Overnight Sensation

Desmond Child / Juan Croucier / Stephen E Pearcy: "You know what I'm tryin' to say. Let's put it this way. Scratch, scratch that itch."

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Phyllis and I, Travis McKinney, could easily be described as a normal couple as far as likes and dislikes. She has her hobbies and aspirations and mine are completely different. While I golf and write short stories, she does her craft making and is running for the at-large position on the city council. Unlike contests for state and national offices, which have budgets, running for a local seat is funded mostly by friends, family, and some shady characters looking for an advantage. She's pretty young compared to the old fogies currently taking bribes.

As with any couple we don't always agree and have different likes, dislikes, and pet peeves. As an example, I was bitten by a stray dog while playing Little League baseball as an eleven-year-old. To this day the hair on my neck rises when I hear a dog growling. So I don't like dogs but Phyllis does. Spiders and snakes don't bother me but wasps do. On the other hand, Phyllis hates spiders, snakes, and anything else that skitters around on the floor. Want to hear someone acting like the end of the world is happening? Lister to Phyllis if a mouse or a cockroach crosses her path. I'm supposed to do something. What, is never clear, just get rid of it. And no teasing about it!

We both love cats but don't have one. Our travel schedules for work make it too tough to care and feed them. Maybe somewhere down the road our work related travel will ease up. Who knows, maybe there's a family in our future, but not until this election is over for sure.

I work in accounting forensics, or following the money. My files are filled with information on some of life's cruelest perpetrators. They steal from those who can ill afford to be swindled. Phyllis does PR work for County General Hospital. She's been the face of their community outreach program.

Since we aren't tied down, we've been known to take trips to warm places with beaches. We tend to stay an all-inclusive resorts that include an open bar. They make that part of it work by giving you pathetic service. If you seem to be tipping the scales in your favor then plan on having your order slow-walked back to you. Nevertheless, I've gotten plastered more nights than not. It's a sticking point with Phyllis. My being zonked prevents her from having a good time. Whatever, I am there to escape the pressures of my job after all.

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To celebrate Phyllis's birthday we enjoyed a quiet dinner at an upscale restaurant, we passed on the after dinner treats and liquors to hurry home for some adult fun.

Sensing that our weeklong hiatus from sex might be over Phyllis praised me "Well I'm glad to see you're ready to get back in the saddle."

I encouraged Phyllis to take one of her Ecstasy pills to enhance tonight's activities. While in Mexico Phyllis always picks up some Ecstasy for her and some blue pills for me. Both really enhance our enjoyment. Since we hadn't had sex since returning home from our vacation last weekend, Phyllis had that twinkle in her eye and gave me a big smile.

I led Phyllis down the hall to our bedroom. Rose petals were scattered on the bed. A feather to tickle her with. She's very ticklish and has used our safe-word to get me to quit with the feather. She seems to derive pleasure from being rendered helpless. That's likely to change tonight.

Phyllis scanned to bedroom "Oh goody, looks like I'm going to get a treat tonight!"

"Well it is your birthday and I thought I do it up right. Do what you need to do in the bathroom, and take that pill. I'll be right back."

She literally skipped with excitement into the bathroom. I headed to the garage to get my bag of goodies. Phyllis was waiting for me spread eagle on the bed wearing nothing but a smile.

"Flip over" was said calmly.

"Be still my heart, something different tonight?" she giggled as she turned over onto her stomach.

I took the first plush lined handcuff and secured her hands to the side bedposts. I usually tie her hands to the middle of the headboard. Tonight her hands would be spread wide, as would her legs.

"Yeah, I read a story. We'll see how you like it."

With the second wrist secured I put the first ankle cuff on and then with a quick latch her other leg was pulled aside. Let the games begin.

"Somebody planning on doing me doggy style tonight?"

"I've got a couple of new devices tonight."

"What's our safe-word? Just in case I don't like whatever story you read."

Usually our safe-word is 'Kitten' or 'Rainbow' or something equally frilly.

As I slipped the ball gag over her head Phyllis started to squirm.

"What are you doing Travis?"

"Okay, your safe-word for tonight is 'Overnight Sensation'!"

Phyllis gasped and stiffened "NO, NO, NO!"

