0 comments/ 37796 views/ 7 favorites Woman Power By: zangs101 When a woman finds herself married to an absolute wimp and isn't happy about it, the remedy might very well turn out to be a simple change in her own attitude...... * Well, better get on home and see what that wimp is up to this time. It was a most unwifelike thought and Jessica knew this, but that wasn't enough to keep her from thinking it. She and Robby had been married for exactly seventeen months, and in a way were still newlyweds. But disillusionment had set in almost from the very beginning for Jessica, as she'd heard it had a way of doing when you got married a bit too quickly. She was twenty-six and her husband twenty-nine, so it wasn't as if they were only kids or anything like that. But they had really only known each other as co-workers when they became engaged, a thing which Jessica now knew she had done mostly due to the fact that almost all of her friends had tied the knot themselves. So of course the irrational panic of being the lone single in her circle had set in, a thing which was just like Jessica, and since she and Robby were dating kind of regularly anyhow, when the poor fellow, who was clearly ga-ga over her, had proposed, Jessica heard herself accepting. And she'd done it while trying not to hear the voice in her head warning her about making anything too permanent with this guy. Robby wasn't your typical jerk or anything like that. But there was no use denying that he was simply a fucking wimp! While dating him Jessica had been able to see that he probably wasn't ever going to be her own or anyone else's idea of Mister Macho, but she sure hadn't expected him to be so damned prissy about almost everything once they had set up house together. It took the guy forever to make the simplest of decisions or choices, usually after asking his wife half a dozen times what she thought he should do. After a few months of this it became difficult for Jessica to fight the temptation of telling him exactly what she thought he should do, although she never had - at least so far - since a guy's wife wasn't supposed to suggest doing such unnatural things as "shoving it" you-know-where when her husband was seeking her advice. Even when it was about something real complicated, such as whether he should take an apple or an orange to work with him. Robby meant well, but Jessica was finding out real quickly that a guy who "meant well" had a way all his own of driving a woman totally batshit. She had been married less than two years and was already as much of a babysitter than not. This was, however, a situation that she kept well hid from the families, for they'd kill themselves laughing if they knew, and as for her girlfriends, there was just no fucking way that she was about to become one of their favorite topics of gossip and giggling. No way was that going to happen! So Jessica put on this big phony front as she acted as much like any other recently married woman as she could, and when talking with one of her girlfriends about "how everything was going", she lied her head off. She hated to do it, but felt that it was the wisest route to go, at least for the time being. She simply wasn't lucky enough to have a single girlfriend whom she trusted to keep a secret. Her friends, although nice enough in other ways, were all born tattletales who would spend hours talking her marriage over among themselves if Jessica gave them the opportunity, and she wasn't about to do this. Her mother didn't help matters either, for she took Robby's side when the subject of having children came up. "Kids won't suddenly start growing on the trees out back, you know" Mom would tell her daughter, and Jessica took it as best she could. "We'll do it when we're ready" she usually said, but even that wasn't any good. "Robby's ready now" her mother would tell her, which of course made Jessica wish that her husband could keep his stupid big mouth shut about what was supposed to be between them. What she couldn't tell her mother - what she wouldn't dare tell her - was that she was no longer so sure that she wanted something as major as a family with this former high school nerd she had married. But this was just one more thing she had to keep to herself, and having to do so much of that was beginning to take a toll on Jessica. Sooner or later, something would have to happen, but what, she didn't yet know. Right now she was just going about it day by day; making sure that Robby's shoes were tied each morning and that he didn't forget to leave the house without his car keys. And by the way, what idiot ever gave someone like him a driver's license anyway? The guy stopped - he actually stopped - at every fucking corner, whether he had a stop sign or not! "You can't be too careful, honey" he'd sort of whine when she got after him for doing this, and even the irritated honks from drivers behind them didn't affect him. Nothing sunk in with the guy. He was oblivious! And he wanted kids? What would he do with them? He wouldn't be changing any babies, for even if the guy wanted to try it, Jessica wouldn't feel safe letting him. Accidents just seemed to go where he did and she would never have it in her to put her own infant at the peril of his ineptness. Having kids with a guy like Robby just seemed extremely unwise, just for that reason alone, never mind that Jessica couldn't see herself doing it anyway. And that was another thing, thought Jessica as she neared home after another long week on the job. She was married to a "man", so to speak, who really wasn't much of one in the bedroom. Oh, Robby liked his little playtime well enough. Too much, like anyone with a penis did in Jessica's experience. But if a guy expected sex so frequently, it would have helped if he knew what to do with a woman, and Robby certainly did not. Not only was he one of the numerous "three pumps and a squirt" types that every woman knew at one time or another, but Jessica's husband was also so unbelievably childish about sex. He had probably spent more time thinking up a "name" for his wife's crack than he ever would on improving what passed for his technique. And wasn't he pleased when he finally came up with a name. Litle Lovely. My husband actually named my pussy "Little Lovely", Jessica was thinking as she made a face while turning into their street. Too bad I can't tell him my name for his cock. Little Loser. Because it wasn't only little in the literal sense, but was also every bit a loser when it came to satisfying her. Or even pleasing her for that matter. Robby's "technique" was useless to his wife and so was his penis. It wasn't a nice thing to think at all, but after almost a year of trying to show her husband a few things to make it better for them both in bed and seeing him continually "forget" by the next night, Jessica had simply given up. She really had tried to show him what she liked, but the guy just didn't get it at all. Her husband had a tiny cock and he couldn't fuck. When she was honest with herself, this was all it came down to. It was frustrating as hell for a woman to find that the guy she married was a wimp outside of the bedroom as well as in it, and that what he had "down there" matched his personality perfectly. I should've known! As Jessica pulled her car into the driveway of the small house she and Robby had bought a few months ago, this was all she could think about her husband. It figured that a smaller-built sort of guy who was on the wimpier side would turn out to be a dickless husband. It just figured. She should've known. "So what happened to you last night?" her friend Cindy was asking when Jessica answered the phone in the kitchen while getting supper out of the oven. What now, thought Jessica. "What do you mean, last night?" she wanted to know. "Didn't Robby give you my message? We threw a last minute surprise party for Linda's thirtieth birthday and we wanted you there." Robby strikes again! Taking a phone message and passing it on to his wife had been beyond his capabilities, the way everything else seemed to be. Jessica had to make a real effort this time to control her anger. "I guess he forgot" she said real casually, as if it was no big deal to her, but at that moment, if Jessica had wanted to be completely truthful with her friend Cindy, she would have told her that Robby couldn't be trusted to boil water, let alone actually handle a message from a caller on the phone. So she made her apologies to Cindy, told her they'd get together soon, and hung up. As for even saying anything to her husband about this, not only would that be a waste of time but then Jessica would have to listen to his whiny, wimpy apologizing that was like a slow torture of some kind. So once again she gathered her patience and did her best to simply write the whole thing off as just one more example of why a woman shouldn't marry a little boy. "I'm going over to the mall to pick a few things up" Jessica told Robby that evening. She did want to look at shoes, but mostly just needed to do something other than sit around with him all evening. She still hated to be thinking such thoughts, but almost anything was better than staying home with the guy she married and subjecting herself to the parade of unbelievably stupid sitcoms that her husband considered "good shows", laughing like the child he was while watching them one after another. "Could you look for those sunglasses that you attach to your regular glasses?" Robby asked his wife. Sunglasses that you attach to regular glasses. That was so Robby! "I'll look, but I'm not sure where to get them" Jessica replied, but her husband's attention had already shifted to the television screen on which was a character of one of his programs. A female one, naturally, who was all tits and mouth and was about as funny as a migraine. But so many guys weren't intelligent enough to see anything except boobs. Jessica didn't even mind seeing Robby stare at that bimbo, for that was as far as his male mind was capable of going and he couldn't really be blamed for this. I'm really turning kind of vicious she was thinking as she got into the car and headed to the mall. That's the first time I thought such a patronizing thing about Robby! The problem was that it was true. The "adult" in him, such as it was, didn't go much further than the boobs of some so-called "actress" on some so-called "comedy", and it was really beginning to dawn on Jesscia that almost all guys seemed afflicted with the same kind of ignorance. A chick she knew some time back had once said that men's brains are "between their legs", which Jessica found funny at the time, but was now starting to see as a rather good way of putting it. But if that was true, then Robby didn't have a whole lot of intelligence, thought his wife with a grin to herself as she drove to the nearby mall. Little cock. Little balls. Little mind. Unexpectedly, her nipples suddenly began growing nice and stiff inside her bra when she found herself daring to think such a thing about her own husband. It was getting her hot, right there in her car, to be enjoying a few wicked thoughts that were directed right at Robby. My husband with the small dick and tiny nuts. Jessica's nipples went completely erect as she indulged in what felt very much like a rather improper thing to be thinking. Improper, perhaps, but exciting as hell for some reason. One thing about it was how it couldn't hurt Robby a bit. Jessica could think anything she wanted to - it wouldn't matter. And when she realized this, it made it feel almost erotic to be this married woman who dared to have such degrading thoughts about her own husband, and especially about his "manhood". Or lack thereof, thought Jessica with something like glee as she parked in the mall's parking area and went into one of the big department stores. She strolled along for a bit, casually looking at clothing and accessories, and trying to get her mind off of how exciting she was suddenly finding it to sort of "mock Robby" in her mind where no one had to know she was doing a thing like that. Most people wouldn't believe a thing like this of a married woman, especially one who had been married for less than a couple of years, but two things would need to be taken into account regarding it. First, Jessica was dissatisfied with both her marriage itself and the sex life she was saddled with because of it. And second, she happened to be the type of person who had it in her to vent some frustrations in this unusual fashion. By "saying things" about her husband in her mind. As for the question about what good it did to do this, the answer to that was simple - it helped Jessica deal with it all better. She herself couldn't have said why this was, but it definitely did improve her mood after having spent some time thinking things that were more than slightly "unwifelike". Just that fact by itself - that they were not what one could call appropriate thoughts - seemed to make them have a bigger effect on Jessica. But there was a time and place for everything and she got on with her shopping. And she did want to look at shoes while she was out, something that wouldn't be very easy if she was doing too good of a job of getting the cotton-lined crotch of her undies damp. "Hey, Jessica!" Turning around to look, Jessica saw a familiar woman walking rapidly toward her as she left a store. "Trina!" Jessica said with a surprised smile. It was her old friend Trina with whom Jessica had lost contact shortly after college when Trina got married. "What a surprise!" "Yeah, me too" said Trina as she hugged her college friend. "What happens to us, anyway? Where does time go to?" "The same place it always does, I guess" Jessica replied. This was a nice surprise. Running into Trina here while shopping. An old friend who was not and never had been a gossip like Jessica's other girlfriends. It had been hard for Jessica when she fell out of touch with Trina, but time and circumstances just had a way of doing things like that. Ten minutes later, just like that, Trina had invited Jessica to stop over by her place after they finished up at the mall, and because Jessica's alternative was, of course, going home to "the wimp", she readily accepted. Whipping out the old cell phone, she called Robby and told him she had met her old girlfriend Trina and was going to go over to her place for a drink and some catching up on old times. There were occasional perks to being married to a total wimp, and one of them was the fact that a woman could merely "tell him" what she was going to do without hearing any nonsense about it. Jessica had gotten into the habit of doing this over the time since getting married, but tonight it even felt a bit arousing in a sexual way to to that. Pull out her phone with Trina standing right there and let her hear how Jessica didn't ask her husband if he minded her making an extra stop, but simply telling him. It wasn't something she did much of with her other girlfriends being right there, since they weren't supposed to know about Robby being such a wiimp. But Trina was totally different, and before Jessica had been with her any length of time at all, she was already "showing her" who was boss in her house. Jessica's nipples were rising once again at this thought. Apparently, thought Jessica, my nipples like the idea themselves. Thinking this only made them grow harder - as if saying "Yes! We do!" "You've got a beautiful place here!" Jessica exclaimed as she took the brief tour of Trina's condo. Another surprise was the fact that Trina only lived three or four miles away from Jessica and Robby. Who would have known? "I bought it outright, for cash" Trina told Jessica proudly. "How?" Jessica asked. "A place like this must cost a lot!" "It ran a few bucks all right" Trina told her as she got Jessica seated in the large living room, complete with fireplace, and served wine to them both. "But the right lawyer in a divorce can do so much for a woman's financial picture." Jessica looked at her friend. "I forgot all about that" she said. "So you're already divorced, huh?" It had only been four years or so since she and Trina lost contact after Trina got married. "Already wasn't soon enough for me!" Trina practically spat. "That guy Brain I married? Remember him?" Jessica nodded. The guy looked like he had walked off of the page of some men's clothing catolog. Oh Jessica remembered Brian all right, for he wasn't the sort of man a woman easily forgot. He had been one hunk all right! "Well, as it turned out, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants" Trina told Jessica, the anger about it still present in her tone of voice. "Two times I caught that SOB cheating on me!" "That really sucks" said Jessica, not really knowing what else to say at the moment. "You know something, Jess? What really burned me was how I found out about it the first time, and how Brian swore up and down that he'd never do a thing like that to me again. And that I believed him. And then found out that he was doing it on me again! That was what really set me off!" "So what did he say the second time you caught him?"asked Jessica as she helped herself to more wine, It was kind of fun to go do a little shopping and then take this unexpected detour of stopping off to get a little tipsy with an old friend. "I didn't even give the creep the chance to say anything the second time!" said Trina. "I'll tell you what I did do, but I'd prefer you not go telling it around." Jessica made a quick explanation about how that very thing was the same problem she had with the friends she saw the most of. That she wuldn't dare tell them much of anything because they'd go straight to one another with it like a bunch of schoolgirls. "So please don't worry about that with me of all people!" she told her friend. "Besides, I kinda wanna hear this. It sounds good." The wine made her able to say it like that, but she was anxious to hear it, whatever it was. Trina sat back and grinned at her. "It is good, but I've really kept most of it to myself. Who Brian may have told is another matter, but knowing the ego of that sonofabitch, I seriously doubt that he shared too many details of our breakup with anybody." "Okay, so tell!" Jessica said teasingly. "Now that you've run into me, it's confession time, girl!" So Trina complied, as she slowly told a very nasty story of "confronting" her cheating husband the second time by way of "a good swift kick in the balls", after which she packed a couple of suitcases for him while he lay on their living room floor, holding his crotch and retching. "Needless to say, Brian wasn't doing a whole lot of saying anything after I did that" Trina was telling Jessica with an expression of real satisfaction on her pretty face. Jessica couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her friend Trina had not only kicked her own husband in the balls, but went on to call it the probable fantasy of most married women at one time or another. "You've been married how long now?" Trina asked while they were talking about this. "A year and a half" Jessica told her. "How is everything?" "He's a total wimp!" was the reply, and it was also the very first time Jessica had ever told anyone a thing like that. But Trina's own frank admission deserved the truth in return, and that was what she got. Woman Power Ch. 02 The following are the concluding paragraphs of Part 1...... It was Jessica's first real "lesbian" encounter as an adult, her previous experiences with other chicks having been limited to her high school days and the occasional drunken "female fuck" with a college friend after a night of hitting the bars. And to call it exquisite was a bit of an understatement, but it would certainly do. After Jessica got into Trina's huge bed, Trina gently lay on top of her and allowed their breasts to "kiss" as she called it, while the women's mouths seemed to seek and find one another in a way that felt completely natural. Even that she was able to let things go this far, and even with having said all those nasty things about Robby, Jessica still had to wrestle a bit with some guilt as she eagerly responded to Trina's kisses. But it was a guilt that was perhaps every bit as weak as men themselves were, for it lasted a few seconds and then was as gone as the penis was from Trina's bed. "Penisless lovemaking!" whispered Trina when she began to slowly hump Jessica, pubis against pubis. "There's nothing like penisless sex!" That was, in fact, the biggest difference here, thought Jessica, who found herself becoming even more aroused when Trina put it into words like that. The penis wasn't here. But it also wasn't needed! Jessica could tell right away that she didn't even miss that thing probing for entry down there. When she thought about it further, the mere thought of an erect cock trying to work its way into a woman's vagina seemed so much like a violation of a woman than it did anything else. That was yet another brand new concept for Jessica, but the night had been filled with those and one more sure wasn't going to bother her any. In the oddest way, it felt almost therapeutic to look at penetration by the penis in this completely new light, not that most men would have gone along with such an idea. During lovemaking, one doesn't need to stop and think about how rational or otherwise any given thought might be. The passion of the moment is all that matters, and this was why Jessica, who was still every bit as married as she'd been for the past seventeen months, was able to totally get off on the idea of a penis being more of an "intrusion" during sex than anything else. A selfish extension of the selfish male, interested only in shooting its white, gooey load. But that couldn't happen if women eliminated the penis from sex. Left it completely out! Gave it the finger, so to speak, and told it to get lost. That they didn't require it. That they didn't want it. Jessica was in rhythm with Trina as the two of them did what amounted to "fucking" without a cock. But to Jessica's growing delight, she was realizing that a woman didn't have to have a cock in her to really enjoy sex! She couldn't believe that she'd never known this before, as it was always one of those things she had more or less taken for granted. A woman got laid by a man, and it was done by his cock going up her cunt. Beyond these basics, Jessica had never gone any further in thinking about it. The encounters with other females in her past had never included any specific reference to the absence of the penis itself, but once this had been put into her mind, Jessica couldn't stop thinking about how incredibly exciting "penisless sex" was, or how totally erotic the very expression sounded to her! Penisless sex! The words kept right on going through Jessica's mind as she and Trina bumped and ground themselves against each other faster and faster, their female groins not missing the cock for a second. Their pussies shared some very woman-to-woman "kisses" that were by themselves so breathtakingly beautiful and feminine that both Jessica and Trina, at the moment when they sailed over the edge together, literally didn't see any need for men at all when it came to having good sex. For Jessica especially, it was a very special night. She now knew, with a clarity that was so startling that it was almost scary, that except for their sperm when a couple wanted children, there was absolutely no need for men in the bedroom at all. It was, of course, a concept which could take a "typical married woman" like Jessica by storm. Certainly it would require some thought on her part as she tried to adjust to having discovered this incredible fact. At the very least it was true enough for her. This one night with Trina wound up being a hundred times more fulfilling sexually for her than anything with either Robby or any other "mere man" had ever been. And Jessica couldn't even help thinking of guys this was after that - as "mere" men. Her thinking was undergoing a radical change, a fact she was well aware of as she and Trina fell asleep naked a while after making love to one another. Jessica would not be the same woman at all that she'd been when she left for the mall the night before when she