Chapter 13

I had just sucked my husband’s sweet dick and was still holding his cum in my mouth, yet he had the audacity to talk to me so coldly? His attitude was both hurtful and strangely arousing. Very arousing. I admitted to myself that I had picked up the habits he was expressing dislike for, but I’d had no idea how much he didn’t like them.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered with most of his cream still in my mouth.

“If someone asks you what you have in your mouth, what do you say?” he asked as if testing my understanding of what he was telling me to do.

“I doubt they would dare ask,” I replied with a gentle smile, saying that I thought it was unlikely. Kendrick reached up and slapped my bare tit hard before standing up. He quickly told me that when he asked me a question, he expected a complete, full, honest and most importantly direct, answer.

“No seriously, Ken. Is it really any of their business?” I stupidly asked. Part of me wanted to believe Ken was just trying to wind me up. That he didn’t really expect an honest answer about that. I couldn’t imagine my children being so blunt.

Only Kendrick wasn’t joking around as much as I’d imagined. He seriously wanted me to both be prepared for such a question and ready to answer it. To demonstrate his insistence that I do as I was told, he didn’t hesitate to show me what I could expect if I didn’t curb my natural avoidance technique.

He reached up and slapped my boobs again hard enough to make me shiver. He told me the next words out of my mouth needed to be a complete answer to his question. I let out a surprised squeak but otherwise held my tongue about the painful slaps. He was in charge. That was totally clear.

“I would say that I have your semen in my mouth?” I asked my answer instead of providing it.

I expected him to be grateful that I’d said what I knew he wanted me to say. He wasn’t. Kendrick allowed his temper to show and I flinched away from his hand before he could slap me again. He immediately warned me to never avoid correction again.

He grabbed my shoulders, made me look into his eyes and said that when he slapped me, it was for my own good. Kendrick, my supportive, loving husband didn’t want me confusing playful suggestions with required obedience and he was willing to get it with physical punishment. My pussy gushed.

Don’t get me wrong. This was the same Kendrick I’d married so long ago. He didn’t yell or raise his voice. He didn’t lash out thoughtlessly. His actions were measured and self assured. He had firmly taken control of the situation and effectively made me aware that I was on thin ice with him. I gave him my full attention although my arousal level didn’t diminish. This was a lesser seen side of my husband.

“You aren’t listening, Carrie. I must have your full attention when I tell you something. It isn’t semen – you have cum or jizz in your mouth as a result of me allowing you to give me a morning blowjob. You will sound delighted they asked and act flattered that they took an interest. No, that’s not quite right. You will BE delighted and flattered. Another thing. You will be explicit from now on, Carrie. I don’t want to hear you talking about your vagina anymore. I want to hear you call these flaps between your legs a cunt,” he insisted, flicking my lower lips.

He got mad because I’d used proper words? It seemed harsh, yet at the same time, it was very telling in a way. Kendrick felt confident enough taking charge to show me how he felt about what I considered petty things. Maybe this WAS a new Kendrick? Something just seemed so right with the way he was treating me.

Petty things that I suppose weren’t so petty or I would not have messed up. He’d told me I was a slut the night before. I’d eventually agreed with him, yet I’d still insisted on calling his baby milk, semen, and my pussy, a vagina. Well the “C” word, now. I’d really have to practice that. I shouldn’t have flinched away. I felt bad about that. He WAS right about doing it to help me.

He grabbed my pussy and spread it open like he was unfolding a burrito. I was juicy and wet despite his rough treatment. I was honestly enjoying his attention and learning a lot both about myself and my husband. I could get used to this.

As I’ve said, sex in the morning initiated by Ken was new for us – especially on a weekday. Lately, it had been mostly me who’d made my needs known - non-verbally, of course. The way Kendrick was acting this morning was almost Kendrick version two point oh wow. A much improved version of a man I’d thought could get no more perfect. He’d made me suck him to completion and he was STILL playing sex games.

“What is this?” he asked, wiggling my labia between his fingers.

“A cunt, Sir?” I replied with a shaky voice. It felt so wrong to say that particular word out loud. It was cathartic as well though.

