Jolene Listens

My wife never used to listen to me, which, ironically enough, led to our current situation. Let me explain. A couple of months ago we went into the city for a street festival. It was a yearly thing, but we hadn't gone before and didn't know the area very well. None the less, we were having a good time walking down the street, checking out the shops and sampling the local food. I saw a small tobacco shop and wanted to check out their cigar selection, but of course Jolene didn't want to go into a "smelly cigar store", so I told her to stay close and I would be back soon.

The store had mostly pipe tobacco and was not well stocked with cigars, so it wasn't long before I was back out looking for my wife. Naturally she had not listened to me and had disappeared somewhere. I was thinking that she had to be close and was scanning the street when I heard her voice off to my right. I turned and took a few steps to find myself at the entrance to a small alley.

Looking down it's length I saw one of the most frightening scenes of my life: my wife and two tough-looking men. One of the men was pulling on Jolene's purse and the other was growling at her to let go of it, but she was resisting. For a moment I was frozen; not from fear, but from shock. Then the man pulling on her purse hit my wife in the face with his closed fist. She collapsed like a rag doll.

I don't remember making a decision, I was just sprinting down the alley towards my wife and her attackers. At this point I should tell you that I have been training in mixed martial arts since I was 17 and although I was no Randy Coture I did have some skills. I was also well motivated.

Now there were two of them; they looked street-tough and the alley was pretty narrow, so I knew that if they did not run I would have to end it quickly. That meant using high-energy, one strike knock-out attacks. The problem is, these are risky techniques if you are up against a trained opponent because they also leave you open to counter attacks.

They didn't run, and I just hoped that they weren't trained. The way they were positioned I was going to wind up facing one and having one at my back, so with my last step I leaped into the air and kicked savagely backwards with my left foot, while punching forward with my right hand. This is a real showy move, but it can be effective, if nothing else for the surprise factor.

I hit the man behind me squarely in the solar plexus, which was exactly where I had aimed. I drove my foot deep into his midsection and heard the air forced out of his lungs making a deep "oof" sound. Meanwhile the man in front of me managed to step back from my punch, but I didn't really expect it to connect. I threw it mainly for balance and to hopefully push him back a bit, and for that it worked perfectly.

I landed automatically into a fighting stance and immediately blocked a big looping right aimed at the side of my head. He did not follow up with another punch, probably because he was used to taking out his opponents with that first hay-maker. As I countered with a right cross and left jab I could hear the guy behind me hitting the ground; I wouldn't have to worry about him for a little while.

None of my punches landed, and the way he ducked them told me he had some boxing experience. I barely avoided a left jab, but absorbed a glancing body shot from his right hand. I didn't want to box with this guy, so I decided to go downstairs and see if he had any kicking experience.

I threw an experimental kick to the outside of his lead leg. It landed with a satisfying thud on his thigh. That seemed to confuse him as he didn't counter, so I threw another kick to the same area and landed it again. Clearly he didn't like that and threw a wild right. I ducked that easily and rewarded him with a punishing right to his ribs.

I felt the tide turning, but I needed to finish him off before his buddy behind me got his breath back. I could see he was glancing down, looking for that leg kick again, so I looked down at his leg, hoping he would take the bait. Most people will drop their guard a little if they think a kick is coming, and he was no different. As soon as I saw it drop I shifted my weight onto my right leg and put all the power I had into my left leg.

I'm not as limber as I used to be, and head kicks are not easy to execute, but this was not a normal situation. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I watched my left foot arc up into the air, higher and higher. It seemed like it had a mind of it's own as it accelerated towards the side of his head. Unlike me, he never saw it coming. When it hit, his head snapped to my right and his whole body went limp. I'm sure he was unconscious when he hit the ground.

I let the force of the kick spin me around so that I was facing the first guy who by now had regained his feet. Then he made a big mistake: he rushed me. There was not much room for him to get up to speed, so I just braced myself and let him run into me. Since I was ready he did not knock me back like he had hoped.

