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Pussy Whipped

By: Clausimotto



Springtime was around the corner. After months of being cooped up inside, Susan looked forward to being able to open the windows and smell the clean air. Her daughter Debbie was engaged to be married in April. One night after dinner, Debbie looked at her mom and asked "Mommy. I need to tell you about something very private between me and Billy."

"What is it baby?"

"I love Billy a lot and I know he adores me, but in the sex department, he's not very good."

"I see. Can you explain more about this?"

Debbie looked at her mom and asked her to go out to the living room and sit on the couch with her. Debbie and her mom sat in the corners of the couch looking at each other. Debbie took in a deep breath and said "Billy has a small cock and I can barely feel him when his inside me. To make matters worse, he cums after a few minutes, leaving me all wet and horny."

"I see. That can be a big problem baby. Does he ever go down on you?"

"Sometimes he will, but he never stays there long enough to make me cum."

"I think that maybe we should have Billy and his mom over to discuss this more. Would you be willing do that baby?"

"Oh mommy, that would be wonderful."

"I'll give Pat a call right now and invite them over."

Debbie got up from the couch and picked up the phone. She dialed Pat's number. After a few rings, Pat answered the phone."

"Hello?"

"Pat. It's me Susan."

"Hi Susan, what can I do for you/"

"Pat, I just had a frank talk with my daughter Debbie and there seems to be a problem with her and Billy."

"Oh my, what's the problem?
 "It would be rather awkward to talk about this on the phone. Can you and Billy come over in about 30 minutes to discuss this?

"Yes Susan, we can be there in 30 minutes. See you then."

Susan walked over to Debbie and told her that Billy and his mom will be over in about a half hour. Debbie got off the couch and hugged her mom. "You're the best mommy a girl could ever have!"

Debbie and Susan waited in the living room. Thirty minutes went by quickly. The door bell rang and Susan went the front door and opened it. Pat stood at the door with Billy behind her. 

"Pat, so glad you and Billy could come over on short notice. Please come inside and have a seat."

Pat and Billy sat in chairs near the couch. Susan sat down on the couch and looked at Pat.

"Pat, my daughter told me earlier that there is a problem with her and Billy."

Pat looked at Billy and asked "What's the problem boy?

Billy had a dazed look on his face and said "I dunno."

Susan spoke up. "Pat, Billy can not satisfy his soon to be wife sexually. His cock is too small, he cums too fast and won't go down on Debbie long enough to please her."

Pat looked at Billy. "Look boy. Debbie is a very nice young lady and if you really love her you better be willing to anything for her. Do you understand me?"

Billy looked at his mom. "What does that mean?"

Pat gave Billy a cold stare and said. "Boy. I'm tired of your being a wimp. Stand up and drop those pants and underwear. Show momma your cock, boy."

"No way am I showing my cock to everyone."

Pat got off the chair walked over to Billy and pulled him out of the chair.

"Drop those pants boy, or I get the strap out when we get home. Want momma to whip your sorry ass?"

"No ma'am." He replied and then stood up. He undid his pants and then pulled his underwear down. 

"Take the shirt off Billy." Pat told him.

Billy was now standing in front of the women with his pants at his ankles and his cock showing.

Pat looked at him. "Does it get any bigger?"

Billy held his head down in shame. "Just a little bit." He replied.

Debbie looked at her mom. "See what I mean, Mommy?"

"Yes baby I do. He does have small cock. Looks more like a dick on a little boy than a cock."

All the women started laughing.

Susan looked at Pat and said. "There is one other issue to be resolved too."

"What is it?" Replied Pat.

"Billy needs to be taught to lick pussy like a man. Since he can't fuck my daughter with that dick of his, at least he should be able to eat her out and make her cum."

Pat looked at Billy. "Get those clothes off boy. Time for you to start learning how to eat pussy since you have a useless dick."

Susan suggested they all go to her bedroom. Billy walked naked behind the women. Susan told Debbie to get undressed and lay down on the bed. Debbie took off her pants and then her panties. Her belly hung about 6 inches covering her pussy. She removed her blouse and her large tits oozed from her bra. Once the bra was removed, her large tits hung down to her belly.

"You have a very pretty daughter Susan."

"Thanks Pat. She reminds me of my younger days."

Debbie sat at the foot of the bed. Pat walked over to Billy and pushed him down to his knees.

"Doesn't she have a nice body?

"Yes momma, she does."

"Show him your pussy." Susan said.

Debbie pulled back her tummy and spread her short fat legs. All that could be seen was a dark thick patch of her pubic hair. 

Pat looked at Billy. "Look at that pretty pussy boy. Now get that tongue up there and start licking it. Don't be worried is she gets wet or pees on you. Girls do that from time to time and it means your doing a good job eating pussy."

Billy hesitated for a moment and then Pat grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his face between her legs. "Eat that nice pussy you wimp! Fuck it with your tongue, since you can't do it with that little dick of yours."

Billy started to lick his pussy. Debbie reached down to pull his lips apart. Billy started to nibble on her clit and sticking his tongue inside her. All of this was making Pat hot. She removed her blouse, showing her large tits and then undid her skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Pat was now wearing only her bra and panties. She pulled her panties down and let her big belly drop down. She undid her bra, letting her big fat tits hang down.

Susan looked at her and then undressed. Susan was now naked with her big belly hanging down and her fat tits hanging down and outwards.

Billy continued to eat Susan's pussy. 

Pat sat down in a chair and spread her large legs. Debbie noticed that her cunt was shaved. Susan walked over in front of Pat and opened her legs and then pulled her belly up. Pat saw her large cunt lips hanging down and covered with dark pubic hair.

Pat reached up with her right hand and slid it between Susan's legs. She slowly dragged her fingers over her cunt. With her thumb and forefinger, she tugged down on her cunt lips. Susan closed her eyes as she let this women feel her up like a whore. 

"Debbie, how's my boy doing eating that sweet young pussy?'

"Not very good I'm afraid."

"Maybe his momma should show him how." Added Pat.

"Would you do that for me? That would be so nice of you." Debbie replied with a grin.

Pat stopped fingering Susan and then stood up. She got behind Billy and pulled him up.

"Debbie get in the middle of the bed and spread for me. Time for me to show this wimp how to eat pussy."

Susan scooted back and opened her legs. Pat grabbed Billy by the head and pushed him on the bed. "Now get that face of your between her legs. Momma is going to show you how to suck pussy. If you fail me, I'm going get that strap out and beat your worthless ass. Hell, I might take you to the truck stop and turn you over to some real men. Bet they would love sticking their big fat cocks down your throat and up your ass."

Pat got on the bed and spread Debbie's pussy open. 

"See that fat nob right there?

"Yes momma."

"That's her clit. Now suck and nibble on it like a tit. Don't bite it unless she tells you to."

Billy put his mouth over her clit and began to suck and nibble on it. Debbie's nipples began to harden. Debbie closed her eyes and started to pinch his fat nipples. Pulling and slightly twisting them, making them hard as rocks. Pat moved back a bit from between Debbie's legs and pushed Billy's head down. 

"Eat her pussy boy. Suck her clitty and stick that tongue up her pussy. You better make her cum boy or there will be hell to pay for it." Pay yelled.

After about 10 minutes of Billy eating out Debbie, Debbie opened her eyes and looked at her mom and Pat saying, "I'm barely wet."

Pat grabbed Billy by the head and pulled him from between her legs. "You worthless, small dick boy! You got one last chance to make her cum using that mouth of yours or it's the strap for you boy. What kind of boy can't even do something so simple as to eat a nice young pussy?"

Pat looked at Debbie. "Maybe if you sat on his face, he can do a better job."

Susan replied. "That's a wonderful idea." 

Susan walked over to Pat and whispered in her ear. "I have a nice strap in my closet if you want to show Debbie how to whip this wimp."

Pat gave her a wicked grin and nodded her head. Susan walked over to the closet, opened the door and removed the long wide strap that hung on a hook from the door. Billy saw the strap and started to shake. Susan handed the strap to Pat. Pat asked Debbie to get off the bed and to stand next to her.

Pat looked at Billy. "I think you need some motivation boy. I'm going to show your bride to be how to strap that worthless ass of yours, just like momma does. If you give me any trouble, you'll get it twice as bad and then it's the truck stop for you. Think mama can make some money whoring you out?

Pat grabbed Billy and told him to assume the position. Billy, shaking for what was about to happen, spread his legs and leaned over on the bed. 

"Get that ass up for momma boy!" Pat yelled.

Pat looked at Debbie and showed her how to hold the strap properly. With Debbie standing to the left of Pat, she watched Pat swing and raise the strap before bringing it down on his ass. 

The strap make a loud cracking noise as the leather his soft skin, Billy let out a yelp and a red mark about 2 inches wide appeared. 

Debbie looked at Pat. "Wow that was pretty cool. Can I have a crack at it? No pun intended." 

Pat and Susan giggled as Pat handed the strap to Debbie and stood on the other side of Billy. Before Debbie swung the strap, she looked at mom and asked. "Momma, where did this strap come from?"

Susan told her daughter that she used to use on her father when he did not make her cum. Debbie said. "I guess that explains why daddy left us years ago. Sorry ass wimp could not even keep momma happy or take his punishment like a wimp should."

"That's right baby. Last I heard about your daddy was sometime ago. Heard he got into money trouble with a lady and now she pimps him out to men. She is always present when he's sucking cock or taking it up the ass. I even heard he sucks out her pussy and ass after she's gotten a good fucking."

"See what happens to wimps who can't please their women Billy. You better figure out a way to please me or you just might wind up being my clean up boy and maybe I'll pimp out your ass for some money." Debbie said in a strong tone.

Debbie raised the strap and brought it down on Billy. She stood at little too close and the strap wrapped around his right side and the tip of the strap caught his balls."

"OH FUCK! You hit my balls." Billy yelled.

"Tough shit you wimp. Now shut up or I'll have you held down on your back and I'll strap that little dick of yours. Debbie barked.

Debbie gave Billy another five good solid licks with the strap. His ass was a deep red and each hit left a mark. 

"How did I do Pat?'

"You did wonderful Debbie. After you two get married, I think we should take Billy with us to pick out a new strap you to use on him."

Debbie giggled. "I even got wet beating his ass. Get on the bed boy and put that face up. It's time for you to eat my cunt and make me cum. If you don't, I'll beat that little dick of yours."

Billy hobbled onto the bed and lay down. Debbie got up and sat on his face in one quick move. Starting eating my cunt you wimp. This time, she could feel his tongue better. 

"Momma, I can feel him now. Look, his little dick is hard. I don't think he had permission to get hard momma. What should I do about it?"

"Let momma show you." Susan leaned over the bed and clenched her right hand making a fist. In one swift blow, she popped him right in the nuts.

Billy uttered out in pain, but his face was smothered by her fat pussy, legs and belly. 

Debbie was now getting him to eat and suck her fat cunt the way it should be. She felt her cunt tingle and started to get wetter. She pulled her belly up so her momma and Pat could see well. Pat noticed the wetness of her thighs. "Ii think I'm gunna come momma." She left a bit and soon she squirted a large quantity of her cum all over him. 

"Swallow it boy. Keep licking it up. Oh fuck, bit my fat clitty now. As soon as he did, she unloaded another batch of warm sticky cum. Good boy, I have more for you to suck and swallow."

"Who said you had permission to get a hard on?" Debbie asked and then brought a fist down upon his balls like her momma showed her. She lowered her cunt down to muffle the scream.

Pat looked at Susan and said. "Watching this is making me very wet. How about you? 

Susan replied. "I'm soaked."

Pat sat down in a chair and asked Susan to stand in front of her. 

"Open those legs and show me your nice fat wet cunt. Let me feel you up and make you cum." Pat told her.

"I've never had sex with women before." Susan said as she stood in front of her.

"You're missing a lot. Now spread for me and show my your pretty fat wet cunt."

Susan spread her legs and pulled up her belly.

Pat as she did before handled her cunt in a manly fashion as is being felt up. Pat teased her cunt, tugging on her lips and rubbing her thumb over her clit. Susan closed her eyes and began to take it in. Taking the palm of her hand she rubbed her cunt and slowly increasing the pressure. Susan was getting wetter by the moment. Pat then stuck two fingers deep inside her and felt her wetness. 

"Open you eyes and watch me molest your body. Watch me make you feel dirty. Show me that you're a naughty girl who likes to be felt up by a woman."

Susan opened her eyes and watched Pat molest her cunt. Pat was able to get 4 fingers inside. 

"Spread some more, I'm going fuck that cunt with my fist."

Susan could not resist the feeling of being so horny and dirty. Pat drew her right hand in to a small fist and slowly twisted it inside her cunt. After few moments, her hand was inside Susan's fat cunt. 

"Oh Jesus," Moaned Susan. Debbie looked over. "Hey momma, you look hot. I bet having that fist you're your fat cunt feels good. Maybe after I have a baby, this wimp of mine can fist fuck me since his little dick doesn't do it."

"Oh Baby, this feels wonderful." She let go of her belly and reached down and pulled on Pat's nipples. 

"Pat. Fuck my cunt. Make me feel dirty like a whore."

"Pull hard on my tits, while I give that fat cunt a good fuckin."

Pat started to jam her fist deeper inside and making slight twists as it went it and out. The harder she did it, the more Susan pulled on Pat's nipples. Pat spread her own legs and with her left hand started to finger and started to molest her own cunt.

Susan began to breathe heavier. The inside of her fat legs started to show how wet she was. "Fuck me Pat. Oh god! I'm cumming like never before."

Pat picked up the pace and it did not take long fore Susan to yell. "Oh FUCK! Ram my fat cunt with that fist. "

Susan without warning started to cum hard. Her sweet warm juices started to flow from her cunt. Pat watched it pour and squirt out from the small opening. Cum dripped and squirted everywhere. It did not take long before there was a dark wet spot on the carpet and the room smelled of pussy

"Good girl." Pat told her. 

"Now show your daughter how you like having a women molest your cunt and how it feels."

Susan looked at Debbie. "Look at momma getting molested like a street whore. Your mommy's cunt is spewing her cum. Does my baby like watch him momma getting felt up?

"Fuck yeah momma. Wish I could get that done to me. I'm gunna fucking cum hard momma."

Debbie lifted up a bit and Susan watch her daughter's fat cunt squirt a large load of cum. Billy choked on the large load. 

"Momma, I think I'm gonna piss."

"That's ok baby. Pat said it might happen. Don't worry about the bed." 

Debbie reached down and pulled up her tummy. Pat and Susan watched as a dark yellow stream began to flow into Billy's mouth.

"Drink her piss boy." Yelled Pat.

"The little prick has another hard on mommy. I think he likes being used."

Debbie took her right hard and made another first and punched him in the balls again. Billy yelled at started to choke on his piss. 

"Lick up my pissed soaked cunt wimp. Clean it really good and I might jerk off your little dick and let you cum."

Billy eagerly cleaned up the piss and cum from her thick bush and cunt. Debbie got off his face and then got off the bed. Billy's face was flushed and slimy. 

"Get off the bed wimp. Stand over her and let you momma watch me jerk off your little dick."

Billy cowered off the bed and stood in front of Debbie.

"Pat. Watch how fast this boy spews his load."

Debbie spat in her right hand and grabbed his dick. She started to jerk him off. 

"Look at your momma while I beat you off. Show your momma how you like me beating you off."

She could feel the tension and she took her other hand and opened it up.

Seconds later, Billy squirted his load into her hand. Debbie looked at the small load of cum.

"Pat look at this tiny load. What shall I do.?

"Make the wimp eat it tell and him to be fast about it."

"You heard your momma wimp. Clean that spooge up now or I'll whip your sorry ass again."

Billy cleaned up him cum fearing he would get another beating.

"Good boy. Get use to the taste of it. I'm gonna have to find a real cock to fuck and make babies with and your going to like it." 

Susan looked at her daughter. "Maybe you should have him place an ad in those adult magazines for finding a hung man to fuck my baby and to make babies with?"

Pat added. "That's a wonderful idea. Have him show a picture of his dick and the ad could say. Hung male need to service and knock up wife of wimp husband. Husband will suck cock and take it up the ass when wife is on period."

All the women laughed and thought it was a great idea.

Pussy Whipped



This story is mostly about a relationship between two women, a man, and their kids. If you're looking for lots of BDSM, find another story. 

* * * * *

George lay there on the bed, tugging helplessly against his restraints, looking up at Hypnotic and Summer, wondering how long they would embrace and kiss. Not that he minded watching them, but their cigarettes dangled loosely from their clasped hands above his chest. They hadn't dropped their cigarettes yet, but there was always a first time.

Sometimes Hypnotic and Summer embraced for so long that they let ashes fall. While it wasn't painful, he didn't care for ashes all over his chest and the bed. It was bad enough that they kept the heavy glass ashtray between them on George's stomach. When either of them put a cigarette out he could feel the heat through the glass. It was hot enough to burn him, leaving a little red mark that went away after a few hours.

Hypnotic stole a quick glance at George. She smiled seeing the look of concern on his face. She enjoyed teasing him, and she enjoyed Sunday mornings when Summer could tease him with her. It was more fun to tease him together.

Summer noticed Hypnotic glancing away from her and at George. She enjoyed embracing and kissing Hypnotic. She wished Hypnotic could be more intimate with her, but she accepted that Hypnotic only kissed and fondled her to tease George. She was happy to have these Sunday mornings with Hypnotic.

George breathed a sigh of relief when Hypnotic and Summer broke their embrace and flicked their ashes in the ashtray. He enjoyed watching them sit naked on the bed and smoke. He remembered the last time he fondled their soft perky breasts, months ago. It was the first time he met them.

George and his son, Logan, vacationed in Columbus, Ohio, so that Logan, then sixteen years old, could attend Origins. Origins was a four-day gaming convention the last week in June that included the Pokemon trading card game national championship. Pokemon was and still is Logan's passion. While Logan was in the convention center playing Pokemon, George paid a visit to Dockside Dolls on Friday afternoon to see if he could have some fun. He walked into a mostly empty, nice club. The second dancer he saw came down and sat with him. She was young and tall, with a cute face. She had a couple of drinks with him, and he decided to take her to the Champagne room for an hour. He had a pleasant time talking with her, but afterwards she changed and went home rather than finish her shift.

George was disappointed to see her leave, but about fifteen minutes later, Hypnotic came over to sit with him. She was an older stripper, a little over thirty. She looked like an Italian pixie with her Dorothy Hamilton haircut. After talking over a couple of drinks, George forgot the first stripper. Hypnotic seemed to really enjoy George's erotic stories, and they had a good time in the Champagne room. Before the hour was up, he gave her his card with his email address and phone number. After he returned to his table, she came over and sat with him between dances. He felt very happy he'd met Hypnotic when he left the club.

The next day, Saturday, George decided to return to Dockside Dolls and spend more time with Hypnotic, if she was working. The club was a little busier. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw Hypnotic on stage. He walked over to the stage to tip her, and she gave him a huge hug. As soon as she got off stage, she came over to where George was sitting and sat down with him. Hypnotic asked him if he wanted to go to the Champagne room. George laughed, and said yes, but he couldn't afford it. Hypnotic sighed, but snuggled with George as he bought drinks and told her his stories.

Summer sat down with George and Hypnotic a little while later. She was a tall slender young woman, with shoulder-length blonde hair. George felt great buying both of them drinks and telling them his stories. Hypnotic would excitedly react to the plot twists, while Summer snuggled in his arm. He wondered if she liked his stories. She told him that she hadn't heard stories like his before, and she was interested in hearing them.

Hypnotic came back to George's table after dancing on stage and told him that she'd been talking to the manager, and he agreed that George could take both of them to the Champagne room for the same price as one stripper. George thought about it and decided to spend the $600 for another hour in the Champagne room.

