SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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Ian Sinclair had been working on his latest piece of science fiction, post-apocalyptic in this case, when he could not help but notice a woman taking garbage to the street.......a drop dead gorgeous woman, too. What the hell was she doing with trash? Ian was no champion of chivalry, but it was unheard of in his eyes to make one's wife do that when one was capable of handling that kind of thing.....It should be a mark of manly pride to deal with that stuff (though Ian would wash his hands assiduously afterward). Here was a woman who seemed used to this, didn't even seem angry, more resigned, while her husband or boyfriend or whatever couldn't take a few minutes to do something like that as a gesture for her.
Granted, Ian wasn't the best of husbands by society's standards (fuck society!), which might have been why he was on wife number four these days. He was often very good to them, but he had a certain wandering eye and his wives all, without exception, took exception to that. Then again, in Ian's book, adultery was just a practical, rational solution to the problem of monogamy. If any of his wives had bothered to read his books, he had made that point clear more than once. He just made it up to them in other ways, even if they never seemed to connect the dots (more fool them). He never neglected a single one of them, but he always strayed from the marriage bed, sooner or later.
It wasn't too surprising, then, that Ian made a decision that may or may not change his life for better or worse. He dropped what he was doing, stepped out of his house, and approached his neighbor, whose wedding band was quite evident on her finger, just as it was on his. It was now or never, if he was to make first contact and begin to carry out his planned seduction of the woman, even if it took days to seal the deal. As for the husband....fuck him! Any man willing to make his wife do his dirty work was in position to complain if she found solace in another man's arms.
"You want to make sure that the recyclable stuff is put in the recycling bins, because that doesn't go out until Friday, ma'am. How did you get stuck with the thankless job? By the way, I'm Ian," Ian said as he offered her a sanitizing wet wipe for her hands.
Granted, Ian wasn't the best of husbands by society's standards (fuck society!), which might have been why he was on wife number four these days. He was often very good to them, but he had a certain wandering eye and his wives all, without exception, took exception to that. Then again, in Ian's book, adultery was just a practical, rational solution to the problem of monogamy. If any of his wives had bothered to read his books, he had made that point clear more than once. He just made it up to them in other ways, even if they never seemed to connect the dots (more fool them). He never neglected a single one of them, but he always strayed from the marriage bed, sooner or later.
It wasn't too surprising, then, that Ian made a decision that may or may not change his life for better or worse. He dropped what he was doing, stepped out of his house, and approached his neighbor, whose wedding band was quite evident on her finger, just as it was on his. It was now or never, if he was to make first contact and begin to carry out his planned seduction of the woman, even if it took days to seal the deal. As for the husband....fuck him! Any man willing to make his wife do his dirty work was in position to complain if she found solace in another man's arms.
"You want to make sure that the recyclable stuff is put in the recycling bins, because that doesn't go out until Friday, ma'am. How did you get stuck with the thankless job? By the way, I'm Ian," Ian said as he offered her a sanitizing wet wipe for her hands.
