Just a quick story in the 'our-hero-is-a-military-guy' genre. I'm not exactly breaking new ground here and there's next to nothing in terms of character development but I had fun writing it.
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JUST ACCEPT IT, SHE SAID
No, I said.
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HENRY
"Please don't do this, Laura."
My wife of 7 years was in the process of getting ready to go out. On a date. With another man.
"Henry, we've been over this. I'm going. He wants me and I want him. You may as well just accept it."
"Is he worth getting divorced over?"
Laura stopped putting her makeup on and turned toward me.
"You know you won't divorce me. You know that if you divorce me all that will happen is that I'll get the house and the kids, and you'll have to pay me alimony and child support. I'll make it next to impossible for you to see the girls, and you'll just be paying me to have sex with other men anyway but won't be getting any yourself."
She went back to applying her makeup.
I was stunned that this was the same woman I had dated for a year and been married to for the past seven. She had been nothing but loving, deferential, and supportive that entire time. Now it seems it was just an act. She was good.
"How would your mother feel about what you're doing?"
"Henry, you're so naΓ―ve and trusting. This was her idea. I've been raised with this goal in mind. The woman is supposed to have the power in a marriage. We're not as physically strong as men are so we need to assert our dominance in other ways. Mom did the same thing to dad when I was little. He eventually came to accept his place and you will, too. Oh sure, it'll be hard, and your fragile male ego will probably put up a fight, but in the end you'll realize your best decision is to just go along."
She finished up her makeup and checked her hair. Laura was definitely a beautiful woman. She was Armenian, with dark skin and long, straight black hair. She did have a bit of a nose on her that she says had given her some trouble when she was younger, but she had grown into it and it now combined with her deep brown eyes to give her an exotic, sultry appearance. I had really felt I struck gold when we got married. As I watched her she rather suddenly slid her hands up her skirt and pulled her thong off and tossed it on the floor.
"I decided that's just gonna get in the way. I want him to have access to my pussy all night long."
"Laura, if you do this, I won't be here when you get back."
She again looked at me like I was an idiot.
"Honey, I'm sorry you're having a hard time with this. Despite what you might think, I really do love you. I chose to marry you because of how I felt about you and because you're a better man and father than any other man could hope to be. Other men aren't anything to me but physical pleasure. I just need more than any one man can provide. But if you stop giving me such a hard time about this, I'll reward you when I get home."
Did she think that was some kind of incentive? Her tone of voice certainly sounded serious. She continued.
"I should warn you before that happens, though; I know you've always liked me nice and furry down there, but he likes a girl smooth so I shaved it all off."
The hits just kept coming. "You have got to be kidding me! So, some guy wants you to shave, and what he wants gets preference over what your own husband wants? And I'm supposed to be okay with this?"
"Maybe not okay with it, but accepting of it, as you would be for anything you can't change. And if you get me off real good I'll give you a really nice blow job. I won't be able to fuck you anymore. He wants my pussy to be only for him. But I'll take care of you in other ways."
Not that there was any chance this was going to be okay, but that was certainly the proverbial last straw.
"Why don't you just leave me and go be with him?"
She laughed like that was the most ridiculous suggestion in the world.
"I told you, Henry, that no one man can take care of all my sexual needs. Besides, he only makes about $25,000 a year. He's just a nobody at a warehouse. But he has a big dick and the girls I know he's been with say he knows how to use it. No, we need your income to keep me in the lifestyle your kids and I deserve. So how do I look?"
I noticed she never once mentioned that she loved me as a reason.
"Like a slut."
She laughed at that. "You're just trying to be mean, but that's exactly what I was going for."
She picked up her pocketbook and slid her ID, a spare lipstick, and her emergency money inside and headed for the front door. Before leaving she came over to me and tried to kiss me. I turned my head so all she got was my cheek, and even at that I wretched just a little bit.
"Henry, I know this will be hard at first. It's not what you were expecting your life to be and it will take some getting used to. But you'll learn to appreciate the lack of responsibility this will mean for you. Eventually you'll be okay, I just know it. After all, you were some kind of soldier so you're used to following orders, right? It'll all work out. Now I've gotta run."
And with that she was gone.
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It was only about 7:00pm so I had a little time to kill. Some kind of soldier? I didn't talk about my time in the army very much, it was true, and she never asked about it, so I guess that was all she could be expected to think. She would soon find out that being in the army was much more than 'being a soldier'.
At about 7:30 I did make that call to her mom. Though I knew more than either of them thought I did, I approached Margaret like I had been completely blind-sided by this evening's events.
I explained the conversation Laura and I had. I knew that Laura's dad was seriously whipped but before this all started I hadn't realized the true extent of it. She explained it much like Laura did.
"Oh Henry, I know this will be tough to accept. You just have to understand that women are the natural choice to be in charge, and we have to use whatever means are at our disposal to gain that advantage. And the fact is that, despite what you might believe based on messages in popular culture, women need far more sex than men and can do it longer and better. We have to have more than one lover, and we need other men to serve in particular roles."
I was having a tough time not laughing hysterically as she outlined her philosophy.
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Of course. Like my husband, Gary, your primary role is financial support and child rearing; do it well and you're rewarded accordingly with access to our bodies."
"Laura tells me that her pussy is for her lover only."
"Don't worry about that; it's only temporary. It has to be done at the beginning, to give you something to aspire to. Once you get more accepting of your role you'll get more opportunity to please her in those ways. Actually, she'll need you to. Since you're her husband and societal norms dictate that you be the one she lives with, she'll need you to help her remain clear-headed so she can properly run the family. Does this all make sense?"
"You know, Margaret, you've done a wonderful job of explaining it. It does make perfect sense."
"I'm delighted that I could help clarify things for you. I know this seems harsh and such a big change, but it won't take long for you to get into a rhythm and come to even enjoy the part you play."
"I'm sure you're right. Do please make sure the girls are in bed by 9:00, though."
"Of course, Henry; I'm happy to respect your wishes in that regard. We women are not unreasonable. And feel free to call me if you have any more questions. Perhaps I can answer them a little more clearly than Laura can."
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Margaret's complicity in this thing would not go without consequences. She would not be physically harmed in any way, but I believed the means by which she would suffer would actually be more painful for her.
You see, I was more than aware of what Laura's was planning to do. Laura was actually the one that had been too trusting. She assumed I would just go along with things on a day to day basis and that she had me fooled. But there were things in her behavior that suggested things were changing. And so I contacted several of my brothers in arms to help me out by simply doing what they did best.
Allen was the smartest of us all. He had been involved with the Intelligence units while we were overseas and had learned most everything there was to know about surveillance and electronic security. He had tapped our phones and bugged Laura's car, purse, and cell phone. He had plenty of audio of her speaking with her mother, her friends, and her lover about what they were planning. I suspected some of her friends had plans to pull the same crap, depending on how Laura's attempt went.
David had also worked within Intelligence, but he was more of a peon that Allen was. David was one of the guys that had forged documents for various agents overseas. In civilian life he didn't do it anymore, but retained the knowledge to do so as it was needed. And it was needed. David was also one of the best computer hackers there is.
One of my commanders overseas, Mark, was now an executive in a company that did quite a bit of business overseas, and this gave him access to the company's private jet. He could use it as he felt necessary and had little in terms of reporting requirements.