"Barfly" Part Three (MmF, wimp husband)
by c.w. cobblestone

Needless to say, Ralph drove.

Meanwhile, Rhonda and I were getting acquainted in the backseat.
This woman sure knew how to make a man squirm. Poor ol' Ralph didn't
know what he was missing! His wife was a tigress, jamming her hot
tounge down my throat like her life depended on it, and sucking my
tounge like it was a cock.

It was all I could do to keep from ripping her dress off right there
in the car!

After about 20 minutes, we pulled into the driveway of a massive
Tudor. This definitely wasn't skid row! I wasn't sure what city we
were in - I was too busy in the backseat to notice where we were
going - but I knew one thing: my original guess had been correct.
Ralph was a rich old bastard!

Ralph cut off the ignition, then jumped out of the car to hold the
door open for us, just like a good chauffer should. After we got
out, the old man rushed up to the front door of the house, unlocked
it, and again held the door open for us.

The house was breathtaking. It looked like something out of "Better
Homes and Gardens," and I told Rhonda so.

"Glad you like it," she said. "Ralphie here worked very hard to get
me this house, didn't you, honey?"

"Yes, Mistress," he answered.

"Ralph's a stockbroker," Rhonda explained. "He makes me a lot of
money, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I wasn't surprised. In fact, nothing these people laid on me could
shock me anymore.

"So..." I surmised aloud, "Ralph makes a lot of money. And he likes
to be your slave." I lowered my voice. "But you want more, don't
you, Rhonda?" I was making my move now. "You need more than a slave
and a house, don't you, Rhonda?"

Now it was my turn to tease...my turn to take control. And that's
exactly what this little bitch wanted.

She reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Oh, yes...I want
more...I want you, Jerry," she said as she rubbed her hand up and
down my chest. "I want you now! Right now!"

I forcefully grabbed her shoulders and brought her to me. I moved my
hand up to her jaw and pried her mouth open. She offered no
resistance.

After gave her the most sensuous French-kiss I've ever given anyone
in my life, I pulled away from her and studied her model-perfect
features. I traced her lips with my finger. "You're such a sexy
woman, Rhonda," I told her. "Such a sexy, sexy thing!"

I looked over at her husband, who was sitting in an easy chair by
the fireplace.

"Ralph," I called to him sarcastically. "Look at your wife. Isn't
she beautiful?"

"Yes, sir, she's the most beautiful woman in the world," he answered
sadly.

"Too bad you can't give her what she needs, Ralphie," I continued.
"Such a waste! Such a fucking waste! But don't worry: Jerry's gonna
take care of everything!"

Rhonda gave her husband a wicked stare. "Okay, asshole, we're done
talking to you! Don't just sit there like a slug; go fetch us some
drinks."

"Yes, Mistress."

By the time he got back with our refreshments, I had Rhonda's dress
off and was playing with her bare boobs. Poor Ralph looked like he
wanted to cry as he set our drinks onto the coffee table.

"What do you say we take this party up to the bedroom?" Rhonda
asked.

"Sounds good to me," I said. "What about him?" I jerked my thumb at
Ralph, who had again taken a seat in the easy chair.

"What about him?"

"Well...do you want him to watch?" I asked.

"It's up to you," she replied. "Whatever you're comfortable with. I
don't care if he watches or not, to tell you the truth."

"Well..." I mused. "I've never done anything like this before...but
it would be kind of a turn-on to have him watch."

Rhonda turned to her husband. "You heard him, pea-dick: go up to the
bedroom and wait for us!"

Ralph bolted up and practically ran up the stairs.

Rhonda and I relaxed and finished our drinks. Her attitude toward me
had changed completely: at first, when I met her at the bar, she
tried to come off like a cocky bitch. That was her way of warding
off the wanna-be's, I guessed. She already had one wimp at home; she
didn't need another one.

But now that I'd established myself, she became totally docile. It
was a sharp contrast to the bitchy way she treated her husband. She
really made me feel like a king, hanging on my every word...stroking
my chest affectionately...cooing in my ear...

This woman needed the bone, and she needed it bad!