got home the next day. That Jessica - the old one - was gone for good and she knew this. But she also knew that it felt like the right thing for her, whatever might happen next. She hadn't known what she was going to do about being married to a guy like Robby. Well now, perhaps a solution was on its way. One which had been started in Trina's living room, moved to her shower, and finally to her bedroom. A solution that Jessica, as she drifted off to sleep next to a woman for the first time since she was going to college, had a funny feeling would end up being every bit as "penisless" as this entire visit with Trina had been. End of Part One Begin Part Two While Robby did in fact do a bit of complaining when his wife telephoned to inform him that her trip to the mall had been so sidetracked that she was too drunk to drive home, he was actually happy about it in another way. Jessica wouldn't be home until tomorrow. This meant that he had the rest of the evening to enjoy his own secret little diversion. One that no guy, particularly a married one, would ever care to have anyone discover. Robby loved to "try on" his wife's underwear when she wasn't home. Not that this was anything new with him. Wearing panties, or even bras for that matter. Putting his own wife's underthings on had, of course, been going a step further than back when Robby had first begun to like women's underwear. He had discovered his fascination for this when he was an eighth grader and lucky enough to be the only boy in a family of three kids. Whe he was twelve, Robby's sisters were fourteen and ten years old respectively. One afternoon, during an extra intense case of the young, preteen hornies, he had just happened to spot a pair of his little sister JoAnne's underpants in a basket of clean laundry their mother had dropped off in the upstairs hallway. The kids were then expected to sort through the basket and put their own things away, for they had to learn that they didn't have maid service. So a basket of clothes in the hallway was nothing new, but by the merest chance, Robby was good and horny on this particular day when he was passing that basket on his way to his room. There, right on top, had been a pair of JoAnne's little-girl floral-print cotton underwear, and the very moment her brother's eyes rested on them, his already semi-erect penis grew into an instant "boner". Just at the sight of a pair of "girls underwear" in that laundry basket. Even at his age the thought crossed his mind that his own weenie "wanted to see them closer". That was how it felt to Robby when his little twelve year old penis had become hard so quickly. As if it was more than a little interested in finding itself nestled inside undies with flowers on them for a change. He was, unfortunately, too young at the time to appreciate all the complex implications involved. But that didn't prevent this twelve year old from scooping those panties out of the load of freshly-washed laundry as he was walking by. Even that bold act, however, had him looking around guiltily, as if the moment he dared to take a pair of girls' underwear out of that basket the entire family would suddenly appear out of nowhere, just in time to catch him doing something that no boy should even think of doing. This didn't happen, of course, for Robby's sisters weren't even home at the time, and his mom, the only one other than himself who was home, was chatting on the telephone downstairs in the kitchen. And minutes after having happened to see those flowered panties in that basket, Robby was standing before the mirror in his bedroom, wearing them. I'm wearing JoAnne's underwear! That was Robby's first thought, and it was quickly followed by a second one. That he never knew a guy could have a hard-on that actually ached because it was so hard. It gave a brand new definition to the term boner all right. The moment he had gotten into those pretty panties and pulled them up, feeling their snugness as they covered things they weren't even designed to, Robby's penis had stood up stiffer and straighter than it ever had before. That thought came back to him again as he looked at himself in flowered panties for the first time - his own penis actually felt as if it was liking this every bit as much as he was. That first try-on had been kept very short, for poor Robby's mind had gone into overdrive at his having done a thing like putting on a pair of his sister's underwear. It was so unmanly, and nobody would ever have had to tell Robby a thing like this, for he knew it very well indeed. But it was this very fact which ended up making the experience so exciting for him. Alone, in private, he could, if he chose to, stop worrying about things like manliness and all that crap, at least for a little while. People become so involved with thinking of kids as kids that they often can't even see that there is so much more to a kid of twelve than softball, video games and schoolwork. There truly was so much more. Even a twelve year old is also a human being with the same, if less mature, emotions that any adult might have. And a boy of twelve, on the threshold of his teenage years, just might find that a little break from "having to be a man" all the time could be a wonderful experience. Robby certainly had, and after that first "encounter" with a pair of girls' underwear, he was "hooked" so to speak. He spent the rest of the time he lived at home regularly wearing the bras and panties of both his sisters. And wasn't that an exciting moment - when Robby put on a bra for the first time! There probably wouldn't be a girl anywhere who could understand that her own brother could feel jealous of her need to wear a bra, but that was how Robby felt when he finally got the nerve to try one of those on. Jealous. Girls were so lucky that they got to put bras on as they got dressed, and his young boy's mind had a real difficult time wondering how any girl could put clothes on at all without thinking about how sexy just being a girl was. As far as Robby ever knew, neither his younger sister JoAnne nor his older one Christine had the slightest idea that their only brother - the only one of the three of them who was "different" - had their underwear drawers open almost weekly for quite some time, or that although he would stop doing it from time to time, he always went back sooner or later. And Robby wasn't without some guilt over doing this. Literally invading the privacy of Christine and JoAnne. He loved both of his sisters dearly, and his greatest fear about either of them finding out that he was going into their bedrooms to "borrow" bras and panties on a regular basis had less to do with them knowing he did this than with how they might feel about him sneaking behind their backs like he was. Robby hated having to do it that way. One of his greatest wishes, in fact, was that a guy could just "ask his sister" for permission to occasionally wear her bras and panties, the very same way he might ask to borrow a book or anything else. But a guy just couldn't do a thing like that. The expression he'd probably see on the girl's face as he asked her this was more than enough to squash any foolish ideas of asking Christine or JoAnne a question like that. What they thought of him meant far too much to take a chance like that. A guy wasn't even supposed to really know that his sisters were girls, certainly not to the point where he would enter their bedrooms in their absence and look through their most intimate items of clothing. And for all the years Robby did this, he never stopped wishing he could be honest with Christine and JoAnne about it, but there wasn't any way that a guy would even want to risk causing the sisters he loved so much to change their apparently equal affection for him as their brother into something dirty or indecent. Because it was never like that. Robby truly meant all the respect in the world for both of his sisters when he put on the pretty nylon underwear that he was so envious of, and he couldn't ever go into either girl's room without feeling bad that it had to be such a thing of shame. All he really wanted to do was "feel like a girl" for a while. To get away from the confining pressure of always having to "act like a man" around his friends, with his dad, with everyone. But his wanting to do this was also a thing he couldn't, as a boy, admit to either. There were even times when Robby thought he might be insulting Christine or JoAnne with his assuming that they wouldn't be able to understand, and that they really deserved the chance to show him that they could understand. But the risk was just too great, and so the one thing above all else that Robby would have loved to talk about with his two sisters had to be kept in the closet. The closet of his own shame. One can only ponder the value of certain secrets and deceptions. Was the dishonesty hurting more than honesty may have helped? This, perhaps, would depend upon the individuals involved, but along with his newly discovered interest in wearing women's underwear came one more thing for Robby to regret - that the world he was growing up in forbid his even dreaming of admitting his liking for the underwear of the opposite sex. For him to be as honest and truthful with his own sisters like he truly wanted to be was "against the rules". When adults talk about confused teens, they probably don't ever think about anything quite as deep as what Robby had gone through as he reached and passed his thirteenth birthday. They wouldn't want to think about such things anyway, for one fact of being "grown up" is to run and hide from that which makes one uncomfortable. Pretend it isn't there. Keep things nice and typical. That way was easiest, so that was how the world worked. And that was the world in which teenagers had to wrestle with their own personal issues. They learned this from adults. Certain things simply cannot be mentioned. At all. Under any circumstances. This was, therefore, a rule which prevented any possibility of Robby giving his two sisters any chance of trying to understand his innermost feelings. It forbid him from being honest with Christine and JoAnne the way he would have liked to be. There was, however, the other side of this. It may very well have gone badly anyhow if he had come out and told one or both of them that he liked to put their underwear on. Even after JoAnne became a teenager herself and Christine was a senior in high school, they were still teenage girls, and their own possible reactions to news of this sort were less likely to be responses of understanding than they would be of disgust, and it was this probability that Robby clung to as he kept his silence throughout his teen years. It really was a fairy tale in his mind to imagine either JoAnne or Christine being able to handle a thing like their brother's liking for their intimate apparel and he had to accept this. Some secrets truly felt as if they wouldn't stand a chance of having anybody understand. All Robby had to do was listen to either of his sisters when they were talking and giggling with their friends, and he knew that he could never afford to have the topic of his wearing their underwear come up at times like that. At best, he would be a joke that the girls laughed themselves silly over. Or, at worst, they would openly mock him for it. Either way, he was the one who stood to lose by being honest. And it was most likely just as well that Robby's sisters never did know about all this, for then they didn't need to be thinking about their brother as some sort of weirdo or something. For all concerned, it was probably, although still unfortunately, for the best. One thing was certain tonight as Robby, just having heard that his wife Jessica would be staying overnight at this Trina's place, found himself drawn to her dresser in their bedroom. He still couldn't see any good coming of having anybody know that he liked to wear bras and panties. And if a guy had once been worried about his sisters finding out a thing like this, one could bet heavily against him wanting his own wife knowing about it. But at times like now - when he knew Jessica was safely out of the house for the time being - Robby was still right at home strolling around upstairs, clad in the pink lace panties and pretty padded bra he had selected from his wife's "undies drawer" as she called it. Being an adult now and enjoying a few extra thrills once in a while, after Robby put on Jessica's bra and panties, he turned the lights off and carefully felt his way down the stairs to the living room. And there, he took a leisurely seat on the couch in his wife's underwear, like any "chick" home by herself. As he sat there in the dark he got another idea, and getting up from the couch, he took a little walk down to the basement, which of course cut off all retreat in the event that Jessica happened to come home after all. His own clothing had been left upstairs in their bedroom as he moved about in the basement with only that pair of panties and bra on. Not surprisingly, this extra element of "danger" was giving Robby an erection that, if it didn't impress his wife, was still as large as his cock could get as it stretched to the right, the head of it pushing against the pretty pink nylon. Robby loved seeing this. His hard penis, covered by feminine underwear and making a penis-shaped outline underneath it. He called this the "female penis" effect, and judging from the state of his cock, it wasn't minding the effect itself. To him the overall sight was incredibly exciting, for it had an interesting way of making a penis - and a scrotum too - look extraordinarily feminine! Which was the entire basis for Robby to wear women's underwear in the first place. It was still "taking a break" from the pressure of having to "be the man" all the time. One thing that he'd liked ever since the time when he was first "trying panties on" was how unbelievably sexy it could be to wrap the male genitals in undergarments that were decidedly feminine. The contrast was just stunning to Robby. Pink lace-edged nylon, wrapped around an erect penis and the testicles below it. Even all this time later it continued to feel like he was indulging in "throwing all the rules away" for a while, which felt so liberating to him in many ways. But oddly enough, now that he wasn't wearing his sister's underwear but his wife's, Robby didn't feel that guilt about it that he used to. He thought that he may have finally gotten over it, but wasn't really sure exactly why he no longer felt like he used to when it was Christine or JoAnne's underthings he was putting on. Being married to Jessica made a difference somehow, although not always in a good way. There actually were times when Robby felt a sort of naughty glee at putting one over on his wife, most often when he wore her underwear soon after a little fight of some kind. Putting a pair of Jessica's panties on could even feel like he was finally "getting the last word in" if they'd had a disagreement of some kind. Woman Power Ch. 02 And there was a reason for this, too. Robby knew that he didn't stand up for himself like other guys did. He knew he was "kind of a wimp" when it came to that stuff, although he had absolutely no idea of just how much Jessica agreed with this assessment. But at least in one way, this was why her husband had no problem with the idea of wandering around the house in her underwear when she wasn't home. At least that way he could feel as if he was "showing her" a thing or two - even if the last thing Robby would ever want would be for Jessica to see just how he was showing her up for winning an argument. But for a wimp like he was, this reasoning worked fairly well. Quite frequently he would follow some verbal disagreement with the woman he married by waiting until she went out someplace - waiting much like a little boy might wait for a safe chance to misbehave - and then Robby would "get his extra two cents in" by helping himself to Jessica's "undies drawer" and putting things on that his sex still forbid him to do. And other times he simply did it for a nice thrill, without any additional motive. Sometimes Robby liked to "take chances", too. Like if Jessica was making a "quick dash" to the grocery store which was only a few blocks over, he liked to "risk it" a little by taking one of his walks down to their basement, wearing nothing but his wife's underwear. When she could easily show up back at the house at any moment. The masturbation sessions that accompanied these riskier episodes were among the most exciting and intense moments in Robby's sex life. Even fucking Jessica like any normal guy did with his wife could never make him come with such force or in more of a total frenzy than when he masturbated in their basement with Jessica's panties on while she was only gone on on some short errand in the neigborhood and due back soon. He was, of course, extremely careful about not getting any "goo" on her underwear, but once or twice he had done this and had to risk throwing the panties into the wash while hoping that Jessica wouldn't notice a pair in the wash that she hadn't worn recently. But this had only happened once or twice for as long as they were married and really had never been much of an issue. But it did make Robby cautious, and he never jerked off anymore while still wearing his wife's panties. He always took them off first. Everything had to be done right, including when a married man wore his wife's underwear. Even a wimp has enough sense to be careful at certain times. As for what Jessica had been up to over at that Trina's place, whoever Trina was, not in ten years would it have ever crossed Robby's wimpy mind that his pretty little wife was in bed with this long lost girlfriend of hers and enjoying a wild time that he'd never been able to show her himself and never would be able to. Like many guys, no matter what type they were, Robby existed in a nice kind of delusional world when it came to the needs of women. He and Jessica made love because married couples naturally did so, but when it came to the specifics regarding Jessica's fulfillment or sexual satisfaction or just what she liked in the way of sex, he was completely ignorant of any possible shortcoming on his part. The guy simply had to get his penis into the woman's vagina, and after that he just did what came naturally to him, and this was as far as Robby could take it. That Jessica had tried for quite some time to show him things she liked sexually before finally giving up because he couldn't seem to grasp it wasn't even a thing Robby was aware of. Not only had Jessica's attempts to "show him a few things" been a waste of her time, but not once had the thought so much as dawned on her husband that she must have had a reason for trying in the first place. Poor Robby was both emotionally and sexually inadequate, which left him a poor choice for marriage, but since Jessica hadn't "looked before she leaped", and because he himself had been utterly floored by her beauty and her acceptance of his proposal, they were now a couple. Not real fit for each other, but a couple nonetheless. Robby didn't know this, that was the thing. The very idea that Jessica might have needs he wasn't taking care of didn't even occur to him. Not because of thoughtlessness or inconsideration of any sort. He just was too much of a little boy to be "playing house" like an adult. He didn't even realize that if he put a fraction of the imagination into pleasing his wife in bed that he did into putting her clothing on and getting his jollies when she wasn't home, things might have been improved by a very wide margin. But since Robby lacked the very maturity to understand a thing like this, he stayed right on cruise control in the ignorance lane on the freeway of life. And went right on being a "lousy lay" and wearing bras and panties the moment Jessica's back was turned. He was a wimp. And that was what wimps did. They flunked bedroom 101 and couldn't keep out of the little wife's undies drawer. The first thing to cross Jessica's mind when she woke up, hungover, in Trina's bed and found herself naked and laying next to a just as naked Trina, the most erotic and exciting thought flashed through her mind. Wine headache or not, Jessica was sexually aroused seconds after awakening and taking in her surroundings. What she fantasized about - just for a second or two, but it was enough - was that she and Trina were the married couple and that she just woke up beside her "spouse". Jessica was beyond amazed at how utterly romantic and sexy it was to lay there next to this friend whom she hadn't talked to in four years until last night at the mall, and imagining herself married to her. A woman. Not without feeling more than a little strange about it, and even maybe a bit freaked out as well, Jessica continued to lay quietly next to Trina. She didn't want to wake her up yet. All Jessica felt like doing for a few minutes was to go on laying there in Trina's bed, flat on her back, the sheet pulled down to expose her naked breasts, and enjoy the wonderfully beautiful thought of being married to another woman. After last night, and all the things she and Trina shared, first conversationally, and then, of course, right here in Trina's bedroom, Jessica was seeing the very idea of two women marrying one another - or even being like that together while everyone else assumed they were "just friends - as one of the most breathtaking concepts there could be. Penisless. Penisless. That expression came back to Jessica as she lay there quietly and just enjoyed being next to Trina like she was. Penisless. Each time this went through Jessica's mind she grew more horny about it. She glanced over at the still sleeping Trina. If I was married to her, thought Jessica as her nipples grew erect suddenly, we'd have a penisless marriage. A few minutes later Jessica was in Trina's shower, masturbating. "I see we slept a little late" said Trina as Jessica came into the kitchen after her shower. Jessica looked at the clock on the wall. Eleven twenty-five. She looked back at Trina. Both of them begin to grin sheepishly. There would be no self-consciousness regarding the events of the previous evening. Trina and Jessica got up and met the coming day feeling quite comfortable with everything. "So what'll you tell the wimp when you get home?" asked Trina as they were talking over coffee. Jessica liked the way in which her friend so casually referred to Robby this way. She didn't even know him, had never met him, but still so easily called him "the wimp". This particular morning that seemed very appropriate somehow. "Nothing" Jessica replied. "I stayed overnight and that's that. He won't have much to say about it anyway because he doesn't have it in him." "Well anyway, that's better than if you were a woman who had to sit here and figure out some "excuse" so your husband wouldn't spend the whole weekend pissed off at you" said Trina. "That's what I would've had to do with Brian, the cheating bastard. I would've been expected to justify something like staying out all night." The mention of her ex-husband's name brought to Jessica's mind a vision of Trina kneeing him right in the groin. It was a real pleasant way to start the day. With a nice strong-female kind of thought. "I still can't get over what you did to him" Jessica remarked, kind of wanting to talk about it some more. "What?" Trina wanted to know. "Which thing?" There was a mischevious glint in her eye. "Well all of it, actually" Jessica told her. "But I was thinking about the first thing you did." Now both women had that look in their eye. The look that could only be shared by a couple of women who liked the idea of kicking a guy in the balls when he deserved it. "Wish you coulda been there" said Trina at last. Jessica nodded as she refilled their coffee cups. So did she. That seemed to be all she could even think about this morning. A woman giving a guy a good kick in the nuts. Showing him how weak he was. Half an hour later Jessica was on her way home. She was finally going to return from the "quick trip to the mall" that she had gone on last night. Except that it was the day after. And she was wearing