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  Very happy to be back home after his long trip, the Reverend opened the front door and immediately called out for Laura, hoping she had waited up for him on his return.

  “Honey, I’m home!”

  “I’m up here, Roger,” Laura called back down, stashing her diary away in her hiding place.

  Roger dropped his suitcase and made his way up the staircase to their bedroom, groaning at the stiffness in his knees from the long plane ride from the East Coast. He walked into his bedroom and Laura stood up to greet him, in her alluring lingerie.

  “Welcome home, Roger,” Laura said in a seductive, breathy voice, giving him a warm embrace and tender kiss on the cheek.

  “Well don’t you look pretty, my little turtledove. Did you buy some pretty new clothes while I was away?”

  “No, I bought this lingerie three years ago to wear on our wedding night, but you never gave me the chance to wear it, you were so eager, as I remember. I thought I’d surprise you with it when you came home.”

  “Well, you look very lovely, Laura.”

  Roger sat down on the edge of his bed, as was his custom after a long day, took his shoes and socks off and rubbed his painful arches. Laura sat back down at her vanity table and brushed her hair as her husband chatted pleasantly to her.

  “What a trip, I’m so glad to be home. The plane was delayed, and then we sat on the runway at La Guardia for forty five minutes, no one telling us what exactly was causing the delay. I’ll tell you, it almost made me want to swallow my tongue, I was so frustrated. All I could think about after a week of sleeping on lumpy beds in hotel rooms was getting home to my nice comfortable bed and putting my favorite pillow under my head and taking a long snooze.”

  Roger changed out of his frumpy wrinkled suit and into his faded, cotton pajamas, went to the bathroom to relieve himself, came back out and grabbed a couple of religious periodicals and his notebook where he kept his notes on the 4th installment of his “Lessons” series, which he was in the midst of outlining. He propped up the pillows on the bed, made himself comfortable, then placed the notebook on his lap and took notes on something he read in the margin.

  “So, how was your week, Laura?” he asked in a friendly voice, without looking at her.

  Laura put down her hair brush, stood up calmly, walked over to the bed and violently slapped the notebook out of his arms, bruising the back of her hand. She picked up the magazines, tearing them away from his grasp and threw them across the room.

  “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! I’M YOUR WIFE, ROGER! LOOK AT ME!” she shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

  “What’s the meaning of this? After a long hard trip, this is the way my wife greets me?” Roger shouted back, shocked at his wife’s behavior.

  “Get up, Roger. Get out of bed. Get up.”

  “Why? I’ve just made myself comfortable. Why are you...?”

  “GET OUT OF BED!” Laura shouted as loud as before.

  Roger was startled. He’d never seen his wife behave this way in the three years of their marriage. He stood up out of bed.

  “What’s wrong with you tonight? Why are you shouting at me?”

  Laura opened her robe, revealing her sexy lingerie to her husband. He stared at her, unmoving.

  “Touch me. I have a young pretty body. I’m your wife. Touch me!”

  “Laura…”

  Laura walked across the bedroom and physically placed one of Roger’s hands on her breasts, squeezing his fingers tightly around her areole and held it there. She placed his other hand directly over her panties.

  “Feel my breast. Feel me. Touch me with your fingers. I’m wet for you. I’ve waited for you all week. You were gone for a whole week and all I got was a rushed one minute message from you between your appointments and you come home and you don’t touch me, you don’t kiss me, you don’t even look at me. I’ve cooked for you and cleaned for you day after day after day and you don’t even appreciate me. I missed you and thought about you all week. Perhaps you don’t feel the same about me anymore. Is that it? Are you not sexually attracted to me anymore, Roger?”

  “That’s not true, Laura. I do appreciate you. I missed you too! I’m very attracted to you! And I love you more than ever!”

  “I’m your wife, Roger. We were going to make love tonight. I’ve been lonely for you. I’ve waited for you to come home all week to make love to me. What do you want me to do? Why are you so cruel to me? Why don’t you love me? I know I am the prettiest wife in the entire church.”

