My Wife's Dating Troubles- Ch. 3
My Wife’s Dating Troubles- Ch. 3
Author’s Note: I wanted to say thanks to my readers for all the positive feedback. This series will probably be my last one in this genre of male point-of-view stories for a while. I don’t know why, but every chapter just becomes so tedious to write! I suppose it is because I can’t identify with the main character, like I can with my female characters, such as in “The Neighbor” series.
Regardless, I am going to finish this series to the end, even if it takes more work from me. Fair warning, there is not a lot of sex in this one, just storyline progress and development.
So, for now, the saga continues, and Robby learns more, but so does Wendy.
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Monday morning came, and Wendy was up and out of the shower before my alarm even sounded. My dreams have been a mix of comfort and confusion. I was gaining comfort because my wife had suddenly come to her senses and was giving me every single sexual pleasure I wanted, and we had agreed to. I knew her vagina was forbidden to me, for now, until she knew if she was pregnant or not. But in the meantime, she was making up for lost time by draining my cock with her tongue, and sucking down every drop, and I even was able to mount her and take her ass, a territory once forbidden to not only me, but every other man. I could tell she didn’t get much from it, but I sure did, and I nutted in her in only a short time. I also didn’t give a shit about how much pleasure she got from it. She had been getting off from that asshole black lover she had been ‘victimized’ by.
Her fantasies, or fetish, or whatever you wanted to call it, about her being the damsel in distress who actually suffers that fate worse than death, were still in her mind, I could tell. They seemed to be taking over her sexual desires. She was finding being a victim replacing true, loving relationships as her primary sexual relief. Especially when I was fucking her in the ass. I don’t know if she intended it or not, but I could hear her soft moans and whimpering about begging for help and her muted cries for rescue. Her soft voice was seeming to beg me not to cum in her and make her pregnant, either. Too bad. I knew she couldn’t even come close to pregnancy this route, but if it helped her get through the pain of my reaming her ass with my 5-inch cock, so be it. They were her fantasies, not mine. But taking her ass was special.
I had managed to slide her into our bedroom, and slowly disrobe her as we stood next to our marital bed. My lips softly kissed hers, something which she only hesitatingly returned, at first. It was odd, but I was going to enjoy this time with her. My fingers slowly undid the satin sash of her short satin robe, the white one she had worn on our wedding night. The one that had covered the stunning lingerie she had worn for me, but most recently had worn for the black man she said had ***** her. I was beginning to doubt that. As the silky material fell open, the size of her breasts made her robe slide open even more, the soft material caressing her nipples as the garment fell open, the sides dangling from her shoulders and held apart by the sides of her breasts as I paused to take in her sheer physical beauty. I was pleased to find she had omitted the same panties she had worn on our wedding night and had gone to extreme measures to retrieve from her black ****** turned lover.
She had started to let her pubic hair grow back, maintaining a slender tuft that formed a triangle aimed at her womanhood. With one arm wrapped behind her, I lowered my lips to her closest nipple and began to suckle on it, while nibbling carefully with my teeth. I felt her body shift and her head fall back on her neck as she had to breathe in air through her teeth. As her nipples rose in arousal, I knew that I had her in my clutches. I wasn’t going to **** my wife, but I was going to enjoy myself at her expense.
I switched nipples and let my free hand drop to her pubic hair, trailing through it until I found her hot button and began to encircle it with small, rapid rotations, using care not to pummel it, but more surround it, letting her feel the sides of my finger all around her clit as it emerged from the protective cape covering it. It did not take long and soon her hands were roving along my body and in my hair, her voice starting to purr.
“Ohhh… yesss… Robby… yesss….” She moaned softly.
Her hips were starting to undulate as I lowered my face to her crotch, my knees placed to force her feet apart. I had managed to get her to wear her red fuck-me heels, a treat for me in being able to envision her as my own personal porn starlet. Besides, they made her hips rotate just so, and give her ass an extra-tantalizing tilt. They just made her look more fuckable. I loved it when she wore heels!
I blew softly on her pubic hair as my finger began to ever so lightly caress her labia, teasing her folds with the gentlest of caresses along their length, from front to back on one side and then back to front on the other.
“Ohhh... nooo... nooo... please…don’t do this to meeee… don’t make me…” her soft voice moaned.
She had slipped into her fantasy land, where I must be some evil villain, her Dastardly Do-Wrong who was going to violate her and rip her maidenhood from her imagined-virtuous body.
I began to feel her wetness as her love-lubrication was starting to flow. I continued several more loops of this teasing, before I lowered my face to her clit and flicked my tongue at it a few times, before lowering my lips to it and suckling like a baby. Using my tongue to tease the end of her pearl, the suction caused her to much enjoyment that she didn’t even feel my finger begin to enter her. But one sensation brought my invasion straight to the forefront.
Once my finger had opened her gently, I curled my finger and began to slowly, and ever so softly, tease her sweet spot, that bundle to nerves all women had, yet most men seemed to be unable to find with both hands and a map. Keeping my tongue on her clit and my finger massaging her G-spot, it took me only a few minutes to make her detonate and explode she did!
