George Perry - The willing wife

"Back so soon?" the woman asked over her shoulder.

"I just had a cup of coffee," Jan answered. "I wasn't very hungry… and I thought I might be able to give you some help."

"Pa and I usually have this done by now… but he had to go out this morning," the woman said, thinking over Jan's offer. "I guess you could do this while I do the enemas."

Jan forced back a grin and kept from looking at the expressions on Tom and Al's faces, knowing they must be in agony. Instead, she listened attentively while the woman told her what to do. It really didn't amount to much, she told herself, but she played the part of taking it all seriously. The woman watched as Jan inspected the first boy's teeth, ears, asshole and cock. Satisfied that Jan could handle the job, the woman moved off toward one of the stalls, where she would administer her next operation an even less happy boys.

"Spread your cheeks," Jan said, mimicking the woman. The boy in front of her was about eighteen, she guessed, and he blushed from head to toe. "Good," she said, and he turned to face her again. She reached out her hand and took his limp cock between her thumb and forefinger, just as the woman had done. But before she could pull back the foreskin, the fleshy tube flexed, expanded and rose to a standing position, all stiff and throbbing.

She was about to give the boy her stamp of approval when she got another idea. Since the woman couldn't see her anyway, she decided to make a little game out of it. She slid her hand down the underside of the ballooning cock and cupped the hanging sac at the base.

"Hmmmm…" she said, weighing the package in her hand. "Fine," she added, releasing him with a big smile. "Next."

There was some commotion building in the line, she noted as the hoarse whispering got louder and she caught some shoving going on. The fact that the older boys all had erections now amused her. But she realized the boys were arguing in whispers and pushing one another.

"Hey!" one said, loud enough for her to hear. "Stop poking me with that thing!"

"Shhhh!" someone else scolded.

"He's poking me in the ass with his cock!" the first shot back angrily.

"Knock it off!" from another.

Jan shot a questioning glance in the direction of the old woman, saw she was too absorbed in her own task to notice the ruckus, and went back to her own game. It was fun making the shy, modest boys remain there before her, agonized by the delay and embarrassment.

She recognized the large, stiff cock before her now without having to see Tom's face. The skin on it was already stretched tight, but she took it in her fist anyway and pretended to pull back the foreskin. "Hmmmmmnm… you better go back and scrub some more," she said in the sternest voice she could manage without laughing. Then, using his large cock as a handle, she turned him in the direction of the showers, adding a slap on his ass as she released him. That brought snickers and muffled laughs from the others and infuriated Tom even more.

The next in line was Al, who Jan felt compelled to repay for the arrogant disregard he had shown her the day before. As he turned his back and bent, she drove her finger into his ass so fast it took his breath away. She popped the finger out just as quickly and saw the red eye blink furiously at the shock of it.

"Hmmmm…" she said, her hands moving all over his private parts as he turned to face her. "Hmmmm…" She fisted his erection, eyeing it with a questioning look on her face. "You'd better scrub it again also… wait! I'm not finished…" she said as he tried to rush away. Then she cupped his testicles with one hand, while holding his cock with the other. "Hmmm… strange… rather small, isn't it?"

That brought a howl from everyone within hearing range and Al suddenly felt his masculinity drain from his body. His once-proud cock turned into limp spaghetti in her hand and he wished he were dead.

"Scrub it good," Jan said, releasing him. "But not too hard… you need all you've got."

By now everyone was laughing and Jan was beginning to have second thoughts about the cruelty she had infficted upon him. The fun was gone from the task now and she completed the job in a businesslike manner. When Tom returned she sent him on without looking. She had finished the last of the inspections when Al appeared again, head lowered, dragging his feet with a great effort as he moved toward her.

"I was only kidding," she said, getting up from the stool and taking his face in her hands. "I was trying to get even for the way you treated me yesterday."

Without looking up, and sounding as though he were choking back tears, he asked, "Is it true… that I… you know… didn't even… get it in?"

"Who told you that?" she asked, forcing his face up and seeing tears well up in his eyes.

"Tom…" he mumbled.

"Did it feel good?" He nodded his head.

"Then what difference does it make? You were all hot and bothered… too anxious… and only interested in shooting your load anyway. Which you did. And it felt good. So why the long face?"

He shrugged his shoulders and Jan saw there wasn't much time to talk now. The old woman was finished and getting ready to leave.

"We can't talk now," Jan whispered. "I'll see you later… and don't pay any attention to what I said. It was only a joke… and you have everything you need to drive girls wild."

As he shuffled off, she realized the worst part of his punishment would be the taunting his friends would give him. And she hated herself for being so thoughtless.

"Pa's back," someone called from downstairs, and the air was suddenly charged with new excitement. She was anxious now to know if he had any news that would affect her.

"Spoke to your husband," he said as Jan and his wife met him in the kitchen. "He's worried about you and I think everything is going to turn out fine."

"What did he say?" Jan asked nervously.

"Well… I didn't let him say much… didn't want the call to be traced," he said in his usual dry, flat voice. "But he said he was worried… so I guess he'll do what he can to get the money. But don't you worry, nothing is going to happen to you no matter what happens."

"You didn't tell him that, did you?" Ma asked. "Of course not. Had to tell him he wouldn't see her again if he didn't get the money."

"Pa hates lying," his wife said to Jan. "That was the only fly-in-the-ointment, when we decided to do this. We didn't know if Pa could bring himself to tell your husband you're life was in danger, when it really wasn't."

"Only did it for the children, Ma," he injected with sadness in his voice. "As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather starve to death than do what we're doing."

"What happens now?" Jan asked.

"Well, we have to wait to see if he gets the money," the woman said. "Then make arrangements to pick it up if all goes well. May take a little time… but it's just a matter of waiting."

"But don't feel bad about having to stay here," Pa added. "You've got the run of the house. Or you can stay in your room if you want. We've troubled you enough already… I just hope you understand that we had to do it."

Jan told herself that somehow she felt as though she was on their side. Perhaps because she wanted to see the bank give up some of its precious money, she thought. And let Charles suffer a little.

After lunch, Jan found herself with nothing to do and started roaming listlessly through the house. The sun had finally burned off the fog and many of the kids had gone outside to play. As she passed the bathroom on the second floor she glanced hi, wishing the room were full of naked flesh again. But the room was empty now and she moved on, her own room the only place she could think of to go. When a young voice came from one of the bedrooms she was passing, she peeked in, thinking it was David. She realized she hadn't seen him all morning and wondered where he had been. But neither of the two boys in the bedroom turned out to be her admirer. At the next door she saw someone lying face down on the bed and was about to walk on when she realized it as Al.