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Last weekend:

Phyllis and I had booked a four day three night getaway to Aruba. We arrived mid-afternoon on Thursday and I drank way too much passing out shortly after dinner. The following day I was out cold even before dinner. Boy did I feel like shit Saturday morning. No more drinking for me and I told Phyllis that too.

I was in the dog house. Apparently my getting drunk was ruining her vacation. To say Phyllis was pissed is an understatement. Instead of waiting for me she grabbed her tote bag and headed down to the beach without even a good-bye. I really didn't need to do much to get ready so a minute later I was out the door. The elevators aren't very efficient and I caught a glimpse of Phyllis in the jam-packed elevator as the doors closed. What I really saw was some guy who'd she'd been flirting with the first night give her a peck on the cheek and hand her an envelope. Rather than wait for the next elevator I walked down the flights of stairs to the main level.

Phyllis was walking slowly towards the beach exit reading a note. As she left the building she crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash can. As I reached the trash can I did a little dumpster diving. It would change my life.

'Phyllis, you have been an absolute 'Overnight Sensation' these last two nights. The sex was mind-blowing. Giving you so many orgasms made me feel like a king. Too bad he's not going to be drinking today or we could have drugged him again. I'll just have to wait to see you in Sacramento. Until we meet again, Vince.'

And the asshole even left his phone number. Well Vince buddy, I will do what it takes to give you a mind-blowing experience. One you'll never forget.

With my mind, stomach, and heart spinning I sat on one of the benches and fumed. That fucking bitch! Once my rage cooled to something less than 'raving maniac' I headed to the front desk. After a large outlay of cash, the assistant manager looked over the security footage and showed me exactly what Phyllis had been up to the previous two nights. He warned me that if I went to the police they wouldn't investigate. Nothing bad ever happens at their resort.

The first night started with Phyllis and me sitting around a large table with about ten people. I was downing the drinks and paying a little too much attention to one of the unaccompanied ladies. Phyllis, was not pleased and began paying attention to the guy by her side, Vince I assume. I was clearly drunk when Vince whispered something into her ear. She took my drink and handed it to him. A minute later Phyllis was encouraging me to drink up. Fifteen minutes later Phyllis and Vince were helping me into our room. Vince left six hours later in the early morning hours.

On day two, we were in beach chairs when Phyllis left to get us refills. She met up with Vince after getting our drinks. Fifteen minutes later Phyllis and Vince were helping me into our room. Vince's friend left about eight hours later.

The rest of our trip was very contentious. I wanted to kill her but that wasn't going to happen. I needed a plan before I did anything.

Sitting around airports, for our return flights, I had lots of time to dwell on an appropriate revenge. I smiled a devious smile when something crawled into my mind.

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Present night:

Now I don't mind an ex-wife taking a lover, but she wasn't my ex-wife yet. If you're going to fuck around, have the decency to get divorced first. After tonight I think she'll be filing for divorce. Just a guess.

When the ball-gag snapped into place there were no more understandable words from Phyllis. Lots of tears and unintelligible sounds. Reaching into my bag of goodies I pulled out the Uranus Silicone-Based Anal Sex Lubricant. This stuff is supposed to be good.

"Okay Phyllis, it's time for something different."

After stuffing a few pillows under Phyllis, to lift up her ass, panic set in. Phyllis was trying to break free as I jammed the ass-lube past her rosebud. Her thrashing about actually made it a bit more erotic. Even though she claimed to hate anal sex, her pussy was very wet. However, we weren't going to be having anal sex, or any sex for that matter. Don't want any STDs.

Phyllis turned her head but her furrowed brow and tears failed to move me. Time to implement my plan.

"Well Phyllis, you seem to be enjoying this but I've got an even bigger surprise for you for your birthday!"

Reaching into my shopping bag I pulled out a covered Mason jar with several cicadas and as many silverfish bugs in it. Making a big deal about it I showed the jar to Phyllis. The bugs were moving around haphazardly.

I continued "Since your soul is stuffed up your ass, I'm enlisting these little guys to clean the shit off of it."

Phyllis was gurgling something and thrashing about, testing the strength of her restraints. Might have even sounded something like 'overnight'.

