REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

JJ, Peak and GH, thank for your comments.

Subchard, thanks for the bump.

Timmy,
Another great segment! You have shed some light on Jamister. The room Terry will be staying in is a nice touch. I can’t wait for Clarissa’s reaction as her vision of the perfect world comes crashing down. She deserves Jamister as far as I am concerned. It is your story and it is GREAT!
Thanks for writing!
JJ.

Hey Timmy, Great segment!
I had a feeling that Miss C was going to mess up with the guy. I did not know how bad though.
I do enjoy reading about Terry. Perhaps, your next stopry could be about Miss Terry and her hubby. It is Miss Terry that Miss C should be using as a role modle mentor.
Looking for ward to the next part
Meijer

Timmy,
I'm not fooled for a minute. If he really meant it at this stage, he would have ripped the CB off by now, and so far he hasn't. Fat lady hasn't sung just yet. Someone needs to do a real number on Jamister too ..

Like everyone else I can't wait to see what's going to happen next.

Thanks again

GH

JJ, Meijer, Peak and GH,

thank you for your kind words - they are truly appreciated.

A note, I have revised the beginning of the story to match the current development.

My best wishes to you and all the other readers that do not comment but hopefully enjoy my amateurish efforts for what ever holiday you celebrate this seamister and a Happy and Healthy New Year.

Timmy

At first I was a bit restless – for one the strange surroundings and thoughts of Peggy and her husband playing in here were coming back to me. I wondered what it would be like to surrender to someone whom you could trust. It used be that way with Clarissa, not that we went to the extreme these furniture pieces and toys on the walls seem to suggest. Then came those fateful nights when she broke that trust. Things have never been the same since and now it looks like my marriage is in the dumpster for good.

What made her change. I’m not sure I’ll ever know for sure.

In a way I was very sad. The life that I knew and loved had been ripped to shreds. On the other hand, maybe that was a good thing. I would never completely trust Clarissa and ending it would give me a chance at a new start. New partners. Why did I think in multiple partners, not just one?

With that thought, all the stress of the last few days aided by the comfort food and excellent cognac overwhelmed me and went off into dream land.

I dreamt that I was being tied to the bed by two women. Except it wasn’t a dream. My hands had straps on them, not that I could see them because it was still dark in the room but there was little wiggle room as I tested the bonds.

“Ah, he’s awake better secure that other leg.”

That was Peggy’s voice and two hands roughly powerd my legs apart and before I knew it I was tied spread eagle like on that bondage bed. A light went on in the far corner of the room and I could make out both CeeCee and Peggy standing next to me.

“I know you’ve got your vows and I respect that but you’ve served MY pussy before without it bothering you and you will again. By extension you will also serve Ms CeeCee here who has never had the unique experience of a talented male tongue. So she’ll go first to make sure you have all the energy needed to more than satisfy her. Just like Julie, she’s a skeptic and really didn’t want this ‘til I told her that you’ve converted Julie and made her one of your fans.”

“She’s a shy one, so I’m going turn the light down again.”

It got dark again, not quite like before. I could see shadowy figures but no details. There was movement on the bed and suddenly there was total darkness as a substantial derriere settled on my face.

“Terry”, felt a hand gripping my balls and squeezing them lightly, I’m going to make sure that you give Ms CeeCee all the pleasure she can handle. Do you understand?”

This was followed by a tightening of the grip on my balls.

I tried to answer but at that point CeeCee’s pussy settled on my mouth and thought I better get to work. This was harder than with Julie during our first time. While I hadn’t been able to see because of the hood, I was able to move my head around and explore the areas around her vagina building anticipation and sexual tension.

Here my head was pinned down and I had very little wiggle room. However, it seems that CeeCee liked it that way because as I got into a rhythm of sorts, I got vocal reactions that seem to express pleasure.

Several times I came close to passing out as CeeCee clamped her thighs tightly around my head while the orgasms flowed through her.

I was relieved when she finally got off.

“Peggy, you were right this boy is good but you said that he was wearing a CB. I don’t see a CB on his dick. I’m not into dicks as you know but that one sure seems to like what we just did.”

“You are right, I was so intent on letting you experience his s*******s that it never registered that he didn’t have his CB on.”

“Terry, what is going on? It’s my understanding that you are to be locked up at all times unless…?”

“Peggy, as you know, Clarissa and I have issues that have escalated to a point where I will divorce her – no ifs o buts about it. I’m done with her for good. My heart is broken but I don’t see any hope for us. I went along with the stupid cuckolding thing – an extension of our play she calls it – for a limited time. That time is up this weekend. I had hopes that we could go back to a more normal relationship after that but she blew that when she hooked up with that asshole Jamister. I warned her repeatedly, that if I ever caught her with him that our marriage would be over for good.”

