When the Worms Turn

[BadForm]

OOC: A pair of cuckolds take revenge, becomes master/mistress. If this interests you join in. Parts should be obvious as they become available.

IC: He saw her in the supermarket, when he was doing the shopping, and saw at once that she was just like him. It was in the way she walked, meekly, as though trying to excuse her way through the world. It was in her eyes, and how she kept them downcast even when she was picking things off the high shelves. It was in all this and more, and finally he had hope that had been denied him for so long. He ripped a sheet out of the pad used for his grocery lists and wrote her a short note. Then he walked past, handed it to her and walked on before anyone could tell what had happened. The note was simple, he hoped it worked.

I am like you, an unwilling cuckold. Please call me. 10am-4pm. 876-3210. Joseph.

Yes, he was a cuckold, and had been for three years. He'd heard the stories of men who liked to watch their wives have sex with others, but that wasn't the case for him. He was a loving husband, and had a stipend from his aristocratic family that ran into the hundreds of thousands a year. The trouble was, when his wife discovered that the one thing his family hated more than murder was divorce, she had exactly the threat she needed to force him to do and let her do anything she wanted.

Joseph rushed through the rest of the shopping, and just prayed that the woman in the store would call before his wife returned home at 4pm.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Maddie

OOC: Bad Form, would you care to give this a go?


IC:

She felt the paper thrust into her hand, watched as his back disappeared into the crowd near the checkout. Who, she wondered, was that?

She opened the note, read it quickly, and felt something in the pit of her stomach, something most unpleasant. She had to put both hands on the cart to steady herself. Someone knows! But how could they? She had told no one. Could not tell anyone...

Looking back, she realized now that she had married for the wrong reasons. She thought she had loved Thomas, but how silly. Nurses fell "in love" with doctors all the time. And sometimes the lucky ones, such as herself, actually got proposals from them. But how quickly things had changed. To be twenty-nine, and stuck in a loveless marriage. That in itself was not so unusual, she knew, but Thomas had been devious. She had trusted him implicitly to handle the finances. Once his 'indiscretions' became known to her, of course divorce was her first thought.

But the bastard had fixed it so that, were she to divorce him, she would find herself deep in debt. He had gambled, he had splurged, and it was all in both their names. In this state, the lawyer had told her, the court tended to split debts incurred during the marriage 50-50. No way she could pay off close to $600 thousand on the wages a nurse would make. Damn the legislature and their no-fault divorce law!

Thomas did not want a divorce, of course. It would be bad for his "image" he had explained. After all, he argued, didn't he provide for her? Wasn't she comfortable in their nice home, with her own SUV, her own maid? So what if he liked to screw around, she was well kept, wasn't she?

She looked at the note again after she had helped Francine put away the groceries. What kind of pervert, she wondered, could this be? Still, her curiosity was piqued. She went to the den, shut the door behind her, picked up the phone and dialed.

When he answered, the first words out of her mouth were fueled by all the anger she had allowed to build up for so long.

"Listen, you son of a bitch!" she began, "I don't know who you are or what you think you know, but if you think you're going to fuck me, you got another think coming!!!" She was seething....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Offer....?

Hiya,

If this takes off.. I can play your "bitch" of a wife!
<S>

Just holler if you need me to jump in!

love
DM x

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

OOC: LadyBlueMoon - heh, looks like you get the role of most dominant of the two cuckolds...

DM: As always, you are welcome here.

Anyone: We need LadyBlue's husband... any offers or any ideas of who would be willing and able to do that role? We could also use two lovers for the cuckolding spouses, unless, of course, they are currently seeing each other. That way when the cuckolds are busy together one way or another, the cuckolders can be having fun too.


IC: After finishing the shopping, it was time to start cleaning. This was my day for working on the upstairs bathroom and hall. She had been pushing me hard to do more each day, but I already spent six hours a day doing housework, and she didn't hate me enough to threaten to divorce me just so I could be made to do even more than that. It seemed enough for her that she could torment me about my cleaning.

I was sure she hated me by now. Gone were the names such as "honey" in favor of "worm." Now nothing was good enough, like an extension of her view of my lovemaking. If it wasn't for the family's hatred of divorce I would have shut her down long ago.

As I was cleaning the hall, feeling exhausted, the phone rang by my ear. I picked it up and heard a harsh female voice snap at me from the other end.

