The Contractors Pt 02

PART 2

As I drove toward home, she was mad and silent except for the occasional sniffle. When we were about five minutes from our house I ventured a comment. "You look incredible tonight," I said, "you can't blame him. He's only human."

"I don't blame him," she said. "I blame YOU. You sent me up there alone with him. You're trying to get me to cheat on you... It's... It's sick! How am I supposed to take that? He pulled my body against his and started kissing me, and all of a sudden I thought: my husband wants this! The wrongness of it just hit me."

"I thought he might try something," I said. "You're gorgeous and he'd be crazy not to want you. I wasn't thinking you'd feel pressure to do anything that you didn't want to do! I figured you'd shoot down his advance and we could talk about it tonight. I thought maybe we could use the thought of it as... You know... Fuel."

"But Jay, I'm only human. He's gorgeous and easy-going and he smells like soap. You don't seem to understand that I might actually do it!"

I laughed. "I want you to!" I said.

"WHY?"

"I don't know!" I said. "Maybe you're right, maybe I'm sick. I just have this idea of how our marriage could work. You already control the finances, and I do all the housework and chores and stuff, and all to your specifications. I mean you determine how we'll spend our time and everything. You're the boss, and I love it that way. It's perfect. Remember last summer when I was trying to get you to spank me? I read all those articles about FLR and domestic discipline and it just seemed so incredibly hot. This is like that. It would be a way to cement your position over me as my leader. You're a powerful woman and I just want to serve you."

"Well I don't like the idea of you becoming some kind of subservient little sissy. You're my husband, I want you to be a strong assertive man," Beth said.

"That's the kind of man you want? Strong and assertive?"

"I want you," she said. "But if we're talking about sex, yes, I'm the one who wants to be submissive. I want to be swept up in strong arms and thrown down and fucked."

"I want that for you!" I said. I felt like she was describing Anthony, but I didn't want to point that out. "You can have everything we've already got, the love, the support, and our current sexual relationship which, let's face it, is already pretty one-sided--I serve you sexually if you think about it--you can have all that and the excitement of a strong assertive lover too. You can have it all!"

I pulled into our driveway and parked the car but neither of us got out. We just sat there in silence for a moment. Finally she said, "You forgot to do my laundry today."

"Oh yeah," I said. "We went shopping and it must've slipped my mind."

"I want you to do it tonight," she said.

"Honey, it's almost 11."

She gave me a sharp look.

"Of course hon, I'll get it started right away."

I felt a wave of joy down to my bones.

We got out of the car and went into the house and up to the bedroom. She watched as I pulled my pants and underwear off. I used my soiled boxers to clean up my upper thigh and cock. Beth watched, confused. "I uh, had a little accident while you were up in Anthony's apartment."

She giggled. I put on sweatpants and collected all the dirty clothes from her hamper and put them in the laundry basket. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me with a little smile on her face. "Don't come back in here until they're completely done and folded."

"Okay," I said. That meant she wanted some alone time--certainly a good sign.

I went downstairs and separated out her lights and darks. I found a pair of her undies that were quite fragrant, and I tried to remember if they were the ones she'd been wearing on the day I was out of town and she was alone with Anthony.

She'd certainly been aroused when she was wearing them, I recognized her smell. I was getting chubby again, so I stopped. I had to keep my perspective. She'd shot my idea down, after all.

I got the first load going and went out to the living room and turned on the TV. I put a hockey match on and tried to clear my mind of any sexual thought, but I kept wondering why she'd told me not to come back into the bedroom until the laundry was done.

I figured she'd be masturbating up there, but maybe she was just annoyed with me and wanted to be alone. After I got the second load in and had the first load in the dryer, I decided to investigate. I very quietly crept up the stairs.

I was at the top of the stairs when I heard the unmistakable sounds of Beth's Hitachi Magic Wand. The thing was very loud, a vibrator that plugged into the wall.

I went a little further toward the bedroom and I could hear Beth panting in there. "Oh, oh, ooh!" She was saying. Then I heard something that nearly made my head explode: "Oh Anthony yes, fuck me harder!" she said.

