Yes: A Hotwife Romance by Jason Lenov Page B

from each other as possible. Most of the time I could get everything done from home but everyone always liked it when I went into the office and touched base.
    It was tough, though, sitting there listening to them drone on about this expense or something that got put into petty cash that should have been an expense. It was all updated to my computer at home, mostly automated. Still, that was part of the job. Holding their hand and letting them know that everything was going to be okay.
    All I needed was for someone there to tell me the same thing.
    I sat through the seemingly endless meetings in beige boardrooms drinking cup after cup of coffee the whole time thinking about the previous night. In a sense I couldn't believe it had happened the way it had. It almost seemed like a fairy tale. It seemed like I'd watched a movie, back when I was very naive, a movie that had shown me something profound about life and changed me completely. I just kept rolling that thought over and over in my mind. I'd watched my wife fuck another man. Not only that, but it had been
nasty.
    By the time I was done it was almost six at night and I didn't feel like spending another six hours waiting for Angie to come home. I took my time driving to the restaurant. When I got there, the parking lot was full, which was good. It meant the place was busy. Angie would be happy.
    I parked a few blocks away and walked over, wondering what it would be like to see the two of them working together. I wondered what Will would be like. I wondered if I'd ruined something for them. I wondered if I'd ruined something for us.
    I went in the back door and the sound of Angie's bark melted every worry I had away.
    "Who's poaching this fucking salmon?!? This should be done by now!!!"
    "Yes chef!" came a chorus of responses. I leaned in the door and Will saw me right away.
    "Hey Mr S...er, Charlie. Hi Charlie!"
    "Will I need that tourtiere garnished it's going out now!"
    "Yes chef!" he shouted, putting an already garnished plate on the ready shelf. He looked up at me and shrugged.
    I chuckled and felt a lot better.
    "Can't talk hubby!" Samantha hollered, "Middle of service!"
    It all felt normal. The usual tension was there and nothing seemed any different than it had been the day before. That made me happy. I squeezed through the kitchen trying to stay out of everyone's way, snuck into the office and closed the door.
    There was nothing to be done here, really. It was the same setup as my other clients. Everything got backed up to my computer at home and I just looked it over every now and again to make sure no one was cooking the books. I mostly just used it as an excuse to come and see Angie every now and again.
    I shuffled the mouse around. The screen flickered to life. Leaning back in the chair, I started a fresh game of solitaire.

    ***

    Things started to die down around eight-thirty. My mind was a little numb from solitaire and watching cat gifs by the time Angie came in. She was carrying a plate of the tourtiere and a beer. She closed the door.
    "Hey, you didn't have to..."
    She set them both on the desk in front of me, then pushed my chair out and swung into my lap. She leaned in and touched her nose to mine, smiling.
    "Hiya," she whispered.
    A warm shiver ran through me. That was...bizarre.
    "Hi there," I answered, leaning back to try to get a good look at her face.
    "What's wrong?" she asked as I studied her.
    "I...just wondering what you've done with my wife."
    "Your wife just brought you dinner. You hungry?" She stood up, pulled an opener from her pocket and cracked the beer open. She handed it to me.
    I shook my head a bit, perplexed.
    "You don't want it?" she asked. She seemed almost hurt by my reaction.
    "No, no! I want it, it's just..."
    "What?"
    "Come on, Angie. You're...very different."
    She bit her lip and giggled. "Jeez, just trying to make a man happy. Sorry..." She puffed her lower lip out in a pretend pout.
    I had to lean in and kiss it. When I did,