"Listen, you son of a bitch!" she began, "I don't know who you are or what you think you know, but if you think you're going to fuck me, you got another think coming!!!"

I stood stunned for several seconds before responding in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Ummmm... who is this?"

 

[ARaynes]

OOC: I could take the husband! Just let me know.

 

[BadForm]

OOC: Sounds like we got a full cast of characters then, unless anyone wants to take the cuckolders' partners (not necessary for the thread of course). Lets take this ball and run with it.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Maddie

"Who is this?!" Maddie was still furious. "Of all the nerve! You hand me a piece of paper in the store, make inferences that you have absolutely no idea are true or not, then ask who THIS is?" She realized she was on the verge of tears. Stupid! Why was she doing this? "I'm sorry," she said, trying to calm down, "I must have the wrong number."

 

[Zeo]

i would like to join

ooc) i would like to join give a me a mo and i'll read up

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

"No wait..."

I hadn't realised who was calling, but when she mentioned the paper and the store I knew. More than who, I knew I had to keep her on the phone. She was angry, she was probably a little scared and frustrated too. I would have been if someone had handed me that paper.

"I... I'm sorry. That was me in the store, yes. I-I'm sorry if I was wrong, it was just your body language was so like mine. Please, if I was wrong in what I said, forgive me. I just... well... My wife has been cuckolding me for years now, and I just got so lonely, so desperate. When I saw you, and how you didn't seem to raise your eyes or anything, well, I thought you were in the same situation. I guess I hoped you were like me so I could speak to someone who might understand."

The phone was shaking in my hand, and I just hoped the tremor in my voice wasn't too bad. Had I been wrong? The signs, were so strong, that I had been so sure I was right. Then again, what did I know? I didn't even know how to keep my wife in my bed.

"Please..." I pleaded. "Forgive me."

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Maddie

His honesty, his openness, touched her. On the verge of returning the receiver to the cradle, Maddie abruptly changed her mind. Perhaps it was the desperation in his voice, or the pain in her heart.

"It shows?" she asked. "That clearly, you knew just by looking at me in a grocery store? Oh, God!" She waited, breathing softly. A weight was lifting from her soul.

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

I nodded, before realising she couldn't hear a nod.

"Yes..." I said, "if you know what you're looking for. You looked like I do. The way you walk, you barely even looked up when you took things down off high shelves, everything. I don't mean to offend you, please don't take it that way. I just know how it feels... to feel so ashamed you have to apologise to the world for living. I don't know if thats exactly what you feel... it is me though. How long has it been? How long has he... or she... been treating you like that? If its ok to ask."

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Maddie

How long has it been? The question cut to the core of it. I hesitated to answer, ashamed.

"Since the beginning, really," I confessed into the receiver. "We've just been married four years, last May. I found out about three months ago, not just that he is cheating now, but that he has been since...." my voice caught in my throat. It was so difficult to admit that, from the very beginning, he had wanted more than I gave him.

"You know, I really don't feel comfortable talking about this..." I said, shifting the subject away from my shame. "At least, not on the telephone. Perhaps, if you feel it will help, we could meet for lunch. Are you free tomorrow?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Hope you don't mind, but as the wife's due home I thought I would introduce her and give a flavour of her relationship with Joseph.

Hope that is ok with you both!

love
DM

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Warrington

OOC:

Elizabeth Warrington

Age: 35

Marital status: Married, but no ties!

Appearance: 5 ft 7 – slim thighs, small waist, pert breasts, hips – fit physique.

Eyes: dark brown – long lashed, usually cold, but can smoulder with hate or passion.

Hair : deep chestnut brown, long
usually worn in a formal chignon or tied up formally.

Job: Wife – substantial income from husband’s stipend.
Society wife – hosts dinners, public face about town.
Involvement in the local women’s guild – supporting local talent, local charities and promoting the role of women generally.

Character: Her image is that of rich wellborn, proper, clean living “Lady” about town. The reality is quite the opposite.

IC:

Elizabeth smoothed her skirt as she stopped the car outside her house.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smirked.
Her makeup looked just a bit smudged, her hair, slightly mussed at the back, both appeared an oversight, but nothing was accidental where Elizabeth Warrington was concerned.
She was a calculated schemer.

