"Mark darling, where did this come from?" Lucy asked her husband as he arrived back from the shop.
"What, my love?" he asked, as he walked into his office to find her holding a piece of paper in her hands.
Instantly the world seemed to stop for him. How could he have been so stupid? Why did he leave that single sheet of paper on the printer?
"It says 'Rules for a Perfect Husband' and then there's a list of rules. Some of them are quite interesting. Did you write it?"
"No my love, someone sent it to me." Mark confessed hoping she could just leave it at that, but, of course she couldn't.
"Why don't you make us a cup of coffee while I read them all?" Lucy suggested.
Mark's hands were shaking as he made the coffee, and tried desperately to think of a plan, but he got nowhere. With a heavy heart he carried the steaming mugs of coffee through to his office, but his wife wasn't there, so he went to the lounge and found her sitting on the sofa reading the sheet of paper assiduously.
"So you didn't write these, but you did print them out? Is that right?" Lucy asked, enjoying her husband's discomfort.
"Yes, that's right."
"Have you read them?" She pressed.
"Only a couple, I printed them so I could read them later, when I was alone." He tried to explain.
"Come and sit next to me, so we can read them together." Lucy suggested, sounding very loving, "I think it's so sweet that you want to be a perfect husband."
Mark sat next to his wife on the sofa, waiting for the axe to fall, and puzzled by her loving demeanor.
"Why don't you read out the first one." She proposed.
"Always takes care of all the household chores, including, washing, drying and ironing clothes, shopping, cooking, cleaning, dishwasher etc." Mark read, thinking that at least that rule was ok.
"Well, isn't that the most wonderful rule, and it makes me so happy to hear you reading it out. Darling, I accept your kind and generous offer. Please date and sign under that rule on the sheet so we know that from this day forward we are adopting that rule into our life. From now on you will be doing all the domestic chores. Thank you darling!" She exclaimed after he had signed, "let me give you a big kiss."
Lucy gave her husband a lovely gentle kiss on the lips, which was so sensual that, just before it ended, he could feel his cock beginning to stir,
"Right, what's the next rule?" She asked, waiting for Mark to read it out.
"Always tells her she is the most attractive woman in the room" He read.
"Well, I think that's simply lovely. Please sign that straight away." Lucy insisted, then kissed him even more passionately as soon as he'd finished.
"Right, one more, then I think we'll stop for today." Lucy instructed, then sat looking at her husband with a little smile on her lips.
"Respects his wife's right to flirt with other men, and encourages her to take the flirting further" Mark read, then waited for his wife to hit the roof. There was a long silence. Finally Lucy broke it.
"I think we need to talk seriously about this one, don't you?" She asked.
"Erm, yes, I guess." He replied uncertainly.
Lucy gave her husband a loving smile then held his hand.
"I like the first few words a lot 'Respects his wife's right' is such a positive sentiment, it could almost be a rule on it's own."
Mark just stayed silent, wondering whether his wife was intending to go through every rule in such minute detail.
"But then it goes on. The right which you are going to respect, is my right to flirt with other men, but it doesn't say whether that means flirting in front of you, or behind your back, as it were. Which do you think?"
Lucy was still holding her husband's hand as she stared deep into his eyes waiting for an answer.
Mark thought that he was walking straight into a trap, but he couldn't see any escape route.
"I think it means both, in front of me and when I'm not there." He answered, and then waited for her reaction.
"I like that answer. You are going to respect my right to flirt with other men, whether you are there or not, is that right?"
"Yes darling."
"Good, excellent. It goes on, and talks about' encouragement' and I thought it was going to say that as well as respecting my right to flirt, you would be actively encouraging me to flirt. Are you not planning to encourage me?" She asked sounding innocent, as she baited her trap.
"Oh right, yes, of course, I think the encouragement is assumed."
"I don't think we should assume anything in a project as important as turning you into the perfect husband. I think you should amend it. You can just hand write it and initial it." Lucy instructed.
Mark wrote an addition mentioning him encouraging his wife to flirt.
"Good, that's better, thank you darling. Now, we come to the last bit, which I think is the most puzzling. You are also to encourage me to take the flirting further. What do you think that means?" She asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"Well, I suppose it might mean touching the man's arm or something?" He answered, wishing a huge hole would swallow him up.