Her hands had managed to slither down her body to my head and she was both controlling my movements, or attempting to, and running her fingers through my hair, and massaging my scalp. But when she climaxed, her fingers grew into tiny fists, which were holding onto my hair, and pulling at it, as she drew rigid and her back arched. Her head lurched back as she screamed in wild pleasure, writhing and shuddering violently as wave after wave of sexual release devoured her.
Without knowing it, she had yanked me to my feet, to keep my hair from being ripped out, and I went with her as I managed to use my body to push her back, landing heavily on the bed, with both of us bouncing. It was then she released my hair, and I had a moment to rub my scalp as she was still recovering from her orgasm, her body still shivering with the occasional shocks of her body getting additional waves of well-pleasured release.
“Ohhh... that was so tremendously hot!”
Her words ended with a lewd, hotly devouring kiss where she was literally throwing her lips and her tongue into it, offering herself to be consumed by her evil lover, or in this case, me.
I let the kiss naturally die out and gave her a few quick ones to follow and then reached between her legs and used my arm to leverage her onto her stomach, climbing between her legs and using my knees to widen them apart. I kept ushering them wider and wider, until she had to look back at me and ask.
“Robby, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, Wen, nothing at all…”
My hands began to rub her backside, rubbing and then groping her butt cheeks, using firm, full palms and fingers to get some sensory pleasure of just consuming what I was about to devour. I let my fingers rub down the crack of her ass, to her dark flower, and circled it, causing her butt to flex, and she giggled softly. But when my finger softly pressed on the sphinctered closure, she gasped, and she tried to look back at me.
“Robby, no. Don’t you dare! We talked about this, remember?”
I used my free hand to reach across her and pull out the drawer on my bed table drawing out a small bottle of lube. I had bought it from when I was jerking off so many times while she went to get ***** by that black asshole that my dick was sore, so to ease the pain I started using lube. I drizzled some of it on her butt crack and started to massage it around her anal area, which cause her to gasp, and then purse her lips. She was a smart woman. She knew what was coming. Mainly me, inside her. She even tried to wriggle out from under me, but I held her trapped by yanking on her hair and pulling her head back until she yelped. I pressed more firmly, and she gasped, and then winced, her voice softly uttering a grunt of discomfort, while I kept the pressure up. Finally, her anus surrendered, and I was able to penetrate her, which made her grunt more, and begin to beg.
“Please… seriously... Honey, I am begging you. Don’t do this to me? I don’t deserve this. It is so humiliating! Please? Don’t!”
Her begging only served to turn me on, actually, as here she was, finally my own damsel in distress, only she was going to suffer that same fate worse than death. I kept the pressure on, drizzling more lube where I needed it, along with onto my growing cock. A few comforting strokes was all it took to get my cock ready, and I withdrew my finger, which gave her some relief until I placed my body over hers. I aimed my throbbing shaft at her dark button, and began to lower my body, letting gravity do the work. There was no way I was going to soften, not now. I had managed a few of the little blue pills from my doctor, for those days I was just too tired, but needed to perform anyway. So, I was rock solid and ready, and she tried to squirm under me again, to escape, but I had her trapped by her hair, with her knees wider than wide, and her backside vulnerable. It was then I began to feel her yield to me, as I heard her first soft moaning words, begging for rescue. Begging to be saved from the clutches of her evil, vile villain.
At the smell of coffee, I made my way into the kitchen to find Wendy already dressed. She was dressed to kill. Not in the sexy way, though she did look hot as Hell, but she was wearing an outfit she called a going to war suit. A long pencil skirt made of black leather, with black, back-seamed stockings and 4-inch stilettos that were topped off by a shiny Champagne satin blouse and a matching leather bolero jacket. With her hair up and with medium-sized hoop earrings and professional makeup, she looked competent, skilled, and even displaying a hint of dominance. With a whip or whatever, she might make a lesser man drop to all fours in front of her. She offered me a steaming cup of coffee and held up her own in toast.
“Okay, Honey, today starts my doing it your way. First to drop my stuff off, go pee and then direct to HR. I figure by noon I will have an idea what is going to happen.”
She looked at the clock and smiled nervously.
“I can’t help but be nervous.” She added, then after a brief hesitation she added. “I am going to swing by the pharmacy on my way home, too. I am not late, yet. But I will be soon, so I want to be able to tell if I got knocked up or not.”
“You know, we never really talked about this. What if you are? How are we going to handle it? Will you be able to get an abortion?”
I was trying to set an expectation, here. I was not about to be told I am having to raise some other asshole’s child.
She pursed her lips and shrugged softly.
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s complicated, and I don’t know what Du’Shaun will say. I don’t know what the rules are on this.”
“What does he get to say about any of this? If he ***** you, and you say he did, and he got you pregnant, then he is either going to give us what we want, or I am going to call the police and charge him with being a sexual predator, or whatever bullshit politically correct term they use nowadays.”
She set down her coffee and reached up to me, placing her slender, perfectly manicured fingers on my shoulders.
“Honey, relax. One thing at a time. We’ll figure this all out. I can’t predict the future any more than you can. Right now, I have to do one of the most unpleasant things I know of. Having to admit to some stranger the intimate details of my sex life. So please, wish me luck. Once I am done, I’ll call you.”
