Marriage Made Me Do It Page 6

  Carl damn near came. A flush of red filled his cheeks. “You want to cuff me, too? Oh, God! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m glad it did. Yes, of course, I can’t wait!”

  Oh, you may not know what’s gotten into me, but I assure you, husband, I know who you got into and you’re going to pay dearly for dipping your wick into another candle. Smiling, I took a few bites of my untainted meatloaf while Carl gobbled his dog chow version down like, well, a dog. Smiling and nodding, listening to my spouse drone on about what he planned on doing to me in the bedroom, I kept refilling his tea while we ate. By the time we finished dinner, Carl was thoroughly buzzed.

  It was time to start phase two of my devious plans. Rising to my feet, I snatched both sets of cuffs off the table. “Ready for dessert, dear?”

  “Beyond,” Carl answered, downing the remainder of the tea.

  “Since I’m new to this experience, let me go first? It’ll relax my nerves, okay? You know, vanilla needs some time to turn into hot chocolate,” I purred, dangling the cuffs behind my back as I took the stairs.

  “Honey, I’m your slave tonight. Do what you will.”

  Oh, I plan on it, baby.

  ***

  Carl followed me upstairs. Once we reached the bedroom door, he darted past me, launching his chubby body onto the bed. I hadn’t seen him move so quick since his college football days. It took him less than five seconds to shed his clothes. Seeing my husband—my fucking mate of close to twenty years—sprawled out on the bed, arms above his head, dick hard as a rock and standing at full attention, I almost laughed.

  I sensed my husband wasn’t a virgin when it came to bondage. I wonder which little whore broke his cherry? There was a part of me completely dumbfounded by the fact I really didn’t know my husband. Never, not even one time, had Carl ever come close to hinting he liked things rough.

  The candles I lit earlier were the only light in the room. Pausing by the edge of the bed, I did a sexy little dance before straddling Carl’s quaking thighs. Using my sweetest, childlike voice, I whispered: “I’m not sure how to do this. Do I just click them on, or—?”

  Taking a pair from my hands, Carl said: “Here, like this. Now, secure the other end to the headboard, and then do the same with the other set. Do you want me to turn over so you can spank me? Did you buy a whip, too?”

  Nope, my husband had his bondage cherry popped already. Demerit!

  “I have several toys on the agenda for tonight, but for right now, let me play with Rufus.” I ground my hips into his dick, the one I’d given the playful nickname to years ago. “Then, I’ll turn you over and give your rump a good spanking. That’s a promise.”

  “Hurry, Roxy! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out before I cum. I want to be inside you right now!”

  Cuffs finally secure, tonight’s prey was now at my mercy. “Let’s play a game, Carl. A Fifty Shades game.”

  “Yes, oh God, yes!”

  Sliding down the bed, I gave Rufus a light squeeze. Closing his eyes, Carl groaned with ecstasy. It took him a second to realize I wasn’t on the bed.

  “Roxy? What are you—oh, shit!”

  The kitchen knife looked downright terrifying under the flickering light of the candles. Smiling as I admired the sharp edges, I answered: “I said I wanted to play a game, and you agreed. It’s called Fifty Shades of Ginger.”

  Hard dick—gone! It deflated like a popped balloon. Raging Rufus went back to Limp Biscuit. Guess Carl wasn’t taking one of those blue little dick pills after all. The ones I found in the back of the closet earlier, stuffed inside the pocket of an old suit, must be old.

  “Ginger?” Carl whispered, eyes bulging and face snow white.

  Before Carl had a chance to move or say anything else, I jumped onto the bed, crushing his thighs under my weight. In one swift motion, I grabbed a handful of limp flesh with my left hand while bringing the sharp edge of the knife inches from the shaft with my right.

  “Yep. That hot little side dish stopped by today with the joyful news! Congratulations, Professor, you’re going to be a daddy, which means you’ll be around sixty when the little one graduates high school. Isn’t that just the neatest?”

  “Oh, shit,” Carl muttered.

