The Family Feud IV

Chapter Forty Six
Bill’s Journal: When Life Gives You Lemons Shove them up your wife’s ass

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Bill’s journal from Thursday morning from his perspective. The events take place around 11 am after the Waxermans leave. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS THURSDAY

WENDY: $0 WEIGHTS: 0
JAMIE: $50 WEIGHTS: 0

I have to admit this has been one of the strangest mornings I have ever had.

This is coming from a man who has kept his wife and teenage daughter in bondage every day for the last few weeks and before that was their slave.

Then again I never would have predicted the Baltimore Ravens at the Superbowl so it shows what I know.

I think about the family feud the Harbaugh brothers must have had coaching their own teams to the Super Bowl and wonder about the Family Feud that began all of this with my wife.

It was over a month ago she laid down the law. She just wanted us to exercise and eat right and take responsibility for the things we were doing. She felt I wasn’t pulling my weight around the house – or being serious about finding a job.

She was absolutely right – I was not.

I played around on the internet all day. I was letting her clean up, cook dinner, and earn our income. She came home and handled the bills and I stayed on the couch and watched Walking Dead marathons and racked up mileage on our Netflix account.

I snuck around and tried to start an internet porn business and about a dozen other ‘get rich quick’ schemes that all backfired in my face. I didn’t realize even then I was playing right into Cathy Griffin’s hands without realizing it. She had sent these girls over to model for me for next to nothing to shame and humiliate them.

I thought they were just being extra nice to me. I had no idea I was just an unwitting little pawn in that girl’s wicked games. She wasn’t trying to ensnare me or blackmail me – I was just some oaf that she used to test the girls she had already blackmailed. My role was to be the ugly troll of a middle-aged has-been athlete who would try to paw them and humble them while they smiled for my camera.

I hid this from my wife and the money I had spent on it. I focused on leveling up my mage in World of Warcraft when I should have been the man that I have started to become in the last few weeks.

Wendy enlisted the aid of my daughter to teach Chris and me a lesson and rather than stand up to her or even accept my own shortcomings I just left – I ran.

By all rights, she won that round of the Family Feud we have been having.

When Chris and I came back hat in hand – we ended up agreeing to everything Wendy said.

They teased us and toyed with us and cuckolded us.

Cathy Griffin once again showed up to turn our world upside down. If it had not been for Cathy accidentally discovering the porn collection I had made out of the other cheerleaders she had sent over - we may never have appeared on Cathy’s radar.

She is a high school girl who makes a habit of destroying lives when she is bored.

She put Chris and I back in charge – but we had never been in charge in the first place.

Chris and I had never wanted to be the rulers of the house. I had been raised to believe that was the man’s job but somewhere between getting laid off from my job, getting out of shape and my wife making more money than me I forgot about that fantasy.

We were happy just being irresponsible lay-abouts.

We had no idea how to run things.

When power came to us – we got greedy. I wrote up an elaborate training plan and began to visit discipline on my wife and daughter that was much, much, much more intense than anything they ever had me do.

They agreed because they felt guilty about what they had done and were being good sports about taking their payback. They agreed that it had to be more sexual in nature because I convinced them that while they valued us exercising and eating right like they do – we valued seeing their tits jiggle and shake.

I convinced them they had to accept pain and humiliation and bondage as part of this and I will admit – half the time I had no idea they would agree but they did.

By all rights – the guys won that round of the Family Feud we have been having.

Then these last few weeks we lost the house, Wendy lost her job, Jamie was kicked out of school and the girls became prostitutes on Martin Luther King, boulevard.

They did this because they have discovered something in themselves that I can’t quite explain.

I have had a lot of emotional growth the last few weeks and I have started to write my feelings down where before I didn’t have enough of them to bother writing down. A few weeks ago I would have considered the word ‘emotional growth’ to be pointless psychobabble - I would still say it was if anyone knew I was using it.

However, I still lack the capacity to really understand why my wife and daughter are so good to us and yet we are still such dickheads to them.