  “You are, Laura!”

  “I’m the only wife that watches her figure. I’m sure you didn’t notice but I’ve even lost weight since you’ve been gone, not eating, trying to stay in shape for you, jogging every day as hard as I can, so you’ll think I’m pretty. Why don’t you want to touch me, Roger?”

  Roger stared at his wife, speechless. Laura took the belt out from the loops of Roger’s trousers he had dropped on the floor and held it out to him.

  “If you don’t want to touch me, then take this belt and whip me with it! Go ahead, if that’s what you want to do. If you don’t want to touch me, then please whip me. Go ahead, don’t hold back. I want to be whipped by you, Roger, as hard as you want. Take the belt. Take it! It would be my pleasure to be whipped by you, My Lord. ”

  “What? What are you saying, Laura?” Roger said, his eyes wide with shock.

  “Tie me to the bed and whip me if you’d like. I am your submissive wife. You don’t realize. You can do anything to me that you want, and I have to submit to you. I only want to please you. Why don’t you want to have a baby with me? I would make a good mother. Aren’t you attracted to me? Don’t you love me anymore? All I wanted you to do was touch me when you got home. Why don’t you ever want to touch me anymore? If you don’t want to touch me, then whip me with the belt, Roger! I mean it! I want it from you! Do it! Whip me! Whip me!”

  “Why in Heaven’s Name do you want me to hit you with the belt? What has gotten into you, Laura? What happened while I was gone?”

  Laura threw down the belt, collapsed back into her chair after her outburst, put her head down on her vanity table and sobbed. Roger slowly picked up the torn periodicals and his notebook and placed them neatly on his writing table. He stood with his back to her and listened to her sobbing. Finally, he walked over to the edge of the bed and spoke.

  “You’re right… about everything. I’ve been a bad husband. I’ve neglected you. But I do love you, Laura… more than God Himself… I am ashamed, that’s all. Something happened on my trip. On the first night I was away. In the hotel room. I am deeply ashamed to admit it… I was unfaithful to you…”

  “What?”

  “I… masturbated… thinking of you. I missed you and I longed to have you near me and I rubbed myself until I… Please don’t think badly of me. I have asked Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for forgiveness and in His Everlasting Love and Mercy, He has forgiven me. I only hope that you can find it in your heart one day do the same.”

  Roger stared at his swollen feet, ready to bear with humility the condemnations of his wife. Laura stopped crying, stood up and did something totally unexpected. She walked over to Roger and embraced him with tenderness.

  “Oh, that’s nothing, Roger. Don’t worry about it. Men do it all the time. It’s perfectly natural. I’m not upset about it at all.”

  Roger took a deep breath out of relief.

  “Laura, you’re not mad at me? You’re such an angel. I thought you’d be so upset. I wasted my seed upon the bed sheets. That’s why I was distant to you. I was embarrassed that we had to wait until your next cycle now that I’ve...”

  “Maybe if you let me, Roger, I can find out if there might be something left inside you can share with me.”

  Laura sat her husband down on the bed and kneeled in front of him.

  “I am your obedient wife. I’m here to serve you and you alone, My Lord.”

  Laura pulled on the elastic strap of Roger’s pajamas and brie
fs and slipped them over his wide hips.

  “Laura, what are you doing?”

  “I’m doing my duty to you, My Lord, as your loyal and submissive wife. Let me pleasure you with my mouth, Sire.”

  “But, Laura, I haven’t showered since yesterday, I may be unclean, I...”

  “I don’t care.”

  Laura closed her eyes and licked the flaccid, hairy shaft of Roger. At first, he was unresponsive, but she used the saliva from her mouth to lubricate him. She tugged on his withered shaft with her palm and licked the wrinkled, hairy underside of his testicles, suckling them into her mouth, until Roger’s penis came to life. She licked up to his head and sucked on it hard with her lips, feeling him growing in her mouth. She came up for air, whispering little seductive words.