I quietly went down the stairs and back to the hockey game. I was hard again, but determined not to jack off. She would come to embrace her new sexual freedom in her own time, I didn't want to push. I was afraid if I did the wrong thing, she would shut the door on ever making me her cuckold.

I had the second load in the dryer and the delicates in the wash, and I was folding the first load in the living room when Beth came down the stairs.

She was completely naked and she carried one of my leather belts. Her cheeks were red and her nipples looked rock hard. "Alright," she said, "if I'm the boss around here, I guess keeping you in line comes with the job. You did something slimy and manipulative tonight, and I think your behavior has to be corrected."

"Really?"

"That's right," she said. "You tried to get Anthony and me alone even though you knew you were pushing my boundaries. How many lashes do you think that deserves?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Umm, five?" I said.

"How about ten?" she said. "You have to learn. If you take your licks without complaint and thank me afterward, maybe I'll give you a special treat."

"Okay!" I said.

She pointed to a spot on the floor beside the couch. "Stand right here and take down your pants." She commanded. I did as I was told.

She pushed me forward until I was bent all the way over the arm of the couch. I thought about the fact that the blinds were open and anyone who happened to be walking by would get quite a show at one particular angle.

I felt incredibly happy as I awaited my punishment. She took her time and when I glanced back, she was in a wide stance and had one hand between her legs. She saw me look, and in response she removed her hand and smeared pussy juice across my cheek. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" I said. She doubled the belt and swung it down hard across my ass cheeks. It stung bad. She did three more thwaps, laughing a bit, and the pain blossomed throughout my butt and radiated down my legs. She waited a bit then did two more very hard whacks.

"Ooh, your ass is turning a very pretty shade of red," she hissed.

My cock was pressed up against the side of the couch and I moved so it would be in a more comfortable position. She allowed this and then hit me lightly a couple of times. "What number are we on?" she asked.

"Nine," I said.

"That was eight," she said. "You wanted this, why are you lying?"

"I wasn't...'

"That's three more for lying," she said. She hit my ass and started to make fun of me. "Oh honey, I want to serve you, I want you to take control." She hit me again. My ass was starting to go numb at this point. "I'll do the laundry and fold your panties and cook for you and do the dishes, my god, are you a man?" She thwacked me again. "Well, are you?"

"No," I whimpered.

"That's right," she thwapped me again, "when I think about you, I often think of you as my wife, what do you think of that?"

Thwack went the belt.

"I like it." I said.

"That's what I thought." She laughed and hit me again. "That's enough now, what do you say?"

I stood up and turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw my hard on. I guess she was surprised that I actually got aroused from the punishment. "Thank you honey, thank you so much!" I said. My eyes were watering and she looked like she was really touched by my sincere thanks.

I pulled up my sweatpants and she hugged me and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"I love you so much," she said. "I love you just the way you are."

"I love you too," I said, with tears spilling down my cheeks.

"Good, then you won't mind licking my asshole!" she said. "My pussy's a bit sore!"

She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. We went into the bedroom and I saw that she hadn't bothered to clean up. Her Hitachi and a dildo we'd bought together off the internet ten years before were both still on the bed. She crawled up and stuck her ass in the air.

Her ample ass cheeks parted and her rosy asshole stared up at me. Her pussy mounds indeed looked red and puffy, like they'd taken some abuse.

I climbed onto the bed and kissed my wife's big ass, moving the kisses up and in toward the ultimate prize. I got into the deep crevice and then licked around the perimeter. She let out a long sigh like she was going into a state of bliss and it was all the encouragement I needed. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole, tasting the tang of internal flesh.

I licked up and around and in and out. She started to moan and I attacked her asshole with more vigor. I went at it like the answer to life's eternal mysteries was there to be tasted.

I don't know how long we were in that position, but I felt Beth clench against my licks and she screamed and waves of pleasure passed through her. That was too much for me, I came in my pants for the second time that evening.

When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed forward on the bed and rolled onto her side. "Oh wow..." she said.

"Here, get under the covers," I said. I moved the sex toys off the bed, pulled the blankets out from under her, and tucked in my spent wife. I took off my boxers and I was going to say something about cumming in my pants again like a teenager, but she let out a loud snore.

