Long Term Strategy

Major plans were set for after the company Christmas party this Friday. Minor plans for office visits peppered the week. After being cock blocked by my best friend and my asshole husband all week, I had had about fucking enough. Or, not nearly enough, if you prefer.

My best friend works with me. She knows that at one point I had a crush on la homme, because at the same time, he had a crush on her. Her stupid, naive, newly married ass dissolved into tears and quickly cut off any friendly contact with him. I've swallowed my pride over being his consolation prize. Who fucking cares, already- this is not high school, this is not an exercise in snagging a husband. At any rate, she calls him predator, and is wary of him, and very wary of any contact we might have, which in her naive mind, is a only a danger to my heart and not my fine upstanding moral status. So she is protective, and this means that our little adventures are planned around her absences.

She unknowingly gets in my way when she refuses to take a lunch break, or insists that I accompany her on some silly errand. Do not misunderstand, I love the girl dearly, and if she weren't so damn faithful, I would get her drunk and paint her toenails and devour her like a perfectly cooked, aged steak. She is just a source of frustration in this situation. La homme admits that he still holds great affection for her, and that his attraction is secondary to his affection, and even he was ready to put a fucking pen in her eye on about Wednesday.

Through unfortunate circumstances that befell me about a month ago, my husband and I are sharing a vehicle. Of course, this makes slipping away from the office damn near impossible, as I can't very well ride with la homme, and I have no other discreet transportation. What it has also meant is that at times, I can keep our vehicle with me, and then pretend I am too busy to go pick up my husband, and my best friend very willingly offers to do it for me. She likes to help out and to take a break from the office, and I tie my two biggest obstacles up together for at least 30 minutes. The best part? There have been times that la homme has had his talented lips on the nape of my neck and his finger shoved up inside me, behind my closed and locked office door, while best friend and husband idly chat in the parking lot. (working for a security company has it's advantages, as I can pull our cameras up on my computer to chase la homme off seconds before best friend walks through the door..)

This is an awfully long post that doesn't seem to be headed to the point the title made.

So I'll cut to the chase. I got fucking skunked at my office Christmas party, which didn't hurt me a bit, because I know when I can't feel my teeth and I'm not among friends that I need to stay seated and keep my fucking mouth shut and my legs crossed, and that, my friends, is what I did.

However, my best friend and my husband, my cock blocking chauffeurs for the day, now had to coordinate my travels themselves, as I was not capable of it. They got into a huge fight and won't speak for a long time. And while this ruins a great strategy for the short term, patterns are dangerous and I didn't like them having a chance to talk without me. So, unintentionally, I've solved that problem, at least for now.

Also, because my husband managed to treat both myself and my best friend like complete and utter shit, she'll likely back off a little in sticking up for him and encouraging me to be a good little wife, and might back off from me entirely for a little while, as it makes these sweet little girls so nervous to be exposed to what marriage can become.

He is planning a trip with a friend. It's a window, though the real problem is la homme's crazy fucking KGB stalking wife, who takes mileage on his car, calls his phone every five seconds outside of business hours, and routinely smells him.

Between now and then? I'm thinking of how I can convince la homme that I don't think he'll ever fuck me. He hates, hates, hates being questioned and teased, and the last time I took that route with him, he almost lost his cool. If I play my cards right, he might just pin me against the outside wall in my office and fuck me silly right then and there.

He loves the game, the chase, as much as he loves winning the game, but I'm frustrated. I don't mind the sweet torture of the games he plays with me, but I could enjoy them a lot more if I could just win once.......