She ended her words with a soft kiss to my lips and a weak smile, her eyes belying the nervousness she felt. She walked out the front door with my own weak smile in acknowledgement, as well as my lecherous gaze at her ass in that skirt. I thought I could detect the subtle signs of her wearing a garter belt with her stockings. But no panty-lines, so she was definitely wearing a thong, if she was wearing any panties at all.
Shaking my head, I went to get my own day going and went to the office.
At my desk, I found time moving slower than molasses in February. I could swear I heard every tick of the dial clock on my desk, which was strange, since my clock was electronic. I suffered through a conference call that could have been handled with a memo and read memos that could have been handled with a text message, or better yet simply thrown out. My mood was souring, and my administrative assistant was picking up on my vibes. She brought me in a fresh cup of coffee and a donut, and then wisely shut my office door. It was her way of telling me to keep my attitude to myself. Smart woman.
When my cell phone did ring, I might have well been sitting on an electric chair. I nearly blasted from my seat as I heard the personalized ringtone for my wife, a short few bars of “My Girl” by The Temptations.
“Hey... talk to me.” I greeted her with some relief.
“Hi, Honey. Well, it is done. I did it exactly as you said, and they spent over two hours grilling me on every detail. The whys and the whats and the hows. They even tried to suggest that I tried to seduce him, instead of trying to get him to leave me alone. To leave all of us girls alone. Even my reminding them of his previous violations didn’t hold much sway. They kept cross-checking my information, and my words, and one of them wanted to get really detailed about the things Du’Shaun did to me. It was like he was getting me to give him his own personal porn recital. They even wanted me to describe his cock, and how did I know how big ten inches was, how did I recognize his foreskin, was I sure I understood what circumcision was, even why wasn’t I on the pill! I swear, they were getting pretty damned personal with my sex life!”
I heard her take a deep breath and calm herself down.
“Honey, they even wanted to know about our sex life. How often did we have sex, was I satisfied with your love-making, did we ever roleplay, even down to what brand of condom did you wear! Fuck, they even wanted to know how often you masturbated! I mean, what the actual fuck?”
She was starting to escalate again. She was making it obvious that she had been through a rough experience with them.
“So where did it end up, Wendy? What directions did they give?”
“Well, I was told to see our physician, to get tested for any STDs, as well as to get a pregnancy test. They said that if I am indeed pregnant, then he or even they can insist on a paternity test. If the child is yours, then this is pretty much going to dry up and blow away. But if the child is his, then they would have to consider stronger actions.”
“But I couldn’t possibly have gotten you pregnant, yet. I’ve been wearing a rubber for months.”
“I know that, Honey, and I tried to tell them that, but they said accidents can still happen and they want proof.”
I grunted at that.
“Wen, what they want to have is evidence to cover their asses because their guy may have fucked up badly, and they would be on the hook for it. I suppose it is time we started looking for representation. I’ll have Amanda start looking.” I didn’t need to add that Amanda was my Administrative Assistant who wisely closed my office door. I was going to have her find an attorney who liked to eat people for fun.
“Good idea, Sweetheart. I am going to head out and go home. They told me to stay at home until I heard from them. Right now, I am on paid leave, but to expect to be called every day to ensure I am at home. I guess they have had people try to scam them and get free vacations by claiming fake stories. So, I am on a staycation of sorts. I’ll see you when you get home, Honey. I love you.”
She clicked off and I went to my door and asked for Amanda to come in.
“Amanda, it is time to break things and hurt people. Check with Thomas in Legal to see who is good at that sort of thing. Probably in liability or personal injury. Oh, and be sure to tell him it is for me, and it’s personal, not company related. I don’t want his ass getting so tight about the company that he can’t think straight.”
It was time for Robby to wage war, and my day got considerably brighter.
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When I got home, I was surprised to find dinner nearly ready, and Wendy wearing a comfy set of pajamas and slippers. When she heard me enter, she came to greet me and smiled, giving me a kiss and then told me to hurry and change, because dinner would be ready. We were having chicken parmigiana, which I always enjoyed. Once we were seated and beginning to eat, I had to ask.
“So how was your day, Dear?”
She laughed a little at that.
“Well, for someone on administrative leave, I spent most of the day on the phone. It seems I have set off a bit of an explosion. It seems three or four other girls came forward just in my department, one of them being Maureen, who is also married, and definitely pregnant. She has to do the paternity test because the rumor is she doesn’t know who the father is, and it could be Du’Shaun. But the real big deal is that it could be Mr. William’s child as well. He is Du’Shaun’s boss. The shit is really hitting the fan on the sales side. It seems those guys have been bedding every pair of boobs walking, and evidently, they have some sort of list or something.”
“A list? Of what?”
“Of girls to screw. Along with a ranking. The word is that this list has points on it for each girl they managed to get in bed, or on the desk, or whatever. Jill said I am number 4 on the list, but I think some of it is more political. Mrs. Thomas is highest, but she is the CEO’s wife, and she’s about fifty.”
I frowned thoughtfully. “Well… I’m not sure if I should be flattered or angry.”
“Yeah, welcome to the club. What’s even more annoying is that these guys gave it even more thought. They have a scoring multiplier based on where it happens. For example. I am ranked number four, so I have an inverse multiplier of 25, to equal 100 points, times that of the location score of where it happens. So, if I am bedded in my office, I am worth 250 points. But if I am with one of the sales guys on the main conference table during a video conference, I am worth something like 12 billion points.”
