Chapter 1

"God damn you, Darren. What's taking you so long?" shrieked Darren's wife Melissa. Darren ran down the stairs of their house carrying her purse. He nervously handed it to her as her friends looked on, smiling.

Melissa was a petite blond woman with amazingly deep green eyes. She hadn't gained an ounce since they'd met in college. Her small perky breasts and trim figure made her look like she was still that college girl ten years later at thirty-two.

Her friends with the exception of Helen were just like her. They looked like those women on all of those TV shows about MILF type women. All of the women remained slim and trim throughout their lives. Helen on the other hand was a bit chunky. Her natural dark brown hair unlike the others hadn't been bleached and she wasn't wearing a skirt that ended four to six inches above her knees.

Darren marveled again at why she hung out with them and vice-versa. He knew that Helen didn't drink and the others drank a lot including his own lovely wife. Maybe she was the designated driver.

It was the only thing he could figure out.

"Honestly Darren," said Melissa. "You should be glad that I'm going out. It lets me unwind after being trapped in this fucking cave all week." She was referring to their split level four bedroom ranch house. The same one that she'd begged him for five years ago.

"Besides my going out gives you some time to hang out with all of your little friends. But you'd better not bring a single one of those bastards into my house. Now give me some money," she said.

She took his wallet as he got it out. And she took all of his cash.

"If fortune smiles at you, and I'm not too tired when I get home, you might get lucky. That is of course if I haven't met someone else that I want to let get lucky." she started laughing and except for Helen, her friends did too.

Darren watched as Melissa and her friends got into the brand new Honda he'd just bought her, and drove off.

Darren straightened up things in the house and left too. He drove halfway across town after loading up his jeep with tools and some car parts he'd bought from the Internet.

"Melissa, why do you treat Darren so badly?" asked Helen. He must really love you to put up with your shit. Don't you love him? You treat him more like your butler than your husband."

"Helen whether she loves him or not doesn't matter. A marriage is all about control," said Danielle. Danielle was another very slim Blond woman in her mid thirties. Except for the fact that she was several inches taller than Melissa and had two kids they could have been twins. "Melissa is just trying to maintain control in her marriage."

"Helen still doesn't understand the Pussy Rules yet," laughed Sandra, the final member of the quartet, who looked exactly like the others.

"Helen," continued Sandra, as if she was speaking to a toddler. "The one with the pussy makes all of the rules."

Melissa herself was oddly silent. She thought about what the others were saying. In her own way she really did love Darren. They'd been together for over ten years. He worked very hard to support her and make her happy.

In fact ever since he'd starting courting her so many years ago he'd gone out of his way to do anything she asked. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he loved her deeply. But in her mind there were still questions.

It wasn't Darren's fault that he'd begun to date her while she was still reeling from a truly bad break-up. The other guy, Ryan had been one of those, big man on campus types.

He'd swept her off her feet and seduced her over the course of a few days. He'd complimented her, feeding her ego. He took her out for a romantic dinner at a very expensive restaurant. After dinner he'd suggested a walk on the beach. It was the perfect evening.

Then she'd given him her virginity, in the twilight, right there on that same beach. He had of course told her he loved her. While the sex hadn't been good for her, he'd gotten his. As she looked up at the stars while he humped away at her, she could almost see their future. They'd have two kids, one of each. And a beautiful split level ranch house in a nice neighborhood.

The pain of his sudden penetration and rapid pounding was mitigated by the pleasure of the future she imagined.

Afterwards he'd apologized profusely. Telling her that they probably should have waited until their wedding night, or at least until they got engaged. His only excuse was that she was just so sexy and he'd wanted her so badly that he couldn't control his passion for her.

He drove her home and gave her a very chaste kiss at the door of her dorm. He was smiling as he promised to call her.

"When will you call?" she asked.

Somehow the way that he said, "Soon," made her feel better. That night she dreamed of their wedding and their future. Hopefully the sex would get better as well.

The next day she sat by her phone, waiting for a call that never came. She told herself that he was just busy with classes and the team. The next day there was still no call.

That evening though, only 2 days after he'd told her he loved her. She saw him in a restaurant staring dreamily into the eyes of another girl. While he kissed the girl, Melissa felt tears pouring from her own eyes. She'd been a fool and she wasn't the only one who knew it.

The next morning in the dorm's community locker room, she heard two other girls talking. "Yeah he got her too. Fucked her on the beach the first night they went out. From what I heard, he said she was awful. The worst sex he's ever had. She was a virgin too. I really think he's going to win that contest they're having. And all she's got to remember him by is a torn up pussy and some sand in her panties."

Melissa ran into her room and cried the whole day. It took her several days before she even returned to her classes. For the rest of her term she didn't date at all. When she returned home for the summer she only went out on group dates.

The next fall, her senior year, she again refused to date anyone until she met Darren. He was so different from all of the other men who asked her out. He was so respectful, and clearly in awe of her. He was very nice, and good looking too.

Even her best friends told her that she'd be stupid to let him get away; unless of course, she didn't like boys.

Almost from the start of the relationship, she put almost unassailable hurdles in his way. When he went out of his way to climb over all of the obstacles she put in front of him, it only made her more determined to challenge him further.