Note: This story is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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I pulled up in front of the Calvert Hotel at 10:00 pm sharp.
I sat in front and waited. At 10:05 the doorman opened the front door. Roxanne stepped out. She stopped on the front steps and looked around. When she saw my car she smiled.
She ran down the front steps of the hotel. As she opened the front door and got in she said, "You really came."
I looked at her. "Of course I did. I told you I'd be here. Nothing would ever stop me from coming to get you."
Roxanne stared at me for a moment then she leaned over and kissed me. "Willie you're a wonderful man."
As I pulled away from the curb I glanced over a Roxanne. She was still staring at me. "Roxanne, is everything okay?"
She nodded. "Yes Willie, in fact everything is great." She paused. "Willie would you mind if we skipped Sammy's tonight? Maybe we could just stop and buy some beer on the way to my apartment."
I smiled at Roxanne. "I would think that would be very nice. I love being alone with you."
Roxanne just looked at me and sighed.
The liquor stores were closed so I stopped at an all night grocery and bought a twelve pack of Budwieser. I also picked up some tortilla chips, some queso, some guacamole and some salsa. I thought that a snack might be nice.
When we got to Roxanne's apartment she said, "I could use a shower."
I winked at her. "I would love to give you a bath."
Roxanne giggled. "Willie, I love it when you bathe me. You make me feel like a queen." She paused. "But not tonight, okay sweetheart."
I looked at Roxanne. There was something on her mind. I was also disappointed. I guess my face must have reflected that feeling.
Roxanne took my hand. "Come on loverboy, get your clothes off. Tonight we shower together."
We were both naked in seconds.
Roxanne ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Come on sweetheart, I can't wait to wash that little dick of yours."
When we finished our showers, we took turns drying each other off. When we were dry we both put on big fleecy sweatshirts and gym shorts. It was late at night. We wanted to be comfortable.
As soon as we were dressed I turned to Roxanne; "How about a beer and some tortilla chips."
She smiled. "That would be wonderful, let me help you."
I looked at Roxanne. We were obviously not playing our domination game tonight.
Roxanne poured us each a beer while I set the chips and dips on a tray. We carried everything into the living room and set it all on the coffee table. When everything was set, we sat down on the couch. I put my arm around Roxanne and she snuggled up next to me.
Roxanne laid her head against my chest and said, "Willie you were on my mind the entire time I was at work this evening. Honey, I can't think about anything but you. You're the sweetest man I've ever been with."
I kissed her forehead. "I thought about you all day to."
She looked at me, "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Willie you make me feel good. You're funny, you make me laugh. You treat me like a lady." She stopped. "I'm not talking about when we play our domination game. You treat me like a lady all the time; Willie that really means a lot to me."
I kissed her again. "You are a lady."
"See that's what I mean. You say nice things to me. You treat me like I'm smart. You teach me things." She stopped again. "I don't mean when you're tutoring me." She smiled, "Although you're really making algebra easy for me to understand." She tilted her head. "Willie you talk to me about the news and classical music. You listen to my opinions. You make me feel important."
"Roxanne you are important to me."
"I know. I can tell. That's the problem."
"Why is it a problem?"
"Because I'm starting to fall in love with you Willie."
We stared at each other for a moment. Finally I shook my head and said "Roxanne, that's not a problem." I swallowed hard. "Roxanne I'm falling in love with you to."
Roxanne didn't say anything. She just laid her head against my chest and hugged me. After a moment she said, "Willie I'm afraid."
"Why?"
"Willie, men have never been very nice to me." She laughed. "Well they have when they wanted to get into my panties, but that's usually the only time."
Roxanne sat up. She took a sip of beer and set her glass down again. "Willie I never knew my father. My mom got pregnant with me when she was seventeen. I don't think my dad was even around when I was born."
Roxanne obviously wanted to tell me her story. I sat back and listened.
"My grandparents wanted my mom to get an abortion. When she decided to have me, they threw her out of the house. My mom had to quit high school and get a job."
Roxanne took a deep breath. This was obviously a painful story.
"My mom tried really hard, but raising a child is a tough job for two parents. For one young woman who also has to support herself, it's an almost insurmountable task."
I smiled at Roxanne. "It must have been tough growing up."
"It was. By the time I started school my mom was working at two jobs. I spent most nights at home alone. My suppers were generally cereal and milk. Cartoons on television were my only company."
I held Roxanne's hand.
She looked at me and smiled. "You can imagine that school was difficult for me. My clothes weren't very nice and the school work was really hard." She shook her head. "Willie there was never anyone at home to help me with my homework. There was never anyone at home to tell me to do my homework."
Roxanne sighed. "The pressures of life got to my mother. She started drinking a lot. I imagine she was really lonely." Roxanne squeezed my hand. "Willie so was I."
I kept holding her hand as she continued.
"When I was twelve, my body started to blossom." Roxanne laughed. "By the time I was in the seventh grade I had big tits." She looked at me. "Willie, that's a dangerous thing for a young girl who's starved for attention." She stared at the floor. "By the time I was sixteen I was the school whore." She shook her head. "All the guys wanted to take me out, but none of them wanted me as a person. They just wanted my body."
Roxanne's voice got really quiet. "Willie the guy that took me to the prom got me drunk and brought me to a hotel room. My date and five of his buddies took turns fucking me all night. We never went to the dance." She looked at me. "How's that for an eighteen year old girl's Senior Prom memory."
Roxanne stopped and held up her hand. "Don't get me wrong. I learned to love sex during that time." She shook her head. "Willie it was the one thing I could do well. I was a bust in the classroom, but I was great in the back seat of a car. I had something that I could excel at and I did excel at it." She smiled at me. "I had a date every night of the week. I wasn't lonely anymore. I learned to love sex. I learned to love to fuck. I learned to love giving blow jobs." Roxanne giggled. "I still absolutely love all of that. I don't think I'll ever get tired of sex."
Roxanne took another sip of her beer. "After I graduated from high school I kept right on fucking and sucking. I was the secretary that was banging the boss. I was the cashier giving blow jobs in the stock room." She laughed. "All the guys loved playing with my tits, but none of them wanted to have a conversation with me."
She sighed. "I told you the other night that I've been married twice. One of the marriages only lasted three days, but we bought a license and had a ceremony so I think it counts. I cheated on both of those guys. Willie my second husband caught me cheating on him on our honeymoon." Roxanne shook her head. "The truth is that neither of those guys cared one bit about me. They both loved my big tits. They both thought I was sexy. They liked being seen with me. They both looked at me like I was a fancy sports car and nothing else."
Roxanne looked at the floor for a moment. "I turned thirty last year. I decided that I wanted to try to have a real relationship with a guy. That was when I decided to try to go back to school. I kind of figured that if I had a college degree, guys might think I was more than a bimbo."
Roxanne looked at me and smiled. "My plan worked."
"What do you mean?"
She giggled. "I met you didn't I?"
I laughed. "Roxanne, I don't think that I was much of a catch."
Roxanne looked at me. "Willie you were an amazing catch." She smiled. "Willie you are an amazing man."
"No Roxanne, I was that little squirt science nerd you ignored when you were in high school." I shook my head. "I was so shy that I couldn't even raise my hand to answer a question in class."
I laughed. "Do you know what I did during my senior prom?"
"No what?"
"I sat in my bedroom and watched television. I couldn't get a date. Three girls turned me down. The last one laughed at me when I asked her." I paused. "How's that for an eighteen year old boy's Senior Prom memory."
Roxanne hugged me. "Life sure can be mean can't it?"