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Mistreated Wife Part 2

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Read Mistreated Wife first, or this won't make any sense.The husband's thoughts and experiences.Chapter 2Glen picked up the little suitcase and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Sometimes he wished he could just get the hell out of town and start his life a new, but of course the old battered pickup truck would only get him to the outskirts of town at the best. He thought about going to his father and demanding some money so he could get good and drunk. What had he done to deserve such a fate as this. He had no job, and therefore no money. He didn't even own the house, but he just couldn't let Carla know that. He'd promised her that she'd have the life she deserved. He thought he could provide, but now that he was out of his parent's house and out in the real world it was a whole new ball game. His parents had always given him whatever his little heart desired, and somehow he never really thought about where or how they got the money to spend on him.The first few months after the wedding were pure hell for both Glen and Carla. He'd led her to believe that he had a really good job and that she would never have to worry about money. He just assumed that his parents would provide whatever they needed and Carla wouldn't have to be any the wiser. Well, it had kind of worked out that way in the end, but it took a long time before his parents stepped in and began to pay the bills. Glen did odd jobs here and there so he could earn his drinking and smoking money. He stayed gone most of the time. This was the one thing for which Carla was thankful.Glen began walking down the street, lost in thought and oblivious to the world around him. At first Carla had been so good in bed! She just loved sucking him off and letting him fuck her pretty little breasts. He'd been proud of her too. He loved to take her places and show her off. But after the first 2 or 3 months, it came to an absolute standstill. One day she just told him that she'd had enough. She said that she was tired of pleasing him and not getting anything out of it in return. Glen had been honestly confused by this. Had she really not liked their sex life? He'd thought it was perfect. "Shit! What does the woman want?" At first he felt utterly rejected and mortified. Was he doing something wrong? He was a grown man, and he didn't need some psychology book to tell him how to have good sex. He never had a problem getting off, or even getting hard for that matter. Hell, he stayed hard, so it must be her problem. Other women he'd been with didn't complain. Of course, most of them were one night stands, and Glen liked it that way. "Two horney people get together, satisfy the urge, and that's that!" There was no need for any strings.He remembered the 20 dollars in his back pocket that he'd gotten for hauling off an old broken swing set for the old lady down the street. He ran back to his truck, got in, and drove away. The old truck would at least get him to the bar. He really didn't like the bar, but he did like to get drunk. He had a lot on his mind, and he just wanted to get good and smashed and then go sit in his truck and think and sleep. It didn't take him long. 30 minutes after he'd gotten to the bar he was already pretty plastered."Hey man," It was his best friend from high school. Glen always wondered how Terry could always be so damned happy. Terry had married just a couple of months after Glen's own wedding, and it seemed that he and his wife had the picture perfect marriage. "Having problems with the old lady again?" Terry asked."Just leave me the fuck alone and take that god damned smile somewhere else," Glen growled."Hey man! Why don't you loosen up and tell me what's the matter? You've been acting like a shithead ever since you got married! Maybe I could give you some helpful advice.""I doubt it. But if you really want to know, come out to the truck and we'll talk about it." Terry had to support him as they walked out the door. The cool night air revived Glen just a little, but not enough to amount to anything. "I don't want every fuckin' body in that bar talking about me," Glen said when they'd climbed inside the truck.""Tell me about your sex life with Rhonda," Glen said in a slightly lowered tone. Terry looked bewildered for a second, but recomposed himself and began to talk."Well, you know I'd been around the block before I ever got married, and she had only been with one guy in her whole life before me. It was kind of difficult at first, but kind of fun too. After the first few times we had sex, we started showing each other what turned us on. I asked her to masturbate for me. She was very reluctant, but I could tell that deep down she really wanted to do it. I told her that I'd jerk off for her too, and so she agreed. We love doing it like that. She showed me how she liked her clit to be played with, and how she liked her nipples to be pinched. We still try new things once in a while. She's better than all those other girls combined! Now what about you?""I wish I was so lucky. At first she loved sucking me off and she'd let me do everything I wanted to do. The only thing I could never do was fuck her little ass. But one day she just told me that she didn't like our sex life, and she had never really gotten anything out of it.""What kind of stuff does she like? Do you play with her breasts?""Well hell, I used to love to put my dick between those little breasts. I could shoot off just like that! She has some super little tits. Not too small, but not too big. I remember the first time I titty-fucked her. It was incredible! I just totally lost it and shot off all over her breasts and chin." The memory made Glen's cock begin to harden. He began tapping on it through his pants absentmindedly. Terry noticed this and was filled with conflicting emotions. He felt sorry for poor Carla, he felt that he should try to talk to Glen about how to please a woman, and he had to admit, watching Glen rubbing his dick through his pants was a little bit of a turn-on in itself."So you like for her to suck you off," Terry began. "Do you ever eat her little pussy in return?""Nope," Glen said. "I just don't get in to that. Hell, she might not even like it. Now I just get