Description: Some tribal societies of various regions of the world have traditions of a “village” or “communal” wife: a woman or women who have become married to the entire village, and as such serve in various capacities. One type consists of a female who resides as her own class, inhibited from work or the restrictions of a normal member of society except in the sole duty of sexual availability at all times. The following tale is from a future era where such concepts have returned again in a more developed society….

“It’s always good to have new blood,” one of the wives drawled as she lay on the floor. She stretched, pointing her ample tits up into the evening air, like a satisfied cat. The breeze from the open sliding doors to the patio cooled the sweat from her taut skin. The new girl sat on the futon with a dazed expression on her face, still glazed from several loads, in honor of her initiation.

The men had finished their duties and left quickly to get back home in time for their dinners. Gabby, a tall and sinewy brunette, was helping some others clean up the detritus of the party. She poked the reclining woman with her toe, “Becky, time to get up and help us, you lazy slut. There are a lot of sheets to launder for tomorrow and we have to pitch in once in a while. Hey, new girl, go take a shower, you’re a mess.”

Blinking her reddened eyes, the new girl tried to wipe the cum on her face merely to smear it further across her cheeks, “Is it always like this?”

“Holidays and special occasions, only. Some of the slackers in between jobs might loiter around a bit but we have ways of shooing them off. Everyone else is too busy to do this all the time,” Gabby told the girl as she took a wet towel and helped clean the glistening strands of spunk from her face.

Another girl, Yumi, took the new girl to the bath, where they showered together in the stall. While lathering her up, Yumi admired the petite woman’s body, “Not a bad rack you got there. I’m jealous. And you saddled up like a champ. Woo hoo!” She rubbed extra hard with the soap sponge onto the new girl’s sore genitals.

Cassie pushed Yumi’s hand away, “I can do it myself.” She tried to remember how she had ended up married to this tiny township in the middle of nowhere. The last few days were a blur, and the mock wedding had been a ridiculous affair at the small church down the street. They’d ceremonially burned all of her clothes in a bonfire, as libations had been poured for all in the crowd of cheering townsfolk. The consummation had commenced after a small speech by the mayor and town leadership who then took turns deflowering her on a raised dais behind the big central tree of the town circle where there was a fountain and tiny park with statues of the town’s long forgotten founders.

The party had gone on for almost two days as she was given little rest in the communal house the wives shared on the outskirts of the township. It was a modest two story affair with a long porch and even a hot tub in the back, but otherwise nothing unique. The rooms were occupied by a half-dozen village wives who shared bed spaces except for the senior wife, the curly haired blonde who had been lounging earlier. She had the master bedroom all to herself.

Miz Becker, as she liked to be called, patted Cassie’s damp hair as she dried off, “Get some rest, newb. You’re going to need it since all the menfolk around the county will want a taste. We have an appointment calendar setup so it doesn’t get too heavy.”

“I think I need a week off after all that,” Cassie whined.

“Now now, every wife must do her duty, in turn we get free room and board, and sometimes nice gifts,” Becky flaunted her pearl necklace and the gold chain that looped through her pierced nipples.

Cassie wasn’t sure if she could handle it at first, the unlocked doors and the loss of her possessions. As a bordello with no register, the gates were open 24/7 for the menfolk who wandered in at all hours, though usually after work or a night of drinking. That Friday, still groggy from lack of sleep, Cassie had barely acknowledged the boozy townsman as he thrust into her. She’d finally closed her eyes for a few winks when he had crawled on top of her while she was lying on her half of the mat in the common room where the three newer girls shared a spot. Yawning, she pushed him off after he dribbled onto her inner thigh. One of the other girls drowsily crept over and cleaned him off with her mouth. Surprisingly, the man managed to get it up again so the other woman took his engorged phallus down her throat, then mounted him cowgirl style.

Cassie leaned on her elbow, trying to stay awake, “Thanks, Fia, I owe you one.”