I sat back in my chair as I chewed my very delicious dinner and had to think about this. It was almost like an organized crime racket.
“So, what happens now? What are they doing to the men?”
“I don’t know.” Wendy shrugged. “But it isn’t going to be good. Two guys immediately submitted their resignations. Du’Shaun was summoned to HR as well, though I hear an attorney was also in the room.”
“Yeah, that figures. Covering their ass. Didn’t you say he was popular with the company or something?” I snorted.
“Yep. He’s going to come out of this squeaky clean, somehow, just you watch. What worries me is what he will say about me. How badly is my reputation going to get hurt.”
I shook my head and reached out to rub her shoulder.
“Don’t worry about that, Wen. If need be, just resign. We can afford to live on my salary for a good while until you figure out your next steps. What’s more important is the calendar and nature. We still need to discuss that.”
My wife looked at me, and then shook her head.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” She began carefully. “I’m not sure I can get an abortion. It isn’t about you, and it certainly isn’t about Du’Shaun. But it’s about my conscience. I don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”
Tears began to leak from her eyes at that point. Wisdom, which comes from making mistakes, told me not to press her when she was crying. The outcomes were never good. So, I just rubbed her back as best I could and let the subject drop for the moment. Who knew? It might all be for nothing anyway. I hoped…
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The next few days were pretty much the same thing, only I could tell That my wife was getting bored. Watching television wasn’t very mentally stimulating, or even upsetting, given the propaganda being vomited on the so-called “news” and other programing. She kept getting her daily phone calls, until that Friday, when I came home early from work. Wendy was being the very best girl and wife she could be, and she needed to get out, but she hadn’t gotten her phone call. It was approaching four o’clock, and Happy Hour, and I wanted to take her out to dinner, and have some quality time with her. So, I told her screw it, let’s go.
She threw on a Sundress and sandals, and brushed her hair, and then we left. Shortly after, we were seated int eh bar area of a restaurant, munching snacks and nursing margaritas when her phone rang. The look on her face was blushing and embarrassed.
“Look, I’m sorry. I waited and waited, but my husband said it was time to leave…”
She then paused while she listened.
“Yes, I know... Yes… Yes… Okay… Yes, I know the-…”
I was getting annoyed myself now. I snatched the phone from her hand, an angry stare in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, who is this bothering my wife?”
The voice on the other end was a rather supercilious and rather self-important woman.
“I am Dawn, the HR director’s executive administrative assistant, I’ll have you know. You have no…”
“I don’t give a flying fuck who the Hell you think you are, but right now you are inches from death by my fist pulling your vagina through your mouth. If you ever treat my wife like that again, I will personally come down there and kick your ass so hard you have to walk on all fours. You got that, Bitch?”
She was suddenly stammering.
“Sir... you do not have the right to…”
“Bitch, I will call you whatever I feel like. My name is Robert, and I am Wendy’s husband. She is here with me, and my insistence as her husband. I have taken my wife out on a date, as I am legally entitled to. So, you can inform your boss that unless he wants to be named in a lawsuit for workplace harassment, loss of consortium and whatever else I can think of, you best quit while you are behind. While you are at it, you can also change your goddamn attitude. If you ever speak to me like that again, I will personally come to your desk, take the leg of your chair, and break it off in your ass! Is there any part of this you do not understand?”
With that, I simply disconnected the call and handed her phone back, grousing how she was too stupid to live and muttering how grateful that fucking cunt should be to still be breathing.
“Jeez, Honey… I think you just got me fired.” Wendy expressed in astonishment.
I gave a thoughtful frown and shook my head.
“Nah. Amanda did a great job and found us great counsel. Once I explained the situation to her, she got a little irate at Du’Shaun and your company as well. She gave me a bunch of magic words to say, and on Monday I will let her know about this call you just received. You’re Teflon right now. Nothing is going to stick to you. Especially Tuesday, when she and I go over there.”
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Tuesday never happened.
Wendy called me at work and asked if I could come home at lunch. So, walking in just before, I saw her seated with three people, two men and a woman. The men were the Vice-President of the entire company, the Human Resources Director, and the woman was an IT manager. After shaking hands, my comment was simple.
“Why are you people in my house?” Direct, to the point, and setting the tone that the man of the house and King of His castle was not amused.
“Sir…” It was the VP speaking. “I wanted to be the first to apologize for the things that have happened. Obviously, we have not been taking some of our responsibilities as seriously as we should have, and that includes how we treat our employees…”
“And their families…” the HR Director butted in.
I could not help but smile at that. Evidently some Executive Administrative Assistant had gotten not only butt-hurt at my diatribe, but also gotten her ass reamed by whomever she told, presumably this guy. They were in serious damage-control mode now. I could recognize it, because I have been involved with screw-ups in my own company.
The rest of the discussion went pretty much as I expected. Apologies, and so on, but with one surprise, which explained the IT woman. The company issued Wendy a laptop and all of the credentialing she needed to begin working again. Their logic was that the projects she was working on needed her, and since they were paying her anyway, she might as well get something accomplished.
When they left, I turned to my wife, and smiled.
