Chapter 11

Louise's boys were elsewhere when she returned home, but Fred wasn't. "Lookit," he asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Blood!" Louise replied. "I want your head on a stick! You shit on me for years and I want my turn!"

"Well..." Fred mused. "What if I said I was sorry?"

"Big whoop! I'm supposed to get all dewy-eyed and forgive all the shit you've done? Fat fucking chance! Oh, it's a start, maybe, but it's NOWHERE NEAR what I want!" Louise ranted. "Maye you're mellowing or some shit -- the boys say you've been growing a little sense -- but you OWE me!"

"Okay, so..."

"What about the divorce?"

"I dunno," Fred mumbled. "Mebbe that's not such a great idea."

"Why not?"

"It'll fuck shit up. One of us will have to move out..."

"YOU'LL have to move out!"

"Okay. I'll have to eat and have a place to live and all that shit -- which will cut into the money. We've been doin' shit like we are for a while..."

"Sleeping in the same bed?" Louise replied archly.

"It's been workin' You ain't there half the time, anyway."

"We'll get another bed -- or you can use the couch," Louise said flatly. "I intend to sleep with whoever I choose, too -- just like you do!"

"You don't need to bring 'em in the house!"

"You can bring whatever you decide to sleep with into your bed -- I won't complain," Louise replied. "At least it will all be out in the open!"

"I don't need any nasty fuckin' cracks!" Fred ranted. "What the fuck do you think I kept that shit secret for?"

"Fred," Louise replied. "Terence has what I guess I'll call a boyfriend. I don't give a damn as long as he's happy. If you hadn't lied and denied and played bullshit games about your little leanings we wouldn't be here now! Do you really think I'd have gotten that upset because you took a little dick? What do you think the problem is here, anyway? I'll tell you what it is -- YOU DIDN'T TRUST ME!"

"Awright, well, now you know..."

"I had to find out on my own!"

"This is why you're so pissed?" Fred wondered aloud.

"It's the tip of the iceberg, Fred," Louise replied. "We all suffered because you had to pretend you were Mr. Macho. It cost us money and respect and drove a wedge between us -- but, yeah, it's big. Married couples are SUPPOSED to trust one another!"

"Yeah, well... I didn't want to admit it to ME, either!"

Louise chewed her lip. "Maybe that ought to change things, but it doesn't. You figure out what you want. I don't know if we can ever be married for real again -- and I'm here to tell you that it's gonna cost you -- BIG TIME -- to get back in my good graces!"

"Yeah?" Fred said warily, "Like what?"

"First, you're gonna acknowledge Damian. I don't give two shits whose sperm went into making him -- he's your son! You were in on that decision -- you drove me to fuck that guy. Well, maybe it backfired -- and maybe it didn't -- only a DNA test would tell us for sure. But he's your son and I expect you to treat him like it!" Louise ranted.

"If you'd kept up your birth control..."

"I was RELIGIOUS about it, you asshole! Remember Terence? I was on birth control for HIM, too! And we were early in the swing scene and you were tracking as much as I was! It just didn't work!" Louise ranted.

It was a bitter pill -- it was too easy to blame Louise -- but when he thought about it, she might be right. "Awright, I'll work on it. What else?"

"Shit between you and me -- I dunno. I remember the good old days, but they're long gone. I promised myself that before you even SMELLED my pussy again, I'd stand right there and watch you take a dick -- and like it!"

"Now hold the fuck on!"

"Uh uh. You not admitting that you like that shit has ruined this family. You're gonna own up to it -- in my presence. You owe me that and I insist!" She eyed him evilly. "And I have the dick all picked out!"

"Ain't gonna happen!" Fred howled.

"Suit yourself."

It WASN'T going to happen -- there was no way -- but Fred had to know... "Who?"

"Nope. It'll be a surprise," Louise replied. "I don't have to tell you that you won't like it."

"Ain't gonna happen!"

"Fine. Don't expect to get back together, ever, until it does! I'm pretty sure I can cut you off from any and all club pussy, so you'll have to go find your own skanks. I'll tell the boys you can have all the dick you like, though. Eventually, you'll move out and we'll get the divorce. Oh, did I mention that I'll probably be fucking some of your macho construction friends? That's gonna be just lovely..."