“You have no problem letting a stranger finger your cunt, but you can’t say cunt, is that it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I admitted. It felt like he was giving me the same affirmation about being a slut on the patio again.

“Tonight. I am going to ask you what this is, Carrie.” He told me we’d have an anatomy 101 lesson, and he expected me to give at least three acceptable answers for each body part he would point to. “You spend all day on Twitter looking at porn, Carrie. I am sure you can find some words like piss flaps and jizz hole. Oh yeah, don’t look so surprised that I know. I have seen what you do on your phone, Carrie,” he dropped his biggest bombshell.

I felt incredibly embarrassed at being caught. I thought I had been discreet about looking at Twitter.

It made the fact that I was being given a heads-up about being humiliated later, like nothing in comparison. I had carefully hidden my Twitter profile and sorted the porn that I looked at, into a special list that I created when I was in the mood to look at it. I’d had no idea Ken knew.

“There will be no more secrets or dishonesty between us or anyone in the family, Carrie. You will tell everyone you look at porn and you will offer to let them look at your Twitter and even make suggestions of porn accounts for you to follow,” Ken instructed.

It felt weird hearing him use my name so much - with almost every sentence, as if reinforcing that he was talking to me and not some other woman - some wanton slut who was too stupid to know he was addressing her instead of speaking generally to anyone around him.

I wanted to ask if this was all really necessary. It felt like he may be over-reacting. I had fucked up, but did it warrant doing all of this? My husband continued laying out the foundation of his new expectations for me and I WAS fascinated by each new thing he said. My one consolation was that if he was to be so strict with me, it was very unlikely Jessica would go for this too. She liked to do things for grins and giggles, but she would have a hard time with all of my husband’s clearly stated expectations.

No one asked me at breakfast what was in my mouth. When Chris joined us, however, I bent over and spread my legs and grabbed my ankles. I did exactly what my husband had told me to do, and I asked him if the butt plug I had in was acceptable. Gosh, that makes it sound like it was easy for me. It wasn’t.

Chris seemed to think nothing of what I’d done or asked. He just placed a palm of one hand on my lower back and used his other hand to tap the plug. He pushed it further in like it was the ignition button on a new car before agreeing it was fine.

“You have a pretty butthole, mom,” he said as if complimenting me on my bottom was completely normal. Kristina actually giggled. Danny made a ‘pffffst’ noise as if about to make a snarky comment before changing his mind.

“Thank you, Chris,” I forced myself to answer. I stood up and made an excuse to everyone else for my lewd behavior while addressing my youngest son. “I knew you were going to want to see it anyway. I thought you might appreciate taking a long look to assuage your curiosity this morning,” I told him, still blushing profusely.

I felt like I was on pins and needles and I needed to be ultra-polite. I expected them to ask why I was acting so differently but they seemed not to care that I wasn’t cracking jokes or snickering like I often did.

I was very nervous that I might say something wrong. I didn’t know everything Kendrick wanted and I had all day to prepare myself for the conversation. All day to torture myself with the unknown, more like. I was pleasantly surprised no one bothered to ask me any questions about my behavior or point out I was acting differently. I certainly FELT like I was acting differently, although I tried not to. I did kiss Ken on the cheek before he left and added, “Have a good day, Sir.” The children had to have heard me too but none of them called me on it.

The children really had taken to the changes at home better than I had any right to expect. If anything was different other than the way I was acting, it was that especially Chris and Kristina were acting with more confidence than I had ever noticed before. I suppose I should clarify that. Chris had always been confident around computers but socially awkward around anyone else, even family.

Kristina was Kristina but different. It was like she’d completely gotten over her objections to me doing things she considered disgusting - maybe even depraved, like making breakfast in the nude or bending over and showing her brother my butt plug. I wondered how much of her change of heart was her and how much of it was the influence of her friend, Julie. It occurred to me that I probably should thank Julie the next time I saw her. At the same time, I knew I wouldn’t. That would be too embarrassing.

As for Danny, he seemed perfectly content to be seeing naked breasts - boobs, I corrected myself, swinging free in his face. He was taking each new home development completely in stride too. I wasn’t sure how any of them would react come dinnertime - myself included - but at least Danny would, most likely, just laugh and give me an ‘attagirl’.

