A FOOLISH HUSBAND
Getting an earth moving business is a tough go. Equipment is expensive, diesel fuel supply, and keeping enough experienced operators and laborers, all beat you into the ground. But, the profit from a completed project can make the hassles seem worth it. But today wasn't one of those days.
My cell phone rang. It was my brother-in-law, Bill, who is married to Amy, my wife's sister. A supplier was trying to hold us up on fuel and plummeted when he told me our only D8 needed huge repairs. Mindy was tanning by our swimming pool and had asked me to strip off and join her, but she could tell that I wouldn't be joining her, which was no surprise. I never did. I had the urge for a beer as the call dragged on, so I stepped inside. I opened my laptop and looked at bondage babes as I popped the top. This was something new for me, and I always fantasized that it was me tied spreadeagle while some bodacious babe got ready to sit on my face. We all have a fantasy life.
Just then someone stepped in the office and told Bill our lo-boy had been hit with our Cat backhoe. Bill said you better get over her and I said on my way, slammed the laptop shut and ran out the door.
There goes Allen, thought Mindy. Again. Heck with him. With all the work I put into getting this killer tan, you would think he would show a little more interest in her. She could feel her skin getting browner with each passing minute. She sighed, then fingered her clit to another solo orgasm, then drifted into a light nap. An hour later Mindy woke up and gulped down her water. It was warm so she stepped into the kitchen for a cold bottle.
Allen's lukewarm Keystone was still on the counter. She poured it down the drain and disposed of the can. Allen's laptop was slightly open, he had failed at slamming it shut. Absently, Mindy pushed it open. She saw a brunette tied spreadeagle on a bed, the back curser showed a blonde in the same predicament. And then there was an Oriental woman, with her ass on a ledge, her arms extended to each side, secured with leather straps. Her ankles were roped up, with her knees spread wide by two ropes. Her pussy was spread so wide her lips were open.
"Well. Don't you look fuckable?" She couldn't believe this pose. "Allen, you....Damn you!" She continued through the site, then checked his browser history. Lots of porn. She picked up her cell phone and called Amy.
"Hey. Are you busy? Could you please come over? You need to talk me out of killing my husband."
Mindy had a glass of red wine when Amy arrived. They each had two more flutes while surveying Allen's history on his laptop. Amy was a bit familiar with porn because she and Bill often watched erotica, but the sites that Allen visited were a bit more than she was used to. But she and Bill had experimented with bondage. Amy confessed to Mindy that she enjoyed tying Bill to the bed and "having my way with him. Some pain. As a matter of fact, I took some photos of him when he was naked and helpless. Here. I'll show you."
Mindy wasn't surprised by the photos of Bill. "I mean, he knows you still have these on your phone."
"Oh, yeah. But you're the first person I've ever showed them to. It's kind of a kick, you know. Tying a guy up and pushing his boundaries, taking a few photos. We keep it light."
"Well, I'm not thinking light at the moment. I had just asked him to strip off and join me. Then he takes a phone call and looks at porn. I have worked hard to get this tan, and he would rather look at this bondage babe with her legs pulled wide apart. Good grief! What am I missing?"
"Well, you'd have to ask him what he thinks about when he looks at porn. What is really going through his mind. You might be surprised."
"I'd be surprised if he spoke of it at all, Amy. We're really getting in a bad rut. This construction business keeps him occupied day and night. This isn't the first time I've said to him, 'Hey! Why don't you join me?' I understand he had a bad afternoon, but, sheesh. A little afternoon delight once in a while might make your outlook a bit better." She sighed and stared at the counter.
"Do you remember Karen Jones? This makes me think of her."
"Yeah," Mindy said, "how could I ever forget her. She didn't take any guff from anyone."
"She still doesn't. She had a similar situation as you. Low attention hubby, too invested in his career. She took control of him, actually made him her slave. I don't know all the particulars, but I have been to her house a few times. He doesn't wear any clothes at home, well, a collar. He wears a collar and nothing else. That is kind of a neat thing. This guy that you don't really know well opens the front door naked, escorts you to the living area and serves you refreshments. Karen will give him some duties and send him on his way. Wild. He cooks and takes care of the house. Takes care of Karen."
Mindy slowly took a deep breath and sighed again. "At the moment, I'm thinking more revenge than making a slave. Still. No use in rushing into anything. It may be worth checking out. Can you give me her number?"
Mindy remembered Karen from high school, but the man that opened the door was unknown to her. But Karen introduced him as Darryl, and he seemed to have no inhibitions about being naked in front of her. Except for the collar. He brought the women a glass of sweet iced tea and went to the kitchen.
"OK, Mindy. Really fill me in on what you want to accomplish with your husband."
"Revenge, mostly. I'm tired of being ignored, tired of the sexual frustration that comes with the territory."
"Would an affair help?"
"Maybe. But that would likely trash the marriage. Really, I don't know what I want. A really good one-night stand may help. But that doesn't help my relationship with Allen. And I have a hard time imagining Allen naked at home, serving ice tea to guests."
"Don't sell yourself short. You may surprise yourself at what you could accomplish. I think you ought to hit him over the head. Not literally, but you could take drastic action that will get his attention, maybe change his focus. Do you know what he thinks of when he looks at porn?"