Trina's underwear because she hadn't brought any spare things along, having only planned on looking at shoes when she had gone out the night before. And somehow, as Jessica turned onto her street and pulled into her driveway, the fact that she was about to walk into the house wearing her long lost girlfriend's panties felt like a perfect way of symbolizing the experience she had been through since leaving this house roughly fifteen hours ago. It even had Jessica feeling a tad arrogant as she left the car and entered the back door into the kitchen. She had those green stretch-chiffon panties on that were actually a memento of last night and she felt so in charge when she was walking into the house. It was as if wearing Trina's underwear home the next day like this was the same as bringing at least some of Trina's general attitude about men back home with her. Jessica found Robby planted lazily in front of the television set, this time watching a football game. For him, watching football was as masculine as he got. Feeling extremely conscious of having the panties of her pussywhipping girlfriend on, Jessica immediately began to act accordingly. She didn't go overboard with it or anything but did start in on her husband right away about a few tasks around the house that she wanted him to do. They weren't even especially important ones, but that wasn't the point. What Jessica wanted was to see Robby turn the tv off and get busy "obeying her" a little bit, and doing it while she had the underwear of a genuine bitch on. And that was how she followed the still hard to believe evening just past. By coming into the house the next day and making her husband get off his ass and make himself useful. Not only did it feel damn good to be doing this, but it also got a few chores done that needed doing anyhow. And yes, Jessica did experience a rather pleasant sensation of "being the boss" after she put an end to Robby's sitting in front of that tv. But she handled it in a subtle enough way that he never got the slightest hint that what was really taking place was a bit of experimental "pussywhipping" on the part of his wife. He also didn't say any more about her drinking the previous night. Robby didn't care for his wife doing that but his objections, if any, most often took the form of childish whining like so many other issues of his did, and today did not seem like a good time in his mind to bring it up again. So Jessica's little pussywhipping tryout also accomplished shutting him up about her getting drunk last night. He was too chicken to mention it after she walked in and began getting after him to do some work around there. All Robby thought was how it obviously hadn't been a good idea to have Jessica come in and find him just sitting around like that, and he assumed that her bossy mood today was more due to her own hangover than anything else. Not once did it dawn on him that, after the visit she had with her friend Trina, she was actually "getting her kicks" by giving him a few orders and seeing the way he hopped to it. Like a guy should, Jessica couldn't keep from thinking as she watched Robby get outside and start raking leaves. For the first time since marrying the guy she was beginning to see an advantage to his being such a wimp. And it was easy enough for Jessica to start "getting a little bossy" with her husband after that lively discussion with Trina, since compared with what Trina had done to her former husband Brian, a little harmless pussywhipping of Robby seemed like nothing. All his wife could think as she tried a bit of this out on him was how surprising it was that she hadn't ever thought of it before now. Jessica and Robby had dinner out with some friends of theirs that evening. Debbie and Craig, another couple who lived down their street. At times like these the conversation was always real bland stuff about projects around the house or their jobs. Typical married couple topics, only this time there was one big difference for Jessica. Like when Debbie started talking about the deck she and Craig were putting in out back. Jessica sat there, listening as if nothing could interest her more than somebody else's home improvements, while at the same time unable to stop thinking about how much she had enjoyed the little pussywhipping session of that afternoon. "We were gonna do the work ourselves" Debbie was telling Jessica. "But then this friend of ours turned out to be real experienced with wooden decks, so he's gonna put ours in, just for the cost of materials." Sneaking a quick glance at Debbie's rather nice cleavage, Jessica found herself wondering how often, if indeed ever, the term "pussywhipping" might cross this chick's mind. In fact, with that pretty cleavage right before her eyes like that, Jessica was finding it so right to be thinking of the expression at that moment. Pussywhipping. While seeing the tops of Debbie's boobs that way. Pussywhipping. Right there, thought Jessica as she took another fast peek at Debbie's partially visible boobs; another license to do it. To pussywhip. It was the first time she had ever gotten so horny in a restaurant while she and Robby were just having dinner with some other couple they knew. But she just couldn't help it. She kept on thinking about how the idea of women giving the orders had suddenly begun to seem so natural. Just because of having run into Trina by the merest chance the night before. Jessica knew that if she hadn't decided to go look at shoes last night - which she never did end up getting - the rest of it wouldn't have happened, and she'd be sitting here right now, talking with Debbie and Craig about their backyard deck project and almost certainly not looking at Debbie's beautiful display of her boobs and seeing it as one of a woman's "symbols" of her own authority. But Jessica had gone shopping the night before, and she did meet up with Trina. And her entire way of thinking had gotten as sidetracked as the evening itself had. But it all felt so sexy somehow! Just to be thinking things that she never had before, and to be finding the idea of pussywhipping her wimp of a husband so appealing. Just thinking about women in general pussywhipping their husbands or boyfriends was suddenly real exciting for her. Jessica got through the rest of the evening out with Debbie and Craig all right, but it was a night filled with some very unwifelike thoughts. About herself, Debbie, and any other woman Jessica happened to see while they were out. Women getting "nice and bitchy" with guys. Just taking charge completely. The way she now knew they so easily could if they decided they wanted to. Like she knew she wanted to. Trina had planted the idea in her mind and even Jessica could believe how appealing she was finding it. And Trina herself hadn't even mentioned "pussywhipping" or wearing the pants when she talked about her ex-husband the night before. But once she had gotten Jessica started on what a wimp Robby was, the thought of treating him like one just kind of fell into place and began to seem so incredibly appropriate. She was stuck with this overgrown high school nerd for a husband and had no clue as to what she was going to do about her situation - at least not before that unexpected meeting up with Trina, which now almost seemed as if it was meant to happen or something. The fact that Robby was such a wimp had been, before this weekend, little more than a mix of embarrassment and frustration for his wife. But not anymore. Even while the two of them were out with Debbie and Craig, Jessica was doing a great deal of thinking about how Robby was actually the perfect kind of husband to have if a woman suddenly found a brand new fascination with the word "pussywhipping". And he was also the perfect kind of guy for a woman to be married to if she happened to realize that women had another option besides men. Had that ever occurred to Debbie? Jessica wondered about this as well as she and Robby ate and drank with Debbie and Craig. Did she know how incredibly erotic it could be with another woman? Did she have any idea of how utterly trivial an experience like that could leave men looking, or how it could awaken feelings within herself that she would never have believed she could have? And did she ever - even completely innocently - kind of "get off" on the thought of kicking Craig in the balls? Just to enjoy the fact that such a thing was possible? It took some effort but Jessica was able to pass a fairly normal evening out with Robby and their friends from down the street. She did spend some of the time getting kind of hot over what she knew were less than "acceptable" thoughts. But sometimes the very fact that something was "unacceptable" made it even more exciting than it might otherwise have been, or this was how Jessica was seeing it now. The less "proper" an idea was, the greater its impact could be. And it was with this in mind that she pulled another "first" since marrying Robby. While they were out with Debbie and Craig, she made up her mind right then and there that she was going to say no to her husband the next time he wanted sex. Hopefully he'd want it that very night, but whenever it came up the answer was going to be "No". Having just spent the previous evening listening as Trina spouted off the most aggressively bitchy talk Jessica had ever heard from a woman, and then experiencing that wonderfully exciting "penisless sex" with her after that - and then coming home this morning in such a pussywhipping mood! All of it, added together, practically seemed to demand a rejection of the penis at the soonest opportunity. Naturally this wouldn't even be the sacrifice for Jessica that it might have been for other women, since her husband had never been any good in bed anyway. Just like Robby being a total wimp, his lack of sexual performance was now seen as the advantage that his wife had never known it to be until now. She could turn him down in bed and not miss a thing by it herself, while at the same time it would represent her own power and authority as the female in the house. It wouldn't be anywhere nearly as drastic, but it would, in a way, be a sort of kick in the balls all the same. Just to withhold sex because she could. Because women could. In the bedroom they were always in charge, and with the full support of the law behind them! The thought of this by itself could get Jessica kind of wet now. Her views definitely were changing, and not merely a little bit. That night with Trina was having a dramatic effect on the way she saw the entire women versus men deal. The one thing which amazed her was why she - and most other girls - weren't completely aware of all this well before graduating from high school. Because once you really got thinking about it, the whole thing was almost too obvious not to see. Woman Power Ch. 02 "You seem preoccupied tonight" Debbie said to Jessica at one point on Saturday evening. That was when Jessica knew she better stop thinking about everything so much and start concentrating on being out with Debbie and Craig. "I don't mean to be, it's just that I'm a little tired and still a bit hungover" she replied, after which she gave Debbie a very watered-down version of her evening at Trina's house the night before. And after that she gave most of her attention to the typical two-couples out for dinner and drinks night that was going on, although the occasional peek at Debbie's cleavage and the almost indescribable power it represented also stayed on her mind. It had just become too damned big of a thing for Jessica to not be very aware of. It was a most unusual night for one particular married couple later on when Jessica and Robby got home. Up in their bedroom she waited for him to come out of the shower, knowing that he'd probably be naked and towel-drying himself like he always did. And she was looking forward to that, but not for a reason that anyone would have called normal. When Robby returned from his shower, naked and still drying himself, Jessica was all but staring at his genitals and thinking, with growing arousal, about how they actually now looked to her like a guy's own symbols of being the one who "had to ask permission". She tried to keep the grin off of her face as she checked out Robby's rather tiny and flacid penis. At that moment it was so small that it didn't have any "hang" to it but just kind of pointed outward a few inches. It almost looks pathetic, thought Jessica as her nipples became erect in seconds. She was wearing one of her sheer babydoll nighties, a nice feminine pink one. Guaranteed to have Robby "wanting it", which was how she needed him to be. It would feel that much more authoritative to refuse his overtures, such as they were, if she had him good and hot for her. The more a guy wants it, reasoned Jessica, the greater impression it would make on him to hear his wife say "No". After looking his soon-to-be-rejected penis over, Jessica's eyes moved slightly lower. To that bulb-like shape below Robby's little dick. His balls. The nerve center of his own male weakness. From their bed, where Jessica ever so casually lounged with an open book, her nipples teasingly visible to him through the thin veil-like fabric of her pink nightie while Robby moved about as he prepared to come to bed, she was looking at his puny sac as often as she could without him noticing. And she was completely unable to prevent visions of her own knee slamming into that silly looking thing. Squashing it and its contents against his pelvis. Sending shock waves of male agony throughout his body. Showing him who had all the power around there. Convincing Robby of it with no room for any doubt. I could do it with one little effortless jab of my knee! This thought absolutely mesmerized Jessica as she furtively eyed her husband's scrotum, finally seeing it for the bullseye that it so clearly was. And it looked like one, too! Once she allowed herself to dare think about it in such terms, Robby's scrotum actually looked just like a fucking target down there between his legs! Hanging there, front and center, in a location that couldn't have been more convenient! Just waiting to be nailed by a nice, authoritative knee! Like Trina did to Brian! She had used his testicles for a bit of womanly target practice and taught him a valuable lesson at the same time. As it turned out, Jessica had to excuse heself to the bathroom before she and Robby retired for the night, for she was by then far too turned on to simply say no to him and go to sleep. First she had to get herself off in the bathroom to relieve some of the pressure. This was a good decision too, for when she came back and found her husband all settled in bed and waiting for her, she had no interest at all in sexual activity of any kind. Jessica had just finished enjoying a nice climax with herself in the bathroom while running water to cover it up, and she couldn't wait for Robby to try "getting something started" so she could tell him and that wimp of a cock to forget it. And as Jessica disappointed him, she did so while again thinking about that "target" between his legs. And how the fact that men had those things made them total doormats of women in so many ways. Men probably never gave a thought to how lucky they were any time their balls were "within easy range" and a woman resisted the temptation. Robby was quite disappointed, too. Especially after seeing Jessica in that skimpy nightgown of hers. He had, of course, worn that thing himself a few times when she wasn't home, but he sure didn't look like she did in it. But seeing her walking around in that nightie for a while before bed, he naturally assumed that "it was on for tonight". Why else would a woman put a sexy thing like that on? When Jessica came to bed, she didn't know it because he had the sheets over himself, but Robby had an erection that, while nothing impressive, was still very eagerly looking forward to entering the warm wet softness of his wife. His penis had been throbbingly hard when she told him she was "too tired", and as Jessica turned over with a complete lack of interest and went to sleep, Robby was left to lay there on his back with a very stiff but rejected cock that had been denied permission to enter Little Lovely. He wasn't smart enough to realize it yet, but being refused in bed was a good lesson for a guy. It taught him that he had no right to take a thing like sex for granted. The fact that more men did take it as a given than otherwise made it an even more valuable lesson when a woman caused a guy to "strike out" in the bedroom. But there definitely were advantages to having a wimp like Robby for a husband, and his wife was finding it rather delightful to finally see this. He didn't suspect for one minute that the refusal of Jessica had been a very big symbolic gesture on her part. One that she considered a demonstration of the female as the obviously stronger sex since women were the ones who decided yes or no in bed. More than that, Jessica also saw deliberately turning Robby down as a kind of "salute to the sisterhood of women", which anything penisless definitely was. And she made sure that it was a very penisless night in her and Robby's bed that night. As Jessica turned on her side and began drifting off to sleep after putting Robby in his place like that, she also smiled to herself about what a kick in the balls it truly was to turn one's own husband down in bed for reasons that pertained only to women and the undeniable authority that they had. In her own way, what she had just done was meant to be her own private way of giving that sac she was looking at earlier a good flattening with her knee. Robby didn't suffer one fraction of what he would have had she done it for real, but in Jessica's mind, by saying no to him tonight, that was exactly what she was doing. Sending her knee right into Robby's sorry little wimpy-looking nut-sac. Too many women apparently had no clue about how powerful it could feel to do a thing like that, thought Jessica as she went to sleep that night. They couldn't possibly know! Because if they did, you wouldn't hear half the stories about guys treating women like shit the way they so often did. If women used a different approach, a more aggressive one, men wouldn't dare be as out of line as they were. If the first method didn't work - the symbolic knee in the groin - , well then you could always "do a Trina" and use the real thing to straighten a guy out! It even occurred to Jessica that this new way of seeing things felt extremely pro-woman, and a thing like that seemed so fucking overdue! And it wasn't even something as shallow as simple bitchiness either! It was an attitude which women would inevitably need to adopt if they ever expected to put an end to all the shit that men subjected them to. This was another thing Jessica was slowly realizing. That to think in the sort of terms that she was beginning to, thanks to Trina, was so much more than when you heard somebody say "Oh, she's such a bitch!". There was, Robby's wife now knew, a vast difference between some chick who was a "bitch" for no apparent reason and one who was finding in herself a totally female-oriented way of thinking. On the surface, all a thing like this would look like was typical bitchiness, but it carried so much more meaning than that! At times, Jessica felt almost overwhelmed by all the things she was thinking about after having run into Trina the other night. But the main idea was that "being a bitch" could simply mean being "all female" for a change and not kissing up to men as if they were so fucking great or something. Which they weren't, in Jessica's mind. Certainly not after finding out how it felt to have another woman make love to her the way Trina had done. That by itself was causing men to lose more ground in Jessica's opinion than they would ever themselves be able to comprehend. It had turned into a very long but exciting and fulfilling weekend for her, that much was for sure! And Robby, as Jessica now felt was appropriate, didn't have a clue. She liked it this way. Men not knowing anything about what was happening right under their noses. Sooner or later he'd have to find out that his wife had become a very different person, but Jessica thought that she'd know how to handle this when the time came. Until then, a little pussywhipping here and there, and refusing sex often enough to firmly establish that it was indeed her privilege as a woman to do so should be sufficient in her house. Which is not to say that a married woman like Jessica could just suddenly start being a completely different person and start treating her own husband entirely differently without a whole lot of misgivings running through her mind. It was really much more complicated than this. First there had been that wild Friday night with Trina, during which time Jessica had found herself juiced up on wine and saying some fairly derogatory things about the guy she was married to. Then she came home Saturday in a mood to pretend she had a whip in her hand as she followed Robby around, giving him household jobs to do. Going out with Debbie and Craig that evening and sitting there looking at Debbie's cleavage and thinking some more bitchy thoughts. Coming home with a deliberate plan to refuse Robby in bed, just because Jessica was the woman and had this privilege. Masturbating in the bathroom just prior to turning him down because of how worked up she had gotten herself by thinking of his nuts as a "target" that was in such an easy to reach spot. And then saying "No" when her husband "wanted it". All of this did happen, but when Jessica got up on Sunday morning she found herself thinking that she should maybe "cool it" a while and not let the whole thing get too carried away. For none of the things she'd done or been thinking since Friday night were ordinary for her. Not at all, and Jessica even felt a little weird about it on Sunday. The fact that she had said no to Robby in bed for the very first time without any better reason than that she "wanted to" seemed a bit shocking in the light of day so to speak. And there were all the other things, too. As Jessica and her husband had coffee and read the Sunday paper like thousands of average couples were doing at the same time all over town, she could hardly get over how she had actually been looking at poor Robby's balls the night before and thinking what she had been. What the hell is with me all of the sudden? wondered Jessica. How could I possibly just start getting such cunty ideas in such a short time? When she thought about the past two days, it did, in fact, seem quite strange and even kind of crazy. Not knowing how to deal with this, she made up her mind to "act normal" today and see if all that other shit turned out to be nothing but a temporary and not realistic state of mind. "We should call your mom and see what they're doing today" Jessica prodded her husband, who even needed a push to do things like that. "Maybe they'd like some company." Robby thought that this might be a good idea, but of course he wanted Jessica to make the call. Such a child, thought his wife as she picked up the phone. But she was going to try to stop thinking about all that, and especially the crazier stuff about balls and pussywhipping. There was even a bit of guilt creeping up when she recalled Friday night at Trina's and thought about the way she had so purposely planned on refusing Robby in bed last night. They ended up going over to Robby's parent's house and having a casual lunch around two o'clock, which Jessica felt happy about because it got her mind back on being their son's wife and off of everything else she had been thinking about. While she and Robby were over there the events of Friday and Saturday all seemed like some weird dream or something. It wasn't as if Jessica was now "back to normal" and completely like she had been before running into Trina, but she definitely needed the distraction of something nice and ordinary like lunch with thes to get her mind away from all that other shit for a while. And it worked, at least to a point. For the rest of the weekend and into the following week Jessica more or less went back to being her usual