  “You’re so cruel to me… You taste so good… I’m so wet for you…”

  When he was hard enough to penetrate her, she lay down in the missionary position and, guiding his penis into her wet open lips helped him to mount her. Roger thrust himself into his wife harder than he had ever done before. He was amazed that he was able to last longer than ever. He even felt a droplet of sweat on his brow as he pushed himself into her. Laura had a half smile on her lips and whispered in his ear.

  “Oh, Roger, you’re such a good lover.”

  Soon, his heart was racing as never before and he released himself inside her, calling out her name. He lay down next to her, breathing deeply. She cuddled up next to him and he soon fell asleep. Laura lay next to her husband, thinking of Roger, Stephen and Phillipe, touching herself, until she too fell into a restful sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Sunday

  Roger woke up Sunday morning as if he never been away, completely refreshed, exceedingly happy and ready for the day. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so exuberant. He remembered how his beautiful wife had dressed up in pretty lingerie and had aroused him in bed and how he made love to her in a virile fashion.

  She was so warm and loving to me.

  To show his appreciation, Roger made his wife breakfast in bed. Even though the little sparrow took but a nibble of the pancake, he didn’t mind. When she put on her jogging clothes, he asked to come along too, saying how he wanted to get rid of “his spare tire”. He jogged a little and walked beside his wife, huffing and puffing after only a few blocks. The fact that he was trying to exercise with her, despite how out of shape he was, was endearing to his wife. Usually he was so preoccupied with his sermon, he completely ignored Laura on Sunday mornings.

  Maybe there’s hope for us after all.

  Roger kept remembering what happened at night, how he was able to make love to his wife so passionately, even though he had spilled his seed on the hotel sheets five days ago. He was never able to have an orgasm twice in the same week before. Therefore, he had never felt able to truly satisfy his young wife in bed. But last night was different.

  She said I was a great lover.

  Those few words made Roger happier than anything he ever accomplished, including the publication of his best-selling Christian books. He felt more like a man, taking her in bed and thrusting himself into her so deeply. Roger liked the feeling.

  Perhaps I even made her pregnant…

  He took a hot shower, shaved and dressed while his wife stretched out the lean muscles of her calves and inner thighs. He slapped on some cologne, put on his minister’s suit and tie, he came out of the bathroom, and spoke to his wife.

  “The bathroom’s free now.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I had an idea. Why don’t we drive to church together? I can wait for you while you get ready, darling.”

  “But you have meetings for hours after the service is over.”

  “I thought maybe you could take a walk, have a coffee at the shop around the corner. I could try to wrap things up early, maybe in two, two and a half hours. Afterwards, we could go shopping. I changed my mind about those black shoes you wanted me to buy. We could even go out to dinner if you’d like.”

  “That’s nice, Roger, but I’d feel more comfortable waiting for you at home. I think I’ll just go home and take a nap. You really split me in two last night. I’m sore down there.”

  Her words caused the Reverend to smile and blush.

  “I’ll see you after the service, darling.”

  Laura gave her husband a wifely peck on the cheek and went into the shower.

  Roger gave an animated and enthusiastic sermon, using his booming voice through the microphone to rouse the faith of his parishioners. The title of his homily was “Taking the Leap of Faith” and he delivered his words with sincerity and authority, even making his trademark little jokes sprinkled throughout to keep the sermon entertaining. Afterwards, Laura stood hand in hand with Roger and met the congregation, smiling and embracing each person, young and old, leaving everyone who attended with uplifted spirits.

  Stephen had arrived late at the church and sat in the back pew. The Reverend seemed very ebullient during the sermon.

  He doesn’t know. She didn’t tell him. It’s just as well.

