Rhonda woke at 8 and stayed in bed until 9. Now and then she looked around the room, noticing the other side of the bed had not been slept in, half their dresser top was clear, a few pictures were gone. She felt hollowed out. Then she felt her hair. It was still matted from where Martin had purposely run his cum and saliva covered hand through it. The bastard had set up her, getting her to focus on the breath thing. Of course she could smell it, so she never thought of him spoiling her hair. In the darkness, she probably would not have seen what he had done if she was paying attention.
A shower was first. If she was going to get out of bed, she needed a reset and not a mess dried in her hair. Skipping underwear, she put on a pull over shirt and sweat pants. She needed to feel sexy, loved, even though her husband had left. He had told her he had three bags packed and in the car already. He knew she would step over the line, and deny it, and refuse to leave, but he had never raised his voice or accused her. This was worse. Now she didn't know what he was thinking.
After a cold cereal breakfast she got her phone and sent a text to Danny. "Honey, I'm sorry. Can we talk?"
By three there was no reply and she gave up hope of getting one. Was he just going to file for divorce? He had the grounds for it. Where was he? Was he safe? They had enough money he could stay in a good motel for a couple of weeks, a cheap motel longer. She considered driving around looking for his car, then decided it would do no good. His car wouldn't tell here where he was, exactly, so she would know little more than she knew now.
She ate some leftovers for dinner, still lacking any kind of appetite, and debated her next move. He expected her at the club at 8, knowing she would now be past her period. She had to avoid him. He would start telling people tomorrow for sure, maybe tonight, but she couldn't go and face him knowing he planned to fuck her tonight and the other girls would all be cheering for him.
Rhonda thought they were her friends, people who would help her put her foot down and stand against Martin. Instead, they were all in marriages they hated and they saw fucking Martin as just a distraction to get them through their days. How could she convince them that she loved her husband, wanted him back, and wanted to stop Martin from totally ruining her life?
At quarter after 8 her cell phone went off. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. "Hello."
"Rhonda, is that you? It's Mary. Where are you?"
"What? Oh, hi Mary. I'm at home. Alone. In an empty house."
"Damn, girl, get your ass to the club. Martin is going nuts and threatening to start sending texts all over the place telling what good head you give and you swallow it."
Rhonda winced and paused. "Mary, thanks for the advance notice, but Martin can go fuck himself. He's ruined my marriage, he lied to me, and he set me up. I don't even care any more."
Mary was quiet for a moment and Rhonda could hear the music in the background. The call had to be coming from outside the club. "You weren't just playing the good wife thing, were you? You really thought you could stay faithful and dance with Martin."
"That's right. Poor Rhonda was stupid enough to think, shit, I even called it a date. He was using me the whole time, wasn't he?"
A short silence, then Mary asked, "Rhonda, what did he do? What was the last, the final thing that broke your marriage?"
Now it was Rhonda's turn to be quiet for a moment. "He drove me to a dark road, then a darker road, then into some trees. I had no idea where I was. I was feeling drunk and had my eyes closed." She waited to hear if there was a response, then went on. "He told me to get into the back seat. I was finishing my period, so he had me suck him. I couldn't go home with his cum all over my face and clothes, so, well, I, you know, I ..."
Mary was kind and said, "Yeah, I know. Then what? Did he take you home?"
"Yeah, he took me home, reminding me not to get too close or my husband might smell the cum on my breath. He kept focusing on cleaning my mouth, the smell. My husband challenged me, again, like he had done for the previous couple of weeks. I showed him my stained panty liner and he said, oh shit, he said I didn't know. He left and Martin called while I was looking through empty drawers. And Martin, bastard that he is, asked if I was sure he had taken his tooth brush. It was when I was in front of the bathroom mirror that I saw he had smeared cum in my hair."
Mary cleared her throat while she thought of an answer. "On the up side, it was too dark to take a picture. But you have a problem. We all thought you were just playing the part of the faithful wife, and honestly, I don't know that any of the others would care. Martin was ready to start sending texts and I got him to put that on pause, but Rhonda, I can't hold him off forever. You need to get here, and I'm going to ask you to do something you will think is insane."
Rhonda gave a forced laugh. "Insane? Like don't wear underwear?"
"I get if you don't believe it, but I'm trying to help. I need to ask you to trust me. None of the other girls. Not Martin, oh god not Martin. But if you can trust me, I can try to protect you while we come up with a plan to try to fix things."