self. But it only lasted until she and Robby had sex a few nights later. Once again he was a total wimp about it and accomplished nothing other than to have Jessica thinking about what a nuisance his little dick was and how all it did was squirt that mess for her to go clean up after without doing anything else for her at all. He does absolutely nothing for me in bed, thought Jessica in the bathroom after her husband had finished his short task and rolled over contentedly, leaving her to go wash up. And after all the wimpiness of his that I put up with, too. While feeling this way after sex with Robby was nothing new, Jessica felt something different this time. And it surprised her, although later on she realized that it perhaps shouldn't have. She felt kind of glad that it wasn't anywhere as good with him as it had been with Trina last Friday night. I actually didn't want it to be as good, she caught herself thinking as she came back to bed after a visit to the bathroom. Getting into bed next to an already snoring Robby, his wife was recalling something she and Trina had discussed on Friday night; that thing about only really needing men for their sperm when children were wanted. Right at that moment Jessica knew that this could certainly be true for some women, for she herself now saw very little point in dealing with that mess Robby made when he ejaculated into her. Why would I want to put up with that on top of everything else, she was asking herself as she settled into bed. Sex that wasn't the least bit satisfying but also left her full of semen that she had no use for, since she knew darn well now that she wasn't about to have a child with this guy next to her. So what was the point of even letting Robby have sex? She was the woman and she was the one who could decide about that. Maybe they were married, but he still couldn't do a thing without her consent. Thinking about this again started getting Jessica kind of hot as she lay in bed beside her sleeping husband. But then, if I don't allow sex, why bother staying married to the guy at all? The answer to this, however, had more to do with his parents and the rest of the family as well. They all got along so great together and the thought of doing something as drastic as deciding to dump Robby would, Jessica knew very well, cause a whole lot of trouble between herself and certain family members. This might be unavoidable at some future time but right now she didn't feel anywhere near to being ready for a major thing like that. Which wasn't a good reason to stay married and never had been, but Jessica's marriage itself wasn't so much a problem as it was simply an embarrassment and rather frustrating for her most of the time. When she wasn't dealing with Robby's total wimpiness around the house, she was dealing with it in the bedroom, like she just had tonight, and she knew that sooner or later she would need to do something about it. But for the present, Jessica thought that it might help her a lot if she kept in touch with Trina. Maybe she could start seeing her on the side. And there was that exciting expression again, right back in her mind. Penisless sex. That had to be at the root of it all, she suspected. The fact that certain feelings inside her had been allowed to "come out of the closet" last week Friday. Feelings that were not going to go away, as Jessica could now see. All the visits tos and family in the world weren't going to distract her from knowing how much she had enjoyed it with another woman. And that she was even kind of "missing" Trina now after some time had gone by. As Jessica went to sleep after another less than terrific performance by Robby in bed, this was what was on her mind. She wanted to see Trina again. Which happened on Friday, one week after meeting her at the mall. This time Jessica had called her old friend during the week and found to her own delight that Trina was free on Friday and very interested in having Jessica over again. So taking advantage of being married to a wimp - and Jessica was aware of how this did give her more freedom than other married woman usually had - she made up some bullshit story for him about how she was going over to Trina's to help her sew a dress for a wedding. A nice "chick" excuse that most guys paid very little attention to once it had been given. "I guess you'll be drinking again" said Robby, sounding every bit like the class nerd who put alcohol right up there with all the "bad" things. He didn't even sound like an adult when he said that, thought his wife. But it did give her an idea and it was too good to miss. Robby himself had paved the way. "We probably will drink some wine tonight" Jessica replied. "And thanks for reminding me - I really should pack an overnight bag since I'll probably end up staying overnight again." Just like that. Jessica hadn't even thought about doing anything like taking a bag along but after Robby mentioned drinking right away she went upstairs and put some things into her overnight case and told her husband that she'd call and let him know if she was staying over. Robby felt a sudden wave of jealously sweep over him at how readily his wife ran up and packed that bag before going over to that Trina chick's place. She seemed a little too eager about the prospect of spending the night at her girlfriend's again but because he didn't have it in him to try objecting to this, all he could do was watch Jessica hurry out the door to her car, all prepared to stay the night at Trina's. Jealous about feeling so left out. But Robby learned something at the same time - a guy could actually get an erection over such a thiing. By the time Jessica arrived at Trina's, her husband was up in their room, pulling on a pair of her pantyhose. He was pretending that he was a woman on her way to spend a whole night with a girlfriend. His jealousy increased, along with his arousal. Women could be so tight with each other sometimes, a thing which Robby sort of knew that guys could never experience. They couldn't make a call about getting together and right away be packing things to spend the night. A thing like that wouldn't look right. It would look queer. But when a woman did it she was just being a woman. Not an hour after his wife left the house, Robby was wandering around in Jessica's panties, her pantyhose and even one of her bras. Jealous about female friendships but also very much turned on by them. Woman Power Ch. 03 If she could go through with it. Jessica made this point very clear to Trina. It was part of the deal. She would have Trina over to the house on the evening they decided upon, but Jessica had to be able to back out of putting her husband in the guest room if she changed her mind about going that far. "Like I said" Trina told her, "I do not want us doing anything you don't feel comfortable with." And she meant this, for even Trina knew that it wouldn't be any fun if Jessica felt that it was too much or if it seemed too "wrong" when the time came. Trina had gotten mixed up in three-way things like this before with married women but didn't want to wind up being the "bad guy", which could easily happen if she pushed something too quickly. But Jessica was definitely not reacting to what was going on like other married women Trina had known had done, even those who had practically jumped at the chance to sleep with another woman. Even the ones who seemed as if they had been lesbians beneath the surface all along still hadn't begun talking about men and how weak they were so readily, and not one of Trina's previous female lovers who were married had sat at Trina's place actually making fun of the guys they were married to the way Jessica did. She was obviously a woman who was extremely frustrated with her marital situation, and was also Trina's first experience with meeting a woman who said right out that she was married to "a total wimp". And Trina liked that so well - a woman thinking of "him" as a total wimp. So it was likely, at least as Jessica's girlfriend saw it, that this was the best opportunity she was going to come across to do something she had wanted to do now for quite some time - see one of these married chicks really exploit the "weakness" of her husband by pulling a stunt on him that most wives probably couldn't get away with. Having a "friend" over and then finishing up the night by tossing "him" right out of their bedroom so the two chicks could sleep together. If this Robby joker was half the wimp Jessica claimed he was, he wouldn't have it in him to say a thing about it. And Trina wanted so badly to witness a rare thing like this, for she knew she wasn't going to have the chance very often, if indeed ever again. The wonderful humiliation of a married man being put in the spare bedroom by his wife so she could have a friend of hers in their bed. If Trina had her way, it wouldn't even be uncommon for married women to have an overnight guest sleep with them like that. The statement it made about the unity of women and female friendships was by itself too good to miss. Showing a guy that the presence of one of his wife's girlfriends changed where he stood completely. Letting him see that even in his own home he had to "step aside" when his wife had someone overnight. Jessica's divorced girlfriend was very much aware that it was all easy enough for her to see things this way. She also knew that back when she was married to Brian she herself could never have gotten away with doing anything as unheard of as expecting her husband to sleep elsewhere when she had a friend stay overnight. Brian would never have put up with a thing like that. So nobody knew better than Trina did that what she was hoping of Jessica was stretching things more than a little. And she wouldn't even be attempting it if Jessica hadn't seemed to be the very sort of chick who might be capable of such a thing while also being married to a guy who probably wouldn't have any idea of what to do when faced with such a situation. But she did seem like someone who very well could go through with what they were tentatively planning, although Trina understood perfectly how Jessica wanted the option right up to the last minute to abort the operation. As the wife in this thing she had to have that choice, even though Trina had reached the point where she wouldn't hesitate to go for it if she was in Jessica's place. But she wasn't, and she had to take that into consideration. All she could do was hope that they could pull this thing off because she hated the thought of missing out on what looked like a golden opportunity for a pair of women to really put a guy in his place in a way that didn't happen often enough to suit women like Trina. Talking about it while half-bombed made it all sound so easy, but a thing like this was never as simple as just doing it. But as far as Trina could see, Jessica and Robby might well be her one big chance to witness some rather exquisite cuckolding of an unusual sort - where the guy sees his wife "going for a woman" instead of another man. Jessica's friend Trina couldn't imagine a finer kick in the balls than for a woman to pass up the cock for a pussy. As Jessica went about her ordinary business for the remainder of that weekend and into the next week she was, of course, thinking about little else much of the time. She and her husband did a few regular things on Saturday and Sunday - except for another denial of sex on Saturday night. This definitely was not an ordinary event in their house so far, but it did once again thrill Jessica, just due to the feeling of control it gave her to say "No" in the bedroom. Oddly enough, the wimpy way that Robby just "took it" without protest, even though he really had no choice, kind of made Jessica feel that maybe he deserved to see Trina come over, spend the evening, and then end up taking his place in their bed. Robby didn't even mind being turned down, for now he had caught on that both times right after his wife had spent the night at that Trina chick's place she had done this the very next night. Refused him in bed. He didn't quite know why, but it turned him on that two different times now Jessica didn't "want it" the night after going over to Trina's and staying the night. This might well have bothered or even annoyed more than a few other married men, but not a wimp like Robby. There was just something about it all that he found secretly exciting. Jessica staying at Trina's twice, and both times skipping sex with him the next night, and doing it with excuses that even he thought were rather feeble at best. But he knew that this didn't matter. A woman didn't need to explain herself in such matters if she didn't want to. Certainly not to a sexually inadequate wimp of a husband who wore her underwear in her absence, and who wouldn't dare argue her right to consent or refuse him in bed, and who also lay there in bed with a throbbing erection after being told that he would be going without it that night. And Robby's hard-on wasn't even as much due to wanting sex as it was because of his own knowledge that his wife had all the say in the bedroom. This was what kept his penis good and hard and feeling to him much like it was nothing but a begging little boy. Jessica merely had to tell him "No" and that was the end of it. It wasn't a thing that Robby would have ever told anybody, and definitely not any of the guys, but he found it incredibly exciting that as the guy he was so utterly without any real say in bed. Jessica's husband liked this fact so well that it was enough by itself to keep him nice and hard for quite a while. He wasn't accustomed to being turned down when it came to sex, but now that he found it happening, and both times coming immediately after Jessica had been at Trina's, Robby had somehow become totally aware of how it was the woman who made the decision to allow sex or to withhold it. This was proving to be one area in which being a wimp really helped a guy, for instead of there being any stupid and useless male resentment over having to go without sex on Robby's part, which wouldn't have done a bit of good anyway, all he did was lay quietly in bed next to Jessica, his rejected penis hard and pointing up at his belly button, while he fully appreciated her right as a woman to use that word. No. A two-letter word that people spoke every day without a thought, but yet, in the bedroom of a married couple, that particular word laid completely bare the true difference between the sexes. One had the right to use the word while the other had to "obey", for that was all it came down to after all. Robby may have been an absolute wimp all his life, but he was still able to reason some things out with startling intelligence, and this was one of those times. He was a guy and therefore he was the one who required pemission to have sex - even with his own wife. How could any guy be angry about such a thing when it was, if he gave it the thought that it deserved, almost too exciting to comprehend. Women and men could never be equal and Robby, with his erect penis that wouldn't be going where it wanted to once again that night, now knew this better than ever before. There couldn't possibly be equality between the sexes when the female, like it or not, completely controlled sexual activity. A woman may or may not take advantage of this, but it would always be a fact. With that single two-letter word - the word no - a woman was able to make it illegal for a man to pursue anything sexual. And on this Saturday night, as he tried getting to sleep in bed beside his wife, Robby couldn't get over how fucking arousing it was to face this and admit it to himself. He might be Jessica's husband but that didn't matter one bit. If she said "no", his so-called "rights", such as they might be, ended at that moment. But once he got thinking about this, he discovered that he loved having things that way. Jessica's refusals of sex had, remarkably, increased Robby's wimpiness many times over. It was all he could do to keep from waking his wife up and thanking her for making sure he understood who was really who around there. Sunday night Jessica did something different in bed with her husband. Instead of turning him down, she engaged him in some extended foreplay, which both reduced the poor dope to a quivering mass of male arousal while allowing her to gaze at his pint-sized erection as she toyed with it and teased Robby with babytalk. Obviously he loved this, as all he could do was barely gasp an occasional reply. He actually believed that he was getting a special treat for having gone without it the past two nights, last night because Jessica said "No" and the night before when she stayed at Trina's. Robby got the crazy idea that his wife was "making it up to him", which was fine with Jessica, although the entire point of playing with his little cock and tickling that shrimpy sac below it was so she could stare at everything and think about how having hooked up with Trina was making Robby's very sex organs look more inadequate and incapable than ever before. Look at how hard it is! she thought to herself as she ran one fingertip up and down the length of Robby's penis. It wants it so bad! It wants Little Lovely so much that it even looks like it's standing up and begging! Jessica loved thinking about her husband's erect penis in this way - as if it was "standing up and begging". She liked that a whole lot, for she was coming to see this as exactly how it should be. The penis having to beg for that which it wasn't necessarily going to get; having to beg for the consent that she did not have to grant! "No no no, naughty boy!" Jessica chided when Robby tried getting a hand between her thighs at one point. "Tonight, I'm doing the touching!" Both of them had come to bed nude and it was obvious from the direction of his eyes that her shaved vulva was driving him crazy with its bare-naked vertical smile. But Jessica was keeping everything nice and teasy as she moved Robby's hand away as if she was a teenager who just "wasn't that kind of girl". They had no lights on in the bedroom but more than enough was filtering in through the windows to let him see that which turned men into silly putty. Jessica lay on her side next to her husband, making sure he saw it all, for this made it that much better when she prevented this overaged adolescent from getting so much as a quick feel. "You're so beautiful!" whispered Robby after having his hand gently shoved away. I know, thought Jessica, who was enjoying herself tremendously. Look at him! He's just like some high school freshman who's seeing a pussy for the first time in his life! That's right, Robby darling! Stare at it! Let it torture you! Jessica glanced at her own groin area, at her soft, smooth crease, and then at Robby's, with that stiff, pulsing dick and that sac of weakness of his. She shook her head mentally. You just couldn't compare the two! A woman looked like a fucking queen down there, and next to the pretty little slit that curved downward between her legs, what a guy had almost looked funny! There was a time, and not very long ago at all either, when Jessica wouldn't have thought in such terms, but that was the "old Jessica". The "new" one was finding the very sight of an erect penis, especially Robby's rather small one, to be more humorous looking than anything else. He was flat on his back and his erection seemed to be trying to touch his belly button as it throbbed and begged for the attention it needed. It was almost as if an adult guy had this "little boy" between his legs that so desperately wanted a treat - one which women could deny and, as Jessica was discovering, do so quite gleefully. Sorry, little boy! No pussy tonight! No Little Lovely for you! You can just sit there and beg, for that much you're obliged to do, right? I'm becoming as bad as Trina, thought Jessica as she continued to play with Robby's begging penis and that fucking little bullseye below it. And while she let her husband think that she was bestowing this incredible sexual favor upon him, Jessica was beginning to suspect that she definitely would have it in herself to let Trina sleep in their bedroom when she came over on the upcoming weekend. For whatever reason, the more she toyed with these weak and so powerless looking male genitals of Robby's, the greater became the urge to go ahead with that oh so nasty idea of Trina's. And it wasn't helping him any that he had never been able to satisfy her in bed during the year and a half of their marriage. That wasn't going to do him any good at all when it came down to the moment when Jessica had the chance to really humiliate Robby in a way that few married men experienced. It would actually be a nice way of showing him what she thought of his so-called performances in bed if she were to put him in the spare bedroom when Trina spent the night. Because Robby's sexual ability had never been worth a shit anyway, it was very easy for Jessica to be extremely patronizing in her mind tonight when she got around to asking herself if she should let him "do it" or not. In the end she had nothing to lose at all if she refused him, which was actually making it more fun for her to tease poor Robby instead of taking his cock into her. And touching that soft, pliable sac, thinking about how vulnerable just having it left a guy! As Robby enjoyed being brought almost but not quite to the brink of orgasm again and again by the light touchings of Jessica's fingers, he had absolutely no idea in the world that his wife was getting off a lot more from looking at his balls and seeing them as his "nerve center of weakness" than she was by what she was doing. At one point he thought he was going to come when Jessica began to ever so lightly tickle his scrotum with several fingertips. His testicles contracted and his entire sac sort of tightened up in response to this while Robby delighted in all this attention, never knowing, never even dreaming, that his wife was thinking that if she had Trina overnight as they were planning and if the two of them slept together here in her and Robby's bed, that it would be the rough equivalent of using her knee on this sac she was now tickling and teasing. Eventually, Robby was indeed begging Jessica for release. His penis, still as hard as the poor little thing could get, now had little drops of clear thick fluid beginning to ooze from its hole as his overworked testicles produced semen and sent it on its way into his cock. And oh, did Jessica ever want to just stop at this point and leave Robby in that state! But she didn't quite have it in her to do that to him, at least not tonight. For now she was content with having used this time during foreplay to enjoy her lofty position as being the one who had the right to initiate, direct, and limit sexual activity in the marital bedroom as she saw fit. Just knowing that she could go as far as she damn well felt like it and then stop was enough for Jessica right now. Still, she didn't especially feel up to dealing with the mess Robby's cock would make for her if she permitted him to ejaculate into her. Not tonight. All she wanted to do this time was finish with him and get to the bathroom so she could run the water and use the vibrator she had stashed in there underneath some towels in a cabinet. She needed a "decent fuck" by this time and not some wimpy, half-assed, semen-squirting, inadequate penis creating a gooey mess for her to clean up after. So Jessica, finally having mercy on Robby, took his more than ready to ejaculate penis into her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh!" was all he could manage before starting to pant in rhythm as his load shot into her mouth within seconds. Oh well, his wife was thinking as the bitter-tasting fluid filled her mouth. Better this way where I can just swallow it and be done with it. Robby was positively thrilled at the sex he'd gotten tonight, and as he came in Jessica's mouth, the last thing he would have believed was that she merely saw finishing things up this way as the least inconvenient for her, or that Jessica considered the vibrator that she had hidden in the bathroom to have more sexual ability than the thing that was spitting