I grabbed him looking for a throw or a take-down of some sort, but he had some grappling experience and managed to stay on his feet. This called for a different strategy, so I reached up and put my hands behind his head, lacing my fingers together in a classic Mui Tai move and pulled his head down. He was not expecting this and didn't know what to do. I did. I quickly brought up my right knee, directly into his forehead. This stunned him, but I was not done. I quickly followed with my left knee and then the right again. One of those vicious knees, I'm not sure which, must have connected with his chin because he collapsed like a sack of shit.

I quickly checked the other guy and he was still out. The fight was over. I don't think it lasted more than 30 seconds, but I was already starting to breath heavily. With the adrenalin surging through my body I stepped over to my wife to check on her injuries.

I leaned over her and said "Jolene, are you OK?" Her eyelids fluttered, but otherwise she did not respond. "Just hold on." I grabbed my cell-phone and punched in 911. I told the dispatcher where we were, and what the situation was as quickly as possible.

One of the toughs that I had knocked out was starting to stir, so I snapped my phone shut and used one of my shoe laces to tie him up. I did the same for the other one as well.

I returned to my wife and held her head while I waited for the police and paramedics to arrive. I couldn't help muttering "I wish you would just listen to me. If you would just do what I say everything would work out better." In fact, I think I repeated this a number of times.

Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't really blaming my wife, I was just upset and high on the adrenalin and letting my subconscious thoughts get through.

The police arrived soon, sized up the situation, and cuffed the two thugs. While they were busy with that the paramedics arrived and checked everybody out. I insisted they look at my wife first and told them I was fine. I gave my statement to the cops while the paramedics tended to my wife. The toughs tried to tell the police that I had attacked them, but one look at my wife's bruised face was enough to convince them that their story was bullshit and they were arrested.

The paramedics were concerned that my wife had suffered a concussion and wanted to take her to hospital for an MRI and observation. She didn't want to go, but I thought it was wise so I told her that she should take their advice. To my shock she just looked at me and said "OK." She never gave up without a fight, but I didn't question it and rode with her in the ambulance to the hospital.

When we got to the emergency room Jolene was whisked away to get an MRI. After they brought her back we had a chance to talk a bit as we waited for the doctor to give us the results.

"What do you remember?" I asked, curious as to how she ended up in that alley.

"Some of it's kind of fuzzy," she replied, "but I'll do the best I can. I remember waiting for you outside the tobacco shop. I was watching the people pass by when I saw a woman with some really neat look boots walk past. I wanted to know where she got them, so I tried to catch up with her. She disappeared into a crowd of young people coming the other way, but I didn't want to follow her through when I saw a couple of the boys grab her butt. To avoid them I backed out of the way and I guess I accidentally backed right into the alley. This really was a case of jumping from the frying pan into the fire."

If she can still make jokes, I thought, maybe she's really OK.

"Then I heard someone behind me. I turned around and there were those two awful men. They grabbed my purse and tried to take it away, but I held on and they wound up dragging me down the alley further. I guess I should have just let it go."

"Why didn't you?" I asked. "You didn't have that much money in it and the rest could have been replaced."

"I know, it's just that, it was an expensive purse and one I really liked. I didn't want to lose it. I guess I really wasn't thinking clearly." She answered.

Duh! I thought, but kept my mouth shut.

"Then one of the men hit me." She continued. "I remember the pain; it felt like my face had exploded. I don't remember much after that, I think I was knocked out for a little while. I do remember dreaming of you having a sparring match at the gym with a couple of guys though. The next thing I knew I was laying in that dirty alley with you calling my name. As my head started to clear I saw my attackers on the ground out cold, and that's when I realized that I didn't dream it: you took them both out. You saved me. I did something impulsive and stupid, which you are always warning me about, but you saved me. At that moment I loved you more than ever before and I resolved that from then on I would listen to you."

By this time we both had tears in our eyes and we held each other tightly for a long time, as if something bad might happen if we let go.

