My Hubby Screamed Riley

My Hubby Screamed Riley

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Author's Notes: This is my story and cannot be copied, sampled or used without my expressed written permission.

This is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is a coincidence.

Characters:

Tedi Fitzgerald-Moss me. Mom and wife and office manager

Ben Moss My Hubby banker and daddy.

Trish Moss daughter

Benny Moss son

Lola Fitzgerald my mom

Duane Cobey my boss and Daddy's old teammate from college

We live in West Seattle near Lincoln Park in a three story craftsman style home, two story really but there was a daylight basement and a fully furnished attic and a detached garage.

Tedi Fitzgerald-Moss is my name. Ben and I have been married now for twelve years. We have two kids, our daughter Trish who is thirteen, we got started a little early and Benny who's ten. Trish plays tennis and the harp in the orchestra at St. Francis Assisi K through 8 parochial school.

We could see the Fauntleroy Ferry dock from the porch. I could and did walk to work where I was the office manager at regional stock brokerage firm Edward James. I started there when Benny was in the second grade. Benny's quiet and shy, really Trish is too.

Maybe two years ago, we'd put the kids down and sit in bed and we'd watch Netflix, Amazon or even Tubi. One night Ben found this episodic show, two years of it called The Client List. Starring Jennifer Love Hewitt and Cybill Shepherd as her mother. I googled both of them Cybill Shepherd was this monstrous model and movie star, home wrecker as a teen ager, stunningly beautiful them but now well into her seventies. Jennifer Love Hewitt was so hot on this show, if I was into women, I would have thrown myself at her. I googled her "Relationships and Hookups" and the list was very, very long but then in 2012 she marries this guy and they have three kids and reading this now I want to be her friend.

Ben is enthralled the first episode with her and there's plenty of other stunning women including the Daily Show's Desi Lydic, who my boss Duane always askes me if we watched as she's absolutely hilarious. Who is this long, tall, hard belly blond.

The plot line has Jennifer's character Riley married with two little kids, her husband disappears during hard times, it was the great recession then and she can't get a job until miraculously she gets a job in a massage parlor called the "Rub". When Ben hears that he cracks up and says, "It should be the Rub and the Tug," meaning massage and a hand job.

He thought it was funny but did not notice that it made me think he'd been doing that himself or more. What the fuck does he know about a massage parlor.

The Rub is owned by this funny, voluptuous black woman, who is hilarious and at first Riley is just doing massages and no "tug", until some guy grabs her hand puts her hand on his dick and she looks shocked.

Shocked I tell you, I'm sure the show runner wanted her to blow the guy in the first episode, Soon enough though Riley is tugging away and giving blow jobs to them, they didn't show that, but it's implied.

Ben's got this huge boner, tenting up the bed spread. As dicks go his is nice and thick and if I were to guess eight inches or so. He's turned on by Jennifer Love Hewitt, not me. I'm good looking, I'm told by my besties that I have a world class booty, but Jennifer has a world class ass and tits from here to there, I think my face is as nice as hers, But how do I compete with her for fuck's sake.

So as I watch Ben, my take away is that he's probably been to quite a few massage parlors, it's an open question about whether or not whether he's cheated on me, or is cheating on me.

I have my kids to think about, I help my mom out, Daddy's gone, I give her fifteen hundred dollars a month. I pulled up the bed spread and gave him the best head since blew Mr. Washington at Kennedy High School my Catholic high school in Burien. He was very black and very long and off and on fucked my brains out my senior year and freshman year at Seattle University. He was forty five and married and was apparently satisfying all numbers of teachers, mothers of students, students of whom I joined at least until he was fired.

Well a few months later I met Ben at a party and he was playing for the hated Husky baseball team, along with my now boss's son. My daddy had played with Duane in high school and then college too. Ben's was not as long as Mr. Washington's but was so much thicker and uncut and although I was on the pill, thank you mama, or she would have had several lovely black grandchildren which I was fine with. But I had pneumonia and was on antibiotics and along game Trish.

My daddy, Bill Fitzgerald visited Ben at his fraternity house. Actually waited on Ben to return from a game, he'd been ghosting me since I told him I was pregnant.

I was eight months along, waddling around the Seattle University Campus drawing looks from priests, nuns, monks, skanks I knew who were sleaze bag, cum buckets and now I was going to be an unwed mother.

