Millie and Jake Ch. 04

Monday morning Jake was up early; it was his first day of work. He had to keep the job; it was one of the requirements of his parole, so he couldn't afford to be late. Even if it had not been a requirement, he was under orders from Millie to keep it and to do a good job, so he would. He was getting used to following orders, and she was getting used to giving them.

Jimmy Dawson was the owner operator of the auto shop that employed Jake. A competent but tired gentleman at sixty, he'd seen his best years and was looking forward to retiring at some point in the not too distant future. He had been looking for someone with the skills to fix the damn cars and not steal him blind while in the process. He'd gone through a half dozen so-so mechanics who were much better at larceny than at setting engine timings. He was taking a chance by hiring a con.

Jake had gotten the job, as a result of Jill Reynolds' lover Andy Rush. Jim Dawson knew Andy when the latter was a high school kid who used to hang around his shop.

Jimmy fixed the Rushes' cars and later Andy's car in particular. Andy had been short, and weird, and a nerd who had but one friend in the world: Ray Seward.

Raymond Seward was a guy who had no friends either, other than Andy, and nothing to recommend him while in high school. Tall, gangly, and totally shy, Ray Seward, however, though later, acquired a special talent: he could make money as though by magic.

With the advent of the computer revolution, Ray became a day trader. Raymond, with Andy and his computer close at hand, became a millionaire by the time he was twenty-six, ditto Andy. He was now that many times over as was Andy. The two of them had put some money into Jimmy's shop at a time when money was short and Jimmy had nearly lost the business. For their largesse they were accorded special treatment when their cars were sick.

When Jake and Daniel were paroled, Jill prevailed upon Andy to help get Jake the job.

Jake had arrived on time, a good sign, Jimmy would quip later. And, the twenty-seven year old newbie seemed to understand what he was talking about when he gave him things to attend to, also a good sign. Now, if the new hire could only keep his hand out of the till, and refrain from doing jobs on the side that robbed Jimmy of business and customers; things would be looking up.

At noon, Millie, who had the day off, showed up with lunch for her hubby. He'd gone off without any. Since he was not allowed to go anywhere but to the shop and home; he had no way to get food without bringing his own: he'd forgotten to pack it and was starving when Millie arrived.

"Thank gawd!" he said

"Belly growling is it, mister," said Millie laughing at his evident gastric distress.

He ate and they talked. Jimmy was introduced to the comely wife of his employee.

"Okay, honey buns," she said, "you be home on time. I will be going out tonight, and I'll want to talk to you first. Okay?"

Jake looked up when she said this, but only nodded.

"Okay then, see you fiveish," said Millie and she was gone.

******

"So, tomorrow's the night," said Jill.

"Yes, I feel funny. I am so close to the two of them that I think it has to happen. I mean them meeting each other," said Millie.

"How do you think Jake will react," said Jill.

"He'll be nervous. I will be too. He'll have a hard time liking Sam, but it will be a beginning. They can't remain essentially tacit mysteries to each other forever. No, it's time. They'll meet. Then, Sam and I will do our thing."

"You mean fuck," said Jill.

"That too. That'll work. Right?"

"Why are you asking me? I think it may be too soon, but you know your man better than I. Sam of course won't be a problem: he's banging you, but Jake? I'm not sure, I just don't know," said Jill. "You've got bigger balls than I've got."

"I think I might be the most nervous one of the tree of us, big balls or not," said Millie.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Andy asked me to tell you. Raymond has asked about you. He wants to see you again if you're game. Whaddya think?"

Millie looked at her friend with a trace of surprise. "Really? He hasn't called or anything since that first date. I mean it was good, but you'd have thought that he would have called by now. Tell Andy to have him call me. I'll make up my mind between now and then.

"By the way," said Millie, "the package arrived today."

"You mean your new..."

"Yes, the kennel. It's still in the crate. Do you think that you could have that friend of yours that put yours together come over when I get ready to have mine put together? You know maybe while Jake's at the shop?" said Millie.

"Isaac, yes, sure bet," said Jill. "Where is yours now, not in the house?"

"No, the garage. Jake won't notice it until it's together and ready for him to occupy on those special occasions."

"Like when you bring Sam home for slam bang evening," said Jill, "with emphasis on the bang."

