She ground her pussy down on my face as she harshly said, "That's it asshole, suck him out of me. Lick every drop of his cum out of me and you had best not miss one speck of it if you ever want me to fuck you again. You do want to fuck me again, don't you? Of course you do so eat my pussy baby, clean me out."
Twenty minutes later she came out of the shower to find me sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. "Why? Why did you do it, why did you do that to me? Didn't you even care about what it would do to our marriage?"
"To answer your questions in order sweetie, one, I did it because you called me a bimbo and that is what bimbos do. Two, I did it to you because I could, and three, I knew that it wouldn't do anything to our marriage. You love me and you won't do a fucking thing that might piss me off and make me leave. And four, even though you haven't asked, yes I do plan on doing it again — lots — and you will suck my lover's juices out of me each and every time if you want to keep me as your wife. Now, I have washed my lover's smell off me, do you want to fuck me or not?"
Well, she was right about a couple of things, but I wasn't so sure about some others. I had called her a stupid bimbo, I did love her and one time I had told her that I loved her so much that there wasn't anything that she could do that would drive me away, but then what she had just done wasn't something that I ever imagined that she would do. Calling Chrissi a stupid bimbo wasn't exactly a good move on my part and I should have known better. Chrissi was a fiery redhead with a temper to match and I knew that she would react to what I'd called her, but I had never considered that she would do something so overwhelmingly stupid to get back at me.
The whole thing had started because I very stupidly did not shit can the invitation that came informing us of the time and date of Chrissi's ten-year class reunion. I had been smart enough to pitch mine the previous year and only God knows why I left hers out where she could find it. Once she had it in her hand there was nothing that was going to stop her from going and I really, really didn't want to do that.
Chrissi had been one year behind me in high school and while I knew who she was I didn't know her. I would have loved to know her, but we didn't travel in the same circles and an opportunity to meet her never arose. I watched her move from boy to boy like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower and several times I overheard locker room conversations about what great head she gave and about how hot her pussy was. I heard rumors of how hot she was and how much fun you could have with her on the back seat of your car, but I had no way of knowing whether it was the truth or just wishful thinking on the part of the guys. Three months before I graduated she started going steady with John Markham. Six weeks later I heard him bragging about how he had popped her cherry (which indicated that the rumors were false or that John was a liar) and a week after that they got into a fought and broke up. Chrissi went back to being a butterfly and the rumors started up again. I graduated and headed off to college.
The beginning of my second year I was in the campus bookstore buying books when I saw Chrissi and John walking down the aisle holding hands. We passed each other and there were nods of recognition and we moved on. After that I saw her everywhere, sometimes with John and sometimes alone and she always waved or nodded when she saw me. One night I was in Augustinos, a pizza place just off campus, when she and John came in. They had been there for maybe twenty minutes when they got into a loud argument and John got up and stormed out of the place leaving Chrissi sitting alone at the table. She kept watching the door, but when he hadn't returned after ten minutes she started looking around the place and saw me. For the next five minutes or so she kept glancing over at me and finally she got up and walked over to the booth where I was sitting.
"Can I sit down with you?"
"Be my guest."
She sat down and said, "We've never met" and she stuck out her hand, "I'm Chrissi" and I took her hand and shook it and said, "I know, I'm Tim."
She silently eyed me for a moment or two and then she said, "Look, this is awkward as hell for me, but I have a problem and you are the only face in here that I recognize. My date just walked out on me leaving me stuck with the tab and no way home. I have enough money on me to either pay the tab or take a cab home, but not enough to do both."
I smiled at her, "I've always wanted to be the knight in shining armor riding to the rescue of the fair damsel. How would you like to be saved? I can pay the tab so you can call a cab or you can pay the tab and I'll give you a ride home."
"You would do that for me? You're sweet. How about I pay the tab and you give me a ride home. That way I can thank my knight in shining armor properly."
The ride to her place was full of conversation about high school, who we had as mutual friends and other things like that. I walked her to her door and she turned to face me, "Thank you for rescuing me" and then she leaned forward and kissed me and I felt it all the way down to my toes. She stepped back, handed me a piece of paper and said, "Call me" and then she turned and went inside.
This took place during midterms and I was super busy cramming for exams and pulling all-nighters and I never did get around to calling Chrissi. A week went by and then one day as I was having lunch in the Student Union Chrissi came in, saw me, and came over and sat down. I said hi and she just looked at me for a second.
"I'm not used to kissing a guy goodnight, asking him to call and then not having him do it."
"I make no excuses my lady. I had reasons, but I offer no excuses."
"Reasons? What kind of reasons?"
"I was in the middle of midterms and got caught up cramming and pulling all-nighters. Also, you and John are a couple and I never mess around with another man's woman."
"Okay, I'll buy the need to study, but if you look real close at my fingers you won't see any rings. I am not and I never will be another man's woman until I walk down the aisle and say "I do." Also regarding John, that asshole is history. You have my number" and she got up and left.
I called Chrissi the next day, we dated, started going steady, got engaged and were married three months after graduation. Our six-year marriage had been a good one although there were a few rough spots that only I knew about and I managed to work through them without letting Chrissi know. They were mostly things caused by the fact that I am basically insecure. Even though I am married to Chrissi I had never been able to convince myself that I deserved her. I always had the thought in the back of my head that she took me because she couldn't get what she really wanted.
Chrissi was a fun loving girl and she attracted attention wherever we went. At parties she was always being asked to dance by other guys and she would badger me until I gave in and said yes. I've seen her get felt up on the dance floor, I've watched men slip her pieces of paper with their phone numbers on them and I saw her suck up the attention like a sponge. I never saw her push away a hand that slipped down to her ass or that found its way to one of her breasts and I never saw her fight off an attempt to get her in a dark corner where some kisses and some grab ass could take place. When it happened it ate at me like an ulcer.
But I never called her on her behavior because she always told me about it. On the ride home from where ever it was where we had been she would say, "Guess what Tom tried to do tonight" or maybe, "Harry is a pretty good kisser. He got me in a corner tonight and worked me over pretty good. I might even have a bruise on my left boob. He got me hotter than hell baby, you need to hurry up and gets us home. Speed if you have to lover, I need it bad. Get me home and fuck me." I don't think that she ever ran around on me behind my back, but I don't know for sure that she didn't. Many were the times when I thought she just might have.
So there we were, Mr. Insecurity and Mrs. Good Time Girl, going back to her old stomping grounds. Going back to where she would be with all of her classmates and in particular, those classmates who, whether true or not, had talked about all the marvelous blow jobs and back seat sex that they had had with Chrissi. I could have come up with an excuse that would have kept me home, but Chrissi still would have gone. I had to weigh it in my mind — would it be better to go and be a presence, a wet blanket as it were, or stay home and let my imagination drive me crazy. In the end I realized that I had to go, but the bottom line was that I did not want to go, I really, really did not want to go.
It was every bit as bad as I had feared. All of Chrissi's ex-boyfriends flocked to her like bees to honey and every one of them wanted to dance with her. I got maybe one dance out of five and was able to break things up a bit, but Chrissi was still Chrissi and her behavior on the dance floor at the reunion was even more outrageous than it had been at home.
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