“I told you. Teflon, babe. Teflon…”
To be continued.
Author’s Note: I wanted to say thanks to my readers for all the positive feedback. This series will probably be my last one in this genre of male point-of-view stories for a while. I don’t know why, but every chapter just becomes so tedious to write! I suppose it is because I can’t identify with the main character, like I can with my female characters, such as in “The Neighbor” series.
Regardless, I am going to finish this series to the end, even if it takes more work from me. Fair warning, there is not a lot of sex in this one, just storyline progress and development.
So, for now, the saga continues, and Robby learns more, but so does Wendy.
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Monday morning came, and Wendy was up and out of the shower before my alarm even sounded. My dreams have been a mix of comfort and confusion. I was gaining comfort because my wife had suddenly come to her senses and was giving me every single sexual pleasure I wanted, and we had agreed to. I knew her vagina was forbidden to me, for now, until she knew if she was pregnant or not. But in the meantime, she was making up for lost time by draining my cock with her tongue, and sucking down every drop, and I even was able to mount her and take her ass, a territory once forbidden to not only me, but every other man. I could tell she didn’t get much from it, but I sure did, and I nutted in her in only a short time. I also didn’t give a shit about how much pleasure she got from it. She had been getting off from that asshole black lover she had been ‘victimized’ by.
Her fantasies, or fetish, or whatever you wanted to call it, about her being the damsel in distress who actually suffers that fate worse than death, were still in her mind, I could tell. They seemed to be taking over her sexual desires. She was finding being a victim replacing true, loving relationships as her primary sexual relief. Especially when I was fucking her in the ass. I don’t know if she intended it or not, but I could hear her soft moans and whimpering about begging for help and her muted cries for rescue. Her soft voice was seeming to beg me not to cum in her and make her pregnant, either. Too bad. I knew she couldn’t even come close to pregnancy this route, but if it helped her get through the pain of my reaming her ass with my 5-inch cock, so be it. They were her fantasies, not mine. But taking her ass was special.
I had managed to slide her into our bedroom, and slowly disrobe her as we stood next to our marital bed. My lips softly kissed hers, something which she only hesitatingly returned, at first. It was odd, but I was going to enjoy this time with her. My fingers slowly undid the satin sash of her short satin robe, the white one she had worn on our wedding night. The one that had covered the stunning lingerie she had worn for me, but most recently had worn for the black man she said had ***** her. I was beginning to doubt that. As the silky material fell open, the size of her breasts made her robe slide open even more, the soft material caressing her nipples as the garment fell open, the sides dangling from her shoulders and held apart by the sides of her breasts as I paused to take in her sheer physical beauty. I was pleased to find she had omitted the same panties she had worn on our wedding night and had gone to extreme measures to retrieve from her black ****** turned lover.
She had started to let her pubic hair grow back, maintaining a slender tuft that formed a triangle aimed at her womanhood. With one arm wrapped behind her, I lowered my lips to her closest nipple and began to suckle on it, while nibbling carefully with my teeth. I felt her body shift and her head fall back on her neck as she had to breathe in air through her teeth. As her nipples rose in arousal, I knew that I had her in my clutches. I wasn’t going to **** my wife, but I was going to enjoy myself at her expense.
I switched nipples and let my free hand drop to her pubic hair, trailing through it until I found her hot button and began to encircle it with small, rapid rotations, using care not to pummel it, but more surround it, letting her feel the sides of my finger all around her clit as it emerged from the protective cape covering it. It did not take long and soon her hands were roving along my body and in my hair, her voice starting to purr.
“Ohhh… yesss… Robby… yesss….” She moaned softly.
Her hips were starting to undulate as I lowered my face to her crotch, my knees placed to force her feet apart. I had managed to get her to wear her red fuck-me heels, a treat for me in being able to envision her as my own personal porn starlet. Besides, they made her hips rotate just so, and give her ass an extra-tantalizing tilt. They just made her look more fuckable. I loved it when she wore heels!
I blew softly on her pubic hair as my finger began to ever so lightly caress her labia, teasing her folds with the gentlest of caresses along their length, from front to back on one side and then back to front on the other.
“Ohhh... nooo... nooo... please…don’t do this to meeee… don’t make me…” her soft voice moaned.
She had slipped into her fantasy land, where I must be some evil villain, her Dastardly Do-Wrong who was going to violate her and rip her maidenhood from her imagined-virtuous body.
I began to feel her wetness as her love-lubrication was starting to flow. I continued several more loops of this teasing, before I lowered my face to her clit and flicked my tongue at it a few times, before lowering my lips to it and suckling like a baby. Using my tongue to tease the end of her pearl, the suction caused her to much enjoyment that she didn’t even feel my finger begin to enter her. But one sensation brought my invasion straight to the forefront.
Once my finger had opened her gently, I curled my finger and began to slowly, and ever so softly, tease her sweet spot, that bundle to nerves all women had, yet most men seemed to be unable to find with both hands and a map. Keeping my tongue on her clit and my finger massaging her G-spot, it took me only a few minutes to make her detonate and explode she did!