There was the expected grumbling from the children when I passed on Kendricks order of a family meeting after dinner and it wasn’t enough for them that I said I was excited about a new family project. They didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t even know what it was.

Kristina must have inherited her penchant for asking questions from me. She asked the same question a hundred different ways, all with the same response. She wanted me to spill the beans on what the project was.

Jessica hung back when the others left the room to get ready for school. “You can tell me, mom. C’mon, spill it!” She demanded.

I thought about my answer before I told her that her father was planning something but he hadn’t seen fit to tell me. I assured her it was some sort of bet with Jane and maybe Elizabeth too, but I was as much in the dark as she was. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.

Jane did pop over at lunchtime. I’d finished all the cleaning I had to do, and my plan was to practice my oral skills on Facetime. I didn’t WANT to. I thought the demand was childish and the idea of ‘forgetting’ bounced around in my head as much as thoughts of ‘forgetting’ not to rub one or ten out before the children got home.

Her greeting at the back door wasn’t a simple,’Hi’, or a, ‘Do you mind if I stop in for lunch?’, but rather, “Was it worth it?”

I knew instantly she was referencing my nudity. She somehow knew she wouldn’t catch me running around inside my house naked on just any day of the week. I opened the door and let her in.

“Hi, Jane. Nice of you to drop by. You’re seeing the new normal in home-wear. What do you think?” I asked, lifting my arms and presenting my nudity to her in a way that was a challenge for me. The old standard would have been for me to try to cover myself as much as I could.

I explained that a birthday suit was what she could expect to see me in any time she visited, from now on. I added that it’d been Ken’s idea, but it was getting easier for me to live with since my children had seen me au natural so much lately anyway. Jane rolled her lower lip, nodded slowly as if appraising the situation and gave me an, ‘it-suits-you’ gesture.

“And the butt plug? Is that a standard accessory too now as well?” she laughed that she didn’t see me being the sort of person to be comfortable wearing that when my kids could see it.

“I bent over and gave Chris a good long look just this morning,” I bragged while quietly agreeing that I thought it was to be an everyday thing now too, feeling proud of myself even though I know I should have been mortified to admit something like that.

After all, she’d bragged about masturbating with a banana and being caught by her son when we’d first met. If she wasn’t embarrassed to admit that to me, why should I be ashamed of showing my son my butt plug or wearing one every day? Of course I WAS ashamed of that, but she didn’t need to know it.

“Want to go out to the truck stop on I80 with me? I thought maybe we could make a couple trucker’s day? We don’t need to worry about pissing any hookers off. I mean they’re all skanks anyway,” she said as if she’d had dealings with them before. It actually sounded like she was relieved she didn’t have to deal with any of the ‘lot lizards’ as she called them, providing a new term for my vocabulary.

She made it sound like an afternoon sucking trucker’s dongs would be as mundane as going antiquing all day.

“Sorry, Jane,” I started, realizing I really was sorry. She’d done a lot to open my eyes to many things, and when I told her I could no longer accept a bet without Kendrick’s approval, she thought that was too bad, but at the same time, not nearly as upset as I thought she’d be.

“So, you told him, huh? I admit I wondered how long it’d take you to spill the beans about all the naughty, depraved fun we’ve been having. What surprises me more is that he’s going to let you continue with this at all, if I heard you right.”

“Last night I admitted what we’ve been doing. Jessica too,” I said proudly. It felt like I’d had a load lifted off my shoulders and now I was somewhat eager to share the clearing of my conscience. “Kendrick’s only condition was that he’d be the one to decide if the bet can be executed.”

“Damn girl! I know if I told Tom, he’d beat the snot out of me before he packed a bag and vamoosed. That wouldn’t even be so bad, but he pays all the bills. So spill. How’d it all come about?”

My confidence dissipated. I’d been happy to say that it’d happened but I never considered that Jane would ask HOW it had come to pass. “It was a bet,” I hedged, hoping Jane would nod in agreement and let a full explanation slide.

“It must have been some bet!” She laughed. “So come on,” she urged me with her hands as if pulling a rope toward herself, “What was the bet? Did you win it or lose it?”

