Pussy Whipped

"Is there a Mrs.?" Shanna asked. Her look said there was an interest beyond that of the church in her question. It was then I noticed rings on every finger except the third finger, left hand.

"Temporarily I must answer yes, there is."

Shanna asked, "How temporarily?"

"She has until Wednesday to decide that question."

"Oh." We concluded our business and on my way out of the building another face from the past stopped me and asked if I was coming to the meeting that evening. I looked up and saw Shanna nodding her head at me and smiling.

I got the details and said I'd be there. I drove home. Ate a good lunch, cleaned up the kitchen and went into my office. As always I left the door open.

A few minutes passed with me checking emails and Beth knocked on the open door. I looked up.

"Thank you for breakfast. Can we talk, Please?"

I pointed at a chair and she came in and sat down. She had thought long and hard about this. She was wearing my favorite of her weekend clothes; tights and a loose pullover shirt. I could tell, when she moved, there wasn't a bra inside the shirt. Her D-sized breasts were free.

"I didn't sleep well last night. I don't like being in the guest room. I don't like being so close to you and so far away."

"The short response is, so?"

"Sleeping like this is like were roommates! We're husband and wife."

"Go get your address book please. We'll do an experiment."

She got her PDA and handed it to me. If his name and number were in there they were well hidden. I said, "Pick a letter."

"M"

I went to her address book and dialed the first number under the "M". Marilyn Scott.

My address book was by last name, hers by first name. I hit speaker phone and we both heard the phone ring. Marilyn worked with Beth and didn't know me.

"Hello, Beth?" Marilyn answered.

Beth quickly said, "Yes it's me and my husband, Pete."

I said, "We're having a discussion and we're calling a few people to see if they have an opinion. Do you have maybe two minutes we could have?"

"Yeah, I guess so. What's this about?"

"How can someone tell if two people are married? Make believe you were from Mars or Venus and you could see everything about people's lives. How would you know they were married?"

"They live together."

"Anything else?"

"They share everything in their lives. They go on vacation together, they eat together, they do nice things for each other."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"They'd have sex."

Beth asked, "Anything else?"

There was a long pause and she said, "They wouldn't keep secrets from each other." Then she hung up the phone. I didn't look at Beth. I tapped in the next phone number; Matthew, also a colleague from work.

He was home and willing to play our quiz game. He gave much the same answers except sex was closer to the first answer than it had been for Marilyn. Then I asked him if he'd ever had a roommate.

"Sure, in college."

"Ever have one that was female?" I asked.

"Yup. Senior year."

"What would you say is the biggest difference between having a roommate and a wife?"

"If she's a roommate you don't have sex. If you aren't married and have sex she's not a roommate she 's a lover. If you're married, she's a wife."

I thanked him and hung up. I looked at Beth. "How many more opinions do you want to hear?"

"None."

"Ok. Let me ask another question. If my dick worked and I ate your pussy would you say we had sex? Wait, if my dick didn't work and I ate someone else's pussy would you say I had sex with them?"

"Eating someone is sex."

Two people you know said that without sex people aren't married. Sex is part of being married or at least lovers. For almost a month we've been roommates. Only difference is now you sleep in your room and I sleep in mine. The temptation of you is no longer within arms reach."

"I don't care what they say. I'm your wife and I want to sleep with you."

"I totally get what you want. You totally get what I want. The compromise is for you to be my roommate and stay in your room every night. I will not bring anyone else into this house and neither will you."

I looked at my watch and knew I needed to leave. The meeting at church started in half an hour. I stood up and put my sport coat back on.

"Where are you going?" Beth asked. Her eyes were showing panic.

"Out. I'll be here before you leave for work in the morning." I walked out and Beth cried. I almost cried on the way to the church. I thought about how it would be to give in, let her move back into my bed without sex. The two words kept flashing before me: Pussy Whipped.

When I walked into the chapel I saw Shanna with an empty chair beside her. I review what I remembered about her from years ago. She had been married to Jack Templeton and he had died of an aneurism about a year before I got divorced. I looked again. Plenty of rings and one bare finger.

She smiled as I approached and stood up. As we hugged in welcome she whispered, "Let's go. I'm hungry."

I whispered back, "Won't you be missed?"

"No. I told Marie you were coming to take me home."