I laughed a little and got a fresh pair of sweats on. I washed the rubber head of the Hitachi and the dildo off with hot, soapy water in the bathroom and left them on a hand towel to dry.

I went downstairs to finish doing Beth's laundry. It was one of the happiest nights of my life.

The Real Deal:

Beth was at a yoga class the next day when Anthony knocked at the back door. He looked at me sheepishly from under a baseball cap. He had the woodworking coffee table book under his arm. "Hiya," he said. "Beth left in such a hurry last night, she forgot to take the book." He handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said. "You want to come in and have a cup of coffee?"

He looked at me like he was trying to gauge the likelihood that I would poison him but finally said sure and came in. I fixed him a cup and invited him to sit at the kitchen table with me.

I put the book down and looked at him. I just waited and watched him sip his coffee. He squirmed a little, clearly nervous, then finally he spoke up. "So uh, I think Beth might be mad at me," he said. "She ran outta my apartment last night like the place was on fire."

"Yeah," I said. "She told me you kissed her."

He swallowed a mouthful of coffee roughly and coughed for a second. "Oh, well..." he looked down at the table, avoiding eye contact with me. "Yeah, I guess I did. I must've misread the situation."

"No, I don't think so," I said. "Beth has absolute freedom in our marriage. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know it's not traditional, but we're not traditional people. Anyway, she knows she has this freedom, but she hasn't explored it yet. I'm not sure she's ready. She was pretty mad at me for trying to manipulate her into your bed."

"Really?" he looked like he had no clue what to say. "I uh... I've heard of stuff like that."

"She'd probably be annoyed if she knew we were talking about her behind her back," I said.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Well, not if we're saying good things."

"Like what?"

"Like she's an amazing woman!" he said, cracking that smile of his. "I mean that body, my god!"

"Our marriage is solid," I said. "If you're looking for anything other than friendship and maybe some sex, you're barking up the wrong tree."

He frowned a bit and nodded into his coffee. "It's been a long time since I had any action," he said. "And I can get a woman pretty easy. Not to brag or anything, but it's never been a problem. The reason I stopped is because they all want the same thing. Commitment, a relationship, meet the parents, get married, have kids, die. You know it all sounds like a huge chore... No offense."

"None taken," I said.

"Anyway, friends-with-benefits, that's what I want. That's not an easy arrangement to find."

"It's all up to Beth," I said. "She knows where I stand, and now you do too. All my cards are on the table."

He shook his head. "Wow," he said. "I really admire you. I mean that." He sipped his coffee. "I got a big day here, so I'd better get to work. I'm glad we had this talk though."

"Me too," I said. "Thanks for the book."

"No problem." He left and I watched him head to his truck and get his tool belt. He really looked every bit the stud.

When Beth got back a bit later, I was reading in the living room. I'd left the book on the kitchen table and she came in holding it. "What's this?" she asked.

"Oh Anthony dropped that off this morning," I said. "I took a look, it's beautiful stuff."

"Hmm," she said. She put the book down on the couch and then went upstairs to put her yoga mat and stuff away and take a quick shower. She came down a while later wearing shorts and a loose fitting top with a bright red bra underneath. She plopped down on the other side of the couch and turned the lamp on. She picked up the woodworking book and began to flip through it.

She started to make little noises of appreciation as she turned the pages. She seemed to be wanting to talk about it. "You like that stuff?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's really pretty!"

"You should tell him," I said. "He seems pretty committed to the idea of doing something similar with our built-in desk. Go tell him it's a good idea."

"Now? I don't want to bug him. The plumber is off today, so he's back to work."

"Are you kidding? He's so psyched about the idea, it'll probably make his day."

"Okay, I'll go tell him now," she said. She stood and hesitated for a moment, looking down at me. "I'm sorry I got mad at you last night," she said. "I was thinking about it and... I guess I was being a little silly."

"That's okay honey," I said. "I love you so much. I'm sorry I put you in a position you were uncomfortable with."

"Maybe I wasn't so uncomfortable with it... Maybe that's what freaked me out." She came over and gave me a kiss. "I love you too hun," she whispered. "More than ever."