“Terry, that is all fine and good and I sympathize with you but that doesn’t answer the question about the CB.”

“Peggy, Clarissa was too self absorbed or what ever to get plastic locking strips. I told her several times, unless we had those, I would not wear the CB on this trip. I’m not going to put myself into a position of getting embarrassed by TSA employees when the metal detector goes off or go into one of those whole body scanners. I don’t know if the CB would show up and I might be subject to a strip search. Not going to happen. I had promised her that I would put it on and lock it when I got off the plane coming home but since I’m divorcing her, I see no need to do that.”

“Peggy”, CeeCee chimed in, that is nice story but I’m not having this boy stay here without him wearing a CB. You said, no you promised that he would be wearing one.”

“So either he gets locked up or he moves out.”

“CeeCee, you’re getting carried away. He just provided you with a series of what seemed to be quite spectacular orgasms and now you want to throw him out in the middle of the night?”

I had to grin to myself, good thing it was pretty dark in that room. Not sure if Peggy would have liked it.

“Peggy, I agree he did a great job with his mouth and tongue but look at him, he’s still hard. That boy is lusting after my body and that is not going to happen. He can stay ‘til morning. I’ll even fix him breakfast once he’s got clothes on but that is it. And I want you to lock the door to this room so he can’t come out and worry unsuspecting ladies.”

Now Peggy had to laugh.

“Terry, looks like I have no choice but to try to lock your lovely cock up. Contrary to CeeCee here, I’m quite fond of those. The problem is that even with beating your balls and a bunch of ice, you’ll never fit into one of my darling husband’s CB’s. He just wasn’t built like you which is a main reamister that we developed the relationship we had.”

“Julie told me very clearly, not to let you stay alone at the club. So now what?”

I chuckled a bit.

“Ladies, you haven’t paid attention to what I said. I had promised Clarissa that I would lock myself up after getting off the plane. My CB is in my luggage, so if you untie me, I can get it and Ms CeeCee here can fit the lock into it herself.”

“I’m NOT touching that thing.”

That comment got Peggy laughing again.

“CeeCee, go to your room and lock the door. You’ll be safe from being ravished by this brute. I still have an unsatisfied pussy and when we are done, I’ll make sure his big lovely cock is securely under lock and key.”

“Now go and leave us alone.”

CeeCee left muttering to herself while both Peggy and chuckled.

“OK big boy, my turn” but rather than expected her settling on my face Peggy started to tease and torment my dick with her hand, mouth and tongue. She was driving me crazy, but there was nothing that I could do since I was still bound to the bed.

“Oh, how I miss this. I would torment hubby for hours like this. He hated it which made it more fun for me. He preferred a caning over having his cock teased.”

“What about you Terry, will you beg me to cane your ass instead of teasing your cock?”

“Peggy, no I’m not going to beg you to cane me. I’m not that much of a masochist. On the other hand, should you find in your heart to let me cum I will be in your debt.”

“Be careful boy what you wish for. Because the price for cumming is a whipping. It won’t be too bad, I promise. I’ve had a whipping boy here only a little over a week ago. So I’m not desperate.”

“So what do you say? A good hair brush spanking with your cock between my legs. I’ll keep them tight. As turned on as you are right now, it shouldn’t take more than say forty or fifty good smacks that will make you move ‘til you squirt your stuff.”

Peggy took brief breaks while talking to work on my dick. She’s right, it wouldn’t take much friction to get me off. Whether it would work while I was experience pain was the still an unanswered question. Clarissa and I had never tried that. It was always one or the other with the exception of her tormenting my nipples while riding my face or dick. That was erotic pain. Not so sure if Peggy blistering my ass with a hair brush would have the same effect.

While I was reflecting on that, Peggy went to work on my dick in earnest and had me on the edge all the time, just backing off a bit when she thought I was getting close. I thought Clarissa was good but Peggy was way better. How long did she control her husband’s dick?

“Please Peggy…”

“Terry, all it takes is ‘please Ms Peggy spank my ass with your hairbrush’ and you’ll get to cum. If you haven’t cum by the time I reach fifty strokes because you are not the kind of masochist my dear husband was and this lovely cock went soft on me, I’ll stop and revive it and after a couple of more edgings bring you over the top.”

“Well?”

I wasn’t sure and I was a bit scared but damn, I needed to cum.

“Please Ms Peggy spank my ass with your hairbrush”. There I said it.

Timmy,
Wow! Mixed emotions to say the least. I know everyone is different and we all march to a different drummer. It seems like Clarissa could work something out, but to date she has not shown she is smart enough let alone shown the true love. Just my thoughts.
I hope you and yours have an outstanding Holiday Seamister!
JJ.

