Well, here we go again. Another long night sitting alone in my damp basement cubby hole, staring at the clock and trying not to cry. It's a terrible way to spend an evening, I know, but unfortunately I'm getting used to it.
Going on midnight, and still no sign of her. I have a pretty good idea where she is, though. She's out with that creep from work again - either that or her car's broken down somewhere.
Fat chance. Luke has been calling the house a lot recently, and Natalie has been coming home later and later.
So I sit here and wait, like a sap, like I always do.
Don't ask me why I put up with it. It's love, I guess. Well, okay, maybe this isn't what most people would call love. Maybe it's some kind of manic-depressive infatuation. I don't know what you'd call it. Whatever it is, it sure has me hooked.
It's not easy being married to Natalie. She treats me like a dirty dishrag, but I always come running back for more.
She says her job has been stressful lately; maybe that's why she treats me the way she does. I'm trying to understand, and I've resolved to put up with it for the sake of our marriage. Natalie is an assistant prosecutor with the state of New Hampshire, and I suppose that has to be quite demanding. She puts in a lot of hours and sometimes the strain gets to her, I guess. But she's passionate about her career - she defines herself by it - and she has no intention of giving it up.
So she ends up taking all her frustrations out on me.
Still, a demanding career is no excuse for the terrible way she abuses me. It goes far beyond simple stress. Natalie goes out of her way to make my life miserable. She seems to derive an unholy joy from sticking the dagger into my gut and twisting it, all the while laughing at my feeble attempts to somehow make this marriage work.
And I can't fight back. Natalie has a quicksilver tongue, and her satanic green stare has been the downfall of many an intimidated witness on the stand. I'm certainly no match for her!
Whatever my wife wants, I've learned to just bow my head and say, "yes, Natalie."
I lost my job about a year ago. I used to be an accountant with a large corporation, but after my company downsized, Natalie told me not to bother looking for another job. She brought home most of the money anyway, she said, and we could get by quite comfortably without my salary. She told me it would be more convenient for her if I stayed at home and took care of things.
So that's exactly what I did. I stopped working on my resume and became quite the little house-husband, happy for the chance to finally do something that might please my estranged wife.
But it isn't easy. Natalie is a hard woman to please.
I work hard to keep our home spotless. I make sure dinner is hot on the table when she comes home from work every night. I keep her business suits clean and pressed. All her jewelry is kept polished and meticulously organized, and her shoes are always shined and arranged in neat rows in her walk-in closet. I take care of all the bills, do the grocery shopping, wash her Mercedes once a week, and even make sure Natalie's magazine subscriptions are faithfully renewed.
Not that my wife appreciates any of it. Natalie comes from a well-to-do ******, and she's pretty much a spoiled brat. I'd never say that to her face, of course, but it's true. To the outside world she's the cool professional, elegant in demeanor and always the dynamic life of the party. But they don't see the side of her that I see: the bitch side. I work my ass off to please her, but she always finds something to complain about. If she's ever once said "thank you" for all my hard work, I sure don't remember it.
Still, I stick around.
Maybe if I lay down and close my eyes, I can block it all out, and pretend for a moment that she really does care for me...
Well I can dream, can't I?
* * *
I woke up from my short nap and glanced at the clock. Quarter-past twelve. My fertile imagination started conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. Maybe her car really did break down somewhere...or maybe she was hurt or something, and couldn't call.
Yeah, right.
I couldn't just sit there in the basement wallowing in self-pity, but what else could I do? When your wife is out on the town with her boyfriend while you're sitting alone at home, self-pity can be your only friend.
I idled upstairs into the kitchen to check on the pot roast. I figured it was beyond repair; you can only keep dinner warm for so long. But, lo and behold, when I looked in the oven the meat didn't appear to be too dried out. I cut a small piece and it seemed to be okay.
Maybe she'll be hungry after a hard night of fucking!
I wandered around the house, unsure of what to do next. I drifted into the laundry room and started folding some clothes. Just touching Natalie's shirts and dresses was making me weak! I held one of her blouses up to my breast, and I swooned. I can't help it. I still love her. I'll never stop loving her, no matter what.
Three and a half years. That's how long it's been since I've had sex with my wife. Actually, we've only done it three times during our whole marriage, and that was all within the first few months.
But after we were married for about four months, she dropped the bomb on me. One night, I was feeling boldly amorous and I asked Natalie if we could please make love. She stopped me cold and told me to sit down on the side of the bed.
"I've got something to tell you, Brian," she said seriously. Her calm, green gaze cut right to the marrow.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings too badly...but..." She paused, and an ever-so-slight wicked smile played on her lips. "Well, let's just put it this way: sex with you makes me nauseous, Brian. I'm sorry, but you fawn all over me. A woman doesn't like to be slobbered on, Brian. It makes me ill."
I was shattered. How do you respond to something like that? I sat there for a minute, stunned. And then I started to cry - which of course fueled Natalie's contempt.
"Awww, I hurt his little feelings," she said in that syrupy baby-talk she uses when she knows I'm on the ropes. "Don't worry, darling. I won't leave you. I just don't want you slobbering all over me. Sex with you just doesn't do the trick, Brian. You can understand that, can't you, little wuss?"
Well, from that time on, I haven't even thought about approaching Natalie for sex. I can pretty much forget about ever making love to my wife again. I guess I've accepted that the best I can. And I've grown to accept her little flings as well. I suppose I can't expect a woman like Natalie to go without sex...I just wish I was the one doing it with her. After all, she is my wife.
But, again, I put up with it all.
I often wonder why she even married me in the first place. It certainly wasn't love. Maybe she needed the security of having someone to come home to. I don't know. But she's too much of a free spirit to be bogged down by something as serious as love.
As for me, I think about my wife every minute of the day. She's my everything.
And it's weird, but I think my undying devotion is what makes her treat me the way she does. She resents the fact that I love her so much, I think. I don't know; I'm not a psychologist. Maybe she does love me in some kind of depraved way. I think she needs me, anyway.
I surely need her...
I awoke from my daydream and finished folding Natalie's blouses. After the last shirt was folded, I started on the dirty laundry. Spying a pair of her panties in the hand-wash basket, I fished them out, feeling a little guilty about fondling my wife's dirty underwear. But my desire quickly overcame my guilt. I untwisted the lacy white material until I found the crotch area then held the underwear up to my face, breathing in the faint scent of my wife's perfume mixed with her dried secretions.
As I stood in the laundry room with my face in Natalie's panties, I heard the key in the front door. She was home!
I tossed the panties back into the basket, then rushed out to the living room to greet my errant wife.
She was a mess. Her hair was standing up all over the place, the makeup around her eyes was mussed, and she was carrying her pumps. Her skirt and jacket were wrinkled beyond respectability.
Natalie gave me a wry smile as she handed me her shoes.
"He-llo, Brian," she sang pleasantly. She sniffed the air and smiled to herself. "Smells good! That's sweet, honey, you kept dinner warm. But, awwww, Luke and I already ate at the Tavern tonight. Sorry." She giggled and touched my nose lightly with the tip of her painted finger. I stood there in a sad daze holding her shoes as she breezed past me into the living room.
She flopped down onto the couch and stretched languidly. She looked like a sensuous, tired feline. "Brain, I'm EXHAUSTED!" She yawned loudly and ran her hands through her thick brown hair. "Whew! I got quite a workout tonight, Brian. Quite a workout..." her words drifted off as she peeled off her nylons one by one and handed them to me. "A night with Luke is better than 10 aerobics classes!
"Go get me a nice glass of wine - and get me my robe," she sighed.
I rushed to obey. After I fetched her wine and robe, I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. I sadly cut up the roast I'd been worrying over all night and put it into a Tupperware bowl, in case Natalie wanted leftovers tomorrow.
By the time I'd finished in the kitchen, Natalie had already gone to bed. I was upset because I didn't get to spend any time with her tonight. She's never home anymore. It seems she's always out with Luke, and my time with her is very limited.
For a few minutes, I stood in the living room feeling sorry for myself, gazing unconsciously at the half-empty glass of wine she left sitting on the table.
Before going to bed, I peeked in on Natalie, peacefully snuggled up to her pillow. She looked so angelic, you wouldn't have guessed that she'd just had her brains fucked out a few hours ago. A tear worked its way down my face as I quietly shut her bedroom door and walked downstairs to my lonely room in the basement.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2
Going on midnight, and still no sign of her. I have a pretty good idea where she is, though. She's out with that creep from work again - either that or her car's broken down somewhere.
Fat chance. Luke has been calling the house a lot recently, and Natalie has been coming home later and later.
So I sit here and wait, like a sap, like I always do.
Don't ask me why I put up with it. It's love, I guess. Well, okay, maybe this isn't what most people would call love. Maybe it's some kind of manic-depressive infatuation. I don't know what you'd call it. Whatever it is, it sure has me hooked.
It's not easy being married to Natalie. She treats me like a dirty dishrag, but I always come running back for more.
She says her job has been stressful lately; maybe that's why she treats me the way she does. I'm trying to understand, and I've resolved to put up with it for the sake of our marriage. Natalie is an assistant prosecutor with the state of New Hampshire, and I suppose that has to be quite demanding. She puts in a lot of hours and sometimes the strain gets to her, I guess. But she's passionate about her career - she defines herself by it - and she has no intention of giving it up.
So she ends up taking all her frustrations out on me.
Still, a demanding career is no excuse for the terrible way she abuses me. It goes far beyond simple stress. Natalie goes out of her way to make my life miserable. She seems to derive an unholy joy from sticking the dagger into my gut and twisting it, all the while laughing at my feeble attempts to somehow make this marriage work.
And I can't fight back. Natalie has a quicksilver tongue, and her satanic green stare has been the downfall of many an intimidated witness on the stand. I'm certainly no match for her!
Whatever my wife wants, I've learned to just bow my head and say, "yes, Natalie."
I lost my job about a year ago. I used to be an accountant with a large corporation, but after my company downsized, Natalie told me not to bother looking for another job. She brought home most of the money anyway, she said, and we could get by quite comfortably without my salary. She told me it would be more convenient for her if I stayed at home and took care of things.
So that's exactly what I did. I stopped working on my resume and became quite the little house-husband, happy for the chance to finally do something that might please my estranged wife.
But it isn't easy. Natalie is a hard woman to please.
I work hard to keep our home spotless. I make sure dinner is hot on the table when she comes home from work every night. I keep her business suits clean and pressed. All her jewelry is kept polished and meticulously organized, and her shoes are always shined and arranged in neat rows in her walk-in closet. I take care of all the bills, do the grocery shopping, wash her Mercedes once a week, and even make sure Natalie's magazine subscriptions are faithfully renewed.
Not that my wife appreciates any of it. Natalie comes from a well-to-do ******, and she's pretty much a spoiled brat. I'd never say that to her face, of course, but it's true. To the outside world she's the cool professional, elegant in demeanor and always the dynamic life of the party. But they don't see the side of her that I see: the bitch side. I work my ass off to please her, but she always finds something to complain about. If she's ever once said "thank you" for all my hard work, I sure don't remember it.
Still, I stick around.
Maybe if I lay down and close my eyes, I can block it all out, and pretend for a moment that she really does care for me...
Well I can dream, can't I?
* * *
I woke up from my short nap and glanced at the clock. Quarter-past twelve. My fertile imagination started conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. Maybe her car really did break down somewhere...or maybe she was hurt or something, and couldn't call.
Yeah, right.
I couldn't just sit there in the basement wallowing in self-pity, but what else could I do? When your wife is out on the town with her boyfriend while you're sitting alone at home, self-pity can be your only friend.
I idled upstairs into the kitchen to check on the pot roast. I figured it was beyond repair; you can only keep dinner warm for so long. But, lo and behold, when I looked in the oven the meat didn't appear to be too dried out. I cut a small piece and it seemed to be okay.
Maybe she'll be hungry after a hard night of fucking!
I wandered around the house, unsure of what to do next. I drifted into the laundry room and started folding some clothes. Just touching Natalie's shirts and dresses was making me weak! I held one of her blouses up to my breast, and I swooned. I can't help it. I still love her. I'll never stop loving her, no matter what.
Three and a half years. That's how long it's been since I've had sex with my wife. Actually, we've only done it three times during our whole marriage, and that was all within the first few months.
But after we were married for about four months, she dropped the bomb on me. One night, I was feeling boldly amorous and I asked Natalie if we could please make love. She stopped me cold and told me to sit down on the side of the bed.
"I've got something to tell you, Brian," she said seriously. Her calm, green gaze cut right to the marrow.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings too badly...but..." She paused, and an ever-so-slight wicked smile played on her lips. "Well, let's just put it this way: sex with you makes me nauseous, Brian. I'm sorry, but you fawn all over me. A woman doesn't like to be slobbered on, Brian. It makes me ill."
I was shattered. How do you respond to something like that? I sat there for a minute, stunned. And then I started to cry - which of course fueled Natalie's contempt.
"Awww, I hurt his little feelings," she said in that syrupy baby-talk she uses when she knows I'm on the ropes. "Don't worry, darling. I won't leave you. I just don't want you slobbering all over me. Sex with you just doesn't do the trick, Brian. You can understand that, can't you, little wuss?"
Well, from that time on, I haven't even thought about approaching Natalie for sex. I can pretty much forget about ever making love to my wife again. I guess I've accepted that the best I can. And I've grown to accept her little flings as well. I suppose I can't expect a woman like Natalie to go without sex...I just wish I was the one doing it with her. After all, she is my wife.
But, again, I put up with it all.
I often wonder why she even married me in the first place. It certainly wasn't love. Maybe she needed the security of having someone to come home to. I don't know. But she's too much of a free spirit to be bogged down by something as serious as love.
As for me, I think about my wife every minute of the day. She's my everything.
And it's weird, but I think my undying devotion is what makes her treat me the way she does. She resents the fact that I love her so much, I think. I don't know; I'm not a psychologist. Maybe she does love me in some kind of depraved way. I think she needs me, anyway.
I surely need her...
I awoke from my daydream and finished folding Natalie's blouses. After the last shirt was folded, I started on the dirty laundry. Spying a pair of her panties in the hand-wash basket, I fished them out, feeling a little guilty about fondling my wife's dirty underwear. But my desire quickly overcame my guilt. I untwisted the lacy white material until I found the crotch area then held the underwear up to my face, breathing in the faint scent of my wife's perfume mixed with her dried secretions.
As I stood in the laundry room with my face in Natalie's panties, I heard the key in the front door. She was home!