Hypnotic and Summer were happy, even with half the money, because they didn't have to dance while they were in the Champagne room. George sat on the sofa between Hypnotic and Summer, fondling their breasts and playing with their thighs while he told his stories and they smoked. When Hypnotic excused herself to go to the bathroom, George found out that Summer was nineteen and a year into nursing school. George was so happy sitting and talking with Hypnotic and Summer that he paid for two hours with them, which took them to the end of their shift.

George left the club happy and poorer. There's an old saw, "A woman may fake orgasms, but a man can fake a relationship." Well, a stripper that can fake a relationship spends more of her time in the Champagne room, and Hypnotic was one of the best George had met. He'd been disappointed in the past with strippers that insisted they would email and then blew him off. He had a great time with Hypnotic and Summer, but didn't expect that they would contact him, especially since he didn't live in town.

George was pleasantly surprised when both Hypnotic and Summer emailed him separately a couple of weeks after he returned home. He emailed them back with the URL to his stories. Once or twice a month either Hypnotic or Summer would email him, telling him about what they were doing and what was going on in their lives, and he would reply with what was going on in his life. George appreciated the email exchanges, thinking he'd probably never see them again, or possibly seeing them next summer when he returned to Columbus.

George would have thought right, except that six months earlier Columbus passed a law making strip clubs non-smoking. One cold fall day, Hypnotic and Summer were standing outside the back door, smoking.

Summer looked at Hypnotic. "I don't know how long I can put up with this shit."

Hypnotic squeezed her arms together. "I know. It's only October and it's cold as hell out here already. But what can we do?"

Summer rubbed Hypnotic's shoulders. "We could find out if George was serious about us moving in with him."

Hypnotic sighed. "That again. Give it a rest."

Summer put her hands on her hips. "You mention George and his stories once a week at least. You know you like him."

Hypnotic shivered. "But he's so much older than me. I don't know if I could live with him."

Summer put her arms around Hypnotic. "Fuck, he's older than my dad, but cuddling with him beats standing out in the cold."

Hypnotic smiled. "If you like him so much, you ask him to let you move in."

Summer rubbed her hands on Hypnotic's arms. "I'm tempted with this cold weather. I don't think he's all that interested in me. I'm sure he'd prefer the both of us. His kinky stories really turn you on. Me, I just like hearing them."

Hypnotic felt her pussy twitch. "Mmm, you're right. His stories turn me on a lot."

Summer took a puff of her cigarette and smiled. "Exactly. Imagine how much fun it'd be to live with someone with an imagination like that."

Hypnotic put out her cigarette. "You're right. Shit, what have we got to lose?"

Summer shivered. "Standing in the fucking cold, that's what."

Hypnotic and Summer laughed as they went inside to warm up.

George opened his eyes when he felt his cock being stroked. He saw the look of concentration on Summer's face, stroking his cock up and down. He knew that she'd stop before he came, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the sensation. He felt his hips buck as an orgasm approached. He was a few seconds away from coming when she released her grip and stretched her fingers.

Hypnotic laughed. "You're getting better at cock teasing, Summer. He was pretty close."

Summer grinned. "Thanks Hypnotic."

Hypnotic looked at George. "Nice to have you back. What were you daydreaming about?"

"Nothing much, Hypnotic. Just thinking about when I met you and Summer."

Hypnotic smiled. "Tell us one of your stories."

Summer clapped her hands. "Yes, a story."

George cleared his throat as Hypnotic and Summer snuggled on each side of him. He waited until they settled in before starting. "Well, there were these two cruel bitches that loved to tease this older man. They tied him to the bed and teased him by embracing while he watched and by playing with his cock but not letting him..."

Hypnotic sat up and slapped George's cock hard. "Very funny. It's not smart to talk shit about someone when they have him tied up and can do anything to him that they want."

Hypnotic got a cigarette and put the ashtray back on George's stomach. She lit the cigarette, took a puff, and got up. She returned to the bed with a pair of wooden clothespins tied together with an eighteen-inch length of yarn.

"Since you think we're such cruel bitches, I don't want to disappoint you." Hypnotic pinched each of George's nipples and put the clothespins on while Summer cuddled beside him watching, wide-eyed. Summer felt George wince as the clothespins pinched his nipples.

Hypnotic sat up and took a puff of her cigarette. "Now George, tell Summer and I one of your stories. If it's good, I'll take the clothespins off. If not, we'll leave you here with the clothespins on until Logan and Jessie get home from church."

Summer gasped. She would have never dared do anything like this, but she enjoyed watching Hypnotic take control. Her pussy twitched thinking about how bitchy Hypnotic was acting.

Hypnotic looked at Summer. "Wrap your finger around the yarn and pull on it while George tells us a story."

Summer wrapped the yarn around her index finger a couple of times and pulled. Her pussy twitched as she heard George yelp and felt him twitch from the pain. She appreciated the control over him that Hypnotic gave her. It made her pussy wet to act like a bitch.

Hypnotic took a puff of her cigarette. "Well George, we're waiting."

Summer pulled on the yarn and George yelped.

Hypnotic laughed.

After George caught his breath, he started to tell the story, "Just Rewards". It was one of Summer's favorite stories, because she loved to hear how bitchy the wife acted toward her husband after she got a boyfriend. She tugged on the yarn every so often. She felt her pussy twitch when he yelped and she felt his body jerk from the pain. She loved how easy it was to hurt him and how good it felt to be a bitch.

Hypnotic sat on the bed and enjoyed her cigarette. She'd heard this story a few times. She sat and wondered why this was George's favorite story. The wife was such a bitch to her husband after she got a boyfriend. Did he really want them to be so cruel? She was a little miffed at George when she got up to get the clothespins. Did he goad her on purpose? To see what she'd do?

After George finished the story, Hypnotic smiled. "That's better George." She moved the ashtray to the nightstand and looked over at Summer. "Take the clothespins off."

Summer sat up in the bed and squeezed both clothespins to remove them.

George screamed and thrashed as the blood rushed into both his nipples. 

Hypnotic laughed. She thought that Summer might remove both clothespins at the same time. "Next time, one at a time, ok."

Summer looked surprised. "It hurts that much when I take them off?"

"Yes." Hypnotic was still laughing. "The blood rushing back into his nipples is painful." Hypnotic picked up the clothespins and grinned at Summer. "Maybe I should try them on you."

Summer recoiled and put her hands over her breasts. "No way. My nipples are too sensitive for that."

Hypnotic put the clothespins on the nightstand. She turned to Summer. "Now what should we do with George?"

Summer squirmed on the bed. "Um, do you mind if he eats my pussy?"

Hypnotic giggled. "No, I don't mind." She slid back to the foot of the bed and watched Summer climb on George in a sixty-nine position and drop her pussy in his face. She watched Summer lazily tickle his cock and squirm as he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. She decided to have a little fun. She tickled the sole of his foot and giggled as he laughed in Summer's pussy.

Summer looked up at Hypnotic. "Very funny. Would you let me orgasm before you tickle him?"

Hypnotic pulled her hand away, giggling. "Sorry. I thought you might enjoy him laughing in your pussy." She watched quietly as George licked and sucked Summer to a couple of orgasms. Summer slid forward, mewing contently.

Hypnotic smiled thinking about how Summer's pussy scent was teasing poor George. It had been a week since his last orgasm. She waited until Summer slid off his chest and cuddled next to him before she slid forward and grabbed his cock. She was more experienced at cock teasing and brought him to the brink of orgasm several times. She made him complement her and Summer on their grace and beauty several times before she let him ejaculate.

Hypnotic got a towel from the end table drawer and wiped her hands. She cleaned the come from his cock before she and Summer got up and got dressed. After Hypnotic finished dressing, she untied George from the bed. Hypnotic and Summer went downstairs to fix lunch.

George wiggled his arms and legs until he felt the stiffness dissipate. His nipples were sore, and there were several red burns on his stomach. He pulled the sheet up over him and turned on his side. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw he still had a half hour before the kids returned from church.

George closed his eyes and thought about how surprised he was when Hypnotic called him that October evening. After exchanging pleasantries, she asked him if she, Summer, and her seven-year-old daughter, Jessie, could visit for a couple of days. After he picked his mouth off the floor, he said sure. She asked him to send her money for airfare. Suspecting that she might be more interested in the money than the trip, he suggested that they drive to Baltimore instead, and he'd give her the money when they arrived. Surprisingly, she agreed.

Since Summer had the newer car, Hypnotic and Jessie rode with Summer to Baltimore. They stopped in West Virginia to eat lunch and buy cheap cigarettes. They arrived in Baltimore late in the evening. After getting lost a couple of times, and one phone call to George for directions, they found his house.

George gave Hypnotic and Summer a hug, and introduced Jessie to Logan. Logan took Jessie into the basement to show her the computer. Hypnotic, Summer, and George sat down in the living room and talked about the drive and the plans for the next couple of days. It was getting late, so Hypnotic showed Jessie where to take a bath and the bedroom she'd be sleeping in. Summer and George went to the bedroom and cuddled for a while until Hypnotic joined them. The queen-size bed wasn't big enough for the three of them to sleep, so Summer went back downstairs and watched TV until she fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning George and Hypnotic went downstairs and had breakfast together. Hypnotic woke Summer long enough for her to go upstairs and go back to sleep in the bed. Hypnotic woke up her daughter, and George took them to the zoo. It was a bit cool to be outside for long, so they went to the aquarium and had a great time. Jessie really enjoyed the dolphin show.

When they got back home, Logan was playing Zelda on the Gamecube in the living room. Jessie joined him, and he showed her how to play the game. Hypnotic made a nice spaghetti and meat sauce dinner. While dinner was cooking, Summer returned from checking out the local strip clubs. She and Hypnotic talked while Hypnotic finished making the garlic bread.

After dinner, when the kids were playing on the computer in the basement, Hypnotic, Summer, and George sat in the living room discussing the day's events. George was fascinated listening to Summer tell them about the strip clubs she visited. He'd never heard so much "inside" stripper talk before. George suggested a movie, and they watched "National Treasure" before George and Hypnotic went to bed.

Hypnotic cuddled with George for a while before they went to sleep. She smiled at how nice he'd been to Jessie and her all day. He hadn't forced himself on her or Summer. As long as she could control him, she thought she might be happy living with him. After a while they drifted off to sleep.

George took Hypnotic, Jessie, and Summer to Washington DC the next day. Logan wanted to stay home and play video games, so George let him. They spent the day touring the Museum of Natural History, and saw the Hope diamond and the dinosaur exhibit. They saw the Washington Monument, the White House, and the Capitol, but didn't get to go inside. By the time they got back home everyone was tired, so they all just vegged out in the living room watching TV and snacking until bedtime.

The next morning, after a nice breakfast, it was time for Hypnotic, Jessie, and Summer to return to Ohio. After hugs and goodbyes, they got in the car and drove away. George waved bye, and went inside to clean up.

Summer hadn't driven to the interstate yet before she turned to Hypnotic. "So, when do you want to move here?"

Hypnotic hissed at Summer, "Could we discuss this another time?"

Jessie grinned at her mother. "I had a great time. Could we come back soon?"

Hypnotic sighed. She knew she was outnumbered. Besides, she'd had a good time too. She thought about living in a nice house and having more time to spend with her daughter all the way back to Ohio.

It took a couple of months for Hypnotic and Summer to finalize plans for the move, plus Hypnotic wanted to wait until after Christmas so that Jessie could spend the holiday season with her relatives. George agreed to support Hypnotic, Summer, and Jessie. Summer agreed that she would keep working for money for school and to pay for her car expenses. Since Summer couldn't start nursing school again until at least the fall, she had several months where she could work full time. Plus, tuition would be cheaper if she lived in Maryland for six months and established residency. George had a car and a van, so Hypnotic could use the van to drive the kids around. Hypnotic sold her junker before the move. 

At first Logan wasn't terribly excited about having other people living in the house, but he adjusted after a couple of weeks. Jessie was thrilled to get her own bedroom. George realized after the visit he needed another bedroom so he cleaned out a room he'd been using for storage and bought some bedroom furniture. At first he thought Summer would be sleeping in the extra bedroom, but as it turned out, Hypnotic wound up sleeping there.

George worked in Washington DC, so he had to wake up early in the morning to get ready for work. Hypnotic hated waking up so early, so after Summer had been working in the Gold Club for a few months, and could move to night shift, Hypnotic slept in the extra bedroom. Summer was already up, winding down from work, when George needed to wake up and get ready for work. 

George opened his eyes and looked up at the clock on the dresser. Logan and Jessie would be home in about ten minutes. He got up, got dressed, and went downstairs. Hypnotic had made turkey and ham sandwiches and potato salad for lunch. He helped them set the table. Logan and Jessie went upstairs to change out of their good clothes before lunch.

After lunch Summer went upstairs to take a nap. Logan and Jessie went downstairs to play on the computer. George and Hypnotic cuddled on the sofa watching movies on cable. At six, Summer came downstairs, kissed George and Hypnotic goodbye, and left for work.




Pussy Whipped



At eight, after Hypnotic made sure Jessie had taken a bath and gone to bed, Hypnotic and George went up to the bedroom. Hypnotic watched George get undressed, and handcuffed his hands behind his back. She took her time taking off her clothes and lay down on the bed sideways, with her legs hanging off the bed.

After Hypnotic picked up her romance novel, George knelt on the floor and licked her pussy. He licked softly while she read, enough that she felt it, but not so much that she'd drop the book. After reading for about an hour, she put the book down. He sucked and nibbled on her clit while she fondled her breasts until she had an explosive orgasm.

Hypnotic helped George stand up, and sit on the bed. She locked the handcuffs to the headboard, and locked his ankles to the footboard with ankle cuffs. She tickled his cock until it was nice and hard, kissed him goodnight, and turned off the lights on the way out.

George went to sleep after a while. He'd grown used to sleeping with his wrists and ankles cuffed, but he remembered how hard it was for him to sleep the first couple of weeks after Hypnotic and Summer decided to have George sleep restrained.

When Hypnotic and Summer first moved in, they were interested in controlling George's orgasms. Hypnotic enjoyed the idea of making him beg to come, and Summer thought it would be fun to control him that way. George had a locking cock cage, but it wouldn't stay on when he walked around. They investigated several cock cages and cock restraints on the Internet, but none of them turned out to be practical for long-term wear. Hypnotic and Summer decided that one of them could always watch George when he was home, so he couldn't masturbate without them knowing. They figured he wouldn't masturbate at work, and for the most part, they were right.

The only time neither Hypnotic nor Summer could watch George was when he was sleeping. George was surprised the first time Hypnotic told him she wanted to lock him to the bed, but he let her cuff his wrists and ankles. He twisted and turned for hours, finally falling asleep exhausted. He was startled when Summer decided to wake him up by plopping her pussy in his face. He had no idea what was happening. He struggled helplessly for a while until he woke up completely and realized what Summer had done. Since that first night, he adjusted to sleeping while locked to the bed. 

Summer enjoyed coming home to a quiet house after work. Most mornings after work she'd come home tired and relax on the sofa for a while before going upstairs and unlocking George from the bed. She might tickle his cock a little. But some nights, like tonight, she'd meet an interesting customer at work and come home energized. She appreciated knowing George was bound to the bed on mornings when she felt horny like this. Her pussy twitched thinking about him licking and sucking her clit.

After going to the bathroom and taking a long, relaxing shower, Summer slipped into the bedroom. George was snoring. Quietly, she climbed on the bed and dropped her pussy on his face. She snickered as she thought about him waking up with his nose buried in her pussy. It took a few moments for him to wake up, but she felt his tongue licking her pussy and around her clit. She twitched a little when he nibbled on her clit. She moaned when he alternated licking and sucking on her clit until she had an orgasm. After recuperating, she ground her pussy into his face until he licked and sucked her to another orgasm.

Summer slid forward to rest for a few minutes before unlocking George from the bed. She watched him get dressed and talked about work while she ate breakfast with him. She enjoyed her time alone with him. Sometimes, she felt like George and Hypnotic's daughter, though neither of them treated her that way. She appreciated Hypnotic cooking and washing for her; although sometimes she would feel a twinge of envy that Hypnotic didn't have to strip any more. After he left for work, she went to bed.

Hypnotic woke up to the alarm. Groaning, she got up and woke up Jessie and Logan for school. Logan was a junior in high school, so his bus came about an hour earlier than Jessie's. While they got dressed, Hypnotic made breakfast. After feeding the kids and sending them to school, Hypnotic got dressed. After cleaning up and starting some laundry, Hypnotic sat on the couch and watched TV.

Summer woke up around one, and came downstairs to see what Hypnotic was doing. After they finished putting away the laundry, they took turns holding ankles while the other did her crunches. Summer respected that Hypnotic did crunches with her. After fifteen minutes each on the Health Rider, they took a shower together. Afterwards, they spread a couple of towels and sat on the queen size bed, talking about Summer's work and how they could tease and torment George while shaving their legs and arms, and shaving each other's pussies.

After school, Jessie and Logan would play on the computer for a while before starting on their homework. They knew that dinner would be at or near six. Dinner was scheduled for six because George usually got home from work just before six, unless the train was late, while Summer needed to be ready for work before seven. Dinner was the only time the five of them would be together most days, and Hypnotic and George made an effort to have the whole family eat dinner together.

After dinner, Summer left for work. Hypnotic and George watched TV while Jessie and Logan played together. After Hypnotic put Jessie to bed, she got George from the sofa and led him into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and watched while George got undressed. After locking his wrists behind his back in handcuffs and locking his ankles in ankle cuffs, she did a sexy striptease while he helplessly stood and watched. She held him and rubbed her nipples all over his chest before she lay down on the bed, her legs hanging off the side.

George knelt down and lightly licked Hypnotic's pussy while she read a romance novel. He licked softly while she read. After about an hour, she put the book down. He sucked and nibbled on her clit while she fondled her breasts until she had an orgasm.

Hypnotic helped George stand up, and sit on the bed. She locked the handcuffs to the headboard, and locked his ankles to the footboard with ankle cuffs. She tickled his cock until it was nice and hard, kissed him goodnight, and turned off the lights on the way out. He wondered how Summer would wake him up as he drifted off to sleep.

Except for the unusual sexual relationship, Hypnotic, Summer, and George developed a stable family life. Hypnotic appreciated how established her life had become, and grew to value George and the support he provided her and Jessie, even though he was twelve years older. Summer appreciated how easy her life had become. All the money from stripping went to her car expenses and college fund. With her other expenses taken care of, she was saving money for the first time since leaving her parents. If her parents had been as cool as Hypnotic and George, she probably would have never left home. She was thankful that Hypnotic and George never forced her to do anything she didn't want to. Because she could stay out any night she wanted, she rarely wanted to stay out. She would occasionally go out for drinks with some of the other dancers after work.

George was happy for the first time in several years. Hypnotic was becoming a mother to Logan. While not replacing his birth mother, both George and Logan were happy to have a mothering influence in Logan's life again. Finally, George was thrilled to have two beautiful women teasing him sexually. While it wasn't exactly what he had fantasized, it was close enough.



Pussy Whipped



There are words that I don't like. There are phrases that don't sit right with me either and never have. I don't like the word cunt. I like the word pussy. I'd like to take a vacation and spend a week eating pussy. I've never wanted to spend one minute eating cunt. The two words "pussy whipped" bother me. First it's the connotation. "Pussy Whipped" means that a man has allowed a woman to get total control over his actions. He's been emasculated, not with a knife, with words and manipulation. There are other words and phrases that I don't like, but those give you the idea.

We met years ago, dated, decided we were "in love" and got married. We'd both been married before. Her first marriage lasted over twenty years and even though she says she hated being married to him they probably would still be married if he hadn't molested their oldest daughter. After their divorce and the family's emotional upset had calmed (after thousands of dollars worth of therapy) she started looking for the next "Mr. Right." 

I had been married over twenty years, too. It ended when she finally told the truth that she had never loved me. She married me because she didn't think anyone else was ever going to ask her. That hurt! Twenty years with a woman who didn't love me. The sex was really good with her when it happened, but it didn't happen often and it seemed to be missing something. I never figured out what was missing until she told me that what was missing was love.