  “Those were the first words that popped into my mind when I met Ginger today! Isn’t that funny? I’ve heard, or maybe read, somewhere, that after years of being together couples start looking and thinking alike. Obviously, the first part isn’t true in our case, but it seems we’re on the right track for the second! Now, we don’t have time for the fifty questions I originally wanted to ask, so we’ll cut them short. Oh, sorry,” I giggled. “Bet cut isn’t a word you want to hear at the moment. One circumcision is enough, huh?”

  “Roxy, I—”

  “You aren’t playing by the rules, Carl. This is a yes or no game unless I specifically say otherwise. I want quick, honest answers or you’ll get quick, harsh punishment. Ready?”

  Clamping his mouth shut, Carl nodded. Though he couldn’t see over his watermelon belly what I was doing, I knew he felt it. The stench of fear—along with tons of sweat—burst from his pores, making me gag.

  “Before I start asking questions, remember, I’ve got my fingers wrapped around an organ with a vein in it. I’ll be able to detect the slightest deviation in heart rate. If you lie, I’ll know it. I suggest you tell the truth, even if you think it’s harsh and something I might not want to hear. You ready for the first question?”

  Carl nodded, a few tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

  God, this was so much fun! I am woman hear me growl!

  “Good! Okay, question one: Was Ginger the first time you’ve been unfaithful, you know, with a real, live whore, rather than ones on the computer?”

  “No,” Carl mumbled.

  Move over, Wonder Woman. Your lasso of truth had nothing on Raging Roxy’s butcher knife and strong grip!

  “First child out of wedlock?”

  “Yes.”

  “If the test results had been negative, would you have come clean and confessed to the little”, I gave the limp flesh a squeeze, “indiscretion with Ginger?”

  “Yes.”

  I pressed the tip of the blade into his skin above the groin hard enough to hurt yet not draw blood. “Remember, honest answers, darling husband. This is your only save.”

  “No,” Carl whimpered.

  “I did a bit of research online before you arrived home. Seems paternity results can be obtained rather quickly. Now, here’s a question you may answer with more than a simple yes or no: Did you give your DNA sample before or after Rachel died?”

  No answer, just a weird groan.

  I hummed the tune of Jeopardy.

  Carl moaned then answered: “The day she went to the hospital.”

  Anger bubbled inside my chest, but I pushed it away. I needed to concentrate, keep my composure, and not succumb to rage. Carl said he was late to the hospital because he was stuck in downtown traffic. He was stuck all right—between a rock and a hard place. God, a dog bite and a whore-dog husband ruined my life on the same fucking day! Forcing my mind to stay calm, I took a deep breath. I had to get through the Q&A portion before I went to the bonus round. Then, I would let the fury fly.

  “How many?”

  “What?” Carl muttered.

  “How many times have you been unfaithful during our marriage, Carl? Twice? Ten? One-hundred? Remember the rules and be honest.”

  Carl was crying harder now.

  Glancing up, I smiled.

  Tears, snot, and spittle covered his red face. “Ten.”

  Squeezing, I urged, “You sure?”

  “Okay, okay! Ginger was the thirteenth time. But, I swear, Roxy, after the pregnancy scare, I was—”

  “Uh-uh, you aren’t allowed any additional comments unless I say so. And it wasn’t a pregnancy scare. It’s confirmed. You’re having a fucking baby, at your age, with a tramp young enough to be your daughter—aren’t yo
u just a shining example to Carol?”

  Carl’s response was a pathetic whimper.

  “Hmm, thirteen? Isn’t that an unlucky number? So unlucky, in fact, buildings don’t use it? Yes, I believe it is. Especially for you.”

  “Roxanne, please, I’m begging you. Stop. I’m so sorry.”

  I crushed his worthless piece of flesh between my fingers.

  Carl screamed in pain, writhing underneath me.

  “One more outburst like that and you’ll scream so loud the entire block will hear you. Understand?”

  “Yes.” Sniffle. Sniffle. Snort. Snort.

  “Okay, hang in there, honey. You’re doing just fine. Let’s see, what else did I want to know?” I tapped the blade against his balls.

  Carl moaned in agony.

  “Thirteen is quite a number. When did you first defile our vows, darling husband? Oh, and you may answer with full sentences during this line of questioning.”

  “After your surgery.”