I tossed the panties back into the basket, then rushed out to the living room to greet my errant wife.
She was a mess. Her hair was standing up all over the place, the makeup around her eyes was mussed, and she was carrying her pumps. Her skirt and jacket were wrinkled beyond respectability.
Natalie gave me a wry smile as she handed me her shoes.
"He-llo, Brian," she sang pleasantly. She sniffed the air and smiled to herself. "Smells good! That's sweet, honey, you kept dinner warm. But, awwww, Luke and I already ate at the Tavern tonight. Sorry." She giggled and touched my nose lightly with the tip of her painted finger. I stood there in a sad daze holding her shoes as she breezed past me into the living room.
She flopped down onto the couch and stretched languidly. She looked like a sensuous, tired feline. "Brain, I'm EXHAUSTED!" She yawned loudly and ran her hands through her thick brown hair. "Whew! I got quite a workout tonight, Brian. Quite a workout..." her words drifted off as she peeled off her nylons one by one and handed them to me. "A night with Luke is better than 10 aerobics classes!
"Go get me a nice glass of wine - and get me my robe," she sighed.
I rushed to obey. After I fetched her wine and robe, I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. I sadly cut up the roast I'd been worrying over all night and put it into a Tupperware bowl, in case Natalie wanted leftovers tomorrow.
By the time I'd finished in the kitchen, Natalie had already gone to bed. I was upset because I didn't get to spend any time with her tonight. She's never home anymore. It seems she's always out with Luke, and my time with her is very limited.
For a few minutes, I stood in the living room feeling sorry for myself, gazing unconsciously at the half-empty glass of wine she left sitting on the table.
Before going to bed, I peeked in on Natalie, peacefully snuggled up to her pillow. She looked so angelic, you wouldn't have guessed that she'd just had her brains fucked out a few hours ago. A tear worked its way down my face as I quietly shut her bedroom door and walked downstairs to my lonely room in the basement.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2
Obscure ch. 02
I spent four hours standing in line today. Natalie's favorite band was coming to town, and she wanted me to pick up two tickets. She told me not to get my hopes up; the other ticket was for Luke.
After Natalie left for work this morning, I hopped the bus downtown to the ticket outlet. There was already a huge crowd jockeying for spots in the line by the time I got there, and I was afraid the concert would sell out before I got up to the window. Fortunately, after a long, hot wait in the crowded line, crushed up against people from all sides, I was able to get a pair of tickets. They weren't the greatest seats, but the lady at the window said they were the best she had available.
By the time I'd secured the tickets, it was already past 2 o'clock. Natalie usually gets home from work around 6, so I knew I barely had enough time to run all my errands.
Normally, my day's activities wouldn't take so long, but Natalie doesn't let me drive. I got in a little fender bender a few years ago, and since then she forbids me to get behind the wheel of a car. So it's the bus for me.
By the time 6 o'clock came around, I was exhausted from a long day of standing in line, grocery shopping, picking up Natalie's dry cleaning, and then rushing home to get the house spic and span.
Natalie came home at a quarter after 6. "I need a drink out here," she called as soon as she walked through the door.
"Hello, Natalie," I said as I deferentially handed her a vodka and tonic, made just the way she likes it. "You look very beautiful tonight," I fawned. "That suit is my favorite - you look gorgeous in it."
"Did you get the tickets?" she asked without even acknowledging my compliment.
I retrieved the tickets and handed them to her. She looked at them and frowned. "What the hell - these seats are in the peanut gallery!" She hauled off and slapped me hard across the face, sending my glasses flying.
"These are the best seats you could get?!?" she screamed. "How do you expect me to watch a concert from way back in the second tier?!? And what's Luke gonna say? He was looking forward to this concert, goddamn it; now I gotta tell him that my loser of a husband can't even pick up concert tickets right!"
"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered, bending over to pick up my glasses. "The lady at the ticket window said those were the best she could get."
Halfway through my sentence, she turned away from me and walked into the living room. I saw her take the cordless phone over to the couch. She sat down, lit a cigarette and started dialing, while I retreated to the kitchen to finish dinner.
"Hey, there, sexy thaaang," she drawled after her party had answered, and I knew she was talking to Luke. I stood quietly in the kitchen cutting up onions while my wife lounged on the couch like a teenager and talked to her lover.
"Well, the asshole got us seats in the second tier," I heard her say. I pricked up my ears. There was a pause. "Yeah, I know, he's a worthless chimp. But he's a sweetheart," she added with a giggle. Another pause. "Tomorrow? I've got the Harrison case - just wrapping up the paperwork - but after that I'm free.
"Sounds great. Oh, yeah, it sounds like a lot of fun! See ya tomorrow. Bye-bye!" She clicked off the phone.
I stayed busy in the kitchen while Natalie relaxed on the couch and watched the news. After awhile she called out to me.
"Brian. Make sure my blue shorts-outfit is ready and pack it in my overnight bag. Luke's taking me for a spin on his boat after work tomorrow. And get the suntan lotion. And make sure to pack my swimsuit, too."
I didn't say anything. My heart shivered.
Luke again.
It wasn't enough that she was out with him most every night; did she have to flaunt him in front of my face every waking hour? Every time she mentioned his name, I would burn inside.
My wife's agitated voice interrupted my contemplation.
"Excuse me - am I talking to the walls? Do you hear me talking to you?" I heard Natalie snap her fingers. "Get in here, Brian!"
Uh-oh. She was in another one of her "moods." Another tough day at work, and I was in for it again tonight!
I hurried into the living room and stood nervously before my reclining wife.
"I expect you to answer me when I'm talking to you," she began in an irritated tone. "Now, like I said: Luke is taking me on his boat tomorrow night. I want my blue shorts outfit ironed, and my bathing suit. And the suntan lotion. And pack towels. Did you understand that, loser, or is it too fucking deep for you?"
"Yes, Natalie. I-I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn't hear you at first."
But I was talking to her hand as she held up her palm and said, "whatever. Get out of my face, creep. Just make sure my stuff is packed."
As I turned to leave, she called after me, "hey, creep, when's dinner gonna be ready? I'm starving!"
"It's almost done, Natalie; maybe ten more minutes."
"Good. Go." She picked up the remote control and continued flipping through the channels as I hurried off to finish her dinner.
I was full of resentment as I stood in front of the stove putting the finishing touches on Natalie's salad. She hadn't been home much lately, and I was hoping we could spend a nice Friday evening together for a change. But now she had plans with Luke. I kept picturing her out on the lake with her boyfriend...maybe making love in a secluded spot somewhere, rocking the boat...
After supper, Natalie picked up the phone and called her best friend Laura while I did the dishes. She was still gabbing on the phone when I went upstairs to get her clothes ready for the next day.
I'd just finished pressing her blue summer outfit when she called for me from her bedroom.
I hurried into the bedroom, where I found Natalie sitting naked on her overstuffed bed. She smiled at me devilishly and told me to kneel before her.
"Guess what, sweetheart? Naughty Natty is feeling kinda horny tonight, and there's no hunk around to keep her company. Ya know what that means?"
My spirits soared. Was she actually going to let me lick her tonight? It had been months!
When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs, I realized that indeed she was going to allow me the honor of licking her beautiful pussy!
She started playing with her pussy. I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers softly caressing her sacred vagina. Natalie keeps her pubic hairs neatly trimmed; she says Luke likes it that way.
Natalie caught me staring at her pussy. She looked down at me, her lips curled up in a haughty half-smile.
"See, I'm not such a bitch after all, Brian. I'm going to let you lick me tonight. Isn't that nice of me? What has it been - a whole month since you last got to lick me?"
"It's been about four months, Natalie."
"Well, whatever. Crawl up here and do it."
"Thank you, Natalie. I love you," I said breathlessly as I climbed onto Natalie's huge bed and began worshipping her.
"Don't tell me you love me, toad - it'll ruin the mood," she said flippantly, slapping me upside the head.
After about 10 minutes, Natalie grabbed my hair and yanked hard, causing me to yelp in pain. Then she grabbed both of my ears and twisted them painfully back and forth as she rode my face to a powerful orgasm. I continued licking her softly as she came down from her climax. While I was nuzzling against her wet pussy, Natalie sighed and let a soft fart escape. I continued worshipping her as if in a dream.
"That's all," she said after a few minutes. I lifted my head from between her soft legs and looked up at her reverently.
"That was a good one, Brian." Natalie purred, patting me hard on top of my head. "I was fantasizing about me and Luke on the boat tomorrow! He was fucking me in the butt!" she added with a girlish squeal.
I felt like a hurt puppy. She looked down at me and smiled.
"Well, Brian, you finally got to lick my pussy, so I guess you're all set for another three or four months now, huh?"
"I-I don't know," I gulped. "Whatever you want, Natalie."
She rolled her eyes. "You've got to be the most spineless excuse for a man I've ever met in my life, Brian! Most men would stand up for themselves - at least once in awhile! But you..." She let her words trail off as she shook her head and laughed to herself.
"I guess there's just no hope for you," she said. "You're a doormat, Brian. I guess we all have our roles in life, and that's yours. So tell me: do you like being my doormat, Brian?"
I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, she would surely laugh at me. And if I said no, she would probably slap me.
I decided to take the safe route: "I just love you, Natalie, and I want to make you happy."
"Well, then, do you know what makes me happy?" she shot back. "What makes me happy, Brian, is a big, strong hunk of a man - like Luke - who will take me in his arms...and sweep me off my feet...and pin me down...and ravish me! That's what makes me happy! I like it hard, Brian - just in case you were wondering. I like it looooooong and hard!"
Her eyes gleamed with the happy fires of Hell. She was on a roll now.
"You know what else I like, Brian?" She slapped me across the face and pinched my nose hard with her fingernails. "The fact that you're such a wuss that I fuck him whenever I want, right under your nose, and you don't do a goddamn thing about it! You just sit there and put up with it!
"How am I supposed to respect someone like that?" she continued, curling up her nose in disgust. "Tell me, Brian, how do you expect someone to give you any respect when you let them walk all over you?"
She hardly paused to take a breath as she continued badgering me. "Do you ever wonder why this isn't exactly a monogamous relationship? It's because you're pathetic, Brian...you're a loser! And I don't have time to mess around with losers."
I was getting that heavy feeling in my heart again. I never know how to react when my wife goes off on one of her tirades. I try my best not to cry. Usually I'm unsuccessful.
"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered. The tears were already beginning to well up in my throat. "Sometimes I just wish that we could have a normal relationship...you know, like a lot of other married couples...I really want to make you happy, but I get sad sometimes watching you go off with...with Luke." I could barely get his name past my lips. "I just wish I could give you what you need, so you wouldn't have to go...you know...go to him," I said sadly.
Natalie busted out giggling. "Yeah, right! You couldn't satisfy a Barbie doll, Brian, and you know it! I think you'd better stick with the things you know best: like cooking...and cleaning...and washing out my nylons...you know, all that fun domestic stuff that you like to do so much! Oh, Luke is fantastic in the bedroom, don't get me wrong - but no one washes out a pair of panties the way you do, honey! You use just the right amount of fabric softener to make all my clothes smell April fresh! And you're just the best damn shoe-shine boy I've ever seen in my life! So don't worry about Luke. Let's just say he has his strengths, and you have yours."
She reached down and tousled my hair. "Don't worry, Brian. I don't know what I'd do without you. I know I can be a real bitch sometimes, and I swear, I don't know how in the hell you put up with me!"
This was as close to a "thank you" as I've ever gotten from Natalie. I felt like I was glowing. I'm always supremely grateful for any morsel of praise she decides to throw my way.
"Thank you, Natalie. I really want you to be happy," I gushed.
"Well, I am happy," she yawned. "Now get out of here and let me go to sleep. That'll make me happy, Brian. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."
I shuffled across the plush bedroom carpet and softly closed the door behind me.
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After Natalie left for work this morning, I hopped the bus downtown to the ticket outlet. There was already a huge crowd jockeying for spots in the line by the time I got there, and I was afraid the concert would sell out before I got up to the window. Fortunately, after a long, hot wait in the crowded line, crushed up against people from all sides, I was able to get a pair of tickets. They weren't the greatest seats, but the lady at the window said they were the best she had available.
By the time I'd secured the tickets, it was already past 2 o'clock. Natalie usually gets home from work around 6, so I knew I barely had enough time to run all my errands.
Normally, my day's activities wouldn't take so long, but Natalie doesn't let me drive. I got in a little fender bender a few years ago, and since then she forbids me to get behind the wheel of a car. So it's the bus for me.
By the time 6 o'clock came around, I was exhausted from a long day of standing in line, grocery shopping, picking up Natalie's dry cleaning, and then rushing home to get the house spic and span.
Natalie came home at a quarter after 6. "I need a drink out here," she called as soon as she walked through the door.
"Hello, Natalie," I said as I deferentially handed her a vodka and tonic, made just the way she likes it. "You look very beautiful tonight," I fawned. "That suit is my favorite - you look gorgeous in it."
"Did you get the tickets?" she asked without even acknowledging my compliment.
I retrieved the tickets and handed them to her. She looked at them and frowned. "What the hell - these seats are in the peanut gallery!" She hauled off and slapped me hard across the face, sending my glasses flying.
"These are the best seats you could get?!?" she screamed. "How do you expect me to watch a concert from way back in the second tier?!? And what's Luke gonna say? He was looking forward to this concert, goddamn it; now I gotta tell him that my loser of a husband can't even pick up concert tickets right!"
"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered, bending over to pick up my glasses. "The lady at the ticket window said those were the best she could get."
Halfway through my sentence, she turned away from me and walked into the living room. I saw her take the cordless phone over to the couch. She sat down, lit a cigarette and started dialing, while I retreated to the kitchen to finish dinner.
"Hey, there, sexy thaaang," she drawled after her party had answered, and I knew she was talking to Luke. I stood quietly in the kitchen cutting up onions while my wife lounged on the couch like a teenager and talked to her lover.
"Well, the asshole got us seats in the second tier," I heard her say. I pricked up my ears. There was a pause. "Yeah, I know, he's a worthless chimp. But he's a sweetheart," she added with a giggle. Another pause. "Tomorrow? I've got the Harrison case - just wrapping up the paperwork - but after that I'm free.
"Sounds great. Oh, yeah, it sounds like a lot of fun! See ya tomorrow. Bye-bye!" She clicked off the phone.