"Like that," said Millie. "I am not quite ready to trust him yet with me and Sam naked in the house and him there. I don't think that he'd do anything, but I have to be sure before I risk it. Jake would tear Sam a new asshole if he let himself get out of control," said Millie.

"Yeah, got the same problem with my man. He's seen his though. I have it in the garage all set up. That's where he'll be staying whenever I bring any of my lovers home," said Jill. "Well, at least until I am sure he can handle it. I really would like him to watch at some point, you know, me getting it, but it'll be a while. Gawd! won't that be hot, Andy or some other stud doing me and my husband trapped in the same room squirming and wiggling wishing it were him poking me! I swear, girl, I could almost get off thinking about it."

"Me too," said Millie. "May I ask? How did Daniel react to seeing it, his kennel?"

"Not well, to tell the truth. We argued big time. He got the message though. He, both of our boys, are trapped. They are cons with limits on their movements. They have no sexual rights except those we allow. It's tough for them. Normally, I would have spanked his black ass for sassing me, but—"

"But, we have to allow for the occasional venting of their overloaded psyches: kinda let the steam out of the pressure cooker," said Millie, getting her drift.

"Exactly," said Jill.

******

Jake was home by 5:15. Millie met him at the door.

"How was it?" said Millie.

"Good. It's a job. The old guy had me runnin' every which where, but it was good. Nothing I couldn't handle. I mean I do know cars. He does too, by the way; I'd say he's a genuine top mechanic."

"Well, that's good to hear. Jill will be glad to know it seems to be working out."

"Yeah, I will make it a point to thank her when I see her," he said.

"Jake, I have something to tell you."

"Uh-oh, don't like the sound of that," he said.

"No, it's nothing bad. It's just, well, I need you to meet someone," she said.

"Who?" he said, while pulling a Lite out of the frig and popping the top.

"My lover, it's time you met," said Millie.

"Oh my, Millie, I don't know. Does he know about me? I mean all about me?"

"Huh?" said Millie.

"You know, my cock cage, my panties. Does he know all of that kind of stuff, my place here?"

"Oh. Yes, pretty much. But he knows better than to push your buttons. You don't have to worry about Sam. Besides, you are doing all of that stuff for me. It's for you and me, not him or anyone else," said Millie. "All of it is only to get you into a better, more law abiding mind set. I know I said it was a life sentence, and it may be, but you might get paroled out them some day. You never know, but don't be counting on it. Okay? And, Jake, you will always be a cuckold; it's your reality now."

"Millie, I know I'm a cuckold. I know I have no power or say about my place in your life, but I really don't want to meet the guy. I mean I really don't. I might not be able to control myself," said Jake.

"It's not up to you. You need to grow up and get with the program. Am I clear?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Millie felt unsure of his attitude, even a little queasy, but he had surrendered in the end, so she was more or less satisfied for the moment. It suddenly came to her that Isaac would have a job to do tomorrow: Jake would be unable to "lose" it if Isaac did his job right, and she knew he would.

"You will be rewarded if you're good," she said finally. She looked askance at him and he seemed to soften and give in. She was confident he had. To Millie, Jill's misgivings now seemed to have been overreaching.

I will be bringing him by tomorrow night. The way it's going to be will be humiliating for you, but that's part of your life now, big boy: sexual humiliation. I think it is going to be so hot!

Jake for the life of him could not restrain his cock from agreeing with his wife. She saw him straining and smirked. "Looks like 'Mr. Johnson' wants to agree with me," she said.

Jake was red faced and speechless.

******

Sam was scheduled to meet Millie for drinks at the Horn at 7:00. He was a bit early so he took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. It came; he drank, and Millie arrived.

She tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention. "How are we doing?" she said, as he set his bottle down.

"Oh! Good," he said. "I got here a little early."

"Yes, I see, and you started the party without me," she said laughing.

"No-no," he said, "I—let me order something for you."

"Red wine," said Millie.

He ordered and they moved to a table away for the traffic in the bar.

"So, how was your day?" said Sam.

"Good. A regular work day. You know how that is. I had a little talk with Jake when I got home this afternoon," said Millie.

"Really? About what?" said Sam.

