She always beat me home we lived in the Eastside neighborhood of Tacoma, a mere ten minute, traffic-free drive from her bank. When I finally got home, Monica’s car was parked in the driveway. There was an accident on I-5, and my twenty minute commute stretched out into a long, frustrating hour of screaming out the window, and pounding my steering wheel. The rest of the day passed in a blur as I quickly finished my work I’ve never written a TPS report so fast, and the moment five o’clock hit, I was out the door, into my car, and rushing home. I don’t know what came over my wife, but this Mark guy must be a miracle worker if he could unthaw her. I thought I heard her moan, and then the phone went dead. “Oh, I love you too, Jonathon,” Monica answered with a whisper. This Monday was turning into the greatest day ever. “Your wife’s already covered the payment.” What was she doing to get her so out of breath? I didn’t care, my cock was hard just thinking about Monica sucking it, and letting me stick it up her ass. I had never even worked up the courage to tell her my greatest desire, not if she thought anal sex was disgusting. “That’s filthy, Jonathon,” she would say with disgust whenever I would bring up anal sex. Only once in a while could I get her to give me a blowjob, and she never lets me fuck her in the ass. Well, to be honest, she was very frigid, and usually we just made love in the missionary position. I loved Monica, but she was a little frigid in the bedroom. “Really?” I couldn’t hide the excitement in my voice. “I’m going to let you fuck my ass, or I’ll give you blowjobs.” “Yeah, Jonathon,” Monica panted in excitement. “But I’ve helped your wife understand that it’s her duty to do whatever perverted things her husbands wants. “Your wife tells me she has problems doing certain things in the bedroom,” Mark continued. There was a noise in the background, a kind of rhythmic, slapping noise. “What kind of counseling,” I asked in concern. There was something in her voice, like she was straining or exerting herself, making her voice a little higher pitched than normal. “Say hi to your husband,” Mark said, his voice sounding strange, hollow, as if he was on speaker phone. I’ve been counseling her.” There were a few bumps, like the phone was being jostled. Why didn’t my wife answer? “I’m with your wife. There was something about his voice – maybe it was the rich timbre of it, or the absolute confidence – that was just so compelling, like he was reaching down into my soul. “This is Mark,” a man, with a commanding voice, said. Well, this is a great excuse to procrastinate I could pretend the workweek hadn’t actually started. She was a teller at the Bank of America branch in Parkland, and always had the best stories about some of her customers.
I smiled she must be having a slow day, too. I fished it out of my pocket, and saw that it was my wife, Monica, calling. My fingers began to type-the weekend was over. When I reached my cubical, I took a deep breath, and forced myself to start working on it. Instead of having the brass to correct him, I lied and said the report was coming along just fine. I liked my name I saw no reason to shorten it. He always called me Jon, no matter how many times I told him my name is Jonathon. “How’s that report coming, Jon?” my boss asked me on what must have been my twentieth water cooler trip it wasn’t even noon yet. Frequent water breaks naturally led to frequent bathroom breaks another great way to waste time. Luckily, there were a number of ways to procrastinate: my favorite, frequent trips to the water cooler. I was supposed to be writing this TPS report, but I just couldn’t focus on my work I didn’t want the weekend to be over, and writing the report would be admitting that the workweek had officially started.
They are the worst, just dragging on and on, reminding you that the weekend is over. Monday, June 10th, 2013 – Jonathon Jephson While robbing his first bank, Mark fucked a bank teller named Monica, ordering her to be a good wife, and do whatever nasty, whorish things her husband wants her to. Note: This takes place during Chapter 10 and Chapter 11. The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Jonathon’s New Wife Jonathon’s wife ran afoul of Mark Glassner, and he’s about to find out just how she’s changed. The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Jonathon’s New Wife by mypenname3000