Preface:
This story is a continuation of the Cruise story. There are at least two more stories in this series after this one. The characters and all of these stories are fictional. Although the stories are written in the first person, I am not the main character and this is not my marriage. This is all made up.
Some of the comments from the cruise story suggest no one would take this kind of treatment or stand for this. In real life, people in relationships stand for all kinds of things like dishonesty, selfish manipulations, being taken for granted, financial betrayal, sexual betrayal, emotional abuse, physical abuse. Some get out and some take it. Some take it for awhile until it goes past their limits. Some love their spouse so much they deny the truth until it stares them in the face. Imperfect people have imperfect relationships which change as circumstances change. Their relationship is changed forever whether it gets better or worse. After events like this, their relationship never goes back to the way it was before. In the end, they are still imperfect people who go on to live out a different but still imperfect relationship.
In the cruise part of the story series, Glenn felt their marriage was drifting apart. He wanted Barb to be less conservative and prudish. He wanted her to be more sexually available and to use her publicly on their cruise. He was unaware of the ways she had already been changing prior to their cruise. They discovered they both liked to play sexually. Their relationship was changed forever; but where is it going? They got into this mess due to poor communication and hidden personal agendas; how are they handling it now the cruise is over?
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While we were on our cruise, Barb had missed the December meeting of her civic committee. We had agreed on the cruise to deal with Tom Anderson together after we got back home. I had been thinking about different ideas of what we could do to get even with him for pushing Barb to let him use her as his sex toy. I was hurt and angry and I was positive he was going to be also before we were done with him. I had thought about beating the crap out of him; but I did not want to go to jail and hitting Barry had not really made me feel any better either. Tom had used what I loved and valued to hurt me and I wanted to hurt him using what he valued and loved against him.
Barb, being the typical woman, just wanted to forget all about Tom. She would just stop everything with him and it would all just go away. She just wanted to put it all behind us and go on with our lives. First of all, a bully doesn't just go away quietly. They keep pushing harder to keep getting what they want. People make trouble for you because they don't have enough trouble in their own lives. The way to get them to stop is to make enough trouble for them in their own life; they are too busy taking care of it to bother you anymore. And secondly, I needed to get to him, to hurt him, to fix his wagon before I was willing to let it go. If she wanted us to go on, she needed to be part of the us who were going to take care of Tom Anderson. If she wasn't interested in seeing I got what I needed, she wasn't interested in seeing us go on together. Barb decided to help me with OUR plan.
We live in a fairly large town just outside of the big city; but it was easy to find out about the life of Tom Anderson. He, age 39, lived with his wife Jody, age 37, in a nice house in a swank neighborhood. Jody, a petite redhead, was an assistant manager in one of the local banks while he was an aspiring entrepreneur. He was working with several investment enterprises and volunteering in civic groups to get ahead in the local political arena. He had aspirations of a seat on the city council and maybe even mayor. Now I knew how to really hurt him.
THE SETUP:
The next meeting of their civic committee was during the terribly cold snap in January. The group met in a large meeting room in one end of our community center. After normal working hours, it was not kept fully heated to save money. In that cold weather, the meeting promised to be miserably cold and probably a short one. I had Barb wear her wool slacks with a camisole, shirt and sweater under her winter coat. This is not at all the clothing Tom had been requiring her to wear for the meetings. I gave her instructions of what to tell him.
When she showed up to the meeting dressed like that, Tom had a cow. He was angry and disappointed and very verbal about HIS displeasure of her not obeying his rule. He didn't give a crap about her well being. He didn't get to see her panties in her purse before the meeting either. When the meeting was over, she told him everything was off for that evening because it was too cold. He almost became verbally abusive. Barb just turned and walked out to her car leaving him standing there steaming in his own juices.
Over the next month, Tom called Barb three times to reinforce HIS dress code and make sure she was going to show up and get back in line. I knew we had him going. I had Barb wear the button up sweater and skirt he wanted. I even had her put a used pair of her panties in her purse to show him before the meeting.
Tom was so cocky when she came in wearing the demanded clothing. He just knew she was back in his control. Then, just as expected, he demanded her to show him her panties in her purse and she did. But, when the meeting was over and the first person had walked out the door, I walked in to find Tom talking with Barb at one end of the group. I walked over to her and put my arm around her waist telling her we needed to hurry as we were going to be late to meet our friends.