  His answer made me laugh. A sick, twisted, maniacal laugh. Of course he did! The male attachment to big boobs left my poor husband dazed and confused, eyes gravitating to the nearest set of enormous knockers, whether real or fake. The surgery ended my physical pain yet it seemed to be the starting point for mental anguish. If Carl’s number was correct, it put him close to having one affair per year since my surgery.

  Bastard.

  “In all your dalliances over the last fifteen fucking years, was this the first time you neglected to use protection?”

  “Yes, well, no.”

  “I’m confused. Which is it?”

  “I always used condoms. Always, I swear. Well, except for just once with Ginger. She caught me off guard in my office one day and—”

  “That’s all it takes. Just once. One moment of unbelievable weakness and look what happened? Countless lives are ruined in a flash. Oops! I’m getting sidetracked, aren’t I? Bad news sometimes does that to a person. Some people don’t handle life’s little upheavals well. Guess I’m one of them.”

  “I’m sorry,” Carl whined.

  “I agree. You are a sorry excuse for a husband. So, here we are. The good news is, hopefully, you didn’t pass any STDs to your wife, but that’s something you can’t answer. I’ll leave that up to Dr. Critchon, after I see him tomorrow. I’m interested to hear the answer to my next question. What was last night in the hot tub all about? One last hurrah? A pity fuck or maybe a leftover hard-on from Coco being in the house? Remember, tell the truth.”

  “No.”

  “No to all three? Then what was the reason, Carl? It certainly isn’t because you love me. Full sentence answers, please.”

  “I was afraid—scared about the results. I knew if the child was mine, our marriage would end. I do love you, Roxy. I wanted to feel you one more time.”

  “Pft! Nice try, Carl, but I don’t buy the load of shit you’re peddling. As usual, your dick was hard and your hand tired. You decided to stick it in the closest warm hole. Now, here’s the bad news, at least for you: The question and answer session is over.”

  “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Carl whispered.

  Throwing my head back, I roared with laughter. “Carl Andrew! What kind of woman do you think I am? I’m the mother of your child, for Godsakes. Well, not the only mother, but the important one—I’m the first! Of course I’m not going to kill you. Oh, I thought about it, yet in the end, bearing your child saved your life. I won’t put Carol through that kind of pain; which leads me to the next part of tonight’s game. It’s called: What Roxy Gets for Being Married to a Cheater. The Fifty Shades of Ginger round is over.”

  Carl’s sigh of relief made his entire body vibrate. “Thank you.”

  A premature comment. My husband always had a problem with prematurity in the bedroom.

  “Now, I’m going to unlatch one arm, you’re going to flip over, grab the headboard, and hold still while I reattach the cuff. I wouldn’t recommend trying anything foolish, because this knife is really sharp, and my temper is really short.”

  “Okay, whatever you want, Roxy. Whatever you want. Beat me into submission, I don’t care. I deserve it.”

  Climbing off the bed, I unlatched one handcuff. Carl flipped over, his white ass up in the air, ready to take his punishment. To my surprise, he didn’t offer up a fight. The second he was on his belly, his free hand grabbed the headboard. After re-attaching the cuff, I grimaced. “I never knew you were into bondage, Carl. Never. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you’re enjoying this.”

  “No, I’m not! I just want to make things right between us, Roxy. I deserve to be punished. Once you finish releasing your justified anger, maybe we can talk about this. I don’t want our marriage to end.”

  “There’s nothing left to say, darling,” I purred. Backing up, I reached over and picked up the whip. It wasn’t the kind you find at a sex shop. It was a real riding crop I bought at a tack store a few hours earlier. Knife in one hand, whip in the other, I climbed back onto the bed.

  Carl was on all fours, shaking.

  With a hard-on.

  Whack!

  “Oww! Jesus, Roxy! That hurt!”

  “You lied. Rufus betrayed your true feelings about the situation. I told you not to lie to me!”

  Whack!

  Two bright, pink whelps appeared. Carl’s erection disappeared after hitting him with all I had.

  “I’m filing for divorce. Tomorrow. We’re through.”

  Whack!

  “Okay, okay!” Carl whimpered.