Her hands had managed to slither down her body to my head and she was both controlling my movements, or attempting to, and running her fingers through my hair, and massaging my scalp. But when she climaxed, her fingers grew into tiny fists, which were holding onto my hair, and pulling at it, as she drew rigid and her back arched. Her head lurched back as she screamed in wild pleasure, writhing and shuddering violently as wave after wave of sexual release devoured her.
Without knowing it, she had yanked me to my feet, to keep my hair from being ripped out, and I went with her as I managed to use my body to push her back, landing heavily on the bed, with both of us bouncing. It was then she released my hair, and I had a moment to rub my scalp as she was still recovering from her orgasm, her body still shivering with the occasional shocks of her body getting additional waves of well-pleasured release.
“Ohhh... that was so tremendously hot!”
Her words ended with a lewd, hotly devouring kiss where she was literally throwing her lips and her tongue into it, offering herself to be consumed by her evil lover, or in this case, me.
I let the kiss naturally die out and gave her a few quick ones to follow and then reached between her legs and used my arm to leverage her onto her stomach, climbing between her legs and using my knees to widen them apart. I kept ushering them wider and wider, until she had to look back at me and ask.
“Robby, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, Wen, nothing at all…”
My hands began to rub her backside, rubbing and then groping her butt cheeks, using firm, full palms and fingers to get some sensory pleasure of just consuming what I was about to devour. I let my fingers rub down the crack of her ass, to her dark flower, and circled it, causing her butt to flex, and she giggled softly. But when my finger softly pressed on the sphinctered closure, she gasped, and she tried to look back at me.
“Robby, no. Don’t you dare! We talked about this, remember?”
I used my free hand to reach across her and pull out the drawer on my bed table drawing out a small bottle of lube. I had bought it from when I was jerking off so many times while she went to get ***** by that black asshole that my dick was sore, so to ease the pain I started using lube. I drizzled some of it on her butt crack and started to massage it around her anal area, which cause her to gasp, and then purse her lips. She was a smart woman. She knew what was coming. Mainly me, inside her. She even tried to wriggle out from under me, but I held her trapped by yanking on her hair and pulling her head back until she yelped. I pressed more firmly, and she gasped, and then winced, her voice softly uttering a grunt of discomfort, while I kept the pressure up. Finally, her anus surrendered, and I was able to penetrate her, which made her grunt more, and begin to beg.
“Please… seriously... Honey, I am begging you. Don’t do this to me? I don’t deserve this. It is so humiliating! Please? Don’t!”
Her begging only served to turn me on, actually, as here she was, finally my own damsel in distress, only she was going to suffer that same fate worse than death. I kept the pressure on, drizzling more lube where I needed it, along with onto my growing cock. A few comforting strokes was all it took to get my cock ready, and I withdrew my finger, which gave her some relief until I placed my body over hers. I aimed my throbbing shaft at her dark button, and began to lower my body, letting gravity do the work. There was no way I was going to soften, not now. I had managed a few of the little blue pills from my doctor, for those days I was just too tired, but needed to perform anyway. So, I was rock solid and ready, and she tried to squirm under me again, to escape, but I had her trapped by her hair, with her knees wider than wide, and her backside vulnerable. It was then I began to feel her yield to me, as I heard her first soft moaning words, begging for rescue. Begging to be saved from the clutches of her evil, vile villain.
At the smell of coffee, I made my way into the kitchen to find Wendy already dressed. She was dressed to kill. Not in the sexy way, though she did look hot as Hell, but she was wearing an outfit she called a going to war suit. A long pencil skirt made of black leather, with black, back-seamed stockings and 4-inch stilettos that were topped off by a shiny Champagne satin blouse and a matching leather bolero jacket. With her hair up and with medium-sized hoop earrings and professional makeup, she looked competent, skilled, and even displaying a hint of dominance. With a whip or whatever, she might make a lesser man drop to all fours in front of her. She offered me a steaming cup of coffee and held up her own in toast.
“Okay, Honey, today starts my doing it your way. First to drop my stuff off, go pee and then direct to HR. I figure by noon I will have an idea what is going to happen.”
She looked at the clock and smiled nervously.
“I can’t help but be nervous.” She added, then after a brief hesitation she added. “I am going to swing by the pharmacy on my way home, too. I am not late, yet. But I will be soon, so I want to be able to tell if I got knocked up or not.”
“You know, we never really talked about this. What if you are? How are we going to handle it? Will you be able to get an abortion?”
I was trying to set an expectation, here. I was not about to be told I am having to raise some other asshole’s child.
She pursed her lips and shrugged softly.
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s complicated, and I don’t know what Du’Shaun will say. I don’t know what the rules are on this.”
“What does he get to say about any of this? If he ***** you, and you say he did, and he got you pregnant, then he is either going to give us what we want, or I am going to call the police and charge him with being a sexual predator, or whatever bullshit politically correct term they use nowadays.”
She set down her coffee and reached up to me, placing her slender, perfectly manicured fingers on my shoulders.
“Honey, relax. One thing at a time. We’ll figure this all out. I can’t predict the future any more than you can. Right now, I have to do one of the most unpleasant things I know of. Having to admit to some stranger the intimate details of my sex life. So please, wish me luck. Once I am done, I’ll call you.”
