Bedtime Stories for Grownups
The Lawyer and the Wife
JONATHON ABBOTT had barely reached his car when panic began to set in. What on earth had he done? What was he going to do? Leave his wife? Absurd! That Maggie always seemed to have a power over him that made him agree with everything she said. She had suggested they do things that no respectable couple would do.
Spanking her was something she liked, and he admitted it turned him on, but he would never strike his wife like that. It was obscene. He’d handled domestic abuse cases in the past and they all started out as innocent little games, it seemed. No, if he was actually married to Maggie, it would be the end of that kind of play. And what kind of life would they have without it?
He needed a plan. He stopped at the supermarket and ran to the floral section. He should have thought this all out in advance. He hadn’t planned. Few floral bouquets were left in the tubs, and they were a bit scraggly. And no one was in the department to help him. Well, he knew how to handle this.
He pulled a glass vase from one of the displays and began arranging flowers from the various remaining bouquets in it. Perhaps it wasn’t a dozen long-stemmed red roses, but he’d always had a talent for fixing flowers. His mother had loved his flower arrangements. The remnants of four bouquets lay on the counter by the time he was finished. He peeled the price tags from each of them and stuck them to a piece of paper to take to the checkout.
Then he went to the candy aisle. The Valentine candies were in no better condition than the flowers had been. The heart-shaped box he chose was a little bent on the corner, but it would get the message across to his wife that he loved her and would be there for her. He quickly snatched a romantic comedy from the rack of DVDs for sale at the checkout and juggled a bottle of wine with the other purchases.
After dinner, he would need to go to the Hilton to meet Maggie and tell her it was all over. There was nothing else to be done. The girl certainly couldn’t expect that he’d sacrifice his marriage and possibly his law practice to her. Foolishness. It was just a little fling.
He paid for the flowers and candy, then rushed to his car, fastening the arrangement in the front seatbelt. He looked in the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of himself. He looked frightful! Was that lipstick on his cheek? He sniffed and caught the scent of Maggie’s perfume. This wouldn’t do!
In five minutes, he was at the club where he usually played racquetball. The locker room attendant gave him a towel and Jonathon deposited his clothes in a locker while he went to take a shower. Louella far preferred him to arrive home smelling fresh from the club rather than stale from the office.
He didn’t take the time for a steam or a soak, but got through the shower and used the club’s products to comb his hair and shave. He dressed and headed for the car again, feeling cleaner than he had since he first touched Maggie.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Jonathon announced when he entered the house. It was all quiet until he heard a sudden scurrying upstairs, the bathroom door close, and steps on the stairs.
“Jonathon, I didn’t expect you so early,” Louella said as she fastened the back on her earring. She wore a tight dress and high heels, and looked spectacular. “I was just finishing getting ready for you. Oh, for me?”
She snatched a kiss from Jonathon and took the flowers from him.
“All for you, my dear. Chocolates. Wine. And a movie for later.”
“You’re so sweet. Where are we going for dinner?”
“Going? Oh, no! I thought we were staying in for dinner. Let me see what I can get for a reservation,” Jonathon said. How could he have forgotten dinner?
“No, honey. Let’s just order Thai takeout. We’ll have a nice loving night in.”
“Oh. That’s… Well… I have bad news about that. The judge required that we be ready with our defense tomorrow. I need to go back to the office tonight and prepare,” Jonathon lied smoothly. He hadn’t forgotten to prepare that.
“We’ll just have to make the best of the time we have, then,” Louella said brightly. “Want to skip dinner?”
“Oh, I need to keep my girl’s energy up. We’ll get a delivery. Shall I pour you a glass of wine?”
Jonathon always moderated Louella’s wine intake. He felt he was a good and careful guardian of his wife’s health. But a single glass of wine before they made love would be acceptable.
Louella was always accommodating. Whatever Jonathon wanted, she was happy to provide. If that meant that she didn’t always reach fulfillment, well, that’s what her vibrator was for. She had plenty of alone hours to enjoy herself. She’d never had to work outside the home. Raising their two children—both at sleepovers for tonight—had kept her active and fit. Jonathon was proud of her trim physique.
Once dinner had been eaten, they adjourned immediately to the bedroom where Jonathon turned out the lights and joined his wife in bed.