It was not out of the goodness of her heart that she had joined the Women’s Guild. It looked good and added to her lady-about-town image, but more to the point it gave her connections with some of the most influential women in the town.

Not that Elizabeth cared about influence. She had married well. She grimaced. Not “well” but usefully.
Joseph had brought her money and social standing, yet he had been a dire disappointment to her.

His eagerness to please, his adoration had been so … sweet at first: Like a puppy with a new toy. But all too soon, Elizabeth had tired. She was fed up of the façade. Their marriage was a diplomatic merger of two families and she got on well with his parents as he did with hers.
Why did he have to complicate matters and expect more?

She sat her hand hovering over the ignition key remembering how it had almost been a game at first, just to see how far she could push him, how much she could get away with.
But he hadn’t crumbled.
Slowly she had realised that he would never challenge her behaviour, firstly because he loved her, and then, later, when she had tormented him for long enough, because his dear family would never contemplate a divorce sullying their family tree.

He’d let her use him.

With every step she took, every comment or action her husband allowed her to get away with, her respect for him diminished.
He was so spineless, a worm, all he did was crawl round her, following her orders.
Though God knew why?
Did he think that in some strange way his obedience would win her back?
He was just too pathetic.

She pulled the key out, irritated that she was wasting so much consideration on the man she had married what seemed like many years ago. She slid out of the car, locked the door and stretched focusing her mind on happier things.

She’d had one hell of an afternoon.
God she had fucked for hours.
Greg was one of the best yet: strong, virile, forceful.
She loved that in a man. All too often the guys she’d seduced had terrible wife-complexes.
She hated that.
Hated weakness in a man.
Greg..mmm.. she smiled.
He had a fuck-and-be-damned attitude.
She grinned as she thought of her “sisters” – her fellow Guild members who would be sat round in deep discussion, planning the weekend's event, and all the time she was screwing the chairwoman’s husband.

She almost laughed. “charity begins at home” she whispered to herself. She did her dues and worked really hard to further the work of the Guild, but she knew that at these “events” she always looked her best and when the ladies brought their husbands along, Elizabeth was very quick to spot a wondering eye and a hardened cock.
She was very circumspect and polite, but knew the tricks well.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she reeled them in.
Greg had been six months tactical work.
She’d done a timely ditching of the secretary’s husband last month and after two long excruciating weeks of none-guild-husband-sex she’d finally landed him.
For two weeks now they’d been at it.
She had claimed that a “personal” charity project was keeping her away from meetings.. so while his wife was organising and being benevolent with her time and effort, working at meetings and taking evenings out to organise the fete which would take place the following weekend, Elizabeth was swinging from the chandeliers as they fucked like rabbits whenever poor Tricia was out of the house.

She smirked as she put her key in the lock.
That Saturday all the ladies would see the fruition of their handiwork and Elizabeth would be there with Joseph – the respectable couple as would Tricia and Greg.
MMmm she relished the challenge, wondering if they would manage a quickie during the event.

She frowned as she thought she heard her husband in the hall.
Was he coming to welcome her home?
Well all the better!
She knew she smelt of sex. That was the idea.
She wanted him to know what she’d been doing.

She remembered how after the shower they had taken together, she had dragged Greg to her once more and demanded that final penetration, talking dirty to him to arouse him once more as he retaliated calling her a slut and whore… the fuck was fast and furious, both delighting in the other's words, cumming together hard and loud.

She turned the key, opened the door, the lascivious smile still on her face…

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

Yes, she was right, talking over the phone was a bad idea - too impersonal, to distant, and too much like some kind of pervert. They had to meet, but when? I wanted it to be as soon as possible, to be closer to this woman who shared so much in common with me. Not for sex. I was still dedicated to my wife... even if she was not interested in me... but for company, for the security of knowing I was not alone.

"Tomorrow?" I asked nervously. "Can you get away during the day? We could meet for lunch somewhere... somewhere where we can talk but where its safe. I can afford any of the restaurants in town or there's Weyring Park. I don't know what you'd like: People or solitude..."

I heard the car pull up outside as I waited for an answer. I started inventing madly, working out what excuse to use if she saw me on the phone. Even I knew that was pathetic, but she knew the threat of divorce was the biggest threat in my life - almost as bad as pointing a gun at me. She would not divorce me over something like being on the phone without permission, but it would allow her to show her anger without response.