I stayed busy in the kitchen while Natalie relaxed on the couch and watched the news. After awhile she called out to me.
"Brian. Make sure my blue shorts-outfit is ready and pack it in my overnight bag. Luke's taking me for a spin on his boat after work tomorrow. And get the suntan lotion. And make sure to pack my swimsuit, too."
I didn't say anything. My heart shivered.
Luke again.
It wasn't enough that she was out with him most every night; did she have to flaunt him in front of my face every waking hour? Every time she mentioned his name, I would burn inside.
My wife's agitated voice interrupted my contemplation.
"Excuse me - am I talking to the walls? Do you hear me talking to you?" I heard Natalie snap her fingers. "Get in here, Brian!"
Uh-oh. She was in another one of her "moods." Another tough day at work, and I was in for it again tonight!
I hurried into the living room and stood nervously before my reclining wife.
"I expect you to answer me when I'm talking to you," she began in an irritated tone. "Now, like I said: Luke is taking me on his boat tomorrow night. I want my blue shorts outfit ironed, and my bathing suit. And the suntan lotion. And pack towels. Did you understand that, loser, or is it too fucking deep for you?"
"Yes, Natalie. I-I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn't hear you at first."
But I was talking to her hand as she held up her palm and said, "whatever. Get out of my face, creep. Just make sure my stuff is packed."
As I turned to leave, she called after me, "hey, creep, when's dinner gonna be ready? I'm starving!"
"It's almost done, Natalie; maybe ten more minutes."
"Good. Go." She picked up the remote control and continued flipping through the channels as I hurried off to finish her dinner.
I was full of resentment as I stood in front of the stove putting the finishing touches on Natalie's salad. She hadn't been home much lately, and I was hoping we could spend a nice Friday evening together for a change. But now she had plans with Luke. I kept picturing her out on the lake with her boyfriend...maybe making love in a secluded spot somewhere, rocking the boat...
After supper, Natalie picked up the phone and called her best friend Laura while I did the dishes. She was still gabbing on the phone when I went upstairs to get her clothes ready for the next day.
I'd just finished pressing her blue summer outfit when she called for me from her bedroom.
I hurried into the bedroom, where I found Natalie sitting naked on her overstuffed bed. She smiled at me devilishly and told me to kneel before her.
"Guess what, sweetheart? Naughty Natty is feeling kinda horny tonight, and there's no hunk around to keep her company. Ya know what that means?"
My spirits soared. Was she actually going to let me lick her tonight? It had been months!
When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs, I realized that indeed she was going to allow me the honor of licking her beautiful pussy!
She started playing with her pussy. I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers softly caressing her sacred vagina. Natalie keeps her pubic hairs neatly trimmed; she says Luke likes it that way.
Natalie caught me staring at her pussy. She looked down at me, her lips curled up in a haughty half-smile.
"See, I'm not such a bitch after all, Brian. I'm going to let you lick me tonight. Isn't that nice of me? What has it been - a whole month since you last got to lick me?"
"It's been about four months, Natalie."
"Well, whatever. Crawl up here and do it."
"Thank you, Natalie. I love you," I said breathlessly as I climbed onto Natalie's huge bed and began worshipping her.
"Don't tell me you love me, toad - it'll ruin the mood," she said flippantly, slapping me upside the head.
After about 10 minutes, Natalie grabbed my hair and yanked hard, causing me to yelp in pain. Then she grabbed both of my ears and twisted them painfully back and forth as she rode my face to a powerful orgasm. I continued licking her softly as she came down from her climax. While I was nuzzling against her wet pussy, Natalie sighed and let a soft fart escape. I continued worshipping her as if in a dream.
"That's all," she said after a few minutes. I lifted my head from between her soft legs and looked up at her reverently.
"That was a good one, Brian." Natalie purred, patting me hard on top of my head. "I was fantasizing about me and Luke on the boat tomorrow! He was fucking me in the butt!" she added with a girlish squeal.
I felt like a hurt puppy. She looked down at me and smiled.
"Well, Brian, you finally got to lick my pussy, so I guess you're all set for another three or four months now, huh?"
"I-I don't know," I gulped. "Whatever you want, Natalie."
She rolled her eyes. "You've got to be the most spineless excuse for a man I've ever met in my life, Brian! Most men would stand up for themselves - at least once in awhile! But you..." She let her words trail off as she shook her head and laughed to herself.
"I guess there's just no hope for you," she said. "You're a doormat, Brian. I guess we all have our roles in life, and that's yours. So tell me: do you like being my doormat, Brian?"
I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, she would surely laugh at me. And if I said no, she would probably slap me.
I decided to take the safe route: "I just love you, Natalie, and I want to make you happy."
"Well, then, do you know what makes me happy?" she shot back. "What makes me happy, Brian, is a big, strong hunk of a man - like Luke - who will take me in his arms...and sweep me off my feet...and pin me down...and ravish me! That's what makes me happy! I like it hard, Brian - just in case you were wondering. I like it looooooong and hard!"
Her eyes gleamed with the happy fires of Hell. She was on a roll now.
"You know what else I like, Brian?" She slapped me across the face and pinched my nose hard with her fingernails. "The fact that you're such a wuss that I fuck him whenever I want, right under your nose, and you don't do a goddamn thing about it! You just sit there and put up with it!
"How am I supposed to respect someone like that?" she continued, curling up her nose in disgust. "Tell me, Brian, how do you expect someone to give you any respect when you let them walk all over you?"
She hardly paused to take a breath as she continued badgering me. "Do you ever wonder why this isn't exactly a monogamous relationship? It's because you're pathetic, Brian...you're a loser! And I don't have time to mess around with losers."
I was getting that heavy feeling in my heart again. I never know how to react when my wife goes off on one of her tirades. I try my best not to cry. Usually I'm unsuccessful.
"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered. The tears were already beginning to well up in my throat. "Sometimes I just wish that we could have a normal relationship...you know, like a lot of other married couples...I really want to make you happy, but I get sad sometimes watching you go off with...with Luke." I could barely get his name past my lips. "I just wish I could give you what you need, so you wouldn't have to go...you know...go to him," I said sadly.
Natalie busted out giggling. "Yeah, right! You couldn't satisfy a Barbie doll, Brian, and you know it! I think you'd better stick with the things you know best: like cooking...and cleaning...and washing out my nylons...you know, all that fun domestic stuff that you like to do so much! Oh, Luke is fantastic in the bedroom, don't get me wrong - but no one washes out a pair of panties the way you do, honey! You use just the right amount of fabric softener to make all my clothes smell April fresh! And you're just the best damn shoe-shine boy I've ever seen in my life! So don't worry about Luke. Let's just say he has his strengths, and you have yours."
She reached down and tousled my hair. "Don't worry, Brian. I don't know what I'd do without you. I know I can be a real bitch sometimes, and I swear, I don't know how in the hell you put up with me!"
This was as close to a "thank you" as I've ever gotten from Natalie. I felt like I was glowing. I'm always supremely grateful for any morsel of praise she decides to throw my way.
"Thank you, Natalie. I really want you to be happy," I gushed.
"Well, I am happy," she yawned. "Now get out of here and let me go to sleep. That'll make me happy, Brian. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."
I shuffled across the plush bedroom carpet and softly closed the door behind me.
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Obscure ch. 03
Today was a relatively relaxing day. Natalie was going boating with Luke tonight, so there was no rush to get my chores done on time.
I spent a good part of the day taking care of the little things I usually don't have time to do. I thoroughly scrubbed out the refrigerator and polished all the silverware. I also caught up on all Natalie's hand-washables. There was a huge pile of dirty lingerie and nylons, and I spent a good two hours painstakingly hand-washing my beautiful wife's lacy unmentionables.
At first I tried to ignore the crusty yellowish stains that marked a few pairs of her underwear, but how could I? It's hard to overlook someone else's cumstains on your wife's panties. But I just tried to block it and finish my washing.
I finished with my daily chores around 5, then went down to my room to rest awhile. I knew Natalie would be getting off work shortly, and soon she'd be out on the water with Luke. I secretly hoped that it would rain so maybe she would come home early, but no such luck: it was a gorgeous, sunny day, without a cloud in the sky.
Maybe I'd get lucky and Luke would fall out of the boat and drown!
I met Luke once, at a work function Natalie dragged me to. She usually doesn't let me come to her "lawyer parties", but this time she brought me with her for some reason. As soon as I laid eyes on the tall, handsome man standing assuredly on the other side of the room, I knew it was him. Luke spotted me gawking at him and winked at me. After a few minutes, Natalie made her way over to him and they sat on the couch, engrossed in conversation. I stewed at the bar for the rest of the night while they laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
Luke is one of the rising stars in the New Hampshire prosecutors office. He's as sharp as my Natalie, and tall and handsome, to boot. Even I have to admit; they make a perfect couple.
Luke knows all about our strange marriage. He calls the house all the time for Natalie, and when I answer, he really goes out of his way to embarrass me.
He called for her one day last week...
"Hey, Brian, where's that sexy little wife of yours?" he drawled. "Wait - before you get her, do me a favor. I want you to be sure Natty wears those black silk panties to work tomorrow, okay? The French-cut pair, with the paisley lace. Those are my favorites! You know the ones I'm talking about. Pick them out for her and tell her I wanted her to wear them. You think you can handle that, Brian?"
"Uh..." I couldn't get any sound out. Luke took my silence as a yes.
"Good! I'm glad you're being so...cooperative," he chuckled. "Now go get my little Natalie-poo and tell 'er daddy's on the phone."
Luke's calls would always put me into a deep depression. It got to the point where I jumped every time the phone rang.
I read a book for a few hours until my eyes got tired. From my bed, I could see the day's last sunrays beaming through the basement window. It would be dark soon, and they probably wouldn't stay out on the water after dark...
I took a nap, and when I woke up it was past 10. She still wasn't home. I sat in my room with my ears pricked, listening for the sound of her Mercedes pulling up in the driveway. I stayed up until four in the morning waiting for my wife to come home, but she never did. Eventually, I cried myself back to sleep.
* * *
Natalie returned home just after 10 o'clock Saturday afternoon. Her face was slightly burned from her afternoon in the sun. She was still wearing the blue shorts-outfit I'd pressed for her the day before.
"Go get my bag from the car," was the first thing she said to me when she came in.
When I returned with her bag, Natalie was talking on the phone to somebody. "Okay, I'll see you in a minute," she said, then clicked off the phone.
"Laura's coming over for breakfast, Brian, so get busy in the kitchen," she announced as she leafed through her mail. "I want Eggs Benedict and hash browns. Bring me a glass of orange juice first, though."
I fetched Natalie's juice, then started cooking her favorite breakfast. After a few minutes, I heard Laura come in, and they sat at the dining room table talking while I fixed their meal.
Laura is kind of a stuck-up bitch - which would explain why my wife gets along with her so well! She only lives a few blocks away, and she comes over two or three times a week. Natalie brags to her all the time about our uneven relationship, and Laura thinks it's just the coolest thing! She's always riding me about being pussy-whipped. That's what Laura calls me: P.W.
I served my wife and her friend breakfast while they chatted, ignoring me completely. Natalie was telling Laura about her date with Luke last night.
"So we finally ended up at his place," Natalie was saying while I poured the coffee. "Another marathon, baby!"
Laura shifted forward in her chair, interested. "How many times?" she asked.
Natalie sipped her coffee and smiled impishly. She held up five fingers.
Laura squealed. "You did it five times?!? My God - you guys are sex fiends!"
Natalie leaned back, tossed down her napkin dramatically and heaved a loud sigh. "Well, Laura, you know what they say: a hard man is good to find!"
They both giggled. Suddenly Natalie looked up at me, irritated.
"What are you doing eavesdropping on our conversation?!? Don't you have some clothes to wash or something?"
"Y-yes, Natalie, I'm sorry," I stammered as I retreated from the dining room.
"Boy, now THAT'S the way you're supposed to train 'em!" I heard Laura exclaim as I left the room. "I just can't get over it! P.W. to the max! How in the world do you do it, Natalie?"
STAY TUNED FOR PART 4: "GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER?"
I spent a good part of the day taking care of the little things I usually don't have time to do. I thoroughly scrubbed out the refrigerator and polished all the silverware. I also caught up on all Natalie's hand-washables. There was a huge pile of dirty lingerie and nylons, and I spent a good two hours painstakingly hand-washing my beautiful wife's lacy unmentionables.
At first I tried to ignore the crusty yellowish stains that marked a few pairs of her underwear, but how could I? It's hard to overlook someone else's cumstains on your wife's panties. But I just tried to block it and finish my washing.
I finished with my daily chores around 5, then went down to my room to rest awhile. I knew Natalie would be getting off work shortly, and soon she'd be out on the water with Luke. I secretly hoped that it would rain so maybe she would come home early, but no such luck: it was a gorgeous, sunny day, without a cloud in the sky.
Maybe I'd get lucky and Luke would fall out of the boat and drown!
I met Luke once, at a work function Natalie dragged me to. She usually doesn't let me come to her "lawyer parties", but this time she brought me with her for some reason. As soon as I laid eyes on the tall, handsome man standing assuredly on the other side of the room, I knew it was him. Luke spotted me gawking at him and winked at me. After a few minutes, Natalie made her way over to him and they sat on the couch, engrossed in conversation. I stewed at the bar for the rest of the night while they laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
Luke is one of the rising stars in the New Hampshire prosecutors office. He's as sharp as my Natalie, and tall and handsome, to boot. Even I have to admit; they make a perfect couple.
Luke knows all about our strange marriage. He calls the house all the time for Natalie, and when I answer, he really goes out of his way to embarrass me.
He called for her one day last week...
"Hey, Brian, where's that sexy little wife of yours?" he drawled. "Wait - before you get her, do me a favor. I want you to be sure Natty wears those black silk panties to work tomorrow, okay? The French-cut pair, with the paisley lace. Those are my favorites! You know the ones I'm talking about. Pick them out for her and tell her I wanted her to wear them. You think you can handle that, Brian?"
"Uh..." I couldn't get any sound out. Luke took my silence as a yes.
"Good! I'm glad you're being so...cooperative," he chuckled. "Now go get my little Natalie-poo and tell 'er daddy's on the phone."
Luke's calls would always put me into a deep depression. It got to the point where I jumped every time the phone rang.
I read a book for a few hours until my eyes got tired. From my bed, I could see the day's last sunrays beaming through the basement window. It would be dark soon, and they probably wouldn't stay out on the water after dark...
