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Brett sat next to Michael for 5 years. The cubicles are barely separated by a fake white wood. Brett would frequently roll his chair back and talk to Michael about everything. A constant drain of sports, and memes, pop culture. It was certainly a one sided conversation at most times. It wasn't that Michael wasn't friendly, he was older, almost thirty years older. At 55 Michael didn't care about pop culture or memes, he was still trying to figure what that word even meant.
Brett would have said they were friends, Michael would say they were work associates.
The chair slid back, Brett peered around the edge of the partition. “Hey Mike, I have a weird question for you.” His voice was the same, but maybe just a bit of embarrassment tinged the edges.
Michael stopped his report, and looked at him. Lips flat, his salt and pepper beard hid most of his frustration.
“So” Brett continued. “My wife, well she wants to” he cleared his throat. “How do I say this so I don't sound crazy. She wants me to find someone to help us. She likes the idea of me saving her from an attacker. A Damsel in Distress type of scenario.” Brett's face was a little red as he said the words.
“Excuse me?” Michael was already irritated he hated to be called Mike.
“Ya, like Idk, would you jump out of the bushes or something, I mean, I could easily take you.”
Michael’s irritation grew the more Brett talked.
“I’ll do it, just for you buddy.” Michael's words clipped with frustration.
“Great, maybe tomorrow night, I will get it set up.” Brett rolled his chair back to his space and disappeared.
Michael seethed, he knew he had a dad's body, but what Brett didn't understand was that he had bitten off more than he should have. 20 years as an Airborne paratrooper and two wars, hadn't made Michael soft.
Looking to explore a cuckold story. Where I play Michael, breeding and using my coworkers wife.
Kinks open to most, come bring your thoughts and ideas.