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Jake stared at the offending cage as the overhead light reflected off the steel bars. His sphincter tightened and the knot in his stomach grew as the ramifications of what she was asking began to sink in. He began to shake his head and turned to face his wife. “You can’t do this,” he said, his voice riddled with panic and desperation.
Claire slowly finished chewing the last of Jake’s pizza and stacked her empty plate on top of his. “I’m not doing anything,” she replied dryly, “you’re the one who’s going to do something. I’m not forcing you to put that on, it’s totally your choice.” Picking up the dirty plates and silverware, she turned toward the kitchen sink as she spoke over her shoulder. “Just calm down and relax Jake, think through it logically, and remember, I said it didn’t have to be permanent.”
Setting the dirty dishes in the sink, Claire pulled a container from the cupboard for the leftover pizza. As she put the pizza in the container, Jake suddenly blurted out, “And what if I refuse”
“Jake,” Claire said patiently, “we’ve already covered that. If you can’t do plan B, then it’s back to plan A. Now tell me Honey, do you really want a divorce?”
Jake focused on a spot on the table as he stubbornly withheld his answer. Claire waited patiently for a moment before picking up the left over pizza and placing it in the fridge. Returning to the table she leaned in as Jake looked up. Carefully picking up the small lock on the end of the chain, she turned the key. The lock made a resounding click as it snapped open, making her husband flinch. Removing the key, Claire set the lock down slowly as Jake squirmed in his seat. “There Honey,” she said easily, “It’s ready if you are.”
“Can you just put that thing away,” Jake said irritably, “it don’t need to be setting there.”
“It can sit right there for now Jake,” Claire replied with an edge to her voice, “ after Sunday night it won’t be there anymore.” Moving back to the kitchen, Claire opened the fridge and asked, “You wanna beer?”
“Yeah,” Jake grumbled back.
Claire grabbed two beers along with coolers and headed to the back patio door. “C’mon Hun, it’s nice out, let’s sit outside for a while.” she offered.
Jake followed Claire out on the patio and sat down heavily on a chair. Taking one of the beers from her, he twisted off the top and tossed it on the table. He took a long pull before setting it down while Claire pulled out a chair and sat down close to him. Putting a bare foot on Jake’s chair between his open knees, she held her beer out to him. Jake angrily twisted off the top and tossed the cap on the table.
“I ain’t do’n this shit Claire,” Jake said mater of factly, a hint of belligerence in his voice.
Taking a short pull from her bottle, Claire let the coolness flow down her throat as she looked around the backyard. “Sounds like you made up your mind already, that simplifies things,” she replied coolly, as she slid the heel of her foot against Jake’s crotch. “Maybe we can move on to something else,” she added salaciously.
Jake wrapped a fist around the cold bottle and took another drink. She can’t be serious, he told himself, but the cold stark metal bars of the cage and the clicking of the lock undermined his decisiveness. Doubts crept in when he considered her dogged determination to see things through. When she felt she was right there was no changing her mind.
“How long you been plan’n this fiasco,” he grunted in disgust as his cock began to harden against her heel.
Claire sat quietly, arms resting on the sides of the chair, liking the feel of resistance pushing against the bottom of her foot. She studied his puzzled face for a moment as she leaned her head back against the headrest. She also noted how his eyes kept lingering on her tits, splayed open beneath the baggy T shirt. “You know Jake,” she replied slowly, an air of authority in her tone, “I don’t think I like the word planning. My only plan was to give you one more year and I was going to walk if nothing changed.”
Reaching for her bottle, Claire took a drink before continuing. “After a few months went by I realized I was being a fool. You weren’t going to change. I made up my mind that I was living my last days with you. But you know, as we got closer to our coming anniversary, a sense of finality set in. It bothered me. Basically we have a good marriage except for this broken promise and the load it puts on me. So Jake,’’ she sighed softly, “if there was a plan, as you put it, it started a couple of months ago. I had to make one desperate try to save our marriage and I decided the only possible way is with some tough love. I figured if you have some serious skin in the game you might have the motivation you need to get where you need to be.”
Jake squirmed in his chair, his cock straining against the thin fabric that separated him from her foot. “C’mon Claire,” he began to plead, “can’t we just do a re-set and Monday after I get off work I’ll start putting together a resume?”
“Sure, we can do that, but that means you’ve accepted the conditions of plan b,” Claire pointed out.
“Really Claire,” Jake grumbled, “you’re still thinking I’ll actually do that”
“Listen Jake,” Claire replied patiently, “I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean, how long is it going to take you to get on your feet? Six months? A year? What’s that stacked up against a lifetime? Do you really want to start over? How much sex do you think a guy gets when he barely can afford to pay attention? What woman is going to want to go out with a guy with no money?”
Massaging his bulging cock with her heel, she continued on matter of factly, “Every Saturday, weather permitting, you tee off at 10 am with your sorry foursome. You do your 18 holes then sit in the club house and get shit faced half the time. Then let’s look at all the times you take off and go fishing with your friends and come home with a snoot full. Have you ever thought about what I’m doing? I’m usually working Jake.”
Claire took a long pull on her beer as she let her words hang in the air. “Now tomorrow morning,” she went on, “after breakfast is over and before dishes are done, you’ll be heading to the golf course. I, on the other hand will be spending about four hours in our home office prepping for meetings next week. Along with that, I have a couple loads of laundry to do, also grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks, and have supper ready for you when you get home. Now tell me Jake, am I asking too much of you?”
Draining the last of his beer, Jake looked away obstinately. Letting his eyes roam the backyard, desperately searching his mind for something, anything, to refute her point. But deep down, he knew she was right. She had never pushed him to do anything extra and he had over time became comfortable. It just seemed to him that she was a workaholic type that thrived on staying busy, so he stayed out of her way.
“Why do I feel like this is some kind of set-up,” Jake asked sullenly?
“You sure that’s not guilt Jake,” she quickly queried?
Silence hung in the air except for the sound of a lone mosquito buzzing around them. Claire made a few feeble swats at it before glancing at the kitchen door. She foot massaged Jake’s straining cock for a moment before pulling her foot down. “I’m going in the house before I get bit up out here, com’n?”
Claire picked up their empty bottles and headed for the kitchen as she heard Jake coming behind her. Inside, she quickly set the bottles down on the kitchen table and bent over, twerking her firm round bottom in Jake’s crotch. “You gonna give me that poke’n you promised or not,” she taunted him sassily?
In an instant, Jake roughly hooked his thumbs in Claire’s sweats and panties, yanking them down to her knees. His raging boner was out in seconds and jammed in her wet slit. His thrust was angry and without mercy, sending her hanging tits swinging in her loose shirt. Claire braced against the table as calloused hands clenched her hips and the sound of wet sex reverberated around the quiet kitchen. Her ponytail swung wildly as the onslaught intensified, making the empty beer bottles tip over and crash on the floor.
With her head down, her eyes locked onto the cage as it rocked back and forth on the soft manilla envelope. Each pounding stroke rocked the cage more and more as it brought Claire closer to the brink of her orgasm. Through parted teeth her breath came in raged puffs as her loins began to tremble. And then it happened, the cage rocked to the edge of its center of gravity, where it began to teeter and finally fell, clattering on the table as Claire began to squirt uncontrollably into her sweats.