Thank you for the all the comments on my previous submissions. I really enjoy being called gay, fag, sissy, wimp, and especially the more creative names like "dickless panty wearing piece of pig shit" -- it turns me on. I promise I will write one new story for every such remark -- so keep them coming so I can stay busy!!
Chapter 2 -- Bad Influence
"Hey baby," I greeted Lexi after coming home from work the following Friday.
"Hey," she said, blankly, from the sofa where she was laying, watching T.V.
"Wow," I absently commented as I walked past the sofa and noticed what she was wearing.
Lexi was lounging around in nothing but a pair of lacy boy shorts and a bra. All week long, ever since the night with the Euro-trash, she'd been roaming the house in various stages of undress. Monday I'd found her topless in only a pair of panties, Tuesday it was a sexy baby doll gown with thigh-high's and a thong, Wednesday it was a corset with a thong, Thursday she hadn't bothered to wear any clothes at all!
Because of that, I'd had a perpetual hard-on all week. That wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that she barely let me touch her, and then, only platonically. I'd been jacking off several times a night just to the sight of her!
It wasn't like her at all. She usually wore baggy sweat pants and T-shirts at home. She never tried to look sexy. I was a little worried about the change. I liked it a lot, as any man would, but I was not dumb enough to believe the change was made for my pleasure. I hoped the only purpose of it was to tease me in a 'look-what-you-have-at-home-why-would-you-look-elsewhere' sort of way. But I feared worse things.
"Did you go to work to day?" I asked.
"No. I'm not ready," Lexi sighed. She'd used up her sick days all week long just to avoid having to be in the same office with Michelle.
"I understand," I knew was the only response that wouldn't get me chewed out.
But truthfully, I didn't really understand, at least not fully. I got the part about how hard it was to have to see the person your spouse cheated with, everyday, AND to have to be nice to them for the sake of professionalism. If I had to spend five minutes with the clowns who she'd let fuck her the previous weekend, I'd go mad. But it'd been three weeks since Lexi had found out about the affair, and she'd gone to work and coped with it up until this week. I feared she was regressing in her efforts to move forward.
"You wanna go see a movie or something tonight? You can pick," I offered as I loosened my tie.
"I don't think so. But maybe we can go back to the pool hall!" she said, with exaggerated sarcasm and an evil grin.
I shook my head. "The way I feel right now, I don't think I ever want to set foot in that place."
"Awww, did I ruin it for you?" Lexi said, without an ounce of genuine sympathy.
I ignored that cheap shot. "So, what then...you wanna do anything tonight?" I asked, hopefully.
"Not with you," she said, coldly. "I'm going upstairs for a while."
"I love you, Lexi," I blurted out, desperately.
"Then go fall off a building or something," my wife remarked as she passed me by to go upstairs. She was being unusually cold towards me that night.
For the most part we'd been getting along that week. There was no talk about apologies, forgiveness, our relationship, or anything like that - she'd have no part in it. It was ironic because usually she always wanted to talk about her feelings and our relationship but I never did. Now the shoe was on the other foot. But she was almost normal when making casual conversation about things like my job, friends, family, movies, etc. She even occasionally smiled.
But her mood swings were fierce. One minute she was fine, the next she'd grow cold, sometimes down right mean. If I didn't know better I'd swear she'd become bipolar; it was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. I was walking on eggshells around her.
I took a quick shower, rubbed one out to a mental Polaroid of my wife in her underwear, then changed into some more comfortable clothes before going to relax in the basement. I grabbed the cordless phone on my way down in case I decided to call up some friends to hang out. I needed to do something to distract me from my marital depression.
The phone rang and I answered.
"Hey asshole, put Lexi on the phone," a female voice greeted me.
"Nice to hear your voice too, Maria," I said, sarcastically.
"I bet you're soooo disappointed that it isn't your lover, Michelle, on the phone."
"No. I'm only disappointed to know that you still have a pulse," I sighed.
"Probably as disappointed as I am to know that you're still married to a woman who's out of your league," Maria replied. "I always knew you were a piece of shit, Tony. I told her this would happen. I hope your dick falls off!"
