New Rules
Liz and I have had an on and off relationship for the last few of years. We get together, she moves in, and then a while later I find she is cheating on me. I kick her out. She pesters me till I take her back, she is contrite, swears it will never happen again. I kind of believe her, and truth be told, I want her back.
Then it happens again. Over the past 4 years she moved in four times, and I kicked her out four times.
But I still want her back, nobody ever did for me what she did for me. Finally, last week, I let her back into my life for a fifth time. I was reconciled to the fact that she would never be true to me, no matter how often she said she loved me and nobody else.
I lay out new rules.
BEFORE you fuck somebody, you have to find me and ask permission. If I think the person is unsafe, abusive, or even just disrespectful I can say NO, and you have to live with it.
He has to use a condom.
He has to make you cum.
He cannot hurt you.
He has to be OK, with me watching to ensure he follows the rules.
Liz was not too happy about Rule 1. She likes spontaneity. She liked the thrill of finding a guy and taking him out back and fucking him silly. Rule 2 she said made sense, not something she had ever concerned herself with in the past, but she figured she could make it work, even though she was not a fan of condoms. Rule 3 made her smile, Yes, Yes, Yes absolutely Rule 3 is good. Rule 4, Yeah, she said, I like that rule. Rule 5, she looked at me differently, "I didn't know you had this kink. I could have gotten you into it years ago."
"No, I don't really want to watch you. I just want to ensure you are safe, and not hurt. I love you and don't want to share you, but I realize, after our on-and-off relationship, that you are not in control. This is putting a minimum level of control on the situation."
So, tonight is the first test of the rules. She does not know it, but I know it. I will take her to the Cock and Arrow Pub. It is a meat market, half the people there are looking to get laid. The probability that someone will catch her eye is very high.
"Dress sexy tonight, within reason, because we are going to the pub."
She sorts through her wardrobe, and settles on a tight white dress with a short mini skirt and her red bra and thong set. I veto the bra and panties and insist on a white pushup bra and conservative white panties. She sulks a bit then puts them on. The pushup bra makes her 32C look like a 32D. Finally, she picks a pair of black medium lift heels. They boost her 5 foot 5 to about 5 foot 7. She might have chosen her 4-inch fuck me stilettos, and I would have been OK with them. Forcing the more conservative underwear has tempered her choice. She looks stunning.
I choose a rather macho pants and shirt. She straightens my collar and smiles, "You are looking quite handsome tonight. The girls are going to love you." This is not for the girls.
It is about a 40-minute drive and we arrive while there is still space in the pub parking lot.
It is no coincidence that I have left a cricket bat in the back seat. She doesn't notice it; she is already getting horny thinking about all the hot guys she is likely to meet.
We do a survey of the rooms, get our first drinks and wander about. There is a games room at the back and a couple of pool tables. Liz fancies herself as a pool shark. She is not bad, but not a challenge for a really good player. If there is sex on the menu she will deliberately lose. There are a couple of good-looking guys at the back table, she watched them finish their game, then asks if she can join them for the next game. I take the little booth next to the table, and sit down to watch. Liz looks over at me and asks "Don't you want to play?"
"Not now, maybe later." I am an average player, though generally Liz wants me to win, because the sex is better when she thinks I am dominant.
First game, she runs the table. She finishes her drink and I get us both another. Second game is not as good, but she still wins. The guys pack it in, and a couple of sharks take their place. They had been quietly critiquing the last half of her game standing next to the booth. I doubt they knew I was listening. They also commented on how sexy she was and how they would like to get in her pants. Then the opportunity came and they took over as her challengers.
They bought her the next two rounds, and I can see she is losing her edge to the alcohol. They on the other hand are drinking soft drinks like I am. Liz is the game and they are the hunters. Just the sort of situation that she loves. The question is, will she remember the new rules or will she just slip away to fuck them? If she does I will not interfere, though I may watch to see that she is safe.
I watch as they take every opportunity to touch her, pat her bum as she passes, brush the hair out of her eyes. They were getting pretty familiar with her, and I could see her nipples getting rigid, and when she bends over to take a shot, as small wet spot on her panties. She is loving it, and it looks like she has forgotten me.
They let her win a couple of games. I notice the taller one slide up beside her when she is about to take a shot. He lifts her skirt and runs his finger along the bottom of her panties. She pushes back against his hand. They are getting ready to try to close the deal. She takes her shot and misses. They take their shots, and then she is around my side of the table, and the shorter guy slides his finger under her panties while she is bent over. She wiggles her bum, his finger slides inside and she misses her shot. He removes his hand and sucks on the finger.
They take their shots and she is around the other side of the table, when the tall guy whispers something in her ear while groping her bum. She whispers back, and he looks puzzled. She walks around and slides into the booth next to me.
"He wants to fuck me."
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"And his friend? Looks to me like they come as a pair."
"Kinda, maybe."
"OK, lets tell them the rules."
We get up, and Liz follows me. Both of them take a firm grip on their pool cues. They are on the edge of fight or flight. Boyfriends at this point are usually trouble.
"What are your names?"
Liz jumps in, "No names, I don't want to know." OK, I have learned something about her kink.
I point to the tall guy "OK, you are tall guy." I point to the shorter guy "You are short guy."
I point at tall guy, "She says you want to fuck her."
Tall guy responds. "Look, we did not realize you were with her. Its OK, we'll find someone else."
"Rules: 1, you have to use a condom."
"Uh, OK?"
"Rule 2, you've got to make her cum. Fail that and I get to beat you with a cricket bat."
A bit of hesitation. "OK, is that going to be a challenge?"
"Not if you do as she says, and remember to finish her needs if you cum first. Rule 3: No pain, you hurt her, I hurt you, more, much more. If she says stop, or no, then you do as you're told."
More hesitation. "OK?" Tall guy is starting to wonder if she is worth the trouble, but no deal breakers yet. She is beaming. Short guy is rubbing her bum. He sees me notice and pulls his hand away.