"Hey! Shit!"

"You're welcome to fuck nurses -- if you can find one," Louise said loftily.

"When's this shit gonna start?"

"I don't have to tell you. Maybe it already has -- did you ever think of that? Now you can look around the job site and wonder who is laughing at you..."

"Louise! Goddammit!" Fred clenched his fists.

"Don't even think about it, Fred Carter! How long do you think it would take for video of you fucking that poor girl in those stocks to surface?" Louise threatened. "Or, better, you and that fat man?"

"You ain't got shit!"

"No?" Louise's voice was icy. "Care to make a bet? Hmmm? How about this? If I can't show you a video, I'll shut up and go spread myself in the bedroom -- but if I can, we go out to one of those nasty places with booths and I watch you suck five cocks? What do you say?"

Fred turned grey. "Uh, no, let's not."

"I know you want to be sure, Fred. All you have to do is pay admission," Louise taunted. "It'll be just you and me in the booth -- you can jerk off while you suck. Shit, maybe I'll jerk you off."

"Louise!" It was as if she was stabbing him again and again with long, sharp knives! "That's just... It's fucking evil!"

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Fred! Everyone in the group knows you suck dick! Everyone knows you do guys up the ass! Everyone knows you take it up the ass! It's not that big a secret! I even know where you go to suck dick!"

"Why do you want to do this?" Fred whined.

"You KNOW why!" Louise replied. "I want to rub your nose in it until it bleeds! You would do the same to me if you were in MY shoes!" She eyed him sidelong. "Think about it. You really, REALLY need to know if I'm bluffing, don't you? What if I'm just bullshitting you? Then it's my word against yours..."

She was the Devil himself, Louise was! She was right -- Fred really needed to know -- but the price was some SERIOUS humiliation. Actually, he knew Louise well enough to be sure she wasn't bluffing -- but that left the question, 'How bad is it?' -- something Fred needed to know even worse, probably. Well, he could always lie -- agree, then look at the videos, then refuse to go...

Louise read him like a book. It bothered her not at all that he intended to try to cheat her -- he was just sniffing the bait in the trap... "Well?"

"Awright."

"Go get comfy on the couch, Dear," Louise said sweetly, mocking him. "Maybe you'll want a beer?"

'Yeah, it's gonna be bad...' Fred thought. 'Maybe I'd better get one after all. Maybe I'd better get two -- she's gonna want to celebrate.'

From Fred's viewpoint, it was ugly. The video Louise selected was the second half of that first big run-in with the boys and that girl, Mary -- the part where he started cooperating fully and enjoying the shit out of it, visibly and vocally. It was a total indictment; the ropes binding his hands weren't really visible, and both of the boys and the girl were underage -- and he was howling and grunting and sucking like a vacuum cleaner and running his ass back to take more dick -- and blowing a nut in the girl's mouth. It was an almost porn-grade video. Sure, he was wearing that hood/mask thing, but you could explain that any way you liked...

"I've got a whole library," Louise purred. "Sure, you're wearing a mask in this one and a couple of others, but I've got you sucking cock and fucking without, too." She riffled a handful of CDs. "You're a regular porn star."

"Yah, well, I've seen it. You've made your point," Fred rumbled.

"Ready to go party?" Louise asked brightly.

"I ain't doin' that shit," Fred declared, waving. "And you can't make me!"

"Jeezus, Fred!" Louise rasped. "You're as stupid as you are predictable! Do you really think I don't know these guys? Do you really think I'm the only one tugging your leash? Do you really think I can't make a phone call and get you invited to be the pivot point in a circle jerk that will make this little bit of afternoon delight we're going out on an appetizer? They've got access to a couple of big, musclebound white boys that would just LOVE to fuck the dog shit out of a nigger -- all weekend, probably..."

"Bullshit!"

"You know that little fat Mexican guy you had such a ball with?" Louise taunted. "I think there's another scene on this disk..." She read the label, then mounted the disk -- and went straight to Vince and Eddie Ray giving Fernando a run for his money. "Wow, wouldn't THAT be fun?"