I took a nap, and when I woke up it was past 10. She still wasn't home. I sat in my room with my ears pricked, listening for the sound of her Mercedes pulling up in the driveway. I stayed up until four in the morning waiting for my wife to come home, but she never did. Eventually, I cried myself back to sleep.
* * *
Natalie returned home just after 10 o'clock Saturday afternoon. Her face was slightly burned from her afternoon in the sun. She was still wearing the blue shorts-outfit I'd pressed for her the day before.
"Go get my bag from the car," was the first thing she said to me when she came in.
When I returned with her bag, Natalie was talking on the phone to somebody. "Okay, I'll see you in a minute," she said, then clicked off the phone.
"Laura's coming over for breakfast, Brian, so get busy in the kitchen," she announced as she leafed through her mail. "I want Eggs Benedict and hash browns. Bring me a glass of orange juice first, though."
I fetched Natalie's juice, then started cooking her favorite breakfast. After a few minutes, I heard Laura come in, and they sat at the dining room table talking while I fixed their meal.
Laura is kind of a stuck-up bitch - which would explain why my wife gets along with her so well! She only lives a few blocks away, and she comes over two or three times a week. Natalie brags to her all the time about our uneven relationship, and Laura thinks it's just the coolest thing! She's always riding me about being pussy-whipped. That's what Laura calls me: P.W.
I served my wife and her friend breakfast while they chatted, ignoring me completely. Natalie was telling Laura about her date with Luke last night.
"So we finally ended up at his place," Natalie was saying while I poured the coffee. "Another marathon, baby!"
Laura shifted forward in her chair, interested. "How many times?" she asked.
Natalie sipped her coffee and smiled impishly. She held up five fingers.
Laura squealed. "You did it five times?!? My God - you guys are sex fiends!"
Natalie leaned back, tossed down her napkin dramatically and heaved a loud sigh. "Well, Laura, you know what they say: a hard man is good to find!"
They both giggled. Suddenly Natalie looked up at me, irritated.
"What are you doing eavesdropping on our conversation?!? Don't you have some clothes to wash or something?"
"Y-yes, Natalie, I'm sorry," I stammered as I retreated from the dining room.
"Boy, now THAT'S the way you're supposed to train 'em!" I heard Laura exclaim as I left the room. "I just can't get over it! P.W. to the max! How in the world do you do it, Natalie?"
STAY TUNED FOR PART 4: "GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER?"
Obscure ch. 04
Well, I knew this day would come eventually. But that still doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
Natalie sure didn't give me much notice. She broke the terrible news to me one hot Sunday morning.
"I was talking with Luke yesterday," she said archly as I handed her the Sunday paper. "He's intrigued with you, Brian. He can't understand how you can be such a wuss." She flashed her teeth at me. "He says it turns him on."
She scanned her paper for a moment while I stood there like a mule. Finally, Natalie turned her attention back to me.
"Anyway, I was talking to him about it, and we thought it would be nice if he came over for dinner tonight. He wants to get to know you better, Brian. Do you think you could whip up something nice for dinner tonight?"
My mind reeled. I felt like I was going to throw up!
"C'mon, Brian. It's not exactly like this is a surprise or anything. Besides, I want you to accept Luke. You just have to get to know him better; he's really a sweetheart!" she giggled.
I felt I had to fight this somehow. "Natalie, please don't make me do this," I croaked.
She curled her lip. "Listen, I'm not making you do anything. You could've walked away from this a long time ago, Brian. But if you don't want to see Luke tonight, that's fine with me. Pack up and go! I'll have Luke draw up the divorce papers Monday!"
I couldn't say anything. She'd won again, and we both knew it.
Finally, in a defeated voice, I mumbled, "I'm sorry, Natalie. Please don't do that...I'll try to make you happy. I don't mind if....if he...comes over tonight."
"Oh, it won't be just tonight," she shot back triumphantly. "You can plan on Luke spending a lot of time over here from now on. A lot of time..." A secret smile crossed her pretty face as she folded up her newspaper.
"Well, Brian, now that we've got that out of the way, you have a lot of work to do. I want this place spotless by the time he gets here tonight. I want everything to sparkle! He'll be here around 7, so I suggest you get moving."
* * *
I was exhausted. I'd spent the entire day scrubbing down the whole house, and every joint in my body was sore.
But I felt even worse inside.
I've known about Natalie's infidelities from the start. How could I not have known? She's flaunted her extracurricular activities all along.
But tonight was going to be something new altogether. I kept hoping that maybe I was in the middle of some crazy dream, and that I'd wake up.
Natalie didn't help matters much. She was in a great mood all day. She told me that she had been looking forward to this for a long time, and she acted like a schoolgirl on prom night.
She had me give her a long foot massage before she took a shower. While I knelt at my wife's feet, we had a long, serious discussion about our relationship.
"Does it make you sad that Luke is coming over tonight, Brian?" she teased as I vigorously rubbed lotion into her foot.
"I-I don't know," I stammered. "Uh, yes...it does make me very sad, Natalie. I don't understand why...why things have to be like this."
Natalie leaned back in her recliner and studied my downtrodden face for a moment. After a long pause, she spoke.
"You knew I was an evil bitch when you married me, Brian," she began. "And, besides, I know you like it! Otherwise, you'd have left me a long time ago. You don't fool me, Brian. I've had you figured out from the start! You're a person who enjoys being used and abused. And I'm just the kind of bitch who will do it to you! So quit complaining - you ought to be happy I keep your sorry ass around!"
I didn't respond to her cutting words. I just lowered my head and continued massaging my wife's foot as she sat back in her chair with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Our conversation ended as Natalie turned her attention to the television.
After about a half-hour, Natalie dismissed me. "That's enough. Go get my clothes ready. I put my outfit on the bed; it needs to be ironed. And make sure the candles in my bedroom are lit, Brian, and put the silk sheets on the bed - I want tonight to be totally romantic."
While I ironed the miniskirt Natalie was planning to wear, she called Laura and chatted for awhile. I strained to hear her conversation from my post in the laundry room. She was telling Laura all about her plans for the evening.
"Guess who's coming to dinner?" I heard Natalie say. "Yeah, I'm having him over tonight! I just told the creep this morning," she added proudly.
"Hell no, he didn't say anything!" she continued. "He knows better than to say anything - his loser ass will be out on the street in a heartbeat!"
She continued talking to Laura for awhile. Finally, at about 6 o'clock, Natalie hung up the phone and started getting ready for her lover. I heard her turn on the shower, then she began singing tunelessly over the sound of the running water. My soul ached. Did she have to be so goddamned happy?
When Natalie finished her shower, she hollered down for me to put in her Madonna CD and turn it up. While the buoyant, fluffy songs rang out mockingly throughout the house, Natalie finished getting ready for Luke.
I stood in the hallway downstairs, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked deep into my own eyes and tried to find an answer. I had no idea what was going to happen tonight. Why was she doing this? How did my life get so crazy? Why do I love her so much?
Why does she hate me so much?
At about 7:30, the doorbell rang. I was trembling. The witching hour was at hand!
"Go get that," Natalie called from upstairs. "It's probably him."
With my heart stuck in my gills, I opened the front door. My wife's aristocratic lover stood in the doorway.
"Well, hey there, stud-boy," he jeered, brushing past me into the house before I even had a chance to invite him in. "How's it hangin'? Where's my little luv-bunny?"
I gulped. "S-she's upstairs getting ready. Uh, do you want something to drink...or something?"
Luke cocked his head flashed me a look of triumph. "Yeah, Brian, you can run and fetch me a cold beer, if you have one." His tone of voice indicated that he already knew where he stood in this relationship. I scurried off to the kitchen to get Luke's beer, thinking that it sure didn't take him long to establish his turf!
When I returned, cold beer in hand, Luke was sitting on the couch. After he took the can (without thanking me), he leaned back on the couch and took a long, invigorating drink. I stood by the couch, unsure of what to do next.
Then Natalie made her grand entrance. I gasped audibly - I'd never seen her look so gorgeous! The sexy red minidress I'd ironed earlier pinched her supple frame perfectly. Her matching red "fuck-me" pumps clicked musically across the wood floor as she flashed Luke a sensuous smile and started walking slowly down the stairs.
Luke let out a loud wolf-whistle. "Wow, you look FAN-tastic, Natty!" He jumped up and met Natalie at the foot of the stairs. He grabbed the back of her head forcefully and stuck his tongue in her mouth. My wife melted.
I felt like an intruder in my own home. I didn't want to just stand there and watch, but what else was I supposed to do? At first, I tried to avert my gaze, but I kept looking back up at Natalie and her boyfriend, passionately French-kissing on the stairs. He was rubbing his hands all over her back, down her dress, over her butt, back up through her hair. My temples were pounding as I watched this man touch Natalie in a way I've never known.
Finally, they broke their embrace and walked hand-in-hand over to the couch. After they sat down, they turned their attention to me. I felt naked as they both stared at me with conspiratorial smiles on their faces. I just stood dumbly in the middle of the living room with my arms plastered to my sides, hoping to die.
Luke was the first to speak. "Brian, I was talking to your wife the other day...we were talking about you, as a matter of fact. We were wondering something: doesn't it bother you that I'm fucking her, and you're not?"
Natalie giggled and snuggled closer to her lover. They exchanged bemused glances.
"I just want her to be happy," I answered in a dull, defeated voice.
Luke put his arm around Natalie possessively and smiled at me. "Well, Brian, that's a lofty goal. It's good for you to want to make your wife happy. It's awfully big of you, I think."
Natalie purred like a cat and put her hand on Luke's muscular chest. She looked up at her lover. "He's really a good little hubby, Luke. He's so faithful....and loyal..."
"Yeah, Brian, Natalie tells me you're a real sweetheart!" Luke said to me. "She says you even iron her panties before she goes out on a date with me!"
"That's not all he does - is it, Brian?" Natalie smiled evilly at me, then turned to Luke. "He even washes out my underwear AFTER we go out!"
They both cackled. Then Luke looked up at me and smiled arrogantly.
"Brian, you might as well get used to it: me and little Natalie-poo here got a thing goin' on, and we don't plan on stopping anytime soon. I know you're a spineless little wimp, so don't even try to hide it. This is how it's going to be from now on, Brian, and if you don't like it, you can leave - you got that?"
I lowered my eyes and whispered, "uh-huh. I-I understand." I wasn't even sure what it was I was agreeing to...I just knew I didn't have the strength to try to fight this man. Natalie guffawed loudly at her boyfriend's effortless control.
Luke continued laying down the law. "I want you to get one thing straight: there's only room for one man in this household from now on - and you're looking at him. The only reason Natalie doesn't divorce your ass and marry me is that we think it's more fun this way. She likes having you around to do all her housework, Brian, but make no mistake about it: she doesn't love you. She loves me." He turned to Natalie. "Tell him, honey," he said. "Who do you love?"
"Well, what do you think?" she asked coyly. "Baby, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you!"
Luke shot me a smug look as my wife scooted up to him to give him a kiss. "Love is a many splendored thing, Brian," he said, draping his arm around Natalie's shoulder. "Aren't you happy that your wife has found that special someone to share it with?"
Then, without waiting for an answer, Luke delivered the knockout punch.
"I might as well tell you now, Brian: after I finish this case I'm working on, I'm going to be moving in here. Your wife and I have talked about it a lot, and that's what we both want. We have big plans for you, Brian. From now on, if you want to keep Natalie happy, you're going to have to work very hard to keep me happy, too."
I was horrified! I looked beseechingly at Natalie, praying she would tell me this was some kind of joke. But one glimpse at my wife told me this was no joke. I felt my stomach churning. How could this be happening? They'd obviously been planning this for some time. How could she do this to me? The worst part is, I had to hear it from Luke!
Natalie clucked her tongue. "Awwww, don't look so sad, honey. Just think: When Luke moves in here, I'll be really happy - and that's what you say you want most of all...to make me happy. Isn't it?"
I could tell by the gleam in her eye: she knew I was defeated.
"Don't you want me to be happy, Brian?" she repeated.
I started to cry. "Y-yes, Natalie. I want to make you happy," I blubbered. "I want to make you happy..."
She leaned back and smiled mischievously. "Well, then, Brian, here's what I want you to do. I want you to go kneel in front of Luke and ask him if he'll please make me happy by moving in with me!"
I managed to drop to my knees in front of the smirking Luke. "W-will you make Natalie happy and...and move in?" I intoned.
"Will I make her happy and move in...WHAT?" Luke demanded.
I caught on. "Will you make Natalie happy and move in...sir?"
"That's right. Always call me sir," Luke said firmly. "I demand respect, wimp, and you damn well better give it to me."
"Yes, sir," I answered quietly.
Luke sat up and clapped his hands. "Okay, then! I think I'm going to grant your request, Brian. After I've finished with this case, I'll be moving in here. It'll be about a week or so. I think this is gonna work out," he said, caressing my wife's ******* thigh. "From what Natalie tells me, someone has to keep her company at night!"
They fell over each other laughing.
"Al-righty, then," Natalie said after their tittering died down. "Why don't you go check on dinner, Brian, and give us a little privacy in here?"
As I turned and shuffled off to the kitchen, I could hear their wet victory kiss behind me.
As directed by Luke, I stood in the corner with my hands folded in front of me while my wife and her lover enjoyed their romantic, candle-lit dinner. Luke obviously got off treating me like a slave: from the moment he entered our home, he took the reigns firmly in hand. I guess he sensed immediately that I was totally intimidated by him.
Natalie was breaking my heart. All through their meal, she sat staring at Luke, enthralled...laughing at his jokes...hanging on his every word. I stood there like a sap and watched my wife fall in love with another man right before my eyes.
Finally, when they were finished eating, Luke looked up at me. "Brian, did you put nice, clean sheets on the bed before I got here? It's time for me and Natalie-poo to go make a little boom-boom, and I don't want to have to make love to this beautiful woman on dirty sheets!"
"Y-yes, sir, I just put clean sheets on the bed this morning," I said sadly.
Suddenly, without warning, Luke stood up and scooped my wife up into his muscular arms. Natalie kicked her legs and squealed as her burly lover held her close to his body.
"Time for bed, you sexy little bitch!" Luke said to my wife. She threw her head back and reveled in her lover's control.
"Don't wait up for us," Natalie called over her shoulder as Luke began carrying her up the stairs. "We'll call you in the morning for our breakfast!"
Luke stopped halfway up the stairs, and looked over the banister at me. "Come on up here, Brian, and give your wife a good-night kiss," he ordered.
