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Mistreated Wife

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: friskyboy Posted on: 26 Feb 2004 1 comments
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This is just a story I've been playing with for a little while. It's all fiction. Your comments are welcome. Give me some feedback and let me know where I should take it from here. I have several possibilities in mind and don't know which one to use.""I don't love you anymore," he said flatly. "You never even make any noise when I fuck you. Hell, I can't even tell you're alive. You're such a fucking prude. I was such a fool when I married you!" "Some things never change," she said calmly, "but I was in love then and didn't notice." He finished putting the last of his clothes in a big suitcase and slammed it shut. It had such a final note to it she thought. If only she'd listened to her mother and her best friend Sophie. She wasn't sure when the whole thing began to fall apart, but she was certain that she'd died and gone to hell quite some time ago. He snapped her back to reality with his loud voice and sharp tongue. "I'm leaving you, you stupid bitch, and I'll never come back. They will probably give you the house and the car anyway, so just take them both and shove them right up that little whore ass of yours." "You know I never let anything go up there," she said sweetly." "Yeah, and that's why you are such a loser. You'll never find anyone that will treat you as I have." "Oh dear god, I hope you're right." She was trying to keep from crying. This stupid man thought that since she didn't show her emotions that she must not have any. She lay there on the bed and listened to his thundering footsteps echoing down the long hallway. She was truly relieved when she heard the door slam shut behind him. She just laid there, tears stinging her big green eyes. She was determined that she'd be strong. She needed a few days to herself anyway. She knew he'd come back in two or three days at the latest, drunk as a dog, and begging for forgiveness. In the meantime, she would begin making her plans. She didn't think she was extremely bright, or at least her husband of twelve years never said or did anything to make her think she was. She began to ring her hands and now the tears flowed as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. She'd fucked up, and she had been so young. She hadn't really known what she was getting herself in to. But, oh sweet Jesus, she knew now. It sure wasn't going to be easy for her to explain her predicament to her mother or Sophie, but that looked like her only chance, the only way out. No, she just couldn't. Thoughts of her mother flashed through her mind. "Oh Carla, Surely you don't intend to marry that retch. He'll use you, fuck you up the ass, and drain you of all your money and self-esteem." And oh god, he'd done just that, hadn't he? In a last attempt to save her daughter, her mother had told her that if she married that creep that she'd be on her own, and motherless as far as she was concerned. This had only angered Carla. She was only 14, but she was so in love. She just had to have this man for her own, and if mother couldn't understand the love and devotion she felt, well then shit on her. She was going to be happy. She wouldn't live as her mother had done, always afraid to speak for fear of a cruel beating from her husband. Hell, She wondered why her mother thought she knew anything more than Carla herself. You sure couldn't tell it by the drunk that her mother had married. And her friend Sophie, always so wise beyond her years tried to comfort her. "Oh Carla, your mother doesn't really mean that she'd ever disown you. She loves you and she knows what you are about to get yourself in to. She wants to keep you from making the same mistakes that she made. Don't be angry with her. You'll have to understand that her poor heart is breaking in two. She's just out to help you, and years from now, you'll understand." Well, she sure did understand now. She wondered if Sophie would even talk to her. She thought that Sophie might be a better friend than her own mother. Maybe she'd call her. Yes, that was what she'd do. She got out of bed and looked through her purse until she'd found her little address book. Hell, Sophie would have moved away or at least moved out of her parent's house and gotten a place of her own. It had been 11 years since she'd even talked to Sophie. Her husband told her, in no uncertain terms, what would happen to Sophie if he found out that Carla was even in contact with her. He said that Sophie was too innocent, just like Carla. "Honey, that old cow is so cold and stuck up that I'd bet she could freeze the balls off of the devil himself. But you my darlin', I just can't wait to fuck that ass wide open! We don't want Sophie to talk you out of something like that do we?" In the end, Sophie didn't get to say much of anything to her at all. Fresh tears welled up in Carla's eyes as she thought about pretty, young Sophie. She'd always felt so safe and secure around Sophie. Sometimes, she even wondered if they could be sexually attracted to each other. With a shaky hand, she reached for the telephone and dials Sophie's parent's house. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, and finally a voice that Carla didn't recognize said, "yes?" "Hi, This is Carla Raymer. May I speak to Sophie please? "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, Sophie doesn't live here. She left about 10 years ago. This is her mother. What do you want with Sophie? You know I can't tell you where she is. We all know what your husband would do, and he's very capable of doing just what he promised. Let's just say you got the wrong number. Ok sweetie?" "No, no, my husband had left, and he won't be back. Please, I've just got to talk to Sophie! Won't you at least tell me where she is?" Sophie's mother became very brisk and business-like. Well, thought Carla this is better than a complete rejection. "I'm sorry, Sophie's not in at the moment, may I take a message for her please? I'll tell her that you called just as soon as I see her." Carla gave her new number and then as an afterthought, she said, "Does Sophie even live in this town anymore? "I really couldn't say," Sophie's mother said calculatingly, "but you can rest assured that when I see her, she'll get the message. Now you have a nice day, and" "Ma'am, Carla interrupted, grasping at straws now, "Please call her. I must speak with her at once." "Well, ok, it's just that I can't seem to forgive you. You hurt my poor Sophie so. She loved you very much, and I don't want to let her be hurt again. But, I'll call her and let her know that you want to talk to her. It will be completely up to her whether or not she'll call you. I just want you to understand that." And with that, Carla heard the receiver being placed back in to its cradle. Well, that was that. If Sophie wanted to talk to her, she would call, and if not, not. The next few hours were pure Hell for Carla. She tried to occupy her mind with housework. There were several letters that needed to be mailed, so she hurriedly pulled on a pair of her husband's old boxers and a skimpy tank top. She looked out the window and saw that it was not only raining, it was pouring. She'd have to make a run for it. She ran her fingers through her long red hair and stepped out to the mailbox hoping she'd get there before the mailman came. It was about a hundred yards to the mailbox. Oh well, these bills had to be mailed. She'd just reached the mailbox when she heard a voice call to her. "Hey, Carla, Where's Glen?" It was her father in-law. She started a little. She wasn't dressed for company or anything like that, and she didn't want anyone to see her with her swollen eyes and tear-streaked face. She also was drenched by this time, and her boxers were clinging to her round firm ass. They were tight to begin with, but now they stuck to her like a glove. "Well, she began, "he probably won't be back for several hours yet. He's gone to a friend's house." Her father in-law was coming closer and closer to her, and she didn't really want to invite him inside, hell she didn't want any company. She just wanted to get inside so that she could hear the phone ring if Sophie should happen to call her. "What's the matter," he was standing not more than 3 feet away from her, and looking directly in to her eyes. "Has Glen been beating you again?" She was really shocked now. She thought she'd kept things hidden so well, but Glen's father knew, and she wondered who else knew all about it. "No, not this time." She actually felt a spark of rage at this man who was pretending to be so kind. If he was as concerned as he appeared to be, he would have warned her about Glen years ago, or maybe even done something to help her. She felt lied to and intruded upon. I'll just shock the shit out of him, she thought. "Well, he got mad and left because I wouldn't let him fuck me up the ass, she said shamelessly. Your son is a real shit head, ok?" Jerry looked shocked and almost alarmed for just a split second, but he quickly recovered. "I understand your frustration," he began. "Glen has been a disappointment to me and his mother. He always had everything he wanted. We just wanted to make him happy. We didn't realize that we were creating a spoiled little irresponsible brat until it was too late. I was happy when he found someone to marry, but I felt so sorry for you because I knew what the next few years of your life would be like, but I never thought he'd be so cruel." Jerry was very close to her now and despite her rage, she felt a tingle of excitement coursing through her. He was almost pressed up against her, and he put his arm around her. She couldn't help but notice his big tall strong muscular body that was so unlike Glen's short fat one. She found herself wondering if this man had a bigger cock than his son did. She felt her heart begin to beat furiously, and she was ashamed, and to make matters even worse, it just excited her all the more. "I," she began in a small halting voice, "I really need to go back inside. I'm waiting for a friend to call me and I just can't miss that phone call." She turned from him and began running back to the house. She didn't look over her shoulder to see if he was following her, but she knew he was right behind her. Dam nit to hell she thought. Now she had to entertain him for the rest of the day. She wondered what she had done to deserve such a fate as this. Oh well, it can't be helped. She didn't dislike Jerry; she just wanted to be alone when Sophie called so that she could really talk without having to sensor anything. She went inside and opened the refrigerator to get them both a Pepsi, and at that same instant the phone rang. Carla shrieked in excitement and dropped the Pepsi's on the floor. She dashed to the phone, grabbed it, put it to her ear, and pressed the button. Nothing happened. The phone continued to ring. "Oh this fuckin piece of shit," she screamed! She ran in to the living room, almost colliding with Jerry. Stupid fool she thought. He ought to know to stay out of a hysterical woman's way. She grabbed the receiver off its cradle on the table by the door. "Hello," she said in a breathless rush. "Hello!" The phone was silent in her hand. "Is anyone there?" she asked. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard a timid voice. "Carla, is that you?" It was Sophie. "Oh, thank god you called me," Carla began to cry with a mixture of frustration and happiness. "Please come over here as soon as you can. I've just got to talk to you!" She knew that her father in-law was standing right behind her and would hear every word she said, but Sophie was much more important right now. "Listen," Carla began, "I'm getting a divorce. You and mother were so right. I just can't take it anymore. I desperately need your help. Please Sophie, don't turn your back on me now." What more could she say. She stood still and waited for Sophie's answer. "I have always wondered when you would come to your senses. Where is Glen?" He stormed out of the house very early this morning because, well, I wouldn't let him have anal sex with me," she finished lamely. She didn't mind shocking Jerry, but Sophie hadn't done anything to deserve a cruel tongue. "I'd love to see you, but it would put us both in pretty grave danger. You know that, don't you?" Carla did, but she heard herself speaking and her own words surprised her. "Yes, I'm aware of it. But he won't be back before tomorrow night at the very earliest. Sophie, I need to be moved out of the house by the time he gets here." She heard Jerry's sharp intake of breath. "Oh shit," she thought to herself. "Just one more thing to deal with." "I'm going to file for a divorce. He's treated me like shit for the last 12 years and I just can't deal with it anymore." Do you think you could help me?" "Well, I don't know. I'd love too, but it will take a couple of strong men to move your furniture out of the house." "Oh Sophie, I don't even give a shit about that right now. Won't you just come over and visit with me for a little while. Maybe the two of us could brainstorm and come up with a plan." Sophie agreed, and they hung up. Carla ran to get a towel. She was absolutely drenched. Jerry had folded up his umbrella and laid it on the kitchen counter. She wished she'd thought to grab her own umbrella before she'd gone out in that mess. She was also very aware of how she looked, and really wanted to change her clothes. She was standing in the bathroom, drying off as best she could. She decided not to change clothes. There were other things to do right now. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh, what a mess!" she thought. She was 5 feet 4 inches tall, with thick red hair that came to her ass. She had big green eyes that seamed to always tell people what she was thinking. Most people thought she had a pretty face, but she wished that her face didn't look so squared. She was a little overweight, at least by her own standards, but she still had a very nice figure. Her wet clothes clung to her, and she felt very self-conscious. "Carla?" She jumped. Jerry was right behind her. He walked up to her and put his arm around her. "I just want you to know that I understand, and I'll help you in any way I can. It's the least I can do for you." Again, she noticed his strong body, and instinctively, needing some sort of comfort, she moved backward. Their bodies were touching now, and her heart was beating furiously. She wondered if Jerry could hear it. He began rubbing her shoulders, and then his hands slipped lower. He was rubbing her stomach with the palms of his hands. He seemed to be pulling her against him. She felt her nipples hardening. He rubbed his lips against her neck and she heard him make a noise deep in his throat. She began to feel his hardness against her ass. She just couldn't help thinking of Glen's less than average cock, and she found herself hoping that his father would be more gifted. They both stood still for a moment, each listening to the other's breathing. "Carla," he whispered. "I guess I'd better get back home. I can't believe this is happening!" She fought to compose herself. It took quite some effort. She had to resist the urge to feel the lump in his pants to see if it was any larger than Glen's. "I meant to offer you a Pepsi, but I dropped it on the floor. You're welcome to pick one up on your way out. Just make sure you're out of the house when you open it." They both laughed at this. He turned to walk out of the bathroom, and she followed him to the door. At the door he turned to face her again. "Carla," he began. "I meant what I said. If I can do anything to help you, don't be afraid to let me know." Carla felt another sudden surge of anger rising within her. "You've known about my predicament for years, and you just sat back watching the show! Why start pretending you care at this late date?"He could see the unshed tears in her eyes. He noticed the slight trembling of her hands. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Carla, I've been in the background for far too long. I know you don't think I care, but I really do. When was the last time Glen had a job? How do you think the bills are being paid? Even the house is mine. I put a down-payment on it as a wedding present to the both of you, but Glen asked me not to tell you. I think he wanted you to believe that he bought the house. He was supposed to begin paying on it, but he never made the first payment. I have continued to pay for it because I didn't want to see the house being pulled out from under the two of you."