“I…I…It’s just so hard. I’m torn between you and Al. I’m trying to keep him in the dark as long as possible.”
“Yeah, but having to dodge around him is keeping me from getting your pussy every time I want it. That’s going to come to an end.”
“But…but…”
“No buts about it. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll let him catch us, that way he’ll know without you having to tell him, and I’ll explain to him that while I’ll be fucking you several times a week, you’ll make the off days very special for him.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Nope. You wanted a ‘Bad Boy’ shoving the dick to you and you got one–me. My women do what I say.”
I couldn’t believe my ears; was Pat really going to put up with that kind’a shit? The woman I’d married sure wouldn’t have.
“What about me?” Pat asked. “What do I get out of the deal, ‘Mr. High and Mighty’?”
“You get to stay married to the worm and I get to fuck you when I want.” He grabbed her hand and started leading her my way, saying, “Hell, that ain’t a bad deal.”
Thank God they halted for him to run his mouth a bit more, giving me time to hide behind a couple tall lockers someone had left in the hallway, where I’m sure they should not have been.
“I tell you one thing though, Baby; I’m tired of this hiding around shit. I’m spending tonight at your place, I’m gonna fuck you in the wimp’s bed; he can stay and watch if he wants to, but tonight that pussy is mine.
“You…you can’t do that…” I could hear the tension in her voice.
“And why not, I’d like to know?”
“Cause he might leave me, and I told you I love him; he’s my always man–a married guy like you is just a bit of entertainment. Before long you’ll tire of me or your wife will find out about us and I won’t see you again. Al and I are for life, even if I do need a bit of strange once in a while.”
Their voices faded away as they continued walking and I stepped from behind the lockers and followed. My mind was all awhirl from hearing Pat confirm she really loved me–so why does she have to fuck that assshole? What does he give her that I don’t? Shit! She just answered that; she likes to be treated rough sometimes. Realizing that didn’t make me feel any better, because I just don’t think I could possibly treat a woman rough. My momma just didn’t raise me that way.
One thing for sure, a guy like me would never find another woman who’d take care of me like Pat does, so I guess I’ll just have to resign myself to letting her continue fucking other men.
My brother was right, all those years ago when he said, “Al, your problem is you just ain’t got no self-confidence. Boy, you need to stand up for yourself; it don’t hurt but a little while when you get your ass kicked.”
I knew he was right, he didn’t take no shit off anybody and nobody fucked with him. He also had his pick of women–I can’t tell you how many times I wished I could be like my brother, but I just couldn’t do it.
Anyway, the party was a great success–at least to hear Pat and the Asshole tell it. I guess it was pretty good too, the food was good, the drinks free, although I didn’t have but a couple, and early on I even got to dance with Pat several times,–on the slow ones. When the modern dances started all I could do was sit back and watch.