semen into her mouth at that moment. Now and then,less communication between a couple can be a good thing all the way around. Leaving a very contented and happy Robby in their bed, Jessica politely excused herself to the bathroom. In there, she turned the water on in the sink, pulled the vibrator out from its hiding place, switched it on and let it do the job on her that her own husband had flunked out of a long time ago. It may have been a real source of irritation for many married women to be required to hide in the bathroom to masturbate with a sex toy in order to enjoy a decent orgasm, but not Jessica. She was starting to get a terrific charge out of the fact that her little wimp couldn't even measure up to a vibrator. Part of her mind told her that this wasn't a nice thing at all, nor was it in any way proper of her, as a guy's wife, to see it this way, but the "new Jessica", who had found that she had an unbelievable case of the hots for another woman, was getting to where the lack of sexual fulfillment with Robby seemed like a perfectly understandable reason for her to seek it elsewhere. "A vibrator is nice because a woman can just turn it off when she's done with it" Trina had said. "That's the problem with a penis - it has a man attached." So went Jessica's own thoughts as she let her little pink toy buzz merrily as it helped bring her off but good there in the bathroom. That is a real nice thing about you, she told it in her mind while pleasuring herself as she perched on the counter-top. You don't have a guy attached to you. Even Trina admitted that she might still tolerate "the occasional penis" if it didn't mean tolerating a man at the same time. Woman Power Ch. 03 "But it's no biggie, really" she told Jessica during their last visit. "It's like we talked about before - unless a woman needs a sperm injection, she really doesn't have all that much use for a penis - if indeed any!" No use at all, thought Jessica now as she reached a real nice climax with her vibrator in the bathroom across the hall from her and Robby's bedroom. Woman-power! What finer way of demonstrating that could there possibly be than not needing the penis? Penisless sex. Penisless marriage. Penisless, penisless, penisless! There were times when this single term was enough to push Jessica right over the edge, and tonight was definitely one of those. As the new week began, Jessica was becoming even bigger on this idea than she had been. The entire concept of things "penisless". She even caught herself at her desk at work with this going through her mind. Thinking of Trina and making love with her, and how the very basis of a lesbian relationship was penisless. "Don't forget, meeting at eleven o'clock" said a coworker of hers as she popped her head over the top of Jessica's cubicle. "Oh, that's right" Jessica replied. "Thanks." She had forgotten all about the departmental meeting scheduled for that morning, although it would be hard to miss when everyone around her got up to go downstairs to the conference room. Still, certain things like meetings could slip a woman's mind when she was busily going over paperwork and daydreaming about women pairing off into penisless relationships. Completely stripping all hold on them that men either had or thought they had. Turning their backs on the cock entirely. Rejecting it. Realizing that so much more was made of men and their dicks than they were usually worth in the first place. Most people seemed to view a thing like lesbianism as queer or unnatural, at least most of them claimed to see it that way. But Jessica didn't. Not anymore. She had found out that it could mean so much more than simply women liking women, which was all she'd ever heard about when it came to that stuff. Nobody ever seemed to want to talk about how women turning to women totally reduced men to insignificant players at best. No one ever pointed out how any time two women became sexually intimate, it was very much like a figurative castration of the male. It showed men to be unnecessary for the sexual satisfaction of women. It proved that the penis could quite easily be done without. And what could one call that, other than a figurative castration? To deny this was either being polite or not seeing the big picture, thought Jessica as she got ready to go downstairs for that meeting. Lesbianism equaled penisless. Even if women enjoyed some penis-like toys with one another, there still wasn't a real cock involved. It was still penisless! Jessica just loved this expression now. Penisless. She'd heard about certain things being needed psychologically rather than physically, and now seriously wondered if this was true of a woman's supposed "need" for a penis penetrating her. Was that so-called need merely some psycho-babble that women could be "cured" of? But she was at work right now and had to get her mind off of all this other junk. Not only was it too distracting, but she was getting herself too hot by thinking about it all. Before leaving her cubicle, however, Jessica took out a sheet of paper, glanced around quiickly, and then printed "penisless" in block letters across the top of it. That really looked nice to see written down. Jessica then tore the inch-wide strip with the word on it off, folded it a few times and made a quick visit to the ladies' room. In there she slipped the little folded strip of paper with "penisless" printed on it down the front of her panties, into the strip of cotton liner at the crotch. Where a word like that would be right at home. Then she headed downstairs to the conference room for the eleven o'clock meeting. Needless to say, the "new" Jessica was doing a good deal of thinking, even while at work. And at home she felt more and more determined to "wear the pants" now that she had all these ideas running through her mind about how much better everything was with Trina than with Robby. This was still a thing which could, at times, make Jessica feel guilty or as if something was wrong with her, but whenever she tried to "cool it" and go back to acting like a more proper wife it just didn't last very long. She might go for a day or two, making an honest effort to just be the woman Robby had thought he'd married a year and a half earlier, but then something always set her off and got her right back to thinking in terms of weak males, strong women - and how much she looked forward to seeing Trina again. And that would be it. Robby got some more chores to do and Jessica secretly enjoyed watching him jump at her command. She couldn't even do this without picturing that sac between his legs and thinking about what a laugh it was that anyone considered it a sign of manhood, especially when she tried to apply the term to this guy she was married to. The more she "pussywhipped" Robby the more he seemed made to order for it. Do this. Do that. I want this done today. I expect that finished by the time I get home. Yes, dear! Right away, honey. I'm sorry sweetheart, I forgot. I'll take care of it right now. No balls at all. Except for the physical ones. That could be kicked. The more Jessica treated Robby like a little boy and ordered him around, the harder he worked at trying to do as he was told. And the more he did this the greater the contempt he earned from his wife as she waited in vain for the slightest little sign from her husband that he just might have a bit of manhood in him. One could even say that Jessica was giving him every chance she could to keep her from totally dominating him, but Robby just didn't seem to have the least capability of saying so much as a word to her about anything. Being bossed around all day and then having sex withheld at night brought not the slightest protest from the guy. Nothing. He merely took it. But Jessica really began to like this, for in her mind it sort of justified the way she was starting to become as time went by. Pretty soon Robby was spending all his time doing what his wife told him and then not getting any sex because he was such a little pussy about letting a woman push him around. The guy just couldn't win. But Jessica was getting to where she didn't think a guy should ever win, so it was working out. Besides, she really did try letting up once in a while, the only problem with that being how it only made the urge in her to pussywhip Robby grow even stronger. So when Jessica would occasionally ease back on him, it usually ended up making her want to be that much more strict when she went back to it. And for good measure she still had those green stretch chiffon panties of Trina's and made a point of wearing them when she was especially "in the mood" for some nice pussywhipping. Jessica was at her worst with her husband while wearing her girlfriend's underwear - but that seemed quite appropriate to her now. Robby, with no clue that his wife and this long-lost girlfriend with whom she had recently hooked up with again were planning a night of extreme humiliation for him, went about "earning" it that week. He was getting home from work earlier than his wife most days and often used this time to go around the house in a pair of her underwear before Jessica came home. She didn't know he liked doing this and he didn't know what she and Trina were planning, but by putting Jessica's panties and bras on after work and acting like such a la-de-da little fairy-boy, Robby was acting exactly like a guy who would have everything coming to him that he got. For it would be quite difficult for anyone who saw the guy running around his house in lace undies to feel sorry for him over the fact that his wife wasn't all that interested in sleeping with him. When Robby was at home by himself, he was sometimes as much of a woman as Jessica was, or at least he did his best to feel like it. What he did not know was that one particular pair of stretchy undies he liked so much were actually the ones that his wife had been given by Trina. And had the women known that Robby not only wore his wife's underwear, but now had even worn a pair that were once Trina's, they would most likely have called this absolute proof that the guy required some serious putting in his place. To wear his wife's panties was one thing, but when a guy's balls had been wrapped in the clingy, stretchy fabric of underwear that had been worn by her girlfriend and then given to her - well, that was a guy who really had no right to think of himself as even sort of male. The irony of those panties from Trina was the fact that what Robby liked best about them was the way they grabbed and held his balls as if in a halter of sorts. Even he could have appreciated the significance of this after what was to come. Friday night, which had been planned as "Trina" night for the past two weeks now, was going to be the night when Jessica had her over to the house for the first time. She could meet Robby - the guy whose place she was going to take in bed - and she would finally see for herself what a no-balls little jellyfish he was. As the week progressed toward Friday and Jessica saw one example after another of her husband's complete lack of manhood in almost everything he did and said, she got to the point where she couldn't wait to inform him that Trina would be sharing her bed. She had tried very hard - and failed - to make herself stop thinking of the guy she married in such derogatory terms. It simply wasn't working and Jessica now could only think about how much she wanted to humiliate him with her new relationship with Trina. Just months ago she would never have believed a thing like this possible in any married woman, but now she herself had become this bitch that her family and friends would not have recognized had they seen her personality described in words. Not one person she knew would have been able to point to it and say "That sounds just like Jessica!" Because it did not "sound like her". But it was her carefully kept secret and no one else had to know. So it kind of didn't matter. This may have been the reason Jessica was able to move ahead with it all. Because other than herself, Robby, and Trina, nobody would even need to know about it. She was risking nothing that way, unlike some chick who openly turns into a total cunt that everyone can bear witness to and start gossiping about. All of it, including Jessica's merciless bossing of her husband, was behind closed doors and well hidden from prying eyes and ears. It was amazing how that could make a woman a lot more bold when it came to a complete change in her entire outlook. She could even "take breaks from it", as Jessica often did by going with Robby to have dinner with the families or having a night out on the weekend with other couples. Spend a little time "acting normal" and providing herself with extra cover for the fact that she was this married chick of less than two years who had gone and discovered that she was actually very much a lesbian. This didn't mean that Jessica would never "come out of the closet" at some point down the road, but she did need to take it slow, most particularly where friends and family were concerned. She saw many advantages in being able to "enjoy herself" privately without having to be the primary topic of discussion whenever anyone she or Robby knew got together without her there. So for now, in the early going, Jessica didn't want anybody to even suspect that anything was different. Robby helped a lot with this, for he was the last guy in the world who'd ever want it getting around that his wife was completely taking charge in their house. As for the rest of it, he didn't even know it was coming yet. "What do you think he'll say when you tell him he has to sleep in the guest room?" Trina asked on the phone one night that week. Robby was in the next room watching television, oblivious to what his wife was talking about on the phone with the mysterious Trina. "I'm not sure" Jessica replied. "I guess we won't know until the time comes." "Maybe he'll cry like a baby" Trina teased. "Don't give him any ideas" Jessica told her while listening to the laugh track of whatever show Robby was watching. What a dweeb! The immature stuff he watched on tv was almost embarrassing to think about, but it was helping his wife look forward to Friday night. She and Trina would show him what a "situation comedy" was! The "comedy" would be him and his cock. His helpless, powerless cock that couldn't do a thing sexually unless it had the woman's consent! Even as she chatted on the phone with Trina, Jessica was again getting nice and hot over this thought. Friday night, her own husband wouldn't even have her consent to sleep in the master bedroom! But that got Jessica seriously horny and she cut the conversation with Trina short so she could run upstairs to take care of that. She couldn't recall ever having gone through such a period of almost constant sexual arousal in her entire life. And of course, after a good session in the shower with one of her toys, Jessica again passed on having sex with Robby later that night. But that was no great loss. A bit of guilt came over her but was gone just as fast. All she was doing was asserting her rights as a woman to grant or refuse sex. That she still wanted it but not necessarily with Robby was becoming nothing but a mere detail. And he was a lousy lay, so that helped make his wife feel more okay about passing on it. If a guy couldn't do a halfways decent job with sex after close to two years of marriage, didn't he sort of "deserve" to have the privilege curtailed? If a woman wanted to, Jessica now realized, she could justify nearly anything. It just took a little thought and a little convincing of herself. It was a lot easier said than done, but with time, a lot of determination, and the right type of female, anything at all could be the "right" thing for her. "You're gonna get to meet Trina on Friday night" Jessica informed Robby sometime during that week. "I'm having her over here for a change since I'm always going by her place." "Well that sounds nice" said Robby. "I'd like to meet this old friend of yours anyway." Oh, that's what you think! his wife thought to herself with a grin that he didn't notice. You don't really want to meet the woman who does your wife better than you ever could, do you? What guy would actually want to meet a woman who's becoming a better mate for his wife than he is? But naturally Jessica couldn't say any of this, although it felt wildly exciting to know that this girlfriend of hers whom Robby thought he wanted to meet might well be his permanent replacement someday. This made her smile. How many married men ever think of a thing like that? Some ladyfriend of their wife's being the biggest competition they ever had for her! What made it so exciting to think about this was how clueless most guys would be to the very possibility of a thing like that. You're going out with a girlfriend? Oh, okay. A girlfriend of yours is coming over? Great! Are you two sleeping together? Yeah, right! That question just didn't enter into it, which gave new meaning to the expression "right under their noses". A guy wouldn't even consider a thing like that! Of course he wouldn't! Girlfriends didn't have cocks, and men were so obsessed with the cock being at the center of sex that something like lesbianism just didn't have any realism for them. They knew of such a thing, of course, but it wasn't something that could have anything to do with them or their situation! A married guy simply couldn't comprehend something like his wife truly becoming interested in another woman. His thoughts just didn't run in that direction. Men thought in such penis-oriented terms that it prevented them from seeing anything that didn't include the cock, and all Jessica could do was shake her head at this blatant egotistical ignorance! The good part, of course, was how unbelievably easy it made things for women when they wanted to pair off. Male ignorance. Even that had its place in things! "This is Trina" Jessica told Robby as she introduced them, the full impact of what it meant to have Trina in their house hitting her at that moment. In a very real way it was bad news for her husband to be meeting her girlfriend, not that he had any awareness of this. "Hi Trina" said Robby. "I'm very pleased to meet you." That's what you think, thought a smiling Trina just as Jessica had when Robby said he'd like to meet her. But she politely told Jessica's wimp how nice it was to meet him too. He was a wimp. Trina could spot a thing like that from a long way off, and she could see from the way this Robby character talked and acted that he wasn't any woman's idea of a real man. But this made her very interested in getting into conversations with the guy, for her approach could be nice and condescending like she wanted it to be. "Oh, is this your computer?" Trina asked Robby as she spotted a new Dell laptop on a desk in the living room and acted like nothing could interest her more than some geeky guy's new toy. Robby, of course, flattered by the attention he was getting from this gorgeous little babe in the tight-fitting black slacks and pink top, immediately began talking as geeky as Trina took him to be as he described all the cool features of the latest and greatest in notebook computer technology. Trina oohed and ahhed while Jessica went and got a bottle of wine and some glasses from the kitchen, which gave her the chance to openly grin at what she and Trina were planning. And she liked the way her friend was playing up to Robby, too. As he so eagerly engaged Trina in conversation, Jessica wanted to laugh out loud. Trina was talking to him as if he was a ten year old and she was some aunt of his or something. He couldn't even see it! Robby had taken a seat at the desk to show off his computer while Trina, not missing this terrific opportunity, stood next to his chair and did a good amount of leaning down toward the desk and letting this overgrown adolescent, as his wife referred to him, help himself to a generous view down the front of her low-cut top. Trina wasn't wearing a bra and poor Robby's penis was already acknowledging this fact. He could almost see her nipples and it was driving him to distraction. Plus he could smell her lovely soap scent as Trina stood right next to him while bending over to watch what he was doing on his computer. She had the smaller-sized boobs of a fourteen year old, but as any guy would know, this really doesn't matter in the end. Boobs of any size will reduce him to silly-putty. She just oozes sex, thought Robby as his fingers fumbled their way over the keyboard. With more than a little guilt he realized that this Trina chick was many times sexier than his own wife was, or at least this was how she struck him. Of course Trina hadn't been in the house five minutes before she had what little cleavage she possessed practically in his face. From Robby's eyes the distance to Trina's boobs was roughly sixteen inches while she stood by his chair. "You've just got everything on there, haven't you?" she gushed, as Robby blushed with pride and nodded. He was a bit too stupid to pick up on what should have been an obviously patronizing attitude as Trina went on addressing him as if talking to a child. Woman Power Ch. 03 "We keep all our pictures on here, too" he pointed out as he stole another peek down that lovely top at those two little mounds of female hands-off territory. "My goodness!" said Trina. "I didn't know you could keep your pictures on a computer! What'll they think of next!" It was all she could do to keep from patting the guy on the head. She was totally getting off on knowing that this little jellyfish was going to spend the night in the guest room because of her, and she was looking forward to it much more now that she was seeing firsthand that Robby indeed was nothing but this little geek. For a woman who once had a husband many times the man Robby was and still kneed him in the groin, what she and Jessica were going to do to this guy wouldn't even be a challenge and Trina knew it. Jessica had returned to the living room with the wine and a pair of glasses and was listening to her girlfriend, who herself had just as fancy of a computer at home, play up to Robby's nerdy male ego. Robby was the only one in the room who didn't know that he was being made fun of as he eagerly showed one thing after another on his computer while trying not to stare down the front of Trina's top at her bralessness. Putting her hand on Robby's shoulder and turning to Jessica, Trina asked her if she realized how fancy Robby's computer was. He blushed even more. And peeked again. "Oh sure, he knows a lot about that stuff all right" said Jessica. He has to know a lot about it to make up for not knowing a thing about satisfying his wife sexually, she felt like adding. What a kick in the nuts it would have been if she'd said a thing like that! It had been so tempting to just say something about Robby's knowledge of computers being directly in proportion to his lack of it in the bedroom. After ten or fifteen minutes of computer demonstration and peeking down Trina's top while she fawned over him, Robby was immensely pleased and quite horny as well. It was practically unheard of in his experience to have some lovely female giving him so much attention plus a view that even he didn't feel worthy of. Trina's boobs were small but one thing Robby did know was that size didn't matter when it came to that. This was one male shortcoming that he did not have, and he fully appreciated the beauty of the female breast without regard to size. The three of them ended up sitting around in the living room as the women let Robby talk his nerdy schoolboy talk, both of them noticing the way his eyes kept flicking across Trina's tits from time to time. The poor baby! How could he know that his wife was going to be sucking on those beautiful things later that same night, and right up in his and Jesscia's bed, too. "Why Robby, aren't you drinking with us?" Trina finally asked him with wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, I don't much care for alcohol" he told her as primly as a spinster. "I see" Trina replied. "You don't care much for alcohol." Well ex-cuse me! She couldn't believe this