Millie and Jake Ch. 03

For the first few days after his arrival home, Jake was not a problem: he slept. He slept ten hours a day. The rest of the time, the time he didn't spend in the sack; he ate, watched cable TV—that Millie had just gotten hooked up the week before; and at night, before he slept, he fucked his wife into insensibility for a good hour. Well, a man who had had virtually no real sex for two years is more than likely to have a monster libido.

Millie had felt sorry for her husband, so for the first week, she had explained to Jill, she was going to pamper him. Not spoil him, she'd lower the boom after that amount of time, but until the week was up, she was going to sate his appetites and cater to his needs. The week was going to be up tomorrow.

The bistro was called The Horn. Passersby had no problem with the name of the place: the neon sign that topped the entrance featured a medieval page blowing; you guessed it, a horn. But the regulars knew that the name represented something else entirely: an essential part of the male anatomy.

The name of the place or the implications that might be drawn from various wild inferences related to the name of the place, were not the reasons that it had become the hangout for Millie and Jill and their entourage. The reason was the food, the drink, and the service. It was good and the place sported a certain quiet ambiance that suited them. Well, it was quiet except for Friday and Saturday nights: those were the pickup nights, and the origin for the more colorful definition of the place's name.

"So tomorrow you sit him down," said Jill.

"Yes," said Millie. "It's time. I think he understands his position and his limits. I do love him. I will always love him. But, I am not going to live my life in his shadow, nor any man's. So if he wants to remain married to me, and I know he does, it's going to be by my rules. Rules I might add that are carbon copies of yours, Jill."

"Go girl," said Jill. "Sock it to him." She laughed out loud.

Millie looked horrified. "Jill!"

"Oh girl, I am only joshin' yuh," she said. "Jake is one lucky cat to have you. I know a lot of women who would have fucked him over good for less than what he did to you. But, you stood by him, protected him, defended him. Now, your relationship will move to a new level, and I am betting that he will never spend another night in the can or steal another car or do anything worse than burn the casserole."

"Damn straight," said Millie. "Say, where the heck are Sam and Andy? They were 'sposed to be here an hour ago."

"To your right coming in the door," said Jill.

"Where the heck have you guys been?" said Millie.

"Peeved are we," said Sam. "Well, I've been deprived of the company of the woman I most care for all week, so I'm a little peeved too. She'd said something about a husband or something, I'm not sure." Sam laughed and looked directly at Millie when he did it.

"Careful, big boy, I might have to punish you." She smiled when she said that, but he knew she was more than capable of delivering a stinging switch to the bottom if provoked. It was one of her kinkier fetishes these days; something she had picked up from Jill. He was certain her friend, the wicked witch of the west, was the one who had sicced her on him.

"Don't whine, Sam," said Jill. "You know that Millie had to spend time with her man. Hang loose and behave; you'll get yours."

"We still on for tomorrow night, Mil," said Sam ignoring Jill.

"Is anybody gonna order a drink around here. I need a drink," said Andy.

"Yes, Sam we're on. Pick me up at 8:00."

"Got it," he responded.

******

Jake was pacing back and forth. His wife had gone out and left him for the first time. He couldn't complain; she'd been great to him all week. It had been just like he'd dreamed for two full years. If he died tomorrow, he thought to himself, he'd be content. But all of that begged the point that she wasn't with him now.

He also knew that tomorrow was discussion day. Discussion day was a euphemism for having the law laid down for him. Laws he'd have to obey. Millie was a changed woman; she was not to be trifled with.

She sure was exciting too in her new persona. He had to admit that he liked the new her.

Except for the sex, life in the house was becoming a bore. It was a whole lot better than the joint, but it was still boring. He had to figure out something to keep him engaged when he wasn't on the job. Well, at least he'd' already gotten a job, but he didn't start till Monday, this was Friday. He was going to be a mechanic.

******

The four of them were talking animatedly: the first round of drinks was history.

"How's Danny taking it, you know adjusting?" said Millie.

