Retirement blues.

Four months before retirement (2)

Sue followed Patricia into the house on Horsted Lane, not knowing what to expect.  She was surprised by its normalcy.  Patrica led Sue to the kitchen, invited her to sit down at the table, and asked if she wanted a drink.  Sue said no.

 "Ok," said Patricia, "Let me get this out in the open, I have no romantic inclinations toward your husband, nor does he have any financial obligations toward me."

Sue looked her up and down. She was seething, but she wasn't sure if all of that anger should be directed toward this woman in front of her. "Well. I guess that's something," she replied. Then she took a deep breath to try to calm down before continuing. "I will be honest with you, Trish, is it?"

"Patricia," she replied.

"Ok, Patricia, I came here as a gut reaction to what I found out this morning, that my husband has been visiting you regularly for the last three years to play some kind of kinky games or live out some kinky fantasy. I have to tell you, Patricia, I'm fucking fuming."

Patricia sat and listened. She could understand where this woman was coming from, but it really wasn't her problem; it was between Sue and William. William knew the risks he was taking.

"Look, I don't know what your marriage is like, and to be honest, it's none of my business, but I will tell you, and I mean no disrespect to you, that William has specific needs that aren't being fulfilled that go beyond sexual." She took a breath. "I will also tell you that we have never had sex, well, at least not in the traditional sense."

"What does that mean?" Sue asked, "Traditional sense."

"Well, I'm sorry, what is your name?"

"Sue."

"Well, William has ejaculated, either under my instruction, in some humiliating way, or when he becomes overexcited. But I've never had his cock inside me. I've never kissed him the way I kiss my lovers. He doesn't get that part of me. He gets the part of me that wants to hurt him, humiliate him, use him. That's what begs for. That's what he needs."

Sue's hands clenched into fists. "You make him sound like a fucking charity case."

"I make him sound like what he is," Patricia shot back, her eyes hard. "A man who spent twenty-five years pretending to be something he's not because he was too much of a coward to approach his own wife after one accident."

The words landed like a slap. Sue's face went white, then red. "You don't know anything about..”

"I know you fell down the stairs in Gillingham and ended up in the ER," Patricia interrupted. "I know after the accident, he never brought it up again. He just... stopped. And you let him because you were too embarrassed to ask why."

Sue opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The anger was still there, but now it was mixed with something else—shame? relief?

Patricia leaned forward. "I'm not the villain here, Sue. I'm the symptom. You want to be angry at someone, be angry at the man who has lied to you for 25 years. Be angrier at the woman who was so fucking terrified of being rejected again that she never asked why.

She stood up, straightening her yoga pants. "Now, you can stand there and seethe at me, or you can go home and figure out if you want the man who's been crawling to me for three years because he's too much of a coward to crawl back to you.”

 "Teach me,” Sue said

"What?"

"If you think I'm this terrified little woman, then teach me. Show me what he needs."

Patricia stared at her, incredulous. "Are you fucking serious?"

"I'm 'fucking' serious," Sue shot back, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation. "Show me what it takes. Then at least I'll know if I have it in me to be the woman he needs, or if we should just cut our losses."

Patricia stood, walked to a cabinet, pulled out two glasses, and a bottle of wine. She uncorked it with a practiced twist and poured. "No, thank you," Sue said automatically.

Patricia shrugged, studying her over the rim of her own glass. "Are you really serious?"

Sue snatched the glass and took a long, reckless swig. The wine burned going down. "Yes. Teach me."

"Okay, Sue. But first you have to feel what it's like to be him."

"What do you mean?"

"From what you understand, do you think William is submissive or dominant?"

"Submissive."

"Then stand up and take your coat off."

"Excuse me?""I'm giving you your first lesson. Either you do as I say for the next hour, or you go home and sort it out yourself. Your choice."

Sue's hands moved before her brain could catch up. She shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a white blouse and jeans—nothing special, nothing provocative. So why were her nipples hardening against the fabric?

Patricia circled her slowly, like a predator assessing prey. Her hand slid over Sue's hip, fingers tracing the seam of her tight jeans. Sue flinched but didn't pull away.

 "Good," Patricia murmured, crowding Sue against the kitchen table. "You're already learning."

She slid her hand over Sue's ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, then moved to the front, pressing her palm firmly between Sue's legs. Sue's thighs clamped together instinctively, but Patricia tapped her ankle with a sharp tap of her foot.

“Open."

Sue's breath hitched. She spread her legs, the cold edge of the table digging into the back of her legs. Patricia held her gaze, her hand staying put, rubbing slow circles over the denim seam while her other hand started on Sue's blouse buttons.

"You're soaked," Patricia observed, her thumb pressing against Sue's clit through the jeans. "Already. That's how fast it happens."

Sue's face burned. "I'm not—"

"Don't lie to me," Patricia interrupted, popping the last button. She pushed the blouse open, exposing Sue's white bra. Her nipples were hard, visible through the cotton. "Your body knows what your mind won't admit."

She slid her hand up Sue's stomach, over her ribs, and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple hard through the fabric.

"This is what he needs," she said, twisting until Sue whimpered. "Not gentle. Not careful. Not the wife who tiptoes around him."

She released the nipple and stepped back, her eyes raking over Sue's half-exposed body. "Take off your jeans."

Sue's fingers shook as she unbuttoned them, pushing them down her hips. She stepped out of them, standing in her bra and panties against the kitchen counter, feeling more naked than if she'd been stripped completely.

Patricia circled her slowly. "Now the bra."

Sue reached back, fumbling with the clasp. It came loose, and she let it fall. Her breasts were full, her nipples dark and achingly hard. Patricia came up behind her, pressing close, her hands coming around to cup both breasts.

