Foreword
I have been out of sorts lately. One of my cherished doggies passed away recently and I was devastated by that. Then I got sick... but I survived! I have not felt like writing lately. I did a little flash story. Just a bit of fun. Darker Binding edited this before i could even ask him! Any remaining errors are mine and mine alone. As always read with tongue firmly in cheek. I write for fun. If you don't appreciate my little stories, you are invited to take pen in hand and write one yourself. God bless us all Tiny Tim, and please try to stay safe, so we can all get through this terrible time together. I'm putting this in loving wives because there is a loving wife! Wow, irony there. No persons under eighteen in this story, Any similarity to anyone living or not is purely coincidental.
Comforting Wife's College Friend
"She won't be any problem Honey, I promise!" Arleen said. Arleen, my darling wife of fifteen years, was currently trying to get me to accept her old college roommate visiting us for a week or two.
"Yeah right," I said very sarcastically, "she almost broke us up in college. Have you forgotten the little trick she pulled on us? Or how about when she got you drunk and stoned and you almost fu-" I was reminding her.
"-Yes, yes, yes I almost fucked that football guy... But you saved me!" Arleen said fervently.
"I almost went to jail over you! I was just lucky there were lots of witnesses, and she got off scott free didn't she? So after all that fuckin bullshit, you have some real chutzpah to want me to let her stay with us. For God's sake, our house is not that big. Can't she stay with her mom?"
"Her mother, Sheila, got divorced last year. She's in a tiny one-room efficiency. Monica's dad sorta disowned her after she fucked you with her little stunt. Which by the way, I have never, ever, heard you complain about in all these years..." She had a kind of misery in her voice.
"For the one-thousandth time, I am sorry, and I swear to God I thought it was you. I mean we were drunk, but I know it was you I went to bed with. I wasn't going to check your I.D. at four a.m. while I was fucking her... I mean you... Oh fuck, you know what I mean! I am truly sorry for what happened. I think Monica is a dirty little slut. And you did tell me about-" again she cut me off.
"-I've told you a hundred times, we were just kind of experimenting, it's not like we were bull dyke lesbians! We both like cock more than pussy." She is always a bit embarrassed by her slutty behavior. I kinda liked it, especially if it involved her having sex with another woman, oh yeah!
"Ok, maybe Monica is a dirty little slut, but George... She is in real, serious trouble. I have never seen you turn someone away who truly needed help. That's just not like you! Her husband was cheating on her for sure, and then the bastard froze all of their bank accounts, so she would be totally and completely broke." My wife was very upset. Arleen is always on the side of the little person. The one with no power in the relationship.
"Can't her lawyer?-" as I spoke, Arleen interrupted me again but. I'm a husband and used to it.
"-She's working on it as we speak. How long? I don't know. A few days or a week at most, but I'm not a damn lawyer. George... Monica needs a little bit of emotional and physical comfort. He hit her you know. The son of a bitch punched her in the face."
"I did not know that. Well then sure, call her up and... Now what?" I saw her face. Something else going on in her pretty little head, I'm pretty damn sure. I can't stay mad at her. She just wiggled her perfect little ass and I was done. I become just like all the other housebroken husbands: a sycophant, whose motto is "yes dear," I thought to myself. Her ass is my kryptonite. I hate it when she leaves, but I love to watch her go! Oh yeah!
"You have to go get her. The cars are both in his name only, because of the business. If Monica drives one of them, he promised to put her in jail.
"The bastard used ten thousand dollars out of their household accounts to bail himself out of jail, and then he cut her off moneywise... completely. He is such a fucker.
"They have an emergency court hearing next week on Tuesday, but that's eight days away. She is terrified of him now. I need my big strong fearless husband..." She ran her hands over my biceps and chest.
"Wait, you have another husband? He's big, strong, and FEARLESS?" I smiled at my wife. She punched my arm.
"George! Don't make me spank you!" She giggled.
"You would like to spank my ass, wouldn't you?" I looked at her. Her face told it all.
I launched into my ideas.
"Well, there will be a few rules. One. No girl's nights out. You want to drink or dance... Do it here so nobody goes to jail or to the hospital... Two. She can't secretly fuck me or you- "
"Unless both spouses agree to it!" She giggled. What a dirty girl my wife is.
"I'm gonna spank you right now I think... Three. No drugs-"
"-Come on! Monica still smokes pot. It calms her down. I like getting high too! You're such a stick in the mud." My wife is a pothead! She fucks me silly when she gets high.
"And pot makes both of you into sex-crazed horny toads...No tobacco in the house either. Can't stand the smell... Four. No, no, no bringing home guys! Period. If she's ready for that action, then she surely doesn't need to be here at all."
I waited for the argument, which never came. Hmm. So they would be doing that behind my back? My wife's slutty behavior may be destroying our marriage. I won't put up with that shit. I'll divorce her ass first. But I would extend a real olive branch: "I will make an extra effort to be nice to her. I will kiss her ass because I know Monica means a lot to you. Are you coming over to her house to help her pack up and whatnot?" I asked her, thinking she was going to jump at the chance. I was wrong. She shook her head no.
I don't think she wanted to go at all. I explained that I needed her, "I would like to have a video just in case I have to change his attitude. That is important if things do get physical, so make sure that your phone is charged up. It's very, very important and might keep me out of jail!" I knew damn well it was going to wind up in a fistfight. I kinda like a good fight now and then.
I was actually thinking he probably had lots of really good reasons to be pissed off. This is why I don't want to get involved in other folk's marriages or their relationships. Very good chance to fuck things up worse!
She reached down to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my pants. "I have a very special favor to ask of you, my darling husband. You know that I love you so much it hurts, right?" She said. Why did she say that? Uh-oh... She called me the d-word. Darling. Condition red, battle stations, look out! Incoming! Here it comes! I decided if I was going to die, I should at least remind her that I love her as well.