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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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