"Oh." I turned us and guided her out the doors. In the parking lot she pointed at her car. I pointed at mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and asked, "I can either leave my car here all night, you can leave yours or you can follow me home."

"I'd like to hold the first two options open for the future and tonight follow you home. I accept the offer unsaid, and we need to talk first."

"Not really, but follow me anyway." She walked to her car and I followed. It was a four block drive. She led me into her web and as soon as the door closed she said, "Take off your jacket and let me talk to you." She hung my jacket up and loosened my tie. On her couch she sat facing me and her knees rested against my thigh.

"Beth is your wife. She no longer wants sex with you and you believe she may even be giving it up to someone else. How'm I doing so far?"

"Pretty good."

"She says she loves, you but isn't interested in sex any more. She wants you to sleep with her so she knows where you are every night, but she doesn't want you even thinking about getting any."

"How do you know all this?"

"A few months ago an article made its way through the company email system. Since then quite a few menopausal women have adopted the philosophy that they don't need to do it anymore. They like being taken care of, the lifestyle of two incomes but fucking is just too much trouble."

"Knowing you know doesn't make me feel any better."

"You said earlier that being married was temporary, until Wednesday. Talk to me."

"There's more to the story than what you said. A few years ago I had surgery. They cut me up pretty good and one side effect of the cutting and the drugs I have to take or die is..."

She said, "No more erections." I nodded.

"Won't she do oral?"

"No point. I don't get hard. For a while I did oral on her and I loved it. She came every time! I thought things were fine until she cut that off too."

"She expected you to be Ok with nothing?"

"Less than nothing. She still wants to sleep with me. She says she's used to hearing me breathe right next to her. She sleeps nude. I don't. I saw her face when she saw my scars after surgery and I've worn t-shirts ever since."

"You came home with me. What's up?"

"I don't know what she's going to decide. I know what I've decided. I'm looking for a woman who loves oral sex, loves having her breasts held, kissed and worshiped. If Beth leaves she can move right in. If Beth wants to stay it will be as a roommate and she'll pay rent until she gets tired of it and we get divorced."

"Is this an interview? Am I a candidate for the position of oral sex goddess?"

"Yes! Or candidate for woman most likely to be eaten four or five nights a week for the rest of our lives."

"Eaten in your bed with Beth in the next room?"

"Nope. Either here or in a hotel room. Unless and until she moves out."

"She still has all the power. She gets to choose everything."

"I love her. I want to eat her four or five nights a week forever. I've been attracted to you for years. When Jack died and I got divorced the timing was all wrong to pursue you. Times change."

She stood and led me into her bedroom and then into her bathroom. She smelled my neck. "Irish Spring." She said. She got a fresh bar of Dial out and put it in the shower.

"You going to shower in your clothes or do you need help?" She asked.

I started undressing and said, "My scars."

She dimmed the lights in the bathroom and got naked. I got down to the t-shirt and she lifted it up and off. I was a foot in front of her naked and scarred. She didn't even blink.

We showered and her soapy hands touched every inch of me as my hands touched every inch of her. Her bush was trimmed short. When I washed it she asked, "Would you like it better bald?"

"I think so. Yes."

"I'm glad. When I've a man in my life I like my pussy bare for him. During the day when I feel a breeze on it I think about him, licking me and pleasuring me. Are you going to be the man in my life?"

I nodded. She picked up a pink razor and I got to watch as she shaved. As she rinsed the soap away when she was done I dropped to my knees and kissed her freshly nude pussy. She lifted one leg and put it on my shoulder, opening herself up to my mouth. That first taste was heaven. I looked up ands saw her tilt her head back and heard her moan. Her hands held my head.

The nub of her clit was bigger than any woman I had ever tasted before. When I brushed it with my tongue she shook. A few minutes' action and she leaned forward and shut off the water. I kept sucking and licking. Another minute and I needed to hold her hips she was shaking hard and I was afraid she would fall.

"Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Suck me Pete!" Her first orgasm at my mouth arrived and I loved how it felt. I eased her down and when she had calmed a bit we got out, dried and found her bed. Her second orgasm included fingers and her using a pillow to stop the scream from getting the cops called.

She covered us, set the alarm so she would get up in time to go to work and it hit me. She had all but said she worked where Beth worked! She knew about the emails, the conversations.

