"How could he..." Andrea hissed as she read the contractual agreement. "There's no way ..." Andrea finally realized she was talking to herself, there was no one around to listen to her ranting. There was no way she was ever going to sign a piece of paper that said she was going to be anyone's slave, or 'slut' for that matter! She had worked hard developing an identity for herself, she was strong, and independent. There was no way she was going to give all that up!
Joe would have to come up with some other ideas. Maybe she could come up with something as an alternative to being his "slut"! She hated that word! In a violent, uncontrollable moment, Andrea grabbed the papers and shredded them. She ripped and tore each piece of paper with her clenched hands into indiscernable little pieces, letting them fly into the air and land scattered throughout the kitchen.
Having ripped the final piece into small shreds, she stormed off into the bedroom. She angrily jumped into the shower to try and cool off. As she cleansed herself of her anger, and her mind returned to some sense of normality, she found herself thinking about the detailed sexual encounters listed in the manual. Unconsciously, her soapy hands wandered over her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardness. Her mind drifted to having sex with another man, as Joe sat watching. Her hand involuntarily slipped to her soft, downy curls, nestled between her legs, and lathered up with the soapy hand. She let a finger part her moistened lips, and stroke her bud, as she envisioned her imaginary lover attending to her needs, while she focused on Joe's smiling face. "Oooooohh God," she moaned as her knees quivered, and her self-induced orgasm quickly raced through her body.
Andrea quickly snapped out of her reverie as she realized what had just happened, and the anger quickly returned! Yes, she had to admit, the fantasy was intense, but the reality was never going to happen! She steeled herselef against her body's will and toweled herself dry, intentionally avoiding her breasts and pussy. She was afraid she may relapse into her daydream. She threw on her over-sized terry cloth robe and wrapped the towel around her head. Then she heard some commotion at the front door.
Andrea headed to the top of the steps to listen in. It was Joe! He was tipping the cab driver! He was home! He was home, EARLY! He wasn't due back for another two days! Andrea's mind was running a mile a minute, and then she heard Joe head for the kitchen. She quickly raced down the steps after him, and nearly slammed into his back when he stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance to the kitchen.
Joe stood like a statue, wordlessly surveying the scattered papers strewn all over the kitchen. He knew what the papers were. He didn't have to look. He knew Andrea would react this way. He had secretly hoped it would be different, but it wasn't. Andrea bumped him when he stopped suddenly.
"What happened here?" he calmly asked.
"I'll clean it up," Andrea meekly replied.
Joe calmly turned to find his wife wrapped in the white, soft robe. Her wet hair hung down in ringlets around her face. "I see I have your response!" He walked past Andrea back to the front door to fetch his suitcase. "I've tried to make this work! I've given you all that I've got. All I asked was for a little bit in return, but I get this! I do love you, but I can't stand this anymore! I'm outta here!"
Joe grabbed his suitcase, headed out the door, and slammed it shut behind him!
Andrea was the one now standing like a statue, frzoen in her position, shell shocked from the events that just transpired. |