Part 2
Again, that voice echoed as if from miles away this time Roy was ordering my wife to let up on me. “Monica, easy, give the man a chance to adjust, give him a fighting chance.” With some reluctance it seemed my wife removed her forearm, and I tumbled off the loveseat to the floor below. From my vantage point I had a view of her feet in silver strappy heels, and beyond that to Roy’s smug expression.
“That’s it. Now, Nick, compose yourself. Man up, certainty you can restrain your woman?” Nobody called me Nick, I went by Nicolas, and I found it infuriating how he had decided to shorten it like we were frat buddies. There were chuckles from Brigitte and Parker, but with one look from Roy they were muffled. The fight or flight response is not exactly correct. People can also freeze under danger, and sometimes it’s the right response to avoid detection or attack. This might be appropriate when being attacked by a bear, but probably not by one’s wife in her boss’ condo. At this point I suddenly thought to myself that despite being buff, Monica was still just a woman. If I could just focus, I was sure that I could restrain her. I would show them all who wore the pants in the relationship. But even as I struggled to my feet my focus left as my mind wandered back to the start.
Monica and I had laid in bed that night after her job interview with Roy, and she wanted to dissect every little bit of it. I on the other hand was horny and just wanted to climb on top of her and satisfy my needs. In order to get to where I wanted, I played the dutiful husband and “Actively” listened. She was very excited about the opportunity but there were certain red flags, and the more she talked the more concerned I grew over the same things. The job seemed like a dream to her. She would no longer be stuck behind a desk balancing books and producing reports. While she certainly was involved in directing finances, her job would be to support the existing partners with valuations of their own business investments as well as of prospective new investments and new partners. In other words, she would be a financial hired gun for the group. While some travel would be required, most of their businesses were centered here in Montreal, and they preferred to keep a tight circle. In fact, the only other person in the interview had been Brigitte, who happened to be not only the only female partner, but also the only one who’s business interests lay primarily outside of Montreal; it was in Los Angeles.
The strangest part of the job interview though was how most of it centered around pastimes and hobbies. They were slick enough to steer clear of asking her the forbidden questions such as her age, marital status, and desire for children, but their questions were leading. They zeroed in on her past sports, such as the fact she had once ran track, swam, and even played Water Polo. Monica was not overly athletic but if you knew what you were looking for you would see that she was in good shape; just thicker than many men had a taste for. I had asked her if this Brigitte was maybe a lesbian interested in her, or if Roy and Brigitte were romantically involved, but Monica wasn’t sure and wasn’t in the mood to joke around about threesomes.
Just before the end of the interview Brigitte revealed that one of her L.A. company’s lines was gym equipment and were looking to move into instructional videos. Roy added that one of the benefits of working for Max Steel was they had a gym on premises that all employees were encouraged to use each day, on company time. A pro trainer and nutritionist were also employed by the company for use by the executives (that would include her). He looked point blank at my wife and said they take the health and fitness of their executives very seriously and asked if she thought she would make use of these perks. Monica kind of cringed when telling me she may have blew it because she kind of laughed and said sure if they wanted to pay her to work out, she was all in. They had not returned her laugh.
I had pulled my wife closer to me in bed and said they would be lucky to have her. I tried to kiss her, but she turned away, mad, saying she was obviously too keyed up for hanky panky and that I should have been able to figure that out. Pissed off I managed to fall asleep (a good hour after her). However, a couple hours later I awoke to the pleasant feeling of Monica grinding herself against my leg. I let her ride me like that while her hand had reached around to pleasure me. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I turned over. Without a word exchanged she rode me hard, and we both came within seconds. Afterward we simply went back to sleep without any further discussion. I wondered if something about the interview had got her to dream or fantasize.
So, that was what was going through my mind as I struggled to my feet. Unfortunately, the memories were enough to cause me to have a tent pole of an erection, something that wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. I may not have been the most manly guy but I was proud to be above average endowed, and considered my wife lucky to have it at her disposal.
Surprisingly it was Monica who spoke first, “oh my god Nicolas, you’re aroused..what is wrong with you?” She sounded disgusted.
I heard Parker almost breathlessly say, “fuck him up Mona, fuck - him - up”. I saw the Nubian Amazon had now slipped down to her haunches to be at the feet of her husband Roy, her arms wrapped around his leg.
My wife needed no further invitation as she closed the gap between us. She closed in for what looked like a collar and elbow hook up, but then ducked in to shoot on one of my legs. I reacted quicker though, and she was a bit unsteady in heels. She fell face first into the soft part of my quad, knocking her over. The force had also knocked me back onto the couch. In one deft move she then kicked off the offending shoes and spun to all fours like an animal ready to pounce. The sight was incredible. The adrenaline and movement had caused her biceps and triceps to begin to ripple and strain, and her shoulders bulged from holding up her weight. Her neck looked like a fucking tree trunk, and I could see a vein bulging. But to hell with it, I was on my feet now, and mad as hell. Bring it on bitch I thought, it’s time for me to reclaim what was mine.