I watched her walk out of the living room and as soon as I heard the back door shut, I ran to the kitchen and watched her walk to the garage.

My wife disappeared up the steps and my knees felt weak. I wanted nothing more than to follow her, to sneak up the steps and eavesdrop on them. To peek through a keyhole and catch them kissing, to see his hands fondle her ass and breasts. To see the pleasure she would get at being touched by him.

But I couldn't do it. It was her time, her moment, not mine. I didn't want to ruin whatever was happening.

If it was a hot, passionate scene, having a pervy husband looking on would ruin it. I was very horny, almost metaphysically horny, but I did not jack off. I wanted to prolong the feeling of unreality. I wanted to savor it.

But Beth had other ideas. She came back after ten minutes or so with a little smile on her face. "He was glad I liked the book," she said. "He also apologized for kissing me last night. He's so sweet."

"What did you say?"

"I apologized to him for running off," she said. "I told him he took me by surprise and that maybe he should try again sometime."

"Really? What did he say to that?"

She smiled a coy little smile and looked me in the eye. "Well he didn't say anything," she said. "But he did kiss me. He pulled my body up against his and laid one on me. It was... Nice." Her face reddened like she was embarrassed to tell me that. "Are you mad?"

"Of course not!" I said. "Honey, I'm so turned on right now."

"I think he would've fucked me right there on the floor if I hadn't cooled things off. Are you really turned on?"

"Yeah," I said, "aren't you?"

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" she said. She plopped down on the couch and pushed her shorts and undies down to her ankles and then kicked them in my general direction.

I knelt down and kissed her foot, then ran my hand up her inner thigh. When I got to her pussy she was incredibly juicy and I thought the heat might actually scald my fingers. She gasped a little, and then relaxed back. "You approve of my little indiscretion?" she whispered.

"Mm-hmm," I said.

"Why don't you show me how much," she suggested as she opened her legs wider.

I didn't need to be asked twice. Soon, I was licking my wife's pussy with gusto, slurping up her juices and straining to get as much of my tongue into her as possible. Then I began to gently suck on her clit while putting continuous pressure on it with my tongue and lips. She always loved that, but just then I guess it was too much and she told me to lick her asshole like I'd done the night before.

She helpfully lifted one of her legs up almost to her armpit, opening herself to my eager oral advances.

I put the flat of my tongue right up against her anus and then dragged it upward until the tip of my tongue went into her dilating orifice. I went in and around, there on my knees in the living room and Beth said, "Ahhhh," as if she were sinking into a jacuzzi.

I kept up my ministrations, there on my knees in worship of my wife's delicious asshole for a long time.

Once, when I had my tongue as far up her rectum as it could possibly go, I looked up at her face. She was not looking down at me though, she was looking past me toward the side window. She had pulled her top and bra down and had her tits out and she was holding one of them with the hand that wasn't holding her leg up to keep her ass open for me.

The way she held her tit, it looked like she was putting on a show. On instinct, I turned and saw, out the side window of our living room, someone looking in. She noticed me looking and grabbed my hair. She pushed my head back into her ass crack. "Eyes on the job!" she shouted.

I got back to work licking her asshole and very soon she started to shudder and buck as an orgasm took her away. I kept lapping at her until it was over. She pushed my head away so hard I fell back and wound up sitting on my ass looking up at her.

"Anthony was right about you," she said.

"Oh yeah? What did he say?"

"He said you're a natural born cuckold. Have you ever heard that term?"

"Of course," I said. "I think he might be right." I stood up and started to unbuckle my pants.

"No, no babe," she said. "You're a really good little ass-licker, but I'm not in the mood to let you wiggle that thing around in me right now. Just be a good little cuckold and go wash your face and brush your teeth."

I looked down at the tent in my chinos. "Can I jack off at least?" I asked, feeling a little thrill in asking permission.

"No," she said. "It's gross to imagine you abusing yourself to the thought of me and Anthony. Maybe I'll let you later. Go now, give me some time to relax and look at this beautiful book Anthony lent me."

I went upstairs and did what she'd said. I thought about jacking off anyway, but she'd expressly said no. What was the point of being her submissive little bitch if I didn't follow her direct orders?