Lisa asks about Molly

I did not do much else that night; I made a quick sandwich and collapsed into bed about 10:00. Lisa did not even move, too worn out after our late night and busy day unpacking. The alarm went off at 6:30 like it always does and I rolled out of bed to ready to face the world. I have always been a morning person unlike my wife who just can’t seem to get moving. Luckily for her she has nowhere to go right now so she can lounge for a few more minutes.

The shower was done and I was shaving when I heard my wife stirring in the bed. “So tell me about your new assistant, I suppose she is some hot babe as that is the only type you hire.”

“What are you talking about? I hire for skill not looks. I hired this girl over the phone; I had never even seen her until yesterday.”

“So she’s young”

“What makes you say that?”

“You called her a girl.”

“Yeah, I guess she is about 23, I had to hire someone young. Who else would work for the ridiculously low salary I can afford.”

“So is she pretty?”

“Yeah, she’s not bad, blonde hair, cute, but way too young for me. You can’t worry about her; she probably thinks I’m her father’s age.”

“Big Boobs?”

“I please the fifth,” I answered in a carefully neutral voice.

She answered me in a voice full of warning, “Yeah, I’m getting the picture. I will have to come down and stake out my territory before this young, big titted, blonde hussy gets any ideas.”

Lisa had truly never had much of a problem with the women I worked with. She knew that I did not fool around on her, well thinking about last night I guess I should append that to ‘without her knowledge’.

“So you like her big boobs?”

“I don’t think we should talk about that. Didn’t our conversation after the club settle that?”

“I guess, but now I know that you would fuck this big boobed girl if you could. You just won’t because she doesn’t find you attractive.”

I was stunned at how quickly my wife had summed up my thoughts about Molly. I probably would do her, but I didn’t think it was possible so I did not give it much thought. I was quiet for too long and she knew she was right. I tried to answer, “It’s not like that at all Lisa. Just let it go. I will fire her if you want?”

In a voice dripping with sarcasm she answered me, “Yeah, that’s what I want is for you to fire the poor girl because my stupid husband thinks with his cock. I’m going for a run.”

I heard the bedroom door slam and the front door right after it. I was somewhat stunned at how my peaceful morning had gone badly awry and I also considered for the millionth time how women were just plain crazy.