My wife’s sister, Sheila, had stolen some silver dollars that were a gift from my father in order to get her speed fix. This was the late ‘70s, and she was addicted to white crosses, methamphetamine, a common diet medication back then. Her sister was mainlining them when she and I first met. Their mother was their gateway into that scene. Charlene, my wife, went deep into the drug culture, but Sheila managed to avoid that rabbit hole.

When I discovered the theft and realized what had happened, Charlene was staying at her mom’s place in another town, helping care for her dying grandfather. I called her and let her know what Sheila had done. She exploded in anger and told me I could do whatever I wanted with her. “Slap her, fuck her, kick her out, I don’t care,” were her exact words. I chose to fuck her. She was barely beyond virginity, having only been with one guy a couple of times. I expanded her horizons to oral and anal, the latter causing some tearing and bleeding. During and after our first session, which was supposed to be punishment for her theft and an alternative to being kicked out of our house, she slipped into a submissive role, something her sister would never do. Another of the unexpected series of contrasts and similarities between her and her sister.

I was still sitting in bed as she returned from the bathroom. Her left breast was bright red around the nipple where I’d pinched it trying to get her to swallow my cum. That along with holding her nose finally convinced her to give it a try and she succeeded. The inside of her right breast was noticeably pink where I’d slapped it after she swallowed. The whole session was punishment for her stealing my silver dollars, after all.

“Did you clean yourself up?” I asked sternly.

“Yes, of course. Do you want me back in bed with you?”

“Absolutely. The night’s young.”

She sighed and crawled onto the bed, a king-sized waterbed mattress on the floor inside a simple wood frame. The mattress sloshed a bit, then settled as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, apparently waiting for whatever I had in mind.

Reaching over, I gripped the inside of her right knee and pulled it toward me. Her lips compressed and a furrow creased her brow. My hand slid up and my index finger pressed into her pussy, slipping between the lips. I began a slight circular rocking motion that stimulated from vagina to clit. Her mouth lips quivered. Ahh, that feeling of helplessness.