The well trained wife
I sat with Jim at one of the outside picnic tables near the lunchroom at our work. We had become friends over the last few months after he started work where I had worked for two years. He was a good-looking guy about my age of 21. We had gotten where we either talked sports of women. And when I say women, I mean ones we would like to fuck or ones we had fucked. He was a real ladies man with a lot of notches on his gun handle. I was a married man but I let him know that my wife was not the only girl I bedded. After some time we felt comfortable enough with each other to start telling some pretty private stuff. I told him that I had met Helen …