Talking about shitting bricks

Ok, well I get to work today, and have the absolute most insane day ever in the history of man kind...I kid you not, it was FUCKED UP!!

For starters, I had to go and fix something in the room, which is now one of my favorites, that I got some ass in last week from my co-worker "sam"...and since no one has been in the room in over a week, it still reeked of sex, the smell of pussy in that room is overpowering almost...but since I ate it, I know what it smells like! :o)Anyway, today was Sams day to work, so all the while I was in the room, I was hoping...just maybe she might come in and give me another shot.

Well, just about the time I was ready to give up and go and eat some lunch....I hear a pounding on the door! Woo Hoo! Was I about to get my dick sucked? A good sloppy piece of pussy? Who Knows! I nearly ran to the door to open it...and when I did...the shock exploded through me...my bowels began to loosen and my stomach churned..instead of Sam standing there, nipples stiff, and a hand rubbing her pussy....it was her fucking husband "Dave"....I cant believe that he didnt hear me gasp when I saw him. I acted cordial, tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, and invited him into the room while I was working....It dawned on me that, if he smelled what I smelled, and he recognized the smell as his wifes tight pussy...then Id be a dead man with no where to run or hide.

I walked back to what I was doing, being careful to keep looking back and talking to him, didnt wanna get sucker punched...He sat down and looked around, wrinkled up his face and said, "Man, how the fuck can you work in here? it stinks like hell" Needless to say, I almost pissed myself to keep from laughing out loud..."Yeh, you kinda get used to it after a while." we made some more small talk for a bit, then he hit me with a statement, that any normal man in my situation, would have began weeping and begging for forgiveness. Dave is one big mother fucker! Not a biker or anything, just one big SOB...and he's pretty intimidating to say the least...anyway, he spits out, "So I heard you took care of my wife last week, huh?" At this statement, fecal matter and urine were streaming down my legs...and beginning to make a huge puddle on the floor...sweat began streaming out of my body at an alarmingly high rate..I thought I would dehydrate before he beat the shit out of me...I tried to play it off and said, "what do you mean?" He laughed and said, "The computer, you fixed her computer when she brought it in here." and that's when I almost began to sob...I thought for sure she had told him, or he had read this blog

"yeh, yeh, it was nothing." I stammered...cuz it was actually pretty fucking close to stuttering at that time...He just laughed and handed me $50 for fixing a simple driver issue...and I told him that it was ok, he didnt need to do it..as I'm such a great and wonderful guy...not to mention (and I sure as hell wasnt going to) I had fucked his wife and in my mind, considered that a payment much better than $50!

anyway, he made me take the money and shook my hand then left. After he left I immediately went down the hallway to the bathroom and walked passed them as Sam was walking him out..."Yep, there's the guy that took care of me.." she said...again...I was pissing myself...
I made it to the bathroom and went back to work...this has been a fucking insane day...I checked my voice mails earlier and have a call from my sister in law...she said we needed to talk and it was very important....I guess this life of fucking every woman that will spread her legs, whether she's a co-worker, sister in law, niece or what not...is starting to catch up with me...

Depending on the outcome of that meeting tonight, I may still be alive to post the results of that....someone, say a prayer for me!