My bullshit 101 lesson continued "Something you need to know about these bugs Phyllis. Once they're in a warm dark spot they burrow under your skin and start laying eggs. Only about ten eggs per day, but they hatch rather quickly. Of course I'm going to stuff about a dozen bugs up your ass so you do the math. That's a bunch of babies, every day until you manage to poop them out. You'll feel them moving around almost immediately. The eggs are hard to detect even by medical professionals."

Absolute terror had set in. I took one of the dark pillow cases off of a pillow and pulled it over Phyllis's head. Tough for her to see now. Going back to my bag of goodies I put the jar of insects back and grabbed a Mason jar with my little torture liquid in it.

Phyllis could hear the jar being opened, mostly because I did it close to her ear.

"Ewww, these guys are creepy" pretending to be working with the bugs.

The bugs were still safely in their jar. Instead, I dipped the anal beads into my jar of liquid gel. Ass-lube gel laced with prank itching powder. Some vague warning on the itching powder container about avoiding contact with just about every part of your body. Don't have the time nor the desire to read it.

"Wait! Let's sing! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear slut wife, happy birthday to you! Here's your first present" as I plunged the anal bead into Phyllis's ass.

Giddy-up as she was jerking around just like a bucking bronco. With every imaginary bug I'd give a 'eww' or a 'yuck'. One time I was just plain mean. 'Oops, one trying to escape. Back in you go buddy.'

Plunge after plunge of the anal beads into her ass as I pretended to stuff a dozen bugs in. Each plunge had another dose of itching powder laced gel. After I was finished I pulled yet another Mason jar from my bag. This one was empty.

"All done" as I removed the pillow cover from Phyllis's head and displayed the empty Mason jar.

She was trying her best to break free. If this wasn't mean enough I grabbed the feather and ran it up and down her feet and underarms for a few minutes. I should be filming this. Phyllis was doing a fantastic job of squeezing her butt cheeks together. A little feather action on her rosebud and I think I just pushed her over the top. I've never seen such a hate=filled tear-stained look in my life. Oh well. You just never know how your spouse is going to react when they find out you've been cheating.

"I'm going to go grab a beer. Back in a bit."

In fact I did grab a beer then took the jar of bugs outside and released them back into the wild. I'd gotten a little of the itching power on my hand and I've got to say that that crap works. Even after some serious scrubbing I was still itching my hand. Hand lotion seemed to help, if only just a bit.

After about thirty minutes I figured that Phyllis was about to go insane. The next part of my plan was likely going to get me battered and bruised.

What the hell, I did another bout of using the feather. Protecting myself I slowly released the restraining straps from Phyllis's ankles. Then, kneeling on her right hand I released that strap but didn't release her hand. Reaching over I released her left hand and then I leapt from the bed. Phyllis ripped to ball gag off as her other hand started poking away at her asshole.

"YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" as she beat me with the ball gag.

For about a minute I let her bite, kick, scratch, and flail on me. I deflected her attempts to damage my balls. Her itchy butt needed some attention so she paused to scratch away. With both of her hands busy trying to get imaginary bugs out of her ass I bear-hugged her and began the journey towards the front door. She was kicking my shins and gouging me with her nails.

I could have easily injured her by tossing her down hard on the cement, but I wanted it to look like I was the innocent victim, so I pushed her away from me and jumped back into the house. Locking the door left Phyllis out with the moths and mosquitoes, naked as the day she was born. Ranting and raving I might add. Quite loudly too. All captured on my phone, including her death threats.

Time to call for help.

"Nine one one. What's your emergency?"

"My wife took some kind of pill and now she's threatening to kill me. I'm bleeding a little but I was able to push her out of the house. She's talking crazy about bugs and babies and how I'm responsible. Please send over the paramedics because she's completely lost it."

After confirming my address I was told that officers and paramedics were responding.

Looking out the window I saw Phyllis scooting along the grass, kind of like a dog does when its butt itches. She was still screaming profanities and making no bones about how I was going to die. She was scratching her arms and legs now too. Several of our neighbors were enjoying the show.

The red and blue lights bounced off of the houses in the neighborhood, drawing out the deaf neighbors. All were getting a good look at Phyllis in all her glory. When she wouldn't stay still, as ordered by the officers, they Tasered her.