We met. On our first date we met for dinner. It went well. She talked about her kids and I talked about mine. She talked about her career and I talked about mine. We avoided mention of exes other than to both admit we had them.

The first time I was invited to a sleepover (her word) I worried. I liked her. What if the sex wasn't very good? What if I couldn't do it? It had, by then, been years since I'd bedded anyone. One of my fears was that the cannon would go off before the parade even got started. It didn't. The sex was incredible and I discovered what had been missing from my first marriage, love. She loved me!

After we had been married for a year I had a major medical incident. The kind that suddenly has one riding in an ambulance flat on their back and scared shitless it's their last ride. The incident happened at work. Someone called Beth, my wife, and told her what happened and which hospital I was taken to. When I woke up she was beside my bed and looked terrible. My immediate assumption was that if she looked that bad, I was a goner. I was wrong. The ten-ton truck parked on my chest was evidence that they had cracked open my chest and done a chapter eleven reorganization. The good news was that I'd live. The bad news was that I had lost some things in the process.

One of those things was the loss of the ability to have an erection strong enough to slide home into the woman I loved. Hell, I couldn't get stiff enough to enter a contest much less a woman. I gained some things as well. Scars. When Beth saw my scars the first time she turned ashen. I've worn a t-shirt ever since. I didn't like that look on her. I still don't like the scarred look in the mirror either.

Working with the doctors at our HMO I've tried the little blue pill, one that wasn't blue, injections and a suction pump. A waste of time money and effort. Each attempt was witnessed by Beth. She was emotionally supportive and said the things she believed I wanted her to say. When nothing worked and my penis stayed limp she said, "It'll be Ok. We can still do other fun things, if you still want to."

That year I ate pussy about once a week. I still wanted to fuck her, but eating pussy was great. I loved the feelings I got from feeling her body respond and get all the way to orgasm. In a few serious conversations with her I said I understood if she needed or wanted a discreet friend with privileges to fill her pussy with more than my fingers and tongue could supply. All I asked was that she be discreet and not stop allowing me to be the most lover I could.

She laughed off the first conversation as if I couldn't possibly be serious. During that year other changes happened. She got two promotions at work. I got downsized into being a consultant. She was making almost twice as much money as I was. Before they cracked me open I was making about twenty percent more than Beth. I was working from home. 

A year later she had changed her behavior towards me. My advances had been welcomed and the orgasms appreciated at a frequency of at least once and sometimes twice a week for two years. I was physically affectionate without the push towards orgasms while allowing for our intimacy to include orgasms any time she wanted. My first wife had complained that every time we kissed she felt like I was trying to fuck her. I would have liked that, but didn't expect it would happen as often as after every kiss! With Beth I made dinner a couple times a week, started taking care of some of the jobs around the house and worked at being the husband she wanted. 

When her behavior changed it wasn't gradual. The first change happened the second week of May. I made dinner for us and when Beth came home from work she smelled the lasagna in the oven and said, "I wish you had asked. I already ate. One of the other ladies at work brought in food and I pigged out." I ate some of it and put the rest in the freezer for whenever. Later that night I sat beside her to watch a TV show we watched together often. In the first segment of the show I put a hand on her thigh.

In the first commercial break she got up said she was tired and went to bed. In the second commercial break I went to the bedroom and asked if she was Ok.

"I'm tired and I want to sleep." I got the message and left her alone. When I went to bed at a little after ten she rolled so her back was towards me and never acknowledged I had awakened her.

From that night on we didn't snuggle on the couch to watch TV. We didn't touch while we ate together, as we passed in the hallway, and when I put my hand on her thigh as we went somewhere in the car she said, "Please don't do that. It makes me nervous. Just pay attention to the road."

The third week of May she got up from the dinner table and headed for the bedroom. It wasn't even eight o'clock. I followed her.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"I'm tired? Aren't I allowed to be tired?"

I pointed out what I had noticed and said, "Tired is one thing, this is more."

"So, you want to talk about this whatever-it-is now, when I want to go to sleep? Aren't you nice."

"I do want to talk about this whatever-it-is. Tell me when."

"Saturday, at noon."

I turned to leave the bedroom and said, "I'll put it on the calendar in the kitchen. Thank you."

I watched a movie on TV that night and rather than disturb her sleep I slept on the couch. When she got up in the morning she woke me and asked if I was punishing her. I sat up and asked how I could be punishing her.

"You didn't come to bed last night! I woke up twice in the night and you weren't there."

"You were so tired you needed to go to bed before eight. I decided that rather than disturb your sleep when I came to bed, I'd just let you sleep. I was trying to be a good guy."

"If I wanted to sleep alone I'd be single. Please don't sleep out here again, Ok?"

"Ok." She had breakfast and went off to work. I went to my office and worked until about two in the afternoon. I called her at work and when she answered I asked, "Shall I make something for dinner?"

"No, don't. I won't be hungry." Twenty seconds later she said she had to go and she hung up.

I started wondering if she had started seeing someone for sex and was feeling guilty. It would explain the changes. She was being discreet but her behavior was still a tip off that something was happening.

Saturday came and I started the day working on a project in our back yard. By eleven I was done and came back into the house. I had gotten muddy while I worked so standing on the back porch I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. I didn't see Beth in the kitchen, hallway, her office or the bathroom. I got in the shower and got clean, shampooed and shaved. When I was in fresh clothes it was almost noon. I knew our conversation was scheduled for noon.

On the wall of our kitchen we have a white board calendar. I looked and the note about our conversation was gone. In it's place a note said, "Shopping with Alison."

Alison is Beth's sister. I called Alison and Rob's house and Rob answered. I asked if Beth was there.

"Nah, she called about two hours ago and they left an hour ago with my best American Express card. They said they'd bring dinner back with them."

"Oh. Ok. Say Rob, do me a favor, Ok? Don't say I called.

"Ok. Is anything wrong?"

"I have no idea."

Beth was no longer eating my cooking. She no longer wanted my touches, hadn't made herself available for bedroom fun, and had avoided our serious conversation on purpose. Yet, she wanted to make sure I was in bed with her every night.

I waited until almost six to call her cell. It went directly to voice mail. I said, "I was just wondering what time you'll be home. Call me on my cell, Ok?" I hit stop.

It was almost eight when she parked in the garage and came inside carrying two bags from the big mall in town. I was watching TV, still dressed in fresh chinos and a nice shirt. She stopped and looked me over.

"You're dressed like you expected us to go out."

"Nope. I saw that you left a note about going shopping, so I went for a drive. I think it's a law you have to wear clothes when you go for a drive."

"Did you get dinner for yourself? We ate at Tony Roma's." 

"I hope you took Rob some of their ribs. I know he really loves their ribs."

"We did."

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah, some. Why?"

"I haven't been able to touch you in almost two weeks. I was hoping we could enjoy an evening together."

"I'm sorry, Baby. It's not like you can do anything. I'm fine. I don't feel the need for an orgasm."

"Can I ask another question?"

"You just did." She turned and walked out of the room. I watched... no, I sat in the room with the TV for another twenty minutes. She didn't come back. I carefully got up off the couch and went out the back door. I was in my car when I hit the button for the garage door and quickly started the engine. I was completely out and in the street before she came out the back door. I saw her in my rear view mirror. Her robe was on and buttoned.

I stayed the night in a No-Tell Motel about five miles away from home. I paid cash.

In the morning I showered using hotel soap and dressed in the same clothes I had on the night before. At eight-twenty I pulled into the garage and parked. On my way out the side door of the garage I hit the button and closed the door. Beth's car was in the garage and the hood was cool.

Beth was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. She was fully dressed in slacks, sweater and loafers. I said, "Good Morning" and kept walking. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I started the water in the sink. 

Seconds later Beth opened the door and looked at me like I was guilty of something.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"It's called shaving. I've been known to do it almost every morning since I was fifteen. Wanna watch?"

"Where did you go last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I expected you to sleep with me last night. When I came out of the shower you were gone!"

"The shower wasn't running when I left. I waited twenty minutes after your smart-ass answer to me, then I walked out. Where were you?"

"In the bedroom putting away the things I bought yesterday."

"Where were you at noon?"

"Alison called at about eleven and asked me to go shopping. I left you a note."

"After you erased the one saying we had scheduled a serious conversation for noon, yesterday."

"I didn't erase any note."

"Right! I made up asking for a meeting and you telling me Saturday at noon."

"I don't remember anything of the sort!"

"Ok. Can we have a serious conversation right now?"

"About what?"

"Do you have the time right now? Are you too tired at nine in the morning? Do you have an appointment somewhere?"

She sat on our bed and said, "You want to talk? Go ahead."

"Ok. Over a year ago I told you that if you were interested in having someone be the lover who could fill your pussy with something besides my tongue and fingers, all I asked was that you be discreet. Now your behavior has changed towards me and you won't talk. That's not discreet! You might as well wear a sign, "I'm screwing someone else!" Ok. I got the message. You don't care that I know. I've been as good a husband as I know how to be. You want a divorce?"

"No! I love you. I'm not seeing anyone. I just don't want sex anymore. The thought of you licking me turns me off. Don't take it personal."

"So, does that mean that until you hit puberty again we won't ever have sex again?"

"I won't have puberty again."

"I'll take that as a yes." She nodded.

"So, if I physically overpowered you, tossed you on the bed and ate your pussy you couldn't enjoy it? It would make you throw up?"

"I just don't want to! If you did that it might feel good, I just don't want to!"

"Ok. God, I'm glad we had this conversation. I don't want a divorce. However, things are about to change. I've been the house-husband for almost two years. I do the marketing, most of the cooking, the laundry and stuff. I now get three nights a week off. If I pick they'll be Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, but if you want to negotiate that can be worked out."

"Those nights you don't cook?"

"No. Those nights don't count on me sleeping here. The rest of the time our relationship will be just as it has been for weeks. I won't touch you, kiss you or attempt to eat your pussy or pat your ass. I'll still make dinner twice a week unless you ask for more. I'll do the laundry, the marketing and most of the housework."

"Where will you go?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Tears ran down her cheeks. Her eyes locked on mine and she slowly nodded.

"I'll find someone who loves being eaten for hours and gushing her juices all over my face. I'll find someone who likes my fingers inside her and loves orgasms. I'll suck on her tits and eat her until we both fall asleep exhausted. The rest of the week I'm yours, just the way you like it."

"I don't like that. I don't want that."

"You want just what you've had for weeks. You want me to do without something I love doing. What do you give up?"

"I gave up being fucked by you over two years ago!"

"And, to quote you "It'll be Ok. We can still do other fun things, if you still want to." I want to. You slammed the door on that. It isn't Ok. It bothers me every day that my dick doesn't get hard. I felt something like a man when I could still please you in bed. Now, even that's gone! I can't get that here, from the woman I love and who says she loves me. Maybe I won't be able to find a woman who loves orgasms as much as you used to. Maybe I won't find anyone at all who will let me love them the way my body will allow. Maybe I am no longer a man. Those are a lot of maybe's, I'm going to find out which ones are true!"

"Are you saying you weren't with someone last night?"

"I'm not saying anything about last night! If we'd had this conversation yesterday I'd answer for my behavior last night. Did you lie to me about yesterday?"

"No! I went shopping with Alison."

"You told me she called you, remember?"

"Yes!"

"And she invited you shopping?"

"Yes!"

"How did she do that? I had the portable phone clipped to my belt all morning and it never rang."

"She, she called on my cell."

I left the bathroom and went into my office and turned on my computer. She followed. I pulled up her cell phone records. The only two calls on her cell were the call she made to her sister and the call I made leaving her a message. I looked up at her and didn't say anything.

She opened her mouth and I held up a hand. "You lied. I have more evidence against you. Please don't insult me by lying on top of the lies you already told. You didn't want to talk. You called Alison and probably convinced her to lie for you if I talked to her." I tapped the screen showing the time and number she called. "You bought dinner at Tony Roma's and the three of you ate together. You didn't bring me anything, not even an apology."

She slumped into a chair. "I'm sorry."

"I'd ask what you're sorry for but at this moment, I don't care what you're sorry about. Did you listen to the message I left you?"

"No. I saw it was from you and deleted it."

"Too bad. However, it says something about the respect you now have for me. I guess making lots of money and being promoted have changed your attitude about me."

The look on her face let me know she had deleted the message without hearing it. Too bad.

"You have a choice to make. You can accept my terms for our marriage or you can get out. This house was mine long before I met you and it will be mine ten years from now if I'm still alive. If you choose to get out I want it to be by Wednesday. Your things can stay until the weekend, but you need to be gone by Wednesday at eight."

"I don't want to go! I have no where to go! I don't want a divorce!"

"Move in with your sister! Maybe Rob is already your lover and that'll make it convenient for all three of you."

"Rob is not my lover!"

"Please understand, I'm not demanding a divorce. I don't want a divorce. I'm not even asking you to move out, but you can choose to do it. It's up to you."

Her hands covered her face and she cried. When I tired of listening I got up and went to my bedroom. I grabbed an armload of hangers from our closet and carried an arm load of her things into our guest bedroom. I hung them neatly in her new closet, then I went back for more. As I carried that arm load between bedrooms she came out of my office.

"What are you doing?"

"You no longer sleep with me. I might roll over and touch you. You've said you don't like my touch. If you decide to stay we can talk about the sleeping arrangements then. Between now and Wednesday, you're in the guest room. I'm moving your clothes to make your life easier for you."

"I like sleeping next to you. I'm used to hearing your breathing."

"I will never sleep next to a pussy I can't eat or tits I can't touch or kiss. Not one more night!" I took her clothes in and hung them up, neatly. When I came out of the guest room she was still in the hallway and still crying. As I passed her I said, "You can move the rest." 

I plopped on the couch and turned on the TV. I heard the walking between bedrooms for a while then I heard the guest room door close. I shut off the TV and went to bed in my bedroom. It took a while to fall asleep listening to her cry, but I did.

I made breakfast for two and ate my half. She didn't come out of the guest room. I took a 3X5 card and made a sign and put it by her breakfast. "Leave the dishes. I'll do them when I get back."

After I dressed I took my car and went to church. I had attended that church for eight years near the end of my first marriage. Some of the people there that morning recognized me and welcomed me back. After the service one of the senior members asked if I'd meet with he and two other staff members. I was in no hurry so I agreed.

The two others were both women. The chit-chat began about catching up. When that was done one of the women asked, "So, we'd like you to help us if you still feel good about being a member of the church. We remember what a great job you did before..."

"I'll need to think about it. I'll need some more details about what you actually have in mind."

They had me leave my address and promised a packet of interest would be at my home by Wednesday. As I gave my address I said, "Address the envelope to me, not to Mr. & Mrs."




Pussy Whipped



"Is there a Mrs.?" Shanna asked. Her look said there was an interest beyond that of the church in her question. It was then I noticed rings on every finger except the third finger, left hand.

"Temporarily I must answer yes, there is."

Shanna asked, "How temporarily?"

"She has until Wednesday to decide that question."

"Oh." We concluded our business and on my way out of the building another face from the past stopped me and asked if I was coming to the meeting that evening. I looked up and saw Shanna nodding her head at me and smiling.

I got the details and said I'd be there. I drove home. Ate a good lunch, cleaned up the kitchen and went into my office. As always I left the door open.

A few minutes passed with me checking emails and Beth knocked on the open door. I looked up.

"Thank you for breakfast. Can we talk, Please?"

I pointed at a chair and she came in and sat down. She had thought long and hard about this. She was wearing my favorite of her weekend clothes; tights and a loose pullover shirt. I could tell, when she moved, there wasn't a bra inside the shirt. Her D-sized breasts were free.

"I didn't sleep well last night. I don't like being in the guest room. I don't like being so close to you and so far away."

"The short response is, so?"

"Sleeping like this is like were roommates! We're husband and wife."

"Go get your address book please. We'll do an experiment."

She got her PDA and handed it to me. If his name and number were in there they were well hidden. I said, "Pick a letter."

"M"

I went to her address book and dialed the first number under the "M". Marilyn Scott.

My address book was by last name, hers by first name. I hit speaker phone and we both heard the phone ring. Marilyn worked with Beth and didn't know me.

"Hello, Beth?" Marilyn answered.

Beth quickly said, "Yes it's me and my husband, Pete." 

I said, "We're having a discussion and we're calling a few people to see if they have an opinion. Do you have maybe two minutes we could have?"

"Yeah, I guess so. What's this about?"

"How can someone tell if two people are married? Make believe you were from Mars or Venus and you could see everything about people's lives. How would you know they were married?"

"They live together."

"Anything else?"

"They share everything in their lives. They go on vacation together, they eat together, they do nice things for each other."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"They'd have sex."

Beth asked, "Anything else?"

There was a long pause and she said, "They wouldn't keep secrets from each other." Then she hung up the phone. I didn't look at Beth. I tapped in the next phone number; Matthew, also a colleague from work.

He was home and willing to play our quiz game. He gave much the same answers except sex was closer to the first answer than it had been for Marilyn. Then I asked him if he'd ever had a roommate. 

"Sure, in college."

"Ever have one that was female?" I asked.

"Yup. Senior year."

"What would you say is the biggest difference between having a roommate and a wife?"

"If she's a roommate you don't have sex. If you aren't married and have sex she's not a roommate she 's a lover. If you're married, she's a wife."

I thanked him and hung up. I looked at Beth. "How many more opinions do you want to hear?"

"None."

"Ok. Let me ask another question. If my dick worked and I ate your pussy would you say we had sex? Wait, if my dick didn't work and I ate someone else's pussy would you say I had sex with them?"

"Eating someone is sex."

Two people you know said that without sex people aren't married. Sex is part of being married or at least lovers. For almost a month we've been roommates. Only difference is now you sleep in your room and I sleep in mine. The temptation of you is no longer within arms reach."

"I don't care what they say. I'm your wife and I want to sleep with you."

"I totally get what you want. You totally get what I want. The compromise is for you to be my roommate and stay in your room every night. I will not bring anyone else into this house and neither will you."

I looked at my watch and knew I needed to leave. The meeting at church started in half an hour. I stood up and put my sport coat back on.

"Where are you going?" Beth asked. Her eyes were showing panic.

"Out. I'll be here before you leave for work in the morning." I walked out and Beth cried. I almost cried on the way to the church. I thought about how it would be to give in, let her move back into my bed without sex. The two words kept flashing before me: Pussy Whipped.

When I walked into the chapel I saw Shanna with an empty chair beside her. I review what I remembered about her from years ago. She had been married to Jack Templeton and he had died of an aneurism about a year before I got divorced. I looked again. Plenty of rings and one bare finger.

She smiled as I approached and stood up. As we hugged in welcome she whispered, "Let's go. I'm hungry."

I whispered back, "Won't you be missed?"

"No. I told Marie you were coming to take me home."

"Oh." I turned us and guided her out the doors. In the parking lot she pointed at her car. I pointed at mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and asked, "I can either leave my car here all night, you can leave yours or you can follow me home."

"I'd like to hold the first two options open for the future and tonight follow you home. I accept the offer unsaid, and we need to talk first."

"Not really, but follow me anyway." She walked to her car and I followed. It was a four block drive. She led me into her web and as soon as the door closed she said, "Take off your jacket and let me talk to you." She hung my jacket up and loosened my tie. On her couch she sat facing me and her knees rested against my thigh.

"Beth is your wife. She no longer wants sex with you and you believe she may even be giving it up to someone else. How'm I doing so far?"

"Pretty good."

"She says she loves, you but isn't interested in sex any more. She wants you to sleep with her so she knows where you are every night, but she doesn't want you even thinking about getting any."

"How do you know all this?"

"A few months ago an article made its way through the company email system. Since then quite a few menopausal women have adopted the philosophy that they don't need to do it anymore. They like being taken care of, the lifestyle of two incomes but fucking is just too much trouble."

"Knowing you know doesn't make me feel any better."