It depends on who tells the story, Ben's version was that Daddy explained his responsibilities, while Daddy's version was he kicked the shit out of the twenty four year old red shirt senior. Daddy being six feet tall and Ben was six foot four, might lead one to believe that Daddy was a bullshit artist. God I missed him so much, he had a heart attack and was gone.

Ben's black eye, broken nose and missing tooth on the bottom told the story. Mama always said, "Don't get him mad, he's a mean son of a bitch."

Ben came a calling with a wedding ring and pissed off parents and asked me to marry him. Ben's parents were mad at him and apologized to me and Mama and Daddy. I accepted his offer to marry him, because I had totally fallen for him and was heart broken that things had got this far.

I hugged him and wailed and told him I truly loved him. Ben is a good dad and earns a good living.

With that memory run through my mind, I dove under the bed spread and yanked down Ben's sweat pants and pulled on his thick dick while I made slow love to his balls, licking then putting one in my mouth which was totally full of saliva and I slowly ran my very long tongue and humming which caused him start humping.

After twelve years and lots of practice I could get him to the back of my mouth, but never beyond. Tonight he forced my head down on his dick and my throat opened up and I did my best to breathe through my nose and I felt those huge balls constrict on my chin and spurts of his jizz shot down my throat into my tummy and more spurts. I pinched his belly and he let go of my head.

Not done I gently sucked his dick some more and he was still hard. I climbed up and grabbed that thick monster and found my sopping wet fuck hole and sat on his dick. Couple of inches, it was always like this, up then down and tired of waiting I just dropped on it and I had a monster orgasm as I flopped on Ben's chest as he pile drove my married cunt, his cunt I had a tattoo just above my bush that said, 'Ben's Cunt'.

Since he'd already nutted this was going to go on for a while and I came over and over again until I just laid on him whimpering as one orgasm rolled into another.

Finally he nutted and jumped up and went to the bathroom and then down stairs to get a beer and he came back.

I had not moved. My body was like Jello, all wibbly wobbly without strength, I could barely think. Maybe this was like being a cave woman, being bred. Left for pregnant again.

He said, "Hey scooch over."

I murmured something that was pre-language a grunt that tried to convey that my cunt hurt badly, and my muscles were no longer functional and he had scared the shit out of me.

Apparently he did not have a cavewoman to English translator and said, "What's wrong?"

I was able to summon another murmur. This wasn't some game I was doing. I started to gather the ability to think and I thought this must be what it feels to be gang banged. I mean I consented to this and started it, but I didn't even know him now, I was scared shitless.

I opened my eyes and he was looking at me and looked worried. I said, "Help me up."

He gently helped me up and looked at me for directions, "Bathroom run the tub. You hurt me, very badly, am I bleeding please check."

We go to the bathroom and he started the tub, then then knelt in front of me and gently spread my legs and looked at my swollen labia and said, "You are swollen up, but I don't see any bleeding."

"Bring me my phone please."

I texted Duane and said, 'I have to go to the Emergency Room tonight.'

I said to Ben, "Take me to the hospital. Call mom and tell her I'm feeling like I got food poisoning and have her walk over to watch the kids."

So he took me to St. Anne's in Burien in my Isuzu Trooper than Daddy rebuilt for me.

I told him to give me the keys and get an Uber home.

I told the doctor that my husband was well endowed, especially wide and that I asked him or wanted him to make love to me, but he wouldn't stop and I was almost comatose, I used the phrase 'fucked silly' which made her giggle. I detested male gynecologists, anyway, She said, "I'm going to apply a numbing agent, which should allow the examination to proceed, there did you feel that?"

I said, "No, nothing."

"Good, she said, "I heard the metal thingies they put in your vagina for an examination and, she added, "just a bit more of the numbing agent."

There was a nurse helping, her holding a bright light.

"How wide is your husband, "asked the doctor.

I said, "Beer can thick."

"How long did he, umm, "I interrupted.

"I sucked him off first, which was a mistake in retrospect, but maybe forty five minutes."

The nurse said, "Are you unable to orgasm?"

I sighed, "Oh no I came the whole time, he fucked me until and long after I could move."

I heard the metal things taken out and I felt stuff leaking down on my ass and legs.

The nurse gently wiped off my ass and legs.