"Jeez, Louise!" The woman had him coming and going! Was there any fucking stopping her? It sure as shit didn't look like it... "Awright. You got me. I'll go."

"Damned fucking straight you will," Louise rasped. "Let's do Alonzo's Adult Emporium over in Winton -- I hear it's a real hole..." If Fred needed any more evidence that Louise knew EVERYTHING, that was it...

They entered Alonzo's just as the butt-ugly elephant of a female day clerk was coming out of the back with a mop bucket reeking of disinfectant. "Good to know there are SOME health standards," Louise muttered. The woman gave her a wave, grinning her gap-toothed grin as she assumed the seat behind the counter from a balding man who went into an aisle and started opening boxes and sorting videos. "Go get your booth money, Baby," Louise muttered, "then you can show me the ropes." She was almost carefree -- this was her big day and she was by God going to enjoy EVERY MINUTE!

Fred sidled up to the counter and plopped down a twenty. "Gimme some singles."

"Sure, Honey. All of it?"

"Yeah."

"Gonna show the little woman a good time?"

"Something like that."

"That's nice. Got rubbers?"

"We're set." Fred turned away from the counter thinking 'This is fucked up...'

Louise didn't fart around -- she met him at the entrance to the booth area. "Here we go..." she whispered as they slipped into the darkness.

They got instant attention - couples just do. Guys who use peep booths come in several flavors, but a prevalent one is the dude who is getting nothing at home and getting his dick sucked while he waits for lightning to strike in the form of a willing woman. Being in the peep area made a woman willing by definition. The males polarized, to a certain extent -- those VERY interested in Louise versus those interested in dicks. The former group got as close as they dared; the latter stayed away. Fred went down the right side, opening doors, grateful for the clerk's admittedly cursory cleanup. Louise stuck her head in each booth with him in turn, commenting. "Uh uh. Bigger holes," or "Isn't that a little low?" or "video OBVIOUSLY doesn't work..." They did the whole right side and made everyone skitter to new positions while they started up the left before Louise muttered, "Look! A double!"

There were holes in both walls -- big ones. "Check the video," Louise directed.

"Two holes ain't smart -- somebody will be watchin', anyway," Fred objected.

"I don't mind," Louise replied, "do you? Why?"

"Shit," Fred grunted. Louise kept coming up with more twists to the situation. It was a fucking pain in the ass -- and he KNEW it would get worse. He stepped in an stuck a dollar in the slot -- and the mechanism sucked it in and the screen lit. "Works."

"Good." Louise followed him in and locked the simple deadbolt latch. "Get naked."

"Why?"

"Come on, Baby, humor me. I'll do it, too."

"Awright." Did this mean they were gonna fuck? He stripped off his T-shirt and undid his pants; Louise threw her top over her head and undid her bra. Something was up... Fred was again thankful for the cleanup, as the chair attached to the booth floor was the only place to put things and if their clothes fell on the floor, they MIGHT not come up smelling of goo... When he bent to step out of his jeans, a quick glance revealed eyeballs at both glory holes. Louise was wearing flip-flops, so she toed back into them; Fred had more trouble with his work boots.

"Okay, Baby -- anything special you want to see on the screen?" Louise punched some buttons and got quiet sound, then punched the bigger buttons which changed the channel. "There we go -- mood video!" she said brightly. On screen, a white guy knelt before a black one to suck in his cock. "Wrong colors, but do you care?"

"Dammit, Louise!" Fred hissed.

"Shut up and issue an invitation so we can get this show on the road!" Louise snapped back. "Once you're sucking, I'll jerk your meat and play with your asshole and give the guy peeking a show."

'So she's gonna rub it in,' Fred thought. 'Duh. I should have guessed.' That was probably why she wanted him naked -- so she could play with his ass and make him look even more queer to anyone watching. You had to give her credit -- she was milking the situation for all it was worth! Fred squatted and looked both ways, grimacing when he realized that he'd given BOTH watchers a look at his face, and turned to the hole on his right.

The guy was surprised to see the finger come through the hole -- he undoubtedly figured that he was just going to get a live show. That would have been enough -- getting sucked was gravy. He unlimbered his meat and poked it through...