I waited desperately for a response to my lunch request, hoping I could hang up before she got through the door.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Maddie

"A restaraunt, definitely," she told him, still not sure she could trust him. Surround herself with strangers, for protection.

"Louisa's, on 86th and State, do you know it? I'll be there tomorrow at 12:30," she hung up before he could reply. If he truly had something for her, or she for him, he'd be there.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Warrington

Elizabeth opened the door.
She knew what to expect: the welcoming smell of coffee.
As ever she had arrived home on the dot of 4 pm.

Opening the door, Elizabeth stood in temporary shock.
She glared at her husband.

The hall was half cleaned.
The cleaning things were actually strewn about her hall!
There was no smell of coffee!

He just looked up at her.
He looked guilty as hell!

Elizabeth grabbed the receiver out of Joseph's hand.

"Hello? Hello.. who the hell is this?"

She demanded.
She was infuriated to find a dead line at the other end.

"What the hell has been going on?"

Her question was demanding and cold.
Elizabeth didn't lose her temper with Joseph.
She didn't need to.
She was in control.
Each word a chip of ice was a much more effective way of cutting him to the quick.
The hot fire of her anger would be a waste of effort.
If he could raise her to anger, it might seem as if she gave a damn!

She kicked the vacuum tools and dustpan out of the way.
They made a pleasing clatter.
She advanced on the pathetically cowering Joseph.

"I asked you a question.."

She said menacingly, her eyes drilling into his.

"What the hell have you been up to...?"

She hid a smile of satisfaction as she watched him squirm.

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

"I... I'm sorry. There were long lines at the grocers..."

I heard the tremor in my voice, and felt the other in my knees. It was pathetic. I was so afraid of her, and did not dare to defend myself. Pathetic. My eyes scanned the hall to see just how little I had left undone so far - the bannister, one of the bookcases, that was all. Oh, and the cleaning stuff hadn't been put away yet. That I was feeling so in the wrong because of so little not yet completed was... pathetic. Something snapped.

"Yes, there were long lines at the grocers. Sorry, I'll get your coffee now and then finish up here."

I strode into the kitchen, my breath shallow with fear as to how she would respond and shock that I'd actually spoken so strongly - albeit the words belied the tone. I grabbed the coffee and the grinder, preparing to make a fresh cup for her. That wasn't where my mind was though - it was on the woman I was going to meet tomorrow. What was her name? Would we be able to support each other and find comfort in one another's company?

Thankfully I could make a perfect cup of coffee on automatic these days, and Elizabeth was too wrapped up in her own anger to have noticed my mind hand't been on her. Rather, it looked like she was sure I was moving as quickly and quietly as possible to placate her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Warrington

"I... I'm sorry. There were long lines at the grocers..."

Elizabeth watched him stammer his pathetic excuse.
She looked at him.
She was not convinced.
The grocers was often busy and as yet he hadn't mentionned the phone call.

"Yes, there were long lines at the grocers. Sorry, I'll get your coffee now and then finish up here."

Elizabeth glared at him as he moved quickly down the hall.
She followed him and watched as he prepared coffee.

"And who was that on the phone then?"

She demanded softly.

"Joseph, who were you talking to?"

Her voice rose, slightly.

She eyed him, not completely happy that there had been a change in routine. He was usually so reliable.

Joseph continued with his coffee preparation, barely acknowledging her enquiry.

Quietly, dangerously, her temper began to build.

She sat at the breakfast bar and watched him, biding her time.
He set out a china cup and moved to pick up the coffee he had made.

As he walked towards her, carefully carrying the steaming pot, she moved her elbow, with slow deliberation and watched with detached amusement as the cup fell on the floor.

She smirked as she saw him jump at the sound as china shattered on stone tiles.

"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer."

Her voice was steely.

For mere seconds she held his gaze, then slipped of the stool.

"I'm going to have a bath. When you've cleared that mess up, you can bring my coffee up to me. You can tell me all about it then."

She stepped over the broken shards, accidentally stepping on the largest piece and grinding it into the floor with her heel.
She crossed the kitchen and turned to go upstairs.

"How tiresome,"

She thought to herself,

"A highly unsatisfactory home coming. She might as was well go and clean herself up."

