I have just had the most hilarious phone conversation with a dear friend. She's in the middle of a hot affair with a co-worker. Naughty girl is married and has a teenage son. Anyway this affair is apparently at its peak and she and her lover can't be out of touch for more than a few hours. Last night they arranged to have phone sex after she thought her family were asleep. So there she is half naked in her kitchen, of all places, her mobile in one hand and the other doing the business down below. Unfortunaely she is inclined to get noisy at climax. Suddenly the light goes on and she sees her reflection in the kitchen window, head thrown back, mouth open and at the top Mount Everest. so to speak. But there's also the relfection of her hasband and son staring from the doorway. "OMG," she cries out, "thank goodness you're awake. My tampax has disappeared inside me and I can't get it out."
"But who's on the phone?" asked the horrified son?
"I'm speaking to the ER at the hospital. They've suggested I go there if I can't reach it myself."
"Do you want me to take you" says the concerned husband.
"No I can drive myself. You go back to bed."
With that she dressed and left the house.
But, of course, instead of going to the hospital she headed for her lover's apartment and, with his help, finished what she had started in her kitchen.
Now I think that's pretty cool.
Unfortunately when she eventually got home the husband said he'd called the hospital to check that she was OK.
"Oh I didn't go to our local hospital darling, that would have been too embarrassing, I know too many people who work there, I drove into ......... ."
Oh the tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
Update: Heh you guys. Before you start labelling my friend as a bitch, you should know her husband has been cheating on her for ages.
"But who's on the phone?" asked the horrified son?
"I'm speaking to the ER at the hospital. They've suggested I go there if I can't reach it myself."
"Do you want me to take you" says the concerned husband.
"No I can drive myself. You go back to bed."
With that she dressed and left the house.
But, of course, instead of going to the hospital she headed for her lover's apartment and, with his help, finished what she had started in her kitchen.
Now I think that's pretty cool.
Unfortunately when she eventually got home the husband said he'd called the hospital to check that she was OK.
"Oh I didn't go to our local hospital darling, that would have been too embarrassing, I know too many people who work there, I drove into ......... ."
Oh the tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
Update: Heh you guys. Before you start labelling my friend as a bitch, you should know her husband has been cheating on her for ages.
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[Edited on Oct 29, 2004 8:35AM]