Another day at the Office

The new day brought its own set of challenges for Sam. He struggled to get to sleep after his spell of vertigo and the discovery of his wife's... ornament. Sure, there were stirrings of arousal within when he glanced over at his wife's sleeping form, her massive butt plug firmly in place. But there was a greater sense of confusion at the whole thing that hung over him. His dreams had been vague, turbulent and ultimately exhausting. He woke feeling miserable.

There was also the fact that the morning light revealed new additions to his bedroom.

Sam slowly eased himself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stumbled over to the dresser to get his clothes for work when he spotted something. A giant glass butt plug sitting proudly like a cubic zirconia amongst his wife's jewels.

A thousand questions raced through Sam's head. Where had that thing come from? How long had Julie owned it? Was it the same one she wore to bed last night or did she own a collection? He felt light headed, his vision swam and he almost lost his footing.

Sam closed his eyes, took a breath, and turned on his heel towards the bathroom. It was too early and his mind's best defence mechanism was avoidance. The warm shower was enough to sooth his body and distract his mind and ten minutes later he was feeling much better. He ran a hand over the stubble that had grown over his jaw and decided a shave would be in order.

His burgeoning good mood was quickly smothered when, looking for shaving cream, he discovered a bottle of KY jelly sitting above the sink.

He eventually brought himself to sit beside his daughter at the breakfast table, eating the bacon and eggs that were laid out for him with mechanical indifference. Was he losing his mind? Or had his wife gone through some kind of breakdown and started to explore a new fetish while he was wrapped up in his own problems?

Sam cast a glance at his wife as she went about fixing breakfast for herself. Though she wore a robe, he was fairly certain he could make out the shape of another plug in her ass. How many of the damn things did she have? Did she always keep one up there? Jesus Christ.

He turned to his daughter, suddenly worried that she might also notice her mother's sudden strangeness. But of course, Stella wasn't paying any attention, instead she worked at her toast quietly, still shaking off the remnants of sleep.

Deciding he couldn't handle this right now, Sam left for work early. He was followed out the door by the sound of his wife's complaints but he was on the verge of a conniption fit so he tried to block it out.

"Doesn't make any fucking sense," he mumbled, driving along. "How the fuck could I have missed Julie becoming a nutcase overnight?" He thought of all those toys littered around the house and the absurdity of it. "She's a fucking anal obsessed freak with no shame..."

The feeling returned. The vertigo, the sensation of weird air pressure. It was like the universe contracted and expanded for a hundredth of a second. Sam felt the blood rush to his head...

...And then everything was normal. He was pulling in at his office parking lot. Everything felt...fine.

He shook his thoughts away and entered his office.

There were a couple of people lazing about by the water cooler who nodded his way, but Sam was lucky enough to avoid the more unpleasant individuals of his workplace. He felt the tension slowly leave his shoulders, his breathing became easier. The path to his computer was clear.

"Blake!"

He snapped to attention and straightened up with enough speed to make a drill sergeant blush. With mechanical stiffness he turned around to face the familiar voice.

Vicky Sanguinetti had been his boss for a few years now and not once had he ever seen the woman display anything resembling happiness. She was certainly attractive, with dark hair falling down her shoulders, tan skin, firm, full breasts and a very generous ass on a body that had been sculpted by hours in the gym. But she also had something of a mean headmistress vibe about her. Her constant aggression and violent temper made her seem older than her years. Plus, it was widely suspected that her father was one of the biggest mafiosos in the state.

"Miss Sanguinetti," he attempted a casual tone, not quite succeeding. "Anything I can help you with?"

Her eyes seemed to narrow with unbridled rage. What absolute crime against humanity had he committed? What affront to her being had he inadvertently done? She poked him hard in the chest with a manicured nail. "I told you to have that spread sent to me by yesterday at the latest."

"Oh, right," he said, 'Oh, fuck,' he thought.

"Right?" Vicky's pupils dilated. Her hand clenched into a fist. "Where, the fuck, is it?"

