Author's note: In the movie Maestro, there is this quote from Leonard Bernstein. It sounded just like Charlotte to me.
"A work of art does not answer questions, it provokes them, and its essential meaning is in the tension between the contradictory answers."
Chapter 41 -- Carl
All the way home, I was seething with embarrassment and anger. How dare they fuck in someone else's home right in front of our real estate agent, who just happens to know everybody I went to college with. Goddamn it!
As I drove like a bat out of hell, I glanced over and saw my wife enjoying the day without a care in the world. She wore a dreamlike look on that beautiful face. She was pleased with herself.
"I think Harry might give us more money," she said in a matter-of-fact way. "He liked the house."
"You're kidding right? Why wouldn't he? Did you ask him straight up for money when he was fucking you right in front of Phyllis? Showing off his big cock to her? Bragging about fucking my whore of a wife? Making me look like a goddamn idiot?"
Well that spoiled her mood. She gave me a furious look, but said nothing. For the rest of the ride, she sat stock still with tight, thin lips. I'd actually never seen her that angry before. I didn't give a shit.
Once at home, we went into the apartment quietly, and she turned to look at me in the foyer. Her hand came up with lightning speed and met my face with a ringing slap. It was much harder than I thought her capable of.
"How dare you!" She shouted. "How dare you call me a whore. You sold me to Harry! This was all your idea, Pretty Boy. If I'm a whore, YOU made me one."
I stood there holding my jaw, speechless. I know my mouth was open, and regret washed over me. She was right. I had no one to blame but myself for this misery. It was of my own creation.
"You have failed me, Carl. I married you because I love you, and Mommy said you were a good man, and I believed in you. But you failed me. I have no house. I have no baby. I have nothing." Still I didn't say a thing as her wide-eyed anger dominated that little space. What could I say?
"We both know that if we're gonna have those things that I want, I have to make them happen. Not you. I'm the thing of value that people want. Me!"
My God. I've created a monster.
"What good are you, Carl? Remember how you felt last night when you thought I might leave you? Do you?"
"Yes." Please don't leave. Please don't leave.
"I'm awful close to walking out that door right now," she nodded toward our front door. "Harry will take me in a second. He wants me. He loves me."
"I love you, Princess."
"Do you, Carl? Do you?"
"Yes, more than anything!"
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Get on your knees and show me."
"What?"
"Get on your fucking hands and knees right now you miserable piece of shit." She was still very angry. I didn't want her to leave. I realized right then that I would do whatever she wanted to make her stay. So, I got down on all fours like her little puppy dog.
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, putting her face right in my face. "You're my bitch now, Carl. Understand? I want you to crawl into the bedroom and face the side of the bed. That's your new pussy licker position. Wait for me there."
God help me. I did what she asked, just like a little bitch. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. By the time I got to the bed, I was rock hard. We were going to have sex.
I knelt there on all fours waiting for her, and she took her sweet time. All I could think about was her pussy, filled just an hour ago with Stein's cum. Would she let me fuck her if I did a good job? Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom, naked and sat legs open just looking at me.
"Who owns you, Carl?" Oh, fuck. It suddenly dawned on me that she was copying Stein. This was something she learned from him. How to dominate another human in three easy steps. Fuck.
"You do, Princess."
"Call me, Master."
"I think it's Mistress."
"What?"
"The female form of master is mistress."
"Ok, smart aleck, Mistress it is." She nudged my shoulder with her foot. "Do you ever want to fuck me again, Carl?" I looked up into her eyes. They were shining back at me. Smiling eyes. She was having fun being the mistress.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You need to get it together. You need to stop acting like a little Pretty Boy bitch, and be a man. Do you understand, Carl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You may lick your mistress's pussy now."
I must say that I truly like going down on my wife. I have enjoyed this particular sexual act with nearly every woman I've been to bed with and admit that it's one of my favorite sexual acts. However, eating a pussy soiled by Stein, even Charlotte's, troubled me.
