my meeting. Mr. Stein met us in the parking lot. On the way up in the elevator, he asked about the issues we were facing on my contract, but quickly transitioned to asking me about Charlotte.

“That wife of yours man, she ain’t too bright, but wow, that’s a great looking woman. You’re a lucky man.”

Not sure how to handle his insult-to-compliment, I just said, “Thanks. I am very fortunate.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Oh great, here it comes. How crude and demeaning is he going to be about Charlotte right to my face?

“The way she dresses, how does she pull that off. She always looks so well put together, like something off a Milan runway.”

“That’s all her. It’s her superpower.”

“Strange, that she can do that, but not drop customer calls.”

“That was just once.”