As I read Malik’s words I started to feel like a very bad girl indeed. I was just a horny little bitch who needed a good shafting, I thought.
For a brief moment I felt a little sorry for Ben. But he had brought it upon himself, I reasoned. He’d conned me into moving in with him, to this boring life in a boring suburb. And it was his fault we had a boring sex life. So I masturbated to Malik’s texts before going to sleep.
That next morning I didn’t speak to Ben. He had a meeting in Northampton and would be gone all day. I listened from my bed as he strode around noisily, making himself breakfast with the radio on. To be honest, I wanted him out of the house. As soon as I heard the front door slam I jumped in the shower and began the process of sexing myself up for Malik. I changed into a wrap-around silk robe, slut heels then I started on my hair and makeup. When I was done I lay on the bed and decided to reply to Malik’s text.
A moment later he replied.
Honestly, it was another three hours before Malik arrived. I teased myself while doing household chores, imagining him fucking me. It was a real effort to concentrate on anything
Finally, a smart sports car pulled up outside the house and Malik stepped out. He was wearing a suit and sunglasses. I sauntered eagerly to the front door in my robe and heels. About sixty seconds later I was slurping his huge pole in the dining room, and not long after that we were fucking.
The first time didn’t last long. He pressed me against the kitchen sink and fucked me from behind, emptying his big load inside me while I bit my lip and tried not to scream. After that, he took me up to the bedroom and ordered me to get nasty on his pole while he pulled on a hash pipe. I slurped and gagged on it for ages, all the while talking dirty to him. The second pounding lasted over an hour, and this time I couldn’t help the groans of pleasure that came from deep within my throat.
Just like that, I was hooked. I was fucking Malik. He started calling by once or twice a week after Ben had gone to work. I was still supposed to be considering Ben’s proposal of marriage, but I didn’t give it any thought at all. Malik's shaft was like a drug. It’s no exaggeration to say I needed it every day. The days when Malik was due round I couldn’t wait for Ben to fuck off. The longer I went without it, the more short-tempered I became with him.
Ben was working long hours trying to legitimize his business and untangle his tax problems, otherwise, he’d probably have suspected sooner. In the end, it took a couple of months before Ben started to think something was amiss. Malik had poled me in Ben’s bed, and later Ben had found one of Malik's cufflinks on the floor. I pretended it was mine, but of course he didn't believe me.
Not long afterward, Ben came right out with it.“Jen, are you seeing someone?” he said.
I didn’t know how to answer him. The last thing I wanted was a scene.
“What do you mean?” I said. “What are you accusing me of?”
“Speak honestly darling,” Ben said. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“No there isn’t,” I said. “Just don’t hassle me, Ben. You’re so fucking pushy.”
In the end, it became awkward because Ben knew. I denied everything, but he knew, and I knew it. Ben had arrived home early one day without warning. I only knew he was back when I heard his car in the drive. Luckily Malik had left, but when Ben walked in I was dozing on the sofa wearing ripped, stained leggings, my face smudged with makeup and my slut-heels lying on the floor beside me. I'd picked up my shoes and dashed into the shower, but not before Ben had copped a good eyeful.
After that, the relationship stopped being any kind of fun. We didn’t speak much. Ben was sullen, resentful even. He acted as though he’d been wounded. He upped his medication. He started going to the pub. We stopped having sex, which I was thankful for. Then out of the blue, I got a call from Portia. She seemed excited and asked me to come over to her house for drinks.
“Jen, I want to show you something,” she said. “You won’t believe it, babe. You won’t regret it, I promise.” I was more than curious. It was a hot summer’s day, so I wore a new summer dress and strappy sandals and treated myself to a cab to her house in Acton.
When I arrived, Portia’s husband Will answered the door. I’d only met Will a couple of times before, and back then he had seemed red-faced and bitter. This time though, he was polite and he was wearing an apron. He led me through to the back outdoor patio where Portia was sitting drinking wine. Will brought me a drink and went back inside. Soon afterwards I heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
“What the hell's got into Will?" I asked.