I approached the stairs apprehensively. "Come on, she won't bite!" Luke taunted. He was still holding her effortlessly in his arms. I tiptoed up the stairs and kissed my wife lightly on the cheek.
"Thank you, Brian," she cooed sweetly. "You're such a good little puppy!"
Luke laughed and blew me a kiss. "Now, you go on to bed, little fag," he told me. "Don't you worry about us: I believe we've got matters well taken care of."
"Y-yes, sir," I mumbled. I watched in anguished silence as Luke turned away from me and carried my wife the rest of the way up the stairs. He carried her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
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Natalie sure didn't give me much notice. She broke the terrible news to me one hot Sunday morning.
"I was talking with Luke yesterday," she said archly as I handed her the Sunday paper. "He's intrigued with you, Brian. He can't understand how you can be such a wuss." She flashed her teeth at me. "He says it turns him on."
She scanned her paper for a moment while I stood there like a mule. Finally, Natalie turned her attention back to me.
"Anyway, I was talking to him about it, and we thought it would be nice if he came over for dinner tonight. He wants to get to know you better, Brian. Do you think you could whip up something nice for dinner tonight?"
My mind reeled. I felt like I was going to throw up!
"C'mon, Brian. It's not exactly like this is a surprise or anything. Besides, I want you to accept Luke. You just have to get to know him better; he's really a sweetheart!" she giggled.
I felt I had to fight this somehow. "Natalie, please don't make me do this," I croaked.
She curled her lip. "Listen, I'm not making you do anything. You could've walked away from this a long time ago, Brian. But if you don't want to see Luke tonight, that's fine with me. Pack up and go! I'll have Luke draw up the divorce papers Monday!"
I couldn't say anything. She'd won again, and we both knew it.
Finally, in a defeated voice, I mumbled, "I'm sorry, Natalie. Please don't do that...I'll try to make you happy. I don't mind if....if he...comes over tonight."
"Oh, it won't be just tonight," she shot back triumphantly. "You can plan on Luke spending a lot of time over here from now on. A lot of time..." A secret smile crossed her pretty face as she folded up her newspaper.
"Well, Brian, now that we've got that out of the way, you have a lot of work to do. I want this place spotless by the time he gets here tonight. I want everything to sparkle! He'll be here around 7, so I suggest you get moving."
* * *
I was exhausted. I'd spent the entire day scrubbing down the whole house, and every joint in my body was sore.
But I felt even worse inside.
I've known about Natalie's infidelities from the start. How could I not have known? She's flaunted her extracurricular activities all along.
But tonight was going to be something new altogether. I kept hoping that maybe I was in the middle of some crazy dream, and that I'd wake up.
Natalie didn't help matters much. She was in a great mood all day. She told me that she had been looking forward to this for a long time, and she acted like a schoolgirl on prom night.
She had me give her a long foot massage before she took a shower. While I knelt at my wife's feet, we had a long, serious discussion about our relationship.
"Does it make you sad that Luke is coming over tonight, Brian?" she teased as I vigorously rubbed lotion into her foot.
"I-I don't know," I stammered. "Uh, yes...it does make me very sad, Natalie. I don't understand why...why things have to be like this."
Natalie leaned back in her recliner and studied my downtrodden face for a moment. After a long pause, she spoke.
"You knew I was an evil bitch when you married me, Brian," she began. "And, besides, I know you like it! Otherwise, you'd have left me a long time ago. You don't fool me, Brian. I've had you figured out from the start! You're a person who enjoys being used and abused. And I'm just the kind of bitch who will do it to you! So quit complaining - you ought to be happy I keep your sorry ass around!"
I didn't respond to her cutting words. I just lowered my head and continued massaging my wife's foot as she sat back in her chair with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Our conversation ended as Natalie turned her attention to the television.
After about a half-hour, Natalie dismissed me. "That's enough. Go get my clothes ready. I put my outfit on the bed; it needs to be ironed. And make sure the candles in my bedroom are lit, Brian, and put the silk sheets on the bed - I want tonight to be totally romantic."
While I ironed the miniskirt Natalie was planning to wear, she called Laura and chatted for awhile. I strained to hear her conversation from my post in the laundry room. She was telling Laura all about her plans for the evening.
"Guess who's coming to dinner?" I heard Natalie say. "Yeah, I'm having him over tonight! I just told the creep this morning," she added proudly.
"Hell no, he didn't say anything!" she continued. "He knows better than to say anything - his loser ass will be out on the street in a heartbeat!"
She continued talking to Laura for awhile. Finally, at about 6 o'clock, Natalie hung up the phone and started getting ready for her lover. I heard her turn on the shower, then she began singing tunelessly over the sound of the running water. My soul ached. Did she have to be so goddamned happy?
When Natalie finished her shower, she hollered down for me to put in her Madonna CD and turn it up. While the buoyant, fluffy songs rang out mockingly throughout the house, Natalie finished getting ready for Luke.
I stood in the hallway downstairs, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked deep into my own eyes and tried to find an answer. I had no idea what was going to happen tonight. Why was she doing this? How did my life get so crazy? Why do I love her so much?
Why does she hate me so much?
At about 7:30, the doorbell rang. I was trembling. The witching hour was at hand!
"Go get that," Natalie called from upstairs. "It's probably him."
With my heart stuck in my gills, I opened the front door. My wife's aristocratic lover stood in the doorway.
"Well, hey there, stud-boy," he jeered, brushing past me into the house before I even had a chance to invite him in. "How's it hangin'? Where's my little luv-bunny?"
I gulped. "S-she's upstairs getting ready. Uh, do you want something to drink...or something?"
Luke cocked his head flashed me a look of triumph. "Yeah, Brian, you can run and fetch me a cold beer, if you have one." His tone of voice indicated that he already knew where he stood in this relationship. I scurried off to the kitchen to get Luke's beer, thinking that it sure didn't take him long to establish his turf!
When I returned, cold beer in hand, Luke was sitting on the couch. After he took the can (without thanking me), he leaned back on the couch and took a long, invigorating drink. I stood by the couch, unsure of what to do next.
Then Natalie made her grand entrance. I gasped audibly - I'd never seen her look so gorgeous! The sexy red minidress I'd ironed earlier pinched her supple frame perfectly. Her matching red "fuck-me" pumps clicked musically across the wood floor as she flashed Luke a sensuous smile and started walking slowly down the stairs.
Luke let out a loud wolf-whistle. "Wow, you look FAN-tastic, Natty!" He jumped up and met Natalie at the foot of the stairs. He grabbed the back of her head forcefully and stuck his tongue in her mouth. My wife melted.
I felt like an intruder in my own home. I didn't want to just stand there and watch, but what else was I supposed to do? At first, I tried to avert my gaze, but I kept looking back up at Natalie and her boyfriend, passionately French-kissing on the stairs. He was rubbing his hands all over her back, down her dress, over her butt, back up through her hair. My temples were pounding as I watched this man touch Natalie in a way I've never known.
Finally, they broke their embrace and walked hand-in-hand over to the couch. After they sat down, they turned their attention to me. I felt naked as they both stared at me with conspiratorial smiles on their faces. I just stood dumbly in the middle of the living room with my arms plastered to my sides, hoping to die.
Luke was the first to speak. "Brian, I was talking to your wife the other day...we were talking about you, as a matter of fact. We were wondering something: doesn't it bother you that I'm fucking her, and you're not?"
Natalie giggled and snuggled closer to her lover. They exchanged bemused glances.
"I just want her to be happy," I answered in a dull, defeated voice.
Luke put his arm around Natalie possessively and smiled at me. "Well, Brian, that's a lofty goal. It's good for you to want to make your wife happy. It's awfully big of you, I think."
Natalie purred like a cat and put her hand on Luke's muscular chest. She looked up at her lover. "He's really a good little hubby, Luke. He's so faithful....and loyal..."
"Yeah, Brian, Natalie tells me you're a real sweetheart!" Luke said to me. "She says you even iron her panties before she goes out on a date with me!"
"That's not all he does - is it, Brian?" Natalie smiled evilly at me, then turned to Luke. "He even washes out my underwear AFTER we go out!"
They both cackled. Then Luke looked up at me and smiled arrogantly.
"Brian, you might as well get used to it: me and little Natalie-poo here got a thing goin' on, and we don't plan on stopping anytime soon. I know you're a spineless little wimp, so don't even try to hide it. This is how it's going to be from now on, Brian, and if you don't like it, you can leave - you got that?"
I lowered my eyes and whispered, "uh-huh. I-I understand." I wasn't even sure what it was I was agreeing to...I just knew I didn't have the strength to try to fight this man. Natalie guffawed loudly at her boyfriend's effortless control.
Luke continued laying down the law. "I want you to get one thing straight: there's only room for one man in this household from now on - and you're looking at him. The only reason Natalie doesn't divorce your ass and marry me is that we think it's more fun this way. She likes having you around to do all her housework, Brian, but make no mistake about it: she doesn't love you. She loves me." He turned to Natalie. "Tell him, honey," he said. "Who do you love?"
"Well, what do you think?" she asked coyly. "Baby, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you!"
Luke shot me a smug look as my wife scooted up to him to give him a kiss. "Love is a many splendored thing, Brian," he said, draping his arm around Natalie's shoulder. "Aren't you happy that your wife has found that special someone to share it with?"
Then, without waiting for an answer, Luke delivered the knockout punch.
"I might as well tell you now, Brian: after I finish this case I'm working on, I'm going to be moving in here. Your wife and I have talked about it a lot, and that's what we both want. We have big plans for you, Brian. From now on, if you want to keep Natalie happy, you're going to have to work very hard to keep me happy, too."
I was horrified! I looked beseechingly at Natalie, praying she would tell me this was some kind of joke. But one glimpse at my wife told me this was no joke. I felt my stomach churning. How could this be happening? They'd obviously been planning this for some time. How could she do this to me? The worst part is, I had to hear it from Luke!
Natalie clucked her tongue. "Awwww, don't look so sad, honey. Just think: When Luke moves in here, I'll be really happy - and that's what you say you want most of all...to make me happy. Isn't it?"
I could tell by the gleam in her eye: she knew I was defeated.
"Don't you want me to be happy, Brian?" she repeated.
I started to cry. "Y-yes, Natalie. I want to make you happy," I blubbered. "I want to make you happy..."
She leaned back and smiled mischievously. "Well, then, Brian, here's what I want you to do. I want you to go kneel in front of Luke and ask him if he'll please make me happy by moving in with me!"
I managed to drop to my knees in front of the smirking Luke. "W-will you make Natalie happy and...and move in?" I intoned.
"Will I make her happy and move in...WHAT?" Luke demanded.
I caught on. "Will you make Natalie happy and move in...sir?"
"That's right. Always call me sir," Luke said firmly. "I demand respect, wimp, and you damn well better give it to me."
"Yes, sir," I answered quietly.
Luke sat up and clapped his hands. "Okay, then! I think I'm going to grant your request, Brian. After I've finished with this case, I'll be moving in here. It'll be about a week or so. I think this is gonna work out," he said, caressing my wife's ******* thigh. "From what Natalie tells me, someone has to keep her company at night!"
They fell over each other laughing.
"Al-righty, then," Natalie said after their tittering died down. "Why don't you go check on dinner, Brian, and give us a little privacy in here?"
As I turned and shuffled off to the kitchen, I could hear their wet victory kiss behind me.
As directed by Luke, I stood in the corner with my hands folded in front of me while my wife and her lover enjoyed their romantic, candle-lit dinner. Luke obviously got off treating me like a slave: from the moment he entered our home, he took the reigns firmly in hand. I guess he sensed immediately that I was totally intimidated by him.
Natalie was breaking my heart. All through their meal, she sat staring at Luke, enthralled...laughing at his jokes...hanging on his every word. I stood there like a sap and watched my wife fall in love with another man right before my eyes.
Finally, when they were finished eating, Luke looked up at me. "Brian, did you put nice, clean sheets on the bed before I got here? It's time for me and Natalie-poo to go make a little boom-boom, and I don't want to have to make love to this beautiful woman on dirty sheets!"
"Y-yes, sir, I just put clean sheets on the bed this morning," I said sadly.
Suddenly, without warning, Luke stood up and scooped my wife up into his muscular arms. Natalie kicked her legs and squealed as her burly lover held her close to his body.
"Time for bed, you sexy little bitch!" Luke said to my wife. She threw her head back and reveled in her lover's control.
"Don't wait up for us," Natalie called over her shoulder as Luke began carrying her up the stairs. "We'll call you in the morning for our breakfast!"
Luke stopped halfway up the stairs, and looked over the banister at me. "Come on up here, Brian, and give your wife a good-night kiss," he ordered.
I approached the stairs apprehensively. "Come on, she won't bite!" Luke taunted. He was still holding her effortlessly in his arms. I tiptoed up the stairs and kissed my wife lightly on the cheek.
"Thank you, Brian," she cooed sweetly. "You're such a good little puppy!"
Luke laughed and blew me a kiss. "Now, you go on to bed, little fag," he told me. "Don't you worry about us: I believe we've got matters well taken care of."
"Y-yes, sir," I mumbled. I watched in anguished silence as Luke turned away from me and carried my wife the rest of the way up the stairs. He carried her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
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Obscure ch. 05
On Thursday afternoon, Luke called me from work.
"Brian, we're wrapping up the Neilson case today," he said. "So I want you to get busy moving my stuff over from the apartment. I want everything done by this weekend, so I suggest you hop the bus down here and pick up the key to my apartment. I'll leave it with my secretary." Without another word, he hung up on me.
I spent the entire weekend moving Luke's stuff. For a bachelor, Luke sure did have a lot of shit! He must've had 10 bookcases full of legal books in his library. And he has almost as many clothes as Natalie! Rows of expensive suits hung in his closet - and he has a pair of shoes to match each suit.
Luckily, Natalie waived her "no-driving" rule for the weekend and allowed me to rent a moving van. Thank God - I can't imagine how long it would've taken to move everything if I had to take the bus!
Luke didn't help at all. He didn't pack any of his stuff; I had to do everything. Friday night, while I arduously sorted through everything and put his belongings into boxes, Luke and my wife went out for dinner and dancing. Luke spent the night at our house, while I slept on the couch at Luke's apartment.
It took two days of exhausting work, but by early Sunday evening I had everything moved into our house. There wasn't enough space in the closets upstairs for all Luke's clothes, so he commandeered my closet in the basement. My clothes were relegated to a box under my bed.