“Is that really important? What’s important to me is that I no longer have to hide things from my husband,” I sidestepped the question again.

“Ahh ... duh! Of course it’s important! How am I supposed to gauge your development if you hold back on the details?” She insisted I tell her about the bet, the consequences and the aftermath, encouraging me by reminding me that I was obviously naked now because of it.

I wished I had a bottle of wine to crack. Something to calm my nerves. But I didn’t and it wasn’t even on the grocery list. I had a sudden appreciation for having some around for emergencies.

“You were right. I made a bet with Jessica. A stupid, dumb bet that I never should have made and I underestimated Jess.” After a few false starts, I admitted betting that she could never get Kendrick’s dick in her mouth. I felt faint as I admitted that to my neighbor even though she’d been the first to admit having messed with her own daughter on a bet too.

“Jessica blew your husband? Fuuuuuuck. I did say that she’s right up there on our level. Elizabeth and mine, I mean. But I doubt even Liz would have seduced Tom on a bet. That’s pretty ballsy! So now what? You have to hang out naked at home for another week?”

“Oh no. This one was a big-ass bet, Jane. Being naked is just window dressing. I’m not even sure how long the consequence for that bet is supposed to last. It’s kind of up to Kendrick, now. Originally it was supposed to be a week of being the winner’s do-bitch but Kendrick overruled that. He said I’m HIS do-bitch now. He’s the one who can point me at a dick and say, ‘suck’. I think he meant it, too.”

“So your husband’s okay with being a cuck? That’s a bit surprising, Carrie! I mean I don’t know him well or anything, but he never struck me as the type to get off on watching you with another man.”

“Hell no and don’t even say that word around him, Jane! He is most definitely NOT a cuck,” I assured her then told her about the conversation Ken and I had.

“Okay, that sounds more ... sure. I can see that. So hubby’s going to be the boss of your womanhood for some as-yet undetermined time now, huh? That’ll be a challenge for you ... on the other hand, sure, with you, I can kinda see it working out.”

I didn’t really know what she meant by that but I decided I didn’t want to know why Jane thought it’d be easier for me to accept Ken’s new role, than doing the same would be for someone like her.

“Jessica too, maybe,” I said instead, immediately wishing I hadn’t. Jessica hadn’t actually made a decision yet.

“The horndog! Couldn’t get enough of his daughter’s mouth, huh?” Jane joked then added, “that’s actually more of a surprise than you bowing to your husband. Hold on. You said MAYBE. Does that mean you have another bet lined up?”

“No, nothing like that. She told Kendrick she loves our new bets. She has to decide whether or not she’s going to join me or lay off the betting. She has to decide and tell the whole family at dinner. When I have to tell the children I’ve decided to be ... well something like a sex slave to Kendrick, Jessica called it.”

“Damn girl, your husband is really okay with that? Tom would go ballistic! You’re not pulling my leg, are you? Your husband is really supportive of sex bets? Maybe I could get me some from him? I’d be nice to have a local supply when I can’t be bothered going shopping,” she laughed.

I hoped she was joking. It was hard enough coming to terms with Jessica and her father being intimate. Would she really openly try to seduce Ken like Jessica had? I couldn’t bring myself to reply to that. I didn’t want to dwell on the thought too much. Ken had every right to allow himself to be seduced after what I’d done.

Jane allowed me to clam up. She seemed to have intuitively known I didn’t want to discuss that particular matter. Instead, she moved the conversation along by asking, “So whatcha got on this afternoon? Other than flitting around the house naked, that is. Can you still come out and referee? Elizabeth’s going to ask Jessica to keep track of her loads at lunchtime today,” she said cryptically.

I probably should have asked her to share their full bet. I’d only recently learned they ran bets that relied on bets but it seemed by Jane’s expression that she’d already lost her’s with Elizabeth the moment I declined the invitation to go one-on-one with her.

At least she hadn’t pushed her agenda over Kendrick’s wishes and tried to talk me into betting her anyway. Maybe this was one of those bets she didn’t mind losing? No. I preferred to think of her as sympathetic to my situation like a really good friend should be. I really did already consider Jane a good friend.

