Chapter 6: First Crack

“Yeah, I can be ready in a few minutes and should be able to make it to an 8:30 meeting.”

I look over at Abby and see that the call woke her.

“It’s 5:30. Go back to sleep,” I tell her. “I have to get dressed and on the road. There is an emergency with Charlie’s Car Parts. I need to get to their main office for an in-person meeting at 8:30.”

Abby didn’t need any further convincing and rolled over and fell back asleep as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and jumped out of bed.

I got dressed in record time and was on the road by 6:00. The drive was about two hours so as long as there were no accidents or other slowdowns I should have plenty of time to get to the meeting.

There was a small fender-bender, but luckily it was just in front of me so I was only delayed a few minutes and was able to get to Charlie’s on time. The emergency turned out to be a fire drill. This client wanted to see how committed we were at addressing their concerns and would sometimes send up a red alert to test our readiness. I thought they were playing with fire. If they cry wolf one too many times we may call bullshit when there really is a problem.

Because it wasn’t a real emergency, I was back on the road at 10:00. I stopped at a drive-thru for a coffee and was soon headed for my normal route in Sudbury.

It had been almost three weeks since the snow storm and my last trip to Sault Ste. Marie. Abby seemed to have her ups and downs. Overall she seemed like her old self, but there were occasions where I seemed to notice a darkening of her countenance and a cloaking of her eyes. These usually happened before or after sex, which while fairly regular, had lost a spark and I was starting to get frustrated. Abby used to be much more aggressive in bed, sometimes pulling out her vibrators for additional fun. The best was when she used her small one in her ass as I fucked her. I could feel the vibrations pulse and shimmy alongside my dick and it wouldn’t take long for me to cum. A close second was when she would lube the small one and stick it in my ass as I fucked her. Thinking about double-penetrating my wife, or having my ass penetrated, got me horny.

It was this tumescent state that caused me to stop thinking with my big head. I reached for my phone, and from memory, punched in the number of Sheila’s personal cell phone. She answered on the first ring.

“It’s me. I’m hard as a rock thinking about you and what you would do to me if we were together.”

Sheila was silent for a few moments.

“What the fuck? Why are you calling my personal cell? And, you know I don’t do that phone-sex shit. Hang up and go pound one out, or get wifey to do the job for you.”

Sheila hung up without waiting for a response.

I drove on in silence with ever growing blue balls knowing that I wouldn’t get relief any time soon.

The rest of the day was normal. I called on one of my regular clients and then met with my regional manager, Darrel Washington, for a late-afternoon drink. My sales numbers are on target so the meeting was amiable. I then thought I’d call it a day and head home.

When I got home at 5:30 I found Abby in the kitchen cutting vegetables for dinner. There was something already in the oven. I came up behind her and kissed her ear, reaching a hand around and caressing her breast.

“Hi, honey,” I said as my hand continued its work.

“That’s enough. The kids are in the next room,” Abby protested. “Go drop off your stuff. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.”

It was while dropping off my briefcase that I realized dinner was almost ready, yet Abby didn’t know when I was going to be home. She must have planned on feeding the kids and leaving something on the stove. She had never done that before.