Case in point – My son just pulled his mom’s clit all the way inside out right in front of me. I’ve never even gone down on the woman in almost twenty years of marriage much less seen that part of her anatomy reversed in front of me.

It looked like she had a tiny cock sticking out – I had no idea women even had those.

Then he tied two small wooden slits to it to squeeze it.

He did this because I told him to do it to punish her.

She not only let us do that – but later tonight she is going to go out and fuck strange men for money for us.

Who wins this round of Family Feud? - And is this the final round? If so – what is the damned prize we’ve been doing this for?

If I were a little more introspective I would probably see some metaphor here – because I know there is one. I just don’t have the words for it. I was an athlete in high school – not a writer.

I have so much respect for my wife’s strength and stubborn willingness to finish what she started. I just hate to tell her that because then she may take that for weakness.

I have to admit today we were outside in front of those crazy Waxerman people and she said something about wanting to suck nigger cock.

I thought I was going to orgasm in my pants.

I pretend I get jealous – but in truth I love my wife and I know she loves me. I know she is doing all this because I made her do it and now she feels this is the only way to make enough money to keep us afloat.

The crazy bitch even wants to use that money to get me to the Internet forum.

How can I tell her that what mattered so much to me a year ago – Showing up my nemesis Iceman at the internet user forum means so little to me now? That we should use that money for food, and a new place and a new life?

She wants me to go to the damned thing so badly – everyone does.

I feel like Rick in the Walking Dead. I am the guy who has to lead everyone through the Zombies – they look to me to be their leader and yet I am not sure what I am doing.

Today Mrs. Waxerman marched her hot, little redneck teenage niece over here for some sort of hillbilly lesson in discipline. I couldn’t be sure if they were serious or not – the niece seemed like she was having fun with pushing her aunt’s buttons – at least until we started pushing her buttons back.

I would be lying if I did not think that was a ripe little piece of fruit that was about ready to be plucked. My son impressed me by flirting with her the other day at the pool party. He has definitely come out of his shell since he got put in charge of the girls.

I thought at first the girl was the country version of Cathy Griffin – a little redneck bitch.

If a teenage girl had got naked in my living room a few weeks ago I would have been really shocked. Especially if it was not because I paid her from a craigslist ad I had put up thinking I would get rich taking dirty pictures.

This morning when she undressed right in front of me – I barely blinked an eye. I’ve come a long way in what shocks me.

I was surprised that she was willing to do it and honestly I did not understand why. She had this attitude like not only did it not bother her but it was as if she was daring them to spank her harder.

I have to admit I am not the sharpest knife in the shed but it seemed like maybe she was trying to impress Chris by stripping at our house.

I couldn’t be sure if she expected her brothers to walk in and catch her doing it. It almost seemed like she got more turned on masturbating in front of them. When they started spanking her she had this sassy attitude that was almost like “Go on and do what you are going to do, hurry up and get this over with.”

It was if she was daring them to spank her ass.

I have to admit – I don’t’ really understand teenage girls. I probably read the situation wrong entirely but once I heard her say something about ‘White Alert’ – I knew Chris had told her we fuck with her Aunt’s head and she was fine – then I could have fun with it.

It would have been nice if Chris had told her to give me a little lap dance to that country song. I loved watching her smile and dance around to that hillbilly music.

I played it pretty cool though - I have to admit – no one noticed I was totally hard the entire time.

You may wonder if I felt guilty she was a teenage girl fully exposed in my living room in front of her brothers. I don’t because not only are girls my daughter’s age a lot more experienced than the ones when I was growing up – it seemed like that sassy little bitch was having fun with it.

I didn’t enjoy that as much as watching my daughter and wife struggle and squirm. The girl’s ass was tight as a drum and she seemed oblivious at times – like either she didn’t care or she enjoyed it all.

Can’t help but admit – I wonder how much of the weird situation was influenced by what Mrs. Waxerman thinks we are doing here?

I think it is kind of interesting how the chain of events that Cathy Griffin kind of started has led to all of this.