"Good," she breathed against Sue's ear, rolling the nipples between her fingers. "Now tell me—does William ever touch you like this?"

Sue shook her head, a strangled sound escaping her throat.

"Does he ever make you feel like this?" Patricia's right hand slid down Sue's stomach, into her panties, finding her clit without hesitation.

Sue's knees buckled. "No," she gasped, gripping the table edge for support.

"That's the problem," Patricia said, her fingers working slow, deliberate circles. "You're both too fucking scared to take what you want."

She spun Sue around, bending her over the kitchen table. Sue's panties were yanked down to her knees. Patricia's hand came down hard on her ass, the slap echoing off the tiled walls.

"This is what he needs," she said, spanking her again, harder. "Someone who isn't afraid to be in charge."

Sue cried out, her hands gripping the hardwood. The pain was sharp, shocking—and her pussy was dripping wet, leaving a smear on the cabinet door.

"Do you understand now?" Patricia asked, her hand rubbing the red mark she'd left.

"Yes," Sue whispered.

Patricia smiled, her fingers sliding between Sue's thighs, finding her soaked and ready. "Good girl.”

 She went to the kitchen drawer and pulled out two tea towels—plain, white, absurdly domestic. She grabbed Sue's wrists and yanked them behind her back, binding them with a quick, practiced twist. The fabric bit into Sue's skin, not painfully, but enough to remind her she couldn't move. Then she tied the second towel around Sue's eyes, plunging her into darkness.

Sue knew she shouldn't allow this. She was a grown woman and a wife. She should be screaming, fighting, calling the police. But there was something undeniably intoxicating about standing half-naked in a stranger's kitchen, bound and blindfolded, completely at her mercy. Her pussy throbbed with it.

Patricia had plenty of other, more practical ways of controlling her—ropes, cuffs, chains. But she wanted to ease her into it. Kid gloves for now. Sue had said she wanted to learn. Patricia would start her from the bottom.

"Good girl," Patricia murmured, her breath hot against Sue's ear. "Now you can't see. Can't move. Can't do anything but feel. This is where William lives.  I haven’t seen his face for over a year.”

Her hands were everywhere—pinching Sue's nipples, slapping her ass, sliding between her legs to find her dripping wet. Sue whimpered, her body responding to the touch like it had been starving for years.

"This is what he needs," Patricia said, her fingers pushing inside Sue without warning. "Not your permission. Not your understanding. Just this. Control. Pain. Use."

She fucked Sue with her fingers, slow and deep, her thumb grinding against Sue's clit. Sue's knees buckled, but Patricia held her up with her other arm wrapped around her waist.

"You're soaking my hand," Patricia observed, her voice clinical and cruel. "You love this. This power you're giving me, you could have it with William, and so much more; you just have to learn to understand it. 

Sue came with a choked cry, her body convulsing around Patricia's fingers, the orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She'd never come like this—never so hard, so fast, so completely out of control.

Patricia pulled her fingers out and wiped them across Sue's face. "Lesson one complete. Now you understand why he keeps coming back."

She untied the blindfold but left Sue's arms bound. "Lesson two starts when you're ready to beg for it.”

 Patricia pulled a kitchen chair into the middle of the room and sat down, patting her lap with a knowing smirk. Sue hesitated, thinking she was meant to sit there, but Patricia's sharp look made it clear—*bend over*. With her arms still tied behind her back, Sue awkwardly draped herself across Patricia's thighs, her ass upturned and vulnerable.

The first smack landed hard, the sound cracking off the tiled walls. Sue yelled, the sting radiating through her flesh.

"Does William ever go down on you?" Patricia asked, her hand already raised for another blow.

"No," Sue gasped. "We tried it, but he wasn't very good at it—*oow!*" The second slap was harder.

"How often do you fuck?" Smack.

"Once a week, sometimes twice—*oowww!*" Another slap, lower this time, catching the tender spot where her ass met her thighs.

"Do you orgasm?" Smack.

"Not often—*shit!*" The next one was brutal, leaving a burning handprint.

"Do you tell him?" Smack.

"No," Sue admitted, her voice cracking. "I usually finish myself off later with a vibrator—*FUCK!*"

The most vicious slap yet made her jerk forward, tears stinging her eyes. Her backside was on fire, but her pussy was soaking wet, throbbing with every impact.

"Stand up."

Sue struggled to her feet, swaying slightly. Patricia slid her fingers between her legs without warning, finding her dripping.

"How often can you come to see me during the week?" Patricia asked, her fingers teasing but not giving pressure.

Sue tried to keep her composure, but her voice came out breathy. "All my days are free or can be made free."

"Good. And you really want to learn how to control William?"

Sue sighed, pushing down onto Patricia's hand. "Yes."

"I warn you—your perspective of William will change. You may find you don't love him the way you do now."

Sue closed her eyes, grinding against Patricia's fingers. "I understand."

Patricia smiled and pulled her hand away. A disappointed groan escaped Sue's throat.

"Homework tonight," Patricia said, wiping her fingers on Sue's bare hip. "Fuck William. Then tell him you're disappointed. Take your vibrator and finish yourself off while he lies there. Don't let him touch you. Tell him he had his chance. If you want to do this, you have to start undermining him. Can you do that?"

"Yes," Sue replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

"Good. I have a visitor tomorrow, and I want you to join me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Be here at nine." Patricia untied Sue's wrists and told her to get dressed. As Sue fumbled with her clothes, Patricia pulled her close, one hand tangling in her hair, and kissed her—deep, possessive, claiming. Sue melted into it, her body still humming from the spanking, her mind already rearranging itself around this new reality.

When Patricia finally released her, she smiled. "Welcome to class, Sue. Lesson two starts tomorrow."