Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 27
Normally I dread Monday mornings. Considering my body was still in the
process of ridding itself of some residual alcohol, a souvenir of last evening,
and the fact that it was Monday morning, I felt strangely excited, eager to get
to work and dive into another exciting adventure featuring JJ, L-squared and
yours truly in a cage match with only one person standing when it was all over.
I made a mental note to stop watching wrestling; it was beginning to kill off
more brain cells than my drinking.
My mechanical children had been bad over the weekend and I was kept busy
well into mid afternoon before all was once more quiet on the Northern front.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully and I returned home a bit disappointed
that my services weren't yet required. The weather forecaster was gleefully
promising at least four inches of snow overnight followed by a drop in
temperature during the day, leading to well below zero by Wednesday morning. I
cannot describe how thrilled I was concerning this epic news.
I slept fitfully, waking two or three times, remembering the tail end of
my strange dreams that featured WooWoo, JJ and The Rock, not necessarily in that
order. I remember wondering why The Rock was wearing a bra and carrying a purse
as he entered the ring to face his opponents, a trio of midgets all wearing body
armor and standing on each other's shoulders to tower over him. Now that was a
match I might pay to watch; unfortunately the dream did not pick up after I went
back to sleep so all my unanswered questions would remain unanswered. Dreaming
could be a bitch some times.
The WooWoo dream was short and bittersweet. She was bent over my tub
getting an enema from her delivery system, but it wasn't me operating this
bizarre version that featured what looked to be an accordion that played God
Save the Queen as she got her fill up and waved her Stanford University pompoms.
In the other dream that unfortunately I could recall, JJ was sitting in her
cubicle typing away. She wasn't wearing anything below the waist and I stopped
to gawk. She looked up at me, frowned and darted her tongue out a distance of a
couple of feet to lick me. However it wasn't saliva that began coating my face,
it was something that burned like fire and I started screaming. I was afraid to
go back to sleep for fear that the dream might pick up where it left off, but
moments later I went under and remembered nothing more until I awoke to the
insistent whine of my clock radio, announcing it was time to rise and open my
eyes.
By Wednesday evening I was convinced that I had misinterpreted my
discussion wth Ms Landry concerning her plans for JJ's comeuppance, a word she
had used, and I thought to be so British. Just before I was about to trundle off
to bed, my co-conspirator rang me up. She was certainly a cool one, launching
right into the next phase of the plan without so much as a "by your leave", or
"how are you", or "I'm sorry for the delay in getting back to you". So while I
listened, biting my tongue, and she talked, the next part of the conspiracy
unfolded.
JJ would be visiting Ms Landry promptly at 9AM Saturday morning and, as
instructed, would be spending the remainder of the weekend until rather late
Sunday evening atoning for her totally unacceptable behavior in seducing the
husband of her niece, who also happened to be the daughter of a good friend of
L-squared. Then without missing a beat she told me she expected my presence at
her place before JJ's arrival. I groaned inwardly about the fact that I'd have
to get up extra early on one of my two weekly days' off to comply with her
request.
I tried to make it as easy on myself as I could by suggesting perhaps an
8AM arrival Saturday morning. Her voice took on a harder edge, one covered with
ice, as she replied. "I was thinking more along 8PM on Friday evening. That will
give us both a chance to have dinner and prepare ourselves for a rather
intensive evening; there is much ground to be covered before the arrival of my
secretary." Another of the occupants that time-shared my brain when it wasn't
operating started to laugh and didn't stop until L-squared asked if I had heard
what she just said.
Silly me, all I could do was nod into the phone as it dawned on me that
the lady from Dallas and I were going to be very busy covering lots of ground,
mostly in her bed. My mental miasma lifted slightly, just enough for me to reply
that I'd be delighted to see her on Friday evening at 8PM sharp. She gave me her
address which I carefully wrote down, along with precise instructions on how to
get there. Then there was a click and a dial tone crooned, or was it droned,
into my ear.
There I was with nothing but time on my hands for approximately the next
forty-eight hours. To show you how this particular male brain operates, be it
known that the majority of my conscious hours, that is those not taken up with
eating, sleeping, driving and working were almost entirely devoted to mentally
undressing Lilith Landry and fantasizing about her sex life. I had little to
work with except the knowledge that she had once been married, when and for how
long were unknown. Did her marriage fail because of her lack of interest in sex?
