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I've never submitted to ASSM before, so if I do something wrong, please 
excuse my first attempt!

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"Da Squabble"

Jim’s initial reaction to his wife’s provocation nearly led him to blurt 
out "Bull-shit!!!", which would inevitably have been followed by one of 
their typical, and wholly useless arguments.  Fortunately he caught 
himself, forcing his voice to be stilled while he continued staring at 
the source of his aggravation with his steely blue eyes.  While his mind 
busied itself formulating a more beneficial response, the stray thought 
occurred to him that their marriage counselor would surely be proud of 
his ability to stop himself short of his first answer.  

Elizabeth, known simply as Liz to her friends and husband (or Lizzy when 
he was really ticked off at her, mainly because he knew she hated that 
particular nick name) returned his stare, although her aqua colored eyes 
had much more of a glare to them, as if challenging him to stay the 
course and argue with her.  It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed the 
fights … god knows they had always proven fruitless in the past … but 
conditioned responses are sometimes awfully hard to overcome.  

As the seconds slipped by, she took his lack of an answer as an 
indication of his agreement with her statement … and that pissed her off 
all the more!  "You son-of-a-bitch – you know I’m right, and if you try 
to tell me differently, you’re lying through your teeth!"  Knowing you 
were right was never as good as hearing it admitted, and she was bound 
and determined to provoke some type of reply out of him.

Jim calmed himself again, taking a semi-deep breath and raising his 
eyebrows slightly, before answering "Well, what if it is true?  What 
does it matter?"

"What does it matter?!?!?" The words spit out of Liz’s mouth as her eyes 
narrowed, focusing her anger more intently on her husband.  "WHAT DOES 
IT MATTER?!?!?" she repeated, somehow believing that her raised voice 
was contributing to making a point.  Unfortunately, the point it made to 
Jim was simply that things were quickly getting out of hand … again!

Her face flushed a bit, a mixture between anger and pain, as she quickly 
glanced about, reminding herself that they were in a public place … and 
proper etiquette called for her to pipe it down just a bit!  She picked 
her beer up from the bar, taking a small gulp to calm her nerves, before 
turning back to him and continuing the conversation -- if that’s what it 
could be called.  "You point out a good looking woman to me … seemingly 
beside yourself in your attraction for her … I say you’re just thinking 
of getting a blow job from her … and you want to know why it matters?"  
Although her voice was more quiet, the indignity it conveyed was just as 
forceful.

"Jesus Christ, Liz!  All I said was that she’s cute!"  He paused, his 
mind continuing to ponder why he was answering her at all.  "I didn’t 
expect you to make a federal case out of it!"  

* God damn * he thought to himself * this is heading down the same old 
path it always goes down!  Here comes another week of cold shoulders and 
frigidity … all over a stupid one line comment I made about some woman 
at the bar! *  

The counselor told them they needed to communicate more, but he was 
quickly coming to realize that he had chosen a stupid time of when to 
verbalize his thoughts!  "Actually …" he said, his voice lowering as his 
eyes darted about, "the thought of sex with her never even crossed my 
mind until you brought it up."  

* Hmmmm … well it sounds pretty good, anyway!  Actually, come to think 
of it, I’m kind of glad she did bring it up! *  

Liz’s nostrils flared, warning him of another incoming round of her 
building tirade, and provoking him to head it off proactively.  "But, 
now that you mention it … the idea of oral sex with her does have a 
certain … uhhhh … welllll … appeal to it, you might say!"  He looked 
over at the "other" woman, briefly imagining the warmth of her mouth -- 
before catching himself and returning his attention to his "soul-mate". 

* What would the counselor think now, you moron!  Honesty’s the best 
policy – my ASS!!! *

Liz just looked at him incredulously, trying to absorb this sudden 
supposed truthfulness which had been thrust upon her.  On one hand, he 
had kind of agreed with her original premise … but the way he did it 
ticked her off even more!  She considered briefly that she might be 
overreacting … a long day at work combined with a slight headache she 
felt coming on surely left her ready to explode at anything … BUT,  it 
was only a fleeting thought!  Her husband was sitting there thinking 
about having his cock swallowed by another woman - and she sure as hell 
wasn’t going to take it lying down!

She turned back towards the bar, bringing the glass mug to her lips and 
drinking deeply from the reddish brown liquid it contained.  Her mind 
fumed, a thousand plans for revenge racing through it as the magnitude 
of her husbands sin grew in her mind.  What might have started out as a 
innocent comment had been elevated to a level of total infidelity within 
her way of thinking.  She glanced over at the woman in question, the 
heavy glass still firmly pressed against her lips.  She found herself  
loathing the mere fact that the woman had ever been born … and quickly 
trying to take inventory of all the faults she might possess.  Although 
she couldn’t readily identify many physical deficiencies, that surely 
meant there was a wealth of mental ones available for the picking.  
Probably a two-bit floozy and a home wrecker to boot!

