Co-Worker Surprise

I work in a so-called "small" server farm, which is really quite huge. I can tell you right now, if you're in college, study something useful. My degree in European history is quite unimportant when it comes to getting a job. Who needs a historian? So, my job involves pushing a cart around with servers. These are things about the size of old-fashioned VCRs. I go to a certain rack in the building, pull out a misbehaving server, and replace it with one on the cart. That's my whole job. I do it for 8 hours a day. Oh, I'm not bored. In fact, I rather like the job, because I have the whole day to listen to my music, or just think, while I work. A monkey could do what I do, so I don't have to concentrate on my work at all. On the job, I met Gary, who is the same age as me. His degree, in electrical engineering, was much more useful. He is the chief power architect for our building. I'm sure he is paid like three times what I get. Still, we're friends. Good friends, in fact. Better than I thought, as you'll discover when I tell you what happened. We started carpooling, because not only are we both 28 years old, we both live in the same neighborhood. Only difference is hie owns a house, is married and has a kid, while I'm alone in a stinky little apartment. We got in the habit of meeting at his place about ten minutes early for a cup of coffee before we left for work. We'd converse about tech stuff, or with his wife about her interesting line of work before she gave birth, nursing. One day, for some reason, I don't remember, I was 20 minutes early instead of ten. Janelle, his wife, answered the door. She said, "Oh, Mike is in the bedroom, masturbating." She just came out and said that! I was momentarily shocked. Not that Mike was masturbating, of course, but that Janelle would just say that so matter of factly. But, the story gets better. She said, "Why don't you go back there and join him?" I stammered something or other, and she said, "Go on, he'd like that." Geez, what does someone do in that circumstance? On the one hand, I'd love to have a jack-off buddy, especially Mike, and I saw this as a great possible opening. On the other hand, what if I walked back there and he was angry, embarrassed, scared, or who knows what, about being discovered? What to do? So I said to Janelle, "Oh, no, I..." She interrupted, "Go ahead, I think Mike would like the surprise." Slowly, I walked down the halway. Past the messy kid's room. Past the bathroom, around the corner, and through the open door. And there was Mike, naked as the day he was born, sitting in an armchair next to their bed, rubbing his shiny, large sausage. Wow. I'd be happy just to cherish that mental picture forever. But then I had to face Mike's reaction to me showing up during his most private activity. Mike broke out with a huge smile, and practically shouted, "Welcome!" That's all it took. We are better friends than ever. Then there's the whole thing with Janelle. I'll tell you about that later.