"You have a bruised and lacerated cervix, but there is no vaginal tearing. Normally this injury presents with vaginal tearing, but as you said it was consensual. You're going to stay tonight and you'll probably be released in the afternoon, I put some more numbing agent, but your need to rest and sleep.

I'm going to put you on a morphine drip and prescribed Naproxen which is used for super cramps. It's going to take a break from vaginal intercourse. Maybe for a month. Anal and oral are fine."

I said, "Okay doctor."

I was in a gurney and they wheeled me to a room, intubated me, I made sure I had my phone with me and I was in la la land. It was eleven thirty.

I woke up and was a little confused and looked around the room and saw Mama. Tears ran from my face, off my jaw and onto my neck.

She was stoic as a general rule, but I saw a storm run across her face and she quietly questioned me, "What did he do?"

"We were watching this television show, "The Client List" where Jennifer Love Hewitt is the actress and he got this huge hard on and I blew him, "it was so embarrassing to say this, "then he fucked me and would not stop. By the time it was over I could not move at all. He is very wide. Very wide. I have a bruised and lacerated cervix. I'm off vaginal sex for a month."

"It occurred to me that he's cheating on me and has been for a very long time. No reason other than he threw out this phrase "rub and a tug" which you get at a massage parlor."

I patted my body down, looking for my phone and she handed it to me. I tapped in the code 2-2-2-2-2-2. There were texts from Duane and Trish and a pic of her and Benny, but nothing from Ben. He did not care.

I told Duane that I would be in tomorrow morning. I looked at my phone again, there was a prescription for Naproxen waiting for me.

I was released an hour later. Mama didn't know I had the Trooper and when I told her she smiled, "Ivars okay?"

She beamed, she knew what she liked. Fried clam strips, cold slaw and fries. I was down for fish and chips, clam chowder and slaw. I actually got two big things of the chowder because Benny and Trish loved it.

I drove through the pharmacy drive through and then onto Ivars and home by three. Benny and Trish rode the same bus from St. Francis Assisi K through 8 school, which is where we went to mass, the kids and I and mama. Benny on the holidays. He would golf with clients most Saturdays and Sundays too.

The food was incredible, touched both of our souls because daddy dug clams and brought them home with oysters too and it would be so good. I needed him now so bad. I had to keep the house and find some way to keep the income stream.

Benny and Trish bust through the door and were all over me, making my heart sing, Mama was smiling too. I said, "How bout some clam chowder, "with a big smile.

Benny and Trish's eyes both bugged out and their mouth's opened and they were so excited. Tears ran down my face again as Mama was pouring some into two mugs.

They came with packets of oyster crackers.

Benny ate twice as fast as Trish and I sat and watched both full of this small moment of joy. I expected him to ask for more. Instead he said, "Mom why is Dad's car in the car port?"

I said, "Benny, I'm not sure. Would you like some more chowder?"

He nodded yes.

I said, "Grammie will get you some and slowly stood up and walked to the stairs leading to the second floor."

I wasn't really in pain now, rather my legs seemed dead, like I'd run a ten k which I had done. The door was ajar and I could see him curled up and asleep on the bed. I entered and closed the door and turned the bolt so my ten year old would not join us. The television was still on Tubi at the last episode of the second season of the Client List. He had leaked pictures of Jennifer Love Hewitt on his phone, which I put in my apron.

He was covered in his jizzm, he drove me to the hospital and watched twenty five episodes of Jennifer Love Hewitt suck off her husband's brother, some rich fuck who paid her fifteen hundred dollars to fuck her and one black guy who looked like Mr. Washington, I wondered if she had an ace of spades tattoo on her, or wore an Etsy tee shirt saying my hubby likes to watch, or there was another one that said, hubby is in a chastity cage.

So I threw water all over him and called him a fucking pig and after about an hour including him taking a shower and me throwing his clothes out of the bathroom window, I said, "I can't have sex with you for a month and I'm pretty sure you've been cheating most if not all of our marriage, you should see the look on your face you fuck, do I know them? Is it affairs or just a side piece?"

He would not admit to cheating, but he did agree to counselling. Ten weeks. Once a week. About halfway through I knew he was lying his ass off. I had no proof and we had private sessions. Mrs. Fisher exclaimed with a sigh as we started my fifth session. "I said I agree. He's lying and almost certainly cheating on me."

