"You know, I've fantasized about Jan since she first came to work here."
That comment brought a startled response from Kelly. She and my wife Melina were good friends, they worked together at the clothing store.
Her mouth fell open as she dropped her pen on the table. Then she turned to look me straight in the face.
"You said what?"
"Yeah. You know. Sometimes when I'm fucking Melina, I just close my eyes and pretend it's Jan."
Her mouth fell open even further. She rotated her chair 90 degrees and faced me head on. But it was no use. I was a million miles away; lost in some heady mind fuck I was creating for better or for worse.
"Yeah, I think about fucking her all the time." I said.
"If Melina could hear you she'd kill you."
"I laid in bed this morning after she had left for work."
I broke my daydream and made eye contact with her.
"And when I knew the house was empty, I started thinking about Jan. Slid my underwear down under the covers."
Kelly picked up her drink and brought it to her lips. We were in the employee's lounge and could see down a long hall where both Melina and Jan were talking to different customers from behind the sales counter. They were pushing perfume.