Sam glanced at her clenched fist, saw the tightened muscles work in her arms. It was entirely possible that she would strike him. She had done it before to other employees who had incurred her wrath, though because of her connections nothing came of it with HR.

"I was certain I sent it to you before I left yesterday," he swallowed uneasily, "but, I can certainly send it again when I get to my desk."

There was silence and for one long, horrible moment he thought Vicky would snatch a piece of stationary up and cave his skull in.

"You're five minutes early," she said at last, her voice low and dangerous, "if I don't get that email from you in the next four, I'm going to put you in the ground."

Sam nodded furiously and was relinquished from her satanic grasp. He didn't fuck around, started his computer and hastily sending off the email. A glance up at Vicky's office showed her watching him from her doorway. After a second of tension, she gave a barely perceptible nod and looked away.

He slumped into his chair, breathing deeply. Vicky would hopefully be seated for the day. Finally, he could lose himself to the peace of mind numbing data entry. However, peace in the office space remained elusive...

"Yo, Sam!"

It was Jerry, his coworker and probably the only person he worked with that could be called anything resembling a friend.

"What's up buddy?" He asked, leaning against Sam's desk. "You almost got devoured by the dragon. " he laughed at his joke for a second before casting a scrutinising gaze at Sam. "You're looking like a zombie."

"Jerry, lemme ask you something," Sam leaned back in his chair and regarded the other man. "Have you ever woken up one day and realised you don't know the person you're married to at all?"

"Ahhhh, I see what this is. Trouble with the old ball and chain, eh?" He shook his head and gave a rueful smile. "Look, don't let the wife get you down man. Whatever's going on, she won't divorce your ass. She's a fuckin homemaker, you're the breadwinner, she needs you. She might be bitching now, but push comes to shove? She's blink first. "

"I'm not worried about divorce."

Jerry made a dismissive gesture. "And you shouldn't be. Worst case scenario, it happens. Even then, you won't get fucked so bad. Your kid's 18, so no child support!"

"Fuck Jerry, it's not a divorce issue!" Sam shouted, before reigning his voice in. "It's a ....sex...issue..."

The other man's face went blank for a second before splitting into a Cheshire grin. No doubt this was the most entertainment he'd gotten all day. "Ohhh, ok. Please continue..."

"Fuck, I don't know how it happened," Sam rubbed his face, "Julie's...I dunno, she's been into weird shit lately. Kinky shit. There's a whole other side of her that she's kept hidden from me and I just can't believe I never saw it before."

"Wait, she's not like..." Jerry looked about before leaning in, "she's not like, queer is she? Only just discovered her sexuality late in life? That kind of thing? "

Sam frowned. He needed advice but he wondered how much he should actually divulge. "It's nothing like that. We're still sleeping with each other, it's just that she's ....gotten a bit wild, wants to try new things all of a sudden. I'd have never guessed. And I've known her for most of my life!"

"So," Jerry began to list off with his fingers. "Your wife isn't divorcing you, she isn't planning to run off with another chick, and she's still interested in you sexually. In fact, wants to do even more with you?" He shook his head. "I fail to see how this is a problem."

"Whatever, man, this is fucking distressing."

"Jesus, get over it." Jerry eyed him off. "You know what your problem is? You let women walk over you. Your wife, your kid, Vicky. You need to man the fuck up.

"Well, Vicky's a scary woman."

"Only because she's our boss," Jerry smirked. "You look past how much of a bitch she is, her anger management issues, the fact that she could fire us, and potential mafia connections...that cougar might be one hell of a lay. And she's always had a soft spot for you. She would have just disembowelled any other Joe Schmoe this morning."

"Yeaaaaah," Sam replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Vicky just loooves me, wants to marry me, have my babies, whole nine yards."

But as soon as he said it, he felt the tingle, the vertigo.

And then the voice, calling from the other office. "Blake! Get in here, NOW!"