IT'S NOT SO BAD (standard:humor, 1232 words)
Author: JoeD	Added: Dec 16 2006	Views/Reads: 3849/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
What happens when a woman is caught in bed with her live in lover's boss? Not what you would expect!

IT'S    NOT   SO   BAD 

by 

Joe DeMonte 

I met Susan almost a year ago, and we have been living together almost
as long. It was truly love at first sight.  We met at my boss Conrad's 
birthday bash.  I had no idea that Susan, or anything even as gorgeous 
as her, worked in the building until that party.  If I had, I would 
have made certain, somehow, that we would have met sooner. It has been 
a fabulous year with Susan, and I very deeply in love with her. Lately 
though I have been having doubts regarding the return of my love from 
her. She had begun to act indifferent towards me.  You know how women 
get sometimes. This began about a month or so ago.  I suspected she was 
cheating on me, though I really had no proof of that.  That is, not up 
until last night, when I found out for sure. I had suspicions, you see, 
and I had to prove them true or false, once and for all. I tried to get 
Susan to tell me what was on her mind - I knew there was something 
disturbing her - but each time I approached her on it, she shrugged it 
off as my imagining things.  But I could tell that something was not 
right with her.  After all, I've been around, you know.  There had been 
other women in my life before her. So, after dinner last night, I told 
Susan that I had to go out of town on a business trip, and that in 
order for me to be where I needed to be in the morning it was vital 
that I left that night.  Susan seemed nonplused about my going.  It was 
at that point that I felt sure something was wrong.  Just a few months 
ago she would have pleaded with me to stay, and depart instead in the 
early morning, and she might have even suggested she come with me.  She 
no longer works, and that was at my urging.  I didn't want a bunch of 
horny guys, such as the ones that occupy the Brady Building from nine 
to five weekdays, hitting on her.  She was mine, and I meant to keep it 
that way, and cut down the competition as much as possible. I was gone, 
with even a packed suitcase, by seven p.m.  I drove to the mall, took 
in a movie, then stopped at a coffee shop for a cup of tea and a piece 
of berry pie.  I drove around for awhile, then shortly after eleven 
o'clock I returned to the condo where Susan and I lived. Well, as 
suspicious as I was, it was really no surprise to find my pretty Susan 
nestled up cozily in our bed with someone else.  But it was who it was  
that she was in bed with that surprised the hell out of me!  It was my 
fat lout of a boss, Conrad, married with three kids, that was sharing 
my bed with Susan! “Well, I'll be damned!”,   I said, not knowing what 
else to say, as I entered the bedroom. Conrad just grinned in my 
direction, rather mischievously.  Susan, turned red at the sight of me, 
and attempted to pull the covers over her head, apparently in an effort 
to hide her embarrassment of the situation. It was Conrad who finally 
spoke out. “Oh, come on now,”  he said to me, “don't look so surprised. 
 You must have suspected this for some time now.  Why else would you be 
here?  If indeed you were going out of town on business, I would have 
known about it, right? When Susan telephoned me and told me you had 
gone out of town on business, I told her that was not true.  So, we 
figured you had something going with someone.” Then he laughed. Conrad 
pulled the covers down from Susan's face, and she lowered her head 
down, purposely avoiding eye contact with me. “I admit it,” I said.  “I 
had no intentions of going out of town, and I don't have anything going 
with someone else either.  Susan has been acting rather strange lately, 
and yes, I did suspect she was seeing someone else from time to time.  
But I never thought it was  you, Conrad.” “Why not?”, he chuckled.  “I 
may be a bit older than you, but I can still do the job.” Again, he 
grinned, and I was strongly tempted to hit him, or at least curse him 
out, but the fear of possibly losing my job held me back.  I still 
might have done it had not Susan at last spoke out. “I'm – I'm sorry, 
darling, “ she said in a shaky voice.  “But I guess I just wanted some 
variety.  That's all it is, believe me.  I still love you, and I always 
will.” And I did believe her!  It was the way she said it, and right 
there with Conrad, her part-time lover, present to hear it. “Why didn't 
you tell me?”  I asked her. “I would have understood.” “I – I don't 
know,” she replied.  I guess I was afraid to. I wasn't sure how you'd 
react, and I didn't want to lose you.  I never want to lose you.” 
“Well, I don't know what to say now,” I admitted. Then it dawned on me! 
 They must have wanted me to catch them at it. Conrad knew damn well I 
had no business meeting out of town in the morning, and he already had 
revealed that.  He had said that he even told Susan that fact when he 
called him earlier.  Thus, they wouldn't have chanced being together, 
at least not here! It was as if they read my mind now. “We hoped you 
might come home, honey, “ Susan said sweetly. “Why?”, I inquired, 
puzzled. “Well ......”  She hesitated, then sighed. “Come on, tell me,” 
I urged.  “Why would you want me to catch you and Conrad in our bed?” 
“Well, we – we want you to join us, darling,” she said softly. “What?!” 
 I shouted.  “Join you?!  Are you insane, Susan?!” “No – really, honey, 
“ she pleaded.  “All three of us could do it together. It might be fun. 
 Conrad has brought it up before, and we'd both like to try it, if – if 
you're willing.” “Well, I'm not,”  I bellowed.  “There's no way in hell 
I'm going to let some guy go down on me or vise-versa!” Well, I don't 
know how they did it.  My boss Conrad is a pretty big guy, and somehow 
he and Susan overpowered me and the next thing I knew I was there in 
bed, between the two of them, and we were going at it like mad! I even 
had to admit afterwards, when the three of us were laying there sipping 
the cool and bubbly champagne that Conrad had so thoughtfully brought 
with him, that it hadn't been so bad after all.  I don't really know 
what the hell I expected it to be, but when you have been a confirmed 
lesbian for as long as I have, I guess you think of doing it with a man 
as being the most grotesque thing possible.  But it wasn't.  In fact, 
I'm looking forward to our next threesome very much. “More champagne, 
Amy?”  Conrad asked me, smiling broadly. “Sure,” I replied, smiling 
myself, “Why not?” 

----- THE END ----- 


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