Timmy,
Your story, so you can take it anywhere you want, but by changing the start, you have now removed the tension and some of the essential glue that was holding all this together.

Plus, after all this time, why would Terry want to swap one amateur user for a professional one. I mean he loved Clarissa, but still he now wants out (I know, Jamister, but that he can sort out another way), so why would he even contemplate taking this from Peggy. Makes no sense.

Unless there is another twist just around the corner ..

Peak,

when you're right you are right. Thanks for setting me straight. I've changed it back.

Timmy

I love Clarissa. She is a fabulous character. I also think this is her story. Go back to your beginning. Look at the picture that inspired this story. It's Clarissa. During the course of this story you have given her great complexity. At times she's almost Lady Macbeth. Whenever I see that you've posted a new segment I'm always eager to see what Clarissa is up to. When you write about someone else, I'm disappointed.

Believe me, I fully realize how difficult it is to bring a story to conclusion. Currently I have a miserable track record. I think that's partly due to posting stories that are works in progress. It's very easy to inadvertently change the focus of a story while you're writing it and it can be very difficult to get it back on track.

Whatever you decide to do, I hope you will keep the focus of this story on Clarissa. She is a great character, maybe the best this site has ever seen.

Thanks for writing

GH

Timmy,
I'm with GH on this one too.

GH and Peak,

I really appreciate your wise comments. Thank you.

“Well dear boy, since you asked so nicely, I’ll be happy to oblige you. Let me release you from the bonds, then I want you dig out your CB so that I have it ready once you’ve cum. I’ll supply the lock. I’ll keep a key and I’ll give one to Julie when I see her. Should you decide to reconcile with your wife, one of us will get a key to her. Now get moving.”

Strange, I had trouble dealing with Clarissa having the only key to my release but I trusted this old lady and Julie to do the right thing regarding my releases.

Peggy had turned up the lights a bit so that I could find the CB and I handed it to her.

“Ms Peggy, please accept this CB and feel free to lock up my dick after I’ve had a discharge. I’m sure that both you and Ms Julie will make the right decisions when it comes to granting me release.”

“Well spoken dear boy, see that hair brush on the ledge by the mirror? Go fetch it.”

I walked over to where Peggy had pointed and picked up what based on the weight seemed like a solid silver hair brush. I started to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew.

“Get yourself into position over my lap.”

Peggy guided my dick between her thighs and clamped down on it. With one hand pressing down on my back, the other started to stroke my ass and upper thighs with the bristle side of the brush. It was a strange sensation. I discovered a new ticklish spot when Peggy told me to spread my legs a bit and she used the bristle side on the inside of my thighs.

Suddenly there was the first tap, not what I had expected because Peggy hit my now accessible balls with the bristle side four or five times, each time increasing the power. It was painful but not unbearable.

“Keep breathing Terry, nice deep breaths” and then the first serious blow with the business side of the brush hit my ass cheeks in a quick succession of five or six blows on each side.

Each blow made me jump and created friction on my dick. If I could stay hard in spite of the pain, I believe that I will cum.

After two of those sets Peggy stopped and started to rub my cheeks.

“Hmm, getting a bit warm. Nice rosy color too. Time to get serious about this” and then it started – much harder blows or at least it seemed that way when Peggy his the area of my thighs, just under the ass. I know that seems to be much more sensitive because I always yelped when Clarissa hit there with her crop.

Soon I was in real pain, my eyes were watering and I had lost my erection. I guess I’m not that much of masochist that I get turned on by serious pain.

I have no idea how many blows I took but I’m convinced is was more than the forty or fifty Peggy had talked about.

Suddenly I found myself on the floor. Peggy had pushed me off her lap.

Spreading her legs she said, “get over here and lick up the mess you left.”

As I got on my knees and looked close there was cum on her bare thighs.

“Peggy, how did that happen? I have no memory of experiencing an orgasm.

“Terry, I have no good explanation except the same thing happened often to my dear husband. He hated that because it meant another long wait for the next chance of release without having had the satisfaction of an orgasm.”

“I don’t know if you guys just missed it while you were so absorbed dealing with the pain or what.”

“Well don’t just ogle, get busy cleaning me up and then it’s time for my orgasms. Oh, hold, first let me lock you up. I don’t want you to get all hard again. I don’t think you can take another beating like this so soon.”

There is stood with my CB locked back up around my dick.

OK up on the bed. I know your ass is gonna hurt but I really don’t care. I want to sit on your face and get my reward for tormenting you.

Eventually Peggy had enough. She got off the bed, pulled the sheet and blanked over me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight my dear boy. Thank you for indulging two old broads. CeeCee will claim that she isn’t old but compared to you she is.”

