Harem dreams

To say I had some strange dreams would be an understatement. I think my brain was trying to process all of the crazy shit my wife had dropped on me last night. None of it was consistent; I had flashes of me fucking Stacy and me fucking Alison, and I had flashes with both of them together and my wife at the same time. I also dreamt about the Latin message that I had been working on. When I woke up, it was later than usual. I turned in bed and saw my wife was gone; the love strain, however, was not. So I stripped the sheets and headed downstairs. My wife had left a note by my thermos. It read:

"Honey, I know last night was a lot to put on you, and to be fair, I wasn't going to tell you everything I had been feeling all at once, but when you commanded me to tell you what was going on, I felt like you knew what's best, so I told you everything. We can talk tonight when I get back from visiting my mom. I love you like a fat kid loves cake!

Xoxo your ****."

P.s. You have a thermos full of hot chocolate. And your breakfast is in the microwave.

I left the note on the counter and looked in the microwave. My wife had cooked me eggs, sausage, and biscuits; did she arrange it like a smiley face like she does sometimes? No, she spelled out SEX and put two biscuit boobs with little nipples made out of butter. Weird'd out but more hungry than anything, I ate it all while also being concerned that my wife had some kind of brain tumor that changed her personality overnight.

I grabbed my briefcase and dashed out the door. I made it to work at the energy company I worked at. We are in the process of adding AI to the employee portal to improve employee support for their jobs. I enjoyed the physical side of the job, running cables, changing servers, and building reliable cooling systems for the company's needs. Today I was distracted because of the night I had and my intense desire to finish translating the inscribing that I had been working on in secret.

One of my responsibilities is to update the computers in the office and train senior staff so that they can then trickle that information down to the lower employees. Today I had a few banks of computers to update in the customer service center.

One of the supervisors happened to be a gorgeous woman who I went to grade school with. She had agreed to be my girlfriend for about a week. I had come on way too strong; I fell for her hard back then, but after we broke up, we remained friends, even though it killed me to see her with other guys. I had really made peace with that when I started dating my wife; she was finally able to extinguish that fire for her. That doesn't mean she's not smoking hot.

I stopped at Ashley's desk, giving her a little wave. "Oh hi, Matt! Is it my turn to learn how to use Skynet?" She smiled with the huge, gorgeous smile she has always had.

"Yup! Is now a good time? I have a few other people I could see if you need me to come back." I said I was trying my best to remain focused on her face and not her head-sized fun bags that drew me to her in the first place.

"Now is fine; it's our slow time for customer service." She said, patting the chair next to her. I went ahead and sat down next to her. She was competent enough to type a few commands into the computer to allow her access to the AI, and I started to show her how to use it and what it would be useful for compared to our standard search and archived job aids.

"Well, that wasn't too bad; I could see how this can help us out, as long as it doesn't get access to the nuclear codes," she said with a chuckle. "It was nice to see you, Matt; we don't get enough time to chat anymore.".

"Well, now that my wife works from home, we have been having more people over for parties and get-togethers. If you feel like coming, you could bring your boyfriend," I said, having a quick flashback to seeing her with multiple boyfriends throughout the years.

"That might be hard considering he cheated on me and I kicked his ass out of my apartment." She said with a cute scowl, but her smile came back moments later: "I could bring Kristen, you remember my little sister, right?"

"Is that a trick question? How could I forget her?" Every bit as hot as her sister, Kristin was more approachable and sweet in a smaller package. I had developed a crush on her while dating Ashley and, of course, after our breakup, but I never acted on those feelings. "I would love to have the Roth sisters over; we could talk about the old days and make fun of people from high school. Ashley, why don't you give me your cellphone number? I'll call you the next time we are throwing a party."

Ashley got a slightly far-away look in her eyes, saying, "Yes, give you my cellphone number so we can party." Before her eyes cleared, she then grabbed my phone and put her number on it.

I said goodbye and made my way to the other stations that needed to be done. With a renewed interest in getting that text translated, I was certain something was going on. My wife and Ashley had both had moments where, after telling them to do something, they spaced out and repeated my commands back to me before performing said command or agreeing with it. I needed to find out why, and I had a feeling that the manuscript was the answer....