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 Hildy

   by the Troubador





   Our troubles started at the wedding reception, but I didn't know it
then. My wife Hildy and I were in the wedding party, and we both had a
whole lot too much Champaign.  So as mad as she was, she knew she was
polluted and kept it inside before she said something she didn't really
mean.  That turned out to be a very bad thing, because she slept on it. 
And she woke up with a hangover.  The wedding was for Bob and Beverly. 
They were the second pair of our college clique to get married, with Hildy
and I being the first.  We were married two years ago, the June we
graduated, and now Bob and Beverly were joining us with a June wedding.  In
college there were a couple dozen of us hung around together, boys and
girls.  Over the years we naturally split up into couples.  Some of the
gang had wandered away, but there were still eleven of us left here that
partied together and sometimes we even took our vacations together.  The
eleventh was Jonas, he was the only one not paired up.  Jonas was a big,
loud-mouthed guy with a wicked and really offbeat sense of humor.  Jonas
didn't cause my trouble, but he nurtured it.  And he gained the profit and
eventually shared the pain.  Long term, I like to think his share was far
greater than ours.  At the wedding reception a bunch of the women were
whooping it up in the ladies room.  And that is something I've never
understood, having a major gab session in the john.  Anyway, when one of
the gals mentioned that the bachelor party the night before had gotten out
of hand.  She'd heard a woman had been hired to be the entertainment, and
had been very entertaining indeed.  According to her, the groom had held
out, refusing to taste juices with her, so to speak.  But she all the rest
at the party had.  Since I was one of the ushers I was at the party and my
wife's math is too good to miss the implication that I had sampled the
woman's favors.  Now the story had a lot of truth to it.  There was a woman
there, who tried her damndest to get the groom into the sack.  Bob almost
had to fight her off to keep from getting a blowjob I guess there was a
bonus in it for her if she did.  She was a whole lot more successful with
the rest of the party.  Not every one else took her up on her offer.  Me, I
stayed in the background and managed not wasn't even solicited.  There were
several others too, but all the empty liquor bottles obscured our vision
and I couldn't tell you who had and hadn't accepted, except for the groom
and myself.  Hildy quietly asked around and those who had been at the
bachelor party confirmed the woman's presence, and her activities.  No one
could tell her I had succumbed, but then none of them were willing to
confirm that I had stayed celibate, either.  Except for Jonas.  Jonas got
very drunk at the reception, and for some reason his twisted sense of humor
thought it would be fun to get the old married couple to fight at the
wedding.  He told her he was pretty sure I was one of those that went into
the back bedroom with the woman.  He had planned to yell April Fool before
the fight got out of hand.  Except he was disappointed.  Hildy didn't blow
up at the party.  She kept it inside and brooded and stewed about it all
night long.  She was thinking up ways to get even the next morning while
she nursed her Champaign hangover.  Sometime about mid-afternoon the next
day I finally almost returned to the living.  Enough anyway to recognize
Hildy's remoteness.  She was always one of the most effervescent women I
had ever met, and to see her quiet and sitting in a corner staring at me
was unnatural, and kind of unnerving.  I jumped to the immediate conclusion
that she wasn't feeling well.  When I asked her what was wrong she just
told me to wait, that we would talk about it later.  I think she wanted to
get me worried after my lapse from my marriage vows.  She expected my
conscience to really start bugging me.  As I had done nothing wrong, my
conscience was very quiet.  And Hildy jumped to the conclusion I found
nothing upsetting about my supposed infidelities.  Which got her thinking
and she made the conclusion my conscience wasn't bothering me, because I
was used to such activities.  It never occurred to her that her informants
were wrong.  The first time I knew something was seriously wrong was as we
were about to go to bed.  Hildy told me to choose which bed to sleep in,
that in the master bedroom or the one in the guest room.  They were both
made up, she informed me.  Not being aware of any problems, I jumped to the
conclusion she wanted to have some kind of kinky party.  As tired as I was
this didn't really excite me, but I was willing to try.  I ogled her frame,
and asked which one she wanted us to use.  She shocked me when she chose
the Master bedroom, then put my pajamas in the guestroom, and told me I
could use the bathroom in the hall in the morning.  There I stood with my
jaw hanging down as she marched into our bedroom to pick up a shopping bag
with my things in it, stood in the door to the guest bedroom and tossed it
onto the bed.  Then my bride, the woman I was willing to die for stormed
into our bedroom, slammed the door and I heard the click as she locked the
door.  No amount of pleading or cajoling brought more than a promise to
talk in the morning, which was a Sunday.  I had never seen her behave like
this.  After thinking it over I decided I had better find out what was
going on before I broke the door down.  I wasn't exactly sure she hadn't
gone completely over the bend, but she seemed in no danger of harming
herself, so I decided to wait for morning.  I had a very bad nights sleep,
and from the looks of Hildy the next morning, she had enjoyed the same. 