"And I hope you die from whatever your latest venereal disease is, you train-wreck whore." I tossed the phone down on the sofa bed and began walking upstairs to inform Lexi that her man-hating, hooker best friend was on the phone.
Lexi had known Maria since college, and they were thick as thieves. I never understood the friendship. They were night and day opposites. Lexi was hard working, well to do, and a loving wife...until I screwed the last part up. Maria was a foul mouthed, high priced, Chicago call girl, who was married to a man who was more of a pimp than a husband, even though I was pretty sure she was a lesbian.
Since they lived in different cities and stayed busy in their own lives, the Friday phone call to catch up with each other's lives was a weekly ritual for the girls. And whenever I was unlucky enough to pick up the phone, Maria and I always ripped into each other -- that was OUR ritual.
Maria had never liked me from the moment I met her. I didn't know why and never really cared because the feeling was mutual. I saw her as a divisive, manipulative, bitch. But Lexi saw her as a true friend and confidant. My wife and I had to agree to disagree on that point.
Lexi was good at ignoring both of our advice to rid the other from her life. But I'd been a little worried about Maria's phone calls lately, now that my affair had given Maria some ammo to snipe me with.
"Baby," I tapped on the bedroom door just before opening it, "Satan is on the pho..." I stopped dead in my tracks. My wife was screwing herself with an enormous dildo!
"Don't you knock!" Lexi shot up so fast she hit her head on the headboard. Her tight pussy made a suction cup-like popping sound as the air released when she hurriedly removed the oversized dildo from her cunt. She'd pulled it out so fast that she lost her grip on the pussy-juice drenched toy and it bounced right off the end of the bed and landed at my feet.
"I...did knock," I said, amazed, staring down at her toy, wondering what the need was for something so large.
When I bent over and picked it up off the floor, it didn't seem as big as I'd originally thought, maybe 9 inches, but still big in my book. My 7 inches was all she'd had for the last eight years before last Saturday night, at least as far as I knew.
I thought I heard someone faintly moaning behind me, so I turned my head around. Displayed on our 37-inch plasma TV was a busty, young, Hispanic looking girl getting the shit fucked out of her by two guys!
"Is that what you're into now?" I said, worried. Masturbation and porn, two things I had never known to be of any interest to Lexi. "Who are you?"
"I am not EVEN going to have this conversation with you right now," she said, angrily. "And anyway, this is YOUR movie!"
"Uh..." was all that came out. I hadn't realized it at first, but it WAS mine. Lexi had found my porn stash.
"What do you want?" Lexi said, irritably.
"The mother of all whores is on the phone for your weekly bitch-about-men session," I informed her as I made a quick exit from the room.
"Shit!" I pounded my fist against the railing as I made my way back downstairs.
Was that why she was so cold today, because of the porn she found? Was this going to be another thing for her to be mad about? But could she really be mad if she was getting herself off to it?
My reaction to it hadn't been all that great either. It bothered me that she was getting off to a tag-teamed slut in a movie like that, even though I got off to the same movie. And that made me feel like a hypocrite. In that sense, it was no different than my reaction to her tryst with the two clowns from the pool hall. I was bitter and jealous over it but my dick was rock hard. It's ok for me to enjoy it but not for her? I knew it was an unfair double standard, but I still couldn't help feeling upset by it.
Back in the basement, I plopped down on the sofa bed and buried my face in the pillow. I was prepared to spend the rest of the night in self-loathing. Then I heard a voice.
It was Maria and Lexi talking on the phone. I still hadn't hung the phone up! I quickly snatched the cordless and put it to my ear.
"Girl, all men have a stash of porn somewhere. I see it as a blessing. The more they jack-off, the less we have to fuck them," Maria remarked.
"I've known about it for a long time now," Lexi said. "Remember when I told you how I found it when I was cleaning that one day? It didn't bother me because we were having a lot of sex back then. I just never thought I'd want to watch one."
"And the bastard had the nerve to try and make you feel guilty about it? What a hypocrite."
"Maria, I've been watching them all week. It's some really hardcore stuff. Do you think that's why he cheated with Michelle? Because she's kinkier than me?"
"He cheated because he's a loser, like I always told you he was."