There was a silence until Rhonda asked, "You want me to trust you? Give me one good reason why I should do that."
Mary was ready for that question. "Girl, I only have one reason and I will be the first to admit it isn't a good one. You should trust me because you really don't have much else and I've offered to help."
She paused. "Youre right, that's a really bad reason." Why didn't she just end this call? Her brain said to hit the red button, but her gut said to listen.
"Hey, I need an answer. I've known him for almost three years and I guarantee he's sitting in there with a text ready, thumb hovering over the button. Is it yes or no?"
"What if he wants to fuck me tonight?"
"Ok, that's a good question," Mary said. "I don't have an answer, but if you say yes, I'll do as much as I can if you follow my lead. I'll warn you, you may need to spend a lot of time with women to avoid him, but he'll keep up the pressure. Really, your best chance right now is with me."
"Shit. Ok, tell him I fell asleep in a lonely bed and I'll be there. I hope you'll excuse me if I don't thank you just yet."
There was a soft laugh from the other end and Mary said, "No problem here, girl. Hey, if you're sort of single, maybe we can meet and you can tell me more how you got yourself into this. Now get a club dress and and get your ass down here."
Rhonda stood in the middle of her bedroom, looking at the empty spaces, and thought about that last bit. How did she get into this? Yeah, that would take at least an afternoon coffee.
Not quite an hour later, she was walking toward the table with the familiar group of people. The girls were smiling and calling out, but Martin had a dangerous look to him, and he wasn't smiling at all. Mary even got up and hugged Rhonda before she got to the table. The large, soft breasts of one woman pressing against the large, firm breasts of the unhappy wife. The dress Rhonda wore was light red, she had pantyhose, and her hair was pinned back tonight. Mary's hands not just on, but kneading, her ass was a surprise, but it was nothing compared to the firm kiss that followed. When she looked at the table again, at least Martin's scowl was gone and his eyes seemed a little amused.
She whispered quickly into Mary's ear, "I still don't know if I can trust you."
Mary whispered back, "That's a good attitude. I'll try to earn your trust so you can feel secure in it."
They went to the table, Mary holding Rhonda's hand and the other girls each called out a greeting. Martin was less gracious, calling out, "Well, the girl who swallows is finally here. I thought I was going to have to take out a full page ad for you in the newspaper." Three of the girls laughed, Mary giggled while looking at Rhonda, and Rhonda felt her face flush.
There was some brief chatter, then when the song changed Mary grabbed Rhonda's hand and said, "I love this song. Let's dance." Rhonda got up to follow and while they danced she looked back at the table. Carmen and Melody were talking, Betty had a look of surprise, and Martin had a look of annoyance. She realized that if Mary was trying to protect her, she was pushing things as far as Martin was going to let them be pushed.
At some point when they were all at the table, Martin took charge and began setting up a schedule. "The way I figure it, we have three weeks to take advantage of you before you claim bleeding again, so that's one weekend with each girl or set of girls. And, of course, with me." She couldn't miss the leer. You can start next week with Betty and see what a dominant woman looks like."
Rhonda hesitated with her answer and Mary dug her elbow into Rhonda's side. "Go ahead, it will be fun for you, watching her husband. Maybe she'll even let him have a taste of you." She giggled and looked at Betty.
"Oh no," said Betty, "she's far too pretty to let that loser husband get close to her. I'll tease him, though, dangle her in front of him, then let Martin have her to use while hubby watches like the helpless little loser he is." The girls all laughed at that, all except Rhonda.
Martin was watching for reactions and didn't seem to like that she wasn't laughing along. "Come on, bitch, let's dance." He stood and held out his hand to Rhonda, who cringed realizing he had just called HER bitch. For a moment she wanted to push back, stand her ground, but another elbow in her ribs stopped her thoughts.
"You lucky girl. Get him nice and hard so the rest of us can hope for a little time with him."
Her love of dance faded quickly as she went through the motions with Martin. It suddenly regained some meaning when he pulled her close and said into her ear, "You better relax and start enjoying your life or I'll make it miserable for you. Forget that loser. Remember, he left YOU. I bet you tried to contact him and there was no response." She shook her head. "Typical. Hey, all you did was suck a cock, not like you got laid or something. And he couldn't handle it. What would he do next week when I get on top of you and fuck you silly."