“If you think you need it, there is some soothing ointment in the medicine cabinet in the bath room but you’ll have to put on yourself.”

With that comment, Peggy turned the lights off and left.

Damn, my ass was sure smarting. I was tempted to get up, turn on the light and look at my ass in the big mirror at the one end of the room but I was too tired. My last thoughts were – why did I let her do that? The longer this takes, the more confused I get. Clearly I do have some sort of masochistic mindset. Not that I enjoyed the beating but I let it happen because it made my friend happy. Is that it? I want to please by suffering but within certain boundaries and Clarissa has crossed those. Not only once but several times.

I didn’t get any further in my thought process because I fell arelax in spite of my sore ass.


It was close to ten when CeeCee woke me up.

“If you want some breakfast, you better get your ass into the kitchen now or you’ll get hungry. Come on, get moving. Don’t bother with clothes, I want to see what your ass looks like. Peggy told me what she did. Serves you right coming in here without wearing a CB. Better toe the line or it will be my turn and I won’t be half as gentle as Peggy was.”

I wasn’t sure how serious CeeCee was – there was a faint smile on her face.

So I got up and followed her into the kitchen were Peggy was sitting with a cup of coffee and the morning paper.

“Hey relaxy head. Did the mean old ladies keep you awake too long?”

“Turn around let me see my handy work. Oh my, looks like I hit harder than I thought or you just have sissy soft ass that might need a steady diet of hair brush spankings to toughen it up a bit.”

“Get yourself some coffee and sit. CeeCee will cook you some eggs and toast.”
I sat down rather gingerly on the wooden kitchen chair and both ladies chuckled. Seems I remembered that last night while having dinner and sitting on that same chair that there was a cushion.

Well all I could do is grin and bear it.

I ate my breakfast while we chatted in generalities about how screwed up Washington and all the politicians are, the overall economy and how adding my company to the roster of those owned by the foundation was a very good thing.

“Peggy, may I be excused. I would like to take a shower and I need to talk to my attorney, get the divorce going and also check e-mails.”

“Sure Terry, go ahead.”

“See CeeCee, he’s a well bred young man – his Momma taught him manners and you fretted about him coming here and staying with us for a while.”

“I agree Peggy that he is polite and now that monster dick is caged I’m less concerned with him taking advantage of me in unseemly ways.”

That cause all of us to chuckle.

“I seemed to recall that you really didn’t mind what he was doing to you in the middle of night.”

I didn’t hear CeeCee’s response to that as headed for my room and a shower.

Peggy had internet access but no WiFi so I took my lap top and walked over to the club house and took a seat at one of the tables outside their coffee shop. A waitress came and I ordered a coffee, then fired up my lap top to check on e-mails.

The first one was from my investigators.

“Terry, no further activity at your house. Subject stayed home taking vacation days.

Now to J. Further investigation shows that he is wanted in several states for fraud and passing bad checks. Have alerted local law. and he’s been arrested pending extradition to one of the states. We’ll have to see who will be first in line. Bail has been denied because he’s fled several jurisdictions. A number of bail bonds men are also after his ass.

Take care buddy.”

Will continue to keep an eye on C.

There were others like one from Petey wondering if I would be at next week’s poker game. I replied to him and told him most likely yes but not one hundred percent sure.

Then with a heavy heart – God, I love that stupid girl – I called my lawyer and told him to prepare the divorce papers but hold off serving them for now. I also told him to have cashier’s checks ready for both Clarissa’s share from the sale of the company and her share of the accrued profits.

“John, I’ll stop by the office on Tuesday after lunch and pick them up as well as a copy of the divorce petition. On second thought, would you please also work up a separation agreement – say for a six month to year. I need to have a long hard talk with Clarissa and depending on answers I get, I may want to go that route. I’m not sure if I want to try to save my marriage but I want that option open.”

“You got it Terry. Take care, we’ll have it all ready for you on Tuesday.”

Shortly after I hung up with him, my phone rang and it was Julie.

“Hey Terry, how are you. Hear you had an exciting night.”

“Is there nothing private and sacred with you ladies?”

“Not when it comes to my favorite guy. I worry about you. Liza and I are coming out tonight to the club and I want to play golf with you in the morning so no late night activities for you big boy. We’ll see you around five or five thirty at Peggy’s for cocktails, then we go to dinner at the club.”

“Got to go, see you tonight.”

I was glad that the ladies were coming out. Gives me a chance to bounce some ideas off them.

Next I composed an e-mail for Clarissa.

“hey Clarissa, things are coming together here in China. I’ve rebooked my flights and will arrive on Tuesday afternoon back home. No need to come to the airport one of the guys from plant will pick me up and take me there so that I can retrieve my car. I’ll call you once if I have landed.”