"But isn't that just part of flirting?" She asked, thoroughly enjoying her husband's discomfiture.
"Yes, I suppose it is." He answered lamely.
"I suspect that what your mystery author was suggesting is that I should suggest a date with the man, or maybe kiss him, or suggest getting together for sex, do you agree?"
"Well, yes, you could be right."
Mark realised, as he answered that question, that he was getting an erection. He prayed that his wife wouldn't notice it, but she did.
"Gosh, what have we here," she said, groping his hardening cock, "is this turning you on?"
"Yes, it seems to be." He answered, feeling embarrassed but loving her attention.
"I suppose this would count as 'taking the flirting further' if I started playing with his cock. What do you think?"
"Yes, I'm sure that would count." He answered.
Lucy just looked into her husband's eyes, and continued massaging his hard cock through his trousers. She stopped the massage and undid his zip so that she could liberate the beast, then resumed the massaging, rolling her hand over and around the sensitive head.
"And this would be taking it further still, wouldn't it?"
"Yessss! He hissed, getting close to an explosion. I think I'm going to come...Aaah!!"
Mark ejaculated forcefully, his emission shot into the air, and landed on his wife's hand, and on his trousers. She kept pumping to get every drop out, then wiped her hand on a clean part of his trousers.
"I assume that giving the man a hand job would also count?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, I'm sure it would." He answered, smiling at his wife with relief, happy that she had just been teasing him.
"So, let's recap this rule before you sign and date it."
Marks mouth fell open as his penis wilted and dripped even more whit stuff onto his trousers.
"You are going to respect my right to flirt with other men, whether you are there or not, you are going to encourage me to flirt, and, furthermore, you are also going to encourage me to take the flirting much further, up to and including having full sex. Have I understood the rule correctly?"
"Yes my love."
"Good, now please sign and date it." She instructed, holding out the pen for him to use.
Feeling totally deflated in every sense, he accepted the pen and signed and dated the rule.
"Thank you darling. So, I think you could make a start on your first rule by washing your trousers, plus everything else of a similar colour and wash temperature." Lucy suggested.
"Yes, right, ok." He answered, aware that he had no idea how the washing machine worked.
"But, before you go, I need to make a start on rule three, but who with...Why don't you ring your friend Peter and suggest he comes round for a drink this evening. Tell him that I said it would be nice to see him. As soon as you've got the wash going, you can come back and start encouraging me. Gosh, this is going to be fun."
After phoning his friend Peter, who accepted without a second's hesitation when he was told that Lucy had asked Mark to invite him, he made a start sorting the clothes. As he plodded through the tedious task he let his mind explore what had happened and what was likely to happen that evening. With the panic about Lucy's discovery of the list removed from his head he realised some things which should have been obvious.
Obviously Lucy had read the whole list, and was probably planning to drag him through the clauses one after the other. The question was, why? At first he thought it was to teach him a lesson, which was plausible, but then why get him to invite Peter, who they both knew fancied Lucy like crazy, and also that he was now single, and probably horny. If she goes through with it and flirts with Peter, he may be quite difficult to control.
So then his other idea popped up. Perhaps the purpose was to enable her to have sex with other men, and blame it all on her husband. Could that be possible?
"No!" He said out loud.
"You ok honey?" Lucy called out.
"Fine darling." He shouted back, directing his thoughts back to the job at hand.
Finally he finished working out how to do a wash, and headed back into the lounge where he found his beautiful wife sitting, sipping from a half full glass of white wine.
"Get yourself a drink, we need to talk." She commanded.
Here it comes, he thought to himself, now I find out the answer.
"When I first found that list, which you so carelessly left on the printer, I was cross and upset. But then, as I thought about it, I realised that it was just an accident, because I had caught you out by asking you to go to the shop suddenly like that. My next thoughts were that I could just pretend that I hadn't seen it, but then I would never find out whether these were your fantasies, or someone else's., so I decided to call your bluff, to walk you through the clauses, bit by bit, but, as I did, something clicked in me. I suddenly began to think that the concept wasn't wrong and depraved as I'd thought, but, actually, it would be amazing to have a husband like that. Now we are at a crossroads, and you have a decision to make."