  “I’m getting the house, alimony, you’ll pay off my car, and I’ll get half of your retirement and the money in savings. Credit card bills all land in your lap. Lucky for you Carol’s got a free ride to college and is too old for child support, but you’ll continue to pay her car payment, insurance, and help her out with expenses while in college.”

  Whack!

  Oh, his ass is beet red, and I’m enjoying the hell out of this. Was I a closet dominatrix? No, I felt no sexual excitement, only rage.

  “Okay! Okay! Whatever you want just please stop, Roxy!”

  “Shut up!” Whack!

  Carl’s entire body shook with fear and pain.

  “I won’t tell a soul about your porn obsession or your impending fatherhood if I get all I want. You’ll tell our daughter and others after the divorce is over about the baby. Try fucking with me, and you’ll regret it. I copied the hard drive on your laptop and scanned your credit card statements today that show all your charges to online porn. Oh, and I downloaded all your texts and emails with not only Ginger, but others. Imagine my surprise when I realized you’d been humping Coco since she was fourteen! I told you she was jailbait. Now, all those things are in the hands of my attorney. I like to call them my aces in the hole. Just one little misstep, one item you try to cross me on, and I’ll take it all to the president of the university. Guaranteed. Tenured or not, I doubt you’ll retain your job when they find out you’ve been bumping uglies with a student and knocked her up.”

  Whack! Whack! Double Whack.

  Carl sobbed uncontrollably as blood dripped off his torn-up rear onto the comforter. (Mental side note—stop by Bed Bath & Beyond tomorrow and purchase new sheets and comforter. This set is toast. Check!).

  “We’re both going to tell our daughter you decided to leave and the end of our marriage is your fault, not mine. You’re having some sort of midlife crisis bullshit. Same goes for our friends. We simply grew apart and you decided to move out; which, by the way, will happen tonight. I’ve already packed your clothes and essential toiletries. They’re in the study next to your destroyed laptop. I’m afraid I couldn’t control myself after I realized Ginger wasn’t your only sexual conquest. Pick all of it up when you leave. I’ll tell Carol tonight when she comes home we’re getting a divorce. I need to give her time to absorb the news before she starts school.”

  Whack! Whack!

  “Please, stop! I’m so sorry, Roxy. I’ve got
a problem, I know it. I couldn’t help myself! It’s not you, it’s me. Those women meant nothing to me, I swear!”

  “Pft! Women? You mean girls. Why don’t you tell me something I don’t already know? I’ve been the perfect wife! I serviced you, made sure to keep in shape so you’d be proud of your spouse— unlike you. I raised our daughter, maintained a spotless home, cooked every night, remained faithful to your little dick, and for what? For this ultimate betrayal? Do you have any idea how humiliated I was today, Carl? Opening the door and coming face-to-face with your whore? Your pregnant whore who thought I was your maid? I deserve way more than you’ve given me, Carl. Way more. I gave up my own hopes and dreams to be your better half and what do I get in return? Fucked over, that’s what.”

  “Yes, you are a wonderful woman, Roxy. Again, it’s me, not you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear!”

  “Maybe, maybe not. However, I do mean to hurt you.”

  The final whack broke the handle of the riding crop. Carl screamed in agony.

  Moving next to his face, I whispered: “Deviate one iota from my plans, Carl, and it will be the last thing you do. Oh, and if you have any aspirations of making me pay for tonight’s fun, think again. I already informed my attorney that should anything happen to me, you know, like if you have the guts to try and kill me, or hire someone to do it, he’s to release the documentation.”

  Carl’s shoulders sagged as he cried.

  “You’ll never see me coming, or know what I’ve got up my sleeve, darling husband. Just like tonight’s dinner. You ate dog food. And liked it.”

  Sobbing, Carl coughed twice then puked.

  “You’ve got five minutes to get out of this house. Don’t even think about stepping foot back inside. What’s in here is all mine. Forever. The next time you see me will be in divorce court.”

  After I removed the cuffs, Carl collapsed forward, face landing in the hot vomit. He rolled away, wiping the chunks off his face. He stared at me, and for a second, I think he contemplated attacking me. I shook my head, brandishing the knife. The spark of anger in his eyes diminished, replaced by dejection and humiliation.