Finally, her inner turmoil just boiled over and she blurted out "You 
want a blow job?"

"WHAT?" her husband said, looking over quickly from his own glass of 
beer -- only to see that his wife hadn’t directed the question to him!

"WHAT?" the man sitting next to Liz said, although with a slightly 
different tone of voice than Jim’s.

"I saiiiiiidddd …" Liz continued, pausing just a moment before deciding 
she was already committed to this line of pursuit, "would you like a 
blow job?  You see, my husband here thinks that I’m not worth a shit at 
giving oral sex any more … and I’m looking for another man’s opinion on 
the subject!"

"Liz - that’s not what I said" Jim said hurriedly, but found himself 
speaking to the back of her head.  He reached out, putting his hand on 
her shoulder and tried to turn her around. 

* How the hell does she let things get this far out of hand this 
quickly?   Totally amazing - and just a wee bit frustrating! *

Liz brushed off his hand, turning herself even more towards the new 
object of her attention.  The man stared back at her, obviously 
astounded that his fortune might have taken this type of turn for the 
better, but also obviously groping for how to respond to a different 
type of situation than he’d ever been exposed to before in his life.  
"Uhhhh …" he stammered, desperately searching for the right words to 
respond to her  "… wellllll …"

"Come on!!!" Liz urged him on, gaining courage as she went farther into 
her endeavor.  "I bet you’ve got a nice penis in there that would just 
love to feel my mouth wrapped around it!!!"

"Jesus god damn christ, Lizzy!" Jim sputtered, trying to keep his voice 
low enough to avoid drawing the attention of the entire bar.  He hopped 
off of his bar stool, coming around to her side, only to see her looking 
down and intently studying the crotch of the man next to her.  "Just 
leave the poor guy alone and let’s get the hell out of here!"  Jim 
quickly looked all around the bar -- partially in an attempt to assess 
just how many other patrons might be paying attention to the developing 
scene -- and partially to avoid watching what the hell his wife was 
doing!!!  

* Fortunately, nobody seems to be watching … yet! *

"Doesn’t really look like he much wants to be left alone" Liz said in an 
almost giggly tone of voice, continuing to focus her eyes on what was a 
quickly building mound inside the mans pants.  "Looks like he’s got a 
growing interest in me!!!"  She laughed at her own humor, her eyes 
growing wider as the bulge grew bigger and bigger.

The man turned in his seat now until he was facing Jim’s wife, obviously 
aroused by the interest in his manhood.  Still, he found himself 
speechless … his mind going crazy with a million different erotic 
thought waves.

"You know, ..." Liz began to explain, as she reached out and put her 
fingers on the man’s belt … "15 years I’ve been married to Jim here and, 
in that whole time, I’ve never seen another mans … uhhhh … cock!"  
Obviously, the word didn’t come easily to her!   She had completed 
undoing his belt and started working on his pants button when she 
remembered her oversight.  "Oh … this is my husband Jim.  Jim this is … 
uh …"

"Dan!" the man answered sharply, afraid if he said the wrong words, the 
dream just might end.

Jim had succeeded in diverting his own attention so well that he hadn’t 
even noticed what his wife was proceeding to do.  He brought his eyes 
back to Dan now, stuck out his hand, and was just in the middle of 
formally introducing himself -- "Hi, Dan!  Glad to mee …" -- when he 
suddenly noticed.

"JEEEZZZZZ, LIZ!  Your going to fucking do it right HERE!!!"   Jim found 
himself quickly looking around again, trying to position himself to 
where he might block the view of anybody curious as to what the hell was 
going on!  "Comeon, already!  You can’t be serious" he said as he looked 
back and saw that she had succeeded in undoing the button and had fully 
lowered Dan’s zipper. 

"What’s wrong with right here?" Liz questioned him in a teasing tone of 
voice.  "I bet you’d let that girl over there suck your penis right here 
if you had the balls to ask her!"  With slightly trembling hands, Liz 
wrapped her index fingers around the elastic of Dan’s silky purple 
boxers, pulling them out and down until his manly rod popped free and 
hung out, pointing directly towards Liz’s gazing face.