Can you imagine if Cathy Griffin was bent over in front of me? – I could spank that ginger bitch’s little white ass so fucking hard. I bet she would be sorry for all the shit she has started then!

One thing I really liked was the “V” position. They had her spread her legs and put her nose directly to the floor while holding her ankles - I’d like to see Cathy in that position for a few hours.

I’ll settle for Jamie and Wendy though.

The Waxermans are fun – even if those boys are kind of creepy. I keep thinking one of them is named “Malachi” and he is going to start talking about “He who walks behind the rows” like in Children of the Corn.

I mean I don’t think they are crazy, but let’s just say I would not want to feed them after midnight or get them wet.

We walked out in the backyard and I did not expect it – but my wife was fucking Roscoe without being told to do it.

I’ve seen her do some disgusting things – made her do them.

However, seeing this really floored me. I will never forget the mental image of my wife bent over with Roscoe’s tongue wagging as he humped her from behind.

I was not quite sure why she decided to do it – but the Waxermans didn’t shit bricks or freak out like this was the most unusual thing in the world. Mrs. Waxerman even mentioned some crazy aunt of hers who fucked dogs or something.

I remember questioning her about all the men she fucks and she said “Nigger Dicks” and I got a surprising boner.

I have to admit – I would love to come up with a reason for her to fuck only black guys. I can’t figure out why it turns me on to think of my very white suburban wife and daughter having “For black cock only” written on their cunts and fucking blacks but it turns me on.

However, knowing Chris he would make some joke about how we can’t fuck them now because we are white guys.

I am the boss – but I have to be reasonable. Anyone with money can fuck my wife - that is the only fair way to do it. I also don’t want to be accused of reverse racism - I just have to admit though, the idea of her servicing only black guys makes me hard as a fucking rock.

I have to admit though, seeing my wife let my son pull her little clit-dick or whatever it is called all the way out of her and squeeze it? I wanted to fuck her right then.

I had to play it cool and ignore her though. There is something about not giving her attention that seems to turn that twisted bitch’s screw.

I have been wondering what is going to happen when this is all over for a long time. I’ve probably been thinking about it since before the County Fair – hell since before I handed my wife the first draft of “Bill’s Bill” outlining all the rules.

At the time – I thought I would get a slap in the face and have to sleep on the couch when she saw what I wanted the two of them to do.

I was pretty sure once the girls earned the one hundred stars we would awkwardly never talk about this time again. The kids were almost grown and they would move out without saying too much about it and then maybe in their thirties when I am an old man they would laugh about how crazy it was.

The last few days I have not been so sure that is how it is going to go down.

I assumed my wife and daughter would eventually take out their piercings – by the looks of them they are uncomfortable and leave them constantly aroused or even sore. I think they will keep the tattoos they have on their asses as some kind of reminder of what they did – and the thought of my wife admitting she is my whore in bed is very hot.

Would she keep her collar on? Could I insist she be naked in my presence at home?

Would I feel right continuing to fuck Jamie’s tight little asshole? Could I ever talk to her like a daughter instead of a piece of fuck meat that I disciplined? Would she even let me?

Would they hate me for what we make them do?

Is there a line I will cross where it is all fun and games and white alert into being a sadistic asshole who pushed his wife and daughter too far?

I have to admit I thought I crossed that line a dozen times already.

I tried to give my wife an ‘out’ and let her stop me from treating them like shit and she got mad at me for giving up.

I came back to the motel two days ago and said “The beatings will continue until morale improves,” and they seemed to cheer the idea that I would be a hard-ass and keep cracking the whip.

When I think about the future – I secretly want to keep cracking that whip but then I feel kind of guilty about it.

How much of this am I thinking with my little head instead of the one on my shoulders?

I want to talk to Chris about it – but if he sees I am not confident and that I don’t have a plan will I just be stirring up doubt in him?

My son – I tell him how proud I am of how he has changed over the last few weeks. I was impressed with how cool he was around Delilah. She obviously did her little striptease number for his benefit and she is probably used to holding guys under her thumb with a wink and a smile – but Chris played it so aloof. That probably drove that little country bitch wild.