"That’s why I asked you to come over,” Portia said, “It's like magic. The change in his attitude, you know. He cooks, cleans, and never complains. No pub anymore, unless I want him out of the house. He’s started to work in a crèche in the evenings too.”
“What… how…. did this all happen?”
“He went on one of these new residential courses, that’s all it took,” Portia said. "It’s improved our marriage. He’s finally learned to appreciate me. Opening doors, carrying bags, no backchat or sulks. He’s doubled my allowance too, and put me in charge of the finances. Jen, he’s a changed man.”
“Oh my god” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe it!”
“And the best thing is, I can date whoever I want,” Portia continued. “Will doesn’t object at all. He’s finally seen sense. It’s amazing to see the change in him."
“You’re not serious surely,” I said. "You can see Aaron when you like?"
“Deadly serious!” Portia said. “High five!”
We high-fived then Portia got a text. “Speaking of Aaron, that's him,” she said. “He’s coming over later.”
“Really? And Will doesn’t mind?”
“Will knows to make himself scarce,” Portia said, with a half-smile.
“I’m intrigued,” I said. “So, are you still having sex with Will?”
“I’m not fucking him anymore if that’s what you mean,” Portia said. “But he does give me oral whenever I want. He’s getting very good at it”
“Fucking Hell Porsh,” I said. “Tell me about it, this course. It sounds amazing”
“I don’t know all the details,” Portia said. “I do know that it’s residential. Aaron recommended it. It’s held at an adult education center near Chichester. They use some kind of affirmation therapy. It’s all the rage these days. Very popular.”
“My god, Will's such a contrast to Ben,” I said. “Honest Portia, Ben’s driving me crazy. He does nothing but sulk.”
“That’s kind of the reason I asked you round,” Portia said. “I thought this course might be something for Ben too.”
“Oh my god! I said. “But I was planning on leaving him”.
“You could just dump him,” Portia said. “But imagine if he was like Will.”
I glanced over at Will. He had finished his indoor chores and had started polishing Portia’s car, briskly buffing the bodywork.
“Don’t forget the rims!” Portia yelled loudly. I looked at Will again and noted his nod of compliance.
"So, what do you think girl?” Portia said. “You want Ben to be educated like Will?”
I thought for a long moment, contemplating the idea. To be honest, the idea of a new, compliant Ben wasn’t unpleasant. I imagined Portia’s allowance, the fact that she controlled the purse strings. She’d kept her nice lifestyle and now she had the best of both worlds.
“How does it even work?” I asked. “What happens on this course?”
Portia handed me a leaflet: “Be a New Man” it read. “A groundbreaking course in how to resolve conflicts and accept life 'in the now'. For further details, contact Rachael White. Relationship Guidance and Domestic Resolution Counsellor”.
“Just have Ben make an appointment, and Rach will handle the details,” Portia said.
I must admit I was a little confused about it all, but it didn’t stop me from suggesting it to Ben. I’d. spoken to Malik, who’d told me what a great idea it was. And the best thing was that when I told him, Ben was really positive about the idea too.
I’d decided to be nice to Ben for a change. I had worn a tight black dress and had my hair up in a bun. I'd shaved my legs and worn high heels. I’d deliberately tried to look really hot, I guess. I'm glad I did because Ben was like putty in my hands.
To be honest, I think Ben was initially worried that I was about to dump him. He seemed somewhat relieved when I asked him if we could talk about improving our relationship.
“You know you said you’d do anything for me, anything for our relationship, right Ben?” I said.
“Yes darling of course," Ben said.
"Jen, can I just say, you look absolutely radiant," he added. Ben was really giving me his full attention, I thought, ogling my hot body.
“Well, you know Portia’s husband Will?" I continued. "He went on this course, and she says that their relationship has been fantastic ever since. It worked wonders for them.”
“What kind of course?” Ben asked. He seemed genuinely interested.
