The Tease · Part 1

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I'm sitting here, wondering what's going to happen to my marriage. I'll know soon enough because Judy, who is now taking a bath, will emerge soon and we'll have the most serious talk of our marriage.

We've been married twelve years – both of us are 35 years old and we have what I thought up to this point was a perfectly satisfactory marriage. Oh, we have our problems, and the sex isn't much to brag about, but we truly love each other, and we've always been able to talk and have fun.

Judy's a cute little brunette, with big brown eyes. She's little – just 5'-2" tall and weighs in at around 110 pounds. Nice perky breasts, with nipples that get hard and show through her blouse when she's excited or cold. She also has lovely white skin, sexy legs and the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

Nobody's perfect, however. It has to be said that Judy is really not into sex. The years we dated and the first few years of our marriage were pretty good, but then we just drifted off into a nothingness of sex.

Oh, sure, she likes to cuddle and smooch, but as for the dirty deed itself…well, she does what she has to do and she never complains, but it's duty and not pleasure. I know this because she told me once. She's also not into oral sex. She'll tolerate me eating her, but it's been years since she gave me a blow job.

We still have sex. Occasionally. Randomly. Like when we go away on vacation and sometimes when we both got drunk at a party.

As I said, she never complains and neither do I. Nobody's perfect; we all have our faults, although I wish she were more into sex. And, I often fantasize about her being into some of the kinky things my friends talk about. But, she isn't, so what's the point of making a big deal out of it.

She's also doesn't like my friends and is very cold to them. She's not actually unfriendly, mind you, but she always behaves like she's better than they are. Behind my back they call her the Ice Princess.

One night the three of us, Hank, Jim and me were in my basement watching Monday Night Football and having a few beers. Well, if the truth is to be known, we were quite drunk. Judy came down and got very bitchy about the whole scene. I was annoyed at her about the whole way she acted towards them. If she's pissed at me, that's one thing, but why does she need to take it out on my friends?

After she left, Hank commented, "You know what that lady needs? A really good gang-bang fuck to give her a sense of reality." That really broke us up and we had a good laugh about it. Then he and Jim promptly offered to do it for me. Some charity! Judy went to bed and the guys and I spent the next few hours getting drunker and talking about her.

I was really drunk but I remember that the focus of the conversation was just about Judy. Once we started talking about her, they had a million questions. Was she different in bed? Did she like fucking? What's her favorite position? How does she like it? The guys wanted to know the most intimate details. What were her nipples like? Did she give good head? Did she scream when she came? Did we ever fuck in public, and on and on.

I don't remember everything I told them but I was pretty drunk and I remember telling them a lot – mostly true, but I also invented a few things, like the story about us making love in the back of an X-rated movie theater while seven guys watched, or the time I left the front door open and the Pizza delivery guy came in and watched while Judy was giving me a blow job. I just wanted to make my love life sound better than it was.

I guess my stories were good, because they were impressed! I remember that they both had large erections showing in their jeans. Then I did something I know I shouldn't have done. I dug out a box of nude pictures that I have of Judy – mostly stuff I took when we were first dating, but I also have a few that I've taken more recently when she wasn't aware of the camera.

Most were quite tame…shots of her swimming nude, and in the shower and the bath, but there were some that I took when we were a little drunk and those were much more revealing. In one, she had a vibrator and was pushing it into her pussy. Another time, several years ago, I held a small camera and took some pictures of her when she was giving me a blowjob. She had most of my cock in her mouth and you really can't tell just how small it is. The guys loved these pictures and begged me to let them borrow them. But fortunately, I kept them and put them away. After that, whenever they guys were in the house, I noticed them staring at Judy smiling and winking at each other. I can only imagine their thoughts.

But, back to Judy and me. There really aren't any major problems between us. Well, actually there were two things that really bothered me. First, my name is Richard, and when Judy was pissed at me, she'd say things like, "You really are a Dick." I hated it when she said that. When she wanted to ridicule me, she'd call me "Little Dickey," which between us was a reference to the length of my cock. Now, I have no control over the fact that my cock is only four inches long when fully erect. I know that, because she once measured it, and then laughed out loud and shouted, "Only FOUR inches! You really are a Little Dickey."

But, it was my smallest fault that caused me so much difficulty. You see, I think I might be the most easily spooked man in the world. Now, Judy insists on demonstrating it to anyone who happens to be around. I'll be standing around at a party with a drink in my hand talking to a bunch of people and Judy will sneak up behind me, poking her fingers into my ribs and yell, Boo!" Then she laughs hysterically when I scream and jump. It really pisses me off when she does this and I've begged her not to do it but she persists. Nothing works. She simply won't stop doing it and it annoys the hell out of me. She says I look so much like a startled rabbit that it's just irresistible.

Well, today that rabbit fought back, and all hell broke loose. I'm about to get to that story.

Right now, I'm sitting on the back porch, alone, looking at a lawn that needs mowing. Judy is taking a bath, and when she finishes, we're going to have a talk that will probably change our lives. New rules, new behavior, or maybe she'll just tell me to get lost.

Now, I've always fantasized about seeing Judy with another man, but I've never had the courage to even hint at it. A few times, we've been out when other men have started flirting with her, and I've gotten very excited at the play. And having Jim and Hank around, especially after I told them all the details of her body and our sex life, and showed them those pictures of her, was very exciting. I can tell by the way they look at her that they're thinking of those pictures, and of her naked and giving me a blowjob. Every time I think of it, I get a hard-on.