Still, I held my tongue and kept the peace, or what there was of it.  After
a very tense breakfast and cleaning up the breakfast dishes, we sat down at
the kitchen table to talk.  After a short silence, with Hildy unwilling to
meet my eyes, she told me she knew about my philandering, I hurt my cause
badly by snorting in disbelief and making some kind of little joke.  She
blew up in my face.  When I finally understood she was actually accusing me
of fooling around I denied it of course.  After all, I was innocent.  We
had kept no secrets from one another in marriage but now she was convinced
I was lying to her, perhaps had been for the entire marriage.  It took me
some time, but finally I understood she would not take my word for it being
daytime, unless she could see the sun and had a witness to verify it. 
Things got a little hot and heavy about then.  I was pissed that she
refused to take me at my word.  She was getting more and more upset that I
thought her such a fool that stonewalling would get me out of the soup. 
Finally she told me the only way she could see to keep us together was to
show me how she was feeling after my poking around on her.  After warning
her not to do anything foolish, I took a lot of deep breathes and calmed
myself down.  Recognizing our yelling at one another wasn't accomplishing
anything I went outside and busied myself with yard chores the rest of the
day.  When I came in lunch I found sandwiches on the table, and the same
thing at suppertime.  I could hear Hildy busy in the house, but she never
came into a room I was in for the rest of the day.  Before I went back to
the guestroom that night, I tried talking through our bedroom door again.
The only way I knew she was in there was that I heard her quietly crying.
She never say a word.  Finally giving up, I had my Sunday evening snack in
front of the TV, then I went to bed early as I was feeling unusually tired.
Only natural with the little sleep I'd had the night before, working very
hard all day long and as upset as I was with the chasm opening between
Hildy and I.  I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.  - - - - - - - When I
woke up it was very strange, my body felt stiff and didn't want to respond
to my signals.  My arms and legs didn't seem to want to function.  And it
was so dark I couldn't see.  As I began coming awake it felt as if my mouth
was full of cotton and was very dry.  When I felt my legs cramping up, I
tried to move them again and couldn't and started to panic.  As I began
hyperventilating and started thrashing around on the bed, I heard Hildy
say, "Well, it took you long enough to wake up.  Welcome to the world."
Then she took the blindfold off me.  I saw I was in the guest bedroom, but
now I was fastened to the four corners of a table.  I was nude, and the
table was propped against the wall underneath the high window.  She had
sawed the legs off our six-foot long coffee table, and then drilled holes
through the tabletop.  I was tied with my own neckties, at the ankle and
just above the knee on both legs, and the wrist and above the elbow for my
arms.  It was impossible for me to even throw my body from side to side,
which might have helped break me free.  The bed was stripped, except for a
fitted bottom sheet, and a pile of pillows.  Hildy was standing in front of
me, wearing the peignoir I had bought her for her last Valentines Day.  It
wasn't quite see through, but a woman wearing it had no secrets.  For
instance, I knew at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.  Her
hair was piled high on her head, just like I told her I found it most
attractive.  She had carefully applied her make-up.  She looked stunning.
"Husband, I told you the only way I could get through this was to show you
how I feel when I think of you with that dirty whore." When I tried opening
denying I had been with another woman, I found why my mouth felt like it
was full of cotton.  It was.  Hildy had stuffed my mouth with one of my
t-shirts.  The way she was behaving, I wasn't sure it was a clean one.  It
was at that point I began wondering if she had gone completely over the
bend.  "I see you found out you can't talk your way out of this one.  Well
husband, I wondered who I could get to help me show you how it feels, and
decided it would be best to ask one of your friends to help me.  Jonas
seems a little uneasy with this, and today he says he isn't sure you were
fucking that whore, but when the truth and liquor were in him, he told me
you were.  Anyway, he agreed to help me." Hildy stalked out of the room,
and I heard the high heels of her slippers clip-clip down the hall.  She
returned in a moment with Jonas behind her.  He had one of the biggest shit
eating grins on his face I ever saw.  It was then I remembered he had
always had a thing for Hildy before we were married.  "Hey, old buddy," he
said, "I'm sorry about this, but for Hildy's sake I figure it would be best
if a friend helped her out." Here he put an arm around her and gave her a
squeeze, as the two of them looked me over.  Hildy glowered at me as she
snuggled up under his arm.  My angry wife put an arm around Jonas waist,
which caused the peignoir to open slightly, which made me see she had
neglected to put on the gown that matched the peignoir.  When she turned
slightly and reached her mouth up to kiss him, the peignoir slipped
further, and one delectable breast was bared to view.  But not for long. 