"Ooo! Nice one!" Louise cooed, eyeballing a thick, uncircumcised shaft that really wasn't that long. "All right, Baby -- make it nice and hard, then suck it dry..."

Fred glared at her, but that had exactly zero effect. He leaned in and started tonguing under the foreskin of the guy's cock, holding his heavy balls gently, thinking, 'Why is it that the stubby guys always have huge balls?'

Louise, rubbing it in, cooed, "Show me how it's done, Baby! Suck that cock! I know he wishes it was me, but he'll unload on you..." She leaned in close and hissed, "Suck it! Enjoy it! You never have to hide this from me again! Yeah, that's it..." The cock was lengthening and expanding; it still wasn't huge, but the glans was peeking out from under the foreskin, puffy and purple. "Let me see it..." Fred backed off. "Now, suck it in. Love it. Make it spit goo! Come on, Baby -- it's just you and me and now I've seen you, so it's no big thing..."

Fred was thoroughly humiliated -- but there was a certain relief from the whole thing. He was coming clean, putting the whole thing that had poisoned their relationship out there. Louise was embarrassing him and humiliating him -- but she wasn't quite spurning him. She wasn't calling him names or talking about how worthless he was or how nasty what he was doing was. She wasn't repudiating him. There was a fine line between what she was doing and saying and what he'd always feared she would do if and when she caught him -- and strangely, she wasn't crossing it.

So he sucked and licked and lipped that dick while she leaned close, her hot breath in his ear, telling him, "I want to see his hot cum splash on your tongue! Suck him dry, Baby! Love that dick! Make it spit in your hot mouth!" And when it stiffened and began to pulse, she whispered, "Cradle it on your tongue so I can see it shoot! That's soo hot!" and leaned in and rubbed his pects and squeezed a nipple while he cradled the pulsing glans on his tongue while jizz dribbled from it into his open mouth. "Drink it," she cooed, "Suck him dry!" and it was whisper for him alone, instead of a loud jibe for the ears of others. He suckled and swallowed and released the dick only reluctantly -- and Louise seemed to approve! "See? Was that so hard? Show me, Baby -- show me how you like to suck. See what the guy at the other hole has..."

It was weird and strange but Fred felt released as he shifted to the other glory hole. Louise dug in his jeans pocket for a dollar -- for maybe the third time -- and fed it to the machine so it would make noises and play video to cover what they were doing there in the booth, acknowledging Fred's secret life.

The second cock was white, too (Fred really didn't care about color) and long and hot and hard and circumcised. Louise leaned in and whispered, "He's been jacking off, watching, waiting for you..." It was long enough to deep throat, Fred discovered, as he sucked it in. "Do it," she whispered, "Suck. Take him deep. Show me how you do it." And she reached down between his legs and fondled his meat until it was stiff and wanting and every touch added to his pleasure. Fred buried his nose in the unknown man's pubes, taking his cock into his throat, swallowing, doing things he'd never envisioned doing while Louise weirdly encouraged him.

The guy didn't last long; it seemed like he was filling Fred's mouth in no time. Fred backed off to take just his glans and hold the cum in his mouth while Louise reached in and jacked and milked the shaft, getting every drop. "Was it good?" she asked.

"Yeah," Fred gasped, surprising himself.

"See? Was that so hard?" Louise whispered. The cock backed out of the hole and she said, "Go see what else they have for you. Go on, Baby, enjoy yourself." Somehow, Fred knew she wasn't taunting him any more.

Louise was hotter than a pistol! Things had turned out a lot different than anticipated; she'd planned on making her wayward husband miserable about his homosexual urges, but when push came to shove, she couldn't do it. For one thing, that would be tarring Terence with the same brush -- and she couldn't do THAT, either. But the main thing was that weirdly, the whole thing turned out to be so hot to watch that she just couldn't tease Fred and belittle him the way she'd planned. Instead, she was urging him on, supporting him, pulling him out of his shell of secrecy by approving of his efforts... She wanted to fuck something awful, but that was NOT something she was ready to give Fred. Fortunately, her early plans for this session provided her with some possibilities...