on top of her, stick it in, and pound her till I cum. She says she doesn't get anything out of it anyway, so why prolong the matter. I get off, and that's what's important to me.""You've never really had good sex then," Terry said sadly. "If you've never made her scream your name, if you've never tasted that little pussy. And she's so pretty too.""Oh Shit Terry! They only scream like that in the movies! I like watching porn, but it's all fake. Real women don't do that shit. They just lay there and play dead till it's over and then they bitch at you. But since you asked, I did make her scream for over an hour once!""What did you do?" Terry asked."Once, when she was sucking me off, I promised her I'd tell her when I was about to cum, but I decided that I wanted to shoot off in her mouth, so I just kept quiet. And she bitched, and she screamed, and she bitched, and she screamed! I had to sleep on the fuckin' couch.""I don't blame her," Terry said. "Don't you ever want to make her happy? Your parents really did spoil you didn't they? If you can only make it last for a minute or two, wouldn't it be simpler to just give yourself a handjob?""Well, that's what I decided a long time ago, and so that's usually what I do. I haven't had a good blowjob in over 10 years. Well, I guess I have, but I've had to pay for them. That has to be my favorite thing in this whole damn world. A good blowjob is even better than getting drunk or high." Glen began rubbing his fingers up and down the length of his cock through his pants. He was fully hard now. He began thinking about the last time he'd paid a woman to suck him off. She was good, but she wouldn't let him cum in her mouth, so he considered it money wasted.Terry watched Glen's fingers rubbing up and down the bulge in his pants, and felt his own cock beginning to grow. "Oh shit," Terry thought. Terry had only had one experience with another boy, and that was when he was about 12 or 13. He considered himself to be straight. He'd never even really given much thought to playing with another man's dick, but he couldn't deny the fact that he'd gotten a boner from watching Glen playing with himself. Terry found himself wondering how big Glen's dick was. He didn't want Glen to stop playing with himself. He really wished that Glen would just unzip his pants and pull that thing out!"Does Carla like to play with your dick?" he asked. His voice had dropped slightly, and he wondered if Glen would notice. He wondered if Glen had ever messed around with another guy."She used to jack me off all the time. She would lick my balls and squeeze my dick. She knew I liked it. She could go all the way down on me when she wanted to." Glen opened the glove compartment and pulled out some magazines. He gave one to Terry and took one for himself. He began slowly turning the pages. Terry looked at the pictures for a minute. He had to admit that he'd seen better porn magazines before. If this was all Glen had to jerk to, he felt sorry for him.Glen was looking intently at the magazine in his hand and squeezing his cock with the other. Terry watched, beginning to rub himself. Glen began moving his hips up and down, making his cock strain against his pants. "Oh shit! I really need to jerk off! It's been a few days. Terry held his breath. They were sitting in the parking lot of the bar, and they could be easily seen by anyone who cared to look. Glen must have thought of this as well."Hey man. I'm going to drive around for a little while. I've got something to take care of."Terry didn't know if Glen expected him to leave or not. He reached for the door handle. "Hey, Glen?" he said in almost a whisper. Have you ever played with another man's dick?"Glen lowered the magazine and looked at Terry. "Fuck no! But I've let a couple of guys jerk me off before. If it feels good then do it. I'll lay back and enjoy anything that anyone wants to do to this dick."Terry felt utterly disgusted. "This is what Poor Carla must go through all the time," he thought. "How big is it?" he asked.In response, glen unsnapped his pants and raising his hips he pulled them down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock sprang free, and Terry was just a little disappointed. Glen's cock was maybe 5 and a half inches at best. Terry squeezed his own bulge. His was just barely over 8 inches. He was proud of his large manhood, and he decided to show it to glen. Quickly he unsnapped his pants and pulled them down the same way Glen had done. Glen gave a short admiring look, and then he picked up the magazine again. "If you want to suck me off I won't tell anyone at all." Terry smiled to himself. He watched as Glen's hand began moving faster and faster on his cock. Glen began to slide around in the seat. He was breathing faster now, and thrusting his hips up and down. Terry leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He began stroking his cock. He was content to listen to Glen. He wanted to hear another man having an orgasm, but he was shocked when he felt Glen's knee brush against his. He opened his eyes to see Glen staring at his cock."That's a big cock!" he remarked. I want to watch it squirt." Glen was kind of embarrassed. His mind was spinning with fantasies he hadn't thought of in years. He remembered watching a gay porn once, where one guy lay back with his head propped up, and the other guy had straddled him and fucked his mouth. Glen was as hard as a rock, and he wished to god that Terry would just suck him off!"Oh, shit Glen! I'm about to cum! I can't hold back." This was enough to send Glen over the edge. He gasped as he began to shoot cum all over his hand and the steering wheel. Terry spread his legs and tensed up as he began to shoot off. He made much less of a mess, but one squirt landed on his shirt just below his chin.They both sat there for a few seconds, both of them at a loss for words. Then Glen pulled up his pants and wiped the cum from his hands and the steering wheel with an old towel. "he must have been prepared," Terry thought. He took the towel from Glen and dabbed at his shirt. He got out of the truck, closed the door and stuck his head through the open window. "Are you going to go back home?" Terry asked."I doubt it. I don't know where I'll go for sure, but I'll see you around. Terry withdrew his head, and the truck rumbled in to life.