Liz found herself mesmerized by this close-up view of another man’s 
private parts.  She stared at it intently, watching it bob up and down 
slightly as the blood pulsated through it, making it ever harder and 
longer … and ready for some action!  She noted with some interest that 
it was slightly shorter than her husbands … but significantly fatter and 
meatier!!!  A brief wondering of whether her mouth could actually wrap 
around it’s entire girth flittered through her mind, before she was 
brought back to reality by her husbands voice.

Jim had decided it was time to change tactics.  While reverse psychology 
rarely worked with his wife, he figured he really didn’t have much to 
lose at that point.  "Well, if you’re going to do it, give him one of 
your very best blow jobs and show him what a lucky man I am!"  The words 
rang hollow even to him – but at least they rang out!

Liz let the words sink in for a moment, still looking directly at 
throbbing, mushroom shaped head below and in front of her, but letting 
her husbands statement meander its way through the network of her brain 
cells.  Finally, she looked over at Jim, a somewhat puzzled look to her 
eyes.  "You want me to suck him off?"

* Proceed ahead carefully, young man!  There’s dangerous creatures 
lurking in these here waters! *

"-Want- is such a difficult word, ya know?  It has so many different 
contexts depending on where and how it’s applied!" 

* Oh, bravo, you idiot!  Let’s get into a discussion about semantics 
now! *

Liz continued to watch her husband, her face now expressionless as she 
considered her next move.  

After what was in reality perhaps 5 or 6 seconds, but in Jim’s mind 
seemed much more like an eternity, he heard a snap and looked down to 
see that Liz had released Dan’s underwear, allowing them to snap back 
and catch his penis on the ridge just underneath the bulbous shaped end.  
He noted a fairly large drop of gooey, clear precum oozing out of the 
pee hole slit … before he caught himself and quickly looked away.

Liz didn’t say a word – simply getting up from her stool and quickly 
heading towards the door.  Dan looked totally confused and deflated, his 
eyes turning towards Jim and begging him with a questioning look as to 
what the hell he might have done wrong.

Meanwhile, Jim felt his wife brush past him on her hurried exit from 
this exhibitionist scene, allowed his eyes to follow her long enough to 
know where she was headed, and then looked back to a man in the throes 
of total sexual frustration.  Shrugging his shoulders a bit, Jim 
conveyed the thought * Don’t ask me – I just live with her! *, before 
quickly following in his wife’s footsteps.

He caught up with her on the sidewalk heading towards their car, passing 
a small side alley as he sputtered out "Lizzzzz …" with no real plan on 
what to follow it up with.  His wife quickly turned towards him, shoving 
him down the alley way several feet before pinning his shoulders against 
the cold, red bricks which created the side of the building housing the 
bar.

"You were going to LET me suck him off in there?!?!?" she hissed, her 
eye’s darting back and forth between Jim’s 2 pupils.  

Although he could have easily forced himself out of her hold, he thought 
it best to remain passive for the moment, letting her enjoy a small 
claim to victory over his movements.  Slowly, after a deep breathe and 
much consternation, Jim replied, saying "LET doesn’t apply in this case!  
It implies a level of authority I have over your actions – and if 
there’s one thing you’ve proven to me through the years, Liz – I don’t 
control a whole lot of what you do!"

* Oh, bravo, good man!  The counselor must be smiling again!  Whether 
you want to believe it or not, it sure as hell sounded good!!! *

Time entered a momentary void while Liz considered her alternatives.  
Walk away … slap him … tell him he’s full of shit … tell him he’s damn 
right!  The options seemed endless – but after weighing them all, she 
decided on one which was totally out of character for her.

"Wellllllll … I didn’t WANT to suck him off" she said in a pouting tone 
of voice, sounding almost like a 5 year old in denial.  Then, switching 
to a much sweeter timbre, she continued with "But I will admit it got me 
a bit aroused!!!"

Jim watched in total amazement as Liz dropped to her knee’s, quickly 
undid her belt and pants, and pulled them and his white cotton briefs 
down below his knee’s.  Taking his still flaccid penis into her hands, 
she pulled it forward and brought her mouth within inches of the end of 
it, watching it for just a moment as it quickly started gaining 
firmness.

"Did you really think of getting a blow job from that woman?" Liz asked, 
as her tongue darted out and ran the course around her lips, deliciously 
wetting the soft, lipstick covered surface.

* What now, matey?  The water’s seem mighty perilous tonight!!! Mighty – 
MIGHTY perilous, indeed!!! *   

Liz looked directly up at him, her eye’s locking in with his as they 
continued this dance of the ages.  Finally, in a lustful, low tone of 
voice, she simply said "You know what, Jim?  You’re not a very good 
liar!" 

And then she wrapped her lips around his quickly growing penis and 
sucked on it for all she was worth!  




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