The next cock to slither through the right side gloryhole was black -- not a monster, but a decent-sized hunk of black meat over loose, dangling balls. Fred moved up to address it without prompting, working him deeper and deeper stroke by stroke until he was gurgling into the man's kinky pubes, then backing off and working the head, running it between his lips, in and out, for several strokes before going deep again. Louise watched and whispered encouragements, again stroking Fred's cock -- and this time, playing to the other glory hole somewhat by running her finger around Fred's asshole and murmuring, "It's a nice ass, isn't it? Nice and tight. Don't you wish you could fuck it?" Fred wasn't really hearing all this, but he was feeling the finger tickling his sphincter, adding to his excitement, making him groan around the cock he was tending with his lips and tongue, "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!"

Louise reached the point where she could stand no more. Turning to the eye at the other hole, she said, "Show it to me! Show me now!" There was a shuffle and a rustle and seven inches or so of white, circumcised cock poked through the hole. "Oh, that's nice!" she crooned, running her hands up and down it. "Very nice!" Going to her shorts, she reached into the pocket and extracted a rubber. Pushing a bit at the cock, she got the man to withdraw it, then held up the rubber at the hole. "Put this on..." The rubber was snatched away and Louise turned back to Fred.

In a moment, she had him making humming groans again, "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" The stimulation proved too much for the owner of the cock in Fred's mouth, and he let go, spewing his seed onto Fred's tongue.

Fred settled back, panting, to find Louise playing with a cock protruding from the left glory hole. "We've made a lot of ground, Baby," she told him, "but I'm still mad at you. You still owe me a couple of things. I know you'd like to fuck me, but you haven't earned it yet, so I'm going to let this guy do it. You go see about Number Four..." With that, she spread her stance and rubbed the anonymous cock along her split, then backed up to the hole. "Fuck me!" she ordered the invisible occupant of the next cubicle. "Fuck me good!"

This wasn't something Fred was going to be happy about, but it just wasn't the time to bitch about things. He wanted inside Louise's pussy in the worst way -- but what he got was a front row seat to watch an anonymous cock poke her through a hole in the wall. Louise waved her finger at the opposite wall, and Fred sighed and turned around to see who would be next.

The next contestant had a tapered, barely six inch hunk of brown meat -- he was probably Hispanic. Fred sucked him in and went to work. Quarters were close in the booth; after a few other attempts at adjustments, Fred worked on his hands and knees and Louise braced herself against the wall by putting her hands on Fred's hips. "Oh, damn, I needed this -- you made me so hot!" Louise puffed. "Play with yourself, Baby -- I want to see you shoot your load!" Fred jacked himself as he sucked, feeling the rhythmic thumps of his wife's sex partner against the partition transmitted by her hands to his back. "Fuck!" Louise gasped, encouraging her invisible lover, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Louise's lover didn't last; he was done in just a minute or so. "Shit!" she whined. "What have you got there, Baby? Tell him he can have some pussy now!" She lurched up and snagged a second rubber and shoved it through the hole and the guy Fred had been sucking became her replacement lover. "Go see what's coming in over there," Louise panted, pointing at the left hole. The couple reversed their positions and Fred sucked in a large, thick hunk of black meat.

Louise took a look. "Awww, shit!" she puffed. "Well, I'm not greedy, Baby -- he's all yours if this one makes the grade -- and he's doin' okay..." The Hispanic was hammering away at this point. "Suck that bigass cock, Baby! I wanna watch you take it ALL!"

The Hispanic guy lasted until Louise got off -- loudly -- and blew his nut during the excitement at Louise's peak. Someone else showed up, but Louise ignored him, concentrating on Fred's efforts with Dick Number Five. She squatted next to Fred and took over jacking him, adding a finger that slowly drove into his ass, then started pumping. The big hunk of meat Fred was working continued to be flexible despite his best efforts -- even after it surprised him by bucking and spewing in his throat! The owner pulled it away and Louise said, "That's five, even though I took one nut -- but we're doing pretty well..."

"My mouf is a little sore," Fred mumbled.

"Well, okay," Louise mused. There were cocks poking through both glory holes. "Do you want either of those, Baby? I've got more rubbers -- you can have ass fun..."

Fred eyed Louise -- apparently, she was serious. "Not here," he croaked. "Some other time, maybe."