“With the children in school, I’ve been thinking about getting a job,” she ventured as he feasted on her breasts.
“What? Whatever for? The day I can’t provide for my wife, they’ll lay me in the ground.”
“Well, women do get jobs just to expand their contact with the outside world,” Louella ventured.
“Not happy women, I assure you,” Jonathon said.
“Do you see many unhappy women in your work?” she asked.
“Oh, yes. You know I handle many divorce cases,” Jonathon sighed. “Not a pretty sight. Mind you, I almost always handle the woman’s part in these cases because they typically need extra care. No doubt their husbands have driven them to this extreme and I feel bound to help the weaker party.”
“And are they all employed?” Louella asked.
“Nearly all. Employment is a sign of unrest in the household. Some start just to have ‘something to do’ when the children are in school, but before long they seem driven to compete in what is essentially a man’s world. They see men they think are better than their husbands and are tempted by the comparison. Those who are employed and single want nothing more than to find a man to take care of them and provide for them.”
“You employ women, don’t you?” Louella asked innocently.
“Of course. There are laws preventing discrimination. But I have to say the women we employ are not happy with their lot in life. You would not believe the amount of griping and complaining one hears around the office. Wage discrimination, working hours, non-advancement. All things that men simply accept as part of the job, women somehow think we are exempt from.”
“Your secretary—that charming Miss Tillotson—is she like that, too?”
“It’s a sad thing. She imagines herself equal to her boss and able to dictate her terms. I would be surprised if she lasts another week in the job.”
In fact, Jonathon intended that she not last the night in this job. The very idea of thinking he would ever leave his wife to take up with Maggie Tillotson. It was absurd. Maggie was the type of girl who was convenient to have around if one had an itch to scratch, but she certainly didn’t have the makings for a career in the legal profession or of a wife.
“Now, I’m ready to enjoy my wife,” Jonathon said. Louella obediently lay on her back and spread her legs. She supposed she could accommodate him now. She was, perhaps not as well-lubricated as she would prefer to be, but she hadn’t had a chance to smear a little gel on her vagina to make his entry easier.
She caught her breath and held it as he pressed into her, her grimace unnoticed in the dark room. Her body eventually responded with lubricant in self-defense against the intrusion.
“You are so tight and wonderful,” Jonathon breathed.
“Are all women like me?”
“What? How would I know the answer to that question? It is not like I randomly go about sampling the private treasures of all women.”
“Yes, but you’ve had some experience, surely. I mean before we married. You were not completely inexperienced.”
“Well, a man needs to practice some before he settles down. But the type of women who will accommodate him are not the same caliber as the ones he would consider marrying. No man wants to marry a woman like that. She might use her body to entice him, but he knows she is not the one to bear his children.”
Jonathon began moving more in earnest, trying not to think of the warm and slippery welcome he would find in Maggie Tillotson that seemed always to be missing with his wife. He certainly wasn’t going to spank Louella in order to see if that changed her response. He would simply endure and when it was too much to bear, he’d seek refuge in the Maggie Tillotsons of the world.
“Ah, yes. This is the fulfillment that is the purpose of life. Yes. My loving wife, I am filling you.”
“Yes, Jonathon. Fill me again.”
“Well, you know that won’t happen. I’m not a teenager, you know. Perhaps when I get home later tonight. Ah, my darling wife, how I wish I could just lie in your arms until nature restored the beast,” Jonathon waxed poetic. “Alas, I must justify my living by being prepared for court tomorrow.”
He rolled away from Louella and sat on the edge of the bed. After considering a moment, he decided he should rinse off before he went to meet his paramour.
Jonathon drove toward the Hilton, content that he was making the right decision. In his rational mind he could never justify leaving his wife. She was a sweet and innocent girl, mother of his two children, and devoted wife. He couldn’t expect her to be as lubricious as his mistress. That wasn’t what wives were for.
He would simply need to explain the facts of life to Maggie and make sure she understood her position as a kept woman. As long as she was always ready to take up the physical slack left by his wife, he was content to dominate her as she wanted, and to fuck her as he wanted.
He’d only just left a deposit of his man-milk in his wife, and already he was tumescent, just thinking of Maggie’s supple body submitting to his own.
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