With that out of the way, I went back to some of the other stuff and worked through lunch grabbing a sandwich from the counter at the coffee shop.

CeeCee gave me dirty looks, “you didn’t come back for lunch. Had it waiting for you.”

“Sorry CeeCee, got caught up in work and lost track of time so I grabbed a sandwich over there.”

“I’m going to put my computer away and go for a run. I need some exercise.”

I always think better after some physical activity. I need to figure out what I really want before confronting Clarissa. So instead of going on the run I started up my computer again and started to make a list of what I liked and didn’t like during the last three month.

Timmy,
First I want to tell you that I think your story is great. I have respect for the writers here and the stories are theirs. I am just a reader and should not influence any story outcome. I must admit I felt Terry should throw Clarissa to the curb. You have done an excellent job of painting her as selfish cold witch. Peak and GH are right though it is a story from her perspective and without her who do we have to take our frustrations out on. Peak gets an “A” for retention of what he read and I failed miserably. I did go back and reread the beginnings of my favorite ongoing stories to make sure I have the correct perspective.
Once again I love your stories and you are the writer and I am just going along for the ride. I thank you for your contributions which are greatly appreciated.
JJ.

This continues to be a great story and I am very eager to see what's going to happen next.

Thank you

GH

Timmy,
bumpity bump.

Two can play at that game! How is Clarissa doing?

Babump, babump, babump and the old farmer continued down the road in his Model T patiently awaiting another segment.

Timmy,
Its over a month since we heard from Clarissa. Is she OK? What have you done with her? I think you are keeping her all to yourself!

JJ and GH, thanks for your comments.

Also thanks for the bumps GH and Peak.

Sorry about the long time span. I've been up in NY working with my flower helping clean up damaged homes that were hit by Sandy. I used to live on Staten Island and seeing the devastation close up is heartbreaking.

I won't go into what our screwed up politician are doing or better NOT doing.

Anyway, between that work and the holidays there was just no time. I was able to snatch short time spans to keep the cations going, plus I had a stock of them ready for posting from stuff that I had before posting here. Now I'm back home and I've started to write. Hopefully by the weekend I'll have an update on Clarissa.

Thanks for your patience and hanging in there.

Clarissa

I decided to check my computer to see if there were any e-mails from work that needed attending to.

Nothing from the office that couldn’t wait ‘til I got back to work on Monday but there was one from Terry. It explained why he hadn’t called.

I was bummed out that he was not coming home as scheduled. Now I had a dilemma. I was horny. I needed a cock. I was “primed” for Terry but he was not coming home.

What to do?

I called Roger and got his voice mail so I left a message.

“Hey Roger, I’m horny. Terry is not coming home ‘til the middle of next week. Please call me.”

About an hour later he called back.

We chitchatted a bit and then came the bad news.

“Clarissa, I’m sorry but it’s over between the two of us.”

I was stunned.

“Roger, but why? What’s…”

“Listen, Terry is now a friend and unless he makes it very clear that he’s OK with us fucking around – sorry to be crass – I’m not going to mess with his wife. I have, believe or not morals.”

He chuckled and I had to too.

“It was a fun ride while it lasted but I value his friendship and it’s very clear that you obligate him into the cuckold thing. He may have, no not may. He does have submissive tendencies but being a cuckold is not really part of that. It’s clear that he hates it and I think that if you want to keep your marriage together you may have to give that part up. I’ve been in this game for a long time and I can see the signs. He is close to cracking and if he does, you’ll be history.”

“I really care for you and hopefully we can remain friends but please think very carefully about your next steps.”

“Take care.”

Before I could say anything the SOB hung up on me.

Shit. Is he right? Is Terry close to cracking and dumping me? That’s when it hit me. Yes, he’ll dump me like a hot potato if he ever finds out about Jamister.

But even with that thought in mind, I could not help myself. It was like I was magictized, someone else was controlling my brain. I called Jamister.

The phone rang and then a recording came on. “This number is no longer in service”.

What the f… Now what?

Do I go back to the bar scene, the hotel by the airport. Not going to work. It’s Friday. The road warriors are gone and the local date crowd will be there including possibly someone from the office. So that is out.

My dildo will have to do ‘til Terry comes home. Well it did the job before when he went out of town, so why not now?

On Saturday, I had long conversation with Marge hoping to get some insights and how to keep my marriage intact and be able to have some lovers on the side.

He message was pretty much the same as Roger’s. Unless I could get Terry to cheerfully accept the cuckolding, I was in trouble and judging by what she had seen and the talks she had had with Terry the time when Petey got hurt, she didn’t think there was much of a chance of that.

