Kiersten Goes To Work

By Just Plain Bob

It started when the company I had worked for for twenty-two years went bankrupt.  I suddenly found myself looking for work in an almost non-existent job market in an economy that sucked.  When I finally did find something it was at less than half of what I had making before.

 I ran through a lot of our savings before I found the new job and while things were not necessarily desperate, money was tight.  My wife Kirsten and I sat down, reviewed our finances, and since the kids were grown up and gone we decided that she should go to work.  We knew that as a high school drop out who had done nothing except be a stay at home mom and housewife she wasn’t going to land much in the way of a job, but we were at the point that anything at all coming in would help.

Surprisingly enough Kirsten found a job on her first day out looking.  She had been checking into an ad for a file clerk when she walked past a restaurant that had a “Help Wanted” sign in the window.  She had gone inside, asked about what they were looking for, had talked to the owner and had been hired as a waitress.

The base pay wasn’t much, but she had been assured that the tip income (providing she gave good service) was real good.  What I didn’t like about it is that she would be working the afternoon shift, three to eleven-thirty with a half-hour meal period.  I didn’t like it, but we were where we needed the extra cash and who knew how long it might have taken her to find something else?

She was supposed to start the next day, spend three days on day shift in training and then move to swings.  She came home at the end of her second day in training and gave me the rest of the bad news.  Her days off were going to be Wednesday and Thursday.  We were hardly going to see each other and there didn’t seem to be any way that we would be able to do anything together.  The days she would be off I wouldn’t get home until almost seven and I’d need to be in bed by eleven because I needed to be up by six-thirty to go to work.  On Saturday and Sunday we would have the mornings and that would be it.

Even as bad as we needed the extra money that her job would provide I was starting to have some serious doubts about her keeping the job.  We talked it over and decided to let her go ahead for a month or two until we had paid off a few outstanding bills and then she could quit and find something else.

Except that it didn’t work out that way.  Six months later Kirsten was still working at the restaurant.  The money she was making in tips was just too good to walk away from and a lot of it was cash.  Tips that were put on credit cards she didn’t get until she got her paycheck on Friday, but she was averaging sixty bucks a day in cash that she was able to bring home right away.  The bills we were behind on slowly disappeared and we were able to pay off one of our credit cards, but outside of that most everything else sucked.

We didn’t spend any time together and our love life was in the toilet.  Kirsten had never liked sex in the morning and even though our circumstances had changed her preferences had not.  As a result sex on Saturday and Sunday was out.  Since I didn’t have to work weekends I began waiting up for her on Friday nights, but that didn’t get us anywhere either.

“Honey, not tonight.  I’ve been on my feet all day and I’m beat.  All I want is a quick shower to wash the cigarette stink off me and then to fall into bed and crash.  That left her nights off, Wednesday and Thursday, but what with headaches, “I don’t feel good” and “Sorry baby, but it is my time of the month” I was lucky to get laid once every two weeks.

The lack of a sex life was making me irritable which led to arguments over a lot of petty little things which in turn led to a chilly atmosphere around the house.  Still, the way things were going money wise Kirsten would be able to quit in another five or six months and then things could get back to normal, or at least near normal.

Even though I had a job and was working steady I wasn’t making the money that I had made at my old job and I wanted to get back to the comfort level that the money from my old job had provided.  Every week I would mail out a handful of resumes in the hopes of finding something better than what I had.  I got quite a few responses, but almost all were from ‘start ups’ that wanted some one with my expertise and experience who would work cheap “And grow with the company” – work for near nothing now and make big bucks when “We hit it big.”  That isn’t what I was looking for so I turned them all down and kept looking.

One day about three months after Kirsten went to work I got a response to one of my resumes and I went in for an interview and got the job.  It was a Friday and so I decided to swing by the restaurant, give Kirsten the good news and make arrangements to go and celebrate when she got off work.

I’d been to the restaurant a time or two during the day just to see what kind of place it was, but I’d never been there when Kirsten was working.  I had no great desire to go there for one thing and for another Kirsten had told me that management frowned on family coming in when an employee was working.  I thought that a little odd for a restaurant, but I knew a lot of bars that had married barmaids and cocktail waitresses had that policy so I thought nothing of it.

Since I had never been in there when Kirsten was working no one knew me.  I didn’t see Kirsten when I sat down and when twenty minutes later I still hadn’t seen her I asked my waitress where she was.

“Kirsten?  She doesn’t work on Fridays.  She has Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off.”

You didn’t have to be a genius to right away know that something was rotten in Denmark so I said, “Strange, the last letter I got from her said she worked three to eleven-thirty Friday through Tuesday.”

