Tammy and I were in bed having our morning coffee when my phone rang. I knew it was Vincent because of the designated ring. He wanted me to go to a new build on Hawthorn Street. The foreman on the job is Marvin. I should get in touch with him. I doubted there could be two Vincents. I’ll find out, that’s for sure.
When I showed Tammy the text, her expression turned sad. She kissed me and then got out of bed. I hesitated, but I knew she was right. She stood at the bedside holding the sheet.
“I don’t want this to end either, but I know you. New foreman, you show up fifteen to thirty minutes early. That’s my working man,” Tammy smiled and shook the sheet.
I got out of bed, and we made the bed together as always. I handed her my coffee cup, and we kissed. I headed for the bathroom, and Tammy went to the kitchen. She returned with a fresh cup of courage wearing her “Suck Here” tee shirt. I gave her a sly look, Tammy blushed, turned wiggled her butt then went to the kitchen.
We had our breakfast, Tammy’s special diced ham and egg omelet. I wanted to linger over breakfast, but Tammy is a good woman; she keeps me on track. When I finished eating, she took my plate and waited.
“Okay, Mister, I want my kiss then get your butt ready to leave,” she grinned.
I couldn’t help myself. She was standing there, plates in both hands, perfect. I lifted her tee shirt and gave each tit a quick suck and kiss.
“Oh, now that’s not fair,” Tammy protested.
“I told you last night those were mine,” I growled.
“I know, but you won’t have to deal with being wet all day long waiting for that seven-inch pleaser to get here and fix the leak,” she said, moving her hips back and forth.
I took the plates from her hands, set them on the table, and bent her over. I dropped my jeans and briefs, and Tammy was very wet. I slid my growing cock into her and we pushed and pulled against each other.
Tammy started to moan and pant. I was already in a sweat. With my cock sliding in and out of her and holding her hot hips, my cock blasted a load of cum into her. When Tammy felt my cum splatter inside of her, her pussy squirted a long warm stream of cum.
My cock unloaded all of the cum in my balls. Tammy was whimpering, a sign she had cum as much as she could. I waited before I pulled out of her. Tammy knelt and used her soft lips and tongue to clean any cum from my weakened cock.
“Now, you can go to work and tell them your wife made you late,” Tammy giggled.
“I’ll tell them my wife made me, and let them figure it out.” We kissed.
Tammy handed my lunch bag and thermos to me and kissed me again.
I got into the car, and Tammy leaned in and kissed me again. “Have a good day, Baby. I love you,”
As I pulled out of the drive, Tammy waved goodbye as the garage door closed on our morning love.
At Hawthorn Street, I saw two guys talking. One was telling the other what he wanted done; I guessed it was Marvin. I was right.
“Marvin, Hank Johnston. What have you got for me?” We shook hands.
“I want you to work on the second floor. There are three other guys up there you’ll be working with. Let’s get you introduced,” Marvin started up the stairs.
“Hey, guys. This is Hank Johnston; he’s going to be working with you. Hank – this is Thornton Rogers, better known as Bub, and this is Tony Richards, better known as Cap, and this is Carl Simmons,” we all shook hands. “I’ll let you get to it. Later, Marvin left.
After a while, Bub came over to me and asked, “Hey, Hank. Can I borry some twelve-gauge woar? I’m a little short.”
I turned to him, “Sure, Bub, help yourself.”
Bub took the end of the wire and started over to where he was working. I watched as the wire spun from the spool. The other guys were watching. Okay, boys. Ya wanna play, I thought.
I took the end of the ground wire and walked over to Bub. You could hear it coming off the spool. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked surprised to see me there.
“A Bub, you forgot the ground wire,” I said, and I walked away, going back to where I was working.
They started laughing and walked over to me with extended hands. I stood up to greet them.
“Hank, usually the new guy gets a little upset when Bub pulls his stunt. One guy threatened to beat his ass. We never expected you to walk over with the other wire,” we laughed and shook hands.
Marving came over and saw the wire on the floor and started to chuckle.
“The old ‘I need some wire’ gig, huh, Bub?” Marvin chuckled.
“Yeah, and Hank never said shit, but brought over the other woar still on the spool. He’s in,” we all laughed again.
The rest of the day went great. The guys and I ate lunch together, laughed, and I got the lowdown from some of the guys. The consensus was that Marvin was a good and fair guy to work with. I drove home feeling good. I made a lot of progress with the electrical work and met three great guys to work with, as well as a foreman.
There was a strange car parked weirdly in the driveway. Tammy didn’t open the garage door. Something was not right. When I got out of the car, I heard yelling from the house. I ran inside, not bothering to close the garage door.
Tammy and Vera were in a heated and vile argument. Tammy can hold her own, but I stepped in.