My life changed immediately after Luke moved in. I had to get used to waiting on Luke hand and foot now, as well as Natalie. Luke reveled in his role as king of this new household, and he demanded to be treated accordingly. He's very bit as vain and arrogant as Natalie, with the same unwavering air of superiority about him.
I love Natalie, so it's easier to put up with her bitchiness. But having to accept Luke's frequent slaps across my face is another thing. It's only been a little while since he moved in, but my spirit has been completely broken. I'm afraid to look at Luke or Natalie in the eyes anymore, and I try to avoid Luke whenever possible.
For a man who is so meticulous in his dress, Luke is an absolute slob around the house! Since he moved in, my workload has doubled. He just throws shit everywhere - then Natalie gets mad at me if there's a wet towel left in the bathroom, or if his underwear are left on the floor. I struggle to pick up after him constantly.
Luke keeps leaving the toilet seat up, which annoys Natalie something fierce. So now it's my job to make sure the seat is down after Luke goes to the bathroom. He always seems to splash a little urine on the rim of the toilet when he goes, and I have to make sure that's wiped up, too.
But it's not just the extra work that bothers me. Ever since Luke moved in, Natalie has been treating me even worse than she did before. She sees the lewd things Luke does to me, and that prompts her to go even further. They both seem to feed off each other's cruelty. It's like they try to out-do each other by thinking of new, outrageous ways to shame me.
One night after Natalie took her shower, she walked naked into the bedroom toweling her wet hair. I was on my knees in the walk-in closet vigorously polishing Natalie's shoes, while Luke was lying on the bed reading. When my wife came into the room, I lifted my head and drank in the magnificence of her limber powdered body. Unfortunately, Luke caught me gawking at her.
"Hey, I think the fag likes looking at your kitty," Luke said, laughing. "He's been staring a hole right through your pussy, Natalie!"
My wife looked over at me and sneered. "Well, him stare...that's all the pussy the little homo is ever gonna get!"
They both cracked up. Natalie sauntered slowly toward me until her pussy was right in front of my face.
"Look, honey," she said to me, prying open the soft pink lips of her sacred vagina. She was so close I could smell the shampoo on her freshly-washed hair.
Natalie grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face even closer. "Can you smell it, wimp? How long has it been since you've got to put that little dick inside this pussy? Tell Luke how long it's been!"
"Uh...it's been three years, sir" I could barely whisper.
"And tell Luke why I don't let you have sex with me, Brian," she continued badgering me.
"Uh...because...because I slobber all over her, sir" I told the smirking Luke.
Natalie clapped her hands in sarcastic applause. "That's right, Brian! Because you slobber all over me! I don't like having sex with wimps, Brian - and you're the biggest wussy of them all, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Natalie."
Luke feigned sympathy. "Awwww, it's a damn shame the faggot doesn't ever get to have sex. It just isn't fair! Wouldn't you like to have sex at least once in awhile, Brian?"
"Uh...y-yes, sir, I would," I droned.
"Well, we'll have to see if we can't fix that," he said mysteriously.
What was he up to? He certainly wasn't concerned about my lack of a sex life, I knew that! But he had something in mind.
I found out what it was a couple days later when Luke came home from work carrying a large box.
"This is a present for you, Brian," he said. Natalie was curious; she didn't know what was in the package either.
I opened the box apprehensively. My heart sank when I was the contents of the package: it was a plastic blow-up love doll!
Natalie laughed until the tears were streaming down her face when she saw the absurd doll, with its mouth puckered up into a wide "o". Luke stood by with his hands on his hips, smiling broadly.
"Her name's Lu-Lu," Luke declared. "Go ahead, Brian: blow 'er up."
I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment. As my wife and her boyfriend looked on, I began blowing up the ridiculous-looking doll.
When it was completely inflated, Luke snapped his fingers.
"You know what to do next: show us how a real man makes love, Brian," Luke chortled. He grabbed Natalie's hand and they both sat on the couch, getting comfortable for the show. "Show us how it's done, queer," Luke said. "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two!"
I closed my eyes and slowly began to mount the doll. "Not yet, you asshole," Natalie interrupted. "You're forgetting about foreplay! Don't you know anything about women, you dickless little wimp? A woman likes to be caressed...and held...and licked from head to toe. That's what a woman likes. Now do it right, Brian, and stop thinking about your own little peter!"
Fighting to hold back tears, I began to kiss the plastic doll all over. I tried to block out the squeals of laughter coming from Natalie and Luke as I began sensuously kissing and licking the doll's synthetic skin.
"Lick her ass, Brian," Luke called out. "Get your nose dirty!"
"Give her a nice French kiss," Natalie piped in.
After about 10 minutes of "foreplay," I suddenly came without even touching myself. While I spewed my pent-up frustrations all over the carpet, Luke reached down and snatched the doll away. He angrily pulled the air plug, and Lu-Lu started to deflate.
"You have got to be the sorriest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life!" Luke said, shaking his head. "A premature ejaculation - with a goddamn love doll! You blew it, Brian. From now on, you aren't even allowed to fuck Lu-Lu - how's that, you little faggot?"
"I guess it just isn't in the cards, is it, Brian?" Natalie giggled. "Now clean up your mess and get out of here, you pathetic homo!"
I broke down and cried.
THE END... until the next chapter.
"Brian, we're wrapping up the Neilson case today," he said. "So I want you to get busy moving my stuff over from the apartment. I want everything done by this weekend, so I suggest you hop the bus down here and pick up the key to my apartment. I'll leave it with my secretary." Without another word, he hung up on me.
I spent the entire weekend moving Luke's stuff. For a bachelor, Luke sure did have a lot of shit! He must've had 10 bookcases full of legal books in his library. And he has almost as many clothes as Natalie! Rows of expensive suits hung in his closet - and he has a pair of shoes to match each suit.
Luckily, Natalie waived her "no-driving" rule for the weekend and allowed me to rent a moving van. Thank God - I can't imagine how long it would've taken to move everything if I had to take the bus!
Luke didn't help at all. He didn't pack any of his stuff; I had to do everything. Friday night, while I arduously sorted through everything and put his belongings into boxes, Luke and my wife went out for dinner and dancing. Luke spent the night at our house, while I slept on the couch at Luke's apartment.
It took two days of exhausting work, but by early Sunday evening I had everything moved into our house. There wasn't enough space in the closets upstairs for all Luke's clothes, so he commandeered my closet in the basement. My clothes were relegated to a box under my bed.
My life changed immediately after Luke moved in. I had to get used to waiting on Luke hand and foot now, as well as Natalie. Luke reveled in his role as king of this new household, and he demanded to be treated accordingly. He's very bit as vain and arrogant as Natalie, with the same unwavering air of superiority about him.
I love Natalie, so it's easier to put up with her bitchiness. But having to accept Luke's frequent slaps across my face is another thing. It's only been a little while since he moved in, but my spirit has been completely broken. I'm afraid to look at Luke or Natalie in the eyes anymore, and I try to avoid Luke whenever possible.
For a man who is so meticulous in his dress, Luke is an absolute slob around the house! Since he moved in, my workload has doubled. He just throws shit everywhere - then Natalie gets mad at me if there's a wet towel left in the bathroom, or if his underwear are left on the floor. I struggle to pick up after him constantly.
Luke keeps leaving the toilet seat up, which annoys Natalie something fierce. So now it's my job to make sure the seat is down after Luke goes to the bathroom. He always seems to splash a little urine on the rim of the toilet when he goes, and I have to make sure that's wiped up, too.
But it's not just the extra work that bothers me. Ever since Luke moved in, Natalie has been treating me even worse than she did before. She sees the lewd things Luke does to me, and that prompts her to go even further. They both seem to feed off each other's cruelty. It's like they try to out-do each other by thinking of new, outrageous ways to shame me.
One night after Natalie took her shower, she walked naked into the bedroom toweling her wet hair. I was on my knees in the walk-in closet vigorously polishing Natalie's shoes, while Luke was lying on the bed reading. When my wife came into the room, I lifted my head and drank in the magnificence of her limber powdered body. Unfortunately, Luke caught me gawking at her.
"Hey, I think the fag likes looking at your kitty," Luke said, laughing. "He's been staring a hole right through your pussy, Natalie!"
My wife looked over at me and sneered. "Well, him stare...that's all the pussy the little homo is ever gonna get!"
They both cracked up. Natalie sauntered slowly toward me until her pussy was right in front of my face.
"Look, honey," she said to me, prying open the soft pink lips of her sacred vagina. She was so close I could smell the shampoo on her freshly-washed hair.
Natalie grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face even closer. "Can you smell it, wimp? How long has it been since you've got to put that little dick inside this pussy? Tell Luke how long it's been!"
"Uh...it's been three years, sir" I could barely whisper.
"And tell Luke why I don't let you have sex with me, Brian," she continued badgering me.
"Uh...because...because I slobber all over her, sir" I told the smirking Luke.
Natalie clapped her hands in sarcastic applause. "That's right, Brian! Because you slobber all over me! I don't like having sex with wimps, Brian - and you're the biggest wussy of them all, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Natalie."
Luke feigned sympathy. "Awwww, it's a damn shame the faggot doesn't ever get to have sex. It just isn't fair! Wouldn't you like to have sex at least once in awhile, Brian?"
"Uh...y-yes, sir, I would," I droned.
"Well, we'll have to see if we can't fix that," he said mysteriously.
What was he up to? He certainly wasn't concerned about my lack of a sex life, I knew that! But he had something in mind.
I found out what it was a couple days later when Luke came home from work carrying a large box.
"This is a present for you, Brian," he said. Natalie was curious; she didn't know what was in the package either.
I opened the box apprehensively. My heart sank when I was the contents of the package: it was a plastic blow-up love doll!
Natalie laughed until the tears were streaming down her face when she saw the absurd doll, with its mouth puckered up into a wide "o". Luke stood by with his hands on his hips, smiling broadly.
"Her name's Lu-Lu," Luke declared. "Go ahead, Brian: blow 'er up."
I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment. As my wife and her boyfriend looked on, I began blowing up the ridiculous-looking doll.
When it was completely inflated, Luke snapped his fingers.
"You know what to do next: show us how a real man makes love, Brian," Luke chortled. He grabbed Natalie's hand and they both sat on the couch, getting comfortable for the show. "Show us how it's done, queer," Luke said. "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two!"
I closed my eyes and slowly began to mount the doll. "Not yet, you asshole," Natalie interrupted. "You're forgetting about foreplay! Don't you know anything about women, you dickless little wimp? A woman likes to be caressed...and held...and licked from head to toe. That's what a woman likes. Now do it right, Brian, and stop thinking about your own little peter!"
Fighting to hold back tears, I began to kiss the plastic doll all over. I tried to block out the squeals of laughter coming from Natalie and Luke as I began sensuously kissing and licking the doll's synthetic skin.
"Lick her ass, Brian," Luke called out. "Get your nose dirty!"
"Give her a nice French kiss," Natalie piped in.
After about 10 minutes of "foreplay," I suddenly came without even touching myself. While I spewed my pent-up frustrations all over the carpet, Luke reached down and snatched the doll away. He angrily pulled the air plug, and Lu-Lu started to deflate.
"You have got to be the sorriest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life!" Luke said, shaking his head. "A premature ejaculation - with a goddamn love doll! You blew it, Brian. From now on, you aren't even allowed to fuck Lu-Lu - how's that, you little faggot?"
"I guess it just isn't in the cards, is it, Brian?" Natalie giggled. "Now clean up your mess and get out of here, you pathetic homo!"
I broke down and cried.
THE END... until the next chapter.
Obscure ch. 06
Saturday afternoon - garage-cleaning day. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the clammy concrete floor when Natalie hollered for me to come into the house. I wiped my hands and rushed in to see what she wanted. I found my wife sitting in the breakfast nook with her best friend, Laura. "Yes, honey?" I asked her as I humbly approached them.
Natalie crinkled up her nose and turned to Laura. "I hate it when he calls me 'honey.'" Without warning, my wife whipped around toward me and cocked her palm back back as if she were going to slap me. I instinctively cringed, but the blow never came. Laura busted out giggling. Natalie let her hand dangle in the air while I cowered before her. She looked at her friend and shook her head. "Pathetic."
Natalie peered over the brim of her glass at me, her eyes a study in mischief. With great dramatics, she loudly sipped the last of her drink. "Brian, I don't want you using those dirty little terms of endearment in front of guests!" she chided. "You've simply got to stop calling me 'honey' - it's embarrassing! Why, you're gonna make Laura here think that I actually care about you or something! "And besides," she added with an impish glint, "if you keep it up, you're gonna make Luke jealous!" That made Laura laugh even harder.
Natalie held out her glass. "Refill," she said regally. "Laura's, too." Off I dashed to fetch my wife and her friend fresh glasses of iced tea. They were engaged in conversation when I returned with the refreshments, so after I served the drinks, I took the hint and retreated to the garage to continue my cleaning. Cleaning the garage is one of my least-favorite duties. I have to thoroughly scrub it down every Saturday, whether it needs it or not. Usually it doesn't even need cleaning. I mean, how dirty can a garage get when you clean it once a week? But that's Luke's rule. One time I forgot to clean the garage floor after I washed his car, and he slipped on some soap suds. After he beat me severely, he ordained that from then on I was to clean the garage every single week. Oh, well. So it has been written... so it shall be done. At least that's the way it goes around here.
I have to follow all kinds of crazy rules like that. Some of them just don't make any sense. For instance, Natalie insists that I color-coordinate all her clothes when I hang them up in the closet! It takes a lot of extra time to do it that way - but that's the way Little Miss Priss wants it. And Luke has an idiosyncrasy I'm still trying to get used to: he absolutely HATES for a television to be left on when nobody's in the room. I don't know why this bugs him so much, but I can't tell you how many times he's slapped me in the face (or worse) because the TV was left on. I can be out mowing the lawn and they'll be inside watching television - but if they end up leaving the room, eventually Luke is going to notice the TV and get pissed. With all the chores I have to do, it's impossible to keep a constant eye on the TV situation too. But, oh well. So it has been written... It took about an hour to finish up in the garage. Luke was out golfing, so I'd have to wait till tomorrow to wash his car - and then I'd have to clean up the garage again when I was done! I sighed as I put the bucket and scrub-brush away. Off to go do the laundry now. My work is never done... I was separating the whites from the colors when Natalie called for me.