As the kiss heated up, and I could plainly see the mouths working together
as their tongues dueled, Jonas hand came up to cup the bared breast.  I
shut my eyes as he began kneading and stroking my wife's tit.  I was making
little indiscernible noises as I tried screaming at them to stop.  I doubt
they could hear even a whimper from where they stood across the room.  When
I opened my eyes again the peignoir was on the floor and Hildy was
unbuttoning her new lover's shirt.  That was when I began to cry.  Before
now I didn't think Hildy had ever had another lover.  I considered any
lovers before me unimportant.  But I was positive she had never had one
after she met me.  When our eyes had met that first time, a bond was made
and neither of us had the urge to stray from the other after that.  How
could she believe that I had done so now?  As she knelt at his feet to draw
down his slacks and jockey shorts I began trying to break out of my bonds.
For a moment I thought I had almost freed one leg, but the tie had only
slipped a little, not enough to do any good.  As I continued to yank and
pull I discovered the tie had slipped because my efforts had broken the
skin and blood was lubricating the bands around my ankles and wrists. 
Through a red haze I watched my woman turn Jonas so that he was sidewise to
me.  She looked down at his meat and exclaimed, "Oh, Jonas, what a very,
very large cock!  It looks so good, can I taste it?" It was the biggest
cock I had ever seen.  Jonas stuttered slightly as he looked at me out of
the corner of his eye, "O-o-of course.  It would feel so good between your
lips." Then turning her head so that she could see my face from where she
knelt, she pulled his very large cock down to her lips.  While looking into
my eyes, she slowly sucked his length into her mouth.  Crying soundlessly I
watched as she worked and worked to pull his whole impressive length into
her mouth.  Cocksucking was one thing she always told me she did not enjoy,
and after the first time I had never asked her to do so.  I watched
helplessly, tears streaming down my face, screaming soundlessly into my own
T-shirt, my blood starting to seep down my wrists, as she taught herself to
deep throat another man's cock.  All the while, my Hildy was looking deeply
into my eyes.  It was not a look of love.  When the long shaft suddenly
disappeared between her lips I saw her throat bulge and her eyes bulge at
the same moment.  Jonas' hands came down to hold her face nailed hard
against his groin.  I was watching and understanding what I saw when the
fingers with which she was caressing his balls tightened, but not too much,
and the added stimulus toppled Jonas over the edge.  His hips began pumping
as he emptied his sperm down my Hildy's throat and into her stomach.  When
he was drained, he stumbled back slightly and the long, long cock popped
from between her lips as he let go of her head.  Hildy coughed and fell
back on her heels.  But she never lost eye contact with me as her tongue
came out to clean the long shaft of her saliva.  No semen was visible; it
had all been deposited directly down her throat.  I watched as Jonas
reached down and caught his lover under her arms, picked her up and laid
her gently on the bed before me.  But when he lay down next to her and
began playing with her body, I closed my eyes.  When I heard her scream, my
eyes popped open again.  I saw Hildy was on her back, with her knees draped
over Jonas' shoulders as his face was buried in her cleft.  Her hands were
buried in his hair as she strained to pull his head into her treasure.  Her
face distorted as she screamed, then screamed again in the throes of
ecstasy as she endured wave after wave of orgasm.  I sobbed into my gag. 
For the next hours my life was in danger.  True danger, as my sobs and
tears flooded my sinus.  Not being able to breathe through my mouth, I
almost suffocated.  The action on the bed continued, but it was a haze to
me.  Hildy was now lost in her sexual bliss, and no longer thought to keep
her eyes on me.  No details of the next several hours remained with me, but
kaleidoscopic pictures would swarm into my mind at the most inopportune
times for months afterwards.  It was almost a year before my wife
discovered how close she had come to losing me physically.  I know I
blacked out several times, only to reawaken to the struggle to breath and
visions of my wife and her lover, my former friend, in another attitude of
sexual congress.  As I slowly returned to consciousness for I don't know
what many times, I saw the two of them asleep in one another's arms.  To my
relief, I was now very dehydrated and my tears had almost dried up. 
