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A Small World

Copyright© 2020 by D. Fritz

Chapter 4: Upping the Ante

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Upping the Ante - 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  

The staycation was over as soon as they entered the house on Sunday evening. By Tuesday Barry felt as if they had never left town. After the audit his routine had returned to a fairly normal nine-to-five shift, while Tammy’s workload remained excessive. Their coitus had also returned to pre-staycation levels. As Barry was finishing a few end-of-day tasks his phone chirps.

“Right on time,” he thinks as he hits the button to light the screen.

Sure enough, it is a text from Tammy saying she’s overwhelmed with work and will need to stay late. There is yet another client meeting and a senior partner has requested her assistance. Barry starts to enter his fairly standard reply, then has a thought and changes his message.

“Ah, too bad. You’re walking straight and my dick hasn’t fallen off, so I thought we could try and change both of ‘em tonight.” He clicks send.

Seconds later he gets a reply.

“Stop that! What are you doing?”

A little surprised at Tammy’s reaction Barry writes, “Babe, we’re married. People know we fuck. So what if we also send dirty messages?”

Again, the response was almost immediate, “STOP IT! I can’t have someone at work seeing these messages.”

Barry starts to write, “So don’t show them,” but then thinks better of it and simply responds, “OK to working late. Be careful. See you when you get home.”

“Great, now I’m getting fucking blue balls from text messages,” thinks Barry.

He tosses his phone aide and shuts down his work computer, stands, and stretches. That damn partner carrot was waived in front of Tammy’s face over a year ago and there doesn’t seem to be any change in the firm’s stance on starting the process of a vote. Now she’s fully committed and has effectively married her job and he’s the one left in the cold holding his dick.

The refrigerator holds several options for leftovers. None really seem that appetizing. Instead of starting dinner Barry goes to the bedroom and dons his running shorts and shoes. He exits and locks the front door and then stands on the porch stretching.

He starts to jog slowly to get his muscles warmed up and hopefully avoid feeling overly exerted when he returns home in about forty five minute. After a quarter mile he’s feeling good and picks up the pace. As he approaches an intersection a Miata slows with the right-turn signal blinking. The driver motions for Barry to go first. Barry waves in reply and starts across the road when he realizes it is the woman from the gas station, but this time he thinks she really is giving him a once over.

With his ego stroked he picks up the pace to a higher level and finishes his normal loop in forty one minutes. He’s tired, but in an exhilarated way. The endorphins have done their job. He showers and then goes to the kitchen and randomly picks a Tupperware container of leftovers for dinner. It’s the spaghetti from last week and it did not reheat very well. He throws it out before fishing half. He spends the next hour taking all of the leftovers from the fridge and either throwing them out or running them down the garbage disposal. With the containers empty he scrubs them all and leaves them in the drainer.

Barry’s last task before leaving the kitchen is to make himself a double Vodka Tonic. Drink in hand he heads into his office. It is only 8:45 as he fires up his personal computer. After it comes to life he starts to click on the browser icon but instead goes into the menu and finds a Tetris clone he downloaded a few months ago. He starts it and loses himself in the finger-numbing rotation of falling bricks.

At 9:33 he quits Tetris and enters the chat hoping to find SZ online tonight.

SZ: There you are!

BQ: Yeah, was in the middle of a game of Tetris and lost track of time.

SZ: Tetris, that’s old-school.

BQ: I’m old school.

BQ: Had some time to kill and that seemed like a mindless distraction.

BQ: How’s your kid? The one that started puking after our last chat.

SZ: Fine. I made him eat broccoli at dinner that night and he obsessed on it after going to bed. He eventually made himself sick.

BQ: That’s great. Never underestimate the power of suggestion.

BQ: You need to start hiding veggies like cauliflower in mashed potatoes. Kids will never know.

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