"About meeting you," she said.

He started to say something, but she held up her hand to stop him. "Let me finish. I know you're nervous about meeting my husband, but it has to happen at some point; I want that to be tomorrow night," said Millie. Her tone indicated that there really wasn't going to be any discussion of the matter; it was closed and a done deal for all intents and purposes.

"Millie, I will do whatever you say, but I don't know; I'm real nervous about this one."

"Well, it's Jake that's got the reason to be nervous not you," said Millie, "so stop arguing with me. It's tomorrow night before we do our thing."

He nodded his reluctant surrender.

******

Sam got up early the next day. Both he and Millie would be off. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the meeting scheduled for that evening. He was upset and not afraid to say so. He'd never met the wimp-ass hubby, but he knew a lot about him. What was most on his mind in terms of his adversary—which is how he saw him—was the fact that he was married to the woman he wanted to marry. There was an eensy teensy problem however, the guy was twice his size, he was just out of prison, and he knew how to handle himself in a set-to. Well, at least he was the bull, not the wimp cuckold, he reminded himself.

Millie puttered around the house. Jake was at work, and she was waiting for Isaac to come and put the kennel together. She had originally thought that the garage, like Jill's, was where she would put it, but she had changed her mind. It would go in the den: the room was large enough. They'd once had an oversized parrot cage that actually hung from ceiling hooks. The parrots had died because neither she nor Jake had a clue about raising exotic birds, but the hook was still there and it might be strong enough to hold the cage and it's intended contents—Isaac would know.

Isaac arrived at 10:00 as arranged.

"Hi," said Millie, "you must be Isaac."

"Yes. Hear you gotta bird cage to hang. A big one."

"Yes, but it is still in the crate. Same as Jill's," said Millie.

Having given him an outline of what she needed, Millie got out of the man's way and let him get to it. Periodically she brought him iced tea, sandwiches, and once her carry phone when he'd gotten call from another customer.

Because of its size, 4'X4'X3', it had to be assembled in the den.

"So, can it be hung from up there?" said Millie when the time came for the placement of the cage.

"Yeah, I checked. Whoever put that hook up there did a good job. The hook is part of a flat piece of steel two-foot square on the topside of your six-inch thick concrete ceiling, and the ceiling is also reinforced. And, since, like I say, the concrete is steel reinforced in the first place, that hook could hold a thousand pounds and not feel the strain," he said.

"Wow," said Millie. "We just rent the place. We liked it because it was bigger than an apartment and has a yard. But, I had no idea that the place was that well constructed. I didn't even know it had a thick concrete ceiling; maybe my husband did, but I didn't."

"Oh yeah, it's well constructed. Gotta wonder if the original owner was paranoid or somethin' they way whoever it was had this place built. A typhoon could plow through here and this house would not even notice it. The windows and stuff might be blown out, but the house would be laughing in the wind if you get my drift," he said.

"Wow!" said Millie.

"I've installed the power hoist you wanted to raise and lower the bird cage. It's got enough power to do the job and not take up any significant space as you see. The line travels down the corner of the wall into the on/off-raise/lower switch over there. It'll be easy to clean now. Birds can be messy, I know," he said.

"Yes, they can. We've had them before, but that was a long time ago," she said.

******

Originally there had been a pool table and a wet bar in the den, but those had long been removed by the landlord and taken away to who knew where. Millie and Jake used it as a TV room and a place to lounge around. There was a seven-foot couch and a smaller love seat that were situated along two of the walls. In the center of the room was an old, oaken, oval-shaped table with four equally old, heavy, and armless straight backed chairs. In the early days of their marriage, Jake used to have poker parties once a month in the den with some of his more unsavory buddies: the same buddies who were indirectly responsible for his doing his time at Chico.

Millie went to the wall and pushed the on-button and experimented with raising and lowering the cage. Smiling inwardly; she was satisfied. Now, the big challenge: getting her husband to allow himself to be on display while locked up inside of it. The indignity of the proposal would challenge her most strenuous female wiles and efforts. If she could do it, she thought, the war was won, not just a singular battle. The thought of the upcoming struggle scared her spitless. But the die was cast. Five hours to go to zero hour.