Today, in a space of a couple of hours, everything is different. And I don't know what to think or what to do. I'll have to face her any minute now and I do not know what I'm going to say. But, first, I need to give you the story.

This morning we were busy around the house doing chores, like we usually did on a Sunday. I was getting ready to cut that lawn when Jim and Hank turned up, like people often do on a Sunday. So we started throwing a football around in the back yard. We were having good fun, when Judy came out and started bitching at me about the lawn. Hank took the offensive and invited her to play with us. I was surprised when she agreed. We split up sides, Hank and me against Judy and Jim. We were having a good time and beating their pants off. On one play, Hank took off across the yard and I was going to throw him a long pass. Judy came up behind me but instead of just touching me, she poked me in the ribs. I screeched and dropped the ball and flapped my arms about and everybody laughed at me. I was humiliated and I did something I've never done before. I just snapped.

I swung around in a fury and lunged for her. She jumped back and started to run. I was pissed and I wanted to punish her. Chasing her into the house I caught her in the living room and pushed her onto the sofa. She tumbled awkwardly over the arm of the sofa and then rolled off onto the floor, sprawled, legs akimbo, looking up at me in astonishment. Hank and Jim were right behind us, trying to see what I was going to do in this insane rage, and maybe to protect her from any real harm that I might want to inflict.

I dropped to the floor sitting on top of her, astride her chest and grabbed her wrists pinning her arms. She started to wriggle in protest, and I barked at Hank, "Hold her legs." Tentatively, he took hold of her ankles and held them tight, but she was kicking furiously and nearly got away from him.

"Hold her, God dammit!" We were finally able to subdue her and she lay panting but immobile.

"Now," I said to her. "Hank and I are going to hold you and Jim is going to tickle you and we'll see how much you like that. Do it, Jim!" As I said this, I moved to the side off her chest but still held her wrists tightly over her head.

"Okay," said Jim, much amused. On hands and knees, he crawled across the floor and started poking her provocatively in the ribs.

Judy bent her head backwards and looked up at my face scornfully. "But, I'm not ticklish, Dickey," she said. "Only you are."

"Tickle her feet," I told Jim.

"Okay" he said, and took off her canvas shoes. He stroked his fingers along the length of her feet. She wriggled uncomfortably but did not even come close to breaking out into laughter.

"Dickey, give it up," she said. "I'm just not ticklish. There's nothing you can do to me."

Calling me 'Dickey' infuriated me, and I was determined to extract some measure of revenge. I looked for inspiration at Jim and then to Hank, who was still holding her ankles pinned. Judy was wearing a light cotton summer dress and the tumbling and the grappling had caused it to ride high up on her thighs. I could see the edge of her white panties, with a few dark curls showing. Jim and Hank, could see, and they were looking and looking very closely.

In a flash I had it. Brilliant. Judy would pay, and pay big time. I pulled her wrists together over her head, grabbed both wrists and tucked them under my knees and then I reached down and pulled her dress up exposing her panties. She squealed with indignation and thrashed about trying to escape.

The dress was now pulled half way up to her waist, and each time she twisted or turned, I pulled the dress a little higher until it was up to her waist and her panties were completely exposed. We could clearly see the darkness of her pubic hair through the sheer fabric, and small curls of black hair around the edges of her panties.

"Okay boys," I said grimly. "Let's just show her what we can do. Jim?"

He tore his eyes away and looked up at me with a blank look on his face. "What?"

"Take her panties off," I ordered.

He blinked at me and exchanged a fast glance with Hank.

"Really?" he asked.

"Do it!" I ordered, confidently. "She has to learn a lesson and by God, she will remember this one."

"Richard, no!" She exclaimed.

"Jim, go ahead."

"Richard, I'll kill you for this," Judy shouted furiously. She called me Richard when she was pissed.

"Do it, Jim."

He hesitated, looking first at me and then at the juncture of her legs. Then he shrugged. "Okay," and he did, dragging her panties over her hips and down her legs, past her knees. He had to lift her legs to a vertical position to get the panties off her ankles and as he did Hank moved in so that he could hold her bucking legs.

When the panties came off, Judy was trying to twist away from him so Hank tucked one ankle under each arm. I realized that this forced her legs wide apart and opened her pussy giving Hank an incredible view. She continued her bucking, vigorously but ineffectually. Each time she bucked she opened her legs and gave Hank and Jim an incredible view of her open pussy. As she thrust upwards, I noticed a glistening wetness. Curious.

Finally she was quiet. Judy lay pinned, helpless and panting from her exertions as the three of us stared at her bare crotch. Her black hair curled provocatively. She was an outdoor girl but she barely needed to trim to fit into tight shorts and swimming costumes. Her slit and puffy lips could be seen clearly through the now wet hair.

"You will die for this, Richard," she said to me with extreme menace, her eyes narrowed. "Now let me go."

Of course, that's what I intended. Take her panties off, humiliate her in front of Jim and Hank and then let her go. But there was an unintended consequence.

There I was, holding her wrists together over her head, looking down at Jim and Hank who were staring at her exposed pussy with fixed interest. Suddenly I didn't want to let her go. My mouth had gone dry. It was very interesting.

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