She ended her words with a soft kiss to my lips and a weak smile, her eyes belying the nervousness she felt. She walked out the front door with my own weak smile in acknowledgement, as well as my lecherous gaze at her ass in that skirt. I thought I could detect the subtle signs of her wearing a garter belt with her stockings. But no panty-lines, so she was definitely wearing a thong, if she was wearing any panties at all.
Shaking my head, I went to get my own day going and went to the office.
At my desk, I found time moving slower than molasses in February. I could swear I heard every tick of the dial clock on my desk, which was strange, since my clock was electronic. I suffered through a conference call that could have been handled with a memo and read memos that could have been handled with a text message, or better yet simply thrown out. My mood was souring, and my administrative assistant was picking up on my vibes. She brought me in a fresh cup of coffee and a donut, and then wisely shut my office door. It was her way of telling me to keep my attitude to myself. Smart woman.
When my cell phone did ring, I might have well been sitting on an electric chair. I nearly blasted from my seat as I heard the personalized ringtone for my wife, a short few bars of “My Girl” by The Temptations.
“Hey... talk to me.” I greeted her with some relief.
“Hi, Honey. Well, it is done. I did it exactly as you said, and they spent over two hours grilling me on every detail. The whys and the whats and the hows. They even tried to suggest that I tried to seduce him, instead of trying to get him to leave me alone. To leave all of us girls alone. Even my reminding them of his previous violations didn’t hold much sway. They kept cross-checking my information, and my words, and one of them wanted to get really detailed about the things Du’Shaun did to me. It was like he was getting me to give him his own personal porn recital. They even wanted me to describe his cock, and how did I know how big ten inches was, how did I recognize his foreskin, was I sure I understood what circumcision was, even why wasn’t I on the pill! I swear, they were getting pretty damned personal with my sex life!”
I heard her take a deep breath and calm herself down.
“Honey, they even wanted to know about our sex life. How often did we have sex, was I satisfied with your love-making, did we ever roleplay, even down to what brand of condom did you wear! Fuck, they even wanted to know how often you masturbated! I mean, what the actual fuck?”
She was starting to escalate again. She was making it obvious that she had been through a rough experience with them.
“So where did it end up, Wendy? What directions did they give?”
“Well, I was told to see our physician, to get tested for any STDs, as well as to get a pregnancy test. They said that if I am indeed pregnant, then he or even they can insist on a paternity test. If the child is yours, then this is pretty much going to dry up and blow away. But if the child is his, then they would have to consider stronger actions.”
“But I couldn’t possibly have gotten you pregnant, yet. I’ve been wearing a rubber for months.”
“I know that, Honey, and I tried to tell them that, but they said accidents can still happen and they want proof.”
I grunted at that.
“Wen, what they want to have is evidence to cover their asses because their guy may have fucked up badly, and they would be on the hook for it. I suppose it is time we started looking for representation. I’ll have Amanda start looking.” I didn’t need to add that Amanda was my Administrative Assistant who wisely closed my office door. I was going to have her find an attorney who liked to eat people for fun.
“Good idea, Sweetheart. I am going to head out and go home. They told me to stay at home until I heard from them. Right now, I am on paid leave, but to expect to be called every day to ensure I am at home. I guess they have had people try to scam them and get free vacations by claiming fake stories. So, I am on a staycation of sorts. I’ll see you when you get home, Honey. I love you.”
She clicked off and I went to my door and asked for Amanda to come in.
“Amanda, it is time to break things and hurt people. Check with Thomas in Legal to see who is good at that sort of thing. Probably in liability or personal injury. Oh, and be sure to tell him it is for me, and it’s personal, not company related. I don’t want his ass getting so tight about the company that he can’t think straight.”
It was time for Robby to wage war, and my day got considerably brighter.
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When I got home, I was surprised to find dinner nearly ready, and Wendy wearing a comfy set of pajamas and slippers. When she heard me enter, she came to greet me and smiled, giving me a kiss and then told me to hurry and change, because dinner would be ready. We were having chicken parmigiana, which I always enjoyed. Once we were seated and beginning to eat, I had to ask.
“So how was your day, Dear?”
She laughed a little at that.
“Well, for someone on administrative leave, I spent most of the day on the phone. It seems I have set off a bit of an explosion. It seems three or four other girls came forward just in my department, one of them being Maureen, who is also married, and definitely pregnant. She has to do the paternity test because the rumor is she doesn’t know who the father is, and it could be Du’Shaun. But the real big deal is that it could be Mr. William’s child as well. He is Du’Shaun’s boss. The shit is really hitting the fan on the sales side. It seems those guys have been bedding every pair of boobs walking, and evidently, they have some sort of list or something.”
“A list? Of what?”
“Of girls to screw. Along with a ranking. The word is that this list has points on it for each girl they managed to get in bed, or on the desk, or whatever. Jill said I am number 4 on the list, but I think some of it is more political. Mrs. Thomas is highest, but she is the CEO’s wife, and she’s about fifty.”
I frowned thoughtfully. “Well… I’m not sure if I should be flattered or angry.”
“Yeah, welcome to the club. What’s even more annoying is that these guys gave it even more thought. They have a scoring multiplier based on where it happens. For example. I am ranked number four, so I have an inverse multiplier of 25, to equal 100 points, times that of the location score of where it happens. So, if I am bedded in my office, I am worth 250 points. But if I am with one of the sales guys on the main conference table during a video conference, I am worth something like 12 billion points.”
