Is It Better When Her Husband Watches?
Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.
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When Lara and I walked into the front door at the Lillehammer's, there were three big Suzie signal wave fronts: one of the 'female herd envy' variety from most of the other women there; a second massed 'male desire' signal from most of the men, and a single clarion 'I want it all' signal from Veronica Tappert. She really did: she wanted Lara, she wanted me, and she also wanted most of the men and women there. She was a much stronger sender than Suzie Packard from my old neighborhood ever was. Perhaps I could have heard her clearly even before Suzie made me feel so watched and nervous back in junior high school.
It was no trouble at all to see her 'black box' sexual data history, or her fantasy channel - they were broadcasting so strongly that it actually would have been impossible for me to shut them out. She truly was devoted to her husband - in her own special way. He was totally focused on her - his only sexual interest - and he liked to see her with other people first to get him fully aroused. She plotted and planned to give him new and novel visual stimulation and not coincidentally, give herself some new and galvanically exciting experiences.
What was surprising was the relative infrequency of their little shows. They only happened once or twice per year, although they were certainly easily seen as highlights in her record, and the rest of the time she acted as his academic taskmaster and Dominatrix, seldom allowing him any release at all. What was it she said about offering her husband discipline and incentives? Perhaps he only got some real action when he had completed some goal? Was that what she meant by 'helping him accomplish so much'? I noticed something else - each 'co-star' appeared only once - there were no repeat engagements. So far there had only been one co-star at a time, but Veronica's fantasy channel images made it clear that she had plans to go well beyond that.
Oiler had told me a lot of what he heard about Rodney "Red Rock" Tappert. He was a wunderkind in some of the obscure specialties within photonics, an engineer by training who at the age of 19 (while a very youthful PhD candidate) butted heads with the theoretical physicists about what was and was not possible in photonic circuitry. They initially laughed at him, but he was twice proven correct, and later advanced theories of device operation that explained the observed performance beyond previously accepted limits, and those theories had yet to be disproved. The physicists should have thanked him for providing such fertile new ground for publications and grant applications, but they still insulted him by saying he had 'rocks in his head' and naming the two new theories for the physicists who first tried to disprove them, rather than the hated (and now Doctor, and tenured full professor) upstart Tappert.
Lara quickly scanned the room and found the only person there she had met before; our host, Dorothy Lillehammer, and she made a beeline for her. She was standing near their patio doors with Veronica Tappert and a short, young looking red-headed fellow that I took to be her husband, the aforementioned Dr. Tappert. He didn't look even 23. I bet he would get carded at every bar in town, and his probably perfectly valid ID often challenged as a fake. He had a full head of wild and curly red hair, and enough freckles for any three people. His eyes were light blue, and blazed fire from across the room, sparkling and bubbling with energy. He looked like the guy in 'Napoleon Dynamite' with even redder hair and much bluer eyes.
We approached the trio, and Victoria's Suzie signal was almost painfully strong. As Dorothy Lillehammer made the introductions, Victoria could not take her eyes off Lara. Neither could Dorothy. Red, however, was not interested in the least. He really did only have eyes for his wife.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Lara!" Victoria began. "This is my husband, Rodney Tappert. Everyone calls him "Red" for obvious reasons. "
Lara fixed them both with a gaze. Dorothy Lillehammer took Lara by the arm. "I want to introduce you to some other people, and ask you a few more questions about the care and feeding of my husband." With that she laughed nervously and steered Lara around the corner and out of sight. I suppose I need to take up the conversation.
"Robbie Roberts, Dr. Tappert. Welcome to Austin." I offered my hand. He smiled thinly, and shook politely.
"Hello Roberts. You are an engineering student and one of the new UDT members, eh? Dr. Lillehammer says he was pleasantly surprised by your grasp of basic math, and I hear your project management expertise is well above average, too. So, I have very high expectations for the scope and inventiveness of your prank. Amaze me, Mr. Roberts! Surprise and impress me. If you can, that is. "
Emphasis on the 'if' and 'you'. My first tendency had been to like this guy, but now I found myself bristling at the condescending tone he was giving me. "I'll do my best. How long have you known the Lillehammer's?"
"He was an associate professor when I was an undergrad, and my wife was friends with Dorothy even before that."
I waited to see if he would fill the silence. Finally he did.
"I tend to be pretty open and straightforward in my dealings with everyone, Roberts, although my style sometimes rankles people. Veronica told me about her conversation with you at the Honor Roll reception. How do you feel about pornography, Roberts?"
Where did that come from? "I sometimes feel overwhelmed by my roommate's obsession with certain porno websites. I don't find it as interesting as he does, but then he aspires to be a filmmaker."
"I find one and only one particular kind of pornography interesting: the live show kind that features my wife as the star. Anything else leaves me totally cold. But then she understands me completely, and she sometimes puts on a little show for me, just the right kind of thing to get me excited. I quite approve of this. I wanted you to know that, before you have further conversations with her about it. And don't forget: I expect a stunning prank!"
I paused for a moment as my inner punster twisted stunning pranks into cunning stunts and stunning cunts. Get hold of yourself, Robbie! "I will endeavor to amaze, you, Professor," I said as politely as I could manage. My inner voice ran on. Boy would I. Get ready for it, you conceited little prick! Maybe I could spend some time trying to listen to his signals instead of Veronica's and figure out his worst fears, and make them happen? Would they mirror Veronica's biggest turn-ons?
