Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

"Did he have big balls?"

Kim was blushing furiously. She giggled nervously. "Enormous."

Sue leaned forward, her cheeks hot, her eyes wide. "Tell me more. Stroke for stroke."

"Oh God!" Kim groaned. "Sue, you're such a pervert!"

"Tell me," Sue cajoled.

Kim hesitated, wanting to tell, but ashamed. "He put his

finger in me back there. In-in my pooper."

Sue guffawed. "Pooper! Baby, it's called an asshole."

"In my asshole," Kim said, pleased with the ease with which the word came from her lips. She had never said that before.

"What else?"

Kim hesitated for a long time. "He came. Inside me. Put his sperm into me."

Sue closed her eyes. "Mmmm. You're living some kinda life, Kimmy-loo."

"There's something else, too," Kim said. "And it has nothing to do with sex. They're dealing in cocaine."

Sue stopped. "Are you kidding?"

"Why would I kid you about that?"

"How do you know? Did they tell you?"

"I heard them talking about it."

Sue shrugged. "Well, what else is new? I know lots of coke dealers. They've got the bread. And they don't mind giving a girl a taste of the spoils. Don't worry about that, just stay away from their business. All you care about is a little bit of fucking and little bit of money."

"But," Kim questioned, "doesn't that make me something of a whore?"

"Babydoll, fucking is for fun and a gift is a gift."

Kim shook her head. "This just isn't my kind of thing," she

complained.

"It is until Curt finds a better job. Remember, if you hadn't tried to be smart yesterday, you wouldn't be in this mess. And don't expect Curt to be understanding about it because he won't. All you can do is hope he won't be there much longer."

Kim nodded woodenly, holding up her hands with fingers crossed. "I'm going to hope and pray that he can find a job somewhere else, in another state. That he hates it so much here he'll go out and get something better."

Just then, Curt came in the front door, his face beaming with a smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. "Guess what, darling. Something's broken for us. I think I might be going to work for Manson and Harvey for a long time."

Kim sat on the toilet with the bathroom door locked counting the contents of the envelope. It came to a thousand dollars! She couldn't believe it! She had never seen so much money all at once in her life. In one afternoon she had been given as much money as Curt made in a month. It seemed obscene that anyone could make such money just making love. Curt had never paid her anything. And her mouth twisted into a wry little smile at that thought.

Kim replaced the money very carefully in her purse so that Curt would not chance upon it. She pulled a good length of paper from the toilet roll and wiped herself carefully, flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower. She washed herself very thoroughly and washed her hair so that when Curt was close to her, he would not smell the other men on her. She scrubbed her skin especially hard to remove any visible evidence, Bernard's fingerprints on her buttocks, or fat Henry Manson's lip-prints on her breasts. Curt was in bed, wide awake and smiling, waiting for her and Kim wanted it to be good. In spite of the day's activities, she was already wet between the legs at the thought of having Curt make love to her again.

It was daring of her, but she walked totally naked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, her body revealed in all its centerfold-quality beauty. Curt smiled, his cock growing under the sheets, visibly rising. Kim's knees began to shake at the thought of his beloved cock and her hand went directly to it when she slipped under the covers. Curt gasped with wonder for she had never touched his penis before without his urging. She stroked it up and down in a rather sophisticated way, he thought, and when she moved her head down and took it in her mouth, something he had never been able to persuade her to do before, Curt gave a cry of joy. Her mouth covered most of it and she slid her soft, full lips up and down adoringly. Before long he was close to his orgasm and gave a wild thrust into her mouth so that it went into her throat and she gagged. Kim left it and moved up to kiss his lips.

"I'm not very good at it yet, my darling," she whispered, pulling him over on top of her with an insistence he had never experienced in her. He moved between her legs, searching for the gates of pleasure with his virile cock.

"Fuck me, my darling," she rasped. "Fuck me hard." And her voice rose in a wail of ecstasy as the penis she loved found the depths of her cunt.

"You're getting looser," he commented as he felt the caress of her pussy.

Kim knew that she had not yet returned to her normal tightness after the stretching she had received today, but when he began to fuck in and out all thoughts of anything or anyone other than Curt, her eternal love, her husband, her life, were driven out of her mind.

Curt left early, before Kim awoke. She felt all aglow, full of love, as if life were hers forever. Curt had done it, given her emotional as well as physical fulfilment as no one else possibly could. He was all she needed, poor or rich, moody or loving, he was her everything. It was then that the phone rang.

She was there by the sixth ring, wearing nothing but her slippers. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "Curt Stevens residence."

"Hello, Mrs. Stevens. This is Ike Harvey."

Kim said nothing, afraid her feelings would show in her

voice.

Ike gave a good natured chuckle. "How's my special public relations girl this morning?"

"All right, I guess, but I've got to go to the doctor today. I-I can't come to the office."

"Oh?" He paused ominously, but his voice never lost its jovial tone. "That's too bad. I had something I wanted to show you. You simply must see it."

"Well, can't it wait? Please?" Kim begged. "I've got to get to the doctor so he can put me on the pill. So I don't get pregnant. I won't be safe for a month, so."

"I understand, my dear. Do you have a video tape machine? You've got to see this right away. I'll send it over by messenger."

"Okay, Ike, that's fine, but I've got to leave in a half-hour," she lied.

"Don't worry. It'll be there before that." And Ike hung up without another word.

Something made Kim apprehensive about his attitude, the way his voice hadn't changed when she told him she had to have a month's hiatus. But he must understand her need to see a doctor. And she surely didn't want to make love to any more men, not now that Curt was all right and their relationship was on the upswing. Surely Ike must understand that she had to be careful and that she still considered herself a married woman, in spite of her indiscretions.

Kim phoned her gynecologist and made an appointment, then set about straightening up the house. A short time later there was a knock on the door. Kim answered it and a delivery boy gave her a large envelope. He was just a short lad a bit younger than Kim herself. He smiled and turned away immediately, going down the stairs and leaving her to open it alone. It turned out to be a simple, unlabeled VHS tape with a note which read:

This is your copy. You really should see it right away. Please be at 812 Silver Towers apartments at five this afternoon.

Ike

Kim could only wonder what it was on the tape, and why it was so important to see "right away." But she didn't stop to question. She picked up the phone and dialled Sue.

Sue picked it up on the third ring.

"Hi, Kimmy-loo," Sue said cheerfully.

"How did you know it was me?"

"It's usually you that calls during the day. What's up?"

"Can I use your video machine? I've got a tape here I'm supposed to see."

"Sure, baby. Come right over."