Once immobilized, they slapped the cuffs on. Of course that prevented Phyllis from scratching her itch. The paramedics were told not to sedate her as they didn't know what kind of hallucinogenic Phyllis had taken.

Strapped to a gurney, with her hands and feet restrained, Phyllis was telling them all about her ordeal.

"My husband tied me up and stuffed bugs up my ass and they're having babies. They're crawling around! I can feel them. GET THEM OUT! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

The responders just rolled their eyes as they've probably seen nutcases worse than this. Off went Phyllis with the paramedics headed for County General Hospital.

As part of giving my statement the cops took pictures of my injuries. I told them of a night of sexual activity and how Phyllis had taken Ecstasy to enhance her arousal. Then she started talking crazy shit and got violent. Told them she buys the pills in Mexico.

Hook, line, and sinker. They left me to tend to my own injuries. Said they were required to arrest her for domestic violence. Withholding my consent makes no difference. Woo-hoo, an added bonus. Add to that, she was also being charged with resisting arrest. Toss in possession of a controlled substance and smuggling it into the county. Those last two are felonies. I had no idea. Shit she'd been breaking the law for several years now.

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Wearing far more bandages than were called for, I drove down to County General to play the part of the curious and supportive husband. My hand still itched as I disposed of the goody bag of Mason jars, anal beads, and itching powder in the trash container by the hospital entrance.

Emergency rooms being what they are, they don't bend over backwards for a drug overdose nutcase. She was far down the triage tree. They'd drawn some blood trying to identify the drugs involved. She was still restrained. Whatever they'd administered in the IV had calmed her down. Well, at least until she saw me. Yeah, that earned her a bigger dose of chill-out. When they wheeled her out I was told they were going to do a CT scan to prove once and for all that she was not infested with bugs. I acted concerned.

It was probably close to midnight before the attending physician gave me an update.

"Mr. McKinney, as best we can tell your wife took Ecstasy. We've never really seen a reaction like this. When the enema produced no foreign objects we did a CT scan which showed absolutely nothing unexpected in her colon or rectum. She's scratched herself pretty severely back there. Every time we release a hand she immediately starts scratching herself again, so we still have her restrained. Even after showing her the results she's convinced that she can still feel bugs crawling around and having babies. We'll be keeping her overnight for observation. She's presently sedated and hopefully when the Ecstasy wears off she'll be back to normal."

"Is she still threatening to kill me? As you might expect, that is more than a little bothersome for me."

"Yes, we've made notes in her charts. Like I said, we've never seen a reaction to Ecstasy like this. I'm sorry."

I shrugged my shoulders, went back into her room, and kissed her sleeping forehead. All for show. Cheating bitch!

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Normally city council candidates don't get much press coverage, but they did take a shine to this ongoing circus. Somebody must have called that anonymous tip line before going to the hospital.

'City Council candidate charged with domestic violence and resisting arrest. Possible illegal drug overdose involved. Held overnight for psychiatric evaluation.'

With the evidence from the paramedics, the hospital, and my video it was a slam-dunk to get a restraining order keeping Phyllis five hundred feet away from me. I held off on filing for divorce, waiting to see how things played out. Wild guess is that she'll start the proceedings.

Phyllis's parents visited her the next morning and the ranting, raving, and death threats hadn't abated. I told them about the restraining order and her arrest. They understood and said she was still handcuffed to her bed.

Normally overdose victims would be released the next day, but with Phyllis's wild story about bugs and babies and constantly wanting to scratch her itch, they kept her two more nights. Guess it took that long for the itching mixture to be pooped away.

Phyllis appeared before a judge. Bail was set high due to the drug smuggling charges. But, she was bailed out by her parents. To nobody's surprise, I was served with divorce papers the following day.

Of course, the press didn't have anything better to do so they tried to get a statement out of me. Naturally I wore way too many bandages.

"Mr. Travis, can you tell us about the events leading up to your wife's arrest?"

"Well Phyllis enjoys a little bondage and after we had anal sex I started tickling her with a feather. Out of nowhere she turned into a raving maniac. Once I released her she went wild biting and hitting me. I asked them not to charge her with domestic violence, but apparently that's not up to me. No more questions."