"You said earlier that being married was temporary, until Wednesday. Talk to me."

"There's more to the story than what you said. A few years ago I had surgery. They cut me up pretty good and one side effect of the cutting and the drugs I have to take or die is..."

She said, "No more erections." I nodded.

"Won't she do oral?"

"No point. I don't get hard. For a while I did oral on her and I loved it. She came every time! I thought things were fine until she cut that off too."

"She expected you to be Ok with nothing?"

"Less than nothing. She still wants to sleep with me. She says she's used to hearing me breathe right next to her. She sleeps nude. I don't. I saw her face when she saw my scars after surgery and I've worn t-shirts ever since."

"You came home with me. What's up?"

"I don't know what she's going to decide. I know what I've decided. I'm looking for a woman who loves oral sex, loves having her breasts held, kissed and worshiped. If Beth leaves she can move right in. If Beth wants to stay it will be as a roommate and she'll pay rent until she gets tired of it and we get divorced."

"Is this an interview? Am I a candidate for the position of oral sex goddess?"

"Yes! Or candidate for woman most likely to be eaten four or five nights a week for the rest of our lives."

"Eaten in your bed with Beth in the next room?"

"Nope. Either here or in a hotel room. Unless and until she moves out."

"She still has all the power. She gets to choose everything."

"I love her. I want to eat her four or five nights a week forever. I've been attracted to you for years. When Jack died and I got divorced the timing was all wrong to pursue you. Times change."

She stood and led me into her bedroom and then into her bathroom. She smelled my neck. "Irish Spring." She said. She got a fresh bar of Dial out and put it in the shower.

"You going to shower in your clothes or do you need help?" She asked.

I started undressing and said, "My scars."

She dimmed the lights in the bathroom and got naked. I got down to the t-shirt and she lifted it up and off. I was a foot in front of her naked and scarred. She didn't even blink.

We showered and her soapy hands touched every inch of me as my hands touched every inch of her. Her bush was trimmed short. When I washed it she asked, "Would you like it better bald?"

"I think so. Yes."

"I'm glad. When I've a man in my life I like my pussy bare for him. During the day when I feel a breeze on it I think about him, licking me and pleasuring me. Are you going to be the man in my life?"

I nodded. She picked up a pink razor and I got to watch as she shaved. As she rinsed the soap away when she was done I dropped to my knees and kissed her freshly nude pussy. She lifted one leg and put it on my shoulder, opening herself up to my mouth. That first taste was heaven. I looked up ands saw her tilt her head back and heard her moan. Her hands held my head.

The nub of her clit was bigger than any woman I had ever tasted before. When I brushed it with my tongue she shook. A few minutes' action and she leaned forward and shut off the water. I kept sucking and licking. Another minute and I needed to hold her hips she was shaking hard and I was afraid she would fall.

"Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Suck me Pete!" Her first orgasm at my mouth arrived and I loved how it felt. I eased her down and when she had calmed a bit we got out, dried and found her bed. Her second orgasm included fingers and her using a pillow to stop the scream from getting the cops called.

She covered us, set the alarm so she would get up in time to go to work and it hit me. She had all but said she worked where Beth worked! She knew about the emails, the conversations.

"What are you going to say to Beth tomorrow?" I asked.

She snuggled against me and put her nipple right next to my mouth. She smiled and said, "That depends."

"On what, exactly."

"Do you want her to know where you are tonight? Knowing could push her decision one way or the other."

"Then don't say anything. I want her to decide. By Wednesday it may not matter." I kissed her extended nipple and then sucked it gently. Shanna's back arched just a little and she gasped.

"You should take out insurance on that mouth! Damn! You're good!"

The alarm went off and Shanna threw back the covers, exposing all of me. She wiggled and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked for a minute and then held it in her hand. "I love the way it feels in my mouth. When you come back tonight remind me to tell you a story, Ok." My dick slid back into her mouth. It felt incredibly good.

"I'm coming back tonight?"

She smiled and took me out again. "If you'd like some more Shanna juice and Shanna screams and Shanna's tits. Would you like that?"

"Yes! You know I would."

The sleep buzzer sounded. We had used up whatever few minutes Shanna had allowed for play. She leapt out of bed and I was surprised, she went to the living room not the bathroom. She came back with a clicker and a key.

"Park in spot number seventy-nine. The key will open my door. I'll make dinner when I get home. Do not cook. Do not clean. Bring extra clothes for tomorrow." She went into the shower and was back out before I got out of the bed. She pushed me back into bed and said, "Sleep. You can work when you get home."

Five minutes later she woke me for a Good-Bye kiss. An hour later I got up, left the bed as it was, showered using Dial, dressed and went home. I had breakfast at McDonalds.

As I parked I noticed my cell and turned it on. One message. Beth. "You said you'd be home before I had to go. You aren't here. I'm worried and scared. Call me, please." I could hear the anxiety in her voice.

When I sat at my desk I called her. She picked up on the first ring, "Pete?"

"You're at work! Is that how you answer?"

"I saw your number. Are you Ok?"

"I'm fine. Would you like me to cook dinner?"

"Yes! Anything will be fine."

"What time will you be here?"

"Regular time, a little after five."

"Great! Do a good job today. They're depending on you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." As I put the phone down I realized I did love her, and I now had feelings coming to the surface for Shanna, too."

My keyboard was hot all day and when the alarm I'd set before starting work sounded I was surprised and grateful. Without the alarm I would have kept working. I shut down my computer and went into the bedroom. I packed clothes that don't wrinkle; jeans and a sweatshirt. I changed into khakis and a Land's End pull over, leaving the t-shirt at home. In the kitchen, I made a pot roast with veggies and popped it in the oven. It would be ready to eat at six. I put a note on the table telling Beth what was in the oven and when to pull it out. I made no promise about when I'd be home. At the bottom of the note I put, "Tomorrow is Tuesday" and signed it Pete.

At five I left. I stopped on the way to Shanna's and bought two bottles of wine, one white and one red. I figured Shanna would get home about the same time that Beth usually did. I hadn't thought about her stopping at the market. I opened her door at five –twenty and became a detective for a few minutes. I found out she liked James Patterson, Ken Wilber and Robert Heinlein. I found out she had a mostly empty fridge except for a gallon of sugar-free ice cream and some yogurt. I heard a horn beep once and looked out her window to see her standing at the back of her car. The trunk was open and she was waving. She needed help.

At the trunk I saw six bags of groceries. I hefted two heavy ones and she got two more. A man stepped up and grabbed the other two. Shanna smiled and said, "Pete this is Mark, apartment three. Mark this is Pete. Say, happy to meet you and don't ask anything!"

In unison we said, "Happy to meet you." We laughed and got the groceries into the kitchen. We put the bags down, Shanna said "Thank you Mark and began pushing him towards the door. He said, "I've never seen you buy so much food. Either you're having a party or Pete's staying more than once." As Shanna closed the door I could hear Mark laughing.

She stepped into my arms and we kissed. The first kiss ended and she said, "Gay boys! Great neighbors, but they tend to get in your business." 

We put the groceries away. My cell rang in my pocket. I'd forgotten to shut it off. Shanna put a hand over her own mouth and I answered.

"I thought you'd be here."

"Did I say I would be?"

"No, but I thought you knew. I'm missing you."

"Did you get your dinner out of the oven on time?"

"Yes. The whole house smells wonderfully."

"Please save me some. I'd like a sandwich or two tomorrow."

"I know. Tomorrow is Tuesday." She paused and then asked, "You're staying with her tonight aren't you?"

"Just because I'm not with you doesn't mean I'm with someone else."

"Yes it does. Your clothes smell like Dial soap."

"They probably will tomorrow, too. It doesn't mean anything except I didn't use the Irish Spring in my bathroom at home."

"I want my husband back."

"Finish the statement, please."

"Please come home. Please sleep with me."

"So close. Nice try." I hung up and shut off the phone. Shanna was clapping silently.

"I was worried she was going to invite you to eat pussy at home and ruin our evening."

"I don't think she's going to do it."

"Good! I mean it would take me a month to eat all this food by myself."

"You could invite Mark and one or two of his friends and the food would be gone by morning."

"And what exactly would I get? Not one of them has ever eaten pussy!"

I looked at her all dressed from work and said, "Tell me how to start dinner and you can go get comfortable."

She told me, kissed me quickly and headed for her bedroom. When she returned I was still chopping carrots and she was wearing a knee length pale green robe. She found another knife and worked on an onion. "You do like onions?" she asked.

"I do. Just not too fond of chopping them."

We got all the prep done as the oven warmed up. Forty minutes later we were eating.

"I saw Beth today." Shanna said.

"At her desk?"

"No. In the ladies lounge, crying. Three of the women in her department were with her. She was telling them how you hadn't been home and she was afraid you'd already found a girl-friend. They were very supportive. They told her you'd crack before Wednesday."

"What did you do?"

"I was there. It would look weird if I just walked away. I sat down and asked, "Is your husband cheating on you?"

"I don't know. We're having a disagreement and he's threatened me." She said. I said, "If he's threatened you we should call the police!"

"They calmed me down and explained you had threatened to have her sleep in the guest room unless she'll let you do nasty things to her."

"I asked her what nasty things you want to do."

"And she said?" I asked.

"He likes putting his mouth on my private parts." I waited. I wanted to know what Shanna had said. She told me. "I said, Hell, send him over to my place. I'd love it if a man would go down on me for a week!"

"Her friends shooed me out of there and told her I was a slut. They're right but it's not a nice thing to say."

"You're a slut?"

"Sure. Maybe not by the dictionary definition but by mine. I'm a woman who likes orgasms, mine and others. If it won't cause bodily harm and it will give someone an orgasm, I'm all for it."

"Wow!"

"Can we go to bed now?" She asked.

"Sure." We quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made it to the bedroom before she started undressing me. Shoes off first, then pants and shorts. The last thing was my shirt. The light was full on. She tossed the shirt to a chair and ran her hands over my chest. She felt the patches of hair and traced the scars.

She kissed me a few times and sat back on her bed. She took off the robe and sat on my lap. Her pussy was up against my dick. It felt good but it didn't move.

"Remember I asked you to ask me to tell you a story?"

"Yes."

"The very first man I was ever sexual with was a fireman. He'd been in a fire and almost didn't survive. He had been melted. My Mom left him about a year after he was burned. I came home from third grade and she was gone. Dad was still in the hospital. I packed a suitcase with my stuff and went to the firehouse."

"You lived in the firehouse?"

"Most of the time, yes. I still lived in our apartment too but until Dad got out of the hospital I was mostly at the firehouse. The firemen who were single and off duty lived in our house and took care of me. When I was twelve Dad came home. They city trained him as a dispatcher and he worked at the firehouse the rest of his life."

She paused long enough for us to kiss a few more times and for her to put my hands on her breasts. "I cared for him. He cried every time I bathed him. He cried when he looked in the mirror. He took care of me and I took care of him. On the worst nights I sometimes crawled in bed with him and held him. He took pain meds every day and every evening. Most of the time they helped. One night he'd taken three and the pain was still killing him. He got out of bed and found a beer in the fridge. The beer on top of the pain pills and he was out of it. I got him back in bed and he fell asleep. I got in and held him. When I woke up he was on top of me, calling me by my Mom's name and he was inside me. He fucked me and cried and talked about how sorry he was for being so ugly. He thought I was my Mom. He told her how good I was taking care of him and how good I was at school. He passed out and rolled off me. I was fourteen when that happened."




Pussy Whipped



"It happened again?" 

"Between then and when he died a year later it happened three times. The third time I was on my period and when he woke up I hadn't cleaned him up very well. He saw the blood and he knew what he had done. He cried and apologized and I told him I understood and that I loved him. I knew he loved me and he loved a woman who couldn't even look at him."

She was crying and I held her. I held her most of the night. We slept and we cried, then we slept some more. The alarm went off at a quarter after six. She kissed me and apologized for her story. She said if she didn't get up and go to work people would think she spent the night with me. I didn't say anything. I didn't think that would be such a bad thing, but maybe the timing was off for telling people.

When she left I got up. I found her picture albums and found pictures taken at the firehouse. I wrote down every detail about that firehouse and her Dad. When I got home there was a note on the kitchen table.

"I've moved all my things into my bedroom. You win. I'd like to have dinner with you at least three nights a week and to have you sleep here often. I get paid on Friday. I'll leave you half the rent and half the utilities. That's what a good roommate does."

I worked a good portion of the day with Shanna's story bouncing around in my head. I made a few calls in the afternoon and finally spoke to a guy who had known Shanna and her Dad. Except for the sex he told me much of the same story. Sam was her Dad, and the fire that got him was a chemical fire that burned almost exactly half his body. When a tank of chemicals exploded he was facing it and the fire burnt the front of his body. The fireman talking to me told me how Sam had been in the hospital two years and the last year his daughter lived with the firemen. Her Mom had run off and she just showed up with a suitcase and started sleeping in the bunk with her Dad's name on it. He said that after Sam died she stayed until she graduated from high school and then one day while they were at a fire she left.

He asked if I knew where she was. I said I didn't, that I'd heard about a firehouse who took care of a young girl and was just looking for the true story. He said I had it.

I made dinner after I called Shanna and explained that I was staying home that night and she shouldn't make it mean anything negative about us. I wasn't resigning and becoming Pussy Whipped again. I promised to spend Thursday night with her. After I talked to Shanna I called Beth.

"Beth it's Pete."

"I saw your number before I picked up."

"Dinner will be ready at six but I need a favor, if you're willing."

"What do you need?"

"A bottle of red wine. We don't have one and it would go well with dinner, I think. Could you pick one up?"

"Sure. The wine and I will be home before six."

Like the weeks hadn't passed the way they had Beth told me about what was going on at work. Then her phone rang with another call and she said, "Oh, I've gotta go! See you at home. I love you." And she was gone.

She walked in the door with a bottle of good red wine and dinner went on the table. I asked about her day and she asked about my work. After dinner we watched a little TV and Beth changed into sweats to be comfortable. In the past she might have worn just a robe and let parts of her anatomy be exposed from time to time. The sweats were baggy enough that it wasn't obvious if she was wearing a bra or not. She sat on the couch with me, leaving over a foot of space between us. 

At nine she lowered the volume of the TV and asked, "Am I being the kind of roommate that's acceptable to you? I've never been a roommate before."

"So far it's Ok. I'm still puzzled at why this is acceptable to you but at least this way I feel like a man."

"You are a man. You've always been a man."

"Biologically I have the DNA and the plumbing that identifies me as male. That's different from feeling like a man. You know what I'm talking about and I'm not talking about it again, with you."

"I didn't intend to make you angry. I want us living together to be pleasant for both of us."

"I don't see how that can ever happen. You're like chocolate cake."

"Huh?"

"I love chocolate cake. If I ate a whole cake every day I'd weigh seven hundred pounds by Christmas. So I avoid chocolate cake. I don't go into the bakery down the street more than three or four times a year, and I never buy a cake from them. In a restaurant I allow myself to order one piece of chocolate cake on a special occasion, like my birthday. If I worked where you do and someone put a chocolate cake in the break room, I'd eat some, because it was there and I love chocolate cake. You sitting right there is like sitting next to a chocolate cake. It's still in the box and I can't see it, but I can smell it and I know it's right there... with a sign on it that says, "This is not your chocolate cake. You can't have any."

"Oh. What can I do?"

"Take off the sweats, lay down on the floor and spread your legs. Ask me to dive in and enjoy your pussy. Until you do that or you leave, I'm living with a chocolate cake I can't have anymore."

She burst into tears and ran from the room. I heard the door to her bedroom close.

I watched the news and went to my room and undressed. I put my clothes in the hamper and saw that I needed to do laundry soon. I set my alarm and soon I was asleep.

In the morning I carried laundry out to the laundry room and saw Beth eating cereal at the table. "If you want me to do your laundry please bring it out this morning. I'll do it and leave it on your bed."

"No, I don't think so. I heard you last night. Leaving my laundry would be like leaving the spatula covered in frosting and telling you you can't lick it. I'll find a time and do my own laundry, but thanks for the offer."

She was right. I walked out of the kitchen and headed for my office.

When it was time for Beth to leave for work she came to my office door. She said, "It's really hard for you to be with me. I know that now. I don't know where you go when you aren't here but... I need to be here alone and think tonight. Ok?"

"Not a problem. Have a good day at work." I didn't get up. I didn't invite her into my office. I waved Good-Bye and she turned and left.

Three hours later I finished the contract work I had been doing and called the messenger service for a pick up. While I waited I called Shanna.

"Would you like a sleepover tonight? I asked.

"Will I be the dessert?"

"Yes. And we both know I love dessert."

"So she has decided to be a roommate?"

"For the moment. I've given her something to think about and talk to her friends about. We'll see what comes from that."

She asked me to promise to tell her the whole story at dinner. She recommended I bring more clothes to her place and she told me she cleared some space for my things. When our called ended I packed a bag and put it in my car. The messenger came and took the three pounds of paper and two CD's to my client. By dinner time an electronic deposit would be made to my account.

I went to the market and among the items I took home was a package of chocolate cup cakes. I left the package on the kitchen table with a note that said, "Don't eat these."

At five I drove to Shanna's house. Inside I turned on some music and sat down with a book I found on her shelves. I had somehow picked up a book I'd never heard of, by an author I didn't know. The title was good but the subtitle intrigued me. The book was "Power vs. Force, The Hidden Determinants of Human Behavior" by David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D.. I was hooked in less than a full page. Maybe reading this would help me understand the two women in my life... and maybe even understand myself better. I opened a diet Coke and turned the pages reading what the author was saying until Shanna opened the door.

I put the book down and took her in my arms. By the time our first kiss ended we were both undressed and on the floor in front of the couch. Shanna was on her back and I was lapping up her nectar. Her hands held my head and it wasn't long until she crested and moaned loudly from deep inside herself. I crawled up her body and we kissed again. And again.

We did come up for air when someone walked by her open door and was talking to someone. We heard them outside and looked up, noticed the open door and scrambled for cover. I don't know if we were seen and, to be totally honest, I didn't care then or now.

We took our clothes into the bedroom and put them away. Shanna noticed my empty suitcase and the hanging clothes in her closet. She came to me and we kissed again. "I thought about finding you here about every five minutes all afternoon!"

"Thank you. I guess now that you've been eaten and had a little orgasm you'll send me home for the night?"

"There are some words I live by. One phrase I live by is this one: Once is never enough! I want you beside me, on top of me, underneath me as often as you want to be there. I'm a slut. I love orgasms."

"Good! Beth asked me not to come home tonight. I think she has some thinking to do."

"Hold that thought." She dashed into the kitchen and got our dinner into the oven. She came back and sat on my lap. "Ok, tell me the story."

I told her about the conversation Beth and I had the night before and about the cupcakes I left on the table. She looked into my eyes the whole time I spoke. When I was done she kissed me. When that kiss ended I bent her back a little and kissed her breast. Her hands held my head pressed gently into her soft skin.

Over dinner I could tell there was something Shanna wanted to talk about but she kept hesitating. I've learned to wait. Sometimes I've waited too long, but that time it only took half an hour before she spoke.

"You know I love what you do with me?"

"Yes."

"I want to know something. What if you go home tomorrow and Beth is naked on your bed, legs spread wide, pussy shaved and you see her dripping honey into her pussy while she smiles at you?"

"Someone a mile away will hear her scream when she has that orgasm! Now, what do you really want to know? If she does that, will I be back here? Yes! If she does all that and begs me to give up sex with anyone but her... I won't. I am a man, a man who loves eating pussy and loving women." I reached over and picked up her book.

"Have you read this?" 

She shook her head. "My sister gave it to me for Christmas a year ago."

"I'm just a few pages into it and I love it. He realized after years of school and practicing medicine that the key to healing is love. Ok. As I've been reading I've been thinking. I enjoy eating pussy, part of that love is about power. I love the power to be the source of your orgasms. And, I'm realizing, I love you. I love the connection we have when you open yourself to me and that connection heals me. I feel better about myself now than I have in years. That connection isn't there with Beth any more. I get it best when the connection is physically intimate."