After we finished our drinks, she led me by the hand up the stairs.
The first thing I saw when I entered the bedroom was Ralph kneeling
at the foot of the bed naked. His entire body was shaved - even his
pubes - and he was wearing a garter belt and stockings. And he had
on a wig and makeup!

I cracked up as soon as I saw him. I couldn't help it; he looked so
goddamn ridiculous kneeling there in drag, with his little dick
poking out between the stockings. His weenie couldn't have been more
than three inches long!

"Damn, Rhonda, I can see what you mean about this guy," I said after
I caught my breath. "He isn't exactly a stud, is he?"

"Well, he has his merits," Rhonda bantered. "He may be lacking in
the peter department - but he does know how to make me excited."

"Oh?" I asked. "How's that?"

"Well," she answered in her best 'Scarlet O'Hara' voice, "every time
he brings me his paycheck, it just makes me want to cum!"

We both died laughing. Then I pulled her onto the bed. While we
wrestled around on the sheets, Ralph kept his eyes to the carpet and
didn't say a word.

I pinned Rhonda's shoulders to the mattress and looked at Ralph.

"Well, Ralphie-boy...are you ready to watch me do your wife?" I
asked him.

"Y-yes, sir." His lips barely moved. 

"Well, then, get over here and take off her panties," I ordered.
Damn! When did I get so kinky?

Ralph sadly got up to obey my command. He slipped his wife's lace
panties down her legs, exposing her neatly-trimmed blonde bush.

Rhonda spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. "Look,
Ralph, I'm all wet for him," she said as she effortlessly inserted
two fingers into her hole. She then pulled her fingers out and held
them under her husband's nose.

"T-thank you, Mistress! Thank you!" the fool cried as he started
frantically smelling his wife's fingers.

Rhonda wiped her wet fingers right on his nose. "That'll give you
something to think about while you watch a real man in action!" she
said with a giggle.

All this was turning me on immensely. I pushed Ralph out of the way.

"Go back and kneel at the foot of the bed, sissy," I instructed.
"And watch real close - there might be a test later!"

With that, I began my task of tearing Rhonda a new asshole. I was so
horny, I would've wore her out even if she was an ugly woman. But
that certainly wasn't the case! As I looked down and saw her rolling
her head back and forth, her golden hair cascading on the satin
pillows, it was all I could do to keep from cumming.

I started long-dicking her and that was all it took for her to let
loose. She dug her nails into my back and screamed so loud it hurt
my ears. I'm no slouch in the sack, but I'd never made a woman cum
like that!

I wasn't far behind. The harder I fucked her, the harder her tits
bounced back and forth. I looked over my shoulder at Ralph. He
wasn't even watching us - he just knelt there staring at the carpet
with a single tear running down his rouged cheek.

I turned back to Rhonda. She'd noticed me looking at her husband,
and she peered up at me with an evil smile on her lips.

That wicked smile took me over the edge. I pulled out my dick and
shot cum all the way up to the pillows. One squirt actually hit
Rhonda right in the nose, and we both laughed about it as I came
down from my incredible orgasm. Then I fell down on top of her and
started nuzzling her hair. It smelled so clean...so fresh...like
spring...flowers...

...I awoke with a start. At first I wasn't sure where I was. It was
still dark outside. Then I looked at Rhonda. I was still holding
onto her. I must've fell asleep, I thought, as I watched her
rhythmic breathing.

Now that I'd regained my senses, I realized that Ralph was still
kneeling at the foot of the bed! Holy shit! It must've been close to
7 in the morning - he'd been kneeling there for about four hours!
God! This guy was so pussywhipped, he couldn't even go to bed until
his wife gave him permission! And, since she fell asleep with me, he
stayed there!

I caught eye-contact with him. He looked at me with eyes so sad, I
don't even know how to describe them. It made me feel so powerful. I
knew I could've allowed him to go on to bed, since his wife had
forgotten about him.

But what fun would that be?

I didn't say a word. I just snuggled back up to his wife, blew him a
kiss, then drifted off to sleep again.


THE END!
