Breakfast Plans

The morning was like most other mornings. Get up, grab coffee, watch the hubby eat heartily. Rush to get to the bus stop to start their separate journeys to work.

Many things were done without speaking. Who brushed their teeth first, who showered first, who set the toaster, who washed the dishes… all unspoken after a few years of living together. Unlike most couples who still tried to figure their routine, they know theirs.

He periodically changed the script. It was that unspoke right of his that he took seriously. The relationship seemed to keep fresh as he introduced what appeared to be chaos in a well oiled system.

Today was like any other random day. He paused mid-stride of eating breakfast to look longingly at his wife.

That pause said it all.

Today, was not going to be a normal day. There was fire burning somewhere. She didn’t know where. She rarely knew where. Whatever crossed his mind, only time would tell.

Unlike most times, she didn’t challenge the look. She figured it wasn’t going to speed up the routine any. All she knew was that she best swing by the room and pack extra clothing for work and the gym. Who knew what his mind thought about during these quiet breakfast routines.

Little did she know that he had already made plans for what would become and what she’d wear as the story of his pause would unfold.

Either way, it was off to the races. Time was ticking. Bills had to be paid. That fleeting moment would soon be forgotten by all but the husband as he knew today was going to be a delicious day. He had picked up on that very subtle note of play left by his wife subconsciously earlier that morning. Only a skilled observer would have barely noticed. Something about how her hips had moved as she slowly awakened from a great night of sleep. Oh, today was the day.

The hotel reservations had been set. The supplies had been laid out the day before. The backup set of clothing had been set also. It all was working like clockwork. There was no need to abort the plan anymore. She had seen to that, unbeknown to her.

to be continued

Work Delays

In the middle of the morning, a friendly call was placed to check on the hubby. It wasn’t typical to go this far into the day without a friendly text. The day was rough, sure, but nothing on the shared calendar suggested it was crazy.

Sadly, the call had to be routed to the assistant. The plans needed some revision. The boss expected swift results. There was talk about a working lunch, something that was totally not acceptable today. It was critical to grind out the work fast, efficiently, and quickly.

This was not like him to not take a call in between meetings. Whatever was going on, there hadn’t been a calendar update. They had that kind of connection. They shared nearly everything. Secrets? What secrets? This unexpected cold front was not cool. Maybe a working lunch was in order. Maybe that look of his was him thinking about all he had to do today. He did have a huge presentation that afternoon to make. She buried herself into her day. Might as well make the most of it. Lunch may be off the calendar after all.

He wasn’t thrilled about having to duck her call. He had looked forward to speaking with his beloved. Even tell her how much he was throbbing for her touch and affection. How much longing was going in his loins.

He hadn’t had much sleep. The thought of today’s lunch was building a lot of adrenaline for him. He was going to introduce her to Mr.Law.. That new paddle that had her eyes pop in wonderment and surprise when he showed her the picture on-line the week before.

Thankfully, his assistant understood these things. She need not be reminded about the very subtle and intricate details of work life balance. She took the initiative, one he would later financially reward, to reach out to the wife and update her on the plans for lunch. She would be handsomely rewarded for the extent of her initiatives. Any other boss would have considered this a massive intrusion into private matters that didn’t concern her.. But she understood what was at stake.

With a bit of puzzlement, the wife reread the message. It appeared to be some type of code. Yet, it was rather plain. The general premise was that her husband missed her and needed her to be on time for lunch. But why didn’t he send this message himself like he always did?

Why did this nosy secretary have to send this message?

And worse yet, she attached a badly drawn picture of a shoe on a napkin to attach to the note that was emailed to her private email of all places. She would have to ask her hubby to fix the boundaries about this woman before she had to take matters into her own hands. Well, best she could, after all, she didn’t work for the same company.

It was with great surprise that she tore into the package a messenger had delivered. It had all the tell tale markings of being sent from her hubby. Opening the box revealed beautiful paper wrappings to another box.

Oh he is good…

Very good…

Another puzzle piece maybe? Her heart skipped another beat as the second box revealed a well perfumed set of delicate wrappings of yet… another box…

Oh… He’s being so naughty! she giggled to herself.

By the time she opened up the fifth box, she was a bit puzzled. This is not his style. He’s never done more than two boxes. The last box had that stupid secretary’s handwriting on it.

Should she even open it?

What trouble was this heffa up to… Better yet, how close was b@tch getting to her man?!?

The last box revealed the most barely-there of undies one could ever attempt to wear. To be blunt and frank, this made her very upset.

The top was just strings that barely had enough fabric to cover her nipples. The bottom part barely had any material to legally cover her labia. There was not even enough string to be visible on her body, as they were of PVC clear material. One would have to be up close to even see that there was any strings. Sure, it was a lovely shade of pink, what little material there was.

But that was of no consequence…

That good-for-nothing-home-wrecking-cheap-gold-digging-floozy had gone too far. (had she not been saved, the litany of profanity would make the reader blush very uncomfortably)

The note attached said… “Don’t forget your shoes, lipstick, and smile”.

The nerves!

Worse, at the bottom of the note was a hand drawn belt and paddle next to a winking smiley face. All in her handwriting. She’s never crossed that line.. But this was going to be war.

As hubby read the note showing what his assistant had done, he made a mental note to increase her bonus, add a few vacation days to her package, and prepare a nice thank you monetary gift. This woman was extremely good at her work and also very insightful into what was going on in his world. Maybe it had something to do with the types of conversations he had with her husband, who knew. He was very glad that she picked today to help out, as this was playing perfectly into his plans for lunch.

Speaking of lunch, head down. That report needs to be done before noon, or all these efforts would go to waste.

to be continued