 

[BadForm]

Joseph

I watched her walk out the door and felt my eyes narrow. God, how could I love such a bitch? Sometimes I just wanted to hurt her so bad, to make her know just how bad she hurt me inside. Maybe that was what she needed - someone to tame her and make her know what it felt like to be in my place. The trouble was, I did love her. I didn't think I could ever hurt her - no matter what. That prospect was almost worse than the potential loss of money from a divorce.

I gathered the dustpan and brush and carefully swept up the broken cup, depositing its remains in the trash and thinking how much like me that was. I sighed deeply as I just stared at the trashcan for a few seconds, then took another cup and filled it carefully, adding half-and-half until it was just the sweetness and complexion she liked. Finally, gathering a plate of her favorite meringues, I went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.

She called to me and I entered, instantly smelling the sex on her clothes, seemingly even stronger under the mask of fragrance from the soap. I wrinkled my nose in nausea before managing to stifle the look. Approaching the bath, I laid down the meringues and coffee on the bathside table.

"I'm sorry, beloved," I said with a sigh. "I didn't know what to tell you about the phone call. It was some idiot kid making a dirty call for a joke. He seemed pissed when I answered, demanding to know where my wife was. I didn't want to tell you because of the foul language he was using."

Well, I didn't know if she would believe it or not, but I had to admit - it was inventive.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Warrington

I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
Not quite the homecoming I'd planned, but, at least I'd made it clear that I expected no slacking or disobedience from that pathetic worm downstairs.

I stripped off my clothes leaving my underwear about the floor for him to find and gather up into the laundry basket and hung my rumpled suit on the back of the door.

Running a hot bath I carefully removed my makeup and sniffed appreciatively as the bubbles fluffed up luxuriously until the whole room was fillled in scented steam.

I sank into the bath and began to splash the water over myself. I arranged the bubbles artistically making sure that Joseph would get a good view of my milky white clevage as it disappeared beneath the foam and ensured a nipple was protruding subtly.

As expected, there was soon a timid knock on the door.

"Yes..?"

The door opened and in came Joseph carrying a try with my coffee and meringues on the side. I allowed myself a smile, thinking that he really was crawling to make it up to me.

He walked in the room, stepping over the underwear. I thought I sensed a distasteful wrinkling of his nose and busied myself with the loofah, satisfied that the evidence of my afternoon fucking had not gone unnoticed.

Not making any commment, as usual, he put the items down on the table by the bath and looked cautiously over at me.

"I'm sorry, beloved, I didn't know what to tell you about the phone call. It was some idiot kid making a dirty call for a joke. He seemed pissed when I answered, demanding to know where my wife was. I didn't want to tell you because of the foul language he was using."

I looked up at him.
The folorn look, the tired sigh, if he wasn't so pathetic I could almost feel sorry for him.
"A dirty phonecall ha?" I thought to myself.
No wonder he looked harrassed.
Sexually expression was not his forte.
He'd have been so shocked and disgusted.
I had to refocus on something less amusing that my husband's discomfit.

"Well, you could have told me like you just did. I jsut wanted to know who it was, not the details of the language used."

I managed to say petulantly.

I sat up making sure my breasts were exposed and reached over picking up the coffee.. I sipped and allowed an expression of approval to cross my face. He's picked up the plate of meringues so I reached out and took one. Taking a bite again showing my satisfaction and almost heard an audible sigh as he relaxed in relief.

He watched as I finished the meringue, refusing the offer of a further morsel - too delicious - and settled down to enjoy my coffee.. raising my leg provokatively and resting my foot on the tap. I knew his eyes were following my every move, my every expression.

"You haven't forgotten the carnival on Saturday."

My comment was more command than question.

"The guild members and their husbands will all be there. It's important that we're punctual and we look good."

I smiled in anticipation of the sexual tension that would be present and glanced over to where he was still sat, an inscrutable expression on his face.

"Joseph, don't just sit there. You've still got that hall to finish and clear and I want to have my bath in peace."

I fixed my eyes on him.

"I've had a ... hard... afternoon..."

I let myself speak pointedly, my voice holding the merest hint of innuendo. I knew how not to overplay my hand.

I turned and sunk back into the bath.
As expected, he got up to leave, having been dismissed.

Well, I didn't know if she would believe it or not, but I had to admit - it was inventive.