******

"Hi dear," he said, as he slumped into his usual seat at the table, exhausted from his day on the job. He'd hardly even looked at her before taking his seat. She brought him his usual Lite, and stood in front of him as he gratefully took his first swig. He stopped mid-swallow and almost spit the yellow-pepsi all over himself.

"Fucking-geezsus!" he said. "You are gorgeous this afternoon!"

And she was. She wore a very low cut, strapless, lavender sundress; it was barely knee-length. Her black heels were three-inch spikes. Her lips were painted bright red, and her eyes perfectly made up and made to be as sensuous as possible. Her nails, fingers and toes, were painted to match her lips. Her perfume was soul shattering.

Millie had made it to first base. She'd give him about half a minute before, she was certain, his caged cock would begin to throb as it tried to harden and become erect. His cock would fail to achieve its objectives driving him even deeper into sub-space than he doubtless already was.

She knew he was horny, tired, but horny. He was all of the time now; that was her edge. In order for him to get anything he would have to knuckle under to the most humiliating thing he had ever been faced with. Her challenge would be to exploit his sexual desperation.

"Thank you, dear heart. Sam is coming over tonight, and he'll be staying over.

"Jake, he's going to fuck me here, in our house," she said. "I want you to be prepared. It will be very humiliating for you I know, but you have to grin and bear it. Okay?"

Jake swallowed hard. He looked at the can of beer on the table beside him. He lifted it, tilted it back, and downed it in one long swallow: he needed the reinforcement. "I don't know if I can control myself, Millie. I don't want to go back to prison, but if I see that guy put his hands on you—"

"I understand, Jake, that's why I am going to lock you up."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, but this is the way I want it, my love."

He was so stunned that he could hardly breathe. "But, I already am locked up," he said. "But, that's not what you mean is it."

"No, Jake, it isn't. Come with me."

She took his hand, and led him toward the den. Her hand in his felt good. He loved it when she did things like that to him. She felt so strong and so feminine and so—his.

Entering the den, he saw it. He dropped her hand and stumbled back a step. "That's for me?" he said.

She leaned against him and her female form melded with his maleness. She felt his hardness; it gave her confidence. "Yes."

"I—I—I—can't," he cried. "Millie it's too much!"

"Yes, you can. You're my big boy. And, it will prevent you from doing anything bad to Sam. You can understand that, can't you? Remember, you must be obedient. Obedience is the one thing I require of you. We've talked long and hard about it, Jake."

"When?" he said.

"I will lock you inside before Sam arrives. It's 5:30 now; maybe in about an hour," she said. "Then, when he gets here, I will bring him in to meet you. I promise you he will not make fun of you or do anything to provoke you. I know that that is going to be of little comfort, but it's the best I can do this first time. In the future when you are more comfortable with me taking other men to our bed; then, we can maybe do away with locking you up in such a humiliating fashion. But tonight it's the best recourse we have," she said.

"I should ask when you had that thing put in here. But, I guess it doesn't make any difference, does it," he said.

"There's more too," she said. "But, that can wait till just before we lock you inside. Jake, you're not going to fight me on this when the time comes are you?" she said.

"No. I'll take my medicine. I love you. I want you to be happy, and I want you to be loved and that includes being well-fucked," he said. "Millie, you fucking other guys is actually a turn on for me; we've talked about that too. But, this guy Sam; I fear him; I think he wants to take you away from me. Anybody else but him."

She took him in her arms once more and kissed him passionately. "He kissed her back almost hard enough to bruise her lips. "In time you will learn that neither Sam nor anyone else is a threat to you and me. I promise you that that day will come.

"My, you are hot to trot aren't, my husband," she said, I can tell: you're shaking.

"You have no idea," he said.

"You will be rewarded," she said. "Oh my, how you will be rewarded."

******

He was finished taking a shower when she called him into the den. "It's time," she said. "He'll be here in half an hour."

He swallowed hard and she noticed the hint of a tear in his eye. She placed her hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "It won't be that bad. And after tonight you will get to have me as your reward," she said.

"Really?"

He smile was his answer and he felt less hurt and apprehensive than he had a moment before. "Question," she said. "Do you want to watch him do me the first time tonight? We will do it right here in this room with you in your cage watching if you want," she said.