"Okay, Baby." Louise seemed to have gotten whatever she was there for. "Why don't you jack one of these and watch the movie and I'll jack you and finger you until you get off -- how's that?"

"If that's all I'm gonna get..." Fred muttered.

"I TOLD you what you were gonna have to pay to get pussy, Baby -- and I was serious. This has been good, but we're not even -- not even close!" Louise told him. "If you want a suck, though..." She waved at a hole.

"No," Fred mused. "I'll jack -- but the finger..."

"Want two, Baby?"

"Maybe..." Fred ended up on his hands and knees facing the screen, watching a transvestite jack off while having his/her ass reamed, jacking himself while Louise fed his ass three fingers. When she found his prostate, he hunched, grunted, and splashed the wall below the screen with four long jets of his seed, "Hrrrrgh! Hrrgh! Hrrgh! Hrrgh!"

"Oh, that was nice, Baby!" Louise crooned. She removed her fingers from his ass and leaned in to milk his cock into the palm of her hand, then raised it to his lips. "Here. It's yours..."

Fred didn't bother to argue about it; he was wasted. Louise crawled into her clothes and then waited, rubbing cocks poking through the holes, while Fred slowly got into his. One of them spewed seed on the floor, prompting a giggle from her. "You know, this place could be fun!"

"Yeah..." Fred wiped a gobbet of semen from the toe of his work boot. "I guess."

"We should play at the club -- it's safer," Louise opined. "We can do a booth and take turns."

Fred couldn't decide whether she was serious or not -- and was afraid to ask! Standing, he tucked in his T-shirt. "I'm ready, I guess."

"Okay, Baby. Off we go!" Louise threw the bolt.

Someone had the temerity to clap -- then several others joined in, adding whistles and cat-calls. Fred put his head down and took Louise by the hand, leading her out into the glare of the main store. Louise waved at the denizens of the peep area, smiling, as she was pulled along.

The elephant at the counter was grinning from ear to ear. "I've been here for six years -- and I've never seen ANYTHING as hot as THAT!" she announced. "I wore out two sets of vibrator batteries -- and I'm gonna lock the door and go in there in a minute..." It didn't take a genius to guess what for.

"Um, yeah. Good luck," Louise managed politely.

"You know, we've got a lot of fetish wear," the woman added. "He'd look good in a nice collar and leash, and we could hook you up with some spandex and leather -- maybe a body stocking. You could get one of those little whips..."

"Thanks for the thought -- maybe some other time," Louise said breezily. There were limits. She was VERY satisfied with what had gone on back there in the dark -- very satisfied. "Let's go home, baby." Fred, who hadn't stopped, hit the door.

In the truck on the way home, Fred muttered, "You surprised me -- I figured you were gonna give me more shit."

"I did, too," Louise replied. "But when it got right down to it, if I gave you shit for doing gay shit, I'd have been making you right all along about what was gonna happen. Besides, it was HOT, watching you suck cocks! I got so horny -- well, you know what I did! The bottom line is that if you'd been up-front with me about this, we could have just dealt with it -- I'd have been fine!"

"Well," Fred sighed, "It ain't just you..."

"It's nobody's business, Baby. We could have kept it to those who needed to know."

"Yeah, maybe -- but the boys..."

"Terence likes it, too -- that's another reason I couldn't get down on you. I'd much rather that he do what he has to do and either get it out of his system or make it part of who he is than try to bury it and lie about it. That girlfriend of his knows ALL about it and she doesn't mind -- why should I?"

"Yeah, mebbe..."

"You should play. Do whatever it takes. I know this may seem chickenshit of me, but I'm serious about not letting you have club pussy. You need to go ahead and get the dick thing all worked out. When you're all set and you know which end is up, come see me and I'll let you pay the big one and open up the gates for pussy," Louise told him.

"What big one?"

"You taking a dick while I watch -- a dick of my choice. I'm not ready to let you off for that -- you still owe me."

"Jeezus!"

"Hey, if you decide it's all good, it won't fucking matter, will it?" Louise replied. "When you do this, I'll know you've got your shit together -- and maybe -- just maybe -- we can put the pieces back together."

"Well..."

"It's on you." They were each quiet, absorbed in their own thoughts, for the remainder of the trip home.