I sat back in my chair as I chewed my very delicious dinner and had to think about this. It was almost like an organized crime racket.
“So, what happens now? What are they doing to the men?”
“I don’t know.” Wendy shrugged. “But it isn’t going to be good. Two guys immediately submitted their resignations. Du’Shaun was summoned to HR as well, though I hear an attorney was also in the room.”
“Yeah, that figures. Covering their ass. Didn’t you say he was popular with the company or something?” I snorted.
“Yep. He’s going to come out of this squeaky clean, somehow, just you watch. What worries me is what he will say about me. How badly is my reputation going to get hurt.”
I shook my head and reached out to rub her shoulder.
“Don’t worry about that, Wen. If need be, just resign. We can afford to live on my salary for a good while until you figure out your next steps. What’s more important is the calendar and nature. We still need to discuss that.”
My wife looked at me, and then shook her head.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” She began carefully. “I’m not sure I can get an abortion. It isn’t about you, and it certainly isn’t about Du’Shaun. But it’s about my conscience. I don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”
Tears began to leak from her eyes at that point. Wisdom, which comes from making mistakes, told me not to press her when she was crying. The outcomes were never good. So, I just rubbed her back as best I could and let the subject drop for the moment. Who knew? It might all be for nothing anyway. I hoped…
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The next few days were pretty much the same thing, only I could tell That my wife was getting bored. Watching television wasn’t very mentally stimulating, or even upsetting, given the propaganda being vomited on the so-called “news” and other programing. She kept getting her daily phone calls, until that Friday, when I came home early from work. Wendy was being the very best girl and wife she could be, and she needed to get out, but she hadn’t gotten her phone call. It was approaching four o’clock, and Happy Hour, and I wanted to take her out to dinner, and have some quality time with her. So, I told her screw it, let’s go.
She threw on a Sundress and sandals, and brushed her hair, and then we left. Shortly after, we were seated int eh bar area of a restaurant, munching snacks and nursing margaritas when her phone rang. The look on her face was blushing and embarrassed.
“Look, I’m sorry. I waited and waited, but my husband said it was time to leave…”
She then paused while she listened.
“Yes, I know... Yes… Yes… Okay… Yes, I know the-…”
I was getting annoyed myself now. I snatched the phone from her hand, an angry stare in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, who is this bothering my wife?”
The voice on the other end was a rather supercilious and rather self-important woman.
“I am Dawn, the HR director’s executive administrative assistant, I’ll have you know. You have no…”
“I don’t give a flying fuck who the Hell you think you are, but right now you are inches from death by my fist pulling your vagina through your mouth. If you ever treat my wife like that again, I will personally come down there and kick your ass so hard you have to walk on all fours. You got that, Bitch?”
She was suddenly stammering.
“Sir... you do not have the right to…”
“Bitch, I will call you whatever I feel like. My name is Robert, and I am Wendy’s husband. She is here with me, and my insistence as her husband. I have taken my wife out on a date, as I am legally entitled to. So, you can inform your boss that unless he wants to be named in a lawsuit for workplace harassment, loss of consortium and whatever else I can think of, you best quit while you are behind. While you are at it, you can also change your goddamn attitude. If you ever speak to me like that again, I will personally come to your desk, take the leg of your chair, and break it off in your ass! Is there any part of this you do not understand?”
With that, I simply disconnected the call and handed her phone back, grousing how she was too stupid to live and muttering how grateful that fucking cunt should be to still be breathing.
“Jeez, Honey… I think you just got me fired.” Wendy expressed in astonishment.
I gave a thoughtful frown and shook my head.
“Nah. Amanda did a great job and found us great counsel. Once I explained the situation to her, she got a little irate at Du’Shaun and your company as well. She gave me a bunch of magic words to say, and on Monday I will let her know about this call you just received. You’re Teflon right now. Nothing is going to stick to you. Especially Tuesday, when she and I go over there.”
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Tuesday never happened.
Wendy called me at work and asked if I could come home at lunch. So, walking in just before, I saw her seated with three people, two men and a woman. The men were the Vice-President of the entire company, the Human Resources Director, and the woman was an IT manager. After shaking hands, my comment was simple.
“Why are you people in my house?” Direct, to the point, and setting the tone that the man of the house and King of His castle was not amused.
“Sir…” It was the VP speaking. “I wanted to be the first to apologize for the things that have happened. Obviously, we have not been taking some of our responsibilities as seriously as we should have, and that includes how we treat our employees…”
“And their families…” the HR Director butted in.
I could not help but smile at that. Evidently some Executive Administrative Assistant had gotten not only butt-hurt at my diatribe, but also gotten her ass reamed by whomever she told, presumably this guy. They were in serious damage-control mode now. I could recognize it, because I have been involved with screw-ups in my own company.
The rest of the discussion went pretty much as I expected. Apologies, and so on, but with one surprise, which explained the IT woman. The company issued Wendy a laptop and all of the credentialing she needed to begin working again. Their logic was that the projects she was working on needed her, and since they were paying her anyway, she might as well get something accomplished.
When they left, I turned to my wife, and smiled.
“I told you. Teflon, babe. Teflon…”
To be continued.
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