Honestly – I am proud of Jamie too. She is at the motel strapped naked in broad daylight to the back of the motel because her mother did it the day before. She willingly agreed to be tied up out there and I bet when we show up out there she is going to fall on her knees and beg me to discipline her for her farting or shitting or burping or whatever thing she thinks I think the little perfectionist did wrong.

The women DO need me to judge them and make them compete with not only each other but themselves to be better. I get that they need discipline to keep them in the right submissive mind set and that makes me fucking horny as hell.

Enough typing on this computer – I need to go outside and get head from my whore of a wife. I had already decided I was going to walk out there and say “Hey Cum breath, suck on this dick” and just taker her mouth.

Just as I was about to check craigslist and my email one more time to see who has made offers on our furniture and the stuff I listed from the house there was a knock at the door. I should have gone outside earlier – but now I was obligated to open the door.

“The sale is not for another hour,” I said as I came to the door – annoyed at the interruption. I assumed it was probably the Waxermans asking if they could come in and talk to me about Jesus while I spanked someone’s ass or something for them.

“Hello?” I asked skeptically. It was a guy I had seen around the neighborhood but never met. He kind of reminded me of an older Sean Connery – grey beard, sort of dapper.

“Hello, I don’t believe we have met. I am Doctor Hooker,” he had a soft southern accent – like you might expect from a learned southern professor. His was unlike Mrs. Waxerman who put on airs that she was intelligent – it sounded like he had always been smart.

“I am sorry the sale doesn’t start for another hour or so, but you can come in and look around,” I told him skeptically. I might as well start letting in potential buyers if I want to unload all our furniture and knick-knacks.

“There is nothing you are going to sell that I am interested in purchasing,” I was puzzled by his words. I could have taken that to be an insult but it sounded like he genuinely meant it as a compliment.

“I have an envelope for your wife,” he extended a white letter to me with the word “Wendy” hand written on it.

I was skeptical about accepting it – after all it might be a summons or a bill.

“I have another for your lovely daughter,” he offered another envelope to me adding “A very friendly girl, she mowed my grass.”

“Yes, VERY friendly” I offered him a knowing glance to see if he would imply he fucked my daughter by winking back - He didn’t wink back.

“I heard from the grapevine,” I assumed he meant Mrs. Waxerman because that time he winked and continued “That you were losing your house and going through some trouble. I hope what is in the envelope will be of some comfort to them. I am very impressed and envious of you Mr. Taylor”

He smiled, nodded and walked away from our house.

I will admit I was tempted to see if there was a check or cash in the envelopes. If not for Chris coming to get me – he was laughing and telling me I had to see what his mom was doing now. I was tempted to ask if she was still squirting cum out of that pussy-hole but I just remained stoic and silent as I followed my son outside.

I walked outside and Roscoe had come “un-popped” from my wife. Roscoe was licking his own balls while my wife groaned on the cement with her hands still cuffed behind her back.

“What are you doing?” I demanded. She looked up at me as if to ask ‘what more do you want of me?’ with her silent expression.

I ignored the look and pointed out a Taylor male was washing his own balls. “When a Taylor women’s mouth is free? We can’t have that! Crawl over there and take care of it.”

Chris was giggling as his mom dutifully inch-wormed herself over chest-first on the ground to where Roscoe had parked himself and worked her face over his crotch to suck his dick. She looked at me again as if to ask ‘You really want me to do this?’

The woman must think I am an idiot and can’t pick up on her expressions. How many times must I ignore her silent questions before she realizes I am only going to address them if she asks them with the proper protocol?

“Roscoe likes that,” Chris teased his mom. I could see her almost stop washing the dog’s balls with her open mouth to say something – but she thought better of it. I snapped a few pictures of her doing it on my phone.

It was a nice day – the kind that is sunny but a little cool.

“Your mom is a good doggy bitch, I like seeing her like this, what about you, Son?” I laughed.

“Me too!” Chris replied with a happy smirk on his face – it was a shit-eating grin.

