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Obscure, part 2 (MmF, wimp husband)
by c.w. cobblestone

I spent four hours standing in line today. Natalie's favorite band was coming
to town, and she wanted me to pick up two tickets. She told me not to get my
hopes up; the other ticket was for Luke. 

After Natalie left for work this morning, I hopped the bus downtown to the
ticket outlet. There was already a huge crowd jockeying for spots in the line
by the time I got there, and I was afraid the concert would sell out before I
got up to the window. Fortunately, after a long, hot wait in the crowded line,
crushed up against people from all sides, I was able to get a pair of tickets.
They weren't the greatest seats, but the lady at the window said they were the
best she had available.

By the time I'd secured the tickets, it was already past 2 o'clock. Natalie
usually gets home from work around 6, so I knew I barely had enough time to run
all my errands. 

Normally, my day's activities wouldn't take so long, but Natalie doesn't let me
drive. I got in a little fender bender a few years ago, and since then she
forbids me to get behind the wheel of a car. So it's the bus for me.

By the time 6 o'clock came around, I was exhausted from a long day of standing
in line, grocery shopping, picking up Natalie's dry cleaning, and then rushing
home to get the house spic and span.

Natalie came home at a quarter after 6. "I need a drink out here," she called
as soon as she walked through the door. 

"Hello, Natalie," I said as I deferentially handed her a vodka and tonic, made
just the way she likes it. "You look very beautiful tonight," I fawned. "That
suit is my favorite - you look gorgeous in it."

"Did you get the tickets?" she asked without even acknowledging my compliment.

I retrieved the tickets and handed them to her. She looked at them and frowned.
"What the hell - these seats are in the peanut gallery!" She hauled off and
slapped me hard across the face, sending my glasses flying. 

"These are the best seats you could get?!?" she screamed. "How do you expect me
to watch a concert from way back in the second tier?!? And what's Luke gonna
say? He was looking forward to this concert, goddamn it; now I gotta tell him
that my loser of a husband can't even pick up concert tickets right!"

"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered, bending over to pick up my glasses. "The
lady at the ticket window said those were the best she could get."

Halfway through my sentence, she turned away from me and walked into the living
room. I saw her take the cordless phone over to the couch. She sat down, lit a
cigarette and started dialing, while I retreated to the kitchen to finish
dinner.

"Hey, there, sexy thaaang," she drawled after her party had answered, and I
knew she was talking to Luke. I stood quietly in the kitchen cutting up onions
while my wife lounged on the couch like a teenager and talked to her lover.

"Well, the asshole got us seats in the second tier," I heard her say. I pricked
up my ears. There was a pause. "Yeah, I know, he's a worthless chimp. But he's
a sweetheart," she added with a giggle. Another pause. "Tomorrow? I've got the
Harrison case - just wrapping up the paperwork - but after that I'm free.

"Sounds great. Oh, yeah, it sounds like a lot of fun! See ya tomorrow.
Bye-bye!" She clicked off the phone.

I stayed busy in the kitchen while Natalie relaxed on the couch and watched the
news. After awhile she called out to me.

"Brian. Make sure my blue shorts-outfit is ready and pack it in my overnight
bag. Luke's taking me for a spin on his boat after work tomorrow. And get the
suntan lotion. And make sure to pack my swimsuit, too."

I didn't say anything. My heart shivered. 

Luke again. 

It wasn't enough that she was out with him most every night; did she have to
flaunt him in front of my face every waking hour? Every time she mentioned his
name, I would burn inside.

My wife's agitated voice interrupted my contemplation.

"Excuse me - am I talking to the walls? Do you hear me talking to you?" I heard
Natalie snap her fingers. "Get in here, Brian!"

Uh-oh. She was in another one of her "moods." Another tough day at work, and I
was in for it again tonight!

I hurried into the living room and stood nervously before my reclining wife.

"I expect you to answer me when I'm talking to you," she began in an irritated
tone. "Now, like I said: Luke is taking me on his boat tomorrow night. I want
my blue shorts outfit ironed, and my bathing suit. And the suntan lotion. And
pack towels. Did you understand that, loser, or is it too fucking deep for
you?" 

"Yes, Natalie. I-I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn't hear you at
first."

But I was talking to her hand as she held up her palm and said, "whatever. Get
out of my face, creep. Just make sure my stuff is packed."

As I turned to leave, she called after me, "hey, creep, when's dinner gonna be
ready? I'm starving!"

"It's almost done, Natalie; maybe ten more minutes."

"Good. Go." She picked up the remote control and continued flipping through the
channels as I hurried off to finish her dinner.

I was full of resentment as I stood in front of the stove putting the finishing
touches on Natalie's salad. She hadn't been home much lately, and I was hoping
we could spend a nice Friday evening together for a change. But now she had
plans with Luke. I kept picturing her out on the lake with her
boyfriend...maybe making love in a secluded spot somewhere, rocking the boat...

After supper, Natalie picked up the phone and called her best friend Laura
while I did the dishes. She was still gabbing on the phone when I went upstairs
to get her clothes ready for the next day. 

I'd just finished pressing her blue summer outfit when she called for me from
her bedroom.

I hurried into the bedroom, where I found Natalie sitting naked on her
overstuffed bed. She smiled at me devilishly and told me to kneel before her.