Breathing was becoming less of a conscious chore.  As I slowly recovered I
watched Jonas hand negligently stroking and playing with my sleeping wife's
body.  Her groin was dripping with their combined secretions, and her
nether lips were a bright red.  His cock was a shriveled mess of disgusting
juices, and looked like it had been sanded.  As I watched, Hildy slowly
came awake.  I saw her confusion as she opened her eyes to a strange room,
and her sudden panic when she didn't recognize the man beside her; the man
whose hand at that moment was pulling on her pubic hair.  Then realization
returned, and I saw first disgust, then anger and then confusion cross her
face.  Finally she turned her head to see me, still bound securely to the
tabletop.  My eyes were still leaking tears, though they were only a
trickle.  Grimacing, she stared at me.  I was relieved to see the hatred
was gone, now replaced by a deep sadness.  Gathering herself, she sat up,
still looking at me, then turned her head and buried her face in the
disgusting mess of Jonas groin.  Her even coming near the slime surprised
me, it was something I would never have allowed her to do for me.  But she
sucked his shriveled manhood into her mouth and tried to again suck it
erect.  It was obviously a lost cause, but she gave it a valiant effort
until Jonas forcibly pulled her face out of his lap.  The poor little worm
she left behind looked even sorrier than before she began her most attempt
at resurrection.  Finally, she slid off the bed, which itself was a
disgusting mess, and took Jonas hand to lead him out of the room.  In a
moment I heard the shower running, I waited, having no choice, until they
returned, now looking freshly scrubbed but barely rejuvenated.  Hildy had
slipped on her regular robe, for which I was thankful.  Her body had been
covered with hickeys and had some bruises, and they were something I didn't
want to face.  With Jonas watching as he slowly began dressing, Hildy
walked over and stood in front of me surveying my naked, bound body.  "Ooh,
the little bitsy thing looks lonely!" she cooed as she knelt in front of
me. Pulling my cock from where it was nestled in my curls, she played with
it a moment and then popped her mouth around it.  She sucked hard but could
not bring it to life.  Finally giving up, she stood up, looked me in the
eyes and said, "Well, it's just as well, dearest.  I was only going to get
him good and stiff and then let him enjoy the air." Looking at the clock on
the dresser now showing it was after 4:00AM, she began fumbling at the ties
to release me.  When she began this, Jonas began to hurry his dressing and
looked slightly fearful.  It took her a moment or so to realize the reason
she couldn't get the knots undone was not just that I had jammed them tight
with my struggles.  I certainly had done that.  But my blood had soaked the
ties, and when it dried had glued them together.  Suddenly looking
chagrined and worried, she hurried out and returned with a pair of
scissors. She knelt down and tried to slip the small end of the scissors
under a tie, but my flesh had swollen around the ties and it was
impossible. She then ran out and came back with my pocket knife.  Opening
the small blade, she was able to carefully work it under the tie and began
to slowly cut off my bonds.  She only cut me a little bit as she was doing
so, and winced every time she saw new blood flowing.  My feet and hands
were completely numb and I was idly wondering if I might have trouble with
the long restriction of blood to them.  Hildy finally cut my legs free,
then my arms and pulled the cotton out of my mouth.  I gave a great gasp as
I finally filled my lungs with air.  She tried to help me stand, but when I
could get enough air, I was too light headed to control my limbs which
weren't ready to work yet anyway.  I collapsed on the floor.  She told me
later, I screamed when I put my feet on the floor When I was aware again of
what was happening, Hildy was bent over me, crying and trying to help me
up, I pushed her away, almost screaming as I used my arms.  In a few
minutes the the pain and lightheadedness subsided and I was able to stagger
to my feet.  Jonas was just tying his shoes and looking very worried but
also very satisfied when I walked over to face him.  "Jonas, I figured out
some of your part in this, other than your participation in Hildy's
bacchanalia.  I am sure somehow that you thought this was a great joke to
play on me.  At least to begin with." Here I lowered my voice almost to a
whisper, "If I ever see you again, Jonas, I will put you in the hospital. I
will put you in the hospital every time I see you.  You may take that as a
solemn promise." I paused, and then continued; "I won't say anything about
you and Hildy.  That's between the two of you, now." When I said that,
Hildy's breath caught in her throat.  "But it doesn't matter, I will put
you in the hospital any time I see you.  If I see you near Hildy, it will
just be a longer stay in the hospital.  Now get out of my house.  Don't
ever let me see you again." "Hey, bro!  You don't mean that!  Come on, I
did this for Hildy and you.  Now you two can get past your screwing
around," he whined.  "You know better than that, Jonas.  Now get out."
