How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 03

She let me drop to the floor before her and she stood grinning, swiveling her hips and biting a nail as I squirmed on the ground before her.

"Ten... " Through the pain in my balls and stomach I realized what Jackie expected and I stumbled to my feet and rushed to undress. Being the bitch that she is, as I hurried to obey she suddenly quickened her counting so that "4,3,2,1" came out as one rushed word.

I was down to my underpants and socks and Jackie just shook her head as she watched me finish. Once I was naked Jackie had me put my hands on my head and wait.

She stood smiling, enjoying my exposed and humiliating position. Her big, round breasts were just visible under her white vest top and when she jutted them forward they bulged against her top. Jackie looked so sexy and for some reason, lying crumpled on the floor next to the foot that had just kicked me was exceedingly erotic.

Jackie just stood, swaying her little torso seductively. Despite myself I felt my cock growing hard and Jackie laughed when I was fully erect.

"Fuuuuckin' pervert!... You rolled a 4. Get stroking your... erm... dicklet for 4 hours. No cummies... I'll be downstairs watching a movie with John... If I pop in and your dicklet is less than rock hard and desperate to cum, I'm gonna do everything I can to make Judy fuck Matt."

Jackie didn't even wait for a reply, just zipped up her tracksuit top and walked out of the room.

I didn't even know her husband was here. I stood for a while, overwhelmed by the whole situation. Shocked that Judy had told Jackie about our situation and feeling kind of swept off my feet by how fast events were overtaking me.

I didn't even know if Jackie could make Judy sleep with Matt, it was probably just another game to play with my fantasy, but I couldn't be sure. Bringing someone else into this situation was a very real step by Judy. Sure it was her best friend, but even so, the dynamics of long standing relationships were being changed here.

I took heart at Jackie's words because they implied Judy had not slept with Matt, or that's what they seemed to suggest to me.

In the end I lay on my bed and stroked my cock. In those four hours I relived my wife removing her panties in the burger bar, thinking about the fact that her aroused pussy had been naked under her skirt for the remainder of her day with Matt.

Could Matt smell her arousal?

I thought about how she had revealed her naked thighs in the burger bar and her intimate underwear and how unlike my sweet wife that behavior was.

And then I realized that right now she would be with Matt, wearing that 'sexy' T-shirt and dancing and flirting as the band played and I stroked my cock under the watchful eye of my 'baby sitter'.

I fantasized about Jackie dominating me and her vindictive kick to my balls, imagining her topless and actually being able to touch her full, round breasts. I thought about my boss Suzi seeing me like this and laughing.

For four hours my mind was filled with images of humiliation and servitude as I addictively stroked just to deny myself release over and over again.

Jackie popped her head round the door a few times, usually with some profound comment like "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya." or the like.

About 1am, Jackie tottered into the bedroom, drunk and slurred. She motioned for me to stand up and kind of jostled me forward to the shower. She was evidently much amused sitting on the side of the bath and blasting my erection with freezing water from the shower.

Once my cock shriveled up from the cold Jackie threw me a towel. I dried myself, shivering and then Jackie began wrapping shrink wrap around my hips and thighs. The end result was like I was wearing a very tight mini-skirt. Then I was led along to the spare bedroom and Jackie handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She pulled the duvet over me and patronizingly tucked it in around my shoulders.

With that profound comedy reserved for the perspective of the drunk, Jackie put a hand either side of my face and then slapped my cheeks alternately as she said "fuck... ing... los... er! Who... the... fuck... just... lets... a... wom... an... kick... him... in... the... balls... YOU" and then tottered off to bed, clearly very pleased with herself.

With Jackie gone I didn't immediately work out the point of the shrink wrap. I was handcuffed anyway. It was only when I awoke in the night with my cock aching that I realized it prevented me getting hard and cumming in my sleep. I lay anxiously imagining Judy with Matt and what it all meant, but I took comfort in everything that had happened.

I reasoned that all this effort on behalf of Judy; the show at the burger bar, the teasing and denial, fuck; even involving Jackie surely showed a giant investment in me and my unfortunate fantasy. But the threat of Matt subjugating Judy still gnawed at the back of my mind. I didn't sleep very well.

In the morning Jackie supervised my showering with a pragmatism that was disheartening in its complete lack of interest in me sexually. She was clearly hung over and bored and sat on the toilet watching me shower with bags under her eyes and an expression of bemused contempt. It was only after I had toweled myself dry and was about to put on my work trousers that she even spoke;

"Backwards, burger boy. Give the girls at work a reason to laugh at your pathetic, loser ass."

When I stared at her contemptuously she began to slide her sleeves up her fore-arms, a threat of a repeat of last nights swift kick to my balls, until I quickly obeyed.

Her conversation as she drove me to work was excruciating.

"Why don't you fucking man up? Seeing you sitting there with your fucking pants on backwards... fuck, you make me wanna slap you!"

Jackie glanced over at me, her eyes filled with anger, and then slapped me hard across my face. I just sat there.

"Why the fuck would Judy want to stay with a whining loser like you. I'd be doing her a favor finding her another man."

I looked straight ahead as Jackie's turned to glare at me. I heard her spit and felt her saliva splat against my cheek.

"Well! Fucking do something, you spineless wimp!" Jackie was shrieking at me in frustration.

When I didn't respond, Jackie suddenly grabbed my hair and banged my head off the dash board a couple of times.

"Fuck! You make me sick! What the fuck is wrong with you? Stand up for yourself. I'm a fucking 5 foot woman, you useless sack of shit!"

The drive seemed to last forever with Jackie silently fuming and me trying not to cry in front of her. Eventually she dropped me off at work with a "now fuck off" and I rushed to the toilets and swapped my pants around.

Luckily it went unnoticed but Suzi scolded me for not reporting in immediately.

That shift I decided it was time to sort out my future and my life and to regain my status as a husband, provider and lover.

Enough is enough. I don't know why, but having Jackie involved somehow felt too much. I think because with her it is not a gentle game but a vindictive pleasure to degrade me. Feeling her genuine contempt for my wimpy behavior made me give myself a good talking to, I guess.