"Good. About like Jake I suppose," said Jill. "He isn't going to like me going out all of the time like we do, but he knows that he has no say. I have come home and found him masturbating in the bedroom twice now, and he's only been out a week. How strange is that? I mean he has me, the best pussy he'll ever get to push his cock into, and he's masturbating! I tell yuh, Millie, if I wasn't such a nice person, I'd kick his black ass out in a New York minute! And I ain't shittin' yuh. But, being the military genius that I absolutely am, I had an idea."

"Do tell," said Millie. "This I gotta hear."

"Well..."

******

Millie arrived home at about 2:00AM. Jake met her at the door. He had the expectant look of a puppy whose owner was finally home to supply the affection that was naturally its due.

"Hi Honey," said Jake. "Did you have fun with your friends?"

"Yes, thank you Jake," she said. "Have you done anything today? Are you okay?"

"No, not much, but yes, I'm fine," he said. "I know what you were saying about it getting boring. It is, at least when you're not here."

She smiled at him. "I think we are going to have to sit down tomorrow," she said, "and straighten you out a little bit. It's getting to be time."

"I know. I'm not going to like it much am I?" he said.

"Hmm, maybe," she said. "In the long run it's for your own good and for your own happiness if it comes to that," she said.

"Oh, well good," he said, a tad of sarcasm seeping into his voice.

She arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Be nice. I love you, but I am the boss. We've talked about this, remember, in the prison just a couple of weeks ago."

He nodded. "I know. It just takes a bit of getting used to, I mean my wife being my warden," he said.

"Are you going to be here tonight?" he said.

"No, I have to work. "And, don't forget, you are starting work at the shop next Monday. Jimmy needs a good mechanic, and if you know anything it's cars," she said.

"Yeah, I guess. I wish I were more into the work thing. I think that's going to be boring too. Boring's not good for me," he said.

"Well, I am going to do a couple of things to get rid of most of the 'boring' in your life beginning tomorrow," she said.

"Why does that scare me," he laughed.

"Hmm, don't know, but I mean what I say," she said.

The sex that night was limited to him eating her out. He loved doing it, his good luck; but he'd like to have been able to fuck her too. But she was too tired having worked the three to midnight shift at the market.

They slept hard. It was good Jake got another good night's sleep; there were gonna be a lot of sleepless nights in his future.

******

He came down for breakfast. He could smell the French toast, his favorite, from the bathroom in the back of the house.

"Mornin'," said Jake, plopping down in his usual chair at the kitchen table.

"Good morning to you, mister," said Millie. She shoveled two slices of the fried delicacy onto a plate and delivered it in front of him at the table. While he spread the butter and poured the syrup, she went to the coffee maker and poured him his daily ration of java.

"Thanks a million, dear wife, I was hungry," he said as he raised the piping cup to his lips for that most wonderful first taste of morning coffee. "Ahh."

She watched him relish his breakfast. "I'll be home by 5:30 today," she said. "We'll talk then, okay?"

He looked up at her, slowed his chewing and nodded. He well knew it was going to be weird. He was at odds with himself in trying to decide whether he was more concerned or more excited about the talk that they would have.

Although Millie did not know it, or even at this point really even suspect it; he was glad she was taking the reins in the family; he was glad she was his warden; he was determined to obey her in all respects. That she might overdo it was his only concern. That she might at some point leave him, even though she had assured him she never would, was his most gut wrenching fear. He'd rather spend the rest of his life in prison than never be able to see her again; nothing could hurt so much as that.

They talked about everything as they ate. "I love you," she said finally, as she got up to finish dressing and leave for work. She was scheduled 8:00 to 5:00.

******

The day passed slowly for Jake. Finally, he heard the car pull into the driveway. He glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall; she was home.

She came in and heaved a giant sigh. "Long day," she said aloud to her husband as she settled into a chair at the table and waved hello to him. He was leaning against the counter ten feet away.

She was still in her work clothes. Jake looked at her and wondered how many times she was hit on during a given day; had to be a lot, he thought.

"Can I get you something." said Jake.

"Well, it's five o'clock somewhere, as the song says. Oh, it's five o'clock here! How Jolly is that. I could use a glass of wine if you wouldn't mind."

"Mind? Like there's some chance of that," he said smirking. He went to the crystal decanter and poured her a glass of her favorite dago-red.