pipsqueak. Visiting with him was just like a babysitting job or something. Trina wondered what Robby would say if she asked him how often Jessica allowed him to have sex with her. How big is your cock, Robby? Can I see it? Come on, show it to me! Mental questions that crossed Trina's mind but weren't asked. But as she chatted with Jessica's husband she was all too aware of how small his dick was. Small and useless, as Jessica had said time and again. Little dick, little balls, and totally inadequate to meet the needs of a woman. Trina enjoyed thinking these things as she played up to this wimp of Jessica's. It grew later. The women weren't sure as to how the evening itself was going to be handled, but as it turned out they ended up hanging around with Robby quite a bit and including him in the conversation. "This'll make it easier" Trina whispered to Jessica once while Robby was in the bathroom. "He's liking this attention from us a lot, and by the time he finds out where he's going to sleep I doubt that the dope will even care! He'll like me too much to say anything about it!" It was with this thought in mind that Trina went right on stroking Robby's male ego throughout the evening and making him feel as if she'd like nothing better than to talk to a guy like him night after night. And Robby, completely missing the fact that his wife's girlfriend didn't take him seriously at all, was just thrilled at the attention he was getting from the very cute Trina. It wasn't one of those things where the guy tries to make his wife jealous or anything like that. Robby was simply like a little boy who now had two pretty girls talking to him rather than just one. Both women would have found it hysterical had they known that he seriously believed he was the hit of the evening. He couldn't possibly be that! All he had was a penis! The clock crept on toward midnight, but Trina showed no sign of going home. Robby also could see that she and Jessica were both getting more than a little bit drunk. "You know" he suggested after a while, "Since Jessica has stayed over by you a few times, you're more than welcome to spend the night here tonight. I mean, if you don't think you should be driving and all." It was a real job for both Jessica and Trina to keep from bursting out laughing at Robby's dweeby innocence. They hadn't gotten around to bringing that up yet and here was Robby himself, now thinking that it would be his own idea to have Trina stay the night. When he found out what the sleeping arrangements were going to be he might regret having opened his big mouth. The time for informing him was drawing near and Jessica knew she'd better say something before her silly wimp did something foolish like excuse himself to go up to bed. That would never do at all! "I'm just like that" Robby was telling Trina, still helplessly glancing at her chest and going on some more about his computer stuff. "I always have to have the newest technology. But I figure if it's there, one should take advantage of it, you know?" Jessica had slipped out of the living room while Robby talked to Trina and now she came back, all smiles as she looked at her husband. "Since Trina's gonna stay over, honey, you wouldn't mind taking the guest room tonight, would you? That way me and Trina can talk after we go to bed." She had decided to just approach it head-on and without preamble. Robby could only stare at his wife for a few seconds. He seemed unsure of having heard Jessica correctly. Trina was watching and enjoying this moment of truth a whole lot. "You mean..." At first he was too surprised to even say it. "I mean, she'll sleep with me in our room and you can sleep in the extra room" Jessica said casually, as if married women did this sort of thing all the time. "You don't mind, do you?" "He doesn't mind" Trina said real sweetly as she smiled at him. "He's too nice of a guy for that." Obviously Robby was helpless after hearing Trina say that. His wife wanted this friend of hers to sleep with her while he slept in their guest room! He could hardly believe it, and yet, after spending this rather cordial evening getting to know Trina and having such a nice time, any protest of a little thing like the women taking the master bedroom would have sounded totally out of place. Trina had paid so much attention to him all evening that it now sounded like a very reasonable request on his wife's part to ask him to vacate their bed for the night. So, determined to act as if he found nothing unusual about it, Robby accepted being assigned to the guest room - even if he really didn't feel as if Jessica should expect this of him. It was just that something about it seemed kind of, well, indecent! That big bed upstairs was his and Jessica's, and married couples just didn't split up for the night so a visitor could share their bed. Did they? Robby had certainly never heard of such a thing. But while his mind raced over these issues, his penis appeared to signal its approval of the idea by trying to stand up and salute the easy intimacy of women. Jealousy ran through Robby, warming his face and making him turn crimson. But he also had that hard-on because something about Jessica and Trina taking their bed was downright sexy. It wasn't exactly proper, but maybe this was why it seemed so titillating. Within mere seconds his surprise and hesitation over it had turned into sexual arousal. And Robby liked Trina too, which was a thing he didn't want to jeopardize if he could help it. She'd been so nice to him all evening, which wasn't a thing he could say about many of his wife's friends. "Ah, no - I don't mind" he said finally, trying to sound as if this sort of thing happened all the time and he didn't find it the least bit shocking. He actually was quite shocked but didn't want to act like it, and he was also rapidly becoming more than a little turned on by it. Jealous, but turned on. In fact, Robby's jealousy itself was turning him on. He was jealous of his wife and another woman, a fact which really was rather exciting when he thought about it. "You're so nice!" Trina told him as Jessica went upstairs to prepare the extra bedroom. Not for her guest but for her husband. So that the guest could sleep with her. "I'm real impressed with a guy who understands women friends the way you do." And on and on she went, building Robby up until it almost sounded as if there would have been something wrong with any married man who had a problem with his wife asking him to sleep elsewhere to make way for her visiting girlfriend. That Trina was laughing at him inside for being such a doormat and lacking the nerve to object to what really wasn't at all proper was a thing she kept well hidden as Robby beamed at her compliments about what an understanding and "with it" guy he was. In the end, however, what a married couple agrees upon is their own business and nobody else's. If Robby didn't have any objection to his wife and her girlfriend occupying the marital bed while he slept in a separate room, what other people may have felt compelled to say about it was irrelevant. Trina had rather cleverly spent several hours during that evening "priming Jessica's husband" for the big moment by getting him to like her so well that he literally couldn't ruin the good rapport by raising a fuss over something the women themselves appeared to see as no big deal. He had to show that he could handle it, and he wasn't about to say anything to change this Trina's apparent high regard for him. No siree! Besides, it was a real turn-on for him to be "put in the spare bedroom" so his wife could sleep with Trina. Robby liked the whole idea. Jessica having Trina in their room, in their bed. He knew that a thing like this simply wasn't considered appropriate, but that seemed to be one of the more arousing parts of it all. He wasn't aware of it but he was choosing the wisest course of action that a guy possibly could when it came to what women wanted - meek acceptance in order to stay on their good side. No one else would ever have to know, so how could it hurt him any if Jessica and Trina slept together in his and Jessica's bed? There was one other thing as well - Robby liked the humiliating implications of it all. Jessica was having a girlfriend over and he was the one who had to "get lost" at bedtime. Only a total wimp could understand how delightful it could feel to receive a symbolic kick in the nuts like that. For he did realize that this was what it amounted to when a guy's wife did what Jessica was doing. It was a figurative kick in the balls. Even if the woman truly didn't mean for it to be, that wasn't enough to erase the fact that it was indeed very much the same thing as a good knee right in the groin. That was one thing nearly all members of the male sex could instinctively recognize. Even a wimp like Robby could pick up on something being a sort of "kick in the balls". It was just part of having balls in the first place. A guy could sense when they were being "given a little kick". When, sometime later that night, Robby heard the sound of his own bedroom door closing - shutting him out as he lay awake in the room across the hallway - he even had this thought cross his mind, much to the obvious joy of his cock. That door closing on those two women was even more like a good swift kick in the rocks than the fact that they were sleeping together. Closing the door. Shutting him out. Robby began to stroke his erect penis as he lay quietly. Hoping - and also dreading - that he'd "hear something" from behind the closed door of the master bedroom. The muffled giggles that drifted from that room drove Robby crazy with horniness. Jessica and Trina were two grown women but they sounded like a pair of little girls after everyone retired for the evening. Giggle, giggle. Silence. Giggle. Silence. Giggle, giggle, giggle.While Robby masturbated in the guest room. The "man of the house" turned out of his own bedroom so his wife could sleep with her girlfriend. It was indecent but so fucking exciting too! And it was all his own fault, that was the thing. He was the one who was putting up with it instead of acting like a real man and telling his wife he wasn't about to sleep somewhere else so that some friend of hers could take his place. Robby knew real well that he had nobody to blame except himself, but being a wimp, all he did was get more turned on by his own lack of manhood around there. I don't even have the balls to put my foot down about this, thought Robby as he played with his hard cock while still hearing that giggling from behind the closed door of his and Jessica's bedroom. He didn't know which was more arousing - the giggling or the occasional silences. What was going on during those? What were Jessica and Trina up to when he couldn't hear anything? And that was what drove Robby the most crazy. Those silent periods. When he couldn't hear anything. Because then that giggling would resume, so when the women were being quiet he knew they weren't falling asleep. What were they doing? Robby's mind bounced between trying to talk himself into believeing that his wife couldn't possibly be fooling around with Trina and something else. Something he couldn't even admit to at first, but eventually had to face. He was hoping that Jessica and Trina were doing something together. But why he should want a thing like this was a complete mystery to the guy. It didn't make any sense for a married man to be wanting his wife and her visiting girlfriend to be engaging in sex together! Not to Robby anyway, but even while he was thinking about it, he also knew that the mere thought of it turned him on like nothing else had ever done. His penis remained erect and pulsing, even after an ejaculation into a wad of toilet paper not long after the door of the master bedroom had closed. That release hadn't done a thing to make his hard-on subside. It stayed with him. Stiff and at attention as if showing its respect for those two pussies across the hall who weren't interested in it tonight. In the other bedroom Jessica and Trina made love, but kept it as subdued as possible. Jessica was doing a whole lot more than she would have thought herself capable of just by taking this incredible step of putting her husband in the guest bedroom to make way for her overnight visitor. A woman just doesn't do a thing like this when she's married! That was the thought which kept running through Jessica's mind. Like Robby, she felt it kind of indecent in many ways. Indecent, but oh so very erotic! But as she and Trina whispered hotly in one another's ears as they humped passionately and had penisless sex, Jessica couldn't help worrying about things like her mom stopping over in the morning after church like she did some Sundays and catching her daughter and her daughter's girlfriend coming out of the master bedroom after oversleeping. Scenarios like this one wouldn't stop coming to her mind, which wasn't surprising, since in the whole time she and Robby had been married, Jessica had "behaved herself" and definitely had never been the sort of woman who would do what she was now doing in her own house. And there was more, too. What did Robby think of all this? How was he really taking it to be put in the other bedroom for the night like she'd done? He seemed to be okay with it after getting over his obvious surprise, but with a wimp like him you never knew. Jessica really didn't want to have her husband crying in his bed across the hall like a baby over this, and she could see a guy like Robby doing a thing like that. It was a sure thing that he would never get angry about it for he simply lacked the balls for that sort of thing, but when Jessica gave it some thought, she wasn't sure that tears on his part wouldn't be just as bad, if not worse. It turned out to be a lot more complicated than she'd first thought it would be to have Trina share her bed like this. Staying by Trina's was one thing but moving one's own husband out of the marital bedroom for the night in order to sleep with a girlfriend - well that was something else entirely and Jessica had it all on her mind the whole night. She was still able to enjoy most of it, but as might be expected, there were misgivings and to spare. Jessica looked forward to the morning so she could find out how Robby was dealing with this. Whatever happened after that would depend heavily upon how he reacted to tonight. Sunday morning began light-hearted enough. Trina got the idea to have Robby bring them coffee and rolls in bed. "You know, kind of like a servant-boy!" she whispered to Jessica, who couldn't keep a grin form her face at the idea of it. So after hearing Robby up and moving around downstairs, the women got up, went potty and brushed their teeth, after which Jessica called down the stairs to him and asked to have coffee and donuts brought up to her and Trina. Hearing Robby's cheerful reply was a great relief to her as she went back into the bedroom. A short while later Robby came up with a tray on which he'd put two cups of coffee, a pitcher of cream, some sugar, and donuts. Smiling at his wife and her pretty friend, with whom he felt as if he had a crush on after the way she'd been so nice to him last night, he kind of nervously set the tray down on the bedside table. The women were mostly covered up but those skimpy nighties they'd worn to bed were still visible enough. But Robby had done a lot of thinking during a mostly sleepless night and a few things had become obvious to him. Trina staying the night had been made to look kind of "last minute" but then Robby recalled how she had gone out to her car because she "just happened to have a bag" for the night out there. At the time he'd been too surprised about where Jessica wanted him to sleep to realize that she and Trina had obviously planned on an overnighter of some kind all along. Why else would Trina have brought a bag of clothes with her? And then her nightwear just happened to be an unecessarily skimpy and semi-sheer shortie gown. Was that the sort of thing a woman wore when she shared a bed with her married girlfriend? Robby was finding out that women were more complex than he would probably ever know, but he found a lot of this stuff sexually arousing - especially the way that a female friendship could seem so intimate, and in ways that Robby knew he himself could never experience with one of his friends. Just the thought of staying overnight with some buddy of his and wearing nothing but a very brief pair of bikini underwear to bed sounded totally queer right away, and even if he was sleeping apart from the other guy. Guys simply did not do things like that. But women could do the equivalent and they were just being chicks. Woman Power Ch. 03 As he set the coffee tray down, Robby couldn't help thinking about how totally natural it looked, even in the light of morning, to see his wife and her friend Trina side by side in bed like they were. It didn't look the slightest bit queer - and yet it did. But not like it would with two guys. Somehow, to Robby's wimpy confusion, women could do "queer things" and make it look like the most ordinary thing in the world. It was enough to have his cock growing stiff again. As if it felt the need to "salute" out of respect for Jessica, Trina, and women! "So how did my two lovely ladies sleep last night?" he inquired, knowing how rediculous he sounded but not caring. After everything else that had gone on, it felt kind of right for him to sound like a wimp. "Oh, just wonderfully, thank you!" said Trina as she gave Jessica's husband one of those smiles that turned his knees to rubber. Beaming right back at her and feeling his face becoming warm as he blushed under Trina's smile, Robby found himself speaking before he could stop his mouth from doing so. "Stay over anytime" he told his wife's friend. "I don't even mind sleeping in the guest room!" The words just sort of tumbled out on their own. Sleep with Jessica anytime you want. Make me sleep across the hall whenever you want. I loved it and I was awake almost all night because you two were in this bed together. Robby wished that he could voice these thoughts, but he was too chicken. "Well isn't that nice of you!" Trina exclaimed as she did like she had the night before. She was still addressing Robby as if he were a boy of ten. Turning to Jessica, she added "Your husband is such a polite guy! There sure aren't many of those around anymore!" Jessica could see the mocking twinkle in Trina's eye as she said this. I can't believe he's such a wimp! That was what Trina was saying without words. This, of course, had Robby ready to do or say whatever it took to keep on Trina's good side. He had never been much with the women in the past and now he not only was married to a gorgeous dish but had a friend of hers who was just as pretty fussing all over him. It didn't matter that he'd had to sleep in their guest room while she and Trina slept in his and Jessica's bed. Not if the two of them - and especially Trina - were going to talk so nicely to him. Robby had had so little of this kind of thing from women in his life that Trina practically had him falling in love with her just from her patronizing but sweet enough talk during her visit. But still, the following week was a weird one for him. On his way to work Monday morning, when everything was business as usual again, what happened on Saturday night took on a real strange feel. As Robby made his way through morning traffic he was thinking it all through yet again. Was that whole thing just some girlish fun and nothing more? Jessica was a married woman so she couldn't be gay! Could she? Thousands of commuters out, all with their own concerns, but there was at least one guy among them who was driving while wondering if the woman he was married to "had a gay side" that he didn't know about. Was such a thing possible? Would a woman who liked women marry a guy? Robby's biggest problem was being so naive about the opposite sex. To him, if a guy and girl got married, that by itself was enough to settle any question about the sexual orientation of them both, for why else would they get married? He knew nothing of secret urges. Of subconscious desires that could be "awakened" along the way. And he also knew nothing about how attracted women could feel toward each other, or how much more "acceptable" a thing like this was becoming to women themselves. The line between "gay and straight", as it applied to women, could be a real thin one these days, and for some women, it didn't even seem as if it existed. Unlike men, women didn't feel this big need to "declare themselves straight". They didn't have to spend a good part of their lives making sure that they did nothing that could be considered even remotely queer the way men had to. Ever so slowly over time, the question of gay or straight was becoming a "guy thing" because women simply didn't concern themselves with such an issue. It wasn't a thing that made them feel all defensive the way it did with guys. Quite the opposite was often true. Finding herself attracted to another woman was little more than another step in a good relationship with a girlfriend, and if a line was being crossed, it was too fine to take much notice of. It just wasn't a big deal anymore if women "liked pussy", to put it crudely. At least not to them. How men handled it was, as far as many women were concerned, merely one more cross that men had to bear because they were male. Some women worried about this more than others, but in general the entire issue was turning into one which more and more women saw as a thing that guys just had to accept. What this said about where men stood with women when it came to sexual relationships could be an all-day discussion, but one thing was definite, like it or not. Guys did not have the monopoly on sex with women the way they once had. Women in greater and greater numbers were coming to see men as one of their choices rather than their only choice like it used to be. Woman-power expressed itself in very many ways, and one of these was in their new, casual capability of saying "No, thanks" to the penis. In a way it had nothing to do with being gay or straight, but had a lot to do with the way women saw each other now. As sexually vibrant creatures who were more than able to share some very nice intimacies together that just couldn't often be found with men. Quite often, if a woman felt something lacking in her relationship with a man, she could, if she was able to let herself do so, find this need being fulfilled by another woman. And when this took place, the specific question of sexual orientation was usually lost in the shuffle. It was just a privilege of being female now. It was "okay" for chicks to realize that men were not their only option as sexual partners and it wasn't even a thing women could help. One often overlooked aspect of this was the way men themselves contributed to this new liberal attitude in women by the way they treated women poorly so much of the time. For a couple of women who might be finding one another attractive in a way they hadn't seen before, having a man or two in the picture who didn't seem very appreciative of their wives or girlfriends sure didn't do much to discourage the women from "checking it out" together. There were very few men who could see enough of the big picture to realize that thousands of women ended up having sex with each other after sharing details of the less than terrific experiences they'd been having with guys. To make the statement that men were pushing women into relationships with one another might be leaving out too many other factors, but it still carried a great deal of truth. For a guy like Robby - who in this regard was like a surprisingly lot of other guys - it didn't really make sense that a married woman would have any interest in another woman, mostly because she was married and therefore "not like that". So on his way to work he had pretty well convinced himself that Jessica and Trina had merely been enjoying a little trip back to childhood by sleeping together and giggling in bed like they had. Poor naive Robby just couldn't see a married woman wanting anything like another woman. And