"No. I do need to find out. Amy thinks that is key to the problem."
Most of the afternoon went by with Mindy slowly forming a plan of action. Karen had plenty of suggestions, and Mindy made note of them. She was glad she had made this appointment with her. As she was taking her leave, Karen asked if she had ever roofied a guy.
"No," she laughed. "I don't even know where to find any."
"Let me get you some."
She returned with a vial with an ivory-colored powder. "This could be a great weapon in your arsenal. This will give him the feeling that anything you request is reasonable and he will go along with you. It really reduces inhibitions. He would strip naked in the local park and let you handcuff him to a tree. Really! And, you are looking to find out what his bondage porn means to him, his fantasy life, he will honestly tell you when he is under the influence of this R powder.
"That small spoon in the vial will make him putty in your hands. Four hours later, half a spoon will keep him under your thumb the entire night.
"Handle it as you like. Get revenge. Then kick his ass out. Or make him a slave. It only takes a week to establish your authority. Keep him naked for a week while you are dressed. Have your friends over while he is in bondage. Forcing him to lick your feet, and your friends' feet establishes your superiority. But take charge. Make him realize you are in charge and he has nothing to say about it. And take this cock cage. An emasculated man is so much easier to handle."
Several scenarios went through Mindy's mind as she drove home. It was Saturday and Allen was still at work. The sun was beginning to go down, but it was still over ninety degrees outside. Mindy stashed the cock cage and the roofie, then stripped and poured a glass of wine. She lay down on her chaise and slowly fingered her clit as she made plans.
Her masturbation slowly increased to an explosive orgasm that let her drift off to sleep. She woke up at one in the morning. Allen had come in, opened a Keystone, then fell asleep in his recliner. Mindy went to bed alone and wondered if she would like owning a slave. Really, the idea of handcuffing Allen to a tree in city park while he was naked made her a bit wet. Simple humiliation. Or enslavement. Decisions, decisions....
She realized Karen's advice may have been a bit extreme. She would have lunch with Amy. She had embarrassed Bill a few times with the photos but she couldn't imagine Amy handcuffing him to a tree while he was naked. Her advice might be a bit less radical.
Then she thought about her cheerleading days. Her teammates on the cheer squad had been the first in their class to become sexually active, which gave them a kind of "trailblazer" status. They were all still in town. She would speak with them and see what they thought of married life. Ten years after high school, there had to be some insight worth hearing. Mindy drifted off and did not rouse at all when Allen finally came to bed.
Allen woke up to see light streaming in through an east facing window and illuminating Mindy's skin and "DAMN!!!" she looked good. She was mostly on her stomach with her knees wide apart and her pussy was visible between her legs, enticing him.
"What a tan," he thought as he brushed the long, brown hair aside so he could kiss the back of her neck. Mindy awoke and could not believe Allen was waking her in this way. He kissed his way down her back and reached between her legs.
"Wow," she thought. "Don't waste the moment!" She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, grabbed the back of Allen's head and roughly pulled him into her. He was bit taken back, but he responded well. She moaned and luxuriated with the feel of his mouth on her pussy, her clit. "Hot damn," she thought, "I'm gonna get laid!"
Allen started to rise with the intent of mounting her.
"Ah, ah, ah! Momma ain't happy yet, big boy," she said while pushing him back down.
Allen hadn't been thinking of a long lovemaking session and was ready to get his nut, but Mindy had been insistent so he returned and gently licked her pussy lips. She did taste good. Her hips began to roll and she drew him in with her hands. It was happening, she could feel it welling up. It had been so long, so very long. She was grinding hard on his mouth and she yelled oh yeah and she came on his mouth with a hard shudder that straightened her legs.
There was no holding Allen back now. He moved up and slid his erection inside her while she was basking in the euphoria.
"Oh," she moaned when he entered her. He had pumped her three times before she could respond so Allen was ahead of her. She began to thrust back to meet Allen's aggressive fucking. It didn't last long. A few grunts and Allen was filling her with his orgasm. "Well," she thought, "at least I've trained him to hold himself up on his elbows."
"Who are you? And what have you done with my husband?"
He moaned. He rolled off of Mindy, to her regret.
"It's been a minute."
"One month, a week, three days, and eleven hours. Not that I'm actually counting."
He drew a deep breath. "Yeah, well, sometimes life gets in the way. It's...it...just happens. And I hate to hurry, but I have to meet a prospective mechanic at the shop."
"Oh, c'mon. Bill can handle that. Don't be in such a hurry."
"Bill is looking at a box culvert project at Valdosta. I really need to go."
"OK, but tell me a secret."
"Sure. Anything."
"What do you think about when you look at pornography?"
"Oh, well, I don't know. I don't look at it that often." He was reaching for his blue jeans after pulling on his briefs.
"Allen, I'm just trying to understand. Don't be defensive, I'm not attacking you."
"It isn't something I think about. It's just a visual thing." He couldn't even look at her as he put on his shirt. He sat on the bed to put on his socks and boots.
"Allen, talk to me." She hugged him, making sure her nipples poked him in the back. It didn't help.
"Mindy. Really, it's nothing." He looked at his watch. "Oh, man. I gotta get going."
He turned to her and hugged her. "Damn! You look good!"