"Get yourself something if you like, Jake, please. Then, come sit here with me," she said.

He considered it. He opened the fridge and caught a bottle of Lite and sat down across from her.

"Before I start, Jake, is there anything you'd like to say, tell me. Is anything bothering you, you know, that I should know about?"

"I guess—I'd just like to say that I love you. And—"

"And?"

"And, I just don't want you to leave me. No matter what. I'll do anything you say; I just couldn't stand not having you with me, as my wife," he said.

She smiled indulgently at him. "I suppose my going out at night with other men might cause you to fear that that might happen," she said. "Nevertheless, it is the one thing you do not have to fear. I hope that soon you will be able to rid yourself of that particular concern; it has no basis."

He breathed easier.

"Anything else," she said.

He looked as though he were twisting and turning inside. There was something and he was afraid to express it.

"Jake?"

"There is one thing. It's crazy. But It has bothered me for a long time," he said.

She looked quizzically at him; this didn't sound good. "And that is?"

"You remember the second time we used the trailer, back at the prison, you remember?"

"Yes. I thought what we did was pretty good," she said. "It was for me. But—not you?"

"No-no, the sex was great. With you it's always fantastic," he said. "It's one of the reasons that I know that I could just not live without you."

"Jake!" She was growing impatient with him.

"Well, I noticed when we undressed that you weren't wearing your wedding ring. I haven't been able to get that out of my head. At the time it saddened me, actually terrified me. I was afraid I was losing you."

She sagged back into her chair. Her arms dropped straight down to her sides in a demonstration of surprise and exasperation. "My gawd!" she said. "Jake, and this is the truth, I wasn't wearing it that day because I had taken it to the jewelers to be cleaned and polished. It had nothing to do with another man or leaving you or anything," she said. "My gawd! That was so long ago! For you to not have said anything—

"Listen to me, dear. If anything like that ever bothers you again, I demand that you tell me. And, I demand that you tell me immediately. Got it?"

She could see he had unburdened himself. His relief was palpable.

"Got it," he said.

"Okay, is that all then? Last chance," she said.

"Yes, I guess that's it," he said.

"Good. Then stand up," she said.

"Huh?"

"Stand up, dear. Don't make me say it again."

He did as she said, but his knitted brow made it clear he was confused.

"Now, take off your pants," she said.

"Huh?"

"Jake, from now on if I say something please listen and do whatever is indicated. Can you possibly deal with that?" Her tone was one of yet more exasperation.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants stepping out of them as he did so.

"Your underpants too," she said.

This time he didn't hesitate. Her tone made it clear she was not in a "repeating her instructions" mood. He pushed his underpants down and off and stood naked from the waist down in front of her, vulnerable and erect: that is his penis was erect.

"Good. I see you're excited. That is also good. You are indeed my horny little cuckold," she giggled. "Now sit down for a little bit."

He resumed his seat.

"We've talked some before," she said, "but now we are going to fill in the gaps and the details. You may ask questions this afternoon. But, after this there will be none of that; there will only be your obedience. Is that clear enough for you?"

He nodded his assent. He was worried and excited and confused and very afraid to say anything that might set her off.

She noticed his concern. "Don't worry, Jake. In the long run you will love our new arrangement. I've done the research and there is a ton of it out there. I know you, and you are at heart not the macho butthead that got himself convicted and sent to prison. In actuality you're my pussyhwipped little fellow who loves his hot wife even more than he loves sex or himself or cars or any of it. Well, I love you too. I also have learned to love cock. I love knowing you are squirming and wiggling and worrying and hoping that I will share some of what I love with you. Well, stop worrying; I will share with you," she said. "The one monster requirement is that you obey me in all things henceforth. Any questions so far?"

"No ma'am."

"Okay. This evening you are going to begin learning to deal with denial."

"Denial?"

"Yes. You are not going to be able to put your cock into my pussy again for a while."

"But, honey—I need—I mean will I..."

"Will you ever get to? Certainly. But, only when I say so."

She could see he was paralyzed with disappointment. "You need to trust me, Jake. I know it won't be easy at first, but you will soon learn to know your place and adjust to your initial frustrations," she said.

"Geezsus!"

She smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly, because she knew him. He needed this; he was just afraid of it.

"Let's talk a little about your status as a parolee, on parole to me."

"Yes, will I be able to get out of the house once in a while? I mean before my sentence is up?" He was already begging.

"No, Jake. I am not letting you get your ass thrown back into prison, and you would be; they would find out and it would be all over for you. By that I mean, you will be back in the slam for the full ten years of your sentence, and I would divorce you forthwith. I will not waste my time visiting a two-time loser; it ain't happenin'. And, I will never again be put in a position to have to visit my husband who is in prison. You better be getting this. More than one hundred feet from the edge of this property and I will turn you in myself. Your risk taking days are over, Jake. Am I understood?"

"Okay. I understand, and you're right," he said. "I'll be good."

"You absolutely will be good or else. I am going to take stern measures, Jake, to make sure of it. You will obey me. You will obey me no matter how unpalatable or humiliating or frustrating it may be for you. Trust me; I mean it," she said.

"Yes, ma'am, I won't disappoint you. I promise," he said. "I've behaved like shit; I know that. I know I threw a monkey wrench into our lives by getting myself sent up. I will do whatever you say no matter what. Just love me, girl, it's all I need."

"Good, Jake. You have my love. Now, I have a little surprise for you, a present actually."

He brightened. She giggled the giggle of a haughty princess.

She reached behind her. She picked one of two, small, innocuously wrapped packages that were sitting on the miniature credenza. He hadn't noticed the packages before; his attention had been focused on her alone.

"Go ahead; open it," she said.

He did. He took out the contents and his face fell. His mouth hung open in shock. "But..."

"Yes dear, it's for you. You will be wearing it twenty-four-seven. Every once in a while I will let you out, and you will be able to cum even maybe fuck me. But, that will be when it suits me, and you will not under any circumstance even so much as attempt to take it off. The punishment for that will be very, very severe."

He was doing his best to swallow, but his throat was too dry. "Honey, please; I beg of you, please."

"No, Jake, you are condemned to wear this little cock cage most of the time possibly for the rest of your life. Get used to it. I know it doesn't seem like it now; but in the long run you'll be glad. You must trust me. I know what's best for you; I really do," she said.

"Now, Jake, go get me a tray of ice cubes and a small dish towel," she said.

He moved like one in a trance. He emptied the cubes into a small bowl and brought them to her with one of the dish towels that was hanging by the refrigerator.

"Stand in front of me, Jake." He did so and his pole almost touched her neck, but there would be no relief for him this day. He was beginning his life of servitude as a married and willing cuckold husband.

Placing the cubes on the towel, she held the package of ice and cloth under his penis and ball sac and wrapped it securely around both. Jake winced in surprise and discomfort. "Geezsus, that's cold!" he said.

"Of course dear, ice is cold. But, it will make your penis shrink enough to get your cock into your cage," she said.

He started to cry. Jake was learning, but he was also having a very difficult time controlling his emotions. His cock shrank rapidly with the ice cubes doing what they were called upon to do.

"Good," said Millie, "That should do it." She slipped the tight fitting nylon sleeve over his shrunken cock and encircled his balls with the attached strong nylon mini-strap which was secured to the sleeve with a tiny platinum padlock. She held his imprisoned cock and balls in her hand and inspected them. "That should do it," she said. "No more erections for a while. Should keep you good and horny on a permanent basis.

"Does it hurt or pinch or anything?" she asked, not wanting him to suffer needlessly.

"No ma'am," he said. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt, I guess." He was doing his best to hold back the sobs.

"Kneel down, Jake." He did as she said. She wrapped her arms around him and comforted him. She cuddled him and spoke to him as she would a baby or the love of her life. It occurred to her in the doing that her Jake was a bit of both.

"We have one more gift for you my little cuckold." She reached around once more to the credenza. Picking up the other package, she gave it to him. He began to open it.

He looked at the contents and was about to say something, but didn't. The panties were each a different pastel color: pink, yellow, lavender, and green. "I have to wear these don't I," he said.

"Yes, dear, you do. Choose a pair now and put them on. You will only be wearing panties from now on. Your male underwear are history."