I was amazed. I'd never seen my boss without a three-piece-suit -- never seen his tie loosened. And here he was barefoot in some kind of hooded druid-like robe. 'Twas different.
I'd been working late and was dropping off papers at his house.
He was a short stocky man; not at all fat, but thick. Looked so natural in his three-piece-suits, with his shaved head, wiry blonde goatee, and tinted glasses. He seldom spoke, which was a bit spooky. He passed notes.
But here he was, and he looked even more natural in his splotchy druid suit.
His wife popped into the hall. She cocked her head and wiggled hello with her toes.
I'd met her many times. Usually she wore tank-tops, which showed off her tattoos. Now she was wearing another druid suit, and I couldn't see any of her extensive tattooing. She was a tall thin Korean woman, with a midwestern suburban twang. I couldn't guess her age. She talked freely.
She cocked her head the other way and told me to come in for some wine. So, of course, I did.
As I sat chatting on the couch, I wondered whether I was an interruption or take-out food. They sat on a couch opposite me, five feet of open carpet all that was between us.
She did most of the talking, he did none. The wine was fine. She asked about my girlfriends, and pressed for sexual details. She was so alluring, curled up on her couch in her hooded cowl. I started telling her things that I hadn't told anybody. Then he started rubbing his cock through his robe.