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A Small World

Copyright© 2020 by D. Fritz

Chapter 1: Find a Friend

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Find a Friend - Barry is tempted to check out an anonymous Find a 'Friend' website after his wife has an extended period of late nights in the office in an effort to make partner at her law firm.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Cheating   Masturbation  

Barry tossed his cell phone onto the end table in disgust. Tammy, his wife of fourteen years, had just called to tell him she needed to stay late at the office. Again. He could either heat up some leftovers or run out for something. She did not expect to be home until 9:00 or later.

Barry looked up at the television. It was a news channel, and like all news channels these days, the goal was to find some kind of bad news and sensationalize it to draw viewers, report on it repeatedly, and then drop it without further mention when some other bad news caught the attention of the public.

After a few seconds of deliberation Barry stood, clicking off the television as he retrieved his cell phone and headed to the garage.

A new Ford Mustang Shelby GT was sitting in the garage. Although Barry got the car almost a year ago it still brought a smile to his face every time he sank into the leather seats and pushed the ignition button. The roar of the engine, especially if started before the garage door was fully opened, could be felt in his bones. Throwing the car in reverse Barry pulled into the street and shut the garage door.

“What sounds good for dinner?” he asks himself as he pulls away from the house with a jump.

Barry and Tammy lived in a residential area west of Fort Worth, Texas. Barry was a software engineer and worked for a company that had offices in Dallas, which was a 70 mile one-way commute when he needed be there in person. Luckily that was only required once or twice or month so the drive was bearable. Tammy was a lawyer and was busting her ass to be named a partner at her firm in Fort Worth. Her commute was less than fifteen miles which was good because recently she was spending sixteen hours days in the office six or seven days a week.

After driving aimlessly for twenty minutes Barry realized he was approaching Williams Avenue. If he turned right and went north for a couple of miles he could get a to-go order from Auntie Charlotte’s Chicken. It was locally owned by three generations of Charlotte’s. The current owner was in her forties and was grooming her teenage daughter, Charlotte, of course, to someday take over the restaurant.

When Barry arrived the line for the drive through looped around the building and back onto the street. It was an easy decision to park the car and enter the building to get his to-go order from the counter.

Twenty minutes later Barry was back in his car with way too much food. Everything sounded good, and with the likelihood that Tammy would need to work late again another night this week, Barry thought it was a good idea to have even more leftovers.

The chicken was, as advertised, the best chicken in town. The slaw, potato salad, and beans were also incredible. Barry called it quits after two breasts and a wing, plus heaping mounds of the sides. He put the leftovers in the fridge and turned to take his place in his recliner in front of the television.

Instead, Barry turned toward the bedroom and starting pulling off his polo. After an overindulgence of dinner he figured a run would be in order.

The blocks did not seem to go by as quickly as Barry remembered from his last run. It had been almost three months, but he did go to the gym a few times a week, and tried to walk regularly during his lunch breaks. But now when he was actually out on the pavement he painfully realized the time he spent at the gym and on daily walks were not doing enough to maintain the level of fitness he enjoyed when regularly running.

Exhausted, Barry arrives back at his house forty minutes after starting his run. He lets himself in and makes a beeline for the shower in the master bedroom. When the water is steaming from the stall he strips and steps into the scalding liquid.

His routine starts with a shampoo and rinse, then a brushing of his teeth. When anyone hears that he brushes his teeth in the shower, usually from Tammy’s big mouth, he invariably gets some flack.

“You do what?” exclaims the disbelieving recipient of the information. “Brush your teeth while you take a shower?”

Barry, resigned to his standard explanation, affirms that he does indeed brush his teeth in the shower, and does so because he can brush and rinse and it is one less thing that will leave the sink dirty.

“That’s fucked up, man,” is the most-often heard response. “Me, I’ll clean the sink every once in a while.”

And with that memory Barry spits the last of the toothpaste from his mouth and takes the bar of soap.

His dick twitches slightly as he soaps his crotch. It has been over a week since he had sex with Tammy. He contemplates a visit with Thumbalina and her sisters since it was likely Tammy would return home late, too tired for any hanky-panky. Instead, he turns into the water stream and rinses himself fully before stepping out of the shower and taking his towel off the rack.

His hunger sated, exercise accomplished, and showered, Barry finally takes his seat on his recliner and clicks on the television when his phone rings.

“Hey babe,” says Tammy when Barry answers.

“What’s up,” he replies.

“Listen, I’m only halfway through what I need to get done before the partner meeting tomorrow.”

Barry knows where this is going, but tries to offer an alternative. “OK, so pack up your stuff and finish here at the home office.”

“You know I’d love to, but I have briefs spread out across the large conference room table. I just sent Jackie out for food and that should be here any minute.”

Jackie was one of the interns assigned to Tammy. Zak was the other intern.

“Isn’t Zak working?” asked Barry.

“Yeah, he’ll be back shortly. His wife was arriving at the airport and they haven’t seen each other in almost three weeks. With a late night tonight, and possibly more over the weekend depending on how tomorrow’s meeting goes, I told him to pick her up and then get back ASAP.”

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