She sat, looking into me for well over a minute. She got up from my lap and found her portable phone. She touched a speed dial and waited a few seconds before she said, "Drop whatever you're doing. Grab clothes for tomorrow and get your ass over here now! No kidding." She hit a button and tossed the phone on the couch.

She sat back down and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed. I was glad I knew where the fire extinguisher was in her kitchen. That kiss was hot enough to start things burning.

She tucked her face into the crook of my neck and said, "It'll take her almost an hour to get here. I've been thinking about introducing the two of you and what you just said pushed me to do it now."

"Who is she?"

"When I left the firehouse I got on a bus and went to Chicago. I had no reason to pick Chicago. When I got there I got a job as a waitress. She worked there too. We're almost the same age and we shared an apartment for three years. We're best friends. We quit sharing an apartment when she left to marry Bob. That lasted six years and he was killed in a drive by. The car Bob was driving when he was shot crashed and Helen lost her right leg at the knee."

"We're on the third floor!"

"Not a big problem. She'll be here. She hasn't dated since she lost Bob and her leg. She has two losses to heal and my opinion is she doesn't know which to try to heal first. We're going to help her heal everything."

"She may freak. She's never met me. Does she even know I exist?"

"Yes! She's my best friend. I tell her everything. So, she knows my story and your story. Relax."

"I'm getting dressed."

"Me too." We pulled clothes on. I watched Shanna and she put on sweats. The same color and style sweats that Beth had worn the night before. The difference was I knew what she wasn't wearing underneath the sweats and I was invited to touch, taste and be inside with her.

We tossed some stuff together for dinner, enough for three. About the time we had it ready we heard the door open and the huff of energy being used to get into the apartment. Shanna kissed my cheek and went out to greet Helen. I dished up the dinner on a serving platter and carried it and three plates to the table.

My first look at Helen was obscured. They were hugging and most of what I could see was Shanna. I got the food and plates on the table and turned to go back in the kitchen. Shanna's voice stopped me.

"I want you to meet, Pete. Helen this is Pete. Pete this is Helen. Now the two most important people in my life have met."

Helen stood so her artificial leg was partially hidden behind Shanna. I stepped forward and said, "To greet you properly I'd like permission to give you a hug. May I?"

Her eyes opened wider and she nodded. She lifted her arms and I bent down a little as I embraced her. Funny how much data can be collected in a three second hug. I learned she was thin, wasn't wearing a bra, was about two inches shorter that Shanna and smelled like vanilla. I also learned that her breasts were quite small. As we broke the hug I wondered what she had learned in the same three seconds.

We moved to the table and sat down. As we began to eat Helen asked, "OK, so what's the deal with commanding me to get my butt over here?"

"Tonight is a celebration. I like having you around when I celebrate." Shanna said.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Pete's wife has officially become his roommate. That means I can officially become his... I don't know what to call it."

"I'd feel strange calling a woman in her thirties a girl-friend." I said.

"You know damn well I'm not in my thirties!" Shanna slapped my shoulder as she said it. She also smiled.

"Yes, I know. You'll be forty-six in November. Even more reason girl-friend doesn't seem right."

"Concubine?" Helen offered. "Mistress?"

"Nope." I said. "Lover."

"I can see it now. Next Sunday at church we'll be standing outside after services and the Rev will come up and I'll introduce you. "Rev, I'd like you to meet Pete, my lover."

"He'd shake my hand and tell me what a lucky man I am."

"You wouldn't actually do that! Would you?" Helen asked.

Shanna smiled and answered, "It would depend on who was near us. I know the Rev well enough I could say it to him. There are others in the congregation who would hear it and choke to death. I wouldn't say it around them."

I asked, "Helen, what did you think of when I said the word?"

"You were announcing to the world that you've had sex." She blushed.

"I'm proud of that. Shanna is a beautiful woman, in a hundred different ways. Any man who can love her and has sex with her should be proud to say it!"

I noticed a mist grow in her eyes. She looked at Shanna and blinked.

A few seconds later she started to get up. The mist had become a tear and it fell. I reached out and put my hand on her arm. She stopped moving and looked at me.

"I'd like you to do me a favor. I want you to trust me for an hour. If you can't trust me for an hour trust Shanna for the hour and Shanna will make sure you are safe. Can you do that?"

"I just met you."

"Then trust Shanna. She will not let me hurt you. I swear I will not do anything to hurt you. Ok?"

She looked at Shanna and said, "I trust you."

I asked her to stand up. As she stood I held her arm and guided myself in front of her.

"I want you to remember some time when you were younger and someone in your family kissed you. It could have been Hello or Good-Bye. Do you remember?"

She nodded. I said, "I want you to give me a kiss just like that kiss. If it helps, close your eyes." Her eyes closed and I got a quick peck on my cheek. Her eyes popped back open.

"Remember at the end of the ceremony when you got married to Bob?" As soon as I said his name a tear fell from her face.

"At the end of the ceremony he was invited to kiss you. You kissed him back. Think about all the things you put into that kiss." I paused. "Now think about all the things that were in that kiss that weren't present for you an hour ago. Things you didn't feel, weren't connected to, an hour ago."

Shanna said, "Lean forward and kiss Pete asking that all those things be back in your life. The love, the connection, the commitment."

My hands went to her face and we touched lips together. She trembled and shook. I felt tears on my face that weren't my tears. When the energy demanded we end the kiss I pulled back a little.

Helen's eyes opened and she looked at me, then at Shanna. Shanna moved closer and said, "Now, give me that kiss."

They embraced and their mouths met. I whispered, "Tell Helen how much you appreciate her. Show her how your hearts are connected. Feel the warmth radiating from each of you to the other, becoming one warmth. One heart. One love."

When the kiss ended Helen said, "I need to sit down." We helped her to the middle of the couch. Shanna sat next to her. I knelt between her knees.

"Tell me what you feel from us, please."

She hesitated a long time and said, "I feel loved. Completely loved."

"Good. You are." Shanna said.

My hand was on her prosthetic knee. I said, "I need to hold your leg. Please give me access."

She stood and unfastened her pants, dropping them to the floor. Some straps were loosened and she plopped back down on the couch and handed me the leg. I set it aside and reached for the stump. A compression stocking covered the stump. I reached to the top of the stocking and peeled it away. As I did I uncovered scars. Scars from incisions and stitches and scars from where the car's metal had cut and damaged her.

Shanna held her and they both cried. When the stump was bare I gently held it in my hands, massaging the skin, feeling the emotions she filled the leg with. 

I whispered, "Helen is beautiful. Helen is a gentle, sweet soul with an iron core of strength. Helen is loved. Shanna has loved her for years. Bob loved her. Pete loves her." I paused between each statement. The first time through I held and touched her bare stump. The second time though I touched both legs. Then I leaned forward and kissed her. Shanna put a hand on the short leg as I touched both legs. When I kissed her the second time Shanna moved her hand toward Helen's panties.

I repeated the entire process three times. When I leaned forward the third time she leaned forward to accept the kiss. Shanna pulled her sweats off and Helen and I kissed. 

When our kiss ended I leaned to Shanna and we kissed. Helen watched.

As that kiss ended Shanna leaned to Helen and they kissed. I lifted one of Helen's hands and placed it on Shanna's chest. "Feel her warmth, her love for you."

I let go of her hand and she slowly moved it down until she was cupping Shanna's breast.

"Feel the intimacy of your connection. Send Shanna the warmth of your love. Let Shanna feel your energy, your love, your promises for tomorrow."




Pussy Whipped



Helen backed away from Shanna and lifted her sweatshirt up and off. Scars showed and no longer mattered. She pressed her bare chest against Shanna and they kissed again. I leaned to her stump and kissed it. Next I kissed her long leg, just above the knee.

Shanna's hand reached for me and guided me to get up and move behind Helen. I understood what she wanted and stood. I undressed completely and stood on the couch with Helen between my legs. I lowered myself so I slid between her and the couch. She was between my legs and when I reached around her from the back and Shanna from the front we had her enveloped.

Shanna whispered. "You are whole. A complete spirit. A complete body. Complete, different, not less. You are available to the love we give you. Completely available to love and be loved."

I whispered, "Feel the skin touching your skin. Feel the warmth, the beating of three hearts giving life to us. Feel us breathe. We breathe each other in and we release that breath in love."

Helen sat very still for a long time. Her hand still held Shanna's breast.

We whispered and held and kissed her. She spoke in a whisper, "I am loved. I am whole. I am loved by Shanna and Pete. I am complete. Thank you."

Shanna kissed her. I kissed her neck. My hands held her torso, surrounding her with my arms. She took my hands and put them on her breasts. Both had scars. There was no hurrying. When the time was right Shanna stood up and helped Helen to stand. I stood and gathered Helen up, carrying her to the bedroom. I put her down in the middle of the bed. Shanna put herself next to her best friend and helped her spread her legs. 

I pulled her panties to the side and tasted Helen for the first time. As my tongue touched her I heard Shanna whisper, "Pete is your lover too. He loves you as I do. You are lovely. You can relax and let the feelings take you where they will. Our love surrounds you, protects you, helps you soar."

Her juices flowed and she began responding to the touch of my fingers and tongue within her most sacred places. I looked up and saw Shanna sucking on her breast and I saw Shanna's other hand stroking her own slit.

My hand joined Shanna's in her pussy and the three of us were joined. When Helen shuddered and arched her back I felt Shanna do the same. As they came they kissed.

I covered the three of us and we slept together in Shanna's bed. At quarter after six the alarm brought us rudely into the present. We kissed good morning even with morning breath. We showered together, holding Helen up and helping her get really clean. While they dressed I made breakfast. When it was time for them to leave for work I kissed them both good-bye and watched them go.

In between the alarm sounding and the door closing as they left, many, many kisses were shared.

I cleaned up the dinner and breakfast dishes, washed the sheets off the bed and cleaned the bathroom before I left for home.

At home I opened the door into the kitchen and saw the table was clean and empty. I opened the fridge and saw there were no cupcakes. I checked the freezer. No cupcakes. They weren't in my office or in my bedroom either.

From past experience I knew Beth had a mid-morning break at ten-fifteen. At ten-fourteen I called her.

"Good Morning, Pete!" She answered.

"I looked all over. Where are my cup cakes?"

"I was so mad at you for setting them out there, I threw them away!"

"I guess my note wasn't explicit enough. It said don't eat them. It should have said Don't touch them, move them or eat them."

"Please, let me finish. I threw them away right after I saw them. I made dinner and kept thinking about the cupcakes. They were in the trash, gone, out of sight but not out of mind. I got them out of the trash and walked them out to the alley and tossed the package into a dumpster. Two hours later I could still see them in my mind. I could almost taste them!"

"You went to the dumpster?"

"No, but I learned something. When I walked into the building this morning I saw a package of cupcakes at the coffee place on the first floor. I bought them and ate both of them before I got to my desk!"

I wanted to ask questions. I bit hard on my tongue and didn't.

"I understand now. I'm a chocolate cupcake. It was mean and heartless of me to deprive you of me, when I was right there in front of you."

"May I ask a question?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Does that mean you're taking the cupcake away or giving me what I asked for?"

"I just... I don't want sex!"

"Then get out, please."

"I will. I talked to my sister last night again and I'll be moving in with them this weekend."

"No. Your things can move this weekend. You're gone. I told you to decide by today. Your things could stay until the weekend but you needed to be out by today! I was clear. You've decided. I'll be a good guy. You and your sister and Rob can come by tonight before eight and get whatever you want. After eight, whatever is here stays until the weekend."

She didn't say anything. I just heard the click of the phone.

I made a trip to the home center and got a new lock set for the front and back doors, called the garage opener company and found out how to reprogram the garage door opener. The phone was ringing when I got home.

Rob said, "I thought we were friends."

"I thought so too. What's up?"

"I've got two crying women living here now. They're angry, upset and taking it out on me!"

"I've got something to say to you. I want you to know I understand what you're going through. There is a cure for the ailment I had and that you have. I had to stand up and say, "I haven't had enough of what I need. Either I get what I need or we're done!" That's the hardest thing I've ever said. She picked, we're done. Now you're in the position I was in. Your life is full of something you don't want and sure as hell don't need. I can't tell you what to do to cure it. I can just tell you the name of the ailment."

"I have the feeling I don't want to know."

"Ok. So, why did you call?"

"We're supposed to come to your house today to get all Beth's things. Can I come now? Maybe if I start now I can get it all done today."

"I'll be here. I'll leave the back door unlocked, just stroll on in. By the way, I bought a stack of boxes for you, just in case Beth chose moving out. I'll have them in the hallway for you."

Less than an hour later he came through the back door with two friends. They worked hard and because I am a nice guy I bought them a six pack of cold beer while they worked. My stereo played music they liked and they did get almost everything packed before Beth and Alison walked in. 

I'd seen Beth's car park on the street and turned down the stereo and collected the empty beer cans before she walked in. Alison arrived less than a minute later. I stayed out of sight the first few minutes they were there.

Rob wanted to know if they were taking the bed. Beth hesitated. I said, "Take it." She turned and saw me standing in the doorway. I said, "So far they haven't taken anything from the kitchen. You want anything?"

Alison said, "You should take kitchen stuff. You'll need it when you get your own place, someday." I saw Rob glance at me when Alison paused. I took two boxes off the floor into the kitchen. I didn't put anything in them.

Beth and Alison came into the kitchen and Beth said, "By the way, there's something wrong with the garage door."

"I don't think so."

"I hit the remote and it didn't budge."

"I reprogrammed it today. Your remote will probably work on a garage door in Alaska."

She reached into her purse and handed me the remote. "You might as well give it to your new woman. It won't work for me anymore."

"You say that like moving out was my idea. It isn't. You can stay and you know exactly what needs to happen for that to be true."

Alison looked at Beth and then at me. "If you don't mind, I'd like to know. I've heard Beth's side. I'd like to know your side."

"Not a problem. A little over two years ago I got sick and when they did surgery they screwed up inside me. I don't get erections any more. When we tried everything and nothing helped Beth said it would be Ok, there were lots of other things we could do for fun. We did those things until a few months ago. Beth decided she no longer wanted me to fondle her, play with her body or eat her pussy. She still wanted to sleep with me, but I wasn't allowed to touch the goods. It came to a head last week and I gave her a choice. She could live with me as a roommate, sleeping in the guest room or she could get out. The third choice was she could spread herself and let me eat her as often as I might want to. This morning she decided to move out. That's my side, the short version."

Alison just stood there. Beth was looking into an empty box on the kitchen counter. Rob stood in the doorway with his mouth open. After a few seconds Rob said, "We're done in the bedroom. What's left?"

I helped Alison pack a set of dished Beth had bought. They were white with a ring of flowers around the edge. I helped her pack eight wine glasses as well. Beth left the kitchen and used the bathroom. Rob and his friends took the two boxes from the kitchen and left. Alison and I were still in the kitchen when Beth came back.

Alison said, "You fucked up good this time. I got the impression he wanted to fuck your ass or tie you up or something weird. You really fucked up." She pushed Beth towards the door and said, "I'm sorry, Pete. I really am."

When the door closed the phone rang. I answered without even glancing at the caller ID. It was Rob.

"What is the name of the ailment?"

"Pussy Whipped."



Pussy-Whipped



When I was younger to be called 'pussy-whipped' were fighting words. No self-respecting man would allow his woman to run roughshod over him even if it meant he never got laid. Now that I've been married, more years than I care to admit there are no better words to describe my lifestyle than the PW word. When we were first married I would go out with my friends at least a few times a month and I'd have a beer with my buddies after work at least as many times. My wife never complained or asked me not to go but somehow down through the years I've lost interest on those things and in fact my wife now has more guy friends than I do.

We never go see guy films but only chic flicks and yet she always asks me to choose the movie. There is a much bigger chance we will be watching something like Grays Anatomy rather than the Lakers when we watch TV. One of our favorite evenings in, is where I draw her a hot bath as she undresses and then while she enjoys a good soaking I clean up the kitchen from the dinner I've made. When I'm finished I go and scrub her back for her as well as her feet, I just love rubbing her scented body wash into her pretty toes scrubbing each one at a time. When she is finished, I hold the hand held shower for her to rinse and to wash her hair. Next I hold her favorite extra large, extra soft towel for her as she gets out of the tub and I dry her off head to toe. I then hold the hair dryer for her as she dries and combs her hair.

Next, we adjourn to the bedroom where she lays on the bed naked and I massage her favorite body lotion into her from neck down to those precious toes. She then moves to the big wing back chair we have in our room and I trot into the kitchen to fetch her favorite Pinot. As my wife relaxes with a glass of wine and one of her sultry romance novels, I will give her a pedicure. She says she loves the way I paint her toenails and I of course, love the privilege of playing with her toes. As she enjoys her wine and her book she pays no attention to me unless her novel gets extra steamy and then she will say, "Roger I need you," This means she needs my tongue to relieve the pressure building inside her womb. I stop my chore and move up between her legs to put my face into her slit. I look up to see she is still reading and paying no heed to my busy tongue but as her orgasm approaches she will grab my head to make sure I hold it in the right place until her climax eases. She will now either take her hand away whereas I continue to orally pleasure her or if she feels temporarily sated she will push my head away and I then go back to work on her toes. Although it is not something I've been asked to do when her toes are finished l always stay and blow gently on them until the paint is dry. She loves to wear toe-less shoes and sandals and when people remark on her pedi she always brags that I am the one who paints her nails. This is very embarrassing to me and yet I feel pride as well.

Now the wine is done and she is ready for bed and sleep, as for me I have a throbbing erection. Like a typical male, I usually end up begging for sex and if she feels up to it, she will allow me to mount her. She knows that as I have been in a state of arousal for so long, I will not last and she is right. One of her rules for us having coitus is that I have to clean up my mess with my tongue. Years ago, I had major problems with this after I climaxed and my desire lessoned but she taught me to get use to it by merely sitting on my face until I did the job right. If she is extra tired or just doesn't want to put up with my thrashing around as she calls it she sends me off to the bathroom to make my mess in the toilet. When I return humiliated but at last satisfied she is usually already asleep. 

How did I get this pussy-whipped you may ask, well that is an interesting story. She was younger than I and far less experienced as I had already been married once and the wife and I got into swinging even involving threesomes with both sexes. Yet her sex drive drove me crazy, as we could not get enough of each other. We had been dating for a while but before I realized what was happening she had moved in with me. This was not something I wanted but we kept fucking so much I lost my resolve to make her leave.

We would make love all weekend long, never leaving the bedroom except maybe to eat something. The desire she welled up inside me caused an incredible amount of stamina and the number of orgasms I was having were unbelievable. I would go to work Monday with my penis so red and sore it would hurt to hold it when I urinated.

One Sunday, I couldn't give you the date but it is a day I will never forget, after we had just finished another round of lovemaking. We were both covered in sweat and I was still panting from all our exertion, lying next to her I told her how much she turned me on. She called me her pussy slave and I laughed and told her no way.

"Yes you are a slave to my pussy and I can make you do anything I want."

I told her she was crazy and her answer was,

"OK I'll just prove it to you."

She hopped up and waddled naked into the bathroom as I watched her pretty little butt sway back and forth. I heard drawers and cupboards opening and closing, and then soon she came out holding my electric razor. She walked up to me as I lie on my back with my hands behind my head. She held the razor out to me and said,

"I want you to shave off your mustache."

This must be some kind of joke I thought and I told her no way I have had my stache for almost ten years and I was not about to shave it off. She sat the razor on the nightstand and climbed up on my chest, putting her knees on my upper arms. I am much bigger and stronger than her and could have thrown her off me as easy as one would do to a child. However, she had another power over me and it was staring at me from between her legs. As she towered over me, I was looking directly into that special place. There was semen dried and scaly looking on her thigh and dried bits tangled in her pubes. Between her labia, I could see another drop slowly oozing out.