“Clarissa, he went along with you and gave it an honest try for the last three months because he’s madly in love with you. I think you made a couple of mistakes the way you handled some situation and in the process lost a good deal of his trust. Love and trust are the mainstays of any D/s relationship. I hope you can repair the trust over time but if you’ve done something more to damage that, something I’m not aware of, you will be in serious trouble.”

“I’m sorry dear, that I can’t be of more help. You need to sit down with him, not in a confrontational manner and try to get him to explain his perspective of what went on during the last three month. It’s quite clear that he is not into the cuckolding scene. Maybe you can eventually get him to go along with that if you can limit yourself to a couple of times a month and find ways to make it exciting for him. Not by making him watch. That will not work.”

That conversation wasn’t very encouraging. I spent most of Sunday cruising various FemDomme and cuckold forums looking for answers but realized that most it was fantasy BS and really not much help.

Then came the e-mail from Terry confirming that would definitely be home on Tuesday afternoon.

I settled down for another few nights of being alone. Maybe I can figure out what I want from our life. I know that I love Terry but also treated him cuckolds browniety at times, especially during these last three months.

Why did I do that and why did I give in to that jerk Jamister. Now that he’s gone I’ve come realize that he was, no is a manipulating ass hole. I had to chuckle to myself. What does Terry sometimes say? “Don’t call him an ass hole. Ass holes are useful and have a purpose in life.”

I guess scum bag is a better word. I sure hope that Terry never finds out. As I sit there sipping on my wine I realize that he made it a point quite often that if I got involved with Jamister, I would be gone from Terry’s life.

I sure hope he doesn’t mean it.
Monday I went to work and stayed late, partially to catch up and partially so that I could leave early and be home freshly showered and stuff for Terry when he got home.

I better think of something for dinner. I’m sure he’ll be tired of restaurant food and after having spent a week in China, Chinese takeout is not an option.

So there I sat freshly showered wearing a nice new tee shirt and Daisy Duke shorts – no bra and waited for Terry.

Finally the long awaited rumbling of the “beast” as it made its way up the drive way.

I had a Martini ready for Terry and was going to jump into his arms as he emerged from the garage into the hall way but something in his eyes made me back off.

So I just walked up to him with a big smile and hugged him.

“Welcome home babe. I’ve missed you terribly.”

I tried to kiss him but he had turned his head and I just got the cheek.

“Terry?...”

“Hello Clarissa, we need to talk. We have some real problems.”

“What do you mean problems. The only problem is that you need to take that Martini I made for you and then we go up to the bedroom, I’ll unlock you and drain your balls for hours and hours ‘til you can’t get it up any more. The it is my turn and you’ll eat my pussy ‘til you just can’ move your tongue any longer.”

I did grope for his dick and was pleased that I felt the CB through his pants.

By the time I stopped talking Terry sat at the kitchen table with several envelopes in front of him.

What was that all about.

“Yes, I’ll have that Martini, thank you Clarissa but I’m serious. We need to talk and we do have problems. Please sit and listen. Try to let me finish. I’ll give you a chance to talk once I’m done.

“OK, but how about I get the key to your CB. I can listen while I give you a blow job. I promise, I’ll pay attention.”

“Clarissa, your key doesn’t fit. There is a new lock with different keys on my CB.”

I was stunned. I didn’t understand and started to babble.

Terry put a hand on my arm to calm me down. It felt good but I didn’t like the look on his face.

“Please Clarissa, just listen. It will become all clear in a bit.”

So I settled down and Terry withdrew his hand from my arm and handed me a small business size envelope.

I looked at him questioning.

“Clarissa, that is your share from the sale of our company. The board of directors decided to accept an offer from the foundation. It covers both, your share of the sales price plus your share of the accrued profits.”

I looked at the cashier’s check and was stunned. It was for almost 1.5 million Dollars. Attached was a statement that showed how much had been withheld for taxes.

“Terry?” I had a hard time focusing and speaking.

“Why?”

“Clarissa, I got tired of the responsibilities. The company got too big. Too many people depended on me for their livelihood. Running a company is not my thing. My thing is what got us started in the beginning. Tinkering and inventing. That’s what I want to do again. I have enough money to do that for many years and not have to worry where the next meal is coming from or if can pay the rent.”

“Speaking of rent. We need to be out of there in two weeks. As you know we only rented the place. It has been sold and the new owners want to make some renovations and then move in.”

“But Terry, this is our home.”

“It was dear, and we had some very happy times here. At least until very recently. I can tell you that I am and have been very unhappy. Especially the last ten days.”

“What do you mean?”

Terry took a sip of his take and shoved another envelop over to me.

I looked inside and almost fainted. There was an 8 x 10 picture of Jamister’s cock buried in my ass in the middle of our bed.

