Chapter 9: Marian Starts a New Life With Herbert

I didn’t see Spot again until the next weekend and I don’t want you thinking that not seeing Spot is what caused things to return to normal in my home. To prove it, I can point to that Wednesday morning.

Herbert was in the bathroom taking a shower. I would usually ask if he wanted me to pack him a lunch or if he planned to eat somewhere at lunchtime. Usually I’d just call out to him from our bedroom - being in the bathroom had always been a place of refuge for both of us.

That Wednesday I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and I walked right on into our bathroom while he was still in the shower. I was intent on asking the question to his face for once. I knew I would see him naked because the shower was running and it had a clear glass door.

But that was the point. I wanted both of us to get used to seeing the other undressed as we’d been on Saturday.

I didn’t expect to see him with an erection, his penis soapy and in his hand. I made a quick about face and left the bathroom again before he knew I’d been there. I didn’t know what to do! My husband was playing with himself!

Did he prefer to masturbate than make love with me? Was it even a sin, masturbating, after what had happened between us a few days earlier? Do other married people masturbate? I didn’t, but then only recently had the idea even occurred to me for the first time.

It would have been easier to call out my question and pretend I hadn’t seen what I’d seen, but it just seemed like that would be backsliding, deceitful and counter to the new me I wanted to develop.

I’d also be left with unanswered questions about Herbert’s private pleasures and if he felt guilty about doing what I’d witnessed. I bit my lip, turned around once again and marched back into the bathroom.

I admit I watched him pleasure himself for a few seconds and it was very arousing, before I announced my presence by asking him if I could help him.

Herbert’s eyes bugged out and he nearly came crashing through the glass shower door, he was so startled. At the same time, his penis went off, spewing semen onto the stall wall.

Poor Herbert was mortified. He tried to cover his crotch while his semen spurted and he couldn’t look at me. I had to work to not giggle at his predicament and instead, asked him quite calmly if he wanted me to pack him lunch.

Herbert started apologizing and I waved his apology off, saying that I understood if I was not as desirable as I once was. I felt completely undesirable and unwanted, but I didn’t want my husband to know that.

Herbert’s reply to that was that he’d been reliving the weekend with me but knew that our sexy time was still weeks away. I felt both relieved and flattered that my husband would be thinking of me when he masturbated. I was immediately mollified and a little ashamed that it was me who’d decreed monthly sexy time.

All I could do at that point was reassure him that our monthly sexy time wasn’t something to be scheduled. It was supposed to be an expression of love that could strike either of both of us anytime.

The look Herbert gave me told me that what I’d just said was the exact opposite of how I’d acted for the first few years of our marriage until I’d convinced him of the correctness of my earlier opinion.

Although I’d been wrong, I’d convinced my husband to accept my ruling on the matter. I really had been a bitch our whole marriage, hadn’t I?

Blushing, I apologized for the error of my ways in the past and promised him I was a changed woman. I said that whenever he had a desire for me, that I would do my best to please him in any way he wanted.

I couldn’t bring myself to specifically offer more oral sex, but I tried to convey that I would no longer refuse it if he was in too much of a hurry to make love, but wanted relief the way he’d provided for himself in the shower. He had only to ask.

He didn’t ask, that evening, nor Thursday or Friday morning, but the wait for him to do so was both frustrating and worrisome for me. If he did, and I mean if he specifically requested oral sex, would I be able to regain the mindset that had enabled me to perform that activity last Saturday? I hoped so.

Asking HIM if he wanted oral sex again never occurred to me but as I said earlier, our lives had returned to almost normal except that I’d seen him naked, I’d seen him orgasm and we’d had a sex talk of sorts.

I secretly hoped he’d barge in on me in the shower but he continued to assure my privacy in the bathroom, even after I began leaving the bathroom door cracked while I was in the shower.

By Friday night I was a mass of nerves and anxiety. Herbert still hadn’t asked and I was positive it was because of me. I’d ruined my husband. I’d turned him into a man afraid of his wife. What they call pussy whipped in today’s lingo. The only reason he’d acted so fantastically forceful the previous weekend was because I’d pushed him past his breaking point.

While I was preparing his dinner I was seriously considering angering him again just so he’d take charge and force me to have sex with him but I was terrified that he’d spank me again.

I’d been fine after the last time but I didn’t want to have to endure that process that got us to the point of having sex. That spanking was hell to me! I was just sliding the casserole into the oven when it occurred to me that I could ask him as easily as he could ask me.

But I knew I couldn’t. Christian wives just don’t do such things. Then I began to wonder how Spot got to be comfortable enough with Steve that she could ask him to hold her leash in public. Although different, in a way it was the same.

I wanted to call her and have a heart to heart but she is my daughter. It’s the kind of conversation that I thought could never happen between us. Married women don’t have sex discussions with their daughters, especially sex discussions about making love to said daughter’s father!