On the other hand was it the result of her unbridled lust for sex in all its
myriad forms which finally drove her exhausted husband to seek shelter in a
divorce? I leaned heavily towards the latter fantasy and Mikey, who was awake
more than normal, heartily concurred.
I spent many happy hours trying to figure out what my new playmate would
look like once I unwrapped her. I recalled her comment that she had JJ beat by a
couple of inches in the bust measurement department. Considering that JJ was
really built for comfort and her headlights were major league when it came to
size, I figured Lilith for a 42D, possibly even a double D. My mouth began to
water at the prospect of having those fat melons available for some licking,
kissing, sucking, biting, nibbling, gnawing, squeezing, rubbing, pinching and
any other way I could possibly stimulate them.
It was fun to wonder if her nipples were as fat and did they get as
stiff as JJ's did once I figured out the combination to her lock box. Did she
have a gut? If so, was it the kind that came from drinking plenty of beer and
stuffing one's face? I had noticed her healthy appetite at our dinner last
weekend. I opted for a belly that was gently rounded and acted as a porch to
keep the sun off that shaved, fat lipped cunt with the huge clitoris peeking
from the thick hood of flesh that guarded it from intruders such as myself.
Mikey was doing cartwheels and bumping his head against the fly on my slacks. My
little man was in the mood for some fun and games and was going to be very
difficult to control until then.
A low profile was the only way to go at work. I prayed for my machines
to throw a shoe or do anything that would give me a chance to leap into action
and forget about looking at my watch to discover that what seemed like an hour
had only been twelve minutes. My one great fear was that Ms Landry's computer or
other electronic goodies would go down, requiring my appearance. I wasn't all
that confident that I could behave myself in her presence, given the current
state of my mind. There was no one happier than this employee when it was time
to get away from the rabbit warrens for another weekend. On the way home my
euphoria turned into nervousness about my impending rendezvous with L-squared.
My appetite wasn't up to my normal high standards, and the prospect of
arriving at Lilith's place with alcohol on my breath was probably not the
smartest thing to do. My overnight bag was already packed and waiting. I'd
agonized over almost every item I'd stowed away in the leather satchel, which
was the classiest piece of luggage that I owned. I double checked the directions
she gave me, and even factoring in the weather, which wasn't too bad, maybe ten
above wih only a couple of inches of snow on the ground, it would take less than
a half hour to get to the address she'd given me on Old Shakopee Road in
Bloomington.
I had ten minutes to spare upon my arrival at Ms Landry's home, a two
story affair set back from the thoroghfare, reachable via a paved road that
ended at her circular driveway. I parked, leaving my satchel in the trunk,
walked up to the door and rang. I could make out the garage that appeared to be
attached to the side of her place. This was not your run of the mill suburban
breeding ground of a home; this one had some style and was well out of my league
when it came to price. I was so busy checking out her place that when the door
opened, I was looking over my shoulder, which must have made an excellent first
impression on my hostess and fellow plotter.
She ushered me into her tastefully decorated home. I couldn't help but
notice that she was wearing one of those robe-like coverings similar to what JJ
wore when we had our first tryst. I wondered what kind of a bedroom I'd
ultimately wind up in tonight, and hoped it was better than that stark,
cell-like room where JJ and I had initially cavorted, and later on where she and
Frances had lorded it over me.
L-squared wasted little time getting down to business, which made me
happy I'd left my overnight bag in the car. Nothing like acting overconfident
when the boss invites you over to her home to help her hatch a plot, and you
show up ready to do the nasty without even getting a hint from the lady that
it's an item on her agenda. I couldn't help noticing that Lilith was wearing a
subtle fragrance that must have cost a pretty penny. The bolder, the cheaper,
was my rule after spending many years being overwhelmed by inexpensive perfumes
worn by very expense dates.
Lilith made sure that I knew my place in the grand scheme of things;
yours tuly would play a rather challenging role, one I was decidedly unfamiliar
with. "You are here to provide muscle to support me in whatever I have in store
for this old trollop. I anticipate that you will have the opportunity to give
her a taste of brute force in some areas. I also expect you to give her a good
shagging on more than one occasion and most assuredly I expect you to give this
home wrecker a good taste of what it feels like to be taken anally. I am told
that done properly, it can be made a most traumatic and quite uncomfortable
experience."