  It seemed Laura had not noticed he was there. When the service was over, Stephen slipped into the middle of the large crowd and watched Laura interact with her husband at the entrance of the church. She was once again dressed in her cardigan sweater and skirt. They seemed closer than ever, holding hands, the picture of marital bliss, sharing their bright warm smiles and greeting everyone by their first names, chatting. Every few minutes the Reverend would throw his head back at a joke and laugh in an exaggerated fashion, his chortles resounding through the sanctuary and Laura would shake her head good-naturedly at her husband’s wit or lack thereof. Stephen watched Laura talk with a group of ladies, each one moving their wrists and touching each other on the back of their hands.

  She seems happy.

  Stephen thought that her time with him was perhaps just an exploration into the darker side of life, and now she can truly appreciate the safety and comfort her regular life can offer her.

  I’ll never see her again…

  Without anyone noticing, Stephen slipped out the back exit of the church.

  Back at the cottage in the woods, Laura puttered about the house, made some tea and toast for lunch, fed the grateful singing birds in her yard, picked up a romance novel and cuddled up in a comfy chair in the living room to wait for her husband’s return. She tried to focus on the story, but after a few sentences, thoughts of Stephen and Phillipe returned to her mind. She wanted to put all her sexual adventures behind her and recommit to her marriage.

  That part of my life is over now.

  She reread the passage describing how the rakish Viscount arched an eyebrow when he first saw the virginal young duchess enter the ballroom, but then gave up and put the book down. She tried to write in her diary, but nothing came out. Finally, she scribbled out a few lines about the church service and how happy she and her husband were. She felt like violently scratching out the lines so hard it would rip the page with the sharp tip of her pencil, but instead, calmly put her diary back in its hiding place.

  Laura went to her bedroom and sat at her vanity table to brush out her hair. In the reflection of the mirror she noticed her imitation leather clutch purse sitting on the table next to her bed. She thought of the piece of paper folded over some kind of square card that Williamson had slipped into her hand the night after her performance. She walked over to her purse, grabbed the note and threw it in the small trash receptacle under her vanity table. She went back to brushing her hair, but the memory of how Phillipe had taken her so roughly from behind in the back of his limo kept flashing through her mind. She dropped the brush and put her hand over her face and rubbed her temple, as if that could somehow erase the memories. Finally, Laura kicked over the trash can with her toe, knocking out the note onto the carpet. She unfolded it and found what looked like a hotel key card inside. She read the note. Then she knew.

  I will never be free of him.

  “If I
no longer can have you as my sub, then I will make you my lover. Meet me at the Marina Del Rey Ritz Carleton Hotel this Sunday after 2PM. Suite 925. Email me at [email protected] to confirm. W.”

  Laura stopped breathing for a moment, then took air inside her lungs in shallow breaths. She tore the note up in little pieces and put the card back in her purse. She took her cigarettes and lighter out of their hiding place, went into the bathroom, cracked a window and took a long drag, careful to blow the smoke out of the window. Laura walked over to Roger’s desk, turned on the computer and sent an email.

  “I will meet you at the hotel bar at 2:15. I charge $1000 dollars an hour. Laura.”

  Laura then deleted the sent email. She took off her church clothes and put on the transparent white stockings she had made love to Roger in last night. She attached the stockings to the strap on her frilly white garter belt and then fastened the belt to the back. She put on her white loose camisole with the sheer bust, her white silk robe and her high heels. She loosely tied the lash around her robe, not really caring whether the knot held. She painted her lips dark red, making them look much fuller and more enticing. She drew a thick dark line under each eye and brushed on a light purple eye shadow above. She applied a little rouge to her pale wan cheeks and accentuated her eye lashes. She walked out of the house, got in her car and drove to Marina Del Rey, which was only twenty minutes up the Pacific Coast Highway. She saw a gas station on the way, stopped and went inside. The cashier’s jaw fell open when he saw Laura approach. Her robe had opened as she walked in, and he could see both breasts clearly, as well as the open flower of her sex through the sheer material of her G-string.

  “Pack of Benson and Hedges,” Laura said, putting a ten dollar bill on the table.