"What are you going to say to Beth tomorrow?" I asked.

She snuggled against me and put her nipple right next to my mouth. She smiled and said, "That depends."

"On what, exactly."

"Do you want her to know where you are tonight? Knowing could push her decision one way or the other."

"Then don't say anything. I want her to decide. By Wednesday it may not matter." I kissed her extended nipple and then sucked it gently. Shanna's back arched just a little and she gasped.

"You should take out insurance on that mouth! Damn! You're good!"

The alarm went off and Shanna threw back the covers, exposing all of me. She wiggled and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked for a minute and then held it in her hand. "I love the way it feels in my mouth. When you come back tonight remind me to tell you a story, Ok." My dick slid back into her mouth. It felt incredibly good.

"I'm coming back tonight?"

She smiled and took me out again. "If you'd like some more Shanna juice and Shanna screams and Shanna's tits. Would you like that?"

"Yes! You know I would."

The sleep buzzer sounded. We had used up whatever few minutes Shanna had allowed for play. She leapt out of bed and I was surprised, she went to the living room not the bathroom. She came back with a clicker and a key.

"Park in spot number seventy-nine. The key will open my door. I'll make dinner when I get home. Do not cook. Do not clean. Bring extra clothes for tomorrow." She went into the shower and was back out before I got out of the bed. She pushed me back into bed and said, "Sleep. You can work when you get home."

Five minutes later she woke me for a Good-Bye kiss. An hour later I got up, left the bed as it was, showered using Dial, dressed and went home. I had breakfast at McDonalds.

As I parked I noticed my cell and turned it on. One message. Beth. "You said you'd be home before I had to go. You aren't here. I'm worried and scared. Call me, please." I could hear the anxiety in her voice.

When I sat at my desk I called her. She picked up on the first ring, "Pete?"

"You're at work! Is that how you answer?"

"I saw your number. Are you Ok?"

"I'm fine. Would you like me to cook dinner?"

"Yes! Anything will be fine."

"What time will you be here?"

"Regular time, a little after five."

"Great! Do a good job today. They're depending on you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." As I put the phone down I realized I did love her, and I now had feelings coming to the surface for Shanna, too."

My keyboard was hot all day and when the alarm I'd set before starting work sounded I was surprised and grateful. Without the alarm I would have kept working. I shut down my computer and went into the bedroom. I packed clothes that don't wrinkle; jeans and a sweatshirt. I changed into khakis and a Land's End pull over, leaving the t-shirt at home. In the kitchen, I made a pot roast with veggies and popped it in the oven. It would be ready to eat at six. I put a note on the table telling Beth what was in the oven and when to pull it out. I made no promise about when I'd be home. At the bottom of the note I put, "Tomorrow is Tuesday" and signed it Pete.

At five I left. I stopped on the way to Shanna's and bought two bottles of wine, one white and one red. I figured Shanna would get home about the same time that Beth usually did. I hadn't thought about her stopping at the market. I opened her door at five –twenty and became a detective for a few minutes. I found out she liked James Patterson, Ken Wilber and Robert Heinlein. I found out she had a mostly empty fridge except for a gallon of sugar-free ice cream and some yogurt. I heard a horn beep once and looked out her window to see her standing at the back of her car. The trunk was open and she was waving. She needed help.

At the trunk I saw six bags of groceries. I hefted two heavy ones and she got two more. A man stepped up and grabbed the other two. Shanna smiled and said, "Pete this is Mark, apartment three. Mark this is Pete. Say, happy to meet you and don't ask anything!"

In unison we said, "Happy to meet you." We laughed and got the groceries into the kitchen. We put the bags down, Shanna said "Thank you Mark and began pushing him towards the door. He said, "I've never seen you buy so much food. Either you're having a party or Pete's staying more than once." As Shanna closed the door I could hear Mark laughing.

She stepped into my arms and we kissed. The first kiss ended and she said, "Gay boys! Great neighbors, but they tend to get in your business."

We put the groceries away. My cell rang in my pocket. I'd forgotten to shut it off. Shanna put a hand over her own mouth and I answered.

"I thought you'd be here."

"Did I say I would be?"

"No, but I thought you knew. I'm missing you."

"Did you get your dinner out of the oven on time?"

"Yes. The whole house smells wonderfully."