I looked at Terry and saw that he had tears in his eyes.

“Babe…”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You broke my heart. That’s why there is a new lock on my CB to make sure that I won’t succumb to any attempt of yours to seduce me into accepting what you have done.”

He shoved another large envelop over to me.

“Clarissa consider yourself served.”

“NO Terry! Please! Oh God what have I done?”

“Clarissa there are two sets of documents in that envelope. One is a separation agreement, the other a divorce agreement. Pick one and sign and it by the end of next week. If you don’t, I’ll file for divorce and it will get ugly because all our friends will know what you’ve become.”

“I’m truly sorry, it has come to this. I had high hopes we could work things out to both our satisfaction until you took up with that scum bag Jamister.”

“You don’t know how proud I was of you when I watched the video of you in your car out in the drive way and you threatened to call the cops if he didn’t leave. I had great hopes for us at that point. I thought for sure we would be OK. Come to some sort of agreement on how to continue our lives together and then you threw it all away.”

“It was bad enough that you went to his place but then your slutty behavior here, letting him fuck you in every room of the house. Lucky for you, that you managed to keep him out of mine.”

I was hyperventilating.

“How?...”

“I had you watched from the day you started the cuckold nonsense. It first just infrequently but when we met the scum bag at that ball, I made it 24/7. I know everything that happened between the two of you. I have full audio and video of went on in this house.”

That’s when I ******.

Next thing I woke up on the couch with Marge putting a cool damp rag on my forehead.

“Terry?”

“He’s still here. He called me and said that you needed a friend. That you had quite a shock but that he could not hang around to tend to you.”

“Clarissa, I’m leaving now. Marge and Petey will look after you.

Please don’t try to call me, e-mail me or text me. I promise that once you make a choice and sign either agreement, I’ll sit down with you and we can talk. But please make it easy on yourself and sign one of them.”

“Also please remember. You have to be out here in two weeks the latest. You have plenty of money. Rent a place until you figure out what you want to do. But do it soon. The new owners will bring the sheriff into it if you’re not out by the end of the two weeks. I would not want that to happen to you.”

I tried to get up but Marge held me down. The next thing was the growling sound of the beast leaving. Leaving me forever?

The flood gates opened and I just could not stop crying.

What had I done?

I messed up my whole life for a stupid fantasy. My Terry was gone.

... and just like that we were back on track. Didn't even need a Bobby Ewing shower scene.

Well done there Timmy, you carefully left her dangling by a very thin thread, but not entirely cut adrift. The rollercoaster continues.

Thanks for coming back to us all.

Timmy,
Great Story! GH made a statement a couple of weeks ago about love the trust. These two elements appeared to missing in Terry and Clarissa’s relationship. As you do the character build it sometimes becomes difficult to separate story characters from real life characters. That lack of separation is what makes a good story a great story. Of course it is not over until the car comes to a complete stop and I am just along for the ride.
Thanks,
JJ

Timmy,
Its almost time for a bump. How is the thought going on direction? The old Terry may be gone, but the new Terry? Maybe another matter. Though why he persists with his CB is something else. A short term experiment to please a wife he loves is one thing, continuing to deny himself even a self induced orgasm is quite another. Time to end that madness.

Peak and JJ,

thanks for your comments.

Peak, the CB was self preservation. Protection against "mouth hugs" and efforts to seduce him into staying. We don't know if he has a key or not, do we now?

Eventually I cried myself out and calmed down. Petey made some tea and I sat up looking around the living room – the room were Terry and I spent many happy hours. Was it all gone?

What was I going to do? I had plenty of money so that was not a worry. Do I want to fight or should I sign the separation agreement and see how things will develop. It was not as final as the divorce. Maybe I can salvage our marriage. Give Terry time to reflect. Same goes for me. I need to find out what caused the changes in me.

When I look at myself, I have to admit that I don’t like myself much at the moment. I screwed up two lives by my actions.

I have no idea how much time passed since Terry left but suddenly there was Petey saying that dinner was served. He had raided the fridge and found enough stuff to make dinner for the three of us.

As I sat down I realized how hungry I was. If you had asked me an hour ago I would told you that there was no way I could eat a single bite.

I told Petey where he could find some wine and got some glasses for us. Looking at Marge I wanted to know if it was OK for Petey to have some too. I really wanted him to have some but it was up to her.

Marge saw my questioning look, smiled and nodded. It was OK for Petey to have some wine with us.

During dinner I mentioned that I needed to find a new place to live. To my surprise, Petey came up with a solution. The company he worked for had a corporate apartment all furnished. They had no need for it at this time and I could have it for paying the maintenance charges. It would be available for at least three months.

That was enough time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I liked my job but I was not sure if staying in the same city as Terry was such a good idea at the moment. Something to think about.

