Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

He found out a week later as he and George and two other guys from work shared drinks at lunch.

"What's your secret?" Ken bluntly asked him.

"Secret about what?" George responded.

"Your wife. Why's she so… so… you know, devoted to you?" Ken asked.

George's eyes twinkled. "I know why you're asking. She told me about your play at the party. She tells me everything like that."

Ken was embarrassed. "She does? See? That's another sign of devotion! Come on, what's the blackmail you have on her?"

George laughed. "No blackmail, nothing like that. It's just that I know how to handle problems when they come up."

"What do you mean by that?"

George's face went serious. "Things weren't always great with us. Two years ago my wife was sleeping with just as many different guys as your wives are. She was fucking any big stud with enough cock for two of us. I didn't know what to do. I was in a hell of a state. I didn't want to divorce her, I wasn't too hot to play around myself, shit, we have kids and a house, too much to lose."

"So? What did you do?" Ken asked. He was now very interested, so were the other guys.

"My cousin told me about this doctor he sent his wife to when she started screwing around on him. It sounded crazy, a doctor to treat cheating. But my cousin swore by him and his wife was a model woman, she licked the ground where he walked. So I figured I had nothing to lose."

"What's this doctor do? Brain surgery?" asked Ken.

George shook his head. "No, nothing like that. He's a psychiatrist, a shrink. He treats cheating just like any other mental problem… gets amazing results too. I can vouch for that."

"But what does he do?" Ken persisted.

"Damned if I know. I think they call it dynamic therapy. My wife doesn't like to talk about it but she came through it a changed, happier woman and that's what counts. Results, that's what I paid for and that's what I got," said George.

The conversation with George stayed with Ken for several months. Long, agonizing months while he came to suspect Darlene of cheating on him. Then the awful realization that it was true when the men from the private investigator's office confirmed it with an 8 X 10 glossy photograph.

Ken's first reaction was to find this punk Chuck and kill him. The death penalty stopped that idea. Next he considered attacking Darlene, divorcing her, throwing her out on her ear with nothing. The kids stopped that idea. They needed a mother. Most of all, Ken needed her as his wife, his faithful wife to watch the house, wash the dishes, cook and clean up after him and the kids.

He asked the name of the doctor from George and got it. Dr. August. After calling the phone number and being interviewed he was invited to make a personal visit to discuss the problem in private. He did that. Then he learned about all the necessary secrecy for this controversial project, the need to protect the doctor.

And the fee. Two grand. Half in advance, half when she entered treatment. And all the references as to how thorough the whole thing would be. No chance for error, satisfaction guaranteed everywhere but in writing. Promises not to take revenge on the lover or to ever confront the wife with any mention of Dr. August, the institute, or her former indiscretions.

It was all acceptable, even the fee. Ken was willing to try any reliable means to stabilize his marriage… this looked like a golden path if he was to judge by George's wife and what George had to say about his cousin's wife.

When Ken pulled into the driveway of his suburban home he felt much better. Many men were content to let their wives run around like so many horny rabbits, but not him. He was taking action, doing something to prevent the eventual disaster and divorce which was sure to come.

He went inside. The babysitter, Betty, the young girl from next door, was feeding the children. She was a dependable kid, only fifteen but responsible. She'd take good care of the children while Darlene was away.

After greeting the children and assuring them their mommy would be home in a week Ken went to his den. He dialed a number on the phone. A female answered.

"Valerie?" Ken asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"This is Ken Williams."

"Oh? Hi, Ken. How are you?" Her voice seemed to pick up after he said it was him. Ken liked that.

"I'm fine… a little lonely is all. Thought I'd call up and see how you were."

"Lonely? Why?" she asked.

"Well, my wife took off on me. Ran home to her mother and left me all alone," he lied.

"Anything serious?" she asked.

"Only my loneliness and need for friendly company," he replied. "Doing anything tonight?"

Valerie was George's secretary at work and an absolute seventh wonder of the world. Tall, thin, tits like gas balloons and an ass like two beach balls filled with water. Every time Ken saw her wiggling through the office he could feel the tip of his cock snap like a barking dog. He got into some heavy flirting with her at the Christmas party and had his hands cupped around one bare tit when they were interrupted. Now was the perfect opportunity to take up where they had so rudely left off.

"I was just going to do my nails and hair while watching television," Valerie coyly answered.

"Oh? Why not invite me to join you? I love television and the smell of fingernail polish."

"What about my hair?"

"I'll treat you to a session at the beauty parlor tomorrow, I don't like wet hair."

She giggled. He knew he was in. "Okay. But not too late now… Remember, I have to work in the morning."

"I'll be there at eight o'clock and out by ten thirty."

"Oooooooh" she giggled. "Sounds wonderful."

He showered, shaved, sprayed his armpits and dressed in his flashiest sport shirt. This was going to be a night to remember. When he got downstairs Betty had the kids fed, dishes done and was reading them a story.

"Betty, I have a business meeting tonight, do you mind staying with the kids until about eleven?"

Betty smiled her shy, twinkling, full-cheeked smile and answered, "No, Mr. Williams. I brought my homework with me, I'll just do it here."

"Good girl, I'll see you get a bonus."

She giggled, her smooth cheeks flushed with pink. "You haven't had dinner though, have you?" she asked.

He hadn't. Food was the furthest thing from his mind. "I'll get something to chew on at the meeting, I'm sure," he answered.

"Okay. There's some left-over meat loaf in the oven if you're hungry when you get home," she added. "I'll put the kids to bed at eight and tuck them in for you."

"You're a good girl, Betty. I hope my daughter grows up to be as dependable as you are," he said as he grabbed his coat from the hall closet.

"I hope everything works out all right," she said.

"What do you mean?' he asked.

"At the business meeting, I hope you're successful."

"Oh, I'm not worried. I'll go in there and get everything I'm after," he said.

She watched at the door as he climbed into the car and started the engine. Then she waved along with the children as he backed down the driveway and steered onto the street. The door closed and he drove cautiously down the block until reaching the stop sign.

He looked right, then left, then stepped down on the gas pedal until it flattened against the floor. The car lurched forward with a screech of tires and he kept on the gas until he hit fifty miles per hour. His eyes held visions of Valerie's big, pink tits with bright red, gigantic nipples. Her undulating ass danced in his head. He had a hard-on that was making his crotch and thighs ache.

Darlene's eyes slowly opened, her hand came up to push the long hair from her face. She had been sleeping, a long, comfortable rest. She stretched, then remembered where she was… the room, the mysterious room. But now it was dark, pitch black, she could see nothing.