“That was her old schedule.  She’s three to ten Saturday through Tuesday now.  “

“It figures.  I drove right past her place coming down here.  Now I get to turn around and go back.  That’s what I get for not keeping in closer touch.”

I was waiting up for Kirsten when she got home.

“Oh hi hon. I expected you to be in bed asleep.”

“It has been three weeks since we made love Kirsten and I’m horny as a goat.”

“I’m sorry baby, it has been a long time and I’m horny too, but I’m beat honey.  I’ve had a long hard day and all I want to do is take a quick shower and wash the cigarette smell out of my hair and then get off my aching feet.  I’ll make it up to you honey.  Tuesday and Wednesday I’ll screw you so much your dick will be sore for a month.”

I watched her head for the bathroom and I wondered just whose stink she was going to wash off of her, or more to the point, out of her.  I had no idea who it might be, but I was going to find out.

The logical place to look for Kirsten’s lover (or lover’s for all I knew) was at the restaurant.  If Kirsten got off at ten and didn’t get home till twelve-fifteen and it only took twenty minutes to get to our house from the restaurant simple math said that she was spending two hours someplace.  All I had to do was be at the restaurant and follow her when she got off work.  It was very hard for me to keep my anger hidden when Kirsten got into bed and again when we got up the next morning, and just as hard for me to try and act normal, but somehow I did manage it.

At two-thirty Kirsten gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she would see me later and then she left for work.  At nine-thirty that night I was parked where I could see Kirsten’s car and I settled in to wait for her to get off work.  At five after ten she came out of the restaurant, got in her car and headed off in the opposite direction from our house. I followed her to some apartments and watched her park, go up to one of the apartments and let herself in with a key.  I wrote down the apartment number and went on home and was in bed sleeping when Kirsten got home.

The next day I made a few phone calls and found that the apartment was leased to a Randy Bolton.  Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I was outside the restaurant and again I followed Kirsten to Bolton’s apartment.  Wednesday and Thursday during the day I don’t know if she spent time with Bolton or not as I had to work.

 When I got home from work Wednesday evening I found Kirsten waiting for me in a sheer black lace night gown, high heels and thigh high elastic topped stockings.  She apparently was going to make good on her promise to fuck me until my cock was sore and I had the extreme pleasure of seeing the confusion on her face when I said, “Not tonight sweetie.  I have a killer of a headache.”

It was quiet through dinner and after dinner she watched TV while I read a book, neither of us much saying anything.  When we went to bed Kirsten snuggled up to me and her hand reached for my cock, but I pushed it away.

“Maybe I can make you feel better honey, make you forget that nasty old headache.”

“Kirsten, do I keep pushing at you after you have said no to me?  No I don’t.  I accept the fact that you said no and that no means just that – no!  Please give me the same courtesy.”

I could feel the instant chill as she wordlessly turned away from me and rolled over to her side of the bed.

I spent a lot of time during the rest of the week trying to figure out what to do about my situation and in the end I decided to do nothing.  I was just recovering from one financial nightmare and had no interest in having a new one that the divorce would bring.  I just kept my mouth shut and let Kirsten keep on having her affair with Bolton.  At least I assumed that it was still Bolton, I hadn’t bothered to check.

I’m sure that Kirsten is wondering why I make no attempts to make love to her any more, but so far she hasn’t said anything.  Just to make sure that she doesn’t come after me I manage to start an argument with her on Tuesday or Wednesday morning before I leave for work.  That way she is so pissed at me on the two days off I’m supposed to know about that she leaves me alone.  I’m sure that she will eventually light into me over the fact that I don’t make love to her any more and when that happens I’ll just tell her that I’m not interested in Bolton’s leftovers and see what happens.

Until then?

They say that the best revenge is to live well.  I never did tell Kirsten about the new job.  Every payday I put the same amount the old job paid into the joint checking account and the rest goes into a personal account that I opened at another bank.  On Friday when I’m supposed to think that she is at work and on Saturday and Sunday when she is working I’m out having a good time with a woman I met who likes fucking married men.  She says married men are safer.  I haven’t pressed her on what that means because I don’t really care.

I’ve also had a date or two with a woman I work with who has indicated that she would like to play without any strings attached.

In addition to banking the considerable difference in pay between my old job and my new job, on the day I pay the bills I’ve been quietly moving some of Kirsten’s tip money into my personal account.  I’m    building a nice little nest egg for when my marriage to Kirsten does finally end.  Plus, I get a special kick out of knowing I’m spending her money on the woman who is taking care of me sexually.  I have no idea how long it will last, but while it does I’m loving it.