Jonas was a big man, but he never questioned my intent and ability to harm
him.  Without another word he turned and walked out the door.  That was the
last time I saw him.  Hildy turned to me after he left, "Now we have to
talk, I think I can get beyond what you did now." Without a word, I began
dressing, taking care not to touch the badly fouled bed.  Picking my wallet
and keys up off the dresser I checked to see how much money I was carrying,
then limped and staggered to the front door with Hildy right behind me. 
Getting to the door, I grabbed my coat and turned to her while working it
painfully over my arms, "Hildy, I am very glad you can now live with me
doing something I never did." Her eyes got huge and she gasped, "But, but I
heard..." "A marriage is built on trust, Hildy, and you took a drunken
rumor being passed around to titillate the guests at a party as the truth
instead of what I was telling you.  I don't know how many men went with
that woman at the bachelor party.  I'm only sure that Bob never did and
that I never did.  Some did, I have no idea how many or who." With my coat
finally on I looked her in the eye, carefully not touching her.  She was
starting to cry now.  "The only one who cheated on our marriage was you,
Hildy.  All night long, being sure I was watching.  I can almost understand
why you did it.  I can't forgive you for that, not now, and I can't forgive
you for adamantly refusing to believe I was telling you the truth.  Maybe I
can in the future.  I don't know.  I have to think, and this house is not
the place for me to have rational thought at the moment." I looked around
the living room, then stared down the hall, "I think you can understand
why." Just before I shut the door on my way out, I told her, "Hildy, I'll
stay at a motel tonight.  Tomorrow I'll have to decide what I am going to
do for the next few days.  I think I want to save this marriage, but it
will take some time.  I have to think." Then I left, cringing at the pain
with every step I took.  The next Saturday I moved back home, but put my
things into the third bedroom when I did so.  For the next several weeks
the only words I said to my wife were necessary to operate the house.  She
still talked to me, I just didn't answer.  Not usually, anyway.  When she
asked, finally, when we could make love again I told her I was trying to
forget her telling Jonas how much better a lover he was then me.  And until
I could get some of the images of her and Jonas out of my head, it wouldn't
be possible.  She began dressing to show off her figure, and was
successful. But every time I looked at her sexy body and got hard a picture
of she and Jonas together flashed through my head and my soldier went back
to sleep.  Eventually I was able to accept she still cared for me.  After
all, it wasn't easy living with me under those conditions.  It was a full
six months before we were talking to one another normally.  And another
several months before I could bring myself to cuddle with her on the couch.
That of course soon led to our coupling on that same couch.  By the time I
moved back into our bedroom, I had given the guest bedroom furniture suite
away to Goodwill.  For a while we turned it into a storage area.  Neither
one of us could think of it as a room to sleep in.  Eventually we put some
exercise equipment there, and called it the gym.  Both of us were careful
not to make any innuendo on the name.  Hildy and I are still together, and
I'm sure our marriage has re-righted itself.  It certainly isn't the same.
We both are aware of dark places in our souls we had never known before. 
Hildy can hardly believe she was capable of the bitterness and vengefulness
she had proved herself capable of.  For me, as much as I loved and love her
I don't understand how I could have held on to my anger so long.  We are
talking of having a kid pretty soon and are both looking forward to it.  We
will probably want to sell this house and move to another area, before we
do.  There are some bad memories here, and we may need to use all the rooms
if we have as many kids as we are talking about.  One of our friends took
me aside the other day to tell me Jonas had called him.  Jonas wanted to
know if I still was holding a grudge, and asked him to feel me out.  It
took just a minute for me to think it over.  I asked him to tell Jonas I
couldn't tell what my reaction would be if I saw him again.  It wouldn't be
in our best interests to test it.  I don't expect to hear from Jonas again.
And Hildy told me a couple of weeks ago, when we were both feeling mellow,
that the thing you hear about a man's size on the internet is a bunch of
crap.  Jonas was big, but he was really a poor lover.  All the things she
had said while using him had been aimed at spurring him on, and teaching me
how she felt when she had supposed I had been untrue.  Of course, once she
realized I had never cheated on her, she knew only too well how I was
feeling while bound to that table.  She loved me even more for accepting
what had happened.  After what she had put me through, and I had stayed,
she knew no one could ever love a woman more than I did her.