“I think she deserves a treat – what do you say we make her cunt off-limits today?” I asked my son. He looked at me as if I was off my rocker before I added “Off limits to white guys anyway. They can still fuck her ass or mouth but she has to tell them her pussy is for blacks or dog dicks.”

Chris burst out in laughter and I scanned my wife for an expression. She said nothing and continued to throat Roscoe’s little dog penis like a good slut. “You appreciate that, don’t you Cow tits?” I poked her ass with my shoe.

She nodded and took her mouth off Roscoe’s dick “Yes Sir” – but I knew she desperately wanted to say something. I assumed she would try to appeal to my logic that some men would want to fuck her pussy and that was less money overall or just appeal to my sympathy. Instead, she returned to sucking the family dog.

It is good to be the King sometimes.

Chris had a sharpie with him from earlier. He made his mom spread her legs and lift her belly off the ground while she sucked Roscoe and wrote “For Black Cock Only” above her cunt. The dumb fuck wrote it upside down though because of how she was facing – tummy down. I didn’t say anything to him about it. I think he realized his mistake after he finished writing it but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Once you go black you never go back,” Chris laughed. “Well you could go back, but why though?” my son joked to no one in particular - I still don’t fully understand that boy.

“I suppose the little slut will want to be just like her mama and go black cock only in her piss-hole too” I thought out loud about my daughter – more to humiliate Wendy than to hear it out loud.

“Yeah, it will be a fair competition if the two of them can see how many black cocks they can spear in those cunts of theirs,” Chris kicked his mom directly on hers with the flat of his shoe while she kept her legs spread and sucked a dog dick. I really thought by now she would have told us to stop – but she continued to accept it all.

I decided today I would see just how far I could push her before she broke down and either told me to stop or cried – then I would give her a weight for her sopping wet cunt and see if she let me add it anyway.

“I hope you are up for a little fun today Cow Tits. Our credit is shot, we have nothing to fall back on and after this weekend the house will belong to the bank – so you might as well visit our neighbors and amuse them because we probably won’t see these suburban assholes after this.”

She nodded her head yes and kept sucking Roscoe’s dick as ordered.

I pulled her up by her hair off our pet and told her “As much as you’d love to stay here and suck dog dick, let’s get you dressed.” I brought her to her feet.

Roscoe seem confused that she stopped. I’ve noticed dogs really have only one concept of time ‘forever’. You could literally rub their heads for four hours straight and when you stop they will look at you ‘why did you stop?’. If you leave the house for five minutes they will act like they thought you would be gone forever when you walk back in with the mail.

I think actually. I heard George Carlin explain that once – I can’t really take credit for that one.

“Dad, I gave Mom’s clothes to the Waxermans,” Chris explained. I wasn’t sure why he had done that in the first place.

“They were way sluttier and I thought we could just take mom to work naked.” Chris didn’t really have to explain himself to me but he probably thought he had too. I just smiled at him – it was a detail and I am not really a detail guy.

“Fine, let’s get her inside and see if Delilah’s clothes will fit your mom,” I could see from the look on Wendy’s face she knew the slender little teenage cunt’s clothes weren’t going to fit. “You will wear the slats over the nipples and on your dingle dangle!” I reached down and gave a flick to the wooden slats we had put on her clit. I could see my wife’s face perfectly reflect humiliation and intense stimulation. I won’t lie – it gave me wood.

We walked her into the living room and I unlocked her handcuffs. As she started to rub her own wrists she meekly thanked me.

“Don’t thank me yet. I just uncuffed you because I wanted you to take that lemon in the fridge,” I pointed to the kitchen and said “and shove it up your ass before we go on any further.”

She looked at me as if I were crazy and I gave her a look like ‘you better not look at me like that’ – but said nothing and waited.

She dutifully obeyed and retrieved one of the only things left to eat in the fridge and shoved it up her ass.

“Son, When life gives you lemons,” I started to say.

“You make your wife shove them up her ass?” Chris finished the thought for me and smiled.

I smiled too.