Let Carrie choose

"How about this." You say. "You choose the first woman, and we'll alternate from there."

"God, I love that. Just the affirmation that we'll be doing this long term is such a turn on. Don't worry, you'll love the girl I pick."

"Wait, I don't get to know who you're choosing?"

"Nope. At least, not right away. Trust me, you're going to enjoy the surprise."

Carrie hasn't led to astray thus far when it comes to sexual matters, so you decide to trust her. The rest of your night is comfortable, and you do manage to remember to clean your sheets before the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

You wake up the next morning as Carrie's getting dressed. You blearily fumble for your alarm clock and see that it's 4:30 a.m., way earlier than Carrie usually gets up.

"Why're you getting up?" You mumble, too tired to care about your jumbled speech.

"Go back to bed honey. I need to start planting seeds for you. In no time at all you'll have a married woman pleasing the two of us."

"And it requires getting up at this god-forsaken hour?"

"Early bird gets the worm. Or in this case, the married cunt. I'll see you tonight, take care."

You mumble a goodbye back to her and go back to sleep. You're asleep as soon as you hit the pillow, and you remain that way until your alarm blares at you a couple hours later at 7:00 a.m. You wince as you get up, and shuffle off to get ready for your day.

It's not too long before you're locking your apartment door behind you, briefcase in hand. You adjust your tie, and begin walking down your hallway. As you're walking, your across the hall neighbors door opens, and you look to see who it is. You smile to yourself as you see that it's Chelsea, rather than her husband Victor. Chelsea is a half asian beauty, and the two of them moved in together roughly six months ago after getting married. Chelsea works at a massage parlor, supporting her husband while he's medical school.

"Morning." You say, all too aware that now your girlfriend has given you permission to pursue other woman. You wonder if you should start laying foundation for a future affair, but you decide to get Carrie's permission first. You want to ensure that that the two of you are in this together, an equal partnership. On the other hand, you know that Carrie will be your biggest cheerleader for every woman you try to fuck.

"Hey," Chelsea replies, her smile adorable as usual. She defies the typical Asian stereotype with large E-cup breasts that almost burst out of her white blouse. She's not tall, only 5'5", and she has long dark hair.

A silence ensues between you, and you curse yourself for not flirting better. You've never before tried to flirt with a woman who knows you're in a relationship when she's in a relationship. How do most people start affairs anyway? Ashley Madison?

It's not too long until the two of you reach your cars, and you wave goodbye and retreat into your car, happy that the awkwardness is over. Apparently, you did need Carrie's help, and you know for sure that she'll be your best asset in winning women over.

The drive to work is slightly bearable today, and in no time you're walking in, heading to your cubicle. Like many people, you hate your job. Your boss is a total dickhead, but you suppose it does to pay the bills. You work for a small company called Simmons Pharmaceutical, a medium sized pharmaceutical company that primary focuses mostly on generics, but does have a research and development team that's biggest break through are dick pills. You're a data analyst, so you have nothing to do with the actual **** making process, you stayed strictly with the business people.

You plop into your shared cubicle, and you see you cubicle-mate. Another location for your company closed ,down and some of the employees had to move to your current office. Unfortunately, you office wasn't equipped for the influx of people, so many people had to double up on cubicles.

Though you suppose you could have it worse. Your cubicle mate is Mary, a leggy brunette just a couple years out of college. While not particularly busty, she has a great sense of humor and is great to hang around. In fact, you had a crush on her prior to going out with Carrie, but you could never do anything because she's married. Well, hopefully in the future, that wouldn't be an issue.

"Hey work husband." She says, glancing over at you as you put your briefcase on the floor next to your desk. How could you forget, you two were work spouses. You joked about it constantly, and to be honest she was one of the only people you liked at this company. You had natural chemistry with each other, and quite a few people at the office joked that you two were having an affair. Unfortunately, that was still untrue.

"Hey work wife." You reply right back. You sit down to log in, but before you can get started, Mary tells you,

"Ted wants to see you in his office."

"Why do you always give me bad news, Mary?" you say as you get right back up.

"Sorry hun. As a heads up, he's pissed off about something. Be careful in there."

"Will do. "

You head over to Ted's office, which of course sits in the corner. You knock, and he yells at you to come in. You enter and close the door behind you. Ted's typing away on his computer, probably throwing one of employees under the bus again.

You take a moment to study Ted, and desperately hope that's not you in 30 years. His hair is grey and thinning, and he's put on a couple dozen pounds. What you really hope for is that you're not as big of a dick as him, as he's constantly claiming the youths in this country for ruining it.

"What do you need, Ted?"

"I need you to take over Karen's workload. Idiot got pregnant again so I need you to step up."

You try to **** a smile on your face, while inside you're seething. This is not the first time Ted's increased your workload without warning, and while Karen is nice and well-meaning, she's not the best at her job. This means you'll probably have to redo the last month or two of her reports so that they''re up to Ted's standards, which of course are nitpicky and time consuming.

"Sound's good boss. Is that all?"

"No. I also need you to train this summer's intern. Her name's Summer, and she'll be in your adjacent cubicle."

"Sounds good sir."

"Hey. No attitude kid. You're lucky I don't fire you. Ungrateful little twerp."

You're about to retort, and to be honest, probably lose your job when there's a knock on the door. Without waiting, the person enters, and in walks Ted's wife, Helen.

You've only met her a couple times, most recently at last year's Christmas party. She's a total trophy wife, and you can't imagine anyone staying with Ted for his looks or personality. She's blonde, average height, with E-cup breasts. She insists that she could have gone into modeling but her boobs "just got too big."

"Hey, Ted, honey. Can I borrow the AmEx for drinks with the girls."

You give Ted a look, and he quickly dismisses you. You were pretty sure that that AmEx was a company card and he didn't want to talk about it front of you. You walk out and plow someone over.

The two of your fall to the floor, and it ends up being someone to don't recognize. She's a latina, with cocoa brown skin and gigantic G-cup breasts. You scramble up to your feet, and help her up. She's short, probably only a few inches over five feet. She's gorgeous and young, and you think you can deduce who it is.

"Sorry, Summer." You say, bending over to help pick up the files she was carrying. She blinks, then smiles as she realizes you must be her training supervisor. "I suppose we'll be seeing a lot more of each other in the future." You instinctively check her ring finger, and though thinking that she's far too young to be married, there's a ring on her left ring finger. "Excuse me. But are you married?"

"What? Oh no. This is a promise ring. I'm saving myself for marriage, and this is my way of showing my faithfulness to my boyfriend."

You're practically salivating at this. Though you specifically discussed married women with Carrie, this has to be just as good. But you keep your cool and reply, "Sounds good. I look forward to working with you this summer." Getting everything in her arms, you quickly head back to your cubicle and back to work.

A/N: Not a lot of action in this chapter, and there won't be in the next one either. I'm just building the stage and showing just how many hot married women there are in the main characters life. On another note, there doesn't seem to be a default name for the protagonist, so I'm probably just going to go with John Doe.