I Can’t Resist my Wife’s Best Friend
It was the morning of an annual charity run in the middle of November. It was something me and my friends had been doing for a few years now.
Being a smart-ass, I figured I would be able to face the morning chill with just shorts and a thin upper layer. Well, that was a big miscalculation. I thought I’d warm up after a mile or so, but the cold was intense. Every breath felt like sticking thousands of glass shards into me. I didn’t want my balls to freeze and drop off so I swallowed my pride and decided to pop home and change. It wasn’t far from the starting line — a ten minute drive at the most.
“Honey, I’m popping home quickly to put on a few more layers.”
June was stretching but raised an eyebrow at me. “Told you so.”
“When you’re right, you’re right.”
“Won’t be too long,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
As I made my way back towards the car park, Vanessa called out to me.
“You going home? Can I come too? I need a pee.”
“There’s toilets over there you know.”
“Yeah, but they’re kinda filthy. C’mon, Jack. Please?”
