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Julie did not utter a syllable. She simply turned away and gracefully stepped into the shower. Mortified beyond belief, I stood there holding all pairs of Tra'mon's bikinis in my arms with my own wife's soaked panties resting on top of them.
It was truly a degrading slap in the face for me. Ashamed, I passively turned and walked out of the bathroom as my gorgeous blonde wife began her morning shower.
I was appalled by her actions. She was so casual and unconcerned about how this was making me feel, or so it seemed. It appeared the only thing on her mind was getting washed, dressed and ready for the young black man. For some reason, I expected Julie to at least apologize for not making it home on time for dinner. But, there was nothing. She said nothing about it.
Not a word would ever be said about it, either.
Degraded, I simply walked into the bedroom and placed the pile of dirty bikinis onto the floor near the door. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head hung in shame listening to the distant sound of Julie showering.
A fleeting hope that I might just be able to have a few words with my blonde wife after her shower was crushed 15 minutes later. As Julie emerged from the steaming bathroom, I looked up to see her scurrying into the bedroom with her bath towel hanging from her supple breasts. She ran to the chest of drawers and began pulling out articles of clothing. Her actions were those of a rushed maniac.
"Wh-Where are you going, Julie? I th-thought we might sit and talk for awhile." I sniveled.
Julie's frustration seemed to begin to reach a boiling state.
"Talk? I don't have time to talk, Richard. We have nothing to say right now. I've got to go to work for awhile, so just let it go!" Julie snarled.
Her sudden outrage silenced me. It was obvious that I was beginning to push her limits, and her "new rule" of not talking to one another so much was something she meant. I realized this now.
My wife stopped talking as she readied herself faster than I had ever seen before.
She put on a pair of new white spandex tights and the black thonged leotard club uniform over them. Julie added pink anklet socks and matching sneakers as she turned and faced the mirror to prepare her makeup. I watched humbly as I noticed her now massive, altered breasts pounding forward to proudly display her two black spade tattoos. When she coifed her long, brilliant blonde hair and added a thick coat of bright red lipstick to her lips I stared at her longingly. Julie noticed me looking at her from her view in the mirror.
"Stop staring at me like that, Richard. I'm getting sick of those sad puppy dog eyes." Julie scolded.
I had no words. I looked back down to the floor as my wife gathered a few extra things from her bureau and shoved them into a large gym bag.
"We'll be back by three. My boss says he's leaving the gym early today." Julie warned as she turned and darted out the door.
Like a love sick puppy, I decided to go to the window this time and watch my blonde wife leave with the young, black stud. It wasn't that I wanted to add more humiliation to my already beaten mental state. I simply couldn't believe how much Julie had changed. I was awed my the changes to her once flawless body, and I was in shock by the changes to her demeanor.
Things were beginning to feel different now. Unfortunately for me, though, this wouldn't be more than a glimpse of what was yet to come.
end. chapter 25.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 12 years agoSmith and Wesson
Of course, that would end a great story.
Anonymousabout 12 years agoTrey should make Richard suck his dick in front of his Julie; then cum in his mouth.
spyintheskyabout 12 years agothe 'wow' comment below probably explained my feelings more succinctly than did I, my being a little tired at the time, (but glad you understood what I was saying). My feelings entirely, its the promise and potential that keeps bringing us back but it seldom being properly explored that frustrates us when we do. It certainly leaves us wanting more but please not more of the same all the time.
One moment is vivid in my mind. When wimp watched J outside the club servicing Trey I was convinced when his 2 associates came over that they would ask him something as they eyed J and T would turn to her say something and she shaking her head, then he saying it again clearly more firmly and she reluctantly pulling down the top of her dress revealing her breasts to the men who would react accordingly and then being invited to feel the goods. Can you imagine the effect that would have on wimp watching, he wouldnt have to tell us he was shocked, humiliated blah blah blah we could share it with him. We could feel how T was wearing down her self respect and resistance and imagine what else was going on in the club itself. Instead wimp fell asleep soon after. A little moment but yet so potentially erotic and illuminating about the various characters, interactions and their emotions without having to simply use the same old words. As they say an image speaks...
Anonymousabout 12 years agoI liked this for a quite a while, but now it is getting so boring, i kind of scan it when i see it to see if it is going anywhere, can't we have something like this guy cracking tra mon or whoever he is in the back of the head with a brick or something, can't we have some kind plot twist or is it too late for that, gods and this had good promise too
Anonymousabout 12 years agoI literally agree word for word with spyinthesky's assessment. I love the promise of the story almost more than the story itself, if that makes any sense. I'm in total agreement that the most erotic parts seem to be left completely to the readers imagination. Which is okay for a while, but eventually there has to be some payoff. The husband washing underwear and cleaning spit up off the floor is fine, but IMO it shouldn't be the entire focus of the story. I don't think I'm alone when I say that what's going on between Julie and Trey (and his other women) is much, MUCH more interesting. The club, the fitness center, the other women of the condo, and, obviously, the sexual relationship between Trey and his women are the themes that keep me coming back to the story. But unfortunately they seem to be forever destined to remain background while Richard does laundry and complains about what a bully Trey is.
I hope the author doesn't take offense to my criticism. I still love the story. It's just that I REALLY love what the story could be (or what I hope the story is going to become)...
