Her husband might have caught us.
I met a married couple on a Saturday at a company party. They are 15 years older than myself. Wife is cute and sexy and we were attracted to each other. I gave her my phone number. Her hubby is a nice fellow and has a higher-up position in another department.
I work nights. He of course works days, M-F.
I hoped I’d hear from her and she called on Monday. We only talked a few minutes and she came over on Tue, Wed, Thur and Fri.
On Thursday, we decided to take a break and drive to a bar/grill for take-out I called in. Before we got there, she asked if she could go in with me. I said sure. She was wearing a short dress and she slipped her panties off. I had visions of lifting her dress while in the bar area to flash her fine bütt, but I didn’t.
Thursday night I picked up a friend that rides to work with me and he needed some paper to write on. He opened my glove box and pulled out her panties.
I had no idea she stuck them in there. And I had no idea they were personalized. The rear says, For A Good Time. The sides say, Call. And the front says, Mxxxy.
He had no idea who they belong to and I sure as h*** didn’t tell him.
That night, the füčker puts on the company, TattleTale website, a full description of what he found, “in an anonymous employee’s lunch box” and he didn’t tell me about it.
While Mxxxy was in bed with me on Friday, her phone rings her special ring tone from her hubby. She grabs it and answers while I’m still plugged in.
Hubby tells her about the TattleTale post and he wants to know what the hëll is up. She flashes daggers at me but she thinks quick and says she had to change panties one day in the common restroom when she was there to see him. She said she put them in the trash but someone must have taken them out, and now they are playing a terrible prank.
When she hangs up, she had a look like she knew she was busted and all was never going to be the same. She sat there, on me. I’m trying to get my last treat without going full throttle on her.
Then she tells me what a bad boy I am for doing that, putting that notice up. I told her what must have happened and that my friend didn’t tell me anything about it. I said she should have told me she left the panties in my glovebox. She said it was a souvenir gift to me.
After she thought about it, she says, “Füčk him if he can’t take a joke”, and we finished our session as if nothing ever happened.
She was supposed to come back yesterday but I didn’t hear anything from her yesterday or today. I don’t dare call her in case he has an eye on her phone.
I hope all is well but I have a sinking feeling. If something happened to her and if something happens to me, maybe someone that needs to know about this, like a cop, will see it and realize her hubby is responsible for our disappearance.