Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 1 - Right In Front Of Me - Sex Stories

Jack and Cynthia - Chapter 1 - Right In Front Of Me

I work for a company as a civil engineer. My boss hired an assistant for me. He’s as useful as tits on a bullfrog, so I’m having a problem trying to be civil to him. This afternoon at three, I’m having a conversation with my boss about Alfred. She is a smart lady and fair. I have some proof of Alfred’s poor performance and constant mistakes.

Three o’clock has arrived, and I’m standing at Mrs. Timbrook’s secretary’s desk. Nancy is a charming lady and damn good at what she does. Nancy escorted me into Mrs. Timbrook’s office and closed the door. The conversation began.

I stated my case along with the evidence I had gathered. She could see right off that the errors Alfred made were costing extra time to make the adjustments on the job. I told her I liked Alfred, and I lied, but he was holding back progress. She said she would bring the issues to her boss. I believe and trust her. Like I said, she is fair.

It was four-thirty, thirty more minutes to go. I think I’ll look over the next project and get a leg up on it. I was thrilled. Half the work and half the adjustments. Alfred came over asking what I was doing, so I told him. Deer in the headlights. Five o’clock, Friday – saved by the bell.

I pulled into the garage and sat there for a minute. Someone tapped on my driver’s window. Cynthia, my dedicated house lady. She not only takes care of everything in the house but takes very good care of me. If I don’t have company over, she sleeps with me. I lowered my window and ...

... the ice-cold bottle of beer was passed through the window.

“I thought I’d warn you and bring you a beer. Ag-a-ness wants you to call her.” Cynthia gave me one of her ‘more bullshit’ looks. I smiled and nodded. Agnes is my ex. We call her Ag-a-ness because it pisses her off.

“I am warming up the meatloaf; it’s ready when you’re ready. I don’t know how long she is going to drag you through the same shit. I thought after her shit, dinner, then a relaxing drink at the pool. Shower and another beer, Jack?”

“Perfect, Cynthia, just perfect.”

As always, Cynthia had my towel, shaving gear, and a cold beer in my bathroom. The hot water felt good as it cascaded down my body, washing the day from me. I dried off, then shaved. I grabbed a pair of shorts for now. At the pool and mostly In the house, we do not wear anything.

Shower done, dinner enjoyed, and a little loving from Cynthia. It was time to make the call.

“Hello, Ag-a-nes, I hate to hear from you. I hope you are not well.”

“It’s Mildred, you idiot,” she stormed. This was going to be fun.

“Oh, Yeah, sorry. Hello Mildred, you idiot. I hate to hear from you. I you are not well.”

“I want the money you owe me, asshole.” She was steaming mad tonight.

“Mildred, you idiot, why don’t you call that ambulance chaser of a lawyer and tell him your problems? You wanted the house, and you sold the house. You had to pay taxes and insurance on your house. You had to pay capital gains tax when you sold it. That’s all ...