I found her lounging in the living room watching television. Laura apparently had gone home. "Brian, Luke will be back soon, and I want to surprise him," she said. "Hurry up and put the scented candles in the bedroom, and then go iron my white baby-doll. I'll be in the shower. Go!" I rushed around like a madman trying to make everything perfect before Luke returned from his golf outing. As instructed, I lit two lilac-scented candles and put them on the nightstand. Then I lowered the lights and tuned their stereo to the cool jazz station they like to listen to when they're making "boom-boom," as they call it. After I turned their bedroom into the perfect little love nook, I carefully ironed my wife's sexy baby-doll. It was silk so I had to set the iron on low, which made it harder to get the wrinkles out. When everything was finished, I reported to Natalie in the master bathroom. She was standing naked in front of the mirror applying her makeup. She was really putting it on heavy today! She looked like a tart! If only her co-workers at the firm could see her now! The famous No-Nonsense Assistant Prosecutor was painting herself up like a common street whore! I rubbed lotion on her legs and butt while she continued doing her makeup. After Natalie was all dolled up, I helped her into her freshly-ironed nightie. Then she walked into the adjoining bedroom and opened up her dresser drawer. Pulling out a pen and a piece of stationery, she scrawled a quick note:
Tiger-bear: I'm waiting for you in the bedroom. Meow! Come and get it!
"Tiger-bear." That's Natalie's pet name for Luke - "Because he's part Siberian tiger and part grizzly bear," she once told me. Every time she calls him that it makes my skin crawl. Neither of them seem to notice, though. After Natalie finished writing, she planted a perfect lipstick kiss on the bottom of the note. She then instructed me to go kneel by the front door and hold the note between my teeth. "And you better not slobber all over my note, creep - or I'll tell Luke to bust your ass!" she added as I was leaving the room. I felt ridiculous as I knelt in the foyer with Natalie's love note dangling out of my mouth. It was difficult to hold the paper between my teeth without getting it wet. And my knees were beginning to ache from kneeling on the uneven flagstone floor... I stayed in that position for about 15 minutes before Luke finally came home. As soon as he spotted me, his face broke into a wide smile. He snatched the note from my mouth and scanned it, his shit-eating grin getting larger every second. Without a word, he crumpled up the letter, tossed it to the floor, then made a bee-line upstairs to the bedroom. I leaned over and sadly picked up the balled-up piece of paper. I opened it and looked at my wife's smeared lipstick print: a kiss that wasn't meant for me... ...but I can always pretend...
I raised the piece of paper slowly up to my lips and tenderly kissed my darling wife's painted mouth...and then she put her arms around me...and I could feel her breath in my ear... A loud moan from upstairs snapped me out of my impossible dream. It sounded like Luke was killing her up there - he must've really put it in deep that time! I knew she was horny tonight, but she sounded like a damned alley-cat! Her piercing wails of, "Oh, God! Oh, my God!" seemed to go on forever, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear. I doubt if Natalie even cared. Finally, I heard her reach her climax, and then all was quiet again. I waited with my ears pricked. They usually call for me right after they have sex.
"Briiiiiaaaaaaannnnn!" Sure enough, my wife was hollering for me. They probably wanted something to drink. I rushed up the stairs to find out. "Bring us both a glass of wine, Brian," she said as soon as I opened the door. They're so predictable!
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Natalie crinkled up her nose and turned to Laura. "I hate it when he calls me 'honey.'" Without warning, my wife whipped around toward me and cocked her palm back back as if she were going to slap me. I instinctively cringed, but the blow never came. Laura busted out giggling. Natalie let her hand dangle in the air while I cowered before her. She looked at her friend and shook her head. "Pathetic."
Natalie peered over the brim of her glass at me, her eyes a study in mischief. With great dramatics, she loudly sipped the last of her drink. "Brian, I don't want you using those dirty little terms of endearment in front of guests!" she chided. "You've simply got to stop calling me 'honey' - it's embarrassing! Why, you're gonna make Laura here think that I actually care about you or something! "And besides," she added with an impish glint, "if you keep it up, you're gonna make Luke jealous!" That made Laura laugh even harder.
Natalie held out her glass. "Refill," she said regally. "Laura's, too." Off I dashed to fetch my wife and her friend fresh glasses of iced tea. They were engaged in conversation when I returned with the refreshments, so after I served the drinks, I took the hint and retreated to the garage to continue my cleaning. Cleaning the garage is one of my least-favorite duties. I have to thoroughly scrub it down every Saturday, whether it needs it or not. Usually it doesn't even need cleaning. I mean, how dirty can a garage get when you clean it once a week? But that's Luke's rule. One time I forgot to clean the garage floor after I washed his car, and he slipped on some soap suds. After he beat me severely, he ordained that from then on I was to clean the garage every single week. Oh, well. So it has been written... so it shall be done. At least that's the way it goes around here.
I have to follow all kinds of crazy rules like that. Some of them just don't make any sense. For instance, Natalie insists that I color-coordinate all her clothes when I hang them up in the closet! It takes a lot of extra time to do it that way - but that's the way Little Miss Priss wants it. And Luke has an idiosyncrasy I'm still trying to get used to: he absolutely HATES for a television to be left on when nobody's in the room. I don't know why this bugs him so much, but I can't tell you how many times he's slapped me in the face (or worse) because the TV was left on. I can be out mowing the lawn and they'll be inside watching television - but if they end up leaving the room, eventually Luke is going to notice the TV and get pissed. With all the chores I have to do, it's impossible to keep a constant eye on the TV situation too. But, oh well. So it has been written... It took about an hour to finish up in the garage. Luke was out golfing, so I'd have to wait till tomorrow to wash his car - and then I'd have to clean up the garage again when I was done! I sighed as I put the bucket and scrub-brush away. Off to go do the laundry now. My work is never done... I was separating the whites from the colors when Natalie called for me.
I found her lounging in the living room watching television. Laura apparently had gone home. "Brian, Luke will be back soon, and I want to surprise him," she said. "Hurry up and put the scented candles in the bedroom, and then go iron my white baby-doll. I'll be in the shower. Go!" I rushed around like a madman trying to make everything perfect before Luke returned from his golf outing. As instructed, I lit two lilac-scented candles and put them on the nightstand. Then I lowered the lights and tuned their stereo to the cool jazz station they like to listen to when they're making "boom-boom," as they call it. After I turned their bedroom into the perfect little love nook, I carefully ironed my wife's sexy baby-doll. It was silk so I had to set the iron on low, which made it harder to get the wrinkles out. When everything was finished, I reported to Natalie in the master bathroom. She was standing naked in front of the mirror applying her makeup. She was really putting it on heavy today! She looked like a tart! If only her co-workers at the firm could see her now! The famous No-Nonsense Assistant Prosecutor was painting herself up like a common street whore! I rubbed lotion on her legs and butt while she continued doing her makeup. After Natalie was all dolled up, I helped her into her freshly-ironed nightie. Then she walked into the adjoining bedroom and opened up her dresser drawer. Pulling out a pen and a piece of stationery, she scrawled a quick note:
Tiger-bear: I'm waiting for you in the bedroom. Meow! Come and get it!
"Tiger-bear." That's Natalie's pet name for Luke - "Because he's part Siberian tiger and part grizzly bear," she once told me. Every time she calls him that it makes my skin crawl. Neither of them seem to notice, though. After Natalie finished writing, she planted a perfect lipstick kiss on the bottom of the note. She then instructed me to go kneel by the front door and hold the note between my teeth. "And you better not slobber all over my note, creep - or I'll tell Luke to bust your ass!" she added as I was leaving the room. I felt ridiculous as I knelt in the foyer with Natalie's love note dangling out of my mouth. It was difficult to hold the paper between my teeth without getting it wet. And my knees were beginning to ache from kneeling on the uneven flagstone floor... I stayed in that position for about 15 minutes before Luke finally came home. As soon as he spotted me, his face broke into a wide smile. He snatched the note from my mouth and scanned it, his shit-eating grin getting larger every second. Without a word, he crumpled up the letter, tossed it to the floor, then made a bee-line upstairs to the bedroom. I leaned over and sadly picked up the balled-up piece of paper. I opened it and looked at my wife's smeared lipstick print: a kiss that wasn't meant for me... ...but I can always pretend...
I raised the piece of paper slowly up to my lips and tenderly kissed my darling wife's painted mouth...and then she put her arms around me...and I could feel her breath in my ear... A loud moan from upstairs snapped me out of my impossible dream. It sounded like Luke was killing her up there - he must've really put it in deep that time! I knew she was horny tonight, but she sounded like a damned alley-cat! Her piercing wails of, "Oh, God! Oh, my God!" seemed to go on forever, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear. I doubt if Natalie even cared. Finally, I heard her reach her climax, and then all was quiet again. I waited with my ears pricked. They usually call for me right after they have sex.
"Briiiiiaaaaaaannnnn!" Sure enough, my wife was hollering for me. They probably wanted something to drink. I rushed up the stairs to find out. "Bring us both a glass of wine, Brian," she said as soon as I opened the door. They're so predictable!
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Obscure ch. 07
"Hey, shitface...go get me another iced tea!"
Without thinking, I automatically stopped polishing the mantle and rushed to obey to my wife's command. As I passed Luke, who was relaxing on the couch watching television, he stuck his leg out right in my path. I didn't see it and I tumbled to the carpet with a dull thud.
"Clumsy asshole!" my wife berated me. She evidently hadn't seen Luke trip me. "Get up off the floor and go get me my drink, dick-for-brains! Move!"
As I regained my feet, Luke shot me a wink. He snapped his fingers loudly.
"When you're finished falling all over the place, Brian, fetch me another one, too," he said, holding his empty glass up and tinkling the ice lightly.
I returned with the two drinks and presented them to my masters. By now Natalie was reclining on the sofa with her legs draped across Luke's thighs. Luke was absent-mindedly rubbing my wife's jean-covered hip while they both watched television.
Natalie, not moving an inch, held her hand out expectantly. I hurried up and placed the drink right into her waiting hand. Then, much to my surprise, Luke took the initiative to lean up and take his drink from the tray I was holding. Perky him! Master Luke actually got off his lazy ass to get his own drink! Will the miracles never cease?
Just as I started walking toward the kitchen with the empty tray, my wife's voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Brian, what are you doing tonight?"
I turned toward my wife respectfully. "Uh...I still have all the clothes to iron...and I was going to start on the attic tonight, too," I said. "Right now, I have to finish dusting, if that's all right."
"No, it's not all right," she answered in her usual bitchy tone of voice. "All that shit can wait. Tonight we're going to need your full attention."
Natalie then informed me that Laura was due to visit tonight, and - as she put it - "anything might happen."
I had a pretty good idea what that meant.
Luke had been hot on the idea of a threesome for some time, and Natalie seemed quite open to the suggestion herself. The question was, who could they get? Being high-profile attorneys affiliated with the state prosecutor's office, they couldn't let just anybody into their little fantasy world. They had to be careful.
Laura was the perfect solution. She already knew about our unique living situation, and she was someone they could both trust. Plus, Laura had an obvious kinky side...a sort of glint in her eye...
Eventually, Natalie took a chance and told her friend about Luke's threesome idea. To my wife's great relief, Laura said it sounded "very interesting." As it turns out, Laura had a few bi-sexual experiences back in college. She wasn't at all shocked when my wife approached her about a threesome.
So tonight, Natalie told me, they all had plans to "talk about it." Or perhaps, she added, they might take it even further; the idea was to go into this with no pressure on anybody.
Dinner was to be on the table at 8 sharp, and I was told that I'd better be on my absolute best behavior. "If you fuck this up, I'll kill you," Luke said. I wasn't sure if he was exaggerating or not - but the look on his face told me I'd be ill-advised to try and find out.
By a quarter to 8, I had dinner just about finished. Luke suggested that I prepare some oysters, citing their qualities as an aphrodisiac. But Natalie vetoed the idea; she hates oysters! "They're slimy!" she says.
So Luke had me run out to the corner store and pick up some chocolates, which have also been known to wake up the sex endorphins. When I got back from the store, I set all the hors d'ovres on the living room table, then put the finishing touches on the main course: grilled swordfish in lemon sauce.
Laura arrived a little after 8. They didn't say much in the way of greeting. The sexual tension was thick as I served the meal. The situation was a little awkward, but Luke didn't waste any time breaking the ice.
"So...tell me, Laura: are you going to make all my dirty little fantasies come true?" Luke asked as he sipped his wine.
A very slight smile crept across Laura's face. "I dunno, honey...are you going to make MY fantasies come true?" she asked coyly.
"Touche', you two," my wife piped in. "I have a few fantasies of my own, you know."
I tried not to be too obtrusive as I served the vegatables. No one seemed to notice me, thank goodness.
Luke couldn't stop smiling. "Okay, so we've established that all have fantasies. The question is: what are we going to do about them?"
"You guys are the big-shot lawyers," Laura joked back. "Isn't it your job to convince the jury?"
That was all it took. Luke pushed his chair back and in one quick motion swept the shrieking Laura right out of her seat.
"All right, smart-ass, let's go!" Luke said as he lifted Laura into his strong arms. "I'm taking you to the bedroom where I can show you Exhibit A. Come on, Natty," he added. "What are we waitin' for? We're wasting time out here! Dinner can wait!"
I was astonished! It sure didn't take Luke long to make his move! I was in awe of this man - the unquestioned Master of the Household. Once again, the reality of his utter superiority hit home. He's so confident in everything he does! How I wish I could be more like him!
"Go get the hot tub ready, Brian," my wife called out over her shoulder as she followed her lover and her friend into the bedroom. "Nice and hot, just the way I like it!"
"Y-yes, Mistress," I answered in my usual respectful tone.
My reply wasn't acknowledged. The threesome did a conga dance into the bedroom without so much as a glance back. After they shut the door, I hurriedly cleared off the dining room table, then put the food back in the oven to keep it warm. After that, I scurried off to get the hot tub ready.
About a half-hour later, the three emerged from the bedroom. Natalie was totally naked; Laura still had on her bra and panties, while Luke was wearing his blue bathrobe.
As they passed me in the hallway, Luke reached out and slapped me hard against the back of my head. "Wake up, fag-boy; we're gonna need a little motivation in here. So limber up those pretty little lips: Mr. Longbone needs a little licky-poo!" He was obviously showing off for the girls.
Natalie and Laura laughed at Luke's cruelty. Then Laura decided to join in on the fun.