A warning light went on in my head. It's one thing to be helping out
some, but it's something else to be the one doing the dirty work. I was many
things, but the word "rapist" had never been written in my dossier, and I didn't
plan on starting now after all I'd been through in the last few months. To her
credit L-squared picked up on my discomfort immediately. "I detect a feeling of
unease on your part about what I envision your role being in this little revenge
scenario. What seems to be the problem? You are essential to my plan and I'm
willing to discuss any type of reasonable compromise to guarantee your
cooperation."
She sat back and waited for my response. For a moment I was thinking of
taking off and going back to my crummy apartment and curling up with a bottle of
Jack and a good book. I most definitely did not need to be involved in her
little revenge plan in the capacity of a modern Igor, the hunchbacked assistant
to the good Dr.Frankenstein. Based on what I'd already experienced with JJ, this
one seemed to be cut from the same cloth; these two deserved each other.
"My bottom line is that rape is not an instrument for revenge in my
narrow little world. To be totally honest, violence sort of repels me as well.
The more I see and the more I experience, the less enamoured I am with it. On
the other hand I am discovering that humiliation, done properly, really tickles
the kinky side of my personality. It doesn't take much intelligence to beat the
hell out of somebody or to rape them for that matter. On the other hand it takes
lots of brains to devise a treatment that will stay with the person it's done to
for a very long time. My goal for JJ would be to have her dream about what
happened to her for maybe the next five years. That would really turn me on.
What your plan seems to require is someone who walks on his knuckles. That's not
me."
Lilith leaned forward and squeezed my hand as she broke into this huge
smile. "I knew I had you figured correctly. I am so happy for us both. Mr
Ellison, you have won the prize tonight and I can hardly wait, in one sense, for
tomorrow to come so we can put your ideas into the mix. I presume that you,
being the circumspect person I thought you were, have something of yours in the
car that should really be brought inside. Why don't you fetch it while I make us
something to ward off the evening's chill." The band inside my head struck up
the opening chords of Queen's "We Are the Champions" as I headed for my car to
bring in my satchel.
Unlike the situation with JJ, I got to unwrap my hostess in the bathroom
since she had hinted that a shower might be a refreshing way to break the ice
between us. She had a tremendous advantage because there was nothing to remove
once she shed her robe. So while I stripped, giving her the opportunity to note
that I did not possess a paunch, but I also was a bit deficient in muscular
development, she bided her time until little Mikey, now growing by the moment
popped into view. It was then that I got the grand unveiling. There were so many
things I wanted to simultaneously check out on my bedmate-to-be that it took a
moment to capture the whole picture.
Mikey came to attention very quickly as my eyes roamed over her
pendulous breasts with fat brown nipples that were hardening either from the
coolness in the bathroom (not likely), or her eagerness to get things going. She
did have a cute little pot belly and it did overhang a smooth mound of Venus, or
mons veneris for all you medical folk. Her cunt lips, if I may be so blunt and
bold, were slightly wrinkled and thick. Her clitoris was not as prominent as in
my fantasies, but as I would soon discover, it was more than adequate for
stimulating my partner to the heights which she wished to attain. In summation
she turned me on. To be honest it seemed I was beng turned on by more and more
women despite their flaws and failings. This was the kind of trend that I could
peacefully coexist with.
The shower was most invigorating. I had an erection that made me feel as
if I had a steel bar coming from my groin. It was actually poking up almost to
my navel, an impressive vote of confidence in the charms of Lilith Landry. We
made out under the avalanche of warm then hot water that poured down upon us
from the showerhead. I hefted her heavy breasts and thumbed those fat and now
very stiff nipples while her hands cupped my tight scrotum and played musical
chairs with my testicles. When we kissed, my cock started to jump and thump in
her hands as she slipped about a foot of hot tongue inside my mouth and began
stroking Mikey with a gentle rhythm that only got him crazier. I was seconds
away from one of those embarrassing social accidents, so I took the offense and
pinched her nipples until she backed off, freeing Mikey from the death grip she
had on him.
We helped each other get dry, patting our bodies down with big fluffy
towels that probably cost more than all of my bedsheets combined. To my surprise
she offered me a bathrobe; I had to admit that L-squared seemed to plan for any
eventuality. Soon I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. It was quite
large with an adjoining bathroom. From the large window one could see the lights
of cars negotiating the 494, moving to and fro from the twin cities area. We
crawled between the sheets and prepared to enjoy each other.
(To be continued)