We sat for a while at the table and talked while Petey took care of the dirty dishes. There was one more meal left that I could re-heat tomorrow night.

Finally Marge said “Clarissa, are you OK? We’ll gladly stay if you feel you need us to.”

“Thank you Marge and Petey, I’m OK right now. You’ve already done so much for me. I really appreciate you being here.”

“Don’t thank us” said Marge. “Thank Terry, he loves you and was concerned about you. He knew that he had to get out of here but he was not willing to leave you alone. That’s why he called us. I should read you the riot act for screwing up your relationship with that Prince but I’m sure you know and there will be times when you wished you could really kick yourself in the ass for what you’ve done.”

“No need to knock you when you’re already down.”

“Well Petey dear, we better go. Tomorrow is a work day and I still have a chore or two for you before you get to relax in your doggie bed.”

After they had left, I locked up the place and went upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. Not sure if I will be able to relax.

There I was in that big bed of ours and I realized that I was truly alone. The tears came back but I also realized that I had no one to blame but myself.

Eventually I cried myself to relax.

It took a while before I realized that the alarm was blasting and it was time to get myself together and go to work.

Once in the office, I went to the company’s legal department were I had a friend, well not a friend friend but someone more than just an office acquaintance. We would have lunch from time to time.

“Say Sally, please don’t talk to anyone about this but I have some marriage issues and need to talk to an attorney. Any recommendations?”

“Yes, John Sykes’ office, they got some ‘sharks’ there. Used them myself when My hubby stepped out on me.”

“Can’t use them, John is Terry’s attorney. Any other you can suggest”

She gave me a name and called for me to make an appointment for later that day.

I did some checking on the net and found that Ms Grace Wallis had good reputation – in some quarters she was quite hated. She only handled wives.

I’ll see what she has to say.

Later that afternoon after listening to my short version of what happened, just that I slept with someone who was not my husband over his objections and reading the pre-nuptual agreement regarding the business as well as the proposed divorce and separation agreements.

“Well Clarissa, I may call you that?”

“Yes of course Ms Wallis.”

Ms Wallis was a formidable lady in what appeared to be early fifties but according to her on-line profile was actually 62 years “young”.

“Clarissa, I won’t charge you for this visit since I don’t see any way that I can help you. Trying to fight this would be a waste of money and time. The prenuptial agreement is iron clad. Your husband paid you every cent you had coming from your investment in his company. My recommendation is that you sign the separation agreement if you feel you have any hopes and chances of reconciling with him. On the other hand, the divorce settlement is generous under the given circumstances and will allow you to move forward rather than dwell on what was. Since I don’t know your husband, other than the stellar reputation he has in the local business community, I cannot make any assessment of your chances of getting back together with him.”

“I wish you all the best and hope that things will work out for you.”

She stood up and it was clear that the interview was over and done with.

“Thank you for your time and advice Ms. Wallis.”

With those words I left towards a bleak looking future. I still did not know what I wanted or should do. Was there a chance for us to get back together? I had no idea.

With nothing better to do, I headed for the apartment that Petey had talked about to see if could have a look at it.

He had left word and I was given the tour by some lady working at the rental office.

The place suited me. It was close to work. Maybe now that is was getting cooler, I could walk to work a few days a week. So I signed a month to month lease and told them that I would move in over the weekend. The place was furnished quite nicely.

Saturday morning found me packing my stuff with a heavy heart. I had been so happy here ‘til that fateful day when I got the crazy notion that Terry was the ideal cuckold and house slave. What ever possessed me, I don’t know. I shall have to make an effort to find out if I wanted a remote chance of winning Terry back.

I only took my permisteral stuff, some art work that I had purchased with my money and half the linens and towels, stuff like that. I also took a set of china that I had gotten from my Grandlady.

I left a note for Terry on the kitchen table with my new address and that I didn’t want or needed any of the furniture left in the house.

Timmy

I'm sorry I missed your previous installment. I was on a cross country driving trip. I just read it now along with the succeeding post. Those were two outstanding chapters. I loved them. This is an outstanding story and when you are finished with it I hope you will post it at Literotica or another site where it won't get lost.

Thank you

GH

This really is an amazingly well written story. For me, one of the things that makes the Clarissa character realistic is the phrases in her thoughts...They are perfectly aligned with Psycho/Socio path patterns.

Everything is seen and all decisions are made almost soley in terms of "What's in it for Clarissa" or "What will Clarissa lose" . "Oh no, I've lost my Tommy" is a perfect example. There is never any real remorse for any action except in terms of what Clarissa lost by the mistake. Thank you Timmy for some superb character development!

The ship turns slowly, but the ship turns. Thanks Timmy.

time for a bump!