"I'm not going to let you eat me until you shave you're mustache off for me." 

"Your all messy and full of cum, I wouldn't want to eat you anyway,"  

I told her. I watched enthralled as she spread her legs opening her slit as if it were a flower blooming. She took a finger and wiped up that fresh drop of cum, then held it in front of my face.

"What's a matter baby don't you like the taste of your own cum, you don't mind feeding it to me but you won't even taste it?"

She spread it on my lips as I moved my head trying to avoid her. As I said I could have just tossed her aside but all I could think about was that lovely flower opening for me to view and so close. She pushed her finger now nearly clean in my mouth and I sucked on it as if it was a little cock.

"Now that's a good boy here have another taste." 

I watched as she now stuck her finger deep into her folds, wiggling it and bringing out a finger full of my slime. I sucked it clean and then another one just like it. She now rose up off her knees, leaning forward, and even though I lifted my head I could not reach her treasure. She was so close I could see the little droplets of her desire form at the top of her labia and start their slow trickle downward.

"Not so fast baby you've got a shaving job to do first."

I knew this was a test and in fact, she had often told me she liked my mustache. What did I care if I shaved, I could always just grow it back, but I kept hearing this warning from deep inside me that if I gave in, our relationship would no longer be in my control. Silly me if I had given it any thought I would have seen I had lost control the minute she had moved in without even asking.

We were in what I would call a stalemate but of course, I was so wrong. She pushed her hips even farther apart thus exposing her womb and clitoris to me. I broke my stare into the wonders of her womanhood and looked up toward her face. She had small breasts that embarrassed her and yet her nipples and aeriola were both large. Both nipples now were fully erect and tinted a pinkish red. Her red curly hair already wild and unbrushed was now matted to the sides of her head. She reminded me of a modern medusa in whose powers I was now trapped. Her smile turned evil, as she understood that she now had me. She asked again if I was ready to shave and although I was weakening, I shook my head knowing I had to remain strong if I ever was to keep my manhood. That smile remained, nestled among the freckles on her face and her pale blue eyes glimmered. I should have understood she was merely toying with me as a cat might do with a mouse and as was the mouse I was way our of my league.

Her movement brought my concentration back to between her thighs where her clit now fully uncovered from its tiny hood was standing and ready for attention. She began to rub it ever so softly as even I knew that in this agitated state it was far too sensitive to be even touched. She brought her digit to my lips and I knew to coat it with saliva for her to use as lubrication.

My own erection so far completely ignored was now throbbing and I was so excited I actually thought I might faint. It was then I knew I was a broken man and I told her I would shave if she would just please let me lick her. She said not a word but reached over to pick up my razor. She turned it on and handed it to me, I ran it across my stash pulling out more hair than I shaved and as she watched me bow to her wishes she climaxed. After her orgasm, she got off me and led me to the bathroom by my penis so I could finish the job. It was only after I had a smooth upper lip was I allowed back to bed where we made love.

After that, I only fell deeper and deeper under her control until all I wanted to do was to please her. She didn't have to threaten or even order me, as I was more than willing to do her biding. She would brag to her friends about all I did for her but she allowed me a tiny bit of dignity by not bragging of my servitude to my friends.

Yes, I admit to the world that I am pussy whipped and even if my wife asked me to sever my balls and let her carry them around in her purse I would do it. I am sure that many of you think of me as weak, not much of a man and perhaps you are right but believe me I am a happy and satisfied and so is my wife. To tell the truth the sexiest thing I can hear from my bride is when she says,

"Thank you dear you made me happy." 



Pussy Whipped!



Introduction

By way of an introduction this story is largely fiction, but is still rooted in some fact, so let's say it's fictiony. I have an uncle, now deceased. He and his wife had a big bunch of kids. Let's put things in perspective; you could have a bunch of kids, a big bunch, or a whole big bunch. He had his own gas station and a mind of his own. He didn't take any shit off any man, but was he ever the doting husband and loyal son. There's an interesting totally true story about him, his brothers, and the Ku Klux Klan. I'll tell it one day when I write a later story. I remember eating dinner a lot at their house when I was growing up. Their mom gave a hell of a lot orders, but it was dad who always said grace, if you know what I mean. He was the one who taught me how to ride. He ate a whole quart of raw oysters once and got sick as a dog. They were Chincoteague oysters so they were extra sweet and a lot more tender than what most people get nowadays. It's like you couldn't eat just one. 

I hope you like this story. It's my third entry into the Loving Wives genre. I want to thank everyone who has made comments and suggestions about Tommy and Sandy and Painful Payback. I'm trying to do better, and I'm taking your comments seriously. My next two tales will be totally fiction, but I have another I'll do later based on a cousin I grew up with. I still haven't asked my oldest daughter to edit any of these yet so I hope you'll be courteous when you find a mistake. Don't just shit on me. On Tommy and Sandy I really screwed up on the dates didn't I? I don't know how I missed that miner versus minor thing; just stupidity I guess. You don't have to agree with that. Well here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy it. 

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November 7th circa 3:30 p.m.:

I stirred my hot tea for about fiftieth time. I thought about dropping in another lump of sugar thinking that might make it a little less tasteless. I pondered the other three quarters of the club sandwich I'd ordered but couldn't eat, "I tell you Bev I just don't know what to do." 

Beverly Camel is my older sister. Ever since I could remember whenever I had a problem, she was the one I could always, and I mean always, turn to. 

Now let's see I must go on, "Bev everything started out so good. I always get home from my job first. I fix a nice supper. I always try to fix one of Bill's favorites. We eat, wash the dishes together, and then we slip into the bedroom for some great sex. Later we'll lay in bed watch some TV, and maybe do it again.

I watched as Beverly listened attentively and nodded her head reflectively. I knew I was doing the right thing. Beverly was the smarter one, the thinker. She had such a creative mind. I could tell she was figuring things out, "Like I said Bev everything was great until about four weeks ago. Then Bill started coming home and acting differently; now he gobbles up dinner as fast as he can, and then he bails out." 

Annie went on, "He used to be so mannerly; now he's different. Like when I fix spaghetti; he used to eat it with a big spoon. You know, twirl it around in the spoon and eat it the way they do on those TV shows. But the other night when I fixed spaghetti; you know what he did? He scooped it up and slapped it on a piece of bread, then he folded the bread over and ate it like a sandwich. I swear Bev he deliberately smacked his lips and ate with his mouth all open just to embarrass me." 

She couldn't stop, "I feel awful. Now after he eats he just jumps in his old Camaro, tells me he's out for the evening, and he drives off. I don't know what to do. I miss my old Bill."

Bev nodded and listened.

I saw the concerned look in my sister's eyes, "I tell you Bev. We've hardly been married a year. You don't think he's found another woman? I just don't know where he goes. Gee Bev we've been talking about a house and kids!"

Beverly listened. Annie was her little sister, the baby of the family. There was an older brother Gary, and of course mom and dad. Beverly took her sister's hand, "Let's keep this to ourselves right now. Christ, if we tell Gary he'll be out looking for Bill. If he finds him and Bill's up to something you know he'll beat the shit out of him. We can't say anything to mom and either. Mom's not well, and you know dad. He doesn't like Bill all that much as it is. Dad wanted you to go to college; but in his own words, 'you had to marry the greasy auto jock'. Jesus, I'd hate to think it if dad turned out to be right."

Then Beverly rolled her eyes and added, "Damn, if dad found out Bill was disappearing like that after dinner every night you know he'd load the shotgun and that'd be all she wrote."

Annie frowned, "I didn't say he went out every night. Sometimes he stays home. He likes to watch Dancing with the Stars and he has his favorite mysteries. You know NCIS. A lot of times he brings home technical manuals. He's really serious about staying ahead with the tech. stuff. But when he's home now, I just don't know, it's just different. Now in bed it's always just a slam bam thank you ma'am, and then off to the TV. He acts like he doesn't even care if I do anything anymore! I used to really get off; now it's more like shaking hands. Gosh Bev I really like making love, and until lately Bill was such a considerate lover. He always made sure I had my... um, my...you know. Oh, I could just cry."

Beverly squeezed her sister's hand, "You don't know where he goes?"

"I thought about following him a couple times," answered Annie, "but what if he saw me, or worse what if I saw him with, well. I don't think I could handle it. Bev I love him so much. I just don't know what to do."

One Month Earlier, September 5th:

Bill was sitting around the picnic table outside the garage having lunch with three of the guys. 

There was Fred. He was twenty-two, unmarried, and just getting over a gut wrenching break up with his high school sweetheart. They'd been a pretty much exclusive item since their junior year, but then he caught her with one of the boys who went to the local university. She'd more or less dumped him; she'd traded up you might say. Fred did the tire work; he did the simple things like tire pressure, valve stems, balancing, and repairing flats.

Then there's Buck. At thirty-six Buck was the oldest, divorced, and a confirmed woman hater. He'd caught his wife in bed with the boss at his last place of employment. He'd pulled the guy off his wife and beat the shit out him right there in their bedroom. He'd paid a hefty fine and spent a few days in jail for it. Of course, after that his wife left; took their two kids with her too. Buck operated the alignment machine when he wasn't running errands for Mary their forty something office secretary.

Last of the group was Barry. Barry was twenty-seven, married, and paying on a mortgage and two cars. When he left the garage in the afternoon he went to his other full time job working the second shift at the paper mill. He seldom saw his wife and new baby, but he suspected she was up to something with one of the neighbors. He wanted to do something, maybe find out, but he was so damned tired all the time he just couldn't pull it together, just no energy. 

That left Bill. He and Annie had been married just ten months. Annie was the world to Bill; she was a pretty little thing, short brown hair, dark brown eyes, kind of mousy really, but he loved the living shit out of her. 

Annie's dad was an administrator who worked out of the central offices for the county public schools. He'd gotten his little girl a decent job as a secretary at the nearby middle school. Bill liked the money she brought in; it helped with the bills, and maybe they'd be able to save a little to buy a house in a year or two. 

Annie's dad didn't like Bill; in fact he never liked him. He thought Annie could have done better. He believed Annie only married him as a way to show him, her dad that is; that he couldn't tell her what to do. The idea his daughter actually had fallen in love with and married an auto mechanic never crossed his mind.

Though Bill was still 'the kid' in the garage, he was their best mechanic. He knew his job, and could fix just about anything. Bill thought he was smart in other ways too. He imagined if he got a little help; he could start his own garage. He already had a pretty reliable clientele. 

Fred ripped off another big piece of the sub he'd bought. All the guys except Bill ordered out to the Subway or bought something at MacDonald's every day. Mostly they got the Subway cold cut; sometimes Fred got a hot sub. Today he was working on a steak sub, "Bill you can't trust em. I tell you, if you aren't on your toes they'll lie to you and cheat on you the first chance they get."

"I don't know Fred," replied Bill, "Annie's a good girl. I trust her."

Buck was picking the onions out of his sub when he said, "I wished I'd handled things differently with my ex. I know what I did wrong. I gave in too much, and I let her have her way about everything. I mean a man's got to be a man. He's got to keep his foot on his wife's neck or she'll run out on him."

Bill took a bite of his homemade bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich Annie had fixed for him and put in his metal lunchbox that morning. The bread must have been a little stale, because she'd toasted it. He didn't like crumbly bread so if it was a day or two old she usually put it in the toaster. Sometimes she'd cut the crusts off if she thought it wasn't just right. He checked the inside of his lunch pail to see if she remembered his pudding. There were two napkins crumpled in the corner of the lunchbox; a small plastic spoon was wrapped inside them. Annie preferred to make her own pudding instead of buying the stuff they sold at the supermarket. She always stuffed a huge gob of the stuff in a Tupperware container for him. She said her 'homemade' tasted better and was better for him because it didn't have all those preservatives in it. He saw she had his iced tea in another Tupperware container. He'd already drunk all the flavored coffee she'd fixed and poured in his thermos. Annie made good coffee, and she'd bought his favorite flavoring, that unsweetened almond flavor he liked so much. It made his coffee taste extra good early in the morning. 

Bill listened to the guys, "I don't think I have to worry about Annie."

Barry scoffed, "Ever wonder why her old man got her the job at the middle school?"

"Well, he loves his daughter, and he knows we're trying to save up for a house and maybe kids later on."

Buck chuckled, "Yeah, what about those young college educated school teachers? You got a hot wife Bill. If you're not careful she'll be trading up like little Freddie's sweetheart here."

Fred didn't like that, "I hate the bitch, and I hate the smug little fucker she ran off with."

"Buck's right Bill," added Barry, "your wife's a hottie. One of these days she's going to see there's more to life than being a mechanics wife."

"If I were you Bill," said Fred, "I'd start to stick it to her now, before she gets too uppity."

"Uppity," asked Bill?

"Shit Fred's right," intoned Buck, "you gotta keep her in her place now so she knows who the boss is. Otherwise you'll be shit out of luck."

"How do I do that," Bill innocently inquired?

Barry smiled wisely, "You've got to keep her on her toes. Keep her guessing. Never let her know what's up."

Bill looked at Barry, but he didn't understand.

Buck smiled, "Yeah, keep her guessing. Hey I bet you go home every night and just sit around and watch the tube or something don't you?" 

"Well yeah," replied Bill.

"So she knows what's up all the time," clucked Fred, "look my man, don't you ever like just go out. Christ Bill no one ever sees you out. You ever thought about just getting out. You know shaking off the cobwebs, kicking up your heels a little."

Fred chortled, "Yeah. Like getting out with the guys. Tossing off a few, maybe squeezing some fresh meat down at the tavern." 

Bill was nonplussed, "You mean cheat on Annie? I could never do that."

"No, of course not," answered Barry, "what he means is to get out, see the boys, having a brew, maybe just flirt a little bit, knock off a game of pool or two, play some darts. You know, come home with a little foreign perfume on you every now and then just to keep her guessing; just to keep her worried, wondering."

"Yeah," piped up Buck, "just to keep her off guard."

Bill answered, "Oh I couldn't do that; it would hurt her feelings. She wouldn't understand. Beside I think it would be wrong."

Fred laughed, "Hey, guess what?"

"No what?"

Buck hit it, "You're pussy whipped!"

Pissed at that Bill shot back, "Bull shit! I'm no pussy. What, you calling me a wimp?"

Barry laughed, "If the shoe fits."

Just then the garage foreman stepped outside; he was a real asshole, a total piece of worthless shit, "You all coming back to work, or do I to tell Mack?" Mack was the owner; and a nice guy as long as everyone pulled their weight, but he could be a real prick if he thought anyone was slacking. Of course the biggest slacker in the company was the fat fuck yelling at them right now.

Fred called back, "We're coming."

++++++++++++++++++++

The next day, September 6th, while Bill was intently reaching up working on a Volvo transmission Buck sneaked up on him. Barry was right behind. Buck real quick snapped a dog collar around Bill's neck. Barry slipped a lock through the hole at the end of the tongue of collar and clipped it shut. It was a big one and bright red; something one would put on a Labrador or a German shepherd.

Bill leaped back, "Hey, what the..."

Fred laughed, "Yeah, that's you! Little Billy Boy, the neighborhood lap dog!"

Bill reached up and felt the collar. The other guys in the shop were staring. Some started to laugh.

Bill pulled at the collar, "Hey you bastards get this off!" He reached for a large pair of shears.

Buck stayed his hand, "No, I think you should wear it, at least till lunch time anyway."

Barry grinned, "Yeah, wear it a while. It looks good on you."

They made Bill wear the fucking collar all morning. Mary even came out to the garage to see it. Bill felt humiliated. He didn't speak to any of the guys the rest of the day, but he swore that night, instead of staying home, he'd slip down to the Sunset, the local tavern, and have a beer just to show everybody he wasn't the pussy whipped wimp they thought he was.

3:00 p.m. November 8th:

Annie had just gotten home from work; the phone was ringing so she picked it up, "Hello."

"Annie this is Bev. I've got an idea."

Annie was all ears, "You do?"

"Yeah, listen. Since you're afraid to check up on Bill I've been talking to a couple of the girls. They've seen him around. He isn't going anywhere. He mostly just goes to the Sunset, buys one maybe two beers, and then he hangs around just listening to the other guys talk. Sometimes one of barflies, one of the piggies with nothing to do will try to hit on him, but he pretty much keeps his distance."

"What do you mean pretty much," asked Annie?

Bev responded, "I don't know actually, except they said there are a couple girls who like to tease him. You know; act like they want to get in his pants, but so far he's held them off."

Annie was concerned, "What's so far mean?"

Beverly chided, "Come on Annie, you know Bill's a good guy. He wouldn't do anything wrong; he'd never get out of line. I heard maybe once or twice he's let one of them give him a peck on the cheek, maybe let one squeeze that muscular ass he has a little, no big deal."

"Hold it," a slightly pissed Annie replied, "I'm the one who's supposed to be pecking those cheeks, and if anybody's squeezing Bill's ass it should only be me. I don't like the sound of this. Is there anything else I need to hear?"

"Well," answered Bev, "There's a dance floor."

Annie sighed, "Well that's OK; Bill's not much of a two stepper."

Beverly wasn't helpful, "No, but I heard he's been doing some slow numbers with a couple of the girls."

"Oh heck no Bev, Anybody I know?"

"Now don't get upset. You remember Gwen Bitterman and her sister Laurie?"

"Those two," winced Annie, "Yes I remember them, especially Laurie. She's always had trouble keeping her hands off my Bill. Oh Bev what should I do?"

Bev answered, "I thought about it. I think you should see for yourself. I'll get some of the girls and we'll go with you. We'll keep you hidden. We can slip in for just a few minutes, see what's going on, leave, and then see if we need to do anything."

"OK, when?"

"Well let's see. This is Wednesday. Thursdays are pretty busy at the Sunset. I'll get a couple of the gang to go with us as a smokescreen. We'll slip in Thursday night say around 8:00 p.m. You can scope the situation out and leave without being seen."

Annie felt a knot tighten in her stomach. What if her Bill was up to no good? It made her sick to think about it, but there was no other way. She had to see for herself, "Thursday then, if Bill skips out of the house we'll follow."

Bill was out that Wednesday night. He usually got home around 10:00. Annie thought, Thursday, tomorrow; she wouldn't make it easy for him.

Tomorrow-Thursday Afternoon, November 9th:

Annie had taken off work early. She'd run to the supermarket and bought a rack of ribs, some sweet potatoes, and fresh green beans. She knew she wouldn't have time to make a pie from scratch so she bought a frozen cherry pie, and some ice cream to scoop over it. 

She spent all afternoon cooking. Ribs were one of Bill's favorite meals. She figured if she could entice him with food and maybe a little sex he might not go out at all that night. If he stayed home with her there wouldn't be any need to find out if he'd been naughty. She preferred the word naughty; it sounded less threatening. She knew her Bill could never be bad; no, not her Bill.

That afternoon before Bill got home Annie took a hot shower. She shaved her legs, trimmed her Suzie, that was their pet name for her vagina, polished her nails, did her hair up real nice, and put on some fresh makeup. She slipped on the tiny hooped earrings Bill had bought her along with the thin matching necklace. She pulled on a pair of lacy silk panties, her special white silky camisole, no bra; she wanted her pert little 34Bs to jiggle around just a little for when he got home. She had on her prettiest white blouse with the perky peter-pan collar she knew he liked, and she put on her black pleated mini-skirt, another of his favorites. She capped it all off with a pair of white ankle socks and her low heeled black shoes. Last she dabbed on some of the expensive perfume Bill had bought her. 

Annie checked herself out in the mirror. She was convinced she was every little boy's, and in this case, young man's idea of the perfect wet dream. She was standing at the front door of their rented house when Bill pulled up.

Bill got out of his Camaro and headed straight for the front door. He'd been the target of some serious ribbing all afternoon. Annie had put a love note and a tiny flower in his lunch kit that day, and the guys had been merciless. Actually he liked it when she did shit like that; it made him feel special. He noticed none of the other guy's wives did anything like that, but he'd kept his mouth shut. Yeah he liked it, but it was embarrassing sometimes too.