"Look how pathetic he is," she sneered, gesturing toward me in disgust. "What a wimp! When was the last time this wuss got laid, Nat?"
"Hmm, good question. I don't know." Natalie pursed her lips. "How long has it been since you got your slimy little pee-pee wet, Brian?"
"Um...it's been about three-and-a-half years, Natalie," I mumbled, feeling hot under the amused stares bearing down on me.
Laura busted out giggling. "Three-and-a-half years!?" she squealed. "My God, what does he do for sex?"
Natalie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she answered matter-of-factly. "I suppose he plays with himself when we're not looking. I don't care what he does with his little pee-pee - as long as he keeps the house clean!"
"I wanna see his little dick!" Laura exclaimed, and my blood ran cold. "I wanna see if it's as small as you say it is, Natalie!"
Natalie grinned at her friend. "Oh, it's an inchy-winchy pencil-stub, all right," she said. "You heard her, Brian - show us your pee-pee!"
I was mortified, but what choice did I have? I closed my eyes and removed my penis from my pants.
Laura's laughter made me shrivel up even more.
"Oh my God, it looks like a cigarette butt!" she tittered. "It can't be more than 3 inches long!"
"Actually, it's closer to 2 inches," Natalie informed her, sounding like a tour guide.
"Well, no wonder he doesn't have much of a sex life!" Laura said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Shit, he probably couldn't satisfy a ladybug with that little thing!"
Just then, Luke took a menacing step toward me. "Hey, Brian, I've got an idea. The girls are curious about your sex life - well, why don't we show them exactly what your sex life consists of? Why don't you get me nice and hot and ready for these two beautiful women here?" He snapped his fingers and pointed at his crotch. "I believe you know what I'm talkin' about, dickhead!"
I took the cue and dropped to my knees. But Luke wasn't ready for me to blow him just yet; he turned around, grabbed the two ladies by their hands, and led them to the hot-tub. I followed them across the hardwood patio floor on my knees.
Once everyone was settled in the tub, I stripped and crawled into the water with them, as directed. I was only halfway into the tub when Luke grabbed me by the back of the head and guided my face down toward his crotch. I gasped as he submerged my head under the water, forcing me to lick his flaccid penis. He held me underwater firmly by the hair as I worked; every few minutes he would lift my head up, allowing me a millisecond to breathe before plunging my face down toward his genitals again.
Meanwhile, up above, my wife and her friend were kissing passionately. I'd never known Natalie to have bisexual fantasies - but then again, Luke has a way of bringing out the animal in her. Ever since he moved in with us, her inhibitions seem to have vanished.
Luke reached over and started playing with Laura's tit while Natalie inserted two fingers into Laura's pussy.
As Luke got more involved with the women, he thankfully let go of my hair. I was able to find a position where I could worship Luke's ever-hardening cock, while still maintaining my ability to breathe. Luke didn't say anything about my movement; he was busy elsewhere.
While I licked the underside of my master's penis, I snuck a glance up at him. How regal he looked! As he watched my wife and Laura get into a 69 position, he absent-mindedly put his hand back on my head and pressed down, prompting me to pay more attention to his g-spot. I gurgled as his strong hand forced my face under the water again.
After about 10 minutes, Luke suddenly yanked my hair by the roots, then shoved my head out of the way. The look on his face told it all: he was ready for action!
Natalie sat on Laura's face while Luke grabbed the blonde by the ankles and placed her heels on his broad shoulders. I managed to get a glimpse at Laura's pussy: it was neatly trimmed, with a light tuft of strawberry-golden pubic hair - a stark contrast to my Natalie's exquisite brunette bush.
Laura let out a wail as Luke's hammer hit home. As she continued to moan, her trembling lips brought my wife to a resounding orgasm. It didn't take Luke very long to blow his cookies either.
It was getting a little crowded in the hot tub, and I wasn't sure if I should stay in there. But I knew better than to leave. So I tried to stay out of their way, hugging the bottom wall of the hot tub as they all reached their orgasms.
After their moans and groans subsided, and the sloshing water died down, they all fell back into the water and stroked each other. They all looked exhausted.
"I'm hungry!" Natalie suddenly announced. She looked at me, finally acknowledging my presence. "Go get dinner ready, Brian. Have it ready in 10 minutes."
As I got out of the tub to obey my wife's orders, Luke called after me: "And dry yourself off first, dipshit! I don't want you dripping water all over the goddamn floor!"
"Yes, sir," I answered as I went to the closet, grabbed a towel, and dried myself, per Luke's instructions. They paid no attention to me as I scurried off to fetch dinner for the second time.
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Without thinking, I automatically stopped polishing the mantle and rushed to obey to my wife's command. As I passed Luke, who was relaxing on the couch watching television, he stuck his leg out right in my path. I didn't see it and I tumbled to the carpet with a dull thud.
"Clumsy asshole!" my wife berated me. She evidently hadn't seen Luke trip me. "Get up off the floor and go get me my drink, dick-for-brains! Move!"
As I regained my feet, Luke shot me a wink. He snapped his fingers loudly.
"When you're finished falling all over the place, Brian, fetch me another one, too," he said, holding his empty glass up and tinkling the ice lightly.
I returned with the two drinks and presented them to my masters. By now Natalie was reclining on the sofa with her legs draped across Luke's thighs. Luke was absent-mindedly rubbing my wife's jean-covered hip while they both watched television.
Natalie, not moving an inch, held her hand out expectantly. I hurried up and placed the drink right into her waiting hand. Then, much to my surprise, Luke took the initiative to lean up and take his drink from the tray I was holding. Perky him! Master Luke actually got off his lazy ass to get his own drink! Will the miracles never cease?
Just as I started walking toward the kitchen with the empty tray, my wife's voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Brian, what are you doing tonight?"
I turned toward my wife respectfully. "Uh...I still have all the clothes to iron...and I was going to start on the attic tonight, too," I said. "Right now, I have to finish dusting, if that's all right."
"No, it's not all right," she answered in her usual bitchy tone of voice. "All that shit can wait. Tonight we're going to need your full attention."
Natalie then informed me that Laura was due to visit tonight, and - as she put it - "anything might happen."
I had a pretty good idea what that meant.
Luke had been hot on the idea of a threesome for some time, and Natalie seemed quite open to the suggestion herself. The question was, who could they get? Being high-profile attorneys affiliated with the state prosecutor's office, they couldn't let just anybody into their little fantasy world. They had to be careful.
Laura was the perfect solution. She already knew about our unique living situation, and she was someone they could both trust. Plus, Laura had an obvious kinky side...a sort of glint in her eye...
Eventually, Natalie took a chance and told her friend about Luke's threesome idea. To my wife's great relief, Laura said it sounded "very interesting." As it turns out, Laura had a few bi-sexual experiences back in college. She wasn't at all shocked when my wife approached her about a threesome.
So tonight, Natalie told me, they all had plans to "talk about it." Or perhaps, she added, they might take it even further; the idea was to go into this with no pressure on anybody.
Dinner was to be on the table at 8 sharp, and I was told that I'd better be on my absolute best behavior. "If you fuck this up, I'll kill you," Luke said. I wasn't sure if he was exaggerating or not - but the look on his face told me I'd be ill-advised to try and find out.
By a quarter to 8, I had dinner just about finished. Luke suggested that I prepare some oysters, citing their qualities as an aphrodisiac. But Natalie vetoed the idea; she hates oysters! "They're slimy!" she says.
So Luke had me run out to the corner store and pick up some chocolates, which have also been known to wake up the sex endorphins. When I got back from the store, I set all the hors d'ovres on the living room table, then put the finishing touches on the main course: grilled swordfish in lemon sauce.
Laura arrived a little after 8. They didn't say much in the way of greeting. The sexual tension was thick as I served the meal. The situation was a little awkward, but Luke didn't waste any time breaking the ice.
"So...tell me, Laura: are you going to make all my dirty little fantasies come true?" Luke asked as he sipped his wine.
A very slight smile crept across Laura's face. "I dunno, honey...are you going to make MY fantasies come true?" she asked coyly.
"Touche', you two," my wife piped in. "I have a few fantasies of my own, you know."
I tried not to be too obtrusive as I served the vegatables. No one seemed to notice me, thank goodness.
Luke couldn't stop smiling. "Okay, so we've established that all have fantasies. The question is: what are we going to do about them?"
"You guys are the big-shot lawyers," Laura joked back. "Isn't it your job to convince the jury?"
That was all it took. Luke pushed his chair back and in one quick motion swept the shrieking Laura right out of her seat.
"All right, smart-ass, let's go!" Luke said as he lifted Laura into his strong arms. "I'm taking you to the bedroom where I can show you Exhibit A. Come on, Natty," he added. "What are we waitin' for? We're wasting time out here! Dinner can wait!"
I was astonished! It sure didn't take Luke long to make his move! I was in awe of this man - the unquestioned Master of the Household. Once again, the reality of his utter superiority hit home. He's so confident in everything he does! How I wish I could be more like him!
"Go get the hot tub ready, Brian," my wife called out over her shoulder as she followed her lover and her friend into the bedroom. "Nice and hot, just the way I like it!"
"Y-yes, Mistress," I answered in my usual respectful tone.
My reply wasn't acknowledged. The threesome did a conga dance into the bedroom without so much as a glance back. After they shut the door, I hurriedly cleared off the dining room table, then put the food back in the oven to keep it warm. After that, I scurried off to get the hot tub ready.
About a half-hour later, the three emerged from the bedroom. Natalie was totally naked; Laura still had on her bra and panties, while Luke was wearing his blue bathrobe.
As they passed me in the hallway, Luke reached out and slapped me hard against the back of my head. "Wake up, fag-boy; we're gonna need a little motivation in here. So limber up those pretty little lips: Mr. Longbone needs a little licky-poo!" He was obviously showing off for the girls.
Natalie and Laura laughed at Luke's cruelty. Then Laura decided to join in on the fun.
"Look how pathetic he is," she sneered, gesturing toward me in disgust. "What a wimp! When was the last time this wuss got laid, Nat?"
"Hmm, good question. I don't know." Natalie pursed her lips. "How long has it been since you got your slimy little pee-pee wet, Brian?"
"Um...it's been about three-and-a-half years, Natalie," I mumbled, feeling hot under the amused stares bearing down on me.
Laura busted out giggling. "Three-and-a-half years!?" she squealed. "My God, what does he do for sex?"
Natalie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she answered matter-of-factly. "I suppose he plays with himself when we're not looking. I don't care what he does with his little pee-pee - as long as he keeps the house clean!"
"I wanna see his little dick!" Laura exclaimed, and my blood ran cold. "I wanna see if it's as small as you say it is, Natalie!"
Natalie grinned at her friend. "Oh, it's an inchy-winchy pencil-stub, all right," she said. "You heard her, Brian - show us your pee-pee!"
I was mortified, but what choice did I have? I closed my eyes and removed my penis from my pants.
Laura's laughter made me shrivel up even more.
"Oh my God, it looks like a cigarette butt!" she tittered. "It can't be more than 3 inches long!"
"Actually, it's closer to 2 inches," Natalie informed her, sounding like a tour guide.
"Well, no wonder he doesn't have much of a sex life!" Laura said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Shit, he probably couldn't satisfy a ladybug with that little thing!"
Just then, Luke took a menacing step toward me. "Hey, Brian, I've got an idea. The girls are curious about your sex life - well, why don't we show them exactly what your sex life consists of? Why don't you get me nice and hot and ready for these two beautiful women here?" He snapped his fingers and pointed at his crotch. "I believe you know what I'm talkin' about, dickhead!"
I took the cue and dropped to my knees. But Luke wasn't ready for me to blow him just yet; he turned around, grabbed the two ladies by their hands, and led them to the hot-tub. I followed them across the hardwood patio floor on my knees.
Once everyone was settled in the tub, I stripped and crawled into the water with them, as directed. I was only halfway into the tub when Luke grabbed me by the back of the head and guided my face down toward his crotch. I gasped as he submerged my head under the water, forcing me to lick his flaccid penis. He held me underwater firmly by the hair as I worked; every few minutes he would lift my head up, allowing me a millisecond to breathe before plunging my face down toward his genitals again.
Meanwhile, up above, my wife and her friend were kissing passionately. I'd never known Natalie to have bisexual fantasies - but then again, Luke has a way of bringing out the animal in her. Ever since he moved in with us, her inhibitions seem to have vanished.
Luke reached over and started playing with Laura's tit while Natalie inserted two fingers into Laura's pussy.
As Luke got more involved with the women, he thankfully let go of my hair. I was able to find a position where I could worship Luke's ever-hardening cock, while still maintaining my ability to breathe. Luke didn't say anything about my movement; he was busy elsewhere.
While I licked the underside of my master's penis, I snuck a glance up at him. How regal he looked! As he watched my wife and Laura get into a 69 position, he absent-mindedly put his hand back on my head and pressed down, prompting me to pay more attention to his g-spot. I gurgled as his strong hand forced my face under the water again.
After about 10 minutes, Luke suddenly yanked my hair by the roots, then shoved my head out of the way. The look on his face told it all: he was ready for action!
Natalie sat on Laura's face while Luke grabbed the blonde by the ankles and placed her heels on his broad shoulders. I managed to get a glimpse at Laura's pussy: it was neatly trimmed, with a light tuft of strawberry-golden pubic hair - a stark contrast to my Natalie's exquisite brunette bush.
Laura let out a wail as Luke's hammer hit home. As she continued to moan, her trembling lips brought my wife to a resounding orgasm. It didn't take Luke very long to blow his cookies either.
It was getting a little crowded in the hot tub, and I wasn't sure if I should stay in there. But I knew better than to leave. So I tried to stay out of their way, hugging the bottom wall of the hot tub as they all reached their orgasms.
After their moans and groans subsided, and the sloshing water died down, they all fell back into the water and stroked each other. They all looked exhausted.
"I'm hungry!" Natalie suddenly announced. She looked at me, finally acknowledging my presence. "Go get dinner ready, Brian. Have it ready in 10 minutes."
As I got out of the tub to obey my wife's orders, Luke called after me: "And dry yourself off first, dipshit! I don't want you dripping water all over the goddamn floor!"
"Yes, sir," I answered as I went to the closet, grabbed a towel, and dried myself, per Luke's instructions. They paid no attention to me as I scurried off to fetch dinner for the second time.
PART 8 IS COMING SOON...MOON, SPOON AND JUNE! AND AFTERWARD...A CARTOON!