yet, as he pulled his car into the lot at work and found a place to park, his cock had become completely hard again. Because he had the strangest feeling that no matter how innocent he wanted to believe that Jessica and Trina sleeping together might have been, there had to be more to it. Being placed in the spare bedroom like he had was not a normal thing, and it did worry him. But his cock wouldn't stop getting hard about it. Robby was both afraid of what was happening with his wife and yet so very turned on by it, which really puzzled him. He loved Jessica and sure wouldn't want her to start cheating on him, or worse yet, find someone else and divorce him. So how come he got an erection by thinking about such things when Trina was the third party? Why would that make any difference? But even a wimp knows the answer to that one. It made all the difference because Trina was a woman. Robby didn't know why this made all the difference in the world - only that it did. For Jessica to be seeing another guy would have been devastating to her little twerp of a husband, but if she was seeing another woman! Walking into work, Robby was still trying to will his erect penis down. "So what do you think he thought about Saturday?" Trina was asking Jessica over lunch during the week. "What did he think? He's a wimp, that's what he thought!" Jessica replied as they ate a salad. She had been real happy to find Robby on Sunday morning with no issues over having had to sleep in the guest room. But that was then. Since that time his wife hadn't been able to prevent this feeling of contempt within her increasing at the way her husband was so lacking in balls that he couldn't even say something about what was certainly an improper sleeping arrangement for a married woman - not to mention the fact that it involved the master bedroom. "I can't believe that he had nothing to say" Jessica told Trina. "Not just about you and me sleeping together, but where we slept! I mean, come on! What kind of guy puts up with a thing like that?" Trina said a wimp put up with it, that's who, and Jessica nodded. Robby had always been a wimp but his wife had never known until now just how far-reaching his wimpiness was. She was still glad that she could get away with what she had done in her own home and all that, but few women in her position could have helped feeling rather disgusted at such a blatant display of no balls. Robby could have at least offered a token argument about his wife sharing their bed with a girlfriend. Even if it wouldn't have done him any good, which it wouldn't have. He still might have at least tried - even if only to preserve some semblance of being a man. As Jessica told all of this to Trina she was shaking her head with amazement. Robby was so much of a fucking pipsqueak that she could kick him out of the bedroom, bring a woman into it, and there he would be, the next morning - serving them coffee. Just like the servant-boy Trina referred to him as at the time. A guy's wife could like it but could also still lose all respect for her husband at the same time. It was a real strange thing all around. The women had their lunch and were even able to get onto other more mainstream topics of conversation now and then, but kept on coming back to the utter wimp that Jessica was married to. They just couldn't keep off of it after what had happened and now that they knew how Robby wasn't even going to offer any protest over his wife sleeping in their bed with her girlfriend, all Jessica could think about was how much more she wanted to rub his face in the fact that she had discovered lesbianism. Now she felt that he deserved it. And no other woman she knew could have been more for a thing like this than Trina. But because Jessica and Robby both had a lot of family in the area, the women had to be careful about how frequently they were spending the night at each other's houses to avoid some nosy relative starting to ask questions. So for a few weeks, Jessica and Trina saw one another in less obvious ways, as Jessica would merely "stop by Trina's" while she was out running errands. Because she and Robby both used cell phones and didn't bother with a phone at the house, Jessica was able to take a lot of phone calls as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. That many of her other friends, as well as her mom and her sister were talking to her on the phone while she was laying beside Trina in Trina's bed was, of course, unknown to all as Jessica always made it sound as if she was just hanging around at home when anyone called her up. When she was at Trina's condo she simply "didn't feel like going out or having company" if that subject came up, but as a rule, by the time she turned her phone on when at Trina's place it was pretty well too late to start making plans for that evening anyhow. Right under the noses of half her family and many of her regular girlfriends, Jessica was answering her phone as if nothing at all was going on while she was actually in bed with a woman. Again, it gave a brand new meaning to the saying "right under their noses". To Jessica, this expression had never had the punch it now did. It was amazing, she thought as time went by, how the technology of the portable cell phone made it so easy to seem like you were home when you could really be literally anywhere at all. "Can you imagine the number of people who lie to spouses about where they really are with these cell phones?" Trina asked one evening after Jessica took a call while in her bed. "I mean, look at you. That friend of yours who just called you would never guess that you were talking to her while naked in another woman's bed. I'll bet there's thousands of people on them things tonight, lying their heads off to husbands or wives while cheating on them." It was true and Jessica knew it, for she herself had now found out how you could fool anyone with a phone that went anyplace you did. The cell phone, whether it was nice or not, was making it easier for spouses to cheat like crazy on each other because it could never be verified that you weren't right where you wanted to claim you were. "I wonder how many women claim to be going shopping with a girlfriend or something like that and then answer their cell phones from the friend's bedroom instead of in the mall or somewhere" said Jessica with a smile. The idea of women taking advantage of technology to make more time for each other pleased her. "You just never know who will end up reaping the most benefits from the latest developments, huh?" Trina replied. "Or what those benefits will be" Jessica said. "I can't help thinking about how much more freedom women must have because of the cell phone" Trina pointed out. "We've always gone off shopping or somewhere like that together, but now, because of these carry-along telephones, we can be in bed with each other when we're supposedly out looking for bargains in the stores. I really like that, and all I can say is that I sure hope a whole lot of women are using that to their own advantage." Both of them suspected that this had to be so. It was too obvious of a thing to miss. Being able to tell "him" you and her were going out on some innocent little shopping excursion - and maybe even really doing it, but for just long enough to come home with a bag from some store - and spending the remainder of the time in bed, making passionate, forbidden love together. One could almost see cell phone technology having an effect on society that no one had even thought of. Jessica and Trina had just finished discussing this when Jessica's phone rang again. It was nine-fifteen on a Wednesday night and it was Jessica's sister Patty calling, just to chat. Jessica had already apologized to Trina for having to stay in contact with people like this but Trina had no problem with it at all. That phone was off when they made love, but at other times Jessica did have to make it look like she was just spending a typical night around home to keep the questions from starting. Things were going so well that Trina wasn't about to make an issue of obvious things such as a married lover needing to maintain a look of everything being normal. And Jessica, although married, was the most enthusiastically lesbian chick Trina had met since her divorce from Brian, even being more "into it" than other divorced or single women she had met along the way, so she wasn't going to object to what she knew had to be done. "I don't know what to get Mom for her birthday" Patty was complaining, as always running to her sister with every issue that came along in her life. "Well it isn't for two weeks yet and we'll think of something" Jessica replied as she rolled her eyes for Trina and did her best to cut the conversation short. "Maybe you and I can go in on a gift together, we'll see. Look kid, I was just about to get ready for bed. I'm really tired tonight, so let me call you tomorrow, okay?" But it was a perfect example of what Jessica and Trina had been talking about, for Jessica's sister, having reached her on the phone like any other time, would never have thought that Jessica was, right at that moment, at the home of her lesbian lover and in bed with her. The cell phone was definitely giving women more opportunity to get away with things "right under everyone's noses". And Robby, while his wife was at Trina's again, was into Jessica's underwear as always. When he was alone he looked exactly like the wimp his wife called him. Dancing about in a pair of her nylon bikini panties. Strapping on one of her bras and stuffing it with balled up underwear so he'd have boobs. An erect penis joyfully pushing against the feminine nylon of pretty "ladies' underwear". The cotton-liner of the panties containing a pair of testicles instead of absorbing vaginal discharge. Robby needed to watch out, however, for if Jessica ever figured out that he was wearing her underwear, she would only be amking the same discovery that countless other married women already had. For as little as he would have believed it, a married man putting on his wife's sexy underwear wasn't at all unusual. But then again, more women were aware of this than most men believed, for if a guy digs through his wife's undies drawer often enough, it's only a matter of time before she begins to notice things having been moved around. In fact, most married guys who did such a thing on a regular basis had wives who knew it. Whether the woman would confront her husband over an unnatural act like this depended on the couple, but for her to know very well that the guy she slept with also wore her panties was much more common than one would think. In the case of Jessica, Trina and Robby, finding out about his liking for her underthings did eventually happen to Jessica, but all it did was convince her that she had never married a real man to begin with. And after that, she no longer had any qualms about what was going on between herself and her friend Trina. Not after realizing that Robby was so far gone as a wimp that he wore Maidenform, Barely There, Warner's and Vanity Fair undies. It ended up being Robby himself who ended any possibilty of Jessica "changing her mind" and backing away from her growing lesbianism, assuming that she could still have done such a thing, which wasn't all that likely anyway. How she made this discovery was by way of a dumb mistake on her husband's part, but when a guy is around, a dumb mistake is never far away. What Robby did - and on the very night when Jessica talked to her sister Patty about their mother's upcoming birthday while in Trina's bed - was to hang one of her work skirts, a little short one, back up in the closet incorrectly after wearing it for an hour or so. The moment Jessica set eyes on that skirt she knew immediately that she couldn't have hung it up like she found it. And the reason she knew this was simple - if a skirt had a zipper she always zipped it up so the skirt would lay on the hanger evenly, which it often would not if the zipper was undone. But there was her blue skirt - on the hanger with its zipper undone and that side of it flapping open and looking anything but neat. Jessica was far too meticulous in the care of her clothing to have done that, and she could even recall zipping it up just the other day when she was placing it into the closet. Woman Power Ch. 03 And she made this discovery right after returning from an evening at Trina's. Right after her husband had been in the house all by himself for around four hours. So it had to be him! Jessica did like many women by saying nothing to Robby about it. She would take the matter up with Trina the next day, but in the meantime, no sex for Robby again. Not after finding out that, along with everything else going against him, he had the nerve to be touching his wife's clothing, and presumably wearing it! This idea revolted Jessica, but it made it so easy to refuse sex that night. All she could think about as she told him "No" was how lucky he was. A guy who puts his wife's clothes on definitely should get a good kick in the balls, but all Robby had to do was go without sex. At least, that was all that would happen for now. "Watch your underwear drawer!" was the first thing Trina told Jessica when they were in Trina's car the following afternoon to do some shopping. Legitimate shopping this time, although there would also be a stop at Trina's. "For all the time I was with Brian I suspected that he wore my underwear from time to time, but if he did it wasn't often enough for me to catch on for sure. But that's what guys do! They wear your underwear, Jess! I've known so many chicks who went through that! I can't even believe we haven't gotten around to discussing this!" Trina had no problem at all with imagining that twerp of Jessica's putting on her panties and skirts. None at all and by the time Jessica got home from shopping and a little post-shopping lovemaking at Trina's, she had every intention of "watching her undies drawer" from that moment on. If her husband so much as touched anything in her dresser or closet from now on, she fully intended to know it right away. If Robby only knew how closely his activities would be monitored from now on, but with his wife giving no sign of having discovered anything, he had no reason to think that his naughty little secret was in any danger. So he went right on with his visits to Jessica's underwear drawer, as well as her closet - and withing less than a week, both Jessica and Trina knew for sure that Robby indeed did wear his wife's clothes. But because of what was happening already, a thing like this did nothing but play right into the women's hands. "I can't even tell you how disgusting that is!" Jessica told Trina after having determined that there could be no doubt about her husband dressing in her stuff when she wasn't home. Robby did what he thought was a good job of being careful to leave bras and panties in the same general position in which he found them, but he had one big thing working against him now. His wife was literally making notes on precisely where certain items were placed in her underwear drawer, which made the slightest change all but obvious. "You can't help wondering how many women would find things out about the guys they married if they took a few notes at their underwear drawer before leaving him home alone" said Trina after hearing about Jessica's discovery. "I don't need any more convincing about that!" Jessica replied, for never having suspected Robby of anything like this, she realized that any guy could just as easily be doing the same thing. Putting on his wife's bras, panties, skirts, nylons. She shook her head. The utter perversion of the male sex was really coming to her now and Jessica found it sickening, and told Trina so. "Everything about men is sickening sooner or later" said Trina, always ready to turn the screws a little tighter. "Personally I think they should all be shipped off someplace where we women didn't have to put up with them at all!" Needless to say the conversation grew very anti-male after that, with Jessica unleashing some incredibly vicious talk about how she felt "kind of raped" after finding out that her own husband not only went through her clothing but also wore it. That skirt was the convincer. If all he was doing was "looking at her things" why would he have needed to unzip her skirt? The answer was plain. He wasn't merely looking. He was wearing, the disgusting little fag! It hadn't been bad enough before. Now Jessica was pissed! Now there was nothing she wouldn't do to Robby to teach him a lesson about how a guy should behave when he was fortunate enough to have a woman permitting him to live with her. He did not respond to a compliment like that by violating the privacy of her dresser drawers and closet and actually putting her clothes on! "Robby has to be punished!" Jessica told Trina, who wouldn't have objected for anything. "Now I'm pissed and he has to be taught a lesson!" Not only was he useless sexually, but now he had gone beyond merely being a wimp. Now he was a wimp who wore panties! What woman in her right mind wanted to be sleeping with someone like that? Not Jessica. "Give me some time to think about this" said Trina. Whatever she came up with, Jessica knew it would be good and she was more than content to wait. But now she wanted her relationship with Trina to serve as a "punishment" for her husband for not being at all close to a real man. Robby was so far from it that Jessica now wanted to show him that "even a woman" could outdo him in her eyes. It was exciting, though. Being this married woman who, together with a girlfriend with whom she was having a girl-girl affair, was plotting the downfall of the husband who had lost all hope of retaining his former position in the house. Two women against one guy. Trina called this "just about even", although she considered any number of women against one guy to be more than fair. But she was more than capable of doing enough to a guy to make him feel as if he'd gone up against half a dozen chicks. Robby was no longer just Jessica's wimp. Now he was Trina's as well - a woman who had been bold enough to kick her own husband in the balls. Here was her first big chance to get right into someone else's marriage and do whatever she wanted to, and for Trina this was so exciting that she began masturbating nightly as she thought ahead to the downfall of Robby. In the end, what Jessica and Trina did was extremely shocking but they were able to work it in a way in which nobody suspected a thing. Right under everyone's noses. Robby, of course, would know everything but he was nothing but a little penis with a pretend-man attached and was unable to dare make any objection - this assuming that he wanted to, which he did not. But before the big thing was set in motion, Jessica began having Trina overnight almost every weekend, only now nothing was kept subdued like it had been the first time. Now Robby lay in his bed across the hall from the closed door of the master bedroom and listened while masturbating as his wife and her girlfriend had very noisy and passionate sounding sex together. But he did this with no surprise, for as often as his wife had been going over by Trina's in the past weeks, even a dope like Robby could figure out that they were much more than just friends. Just friends didn't require weeknight visits that lasted until eleven or twelve o'clock, and just friends didn't make it necessary for a married woman to take some of her clothes for work over to a girlfriend's place so she could stay the night and then go to work in the morning from there. And just friends didn't mean keeping half of your clothing at a friend's house - not when you had a husband at home. So Robby, dumb as he was, gradually realized that Jessica and Trina "had a thing going" and he reacted to it as might be expected - by jerking off like crazy over the sheer helpless feeling it gave him to know that his wife "liked women". Helpless because, as a guy, how was he supposed to compare with that? Someone had to be totally stupid not to see that one thing men would never be able to compete with when it came to women were other women. And Robby was far from overjoyed at finding out that Jessica - his sweet and lovely bride - had it in her not only to fool around sexually with a woman, but to do it in their house. In their bed. This was something which no married man would be able to just shrug off and accept, and Robby couldn't do so either. He was, however, finding it a great deal easier to deal with the entire thing by the very fact that he was every bit the wimp his wife and her girlfriend knew him to be. And no sooner would he get to thinking about it when he'd become hoplessly horny and need to masturbate over what a turn-on it was about Jessica and Trina. There were no heated "confrontations" over it, and no bruised male ego making a big thing about what wasn't going to stop anyhow. Quiet, docile masturbation was how Robby handled his wife having an affair with a girlfriend and he could have told other guys how much more simple this made something that they probably would have wasted untold energy and effort fighting against. Wimpy little Robby was at least wise enough to sense that no mere male could ever prevail if he went up against two women in love with one another; not even if one of them was his own wife. Perhaps especially when one was his wife. Sure, it made your balls contract and tighten up to think about the woman you married rejecting what you had between your legs for what a fellow female had. And of course you felt a whole ton of jealousy, but with it came that lovely erect penis that almost forced you to "stand up" like it was doing and pay your respects to the unspeakable and untouchable beauty that was an all-female couple. You didn't get angry! You behaved yourself and found a suitable time to take your cock out and play with it while thinking about how sexy it actually was to see your own wife going after pussy. And you masturbated right to an orgasm over how exciting it felt to know that you, as a guy, were losing the woman you married to, of all things, another woman. Getting mad about it would have been wrong! The correct thing for a guy in Robby's place to do was to ejaculate about the whole thing. To show how you felt about two women together by squirting semen the same way an excited dog squirts pee. You did not raise your voice and you did not fight the inevitable. You did like Robby. And if you did, you would find yourself appreciating the sexuality of the female in a way that you never had before and in a way that very few men ever really could. It truly was better and smarter to be a wimp at certain times - which all too many men either didn't know or could not accept. And Trina's visits to the house and that obvious lovemaking by her and Jessica created no tension or discomfort around there, either. Robby, although embarrassed a bit by the way his wife and her friend were shoving what they were doing right in his face, nonetheless was all smiles when the women weren't shut up in the bedroom and all was well with the three of them. His "punishment" was still coming but Jessica and Trina remained perfectly content to allow "their little boy" to hang around with them when Trina was over. After a while Robby picked up on that as well and realized that Trina was talking down to him a lot. Oh, but she was so pretty and so nice about it and he just couldn't be upset with her. Not even if she was literally taking his place upstairs, which he had been jerking off about for so long that he now found it quite beautiful to watch the women "leaving him completely out" as they went upstairs to bed. Both of them, Trina as well as Jessica, were being far too nice to him to leave any room for conflict. "I just love how you don't mind me and Jessica being together!" Trina gushed one evening when she was spending the night again, and Robby just shrugged and turned crimson before that smile of hers. She was the chick his wife had put him out of their bed for, but all he could do was smile at her like the kid he really was in so many ways. He still didn't know that they knew all