She helps Missy out

It was around 9am that the door to the apartment opened up. The jingle of Melissa’s keys alerting me to her presence. Standing up, I winced as my terrible posture and the long hours of the last day combined to make my back hurt. “You’re home early hun.” Walking up I pulled her suitcase out of her hand and led her into the bedroom.

“Yeah, a lot of the team is using today as a travel day. Plus with RTO the leadership wants people to have a chance to relax before coming back to work. I figured I would head home and see why my husband was ignoring me.” Melissa smiled and raised her eyebrows. “So what is her name?”

I laughed, this was something Melissahad always enjoyed joking about. She would make it sound like I had some other woman while she was out at conventions or something. It felt like she was trying to make me feel more confident. We both knew I wasn’t the type of guy to cheat. “Her name is Missy.” I pointed at the pink cased phone in my hand. “I found a huge issue in the code and told Ben. We spent most of last night and part of this morning working on it and the after action. In fact, I might need your help later today with some meetings.” The last part slipped out hopefully, almost as if I was asking her permission for her to help me with her second job.

“If they happen before 1pm, maybe. How would I even explain it all?.” She shrugged. “We have meetings all afternoon.”

“I thought you had the day off?” My confusion was evident on my face as I put her suitcase on the bed and began to unpack it. It was rote at this point for me to take care of her luggage. I loved my wife but if she had been responsible for it, she would have left it till the next time she needed something she had packed.

Melissa watched as I pulled out and sorted out her dry clean, machine washable, and hand wash only items. A ghost of a smile touched her lips as I worked. I assumed it had to do with my acts of service showing my love and care for her. “No, everyone else does. RTO is gonna mean I’m working every day from now till forever.” Melissa flopped onto the bed near me and looked up as I held one of her blouses up so I could fold it.

The giggle from my wife’s mouth was surprising considering the context. “Something funny about you working a million hours and me not being able to be in meetings I need to be?”

“What if Missy could be?”

“She can’t, you are Missy. Missy is you.”

Shaking her head she sat up and took my hand in hers. “No, you have been Missy for over a quarter. I’ll bet half of those people don’t even remember what I sound like. If they picked us out of a voice lineup, I’d lose every time.”

I rubbed my face in frustration. Melissa had teased me quite a bit when I had started imitating her. Talking about how her big strong husband sounded talking about shopping trips and other things I had to lie about to try and pretend to be her. Being reminded of that fact was less than comfortable.

“And if they can’t remember what I sound like, they certainly won’t remember what I look like will they?” The confusion on my face replaced the frustration as I stood there staring down at her. It seemed like she had a direction she was heading, and I was sure I wasn’t going to like this.

“Tell me you aren’t saying what I think you are.” I pulled my hand from her grip and stepped back to look down at her.

“I have that wig from when the stylist fucked up my hair, and I’ll bet I can make you look decent enough to pass on that shitty camera. If you look a little rough just pass it off as a lack of sleep.” I closed my eyes and stood there frozen in place. “Put on a blouse of mine, stuff a bra, no one will know. Darren, we can’t afford to lose that income now.”

“Fuck me.” I swore as everything she said made sense. I wasn’t the most masculine of men. It had never really bothered me, but being told you would look like your wife was a different story.

“If you do it, I’ll reward you.” My eyes shot open to see that my wife had slipped off the bed to kneel in front of me. Even in no makeup and with her hair up in a messy bun she still took my breath away. The words ‘reward you’ had special meaning for us as well. I had always loved oral, giving and receiving. Melissa was fine with receiving, but hated giving it to me. We had worked out a deal where she could decide when I had done something that was good enough to get a reward.

She looked up through her long lashes and smiled as she saw her hooks latch onto me. She knew that promise would get me to try almost anything. “Ok, we can try it. But if I look ridiculous, you are still rewarding me.”

“Of course!” She stood up and clapped as she pulled me in for a hug. I wasn’t sure that her being this happy about this was a good thing for not yet, but I had a feeling this was going to be a long day. “Ok! Go shower, and shave really close. I’m gonna get everything ready.”