I felt sure I could talk to Ms. Francesca, although then Spot would find out and the thought of that was unimaginable. I briefly considered pastor Leon. He did marriage counseling, but he’s a man too. I couldn’t ask a man how to entice my husband to have sexy time off-schedule, especially since I was the one responsible for the schedule.

Then it struck me. I went online to one of those answer forums, created a user name and I asked the question how I could entice my husband to have unscheduled sexy time with me.

I had ten answers in ten minutes and within the hour, hundreds of people agreed on two of those ten options. Simply ask him (no) or overload him with hints from innuendo to attire.

When Herbert got home he entered our house to find me in heels, stockings, suspenders, panties and matching bra under my apron. That’s all. He got the hint right away!

He came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck. I immediately felt squishy inside and I don’t just mean my heart. But I wasn’t finished. I twisted within his embrace, kissed him on the lips and then slid to my knees in front of him.

I was holding my breath the whole time, hoping Herbert wouldn’t berate me for acting like a slut and order me back up. My eyes were level with his trousers and the growing bulge I could see caused me to expel a relieved sigh.

Herbert was aroused, and I felt more empowered than I ever had when I’d been forcing unwanted rules on my husband.

Later, I judged the overcooked casserole a little dry and not one of my better efforts, but Herbert didn’t make a single disparaging comment about it. He was too busy grinning like a loon.

Personally, I thought it was the perfect dryness to counter the semen I’d swallowed and I was as proud of myself as Herbert was of me. I’d given him planned, thought out and executed oral sex.

Moreover, I’d felt so proud of my efforts that I was able to issue a promise of more anytime he felt the whim. I’d even suggested he not wait another week.

Saturday I made another unscheduled trip to Steve and Spot’s home to see what decisions she’d made regarding the wedding party. I knew she didn’t have a phone of her own and my curiosity was killing me.

Although I’d refused to be part of the actual group that would stand at the front of the church, I was still the mother of the bride and I wanted to be as much help as I could be even if that meant supporting her decision to put a portion of her privates on display.

I rang Steve’s doorbell and even though his car was there, no one answered the door. I figured they must be in the backyard so I made my way around back. I found them, but I found more than I’d ever expected to.

Two of the men from the previous Friday’s party were there, as nude as Spot and Steve. Spot was literally riding Steve’s best man while performing oral sex on both Steve and one of his groomsmen. A camera was pointed at the foursome. Behind the camera was a costumed woman I recognized from our video chat.

My first thought was to barge in and give them all a piece of my mind. Open sinning, Spot cheating on her fiance right in front of him and producing pornography to pave the way to hell for an unimaginable number of men.

Two of the group had barely applied for membership in my church and one of the bunch was Steve’s own mother! In my mind, it was akin to having the devil as a church member!

My second thought was that I was already being tainted by the sin happening before my eyes. I was getting aroused at the spectacle before me. Thoughts of watching for a few more seconds before I acted, occurred to me even after I’d already watched for a few seconds in stunned silence.

My final thought was WWHOPLD, or what would Herbert or pastor Leon do. I’d spent the week ruminating on that idea after last Sunday’s sermon talking about What Would Jesus Do.

At first it’d only been what would pastor Leon do, but Herbert’s my husband and with the number of sexy thoughts I’d had, I needed to add Herbert so I could focus.

Anyway, I was sure neither Herbert nor pastor Leon would jump to judgment like I very nearly had. They’d make their presence known and find out how guilty the group acted. Pastor Leon preached that people inherently know when they’re sinning.

I cleared my throat, hoping they’d immediately recognize my presence but the rock music coming out of speakers on the patio covered the sound. The music wasn’t blaring, but it wasn’t quiet either.

I tried again, this time moving closer and calling out my presence even as my face got pinker because I found my eyes fixed on the juncture between my daughter and Steve’s best man.

I couldn’t even remember his name but it probably should have been Horse, if you know what I mean, not that the other two naked men were any smaller than Herbert.

It was Mary who looked up first, her eye leaving the camera’s viewfinder as she looked around for the source of the voice she’d heard. She grinned at me before calling out ‘cut’, to the rest of the group.

Steve and the other man immediately stopped fighting over control of Spot’s mouth and the best man stopped bouncing Spot up and down on his lap, but he still stayed seated in Spot’s privates, stretching everything obscenely.

Spot recognized me and her eyes opened wide even as she attempted to close her thighs. She quickly discovered she couldn’t and wasn’t sure if she should dismount or freeze.

I got the impression that she didn’t feel guilty about having sex with three men at once as much as she was embarrassed about being caught in the act by her mother.

She proved that when she asked what I was doing, sneaking around and acting like she was five and had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

I replied that I hoped five year olds would never do what she was doing.