She responded, "Why do you think that Tedi?"

Before answering, I leaned forward, staring right into her eyes and she looked away and down. "So we agree he's lying, Daddy taught me all about lie-looks. There's no need for the individual sessions, but I want to continue the joint sessions as I need to get socks in the drawer."

That made her laugh. I said, "I'm amazed he has not had me served and started divorce proceedings. He lacerated my cervix. That was three months ago. We have not fucked since then and I know he's getting it elsewhere."

The next week he had a conference in Los Angeles and my life changed for the better. On Monday I went into Duane's office and told him the whole story. I said, "Duane he's lying out his ass and when I confronted him, he never really said no and I have to protect my kids and divorce him and find some way to pay the mortgage."

He said, "You know your Daddy and I go way back, you might as well be family. Let's get away from here and go by your home so I can see what we're talking about property wise. When we get there I need an up to date picture of him. I need to take a picture of the deed on the house."

My home was just a few minutes in the Trooper. Duane cracked up, "I put my foot it in it a little and he cracked up and said, "I love this, it's so much like your Daddy. He could run, hit, looked regular until you looked him in the eye and you knew it was a mistake to even think about fucking with him. You say he rebuilt this?"

He looked over at me and saw that tears were running down my face.

I said, "If Daddy were alive none of this would be happening, he would beat him to death and dump him in the Sound."

He said, "Maybe it won't come to that, honey, " he said patting my hand.

I parked in the back and we went in the backdoor and I asked him if he wanted something to drink, "Water, beer, bourbon?"

"What kind of bourbon?"

"Umm, Wild Roses, George Dickel and Evan Williams."

"Wild Roses, two ice cubes, double please."

It felt nice bringing him something, he called me honey, oh my God. Focus girl.

I found the deed and a recent picture of Ben. He took a picture of Ben's picture with his phone. I saw him text it to someone. "Do you have a printer, scanner connected to a pc, honey, " I nodded yes, my heart pounding, I was so wet, could he smell me as I stood there.

He handed me the deed and said, "Honey, scan it in and send it to my work email."

I turned to walk towards the office and he patted my ass, but my feet stopped working. I turned and reached for his hand and pulled on it. He stood and I pulled him toward the stairs and up to my bed room.

"What do you know, honey, "I asked him. Patting the bed.

"He's a player. Your Daddy was not his fan. He told me that you loved him, but that he was a player and had affairs with his secretary, some of his friends' wives. He was going to do something, kill him, then he died."

"Please protect me, honey, I'm so done with this, he purposefully hurt me and does not give a shit about me."

"I would never do anything to upset your marriage and I'm very discrete, but I need you so bad, just the pleasure of servicing you."

I unzipped his pants and thank God his dick was not but it was oh so long and uncut.

It was literally coming out the bottom of his boxers. I looked at him and said, "Honey you're in for a treat."

I pulled down the boxers and my red lips covered with crimson lipstick started to make love to his dick, kissing and licking it up and down and daintily licking his nut sack. I tried to leave lipstick on his scrotum. Then I licked from the base of his dick until my lips encased his dick.

Making sure he could watch me, slowly with my tongue on the underside of that dick I plunged slowly until my nose was his graying public hairs, my tongue barely lapping at his nutsack. I was breathing fine through my nose and I was not going to move. I hoped my tongue was driving him wild.

I felt his hands on the side of my head, pulling me up his shaft about halfway up I

grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands pulling his dick down my throat again. I gently patted his bottom and then he was a little more forceful and started fucking my face, really my throat. I said a brief thank you to Mr. Washington wherever he was. He had lovely stamina and I had one hand rubbing around my pussy, I was hopeful, oh fuck I just wanted him so much, his dick was perfect, he was kind, he was taking care of me and my family.

Right then and there he pulled me off his cock and I had my panties off, biting my lip and he said, "Honey could you get on your hands and knees, I've been watching that ass for so long, I just need to see that jiggle in real life, okay."

Out of nowhere, "I said, I love you Daddy, " he entered me and before he was all the way in I had a ferocious orgasm as my front arms and face collapsed into the bed spread. Unlike with Ben, he was making love to me, not hate fucking me, which happened that night when Ben fell in love with Jennifer Love Hewitt's character Riley.