“It’s relationship guidance for blokes,” I said. ”You learn about the best way to treat your partner, and how to put her at the center of your life. It’s a residential course, and there are places available next weekend."
I smiled, stuck my chest out, and began reading from the leaflet. “Participants will learn about trust, permission, women’s needs, and how to coexist successfully in a relationship”.
“Like I said, it worked for Portia and Will,” I said, handing the leaflet to Ben. “Take a look.”
Ben studied the leaflet for a long moment then looked at me. “Thanks, Jen, I appreciate you suggesting this,” he said. “You know I’d do anything for you darling”.
“So you’ll do it?”
“Why not?” Ben said. “Life is going to be better for you Jen, I promise. I’ll do whatever it takes”.
“I hope so Ben,” I said
“I guess my education starts here,” Ben said. We both laughed.
*******
So Ben left on Friday night, eager to partake in the course. I allowed him a little kiss on the doorstep before he departed. “I’m proud of you darling,” I told him.
That evening I went for a drink with Portia and Rachael, the woman whose contact details were listed on the leaflet. Rachael was an attractive curvy woman in her early thirties. I was eager to find out what Ben had in store for him in Chichester.
“So tell me, what exactly happens on the course” I asked Rachael after exchanging pleasantries. “It sounds very innovative”.
“That all depends,” Rachel said. “Each participant is treated as an individual. The bottom line is male partners learn that different types of relationships are right for different individuals and couples. For example, it’s becoming more common now for attractive women to enter into polyamorous relationships, usually with a dominant man and a submissive man. I think Ben’s probably a good candidate for a relationship like that. But we'll have to wait and see”
“But how does the course work in practice?" I asked. “What if the men don’t agree? What happens? Are they kind of hypnotized?”
“Not exactly,” Rachel said. “Hypnosis would only be of limited value”
“Okay, then,” I said “Let me ask you specifically. Can you tell me what happened with Will?”
“I’ll tell you what I heard, “ Portia said. “They first showed him a string of explicit text messages between me and Aaron. Then I think they gave him his first hiding, right Rach?”
“Yes, while he was being shown videos,” Rachael said. “They show the blokes a lot of videos there.”
“After that, Will participated in a long session where female instructors explain about how bitches prefer black men,” Rachael continued.
“Whoa, hang on," I said. "Are you saying there are beatings involved? Might they beat Ben?”
“Personally I deplore violence,” Rachael said. “But sometimes you just have to let blokes sort out the pecking order amongst themselves."
”It’s okay, really Jen,” Portia said. “The most severe beatings are only handed out to those who resist. Most blokes accept the inevitable before they get hurt. It's really just the natural order of things. The strong ruling the weak."
"Don't worry Jen, Ben will be fine,” Rachael said, placing her hand on my wrist. "You said he wasn't the violent type, right?"
I nodded. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for Ben, I thought. He'd already admitted to me how much of a coward he was. I doubted he had the balls to fight with a bunch of hard black men.
Then I imagined Ben being shown the text messages I’d exchanged with Malik at Zizi's, when he was proposing marriage. I felt my cheeks redden.
“Really, it’s all for the best Jen” Rachael said reassuringly. “Honesty is always the best policy, right? And when Ben returns you’ll be in an honest relationship with no secrets, which is a good place to be."
“Not only that,” Portia said. “You’ll be able to hold parties in Ben’s house whenever you like. You can smoke, drink and take as much big cock as you please.”
“Maybe you should have a party when Ben gets home,” Rachel said. "You could make him do tricks for you. Like a pet. That's what Will does, isn't it Porsh?"
Then my phone buzzed. It was a text from Ben.
Then I got a second text.
As I read Ben's words, I imagined him being subdued by hard black men, being forced to type the messages into his phone. I felt wet. Really, I was itching for a fuck right there and then.
I expected I’d get shafted by Malik the following evening when Will arrived home. We didn’t need to hide it anymore, Malik and I. The natural order was about to fall into place. I felt liberated.
