Big Wife

A few years into the future...

Some say it all started with the ATMs. They were shut off after midnight because the men would drink and then make large withdrawals. Their wives protested. Big Brother fixed that problem. Next, the fitness trackers that people wore evolved into something else: They could report on a user's smoking and drinking activity. Then the banks were involved yet again. Divorce laws changed, and soon enough marriage laws did to. Employers got involved, and of course everyone loves increases in productivity. For once the Liberals and the Conservatives agreed on something. In the end, society itself was altered. Men weren't afraid of Big Brother-they were afraid of Big Wife...

Steven raced home, sweat forming on his brow. He was ten minutes late already, and he knew that his wife would be waiting for him when he got home. The grey hairs on his temples would soon have more company. He dared not ponder what would happen to him when he got home. The last time he did something like this, he lost his weekend privileges.

The auto-auto rolled into the driveway, and its passenger, Steven Cantor, emerged from the small, shiny vehicle. He grabbed his briefcase and his suit coat and ran into the white Cape Cod style home that sat at 1234 Surveillance Drive. His wife, her head down, was waiting in the living room, looking at the screen of her manometer.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Honey," he said, heading for the stairs.

"Not so fast," she said.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Let's track your progress today, shall we?" she said.

"Can we do that after dinner, please?"

"No. But we can do it now."

"Sure thing," he said as he sat down in the living room.

"I'm looking at your report, and it doesn't look good," she said robotically. "You were late to work, and during lunch you pulled $60 out of the ATM. Your metabolic rate increased during your 2 pm break. What happened?"

He nervously tugged on his computerized wrist band and then started to defend himself.

"I was three minutes late-I blame it on the auto-auto-nobody at work cared. You can tell that by my low stress levels after I got to work. As for the money, I spent seven dollars on lunch and the rest is in my wallet."

She didn't really care if he withdrew money from the joint account-almost all of their money was in her personal account. It was something else. She looked sternly at him while she tapped her foot.

"And during that break, my boss told me I was up for a promotion."

His wife hated that term, "my boss," because his boss at work was a female.

"Excuse me, Mister?"

"I, uh, mean the supervisor," he said, tripping over his own tongue.

She stared at him. "And just who are you talking to right now?"

"Mrs. Cantor, of course, ma'am."

"That's better. Now, when will you know if you get the promotion?" she asked.

"Friday, Mrs. Cantor."

"Friday," she said as she sighed. "Okay. Well, you better get upstairs and change into something more comfortable. Dinner will be ready at 6-don't be late."

"Yes, ma'am," he said and hurried upstairs to change his clothes and comb his hair.

Steven came down, wearing a short sleeved dress shirt, his hair styled and shiny. He came down, gave Mrs. Cantor a smooch on the cheek, and sat at the dining room table. It was just the two of them for dinner tonight.

"I made you your favorite," she said. "Macaroni and cheese."

"Oh boy!" he said as he hopped up and down in his chair.

"You were good today to get up for promotion," she said. "You're my handsome wee-wee."

He blushed. She hadn't called him that in ages.

"And?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"And what am I?" she asked.

"Um, you're my wet kitty, mat mat."

"That's better. You're sweet."

She paused to reflect. She remembered the time he pet her pussy bush when it was soaking wet and matted down. But then she peered across the table and saw the man for all that he was, for she knew everything about him. Sometimes she even watched him on camera while he was at work. She knew what his idiosyncrasies were, such as chewing gum after a meal or touching his toes after sitting for a long time. And she knew his weaknesses, every single one of them. She knew that he couldn't swim to save his life and that because of stress and high cortisol levels, he snacked throughout the day.

She looked across the table and saw a weak, soft shell of a man, and she hated him for what she saw. She had worked hard on improving him, but he just seemed to fail every time.

"You've got ten minutes to eat that dinner and then you're going for a walk around the block," she said.

"How many laps?" he whispered nervously.

"Fifteen, and I'm going to count them."

After he completed his laps, she lay on the couch to take a nap while he showered. It seemed as though the minute she closed her eyes, she fell fast asleep.

All of a sudden it was night. The room was turning, with one side ascending into the air as the other side dropped-back and forth the room seesawed. She was tossed all around in a most frightening way. She ran to look out the window, but all she saw was the livid sea boiling.

A moment later, she awoke, awoke to her heart racing. She was bewildered until she realized she wasn't in the midst of a storm at sea. She heard a beep. There it was again. She checked the manometer. Ahhh, she mused, he wasn't lying about being up for promotion. She went upstairs, a smile upon her face.

"Well, well, you weren't kidding about that promotion," she said. "Your possible promotion just showed up."

"Really, really, really?" he said with a grin.

"Do you want to know how much of a raise you could get?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, please tell me."

She looked into his eyes, and though she despised him, she told him.

"Two dollars an hour. That's some raise."

"Wow... That's an extra one twenty a week," he said, surprised.

"If you get it, that is."

"Yeah, if I get it," he said and moped off to the bathroom.

She yawned and went downstairs.

Back on the couch, she drifted off to sleep again. The breeze rushed through the windows and around the furniture. The sun set, and the stars were visible. The winds began to howl, and then all hell broke loose.

