Driving home, Gerry wondered what the hell he was going to tell his wife. He'd been fired after being with the McMann Agency for over five years, working his butt off, even sacrificing precious time away from her to build the kind of life the two of them wanted.
Mr. McMann had hired Gerry, but his partner, Nick Shea, had little use for him. He was the kind of asshole that took credit for all of Gerry's great advertising ideas, figuring a paycheck was reward enough. When Gerry finally spoke up for himself, there was the inevitable confrontation and he was gone in 3 days.
Oh well, Gerry thought to himself, I know I can find work elsewhere and those fools won't have anyone as good as me to fall back on. Gerry wasn't even slightly arrogant, he was just very aware of his own self-worth.
Gerry pulled his Mustang into the driveway, slammed the door β yep he was still pissed β and yelled for Misty, his wife of the last 10 years. No matter what, Gerry knew he could fully count on the support of his pretty, blonde wife. She was as loving, as sexy and as warm now at 36 as she was when he'd met her in college 13 years back. It had been love at first sight for the pair of them, they'd been inseparable ever since.
He called out again and realized that Misty didn't seem to be home. Gerry was dreading telling her, but it couldn't be avoided. He was mulling over the best way to break the news to Misty when the phone rang.
It was Terri on the phone, the wife of Gerry's ex-boss. Misty used to kid them that they should have been together. "Gerry and Terri honey, it sounds so perfect!" She and Misty were good friends. Gerry thought Terri was a pretty great lady, even if her husband was a dipshit.
"Hi Ger. I was calling to say I'm sorry, Nick just told me. I told him he was out of his mind β well, actually I called him a fucking idiot and we had a big fight and he stormed out. Anyway, if you're not busy, why not come over for a drink? Bring Misty and ... "
"Misty's not home" Gerry told Terri "But if you wouldn't mind my coming alone, I'd love a drink or five."
Terri laughed, that great laugh of hers. "I'd love the company, I'm here all alone. See you in ten?"
Gerry splashed some cold water on his face, got back in the Mustang and drove the short distance to Terri's place. For a while, the two couples had socialized quite frequently, until it became apparent to both Misty and Terri that Nick didn't care much for Gerry. Gerry had never interfered in the women's friendship, he was fully supportive of everything his wife did. She had her own mind and was fiercely independent.
Gerry reached his destination, parked the Mustang, got out of the car and rang the bell. Gerry then got a pretty nice "Welcome".
Terri was standing there in this cute pink PVC top and matching short-shorts, with spiky heels, the kind Gerry really liked, the ones with the straps that wrapped around the legs and part of the way up. Terri had great legs, she was a sexy, curvy blonde with great tits and a full, pouty mouth. Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of green and she worked out, there was not an ounce of flab on her. She was exactly the kind of woman Gerry had dated before Misty had snapped him up.
Terri snapped her fingers in Gerry's face. He blinked, then laughed. "Sorry β you just look β well, hot!"
She performed this mock curtsy, showing a lot of cleavage. Gerry couldn't help but stare at her again as she intoned "Thank You, kind sir. Come on in, name your poison!"
He went in, watching her great ass wiggle. Terri's shorts didn't leave much to the imagination, Gerry asked her for a bourbon, neat, which he needed desperately to distract him from Terri's amazingly hot body.
Terri laughed again when she handed him the drink. "Get your mind out of the gutter Jack!"
Gerry took a few sips, Terri poured herself a Gin and Tonic. She sat across from him, legs crossed and sexy. She had a great tan, Gerry found himself wondering if she tanned naked? He found himself wondering what she was like in the sack, was she a screamer, he wondered if her tits bounced, what her nipples looked like? Geez, the booze was really getting to him, he was a guest in this woman's home and all he could think about was what she'd be like to fuck!
"Gerry. You're drifting off again."
"Hmm? Oh, sorry Terri. Bad day, although with the bourbon and the attractive β hell, the very attractive company, it's getting better."