No

"No, it's ok, honey. I know you're just trying to do what's best for us. You want to maintain a good impression at your job. You should go, but just be careful."

On her way out of the office that evening, Feely had said to her, "Hey, invite your roommate out, too, if you want," she told me, blushing again.

We'd decided that we weren't quite ready to be Ricky and Kayla, yet.

The next day, Kayla dressed in the morning in a dress with an even shorter skirt than usual, and lower cut, too, her breasts separated showing her bralessness. Her make-up went on a little thicker, and her hair a little fancier. She spritzed on some perfume and gave me a kiss before strutting to her car in high heels. My cock throbbed in my pants as she backed down the driveway.

I wiped the lipstick off my lips, finished my coffee, and left for work. While I sat on my desk typing away at my computer, I received a text message from Kayla:

"Feely keeps asking about u & the lies keep coming. U r very effeminate & r definitely a "bottom bitch" as Feely put it. Sry lol"

I sighed, "Say wut u have 2 say, I understand."

"If I keep this job they will meet Ricky & u will have 2 play the role. If I can be a divorcee hopefully u can b gay."

"I'll try."

I sighed and tried to get back to my work. The struggle to make ends meet was really starting to stress me out, but my love for my wife and my love of our house kept me going. Around one in the afternoon, I got:

"Feely asked me y we divorced & I said I cheated on you. I didn't want to drag ur name thru the mud. Then she started asking me about the details & I started talking about fucking ur friend behind ur back. I don't know where the lie came from but it really turned me on. I'm so ashamed."

"It' ok everyone gets turned on thinking about sex I think. This job just keeps getting weirder & weirder."

"I know its like I'm a spy or something. Its almost kinda fun lol"

followed by:

"ur single, too, btw"

"Lovely. I wouldn't want to be tied down."

I hoped that my sarcasm got across without being to hurtful. Luckily she just responded with an "lol" and I got back to work.

At around three, especially on Fridays, I always get antsy about work almost being over. Apparently, so does everyone at divorceedating.com, because at 3:15 Kayla sent me:

"omg were allowed 2 drink @ work starting @ 3 on Fridays. I just took a shot of tequila!"

"U r so lucky. I am so jealous."

"We r going 2 the bar rite after work. I might already b drunk by then lol"

"U r going to need a ride, then?"

"Maybe. I'll let u kno."

When the clock struck five, I was already on my way out the door when I received:

"Mat is hitting on me so hrd I'm nly flirting bak a little I dnt wnt to lead him on"

The uncharacteristic typos indicate to me that Kayla is indeed a little drunk.

I texted back, "Be careful. Ur my wife. U only play a divorcee on TV."

I have no idea if she got the joke or not. She didn't respond.

I went home, ate dinner, watched TV and sweated. The strangeness of the situation made me very uncomfortable. As did my "divorced" wife drinking out at a dance club with "Mat." My worrying prompted me to send Kayla a text that read, "Let me kno if u need a ride. Maybe act 2 drunk 2 stay out & say u need 2 go home."