"Guess what, sweetheart? Naughty Natty is feeling kinda horny tonight, and
there's no hunk around to keep her company. Ya know what that means?"

My spirits soared. Was she actually going to let me lick her tonight? It had
been months!

When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs, I realized that indeed she
was going to allow me the honor of licking her beautiful pussy!

She started playing with her pussy. I was mesmerized by the sight of her
fingers softly caressing her sacred vagina. Natalie keeps her pubic hairs
neatly trimmed; she says Luke likes it that way.

Natalie caught me staring at her pussy. She looked down at me, her lips curled
up in a haughty half-smile.

"See, I'm not such a bitch after all, Brian. I'm going to let you lick me
tonight. Isn't that nice of me? What has it been - a whole month since you last
got to lick me?"

"It's been about four months, Natalie."

"Well, whatever. Crawl up here and do it."

"Thank you, Natalie. I love you," I said breathlessly as I climbed onto
Natalie's huge bed and began worshipping her. 

"Don't tell me you love me, toad - it'll ruin the mood," she said flippantly,
slapping me upside the head.

After about 10 minutes, Natalie grabbed my hair and yanked hard, causing me to
yelp in pain. Then she grabbed both of my ears and twisted them painfully back
and forth as she rode my face to a powerful orgasm. I continued licking her
softly as she came down from her climax. While I was nuzzling against her wet
pussy, Natalie sighed and let a soft fart escape. I continued worshipping her
as if in a dream.

"That's all," she said after a few minutes. I lifted my head from between her
soft legs and looked up at her reverently.

"That was a good one, Brian." Natalie purred, patting me hard on top of my
head. "I was fantasizing about me and Luke on the boat tomorrow! He was fucking
me in the butt!" she added with a girlish squeal.

I felt like a hurt puppy. She looked down at me and smiled.

"Well, Brian, you finally got to lick my pussy, so I guess you're all set for
another three or four months now, huh?"

"I-I don't know," I gulped. "Whatever you want, Natalie."

She rolled her eyes. "You've got to be the most spineless excuse for a man I've
ever met in my life, Brian! Most men would stand up for themselves - at least
once in awhile! But you..." She let her words trail off as she shook her head
and laughed to herself. 

"I guess there's just no hope for you," she said. "You're a doormat, Brian. I
guess we all have our roles in life, and that's yours. So tell me: do you like
being my doormat, Brian?"

I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, she would surely laugh at me. And if
I said no, she would probably slap me. 

I decided to take the safe route: "I just love you, Natalie, and I want to make
you happy."

"Well, then, do you know what makes me happy?" she shot back. "What makes me
happy, Brian, is a big, strong hunk of a man  - like Luke - who will take me in
his arms...and sweep me off my feet...and pin me down...and ravish me! That's
what makes me happy! I like it hard, Brian - just in case you were wondering. I
like it looooooong and hard!"

Her eyes gleamed with the happy fires of Hell. She was on a roll now. 

"You know what else I like, Brian?" She slapped me across the face and pinched
my nose hard with her fingernails. "The fact that you're such a wuss that I
fuck him whenever I want, right under your nose, and you don't do a goddamn
thing about it! You just sit there and put up with it!

"How am I supposed to respect someone like that?" she continued, curling up her
nose in disgust. "Tell me, Brian, how do you expect someone to give you any
respect when you let them walk all over you?"

She hardly paused to take a breath as she continued badgering me. "Do you ever
wonder why this isn't exactly a monogamous relationship? It's because you're
pathetic, Brian...you're a loser! And I don't have time to mess around with
losers."

I was getting that heavy feeling in my heart again. I never know how to react
when my wife goes off on one of her tirades. I try my best not to cry. Usually
I'm unsuccessful.

"I-I'm sorry, Natalie," I stammered. The tears were already beginning to well
up in my throat. "Sometimes I just wish that we could have a normal
relationship...you know, like a lot of other married couples...I really want to
make you happy, but I get sad sometimes watching you go off with...with Luke."
I could barely get his name past my lips. "I just wish I could give you what
you need, so you wouldn't have to go...you know...go to him," I said sadly.

Natalie busted out giggling. "Yeah, right! You couldn't satisfy a Barbie doll,
Brian, and you know it! I think you'd better stick with the things you know
best: like cooking...and cleaning...and washing out my nylons...you know, all
that fun domestic stuff that you like to do so much! Oh, Luke is fantastic in
the bedroom, don't get me wrong - but no one washes out a pair of panties the
way you do, honey! You use just the right amount of fabric softener to make all
my clothes smell April fresh! And you're just the best damn shoe-shine boy I've
ever seen in my life! So don't worry about Luke. Let's just say he has his
strengths, and you have yours."

She reached down and tousled my hair. "Don't worry, Brian. I don't know what
I'd do without you. I know I can be a real bitch sometimes, and I swear, I
don't know how in the hell you put up with me!"

This was as close to a "thank you" as I've ever gotten from Natalie. I felt
like I was glowing. I'm always supremely grateful for any morsel of praise she
decides to throw my way. 

"Thank you, Natalie. I really want you to be happy," I gushed.

"Well, I am happy," she yawned. "Now get out of here and let me go to sleep.
That'll make me happy, Brian. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

I shuffled across the plush bedroom carpet and softly closed the door behind
me.

WE'LL BE BACK WITH PART 3 AFTER A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS!


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