She coughed up salt water as she hung to the beam floating in the sea. An upswell lifted her up, and she thought she caught a glimpse of land. Then she dropped and a wave covered her, hair and all. She spat out the water and kicked with her legs. Then the sea around her rose again, and she saw land, the edge of a tropical island. All around her were boards, poles, barrels, and dark figures. A net floated near her, and she tried to avoid it for fear she would get caught in it and drown a horrible death.

She awoke suddenly, sweat covering her face and body. She let out one big breath, and immediately she breathed in, filling her lungs with air. She heard something, a strange noise. She picked up the manometer and was shocked when she saw the reading.

She hurried upstairs and into the master bedroom and banged on the bathroom door: bang! bang!

"Open up!" she cried. "Open up this instant!"

"I can't!"

"Yes you can."

"I can't. I'm using the bathroom!"

"I know what you're doing in there. Open up!"

"I can't reach the door."

She ran to her bedside table and rifled through the top drawer until she found the key. She shuffled to the door, and the next moment, she was unlocking the bathroom door.

"I caught you red handed!" she yelled.

"Oh my God!"

"What are you doing to yourself?"

"Nothing!"

"I can see what you're doing, Mister," she said as she pointed a finger at his organ. "Cowering won't cover it up."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It just happened by accident."

"That's impossible!" she shrieked. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"I am, I am!"

"Stand up!" she ordered.

"No! I can't."

"Get up now, Mister!" she commanded.

She walked towards him, ready to slap him silly, as he, exposed in every way, trembled with fear. She put her right hand around his erect penis and said, "This is MY play thing. You're not to waste your bullets when I'm not around to enjoy them."

"Yes, ma-ma'am," he stuttered.

She let go of him, to his surprise. Then she hitched her skirt up. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Masturbate to this," she said.

"W-w-what?" he stammered.

"Jack off to my pussy, now!" she told him.

He did as he was told, and she put her pussy up close to his face, so close he could smell her. Soon he came.

"You got your jism all over my leg!" she screeched.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Lick it off," she demanded.

"Gross!"

"Do it-now, Mister!"

He did her bidding.

"Swallow it"

"Huh?"

"Men used to make women swallow it. Now it's your turn."

He gulped it down. As soon as he did, she became sickened by his presence.

"Didja like it?" she asked in a teasing way.

"No...it was horrible."

"Good," she said. "At least you'll know better next time."

"Yes, ma'am" was all he said.

She thought for a short while.

"By the way you, we need groceries," she said matter-of-factly. "I'll make a list and you go to the store."

"But I went grocery shopping yesterday."

"Boy you better stop talking back! Go again-we need more food in this house."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better," she said. "We need some items from Martinelli's. You know, the one across town."

Soon, with a long list in his pocket, he was in the car and backing out the driveway, Mrs. Cantor peering out from an upstairs window. As soon as the car left the driveway, she turned her attention to other matters, pulling down the shades and grabbing her plastic dildo from the top drawer. She was already slick down there, and it felt good on the outside of her, and then it was in. She closed her eyes and was lost in a daydream...

She came to, laying face down on the warm sand, the moon lighting the stretch of beach. It was quiet except for the lapping of the waves. The strand had been smooth but now was littered with the ship's debris that had washed ashore that night.

Her eyes searched the man-made outlines but saw nothing of interest, that is until the sand shifted. It happened again over by the mast, and again near one of the sails. This time the sail moved-then moved part of the ship's deck. Just as the sea churned, so too the ground bulged. The ground seemed to live and move in the same way the sea did.

But this was not the case, for finally a figure stood, a strong silhouette against the stars. Then another figure stood tall. And then another. Still more. They stood motionless, steady, resolute.

She stood up and brushed the sand off her body, her figure making a feminine marker on the horizon. She shook her hair, long hair full and flowing. Then everything was still. Then it happened. Without warning, one form started moving. A second form started walking. All the figures began stepping toward her, all moving at a slow but constant rhythm. She was up against the water, some of the waves reaching her feet. She stood her ground.

The men seemed to be all around her. Finally one reached out and held her arms. He pulled her arms down, and so she bent over. Another man pulled her pants down and then slid her panties down to her ankles. Someone pulled her shirt part way off, exposing her breasts but covering her face. She was helpless now.

One of the men slid two fingers into her twat, wiggled them around, pulled them out, and then slid his fully erect penis into her so far that she almost fell forward. But she didn't because the man had ahold of her hips and two other men had her arms. The man inside her pumped her hard. He was rough with her. His hands were rough, and he was very strong. She felt that he hadn't even seen her face earlier and was just straight fucking her. She was glad when he came in her because he was hurting her. She started to cry when he shot hot cum deep inside her.

The next man was not so rough. He reached around and grabbed her left breast while he pumped her lightly. His hands were softer and gentler. She enjoyed this man, and she even relaxed a little even though she was being gang raped by these strangers. He lasted a long time, and when he finally ejaculated his semen into her, she was pleased.

The third man had a very thick dick, and he had difficulty getting it into her vagina. He pulled away and stuck his fingers, as many as he could, into her vagina. It hurt. Tears came to her eyes, but she stayed quiet. She was afraid he was going to get mad at her and beat the hell out of her. Eventually he crammed his cock into her. Thankfully he came fast and was through with her.

The fourth man grabbed both of her breasts. Afterward, he entered her and started pounding her. She was breathing hard. She had difficulty standing. Her legs were tensed but weak. Finally she came.