Me: “Vera, what the hell are you doing here? Get the fuck out of my house.”
Vera: “Not until I take this useless bitch with me. She should be home taking care of me. Instead, she left me to fend for myself. She is shit for a daughter.”
Tammy: “Vera, Children’s Services took me away from you. You are abusive and violent. They put me in a safe place with Dad’s Mother, Grandma Betty.”
Vera: “You’re lazy ass Father dumped me because of you. You made him hate me and he left the same day you left, you little bitch.”
Tammy: “I was taken away, and he left you, Vera. Nobody’s wants you, you’re a scum bag full of hate.”
Me: “Vera, get out. Get out now before I throw you out.”
Vera: “If you touch me, I’ll have you arrested for assault. Fuck you.”
Vera went to grab Tammy. I slapped her hand away and put Tammy behind me.
Vera: “You hit me, you bastard. I’ll have you arrested.”
Me: “You try to touch my wife one more time and I will pull your arm out of the socket and beat you with the bloody end of it. Then you can call the cops, you fucking bitch.”
Vera was blocking the front door. “I’m not leaving without you, you little bitch.”
I started to approach Vera, but a knock on the kitchen door stopped me.
“Police. Open the door. This is the police.”
I stood between Tammy and Vera as Tammy let the two cops in. They asked what the problem was, and Vera went off like a Roman Candle. One cop took Tammy into our kitchen the other cop approached Vera.
Cop 1: Sir, do you have any guns in the house?”
Me: “Yes, locked in the other room.
Cop 1: “Do you have a taser?”
Me: “Yes, it’s attached to my wrist.” The cop gave me a dirty look.
Cop 2: “Ed, should I call this in now?”
Cop 1: “Yeah, Tom. Call it in as a seven hundred code 2.”
Cop 2: “Got ya.”
Within minutes, an ambulance pulled into the drive. The Medics rushed in carrying a bag. Cop 1, Ed, and a Medic held Vera while the other put her in a restraint. They ushered her out of the house, kicking and screaming.
Quiet descended in the house. Cop Ed stayed behind. “Will you be pressing charges?” he asked us.
We both said yes. Then Tammy added that we would be asking for a permanent restraining order. Cop Ed said that the footage on his body camera would help with the charges and the restraining order. He wished us well and left.
I was holding Tammy when the cops left. She was shaking a little, but I think more from anger than fear. I could envision Tammy strangling Vera, a scary thought. I squeezed her to my side.
“Baby, can I get you a drink, water, or tea?” Another knock came to the door.
I went to answer, and it was Mrs. Winslow.
“Hi - a – I didn’t mean to be nosey. I was coming to say hi and heard the yelling. I called the cops. I – I – hope I didn’t interfere,” she said sheepishly.
I went over and kissed Mrs. Winslow on her forehead. “God bless you, dear lady. You helped to avoid what could have been a very bad situation,” I smiled at her.
“Hank, put the kettle on, child, you come with me,” Mrs. Winslow escorted Tammy to our couch. “Now you just sit here, I’ll be right back,” Mrs. Winslow’s voice was calming.
Mrs. Winslow came into the kitchen and put her hands on her hips.
“That is your kettle. Tch, I will have to get you a real kettle for tea, not an ordinary saucepan,” she huffed. Well, I guess I know my place.
She found the cups, not our mugs, the coffee cups. She poured the steaming water into it. She took a small glass jar from her apron pocket and added a few shakes to the water, then took it to Tammy.
Everything had caught up with Tammy. She was sobbing, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Here, Sweetie. Sip this. It will help you calm down, and then you can rest better. Try to drink it all.” Mrs. Winslow wrapped her arm around Tammy.
As I stood by watching the interaction of the two women, I am positive that a one point or another, Tammy looked at Mrs. Winslow and saw her Grandma Betty. It was just the look on her face and the little twinkle in Tammy’s eyes. Mrs. Winslow was where she needed to be at this place at this time, and so was I.
After a while, Mrs. Winslow left. I sat next to Tammy, and she leaned against me.
“Thank you, Hank. You’re so understanding, I needed you, and you were there for me.
“I always will be. How about a hot shower, and we’ll turn in early tonight? Ladies first,” I tried to sound happy.
“I like that idea. I won’t be long, I can’t wait to cuddle up to you tonight,” Tammy kissed my cheek, then went for her shower.
When she had finished, I had a hot cup of Mrs. Winslow’s tea ready for her. Tammy smiled and took the cup. I gave myself a quick shower and shave; I didn’t want Tammy to be alone.
Tammy was in bed when I got to the bedroom, so I lay beside her. Tammy cuddled up to me, but not in her usual way. She cuddled facing me with her arms crossed over her breasts, almost in a fetal position. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed. I covered us and tucked the sheets behind Tammy. She fell asleep in my arms.
