Chapter 11

Abel was almost done with the day’s work when Stacey pulled him aside again, yanked down his pants, and began sucking his dick. She licked her lips as she hoovered him, of course, not that he minded at all. He noticed that almost everyone else had left, so it was basically just the two of them alone at the shop. That was rather handy given that Stacey clearly wanted to use him for his body. She wasn’t kidding about her “work wife” status at all, was she?

“So ... what’s the deal with your husband, honestly?” Abel groaned as Stacey stopped sucking him to bend over and drop her shorts for him.

“It’s simple ... I bribe, reward, and distract him with other women, so I can get it on with other men. Well ... and other women, since I’m bi. That helps with threesomes, trust me on that. I still love dick best, though, and gang-bangs ... pulling trains ... yeah, that’s all for me. But, yeah, if you’re asking me which of us is in control of the marriage, it’s me.

“Joe’s a much older man and he counts his lucky stars to have a pretty young wife like me, so he dotes on me and basically just lets me have my way most of the time. Dude has like forty million tied up somewhere, but no prenup, because this ain’t a community property state. He wasn’t born here, though. Started out a small Mennonite shopkeeper in Jersey and just made it so big that he parted company with the church. Still has the beard, though. I kinda dig it, to be honest. I guess that I have Daddy issues or something.

“In any case, we’re trying to get Minh to retire soon and just move in with us. A menage a trois deal where she can be the housewife, I can be the career lady, and Joe can provide for both of us. He’ll probably retire sooner or later and enjoy Minh’s company as he cashes in on his gains. And I’ll take over this office entirely by then. Be a complete queen bee, hair-pulling, gang-bangs, and all.

“At that point, well, as my favorite and Minh’s, you’ll be in very good professional shape. What does your girlfriend do for a living, by the way?” Stacey asked him now.

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. We just met last Saturday. Maybe I should just call her, eh?” Abel laughed at himself for not knowing Christina’s vocation.

Apparently, from what she said, it paid better than his, but that description covered a lot of jobs.

“Men! You guys really don’t give a shit what women do for a paycheck, with some obvious exceptions, of course. I suppose that it’s because I’m a woman and hypergamy is so utterly ingrained in me, but it’s alien to me to not give a damn about that or even ask about it. I find men’s Spartan ways fascinating, but I could never imitate them.

“I like comfort and luxury far too much for that, and I’m kinda tomboyish at times, so what does that tell you about other girls? But, yeah, go ahead and call your lady about that. Tell her that your work wife really wants to know it,” Stacey laughed and tried to imagine a woman not asking a man what he did for a living on a first date.

Yeah, not gonna happen, she thought with amusement. Hypergamy is just how we ladies roll. It’s in our blood, our chromosomes, even linked to our maternal instincts, the drive to get the best provider for our spawn. Still, I can understand how it gets to be a bit much for men at times, the way many girls overdo it.

By now, Abel was balls deep inside Stacey and she pushed back furiously at him with every last stroke. He wasn’t sure about her fertility, but it was far too late to suddenly think of that, wasn’t it? The further he thrust into her slippery twat, enjoying her soaked depths, the more that she squirmed and egged him on with some seriously profane trash talk. Stacey could be quite nasty when she wished to be and this was one such case.