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Steve looked with horror at the thin red stripes across his wife’s bottom.
Sitting up and reading in bed because he couldn’t sleep, he had surreptitiously drawn back the bed sheets so he could view more clearly the violent abuse which had been visited upon his wife’s person. Not by him, but by his neighbor. Teddy. Who Patricia had been seeing more and more of lately.
Steve and Patricia had an open marriage and each of them was allowed to see and sleep with whoever they wished, providing that it wasn’t one of the other’s friends. This was one of the rules which they had agreed upon when Steve, months earlier, had pressured his wife into agreeing to an open marriage. Patricia hadn’t wanted an open marriage, had been strongly opposed to the idea, although Steve feeling like he’d missed out on too many sexual experiences when he was younger wanted a chance at a second youth.
Since the arrangement had been set in place, Patricia had had a long list of sexual partners involving a variety of sexual experiments, most of which were very dark, depraved and sadistic. Patricia had discovered a wish to be dominated, humiliated, whipped, caned, thrashed and objectified. Steve on the other hand hadn’t had another sexual partner. His tally still stood at 1, his wife.
The latest humiliation for Steve had come just the previous evening when he had taken to dinner one of the checkout chicks from his local supermarket. All of Steve’s attempts at conversation had failed. The checkout chick, named Chrissy, had had absolutely no interest in discussing the national debt, the sad state of intersexual dynamics in a politically correct office setting, the optimal fertilizer with which to grow tomato plants, how global warming was a scam or any of the other talking points Steve usually fell back upon when trying to engage the fairer sex in conversation. The evening had been filled with numerous awkward silences and Chrissy had knocked back the drinks at an extremely fast (and expensive) pace. When it had come to pay the bill ($385) Chrissy hadn’t even offered to split it, which Steve would have refused, although an offer would have been nice….. The final humiliation had come when Steve had dropped her home and had lent over to kiss her and she had recoiled in disgust. Steve had pleaded for a kiss on the cheek at least although Chrissy had opened the door and rushed from the car. As if I was some kind of rapist! Steve thought bitterly and darkly to himself.
The perfect evening hadn’t ended there however and as Steve was driving home, his car had started to vibrate and rattle due to a puncture he’d picked up in his front left tire. Steve managed to drive the car home although he’d worried the whole way about the damage being done to the front bumper and undercarriage which he could hear scraping intermittently on the road.
Over breakfast a few hours later Patricia had inquired, with a bemused smile, how his date had gone last night? “Really great” said Steve, “she’s a fantastic girl and I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in future.” His wife had laughed, shaken her head and said “she’s a lucky girl Steve!” and then laughed some more. Steve knew that Patricia hadn’t believed a single word he’d said. That bitch was an expert at reading body language and facial expressions. That’s why she’d asked him! To rub it in! She knew the answer but she wanted to humiliate him. Sadistic Bitch. Steve looked out to the driveway where his car stood looking sad. Right this moment though he was grateful for a chance to get out of the house and away from his depraved wife.
Popping the trunk he removed the wrench, spare tire and jack. Steve elevated the car with the jack and began unscrewing the lug nuts with the lug wrench. Bang! The jack slipped and the car came crashing down narrowly missing Steve’s head. Fucking hell, thought Steve, FUCKING HELL! He got to his feet and kicked out in anger at the wheel, fracturing one of his toes. He turned to the sky and screamed “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” A flock of parrots which had congregated in one of the nearby oak trees dispersed in terror. Teddy, who had been watching from his front porch sauntered over.
Steve had never met Teddy before although had heard a lot about him. Not because Patricia was particularly forthcoming with information about her affairs but because Steve couldn’t help torturing himself finding out intimate details about her sexual partners by asking endless questions. Teddy stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed around 220 pounds. Teddy had a massive chest, huge forearms and biceps and a classically handsome face with short cropped blonde hair. He held out his hand “Teddy.” Steve couldn’t fucking believe it, what could he do now? Steve took Teddy’s hand and shook it, “Steve.”
“Looks like you’re having a little trouble here Steve, perhaps I can help? I think your problem before occurred because you tried to unscrew the lug nuts after you elevated the car with the jack. You should do it before otherwise you risk unbalancing the jack and having the whole thing collapse.” Teddy placed a brick in front of and behind the tire. Putting the jack in place although not elevating the car he then began to loosen all off the lug nuts which held the tire in place. Only after doing so did he elevate the car off the ground with the jack. Unscrewing the lug nuts fully with his fingers he took off the flat tire and replaced it with the spare tightening the nuts with his fingers. Lowering the car by unwinding the jack he removed it and then finished tightening the lug nuts with the wrench before finally replacing the hubcap. “All done.” Steve looked on impressed, the whole operation hadn’t taken Teddy more than 10 minutes. “Thanks a lot Teddy, much appreciated.” “No problem Steve. I was actually hoping to catch you alone so that I could thank you.” Thank me? Thought Steve…. cheeky bastard! Probably wants to thank me for the use of MY wife! Steve felt his blood again beginning to boil.
“I wanted to thank you for offering to look after my American Pit Bull Terrier, Lance. Patricia and I are going away to my hunting cabin for a few days next week and she told me that you were fine with looking after him whilst we are away. So, thank you. You’re a good man.”
Teddy patted Steve on the shoulder and sauntered back to his house. Steve had turned incandescent with rage. Look after the bastard’s American Pit Bull Terrier!? He had never agreed to such a thing!? He hated dogs and dogs hated him. He was petrified of dogs and they knew it. And what the fuck was this about Patricia going away? She’d never told him about this! Never asked his permission! How the fuck had he ended up in this situation? Look after Lance…. The Pit Bull Terrier! What next? Maybe the bastard would like it if I mowed his lawn whilst he’s away? Whilst he’s away fucking my wife until she turns into nothing but a wet puddle. Maybe I could mow his lawn whilst he cuts my grass! The feeling of dizziness which had overcome Steve, passed, and he looked towards the front door where he could see Patricia standing with a big smile on her face holding a large glass of iced tea.
“You look thirsty darling after all your hard work, perhaps you’d like this?”
And as Patricia held the drink out, despite her best efforts, some of the iced tea still spilled over the rim as she was overcome with convulsive laughter.