about him wearing his wife's clothes, but he would soon enough. First the women wanted to "drown him with sweetness" as it were. To render him absolutely incapable of having the least problem with what they were planning for all three of them. No trouble was expected, but the thing was big enough that it made sense to be sure. Considering the fact that Jessica and Robby were supposed to be a married couple, it was a very big thing indeed. But when the time came, Robby really came through for his wife and her girlfriend by being the child he had always been and doing what he was told. Trina sold her condo and bought herself a duplex. Rental property, the most common real estate investment other than a single-family home. Jessica went in on it with her as a "silent partner", enabling them to buy a very nice place on a great piece of wooded land. Robby was instructed to say nothing about the real facts to anyone, but Trina's sweet-as-syrup way with him sealed his lips very effectively. Jessica and Robby would sell their house and become the renters of the upper half of the duplex that Trina and Jessica were secretly buying together. The families and their friends would merely be told that Jessica's friend Trina was offering them too good of a deal to pass up and that she also wanted tenants that she knew if she could get them. A nice and neat, innocent package. What no one could know about, as the women told Robby in very definite terms, was that he would be their tenant and that they were "doing him a favor" by "letting" him live there. As long as he cooperated fully, nobody else would ever need to know that he had become nothing but a boarder in the home of his wife and her lesbian lover. He wouldn't need to suffer the embarrassment of being a guy who had lost his wife to another woman. "Jessica and I would just rather keep this between us" Trina told Robby with a big smile as she leaned toward him on the couch and saw him gaze helplessly down the front of her dress. The smile on her face hid the fact that Trina wouldn't have minded kicking the guy in the nuts for looking at her tits that way. But that was coming too. "And we've decided to trust you with our little arrangement because you've been such a good boy! Isn't that nice?" Robby just melted before the sugary manner of Trina as she made the whole thing sund like the greatest privilege in the world for a guy. But with Robby, she was right, for that was exactly how he saw it. As him being the luckiest guy in town that his wife wasn't going to dump him but was instead willing to "keep him around". It even gave him a hard-on just to think about it all. Jessica brought a sheet of paper to her husband one evening while the three of them were hanging out at Trina's. Trina had suggested that Jessica bring Robby over there where none of their family might turn up, for now they were down to the very private business. "While Trina and I are in the bedroom, we need for you to read and sign this for us, okay?" She was beginning to talk to him like Trina did - as if he were ten or so. So Robby nervously took the folded sheet of paper, having no idea in the world of what might be on it - or why he should have to sign it. That he would do so went without saying, but that didn't mean there was nothing to worry about. As it turned out, it was a real appropriate sort of thing for a married man to read and sign while his wife made love with a girlfriend in the next room. I, the undersigned, agree to the following: I will, as the male member of the household, obey both females at all times. All household chores, inside and out, shall be my responsibility and shall also be considered as a condition of my living there. At no time will I have any rights unless the women tell me I have them. I will ask for permission in writing before going anywhere or making plans with anyone I know, and if such permission is refused by either woman, I agree to accept the descision without complaint. All money earned at my job shall be immediately given to the women to spend as they see fit. I will also ask for every dollar I want to spend on myself or on anybody else. I will not be entitled to sexual favors of any sort and freely acknowledge this. Failure to sign this form where indicated shall immediately result in divorce proceedings being started against me in which I will be "taken to the cleaners" as badly as any guy has ever been. Failure to sign this form will also cause my having been wearing my wife's underwear during our marriage to be exposed throughout the family as well as elsewhere. I also agree, by signing on the line below, to receive a much-needed kick in the balls for having worn my wife's underwear and other clothing. It was with a shaking hand - as well as a very erect and throbbing penis - that Robby signed this form that both women worked together on writing up. But he didn't stop at signing his name. Below his signature, he scrawled a few words of his own: "I couldn't have written this any better myself!!!" Robby now was the very definition of the word wimp. He was also thrilled at having a long-running fantasy of his coming true. He was about to become a kept man, completely at the mercy of a pair of women. For a guy like him, there could be no better ending than this. Even the shock of finding out that Jessica - and Trina as well - knew that he'd been putting Jessica's underwear on when she wasn't home was a mere detail after reading his way through a paper that literally threatened him with a nut-cutting divorce and unbelievable humiliation if he didn't agree to everything in it. Setting the signed form on the coffee table in Trina's living room, he pulled his pants down and proceeded to masturbate as he listened to his two keepers humping and crying out in Trina's bedroom. And he smiled as he watched his now totally rejected penis shoot its jets of rejected semen. And half an hour after that, Robby was laying on the floor of Trina's living room. The women had come out of the bedroom in bras and panties, found the form all nicely signed and Robby waiting for his kick in the balls. Jessica had been waiting for this moment a long time as she told her husband to stand up in front of the couch. Then, with a glance at an eagerly watching Trina and calling on all of the frustrations she had suffered by being married to a guy like Robby, Jessica stepped up close to him, called him a "good boy" and cranked her knee right into his waiting scrotum. Just in the past couple of weeks she had gotten more than sufficiently worked up to not just want to do a thing like this, but to need to do it. To kick Robby right in the balls like he deserved! The agony jolted through him like a flash of lightning but Robby had been a wimp for so long that even as he lay on the floor, trying not to make it worse by puking but being unable to prevent himself from doing so, he could only think about how long he himself had probably been wanting this very thing. Trina and Jessica simply took seats on the couch together, poured themselves some wine, and enjoyed the spectacle Robby was making of himself. After a while he was able to utter some low wailing sounds that spoke of pure pain, but through the agony that had spread right up into his belly and settled there, he had enough presence of mind to enjoy having Jessica and Trina witnessing what few guys ever wanted a woman to see. Woman Power "There's always something!" said Trina. "Every man has something wrong with him, and it's usually just a matter of time after marrying one that a woman finds out what it is. So mine was a cheating jerk and yours isn't even all man. Like I said, it's always something." The way Trina so casually insulted Robby, whom she'd never even met, was oddly thrilling for Jessica. Hearing this old friend of hers refer to him as "not all man". Such a personal remark without any hesitation at all on the part of Trina was weirdly sexy! "So tell me what happened" Jessica said. "I mean, how did you, y'know, go about actually kicking your husband in the balls?" "Oh, that part was easy! I was waiting for him to get home from work a day or so after I found out about his latest girlfriend. When he came in, I calmly asked him about it, completely hiding how pissed off I was, which kept him off guard, you know. So when he tried to start handing me some more of his usual bullshit, he had no idea that I had deliberately gotten "into position" so to speak. I was just casually standing there, right in front of him, and the moment he opened his mouth, I saved him the trouble of lying by bringing my knee right up into his groin." Jessica just sat there on Trina's couch, open-mouthed, as she heard about this old girlfriend of hers performing such an utterly taboo kind of act. A planned knee in the balls of one's own husband! This took a few minutes for Jessica to think about, as it wasn't your average story of someone's marriage. "I'll let you in on one other real interesting tidbit" Trina went on as she brought another bottle of wine out and uncorked it, for the two of them were putting the stuff away fairly quickly. "But remember, keep this to yourself, okay? I'm just enjoying the chance to actually tell someone everything for a change, which I've never done in the two years since it all happened." The irony of it struck Jessica, for the details of her own marriage had become automatically private quite some time ago as well, so she knew how it felt to be keeping secrets from friends. She asured Trina once again that none of it was going to leave the room, and Trina could see that Jessica meant it. "Well, what I found out, at least in Brian's case, is that a knee right in the nuts can really change a guy's attitude in a damned hurry." "Oh yeah? Like how?" Jessica inquired, very curious about this. "It took all the will to fight right out of him" Trina answered. "You never saw a man so eager to do exactly as a woman wanted him to than Brian was after I exploited his male weakness like that and made him confront the fact." Trina explained that by kicking a guy in the balls, a woman is not only causing him some real nice, well-deserved agony, but he's also being forced to face the fact that, compared to women, men are unbelievably weak and vulnerable. "Any man of any weight and strength can be put on the ground for some time with one well-aimed knee" said Trina. "And I don't know what could possibly be a bigger sign of weakness than a thing like that. If you think about it, a guy's own balls, which most men seem so proud of for reasons that I'll never understand, are his biggest downfall, and just having them at all quite literally traps men in their own vulnerablility. "Anyhow, I totally used that fact against Brian after his second time cheating, or at least the second time that I knew about! I rammed my knee into his sac, threw his worthless ass out of the house - and then...." Trina paused, an evil looking smile coming to her face. Jessica waited but couldn't do so for long. "And then what?" she begged. "What did you do after that?" "I kicked him in the balls a second time, using the second-best method a woman has in her power. I hired this total cunt of an attorney to handle my divorce, and turned her loose on Brian. And when that bitch was done with him, he was lucky to still have the balls that I'd kicked!" Jessica wasn't sure just what to say to a thing like this. One thing she did know was that trying to deny how it was getting her good and turned on to listen to all this would be useless, so she didn't bother. "So it was bad, huh?" she finally asked, and Trina nodded slowly, that grin still in place. Jessica didn't think she'd ever seen a woman look so pleased with herself, and what this one was pleased about seemed so naughty but also so deliciously hot at the same time. "It was bad all right" Trina replied as she went on to describe the way she had "taken her ex right to the cleaners" in their divorce. "It's another example of how weak men are" she told Jessica. "In a divorce. All a woman needs is to have the right lawyer, and she can totally strip a guy of everything. And I'll be the first to admit that my own divorce was completely unfair and one-sided. But you know what? I like the idea of women being able to have it that way. You can marry a guy, and a long as you do it right, you can ruin him financially when you dump him. I mean, here I was, married all of two years, and when it was all over the first thing I wondered was how I could ever have afforded to stay married to that jerk. Money-wise, I was ten times better off after that attorney bitch practically castrated Brian. Oh Jess, it was sweet! And what I said about a kick in the nuts changing a guys attitude? Well after I'd done that, Brian was almost eager to agree to anything me and my attorney demanded. I mean, the guy just rolled right over and completely "wimped out". I don't think he would have had it in him to put up any fight after what I did to him and his fucking manhood! Because not only was it devastatingly painful for him, but like I said, he had to face the fact that men really are so much weaker than women. And when I saw how easily I was able to take him for everything he was worth, with no protest from his side, I have to figure that by kneeing him in the groin I had more or less "neutered him" psychologically, for lack of a better way of putting it." Jessica thought it was put quite well the way it had been, and all of this was more than enough for her to take in for one evening, but Trina wasn't done yet. In a voice somewhat slurring with the wine she had been drinking, she admitted to Jessica that the first thing she had done on the day when her divorce was finalized and done with was to "go straight home and masturbate like crazy". "I got the house we had bought, all for myself, along with half of all the money he had, plus a real nice monthly support payment. So I sold the house and bought this place and still had money left over. How my lawyer was able to squeeze my ex dry like that I couldn't say because I don't know anything about how attorneys work. But my lawyer told me right out that it's not all that hard to totally screw a man in a divorce if a woman gets a lawyer who knows what she's doing.And I say that because there's no way that any male attorney could ever be as committed to the female side as another woman is. It really requires a woman to want to screw a man as badly as my lawyer wanted to. And she did want to, too. A lot of what I ended up taking my ex for were things that were her idea to begin with!" After all that talk that had been so thoroughly nut-cutting, and with all the wine she had consumed, it almost seemed completely natural when Jessica "got going" on her own marriage. It didn't take long at all for her to be more or less bathing herself in this terrific opportunity to just trash Robby and his total wimpiness, right there in Trina's living room. She ended up mocking everything about him that she could think of, and it didn't even feel strange to be doing this. Not after all that groin-kicking talk from Trina regarding her own marriage and subsequent divorce, and how she had made such a point - and a rather valid-sounding one as far as Jessica could see - of what now seemed to be the obvious weakness of the male sex. This was the big thing with Jessica as she bashed Robby and laughed about his tiny cock, puny balls and childish ways. Trina had made it seem so fucking plain and hard to miss that when it really came to the crucial moment, men were nothing but powerless little twerps compared with women. Twerps with little "targets" between their legs that were just hanging there and waiting for women to score a bullseye on using their knees. When Trina worded it that way, Jessica actually began to wonder how a woman could be expected to resist taking full advantage of those weak little nuts that just seemed at times to beg for a little female discipline. With all of these kinds of ideas in her mind, Jessica not only found it in her to talk about the guy she was married to in the most derogatory and jeering terms, but she really began getting off on the very fact that talking like this was so forbidden! A woman simply did not turn her husband's penis and scrotum into the focal point of her own mockery, but because she "simply didn't do such a thing", it became this absolute thrill for Jessica to be doing just that. And by the time she was through with him, poor Robby had become little more than a pathetic male joke in the mind of his wife.But Jessica simply could not help herself! Talking about him the way she was not only felt like some pressure valve finally being opened, but it got her off to do it! In fact, Jessica was more sexually aroused when she talked to Trina about Robby this way than she ever got by the sight of his less than impressive body. Of course she knew that it wasn't nice at all to say the least, but even when Jessica tried to remind herself of this, it went nowhere. Tonight, here at Trina's, after going on that innocent little trip to the mall a few hours ago, Jessica was facing reality - she was more excited and horny right now than Robby himself had ever been able to get her, and this certainly was a real eye-opener all right, and one that she would need time to deal with. Going home at all was out of the question as it got past eleven o'clock, and so Jessica called her husband up and told him the truth - she was too drunk to drive home. In what felt like a real burst of womanly aggression, she hung up on him the moment he began to whine about her drinking. Jessica wasn't going to allow this exciting evening to be marred by anything male, and particularly Robby's irritating and childish whining. All she could think about was how liberating it felt to have had a few drinks with a girlfriend she felt she could trust and completely unload like she had. And this after that wild talk from Trina about kicking her cheating husband right in the balls. This was one Friday night that had veered off the beaten path in a big way, and as it did so, it had taken on this really neat and refreshing feel of being "completely female". This crossed Jessica's mind while she took a shower with Trina before they went to bed together, which was itself a thing that she would probably never have been able to bring herself to do so readily under any other circumstances. But she had also never before experienced an evening that seemed so utterly female! That was the best word Jessica could use to describe this particular Friday evening. It had turned into something exclusively feminine, and to the point where it almost seemed to demand that two women make love together. Almost as a kind of exclamation point on the entire night. It was Jessica's first real "lesbian" encounter as an adult, her previous experiences with other chicks having been limited to her high school days and the occasional drunken "female fuck" with a college friend after a night of hitting the bars. And to call it exquisite was a bit of an understatement, but it would certainly do. After Jessica got into Trina's huge bed, Trina gently lay on top of her and allowed their breasts to "kiss" as she called it, while the women's mouths seemed to seek and find one another in a way that felt completely natural. Even that she was able to let things go this far, and even with having said all those nasty things about Robby, Jessica still had to wrestle a bit with some guilt as she eagerly responded to Trina's kisses. But it was a guilt that was perhaps every bit as weak as men themselves were, for it lasted a few seconds and then was as gone as the penis was from Trina's bed. "Penisless lovemaking!" whispered Trina when she began to slowly hump Jessica, pubis against pubis. "There's nothing like penisless sex!" That was, in fact, the biggest difference here, thought Jessica, who found herself becoming even more aroused when Trina put it into words like that. The penis wasn't here. But it also wasn't needed! Jessica could tell right away that she didn't even miss that thing probing for entry down there. When she thought about it further, the mere thought of an erect cock trying to work its way into a woman's vagina seemed so much like a violation of a woman than it did anything else. That was yet another brand new concept for Jessica, but the night had been filled with those and one more sure wasn't going to bother her any. In the oddest way, it felt almost therapeutic to look at penetration by the penis in this completely new light, not that most men would have gone along with such an idea. During lovemaking, one doesn't need to stop and think about how rational or otherwise any given thought might be. The passion of the moment is all that matters, and this was why Jessica, who was still every bit as married as she'd been for the past seventeen months, was able to totally get off on the idea of a penis being more of an "intrusion" during sex than anything else. A selfish extension of the selfish male, interested only in shooting its white, gooey load. But that couldn't happen if women eliminated the penis from sex. Left it completely out! Gave it the finger, so to speak, and told it to get lost. That they didn't require it. That they didn't want it. Jessica was in rhythm with Trina as the two of them did what amounted to "fucking" without a cock. But to Jessica's growing delight, she was realizing that a woman didn't have to have a cock in her to really enjoy sex! She couldn't believe that she'd never known this before, as it was always one of those things she had more or less taken for granted. A woman got laid by a man, and it was done by his cock going up her cunt. Beyond these basics, Jessica had never gone any further in thinking about it. The encounters with other females in her past had never included any specific reference to the absence of the penis itself, but once this had been put into her mind, Jessica couldn't stop thinking about how incredibly exciting "penisless sex" was, or how totally erotic the very expression sounded to her! Penisless sex! The words kept right on going through Jessica's mind as she and Trina bumped and ground themselves against each other faster and faster, their female groins not missing the cock for a second. Their pussies shared some very woman-to-woman "kisses" that were by themselves so breathtakingly beautiful and feminine that both Jessica and Trina, at the moment when they sailed over the edge together, literally didn't see any need for men at all when it came to having good sex. For Jessica especially, it was a very special night. She now knew, with a clarity that was so startling that it was almost scary, that except for their sperm when a couple wanted children, there was absolutely no need for men in the bedroom at all. It was, of course, a concept which could take a "typical married woman" like Jessica by storm. Certainly it would require some thought on her part as she tried to adjust to having discovered this incredible fact. At the very least it was true enough for her. This one night with Trina wound up being a hundred times more fulfilling sexually for her than anything with either Robby or any other "mere man" had ever been. And Jessica couldn't even help thinking of guys this was after that - as "mere" men. Her thinking was undergoing a radical change, a fact she was well aware of as she and Trina fell asleep naked a while after making love to one another. Jessica would not be the same woman at all that she'd been when she left for the mall the night before when she got home the next day. That Jessica - the old one - was gone for good and she knew this. But she also knew that it felt like the right thing for her, whatever might happen next. She hadn't known what she was going to do about being married to a guy like Robby. Well now, perhaps a solution was on its way. One which had been started in Trina's living room, moved to her shower, and finally to her bedroom. A solution that Jessica, as she drifted off to sleep next to a woman for the first time since she was going to college, had a funny feeling would end up being every bit as "penisless" as this entire visit with Trina had been. End of Part One