Yet, I eagerly bent forward and mashed my face into her slick folds as happily as any hungry creature goes after a meal denied too long. It wasn't him I wanted, but her. I was just more than willing to go through his essence to get to hers. Call me what you will. Do your worst. I do not care.
I love Charlotte, and I said something to her that I deeply regretted. I was willing to make it up to her any way she wanted. This is the nature of revenge she chose. So be it.
The good news is that this time most of his cum had drained out, and it was mostly her I tasted. Her sweet juices filled my mouth, and I savored them. The happiness I felt at that moment came out of me in a deep moan.
"Oh, baby. That's so good," she said. "Lick that pussy clean, baby." She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face deeper into her. My tongue was in so deep licking anything and everything it could feel. I sucked in her hood with my lips and gave her clit tiny little turbo licks.
"Ooohhhhhhh, baaabbbyyyy!!!" My girl screamed out. I vowed right there that I would make her come harder and louder than Stein ever had. Whatever she let me do, I would do as best as I possibly could.
He was not here, and I was. I must make the best of it. This was me stepping up, as she demanded.
I went after that pussy with a speed and ferocity I didn't even know I possessed. I'd always been gentle with Charlotte like she was a china doll that I could break. Stein did not treat her that way. Before Stein, she had given me every reason to think the way I treated her was what she wanted.
I knew better now and would follow his example on this night. My cock was not as big as his, but I was big, young and strong. What was my advantage? Well, I could fuck her harder.
Without losing contact with my mouth, I slipped my hands under that perfect ass and slid her back on the bed. The only part of her body hanging off now was her legs which I lifted up in the air. She continued to moan in pleasure as I applied every lesson I had read or practiced over the years about the art of eating pussy.
Charlotte weakly raised her head and glazed eyes met mine. Yet, her neck couldn't hold, and she flopped back with a huge sigh. That's right Mistress; your control has slipped.
I used the flat of my tongue to give her long licks all along her opening until the tip flicked her clit. Once done, I dropped down and did it again and just let the cycle repeat.
"Ooohhhh Carrrrrrrrllll, ooohhhh baaaabbbbyyyy!"
Now was the time for the steady clit campaign. Get it in my sights. Lock on to that target. I set a steady pace. Maintaining that quick cadence, I was sure my whole body gave off the enthusiasm I had at that moment. She must know how much I wanted to please her, my darling Mistress. Not a whore, but my honored wife.
I felt her still and her body slowly becoming rigid. She grabbed handfuls of the coverlet and lifted her hips up to meet my mouth in a jerking fashion.
"CARL! Fuck! I'mmmm ccuuuuummmming." Her body jerked rhythmically as she came on my face. She tried to pull away from my intensity, but this time, I didn't let her. I followed her as she attempted to escape, keeping contact with that clit, making sure I drained every ounce of pleasure from her body.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!" Her body spasmed to a stop with hands still in my hair. As she came down, I released her hold and crawled up her body, hovering over her. When she opened her eyes and smiled, I kissed her harder and more passionately than ever before. Charlotte wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed with the strength of an anaconda.
"Are you going to fuck me, honey?" She asked.
"Try and stop me."
"I never wanted to." My cock easily found her opening and slid into that wonderful snug place. This was still the extremely tight pussy I had married when I took her virginity all those months ago. It seemed to recover every time Stein abused it over the past few weeks. What a mystery.
Now, she would finally learn what I could do. I gave her no quarter. She received a bone bruising pounding from a muscular man in the prime of his youth. All I could think about was making up for my inadequacy in length and girth with force and power and endurance.
Charlotte did not seem to mind my lack of mercy. In fact, she reveled in it. She wailed and screamed my name, begging me not to stop. She came twice in the missionary position and twice in the doggie position. Finally, she rode my as I slammed up into her.
"Ohhhh, Carrrlll, where have you been all this time?"
"Get used to this Princess. It's what you get from now on."
"Ok," was all she said, as she fell onto my chest. When I finally came, she fell asleep on top of me, and we stayed that way till morning. Who needs food?