Finally a doctor approached us and introduced himself and said he had the results of my wife's tests. "When you arrived here we determined that you had a concussion." He told my wife. "However it doesn't look like it was the result of the initial blow, but rather from the fall. We found a small cut on the left side of your head and some contusions, so we think you hit your head on the ground and that's what caused the concussion. After a head injury like this we like to use a Functional MRI, or FMRI. This shows us where blood is flowing in the brain and helps to spot abnormal activity, which can be an indication of brain damage. The good news is that I did not spot any bleeding or any outright damage." he said.

"But." I said suspecting there was another shoe to drop.

"But," he continued, "I did see some unusual activity in the cortex. This area is not usually associated with concussive type brain damage, so it's probably nothing, but I'd like to keep your wife overnight for observation. I have scheduled another FMRI in the morning and if that comes out clear she can go home."

Jolene didn't want to stay, but I said she should, and again she relented. Maybe she was going to keep her resolution to herself and listen to me a little more from now on. That would be nice, but I didn't think it would last long.

The next day the doctor told us that the MRI was clean and that Jolene could go home. The left side of her face was still swelled up a bit and very black and blue, but she was in good spirits. They gave us a prescription for some pain medication and discharged her.

It took a few days, but things more or less returned to normal, except that she seemed to be more willing to take my advice or accept my choices when decisions had to be made. I liked it, but I kept expecting it to end.

After a couple of weeks we were talking about going out to a movie or something and she complained that all her nice clothes did not fit her anymore. I had noticed that over the last couple of years she had put on a few pounds, but I didn't say anything; you know how it is with women and their weight. As cooperative as she had been lately, though, I decided to take a chance and sent up a trial balloon.

"You know, we could both stand to loose a few pounds. Maybe we should stop buying deserts for a while and watch what we eat." I offered.

"Hmmm, you're probably right." She replied.

Time to push it I thought. "I should also probably get to the gym more often as well. I'm not in the best of shape. I really got lucky with those two guys in that alley."

"You're in better shape than me!" Jolene answered.

"Actually, they are starting a new self-defense class at my gym this weekend. It's based on Krav Maga, an Israeli martial art. It's supposed to be relatively easy to learn, very street-effective, and a good workout. I think you should sign up for it, especially in the light of recent events." I said.

"That's not a bad idea. OK, let's do it: the diet, the gym, the whole thing."

So we started the diet right away by throwing away all the ice cream and other sweets in the house and changed our shopping and eating habits. Nothing drastic, just a better balance of different foods, smaller portions, and a no eating after dinner rule. That weekend Jolene started her self defense classes and I took my martial arts training more seriously.

A couple of weeks later I had lost 10 pounds, but Jolene had shed 15. She was serious about losing the weight! To celebrate I suggested that we go out to a bar I knew about that hosted some of the better local bands. Normally my wife is not to crazy about going to bars, but she readily agreed this time.

We went though her "skinny clothes" and picked out a nice pair of jeans, frilly black underwear (for later she said), and a nice blouse. I spied a different blouse in the back of the closet. It was a peach color, which is one of her favorites, but it was also pretty sheer. I grabbed it and said "How about this one?"

"Oh, I don't have anything to wear over it, and it's too sheer to wear alone."

"Why?" I asked innocently.

"Don't be silly," she admonished me, "this bra will show right through it."

"That's kind of the point." I said. She gave me a stern look, but I could tell it was more playful than anything else. "How about we switch out the black bra with a white one?"

"I don't know..." she started.

"Let's just try it and see." I offered.

She relented and found a nice white bra that was, if anything, more sexy and less substantial than the first one. I enjoyed watching her undress and put on the white bra. For a 35 year old woman she still had the tits of someone 15 years her junior. They were a nice C-cup with nipples that pointed up at a slight angle and they had little perceptible sag. I still loved looking at them, even after all these years.

Once she had the blouse on I was still able to see the bra in bright light, but it would not be visible in the dimly lit bar, which I demonstrated by turning down the light in our bedroom.