Bill walked in and right by Annie. He didn't look up or anything. He just walked on by, "I have to take a quick shower. I'm meeting some of the guys again tonight."

Annie was surprised and hurt. She'd done herself up special. She'd fixed him ribs. He didn't even say hi or anything. He used to kiss her when he got home. She didn't even get that tonight. She followed him down the hall, "Bill didn't you notice anything when you came in?"




Pussy Whipped!



He didn't even look back, "Yeah, you vacuumed."

She had vacuumed; she wanted everything to be perfect, "Did you notice anything else?"

Bill smelled the ribs. Damn they smelled good too. Shit, if he stayed home tonight he'd be ruined tomorrow. The guys would ride him all day. He went to the bathroom and stripped down. He took a quick shower, then he slipped into their bedroom and pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and a clean Tee-shirt. He stalked back into the kitchen.

Annie was standing there. Her were big eyes and looked all juicy. She had her pretty little white apron on. Christ she looked beautiful. Why the hell did she do this tonight? Crap, he'd give anything to stay home. He saw the table, the ribs, the sweets, the beans. He saw the pie on the kitchen counter. She'd even put candles on the table. Damn it! He needed this! His wife! Her good home cooking! This was perfect. Why'd did she have to do this tonight?

He tried to smile, "Annie I have to go; the guys are expecting me." He literally flew out the door. Was he ever a crazy asshole.

Annie followed Bill to the door. She called out, "Bill I made you a special dinner! Bill!"

He was gone.

Annie was in tears. Here was this great big meal; all his favorite foods. She'd even bought parsley. She was all dressed up, and Bill didn't even care. He hadn't even looked. She grabbed the phone and called her sister, "Bev get over here right now! I need you!"

Beverly was there a few minutes later. She climbed out of her car and walked into Anne's kitchen. She saw Annie. She saw the elaborate spread, "Oh Annie."

"Bev he didn't even look. He didn't even take a taste. Look at me; am I that ugly?"

Beverly pulled her sister into a chair and sat down beside her, "Sweetie I've some more to tell you."

Annie whimpered, "Oh no, it's that Laurie isn't it?"

Beverly pulled her sister into her arms, "No, not at all. I had a long talk with Mary, the secretary at Bill's garage."

Frightened, Annie looked up, scared, the older woman, "Oh no! Not..."

Beverly laughed reassuringly, "No, nothing like that. Mary filled me in on what's been going on. Let me tell you. Some of the men where Bill works are real losers; they're a bunch of cuckolds, divorcees, and overworked older men, and they've been riding our Bill."

"Riding?"

"Yes, they've been teasing him mercilessly. Mary said one day they even locked a dog collar on him."

"A dog collar? Why that?"

Beverly explained, "They wanted him to think you had him on a leash, like you were his master and he was your bitch."

"That's terrible," Annie exclaimed, "we've got to do something. I'm going up to that garage tomorrow and tell them off!"

Beverly hugged her sister, "No sugar, that's the last thing you need to do. I've got this figured out, but first let's slip up to the Sunset and see just what's really up."

Annie sniffed, "OK, but first let me put some of this food away."

Together Beverly and Annie got everything in the frig.

Beverly looked her sister over and decided she shouldn't try to change. It was already nearly 8:00 p.m., and this evening was more a scope out than anything.

Thursday, November 9th; 8:15 p.m.

Annie, Beverly, and four of their friends slipped in the rear door of the Sunset Lounge. The jukebox was blaring out an old George Strait song. Hanging along the bar were perhaps fifteen guys all wearing one or another type of dirty baseball cap. Some had on a John Deere, and another a Caterpillar, there were a few tool caps, a Husqvarna, a Stihl, and even an old Orioles cap. Yeah, like most of the time, it was Redneck night at the old Sunset. 

The first thing Annie noticed was her Bill at the bar. He looked like he was nursing a cold Coors Lite; that was his style, something cold and tasty but low in alcohol content. He wasn't wearing a cap. He never wore one of those ratty things. He had a good head of long brown hair. It wasn't all shaggy or anything, just a little long; it pooped down just a tad over his ears, and when he wore a button up shirt it just encroached on the collar a teensy bit. His hair went nicely with his big brown bedroom eyes. For sure, one thing Bill wasn't, he was no stupid redneck. Another for sure; he was easily the best looking man in the tavern, a real catch, her catch. 

If a stranger were to walk in and look around they'd know right away Bill didn't fit in there. Her Bill; well he was just a cut above all the others, and she wasn't being prejudiced, it was just true. 

There were four girls all around him; one was Laurie. They all looked like skanky cheap little piranhas ready to swim in and take a bite out of her man. They were all dressed like whores; too much makeup, ass high mini-skirts, low cut blouses, not a bra in the pack. Annie looked down; she wasn't wearing a bra either. Yeah, but her boobs were perky and firm; those girls' were all overweight and hanging down. 

Laurie's hands were all over Bill. Bridget's hands, another one of Bills old girlfriends, looked like she about to grab his crotch. Bill seemed to be fending her off with his eyes. In fact Annie didn't think Bill looked all that comfortable. Annie knew he knew he didn't belong there.

Annie and Beverly discreetly watched as Laurie pulled Bill out on the dance floor. It was a slow dance, and the floor was small and crowded. They watched as Laurie tried to put the moves on Annie's husband. It was obvious Bill wasn't comfortable. Laurie, with her big floppy tits, frizzy bleached hair and bulged out, beer belly stomach was pressed up against him as close as she could get; her puffed out crotch in her too tight mini was nearly inside his zipper. Bill seemed to be backing away as they danced. 

Annie whispered over to her sister, "I've seen enough."

Bev looked down, "You sure?"

"Yeah, I've got the picture. You can take me home now."

++++++++++++++++++++

About an hour and a half later Bill almost insolently strolled in the front door of their home. He expected Annie to be up and waiting for him. He was a little surprised to find she'd already gone to bed. She was quietly asleep, well almost quietly, Annie snored, but her snoring always had a delicate soft murmuring quality. It was just another one of the many really nice things he liked about her. Even when she snored she sounded soft and feminine. He got out of his jeans and slipped into bed.

Bill lay there awhile, and wondered if he knew what he was doing. Hell he thought; if I wanted to be honest, I was being a real jerk. Annie is a good girl, and I love her like crazy. Why have I let those assholes at work twist me around like they do? OK, one more night. Tomorrow was Friday. I'll go out, have one beer, and leave early, then I'll come back to my adorable little woman. I'll start to make things up to her when I get back tomorrow night. 

Friday, November 10th, 3:00 p.m.

Beverly and Annie were sitting in Annie's kitchen. Beverly looked at her sister, "Ok, we've got it figured out, right?"

Annie replied, "Yes, Bill is too sure of me. He thinks I'm some kind of floor mat so he's letting the assholes he works with run his life and ruin mine."

"So," Beverly added. "If we make it look like he's starting to lose you, what happens?"

"We make it look like I'm not so easy anymore. Like I'm not available."

"Yes," chirped Beverly, "No one is more desirable then when it seems like you can't have them," 

Annie smiled and stretched, "It's like when you hear about a party, and you tell everyone you didn't want to go, but then someone says you weren't invited anyway, and you get pissed off, put out, you get that oh shit well the hell with you feeling."

Beverly grinned evilly at Annie, "This is war girl."

Annie smiled back, "I've played this game before. That's how I got him the first time. I played hard to get, and then I reeled him in like he was a just another large mouthed bass. I did it once. I can do it again."

"Yes," intoned Beverly, "phase one starts tonight."

++++++++++++++++++++

Bill pulled up in front of their rental, got out, and started up the lawn. He went in the house. He looked around, but Annie wasn't there. On the table was a sandwich wrapped in cellophane and a note. He checked the sandwich. Bologna, Yuk. He opened the note and read it.

"Bill I'm out with the girls for the evening. Be back later. Left a sandwich. See you tonight." Love, Annie

"Damn," thought Bill, "What kind of shit is this? She went out without telling me? Where'd she go? With who? Girls? Which girls?" He picked up the phone and called Annie's sister on her cell, "Hello Beverly?"

Beverly replied, "Bill? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Annie's not home. Do you know where she is?" 

Beverly was driving toward the Sunset Lounge. Annie was right beside her, "Annie? No. You say she's not home?"

"No, she left a note saying she was going out with some girlfriends. Who do you suppose she's with?"

Now there were girlfriends, and there were girlfriends; some were nice, some not so nice. Beverly answered, "Oh I don't know for sure. Annie's been on the phone a lot with Alice Carmel and Dorothy Landis. They wanted her to go out with them."

Bill answered, "OK, thanks," He hung up the phone. Damn Alice and Dorothy were both divorced women, both had been caught having affairs. This wasn't funny. He dashed down the hall to get a change of clothes. He'd go to the Sunset first, then the Stables, and last, Heaven forbid, the Stockade.

Beverly and Annie had it all planned; first they'd go to the Stables, Beverly would hide but they'd make sure everyone saw Annie, then they'd go to the Sunset, after that the Wagon Wheel, and last the Stockade. If Beverly and Annie had Bill figured correctly; he'd be right behind them hunting the same places. All they needed to do was be out, make sure Annie was seen, and stay one step ahead of Bill. Best of all Beverly had called one of her men friends from work to meet them at the Stockade. He would pick Annie up and take her straight home. All Bill would know was that his wife had left the Stockade with some man. 

Bill pulled into the Sunset. It was a little after 7:00 p.m.; the girls had been out for over an hour already. He walked up to the bartender, "Hey Ben, You haven't seen Annie have you?"

Ben replied, "Oh yeah, she just left with the Landis woman. They said they'd already been to the Stable to check out the guys. I think they said something about the Wagon Wheel."

Bill grimaced, "You said check out the guys?"

The bartender grinned, "Yeah, you know, scope out the talent." He poured it on a little, "Boy Bill, Annie looked really hot. You should have seen the guys looking her over."

Bill fled the Sunset, got in his car and sped off for the Wagon Wheel. When he got there he asked if anyone had seen his wife. One guy said he'd seen Annie at the Stables; she'd been here but had left just a few minutes ago. 

Another guy came up and asked, "Hey Bill; you two still together?"

Bill ignored the question and asked one of his own, "Did they say where they were going?"

The guy answered, "They said they were on their way to the Stockade."

Shit thought Bill; the Stockade. There were drug dealers at the Stockade; there were guys there who liked to use Roofies and Ecstasy. He sure didn't want Annie hooked up with any of that. He got in his car and sped off again.

Bill got to the Stockade just in time to see his wife go inside. Christ she was wearing her midnight blue cocktail dress and matching dark blue hose and shoes. He'd forbidden her to wear that dress unless he was with her. Whenever she wore it she attracted too much attention. Didn't she know how hot she was? Gosh was he glad he got there in time.

Parking was terrible, the lot was nearly full. He had to drive around to find a spot Finally he found one.

He walked in the Stockade. What could be worse the local band they'd hired was playing an old John Anderson song. The lyrics made him cringe. It was just the thing he didn't want his beautiful wife to hear. He listened to the chorus, 'she just started likin cheatin songs...he didn't know if it was the cheatin she liked or just the melody...'

God he looked around. Where was she? He'd just seen her come in. Just as he spotted her three girls he used to know spotted him. They all gathered around him. He was trying to get to his wife, and now he was corralled by a bunch of girls he used to know but had blown off. 

He saw Annie. She was with some big guy at the far end of the bar. The guy had on one of those shiny suits. He looked like a real sleaze; not Annie's type at all. He called out, "Annie! Annie!"

She must not have heard him. He watched as she walked out the side door with the big guy. Who the hell was he, and why was she leaving with him? He fought his way to the end of the bar and to the side door just in time to see his wife climb in a big black Mercedes. He yelled again, "Annie!"

Annie got in the Mercedes, and looked over at the man, "You know what to do."

The guy smiled, "I'm supposed to take you straight home."

Annie sat back, "Did he see us?"

He answered, "He sure did."

She let her head rock back on the leather upholstered seat, "Good."

Bill jumped in his Camaro and took off, but where? He'd lost sight of the Mercedes. He knew he was fucked. He checked the clock. It was half past eleven. He might as well just go home and wait. He'd give her the benefit of the doubt, but if she were out too late, then...well...oh shit.

The guy driving Annie home looked over, "You don't suppose?"

Annie looked back, "Not a chance."

The guy took her home like Beverly said. 

It took Bill just over thirty minutes to go straight from the Stockade to their house. When he got home he saw the kitchen and the living-room lights were on. They'd been off when he left. He parked his car and ran to the front door. It was unlocked. He ran inside. There was Annie stretched out on their sofa.

"Annie, where have you been?"

She looked up, stretched, and smiled warmly, "Oh hi Bill. Did you go out too?"

"You know I did. Where were you? Why didn't you tell me you were going out to tonight? Why didn't you tell me where you were going? I've been worried sick. And who was that guy who brought you home?"

Annie sat up and yawned, "Oh him, that was Owen Womack." Then she told a fib, "He's one of the science teachers at the school where I work. He was telling me how he and his wife had just split. I really felt sorry for him. He's such a nice guy."

Bill was apoplectic, "You were out with a divorced man?"

"Oh no," answered Annie, "he's only separated. It's his fault too. He admitted it. His wife caught him with another woman."

Bill felt like he was going to piss his pants. His wife had been with a philanderer, but then he thought; hey wait a minute, he'd come straight home from the Stockade and Annie was already here. They must have come straight home too. 

He sat down on the couch beside his wife. He discreetly checked her for semen stains but saw she was clean as a whistle. He told her, "I don't like you going out like this, and I certainly don't like you out with some guy who has been cheating on his wife, and I already forbade you from wearing that dress out without me. It, it, makes you look like, like..."

"Like what Bill? You bought it for me. Don't you want me to look pretty when I go out?"

He was furious, "No I don't want you to look pretty. No, I didn't mean that. What I mean is I don't want you to look all sexy when you're out without me."

Annie smiled to herself; she could play him like a fiddle, "Oh come on Bill."

"Come on nothing. You're my wife. A woman's place is in the home."

She laughed, "Brother are you ever trapped in the Nineteenth Century. Look I'm a liberated woman Bill."

Bill's face flushed; he felt like his stomach was tied up in a million knots, "No you're not. You're my wife."

She really had him back on his heels. Now was the time to finish him off, at least for tonight, "Look Bill I'm kind of tired. I'm going to slip into my flannel nightie and go to sleep," she got up and started for the bedroom, but then she turned around, "Oh, are you going out tomorrow night?"

He looked up. He'd already decided to stay close to home from now on, "No why?"

Annie smiled, "Well, I have plans."

"You what?"

She kept walking, "Goodnight Bill. See you in the morning," Annie sauntered off to their bedroom.

Bill sat there on their old used sofa dumbfounded. What had happened? The other day she was cooking him ribs. Now she was becoming a woman of the town. He had to do something, think of something. He slowly got up and drifted off to their bedroom. When he got there he could tell she was pretending to be asleep. He hadn't been this scared in years. He looked at her as she lay there in bed; he felt all nervous. God she was so beautiful! At the moment he decided; better to leave a sleeping dog lie. He'd figure something out in the morning.

Saturday November 10th:

When Bill awakened the next morning Annie was already gone. He went into the kitchen. It was 10:00 a.m. and she'd left a note on the table:

"Bill, I'm off to see dad and mom. Dad wants to talk to me about something that has to do with us. Then I'm going shopping; we need food and I need some clothes. See you later. Love Annie."

Bill read the note; at least she was still signing off with love. Crap what did her father want to talk about that involved him and her, and why wouldn't he include me? He knew the old man didn't like him. What was he up to? He grabbed his keys and went for his car. He thought he'd hit the garage. Normally he worked every other Saturday morning but today was his Saturday off so he thought he'd fiddle with the engine a little. He also wanted to bone up on some of the new technical stuff out about some of the foreign cars. Damn; he didn't feel good about any of this.

Annie went to see her mom and dad about some things she wanted from them, and her dad said he and mom wanted to talk to her about something. Then she slipped over to the mall and bought some lingerie at Victoria's Secret, and a new blouse and a skirt outfit at a clothing store for something she had planned. After that she went to do the grocery store to do some food shopping. 

Bill got back around 3:00, but there was no sign of Annie so he thought he'd slip down to the Sunset. He decided today he'd start to lay down the law to some of his work buddies, but when he got there the place was deserted. He ordered a Coors Lite and sat at the bar for an hour so. He lost track of time, and realized it was almost 5:00 p.m. He better get home. He needed to have a serious talk with his wife. 

When Bill got home he found another note on the table. It was kind of a hodge-podge of disaggregated material. There was a message to him saying she would be out with the girls till around 9:00. She noted there were some lunchmeats in the frig if he wanted to make a sandwich. He read that, but saw some other stuff. First he noticed the receipts she'd left on the table. She'd used their credit card to buy some clothes. There was a receipt on the counter from Belk that itemized some kind of blouse, another skirt, some shoes, nylons, and a new pair of shoes. Next was the receipt for the food, but last there was receipt from Victoria's Secret. Damn, she'd bought a new wardrobe and some kind of sexy lingerie. Worse, there was some note he could barely read; it wasn't in her handwriting so he had to squint to read it, the scribbled note said something about parking across the street from the Motel Six so they could get out of the traffic more easily when they were done. 

Oh Jesus! Annie was going to be out with some guy. She'd bought a bunch of new clothes! She'd bought sexy lingerie! His Annie! His baby. His girl. The most important person in his life was on her way to a big sex thing at the Motel Six! He felt like his whole life was coming to an end! Who was the son-of-a-bitch? He'd kill him and her too! He ran to the bathroom and threw up.




Pussy Whipped!



Bill rushed into their bedroom, found a clean pair of jeans, a Tee-shirt, socks, a pair of steel toed work-boots, and a lightweight coat. Yeah, he'd be kicking some bastard in the balls tonight! He dressed and headed for the car. On the way out he stopped at the laundry room and grabbed his aluminum baseball bat. He'd kill them, both of them.

Bill jumped in his Camaro and mashed the accelerator to the floor. He was a man on a mission. 

There was only one Motel Six in town so his destination was pretty clear cut. He got there; it was a Saturday night, it was already after dark. He spied out the landscape. Sure enough there was his wife's little Toyota parked right on the street, right across from the Motel, exactly where she'd planned. He looked at the Motel.

Bill wasn't thinking clearly. He counted the cars parked outside the motel. There were seven of them; they were lined right up each in front of one of the motel room doors. He grabbed the bat and started for the first door.

The clamorous noise could be heard up and down the street. Bill was taking no prisoners. He started at the north end and started smashing in every door where there was a car. There were only seven, but he was sure one had his wife hidden inside with some scummy bastard he was about to kill. He beat down the first door, and found an elderly couple. At the second he found a single man; he looked like a traveling salesman. At the third door he found a young couple, probably visitors from out of town. 

By the time he reached the fourth door police sirens were wailing from six different directions. Dozens of people had stepped from the Dunkin Donuts next door. More people had come out of the nearby Burger King. The biggest crowd to come out exited from the bowling alley that was right across the street from the Motel. 

Stepping outside the bowling alley was Annie and her sister. Beverly looked her sister and smiled.

By then the police had Bill on the ground and cuffed. Annie looked at her sister, "Beverly he really went nuts."

Beverly replied, "I guess the asshole really loves you."

Annie ducked through the traffic and dashed across the street just as they were pushing Bill's head in the backseat of one of the patrol cars. She exclaimed, "Bill what you are doing?"

He looked at his wife, "Where in the hell have you been?"

Annie held up one of her feet, "What does this look like." 

She held up one foot so he could see the rented bowling shoe, "Beverly and I went bowling with some friends. What are you doing?"

Bill's brain blew out a gasket; he felt like a complete fool, "Oh Annie!"

