Note: This story is the twelfth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous eleven 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.
Julie fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. She was true to her word, she did sleep naked. I had to admit that she really had an incredible body.
I threw a blanket over her and went back into the living room. I looked at my watch. It was just 10:00 pm.
I decided that it was still early enough to call Sandra. I was really nervous about doing this, but I knew that I wanted to do it Even more, I knew that I had to do it.
I pushed Sandra's number on my speed dial. It started ringing. I decided to let it ring 8 times. On the 7th ring I was just getting ready to hang up when Sandra picked up the telephone.
"Stevie is that really you? I couldn't believe it when I saw your name on my caller id."
"It's really me Sandra."
"Is everything okay? Are you alright? I was really worried about you last night."
"No I'm fine, in fact I had a really good day today, but that's not why I called. Sandra, I want to talk to you."
"I want to talk to you to baby, but..."
"But what Sandra?."
"Oh Stevie. Why do I keep doing this to you. I hate myself."
"What, what's the matter?"
"Stevie, I'm so sorry. What's wrong with me? Honey, you kind of called me at a bad time. I'm with a guy right now. I'm right in the middle of giving him a blow job. That's why it took me so long to pick up the telephone. Baby he's getting kind of impatient. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Yes, Sandra. You can call me tomorrow. Hey Sandra, its okay. I understand. Give him a good one baby."
"What? What did you just say Stevie?"
"Nothing Sandra, Don't worry. Call me in the morning."
As I hung up the telephone and sat down on my sofa, I thought to myself, what a day.
I sat quietly on the couch and thought about the events of the day. I became a millionaire this afternoon. By all rights, that should have been the thrill of my life, but it wasn't. In fact it paled in comparison to the thrill I felt when I thought about the possibility of getting back together with Sandra.
Nothing would make me happier than figuring out a way to make a marriage with Sandra work. I couldn't wait to talk to her tomorrow.
For a moment I wondered if I should tell her about the money. I had this sudden fear that it might influence her feelings about me? If we got married, I would want to know that it was me that she was marrying and not the four million dollars.
I shook my head. Sandra had already demonstrated that she cared about me. I laughed to myself. I was being silly. Money wasn't Sandra's vice, big cocks were her vice.
It was 10:30. I decided to watch Letterman. I was just getting up to turn on the television when my telephone rang.
I picked it up.
"Stevie, its Sandra. Is it too late to call."