So I admitted what Ken had told me to do and that I’d have to go out and buy a dildo first. “It’s not something we keep laying around,” I laughed nervously.

“I’ve got a few,” Jane shrugged like it was no big thing to loan me an item that had been in her vag ... cunt. “Hey I can hold the phone and give you pointers if you want? It’ll be fun! I can even practice my foot-jobs if you’re up for it?”

“Foot jobs? What do you mean?” I asked innocently.

“I need my hands to hold the phone, but my toes will be free if you want me to explore your pussy for an hour. It’s harder than it sounds, girl.” Jane was offering to use her toes on me while I sucked a latex cock for an hour? That’s a real friend!

“I um ... this is going to sound silly. Kendrick said ... You see_” Jane cut me off.

“No sex near the neighbor at ALL unless he approves it first?” She asked with an arched brow.

“No, it’s not that. I um...”

“Well spit it out, girl! Jesus, we could be here all afternoon waiting for you to figure out how to tell me things.”

Just as Kendrick had accused me of. Not speaking plainly, avoiding answering and just saying what had to be said. All rolled into one little comment by Jane. It wasn’t MY fault this was embarrassing, was it? Well, maybe it was, but that certainly didn’t cause me less humiliation when I did as she said. I spat it out.

“I’m not allowed to masturbate or pleasure myself before he gets home,” I admitted, my cheeks burning in shame and my c ... cunt spasming slightly as my clit popped out of its hood and started to get engorged.

“You wouldn’t be doing either!” She said triumphantly. “And this wouldn’t be a bet, so there’s no problem there. If you want to follow the spirit of Ken’s orders, just don’t cum on my toes. Nope, that settles it,” she decided for me without a pause. “We’re doing it, girlfriend,” she stated, putting an end to any discussion.

Even if I didn’t WANT her toes playing with me, I felt like I had no choice. Okay, that’s not strictly true. I knew I really did have a choice. I could have sent Jane home and I know she would have gone. I didn’t WANT to have a choice. I REALLY wanted to play with Jane, and I’d come to understand what drove her since we’d first met in my backyard.

On the other hand, I didn’t really ‘know’ what Kendrick had in store for me. This was possibly my last opportunity to completely know what I would be in for and in a way, run things while being able to CLAIM I had no choice. Jane wouldn’t pretend she’d offered me a choice if Ken asked her later.

Kendrick was offering an exploration into the unknown and Jane offered an exploration of the known yet untried. Half of the excitement of submitting to Kendrick would be in challenging my fear of the unknown. It really came down to knowing. Jane knew me and I decided to go with it.

After a lunch of salad with some blackened salmon I had in the fridge, Jane popped home and grabbed a dildo for me to use. I probably should have gone with her but I was still a little wary of braving the hedgerow, especially naked. That and I wanted to be home in case Ken called on the landline. He would know my cell phone would be upstairs, and of course, I had no pockets to carry it around with me anyway. If I’d gone with Jane though, I might have been able to find something smaller than the monster she returned with.

The dildo was big and black, modelled after a real penis with veins and everything. Longer than Kendrick and fatter, too. I decided it was probably colored black in deference to whatever black guy had provided the mould. It was simply HUGE and made me think of the fallacy that all black men had huge penises.

Now that I’d seen a real black man’s penis, I wasn’t under any misapprehension about all of them being hung like horses, yet at the same time, I could only imagine this copy of a cock coming from a black stud. I shivered in anticipation when Jane waggled it in front of my eyes.

“You don’t mind that the last time I used this, it was in my ass, do you?” She giggled. I wasn’t sure if she was just saying that to push my buttons or not. The dildo was clean. It wasn’t like she’d put it away all nasty from her butt. Yet the idea made the butterflies swarm in my tummy.

“Will you help me with something else too?” I asked as we found a good spot.

She’d wanted to just use the living room, but I insisted on my bedroom. I’d already put clean sheets on the bed, and the room was tidy. What if one of the children cut class or something and saw us when they walked in the front door? I know. It was unlikely, but still ... it was easier to insist on the bedroom, although I almost suggested Jessica’s room.