"See," I said as I turned her towards the mirror, "in this level of light you really can't see through it at all."

"I still don't know."

"Please, just wear it." I demanded more than asked.

"OK. For you." She said as she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

That was easier than I thought it would be. This was going to be a great night I thought as I got dressed.

It being a Wednesday night the place was not too busy; it mostly looked like regulars clustered near the bar. We selected a booth in a dark corner not far from the door, but across the room from the bar. The band was not too bad, not quite our taste in music, but good enough to dance to.

I had a couple of beers at the start of the evening, but cooled it after that since I had to drive home. Jolene maintained a steady pace and got tipsy, but never sloppy drunk. As the night wore on a few more couples drifted in and we were not alone on the dance floor, but the place never really filled up.

Around 11:00 the crowd started thinning out and the band played their last number. It was a weekday after all. So even though we didn't like the song too much, we still took the dance floor to get one more in.

When we sat down I noticed that my wife was sweating slightly, so I said smiling, "You look hot, why don't you undo that second button."

She looked down a her blouse and said "That sounds like a good idea."

I was a little surprised when she reached down and popped the button loose. Surprised, but happy. As we talked over the course of the next few minutes the blouse opened up a bit more at the top and showed off more of her upper chest and just a hint of cleavage. Now this particular blouse had six buttons, so having the top two undone did not expose much, but it was daring for my wife.

Jolene seemed so comfortable with the situation that I just had to see if I could push it further. "You really look sexy tonight." I said, blatantly buttering her up. "But do you know what would really be sexy?"

"No, what?"

"If you would just pop that third button." Now understand that the third one was just above the center clasp on her bra. If it was unbuttoned then her full cleavage would be on display as well as some of her bra.

"I don't think I should."

"Oh, come on. Nobody will know except for me. Pop it." I challenged. "You know you want to." I just threw that last part in to tease her since I didn't know if she wanted to or not.

"Now you're reading my mind." She giggled, but her hand moved towards the button. In my mind I was thinking 'Do it, do it'. When she reached the button there was a slight hesitation, and then she quickly undid it as if she might chicken out if she did it slowly.

My cock was hard in my pants and the blood pounded in my ears. I thought for sure everybody could hear it, but nobody paid any attention to us. Jolene just looked coyly at me and sipped her drink. Over the next few minutes nothing was said, but the blouse opened up considerably when she reached out and squeezed my hand. I don't know if she was trying to get it to open or if she just wanted the reassurance of my touch, but I loved it either way.

All of her cleavage was now exposed along with the top swells of her lovely tits. I could also see the tops of her white frilly bra peaking out. I told her she was a goddess. She laughed, but said she loved me too.

We were flirting like teens and I was really enjoying our game, but I wanted to take advantage of my wife's playful mood and see how far I could take it. "You're sure acting a little wicked tonight." I observed.

"Hmmmm, wicked can be fun." she replied with a sparkle in her eye.

"But if you really wanted to be wicked you would go into the ladies room, remove your bra, and put it on the table when you get back." I explained. "Keeping all three buttons on your blouse undone, of course." I had thrown down the gauntlet, now how would she respond?

"That would be wicked, but I don't think I could do it."

I was disappointed, but was not willing to give up just yet. "You underestimate yourself. I know you could do it, and I want you to. Be wicked tonight. You know you want to." It was a risk using the same gambit as before, but it HAD worked before, so I thought I had nothing to lose.

Jolene didn't say anything for a moment, she just sat there looking past me, deep in thought, but I couldn't read her face. Suddenly she downed the rest of her drink in one big gulp and stood up. Still remaining silent I watched as she walked across the floor towards the restrooms.

I sat there wondering if she would really do it or not. She was only gone for a couple of minutes, but they seemed to drag on for an eternity. Finally I saw the door to the ladies room open and my wife emerge. After she took a few steps I could tell by the way her tits were moving under the sheer blouse that she was indeed braless. Then I noticed that something was clenched in her left hand; it had to be her bra. She did it! She really did it!