"Please save me some. I'd like a sandwich or two tomorrow."

"I know. Tomorrow is Tuesday." She paused and then asked, "You're staying with her tonight aren't you?"

"Just because I'm not with you doesn't mean I'm with someone else."

"Yes it does. Your clothes smell like Dial soap."

"They probably will tomorrow, too. It doesn't mean anything except I didn't use the Irish Spring in my bathroom at home."

"I want my husband back."

"Finish the statement, please."

"Please come home. Please sleep with me."

"So close. Nice try." I hung up and shut off the phone. Shanna was clapping silently.

"I was worried she was going to invite you to eat pussy at home and ruin our evening."

"I don't think she's going to do it."

"Good! I mean it would take me a month to eat all this food by myself."

"You could invite Mark and one or two of his friends and the food would be gone by morning."

"And what exactly would I get? Not one of them has ever eaten pussy!"

I looked at her all dressed from work and said, "Tell me how to start dinner and you can go get comfortable."

She told me, kissed me quickly and headed for her bedroom. When she returned I was still chopping carrots and she was wearing a knee length pale green robe. She found another knife and worked on an onion. "You do like onions?" she asked.

"I do. Just not too fond of chopping them."

We got all the prep done as the oven warmed up. Forty minutes later we were eating.

"I saw Beth today." Shanna said.

"At her desk?"

"No. In the ladies lounge, crying. Three of the women in her department were with her. She was telling them how you hadn't been home and she was afraid you'd already found a girl-friend. They were very supportive. They told her you'd crack before Wednesday."

"What did you do?"

"I was there. It would look weird if I just walked away. I sat down and asked, "Is your husband cheating on you?"

"I don't know. We're having a disagreement and he's threatened me." She said. I said, "If he's threatened you we should call the police!"

"They calmed me down and explained you had threatened to have her sleep in the guest room unless she'll let you do nasty things to her."

"I asked her what nasty things you want to do."

"And she said?" I asked.

"He likes putting his mouth on my private parts." I waited. I wanted to know what Shanna had said. She told me. "I said, Hell, send him over to my place. I'd love it if a man would go down on me for a week!"

"Her friends shooed me out of there and told her I was a slut. They're right but it's not a nice thing to say."

"You're a slut?"

"Sure. Maybe not by the dictionary definition but by mine. I'm a woman who likes orgasms, mine and others. If it won't cause bodily harm and it will give someone an orgasm, I'm all for it."

"Wow!"

"Can we go to bed now?" She asked.

"Sure." We quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made it to the bedroom before she started undressing me. Shoes off first, then pants and shorts. The last thing was my shirt. The light was full on. She tossed the shirt to a chair and ran her hands over my chest. She felt the patches of hair and traced the scars.

She kissed me a few times and sat back on her bed. She took off the robe and sat on my lap. Her pussy was up against my dick. It felt good but it didn't move.

"Remember I asked you to ask me to tell you a story?"

"Yes."

"The very first man I was ever sexual with was a fireman. He'd been in a fire and almost didn't survive. He had been melted. My Mom left him about a year after he was burned. I came home from third grade and she was gone. Dad was still in the hospital. I packed a suitcase with my stuff and went to the firehouse."

"You lived in the firehouse?"

"Most of the time, yes. I still lived in our apartment too but until Dad got out of the hospital I was mostly at the firehouse. The firemen who were single and off duty lived in our house and took care of me. When I was twelve Dad came home. They city trained him as a dispatcher and he worked at the firehouse the rest of his life."

She paused long enough for us to kiss a few more times and for her to put my hands on her breasts. "I cared for him. He cried every time I bathed him. He cried when he looked in the mirror. He took care of me and I took care of him. On the worst nights I sometimes crawled in bed with him and held him. He took pain meds every day and every evening. Most of the time they helped. One night he'd taken three and the pain was still killing him. He got out of bed and found a beer in the fridge. The beer on top of the pain pills and he was out of it. I got him back in bed and he fell asleep. I got in and held him. When I woke up he was on top of me, calling me by my Mom's name and he was inside me. He fucked me and cried and talked about how sorry he was for being so ugly. He thought I was my Mom. He told her how good I was taking care of him and how good I was at school. He passed out and rolled off me. I was fourteen when that happened."