The policeman started to gently push Annie away, "Sorry ma'am."

She took his hand, "That's my husband. Believe me it's not what you think."

The policemen looked at her like she was crazy, "And what do I think?"

She gave the policemen her best pleading look, "Please may I ride to the station in the car with my husband?"

The policeman's partner looked at the two of them. He looked around. By then it was obvious their prisoner wasn't some kind of hardened criminal, and he certainly wasn't on anything. He motioned with his hand, "Sure."

Annie got in the back of the patrol car with Bill, "Oh Bill."

"Annie I saw the note, I saw the receipts for the clothes. I saw the Victoria's Secret receipt. I saw where you left a note about the Motel. You were with that guy last night. I thought..."

She hugged him tightly, "Oh you stupid, stupid, wonderful man. I love you so much. How could you think?" 

Bill's hands were cuffed behind his back. She took her hands, squeezed his cheeks, and planted a monstrous kiss on his lips. She kept kissing him all the way to the police station. 

Bill felt really stupid but still he just sat there and let her kiss him. He really enjoyed it; he'd never felt so relieved, really stupid, foolish and embarrassed, but absolutely, completely, totally relieved.

They got to the police station where they put Bill in a cell. Annie called her father who came get him out. Bill and Annie were soon on their way home.

Sunday, November 10th, 2:00 a.m.

Bill and Annie sat at their kitchen table. Annie's dad had gone to the station and put the money to get Bill out. When the policemen told Annie's dad he was responsible for what Bill did the older man nodded and replied "No problem." 

Bill looked across the table at his wife; he opened his mouth, "Annie I thought you were planning something terrible."

"Bill you know me; I could never do that to you. How could you think such a thing?"

Bill felt like crying but held it in, "Well the guys at work all talked about how their wives and girlfriends..."

Annie broke in, "I'm not one of the wives or the girlfriend one of the guys at work Bill. I'm your wife. We made promises to each other. Remember, love, honor, cherish...and for me obey!"

"Yeah," Bill liked that she'd remembered the obey part, he continued, "but they kept teasing me. You cut the crusts from my sandwich bread. You make special puddings and Jello. It's like I'm some kid. They called me a wimp. They said I was hen-pecked and pussy whipped."

Annie rushed over and plopped down on his lap. She liked sitting on his lap. She felt all safe secure when she sat there. She said, "Put your arms around me."

He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. She felt all warm, soft, and cuddly. He immediately began to relax; she was where she was supposed to be.

She kissed his cheek and started to talk, "Bill you're not a wimp. No wimp would've crashed down those doors like you did tonight. You hen-pecked? A man who is hen-pecked or pussy whipped is someone who has lost the respect of his wife. Bill I've always respected you." 

She kissed his lips. He held her real tight and kissed her back. 

"Bill if I cut the crust on your bread, or make something extra, or put a flower in your lunchbox it's because I love you so much and I want you to think about me while you're at work."

He kissed her soft cheek; he kissed it twice, his lips made a smacking sound when he did it. He tousled her hair, "Honestly Annie, it is a little embarrassing for a grown man to get a flower in his lunch pail."

She rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of her hand. She snuggled her head under his chin, "Oh I'm sorry about that." Then she leaned back a little, "But what about those big tough macho-men you work with. Where do they get their food?

He paused, "Well there's a MacDonald's and a Subway." He took his thumb and index finger and gently pinched her chin.

Annie interrupted his affectionate touch. "You remember what they used to call the burgers at Macdonald's don't you?"

"Yeah, they used to call them boogie burgers because the kids put their bougars in the meat."

Annie took his right hand and placed it on her left breast and stretched up a little with her chest to get him to take a firmer grip, "And Bill what about the news about the Subway subs?"

Bill cupped her breast in his hand and felt her nipple get hard, "Some of the Subways got closed because of roach eggs and bacteria in the meat."

Annie pushed her chest harder against his hand. She took her tongue and licked his cheek, "Bill I make your lunches. You know you'll never get a bougar in one of your sandwiches, and I check the meat, the lettuce, I check everything you eat."

She reached down; pulled open the zipper of his pants, reached in with her tiny hand, and felt his erect thing through his boxers, "You're precious to me Bill. You're my sweetheart."

She rummaged through his boxers till she found the flap in front, the slit in the cloth where he could pull his manhood out when he needed to pee. She slipped her hand in, took her fingers, and held the tip of his penis. She started to stroke up and down with her fingertips, "Your friends' food is made by high school kids working for minimum wage. Your food is made by your wife, and every bite you get is made with love."

He squirmed a little as she kept fondling his pecker. He was getting really hard, "Well sometimes I want to get out of the house at night. You know maybe pop down to the Sunset and get a beer."

Annie climbed off his lap and knelt on the floor at his feet between his legs. She licked her lips with her tongue. She had 'Big Tom', that's what they called his penis, out of his pants. She softly kissed Big Tom's tip. She looked up; she batted her eye lashes, and said, "Oh Bill I want you to go out. I want you to have fun. Sure there's girl's there. There's old fat pimply faced Laurie Bitterman. She's been hot for you since the ninth grade, and honestly I don't like her. But you know what Bill? I trust you. You're my husband. You've been good to me. And you know what else?" She encircled the head of her husband's penis with her mouth.

Bill was getting increasingly nervous, "No what?"

She pulled her mouth away, but not before she puckered up and gave his big dick another quick kiss, "You're a man, a real man." 

She closed her eyes and rubbed her face back and forth against the tip of his dick, "You've got more man in your little finger then all those guys you eat lunch with. I'm just so proud of you I could burst." 

She put her face up real close to his penis and fluttered her eyes real fast.

Bill felt Annie's eyelashes as they gave the head of his dick butterfly kisses. He gulped, "Well I can't say much for your father."

Annie had her hands of his hips; her mouth was just a fraction of an inch from the tip of his penis. She gave it another quick little kiss, "Oh Bill don't get on my dad." She took her teeth and nibbled on the head of his dick, "First, I left him when I married you." 

She kissed where she'd just nibbled, "Second, who came to the police station tonight to get us out?"

Bill was straining to keep from ejaculating in her face, "You don't mean us you mean just me. You hadn't done anything."

Annie gave the tip of his penis another sweet kiss; then she licked it again with her tongue, "Oh Bill come..."

And that's just what he did! He ejaculated right in her face and all over the top of her pretty dress; he tried to pull away, "Oh shit Annie, I'm sorry."

After the initial surprise Annie reached out and held him by his hips so he stayed close. She smiled sweetly; then she got up, and climbed back on his lap. 

She took the fingers of her left hand and wiped his semen from around her mouth and off her cheeks. One at a time she put her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. Then she put both arms on his shoulders and looked at him real serious, "Look, when it's you it's me too. We go together, and my dad knows that. You know what else. I saw him and mom yesterday. They're both tired of us having to pay rent. They want to help us get our own home."

Bill had just splashed his semen all over his wife's face and on her best dress and she hadn't complained or anything. She'd just wiped it off, put it in her mouth and swallowed it. This had sort of happened before, but before it had always been like in the heat of passion, in the dark, and in bed. He looked at her beautiful face. It was all sticky and shiny, but she wasn't self-conscious or anything. He didn't exactly know how he felt; he felt sheepish but really unbelievably happy. God she really loved him! Jesus he suddenly realized how madly and deeply in love he was with her. He leaned forward and gave her a long warm kiss. No tongues, just lips, warmth, and moisture. He tasted his own semen on her lips, but he didn't care. He wanted to convey just how strongly he felt for her. He whispered, "God Annie I love you." 

Annie just watched him; she understood how he felt.

Bill added hoarsely, "I didn't know that. About your father I mean."

Annie gave him something of a sheepish smile, "There's a house up for sale on their street. They thought it would be nice if we moved closer by. They want to help us with the down payment."

Bill frowned; he wasn't especially comfortable with what she'd just said, a little suspiciously he murmured, "What, they want to keep an eye on us?" As soon as he said it he knew he was wrong.

Annie rested her head on his chest; she took his hand and first pressed it against her cheek, then she kissed the palm of his hand. She breathed a soft sigh. 

Bill couldn't see her face, but as she got ready to talk he knew what was coming was going to be like some powerful confession. It made him feel humble. Before she got to say anything he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry Annie. That sounded mean."

As she sat on his lap, Annie held her hands in her lap, "You know my mom's not well, and dad's getting older too. Dad's been watching you; he's changed a lot over the last months. He's noticed how good you've been to me. He's seen how you've never been in trouble, at least not until tonight." She grinned at that.

"He mentioned how you've always held a job. Remember that college boy who dated me just about the time you showed up. He's in jail for drugs. My dad's seen you; the only drug you use is beer. My dad thinks you're responsible. He and mom have talked about you, us, Gary, and my sister."

Annie looked up then, "Mom and dad love Beverly and Gary like there's no tomorrow, but they know they won't be able to depend on them when he and she start to get really frail. Dad's afraid he'll die first and mom will be all alone." Annie sniffed, "Dad knows it'll be you who'll be there for my mom if he's dead and if she ever needs help. Bill it's not just that dad likes you now; he knows he'll be able to count on you when they'll be needing help." 

What Annie had been saying was overwhelming. Bill felt like he was gasping for air. In just a few moments things had gone from fear of losing his wife to the realization she and her parents had this utter and total confidence in him and everything he thought and did. For several seconds he was just numb, then he slowly reached around and pulled his wife into the tightest, and what he hoped was the most reassuring embrace he could muster. He was at a complete loss for words. All he could croak were a few almost ridiculous incoherent inconsequential phrases, "Love, I love you so much. No fear Annie. Your mom and dad, no fear. They'll have us, not to worry." 

Annie held her Bill as tightly as she could. She'd never doubted him, not once really, not ever, not from the moment he'd proposed to her, "I know. I'm so glad. I feel so happy. I mean I'm just so well, I feel so full of confidence." 

Bill needed a break. It was like they were in the middle of a complete overhaul of some rare really old Duisenberg. He needed to get back down out of the clouds, he asked something else, something totally off the wall, "Annie what did you get those clothes for?"

She felt the relief of the question too, she pressed her head into his chest, "I'll tell you. I knew you were going to lay down the law to me so I thought I'd find a way to show you how right you are. Bill I'm so proud of you, and though I know you let me make most of the little decisions, you're the man of the house. You make the big decisions; that's what a real man does. I remember my mom when we kids were growing up. She'd boss us kids and even dad around a lot, but when it came right down to it she always had one line that made everyone, even my brother quiver. She'd say, 'just wait till your father gets home'. It's like that with you. You're my man Bill, and I love you. Someday we'll have kids of our own in a home of our own, and you'll always have the final word."

He listened; what she was saying made him feel real good; it gave him added confidence. 

Annie went on, "Believe me Bill, you're no wimp! You should have heard my dad talk about you earlier. Bill, my dad's stubborn, he's hard to convince, but you've made a believer out of him. You know what he said? He said he should have trusted my judgment; that if I wanted you it was because you were the tops. He said that; he said you were the tops. Anyway I thought we could have a day out tomorrow so I bought a lot of clothes. We could go to a movie, maybe go out to eat, and then come home and...you know..." She squeezed his limp penis.

Bill reached out and took his wife's arm, "Come on, it's late, let's go to bed; that was when he saw the fatigue on her face, "No I don't mean that. There's tomorrow for that. I just want to cuddle tonight."

Annie got up; she pulled Bill to his feet and wrapped her arms around him, "Oh Bill. I love you so," then she contritely added with a soft self-conscious giggle, "Oh and I knew you'd be after me the other night so I wore the blue dress because I knew it would worry you. I'm really sorry I did that. I promise when I go out I'll only wear the things you approve of. You're my man, my husband, my hero, I want you to be proud of me all the time, but you've got to promise me to stay away from Laurie Bitterman."

Bill gave his girl a big hug and a gentle kiss, "You'll never, I mean never ever have to worry about Laurie Bitterman, or any other girl for that matter. I promise you're all I want. You're all I'll ever want." 

He lifted her up and carried her to the back of the house and to the bed. He undressed her and pulled the sheet and blanket up so that she was nicely tucked in. He kissed her forehead, "I'll be back in just a minute."

Annie looked up questioningly.

He smiled, "I just need a minute. I won't be long." 

Bill wasn't especially religious, but he thought he'd take a few moments to talk things over with the Man Upstairs. It was private, just between him and his maker; mostly it was nothing special, just an ask for some reassurance and maybe a polite request for a little help. By the time he got back to their bedroom Annie was asleep. He climbed in and wrapped her in his arms. He felt really peaceful. 

Sunday, November 10th; High Noon:

Annie and Bill went out in the Camaro. If it had been a convertible he would have put the top down even if it was November. They went to the movies, had a nice meal at the Olive Garden, stopped off at Annie's parents, and went home and made love. 

Bill wore his dark blue suit with a pale blue button down shirt, his uncomfortable wing tipped shoes, and a tie. He'd slapped on a dash of Annie's favorite after shave, Old Spice. It was what her dad used, so he guessed it reminded her of when she was little and she'd sit on his knee. He always liked it because it was what his dad wore too. Some men might have said it was an older man's smell. Bill thought of it as a more manly aroma, a mark of maturity. Yeah let the boys have the fruity smells. 

Annie wore her new white blouse; it was a long sleeved number with a smart little collar. She tied a cool black ribbon bowtie around her neck. She wore her new skirt with the dark nylons and dark two inch heels. When she put on her dark blue sport coat; the whole outfit gave her the appearance of a school girl. She was a mousy little thing, but she was his little mouse, and he loved the hell out of her. She wore that special Chanel scent he liked on her. It was expensive, but he thought she was worth it. 

They talked about serious things, like the house her parents thought they should buy, the possibility of getting some money so Bill could start his own business, and they started to plan ahead for the time when they would have children. Both he and she decided they wanted to have a lot of children. Annie and Bill both agreed they'd pick the same night to go out; one where she could go out with the girls and he could go out with the boys. But they agreed they wouldn't go out if they didn't want to. Bill didn't think he'd ever want to be going out anymore, and she never did anyway. They also agreed one night a week they should both go out together.

Monday, November 11th, Lunchtime at the garage:

Bill sat down with Barry, Fred, and Buck. It was a lot cooler today so they had pulled the picnic table inside.




Pussy Whipped!



Bill opened his lunch pail and got out his Hoagie roll, his fresh roast beef, the crispy lettuce and fresh tomato, and mayonnaise she'd put in a small Tupperware container. All of it had been wrapped in an ice pack to keep everything cool. Annie said she liked to keep things separate like that so his sandwich wouldn't get all soggy before he ate it. Bill started to make his sandwich.

Fred looked over and grinned, "Still the wimp I see."

Bill smiled, "Yep."

Buck smirked, "Old pussy whip's got his homemade cake I see."

Bill nodded, "Sure do."

The Barry yipped, "Still drinking momma's homemade lemon tea?"

Bill grinned back, "You got it."

Fred opined, "Some guys never know or understand what it means to be a real man."

Bill laughed at that, "See here Fred. You couldn't hold on to your high school sweetheart. I mean are you stupid or what? Maybe if you learned how spell your last name you dumb shit some girl might hang around a while. Face it Fred you're a fuck up. What girl wants to hang around a guy who only knows how to change tires?"

He smiled at Barry, "What you work two jobs. Your wife work?"

Barry answered, "Well no I..."

Bill chuckled at that, "Talk about pussy whipped. You got a wife who sits around on her ass all day while all you do is bust yours, and you don't even know how many guys have been stuffing her with their spew while you're out killing yourself. Yes sir, you're a real pussy whipped cuckold. I can read the epitaph on your tombstone now; here lies old Barry, worked two jobs so his wife could stay home and fuck the all neighbors."

Then he turned his attention to Buck, "And about you old buddy? You're wife had an affair and left. Maybe if you'd have spent a little more time at home and less time at the bar at night you'd be getting a decent lunch instead of that shit food all you guys eat every day."

All three of them looked like they wanted to punch him in the nose, but Bill still wasn't finished, "A fine woman is like a fine automobile. She'll give you good performance as long as you take good care of her. Remember a good woman is like a snazzy little car. You take good care of her, and she'll take good care of you. And that's no shit! Then again I'll admit not every car's like my Camaro. You could get stuck with a lemon if you're not careful. Remember it's not about the flashy chrome or the speaker system. You have to shop before you plunk your hard earned money down, and if you think you're being had don't throw your good money after bad. Look at my Annie. She doesn't have the biggest tits. She's not some hot blond, and she might be a little on the thin side. But you know what? Like my Camaro she runs real good, and I just love the living shit right out of her."

Just then the floor supervisor stepped out, "You guys gonna get back to work or what?"

Bill flipped him the bird, "Fuck off asshole. Don't you have some tangled paper clips to unravel? Maybe you could unclog the office printer you fucked up this morning? Just get your fat ugly ass back inside. We're paid by the job not by the hour like dumb shits like you. We'll be there when we're done, and we'll be done when we're through."

The asshole supervisor started to say something when Mary stepped outside. She pointed to the asshole, "The big boss, Mack, wants you. Seems you've been sitting on that lard ass of yours too much. You might be looking for work in a day or two." She smiled over at Bill, "Take your time."

Bill launched back into his three friends, "You guys are all a bunch of fuck ups. "I happen to like the crusts cut off my sandwich bread. I like fresh cut strawberries for lunch. I like it when I get notes from my wife telling me she loves me, and I can't wait till I get home so I can turn on her hot little motor. I enjoy a good piece of homemade cake or a slice of freshly made cherry pie. Talk about cherry. I've got an old Camaro, but it's really cherry, and when I get back home tonight I'll be greeted by a pretty cherry little babe."

He looked at the guys, "Fred I want you to think about me tonight while you're home alone jerking off to some porn video. And Buck while you're dead on your ass wondering who might be fucking your wife I want you to think about the homemade fried chicken I'll be eating. And as for you Barry old buddy, while your watery eyed ass is staring at the picture of the woman you lost you can think about how I'll be brushing and fluffing my wife's beautiful hair, kissing and sucking her luscious little tits, and licking her soft puffy little Suzie."

Hey you stupid assholes. Am I a wimp, fucking A right I'm a wimp, and I tell you this wimp can't wait till he can get home tonight and snuggle up and smell that sweet little pussy he's so crazy about."

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And that was that. Bill went home and he and Annie kissed and hugged and smooched, and made love and made kids and just lived happily ever after. And as for all you Burn the Bitch shit heads. Well you can just kiss Bill's ass!

A note or two from the author:

First thanks for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it, and leave a comment. I do read them, and I try to incorporate what I think are the good ones if I can. I have some more LW ideas, and I want to share them. 

Second, I know there are a lot of men who've been really burned by bad women. I have a brother who thought he did all the right things, but still got royally fucked by a cheating wife. He's remarried, but there's still, even after twelve years, this open wound. His second wife turned out to be a saint. His first wife lives alone. She has 'a man friend' but she lost the love and respect of her kids and all her family except her father and mother. I pity her. 

Me, I just feel blessed. I had an untrustworthy girlfriend in high school, and you know what, I still remember the sense of betrayal. Too bad Literotica won't let us write about anything if the people are under eighteen, maybe I could incorporate my very trite, adolescent, betrayal in some way in another story. I guess what I mean is for the men who've been betrayed I sort of kind of know how hard it must be, maybe just a little bit. So don't feel like I was dumping on anyone when I brought Fred, Buck, and Barry in the story above. 

Third and last, though I have my fetishes, I really like romance stories the best. When I read some of the other LW tales I wished sometimes the authors would put a little more emphasis on the second woman the betrayed man finds. 

I've done some nonfiction reading too about how occasionally the jilted husband is able to overcome the horrors he goes through and is able to take back the adulterous woman. This seems to happen however only when there's significant time after the betrayal or if something profoundly important happens that brings them back together. I'll admit these renewals seem pretty rare. 

Well I hope you enjoyed Bill and Annie.