“Go back to sleep, I’ll finish,” the redhead leaned forward, thrusting her hips up and down on the man’s prick. He was awake enough to grin and grab her supple hips.

Cassie half dreamed the night of her consummation when she had been riding a councilor’s cock in similar fashion, waving her fists to the cheers of the crowd watching. She rubbed herself recalling the moment she’d then rode two cocks at once for the first time in her life. Her asshole still hurt, since she hadn’t been quite ready but the recollection got her horny enough to wake up and eye one of the other men as he was pumping her other roommate, Yumi. She sat on Yumi’s face and leaned forward, hunching so she could suck the guy’s cock as it popped out of the other’s pussy. For once, she was glad she was kind of short.

“You’re Santa’s little helper, missy,” the man hooted. He was built well enough, probably a farmhand or a day laborer. Yumi gave her thanks by thrusting her tongue deep down into her folds, lapping with expert motions.

Climbing off her spent mount, the redhead Fia stepped over to kiss her, “I told you to go sleep.” She grinned as Cassie licked her teeth. The man leaned forward to join in and they tongued each other three ways across until their spit was dribbling onto Cassie’s tits. He popped out of the girl below, so Cassie gave him an awkward tit job until he fountained all over her upper chest. Fia lapped it up as Yumi finished off the last dregs of the man’s orgasm with her own mouth. The three women kissed over the man’s satisfied grin as he also faded off into his sunset, completely spent.

It wasn’t long until they kicked the two out. The men weren’t allowed to stay overnight; it would be rude for any fresh guests after all, though it ended up being a quiet night after that. Most of the other men had been wiped out from the party and had stayed home for once.

The next morning at breakfast, Cassie noticed a missing face, “Where’s Miz Becker?”

“Oh,” replied Gabby, her nose almost touching her plate as she hungrily chowed down on her omelet. “She’s over at the mayor’s place for his morning constitutional. Sometimes, we stay over at people’s houses. That reminds me, your due for a birthday at the Ballinger place. The wife’s trying to get pregnant so you’re designated for the assist.”

“How in the world do I do that?” she said, almost worried. She hadn’t interacted much with the “real” wives so far and she didn’t know how she stood with them. Fia noticed her worry.

“It’s ok, they love our help. You just have to make sure he finishes off inside, and often, with the spouse, and generally help when she’s tired. Think of it as a vacation, since you’ll be there for a few days during the wifey’s prime time and no other guy will be around.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound bad at all,” she replied. The dishes were cleared and washed by a couple of helpful elders who came by to assist with chores. The village wives were required to be on duty and too much time spent on cooking and cleaning could interfere with that, though they did do their part when they could. Cassie appreciated this small bonus as she put her plate into the bucket for the older woman to carry off. She couldn’t remember all the names as different people came by on different days to keep the household in order.

One crone shooed her off, “It’s ok. Go to the common room, we’ll bring refreshments for you. You’ve done enough the past few days! Ah, I envy you young lasses.” The wizened woman clucked, as if remembering far gone days.

It was crowded in the main room as most of the household, sans Becky, sat around a low table to drink tea and pick at little snacks. Yumi kicked the girl sitting next to her as she clipped her toenails, “Irene, stop doing that at the table, you’ll get shavings in our drinks.” The skinny woman turned her back to the table but otherwise ignored the rest of them. She was Gabby’s roommate but otherwise Cassie barely knew her. The woman kept to herself, though she seemed prized by the men for some reason Cassie could not comprehend (she had been out on rounds for almost the whole time since Cassie’s initiation). Irene was all angles and more aloof than an alley cat. Maybe she had some slick tricks up her sleeve that Cassie didn’t know about, like being flexible enough to eat herself out or something crazy like that.

Other than jewelry, stockings, or a sheer silk negligee, the group sat wearing their birthday suits. At least the cushions they were sitting on had washable covers, Cassie thought.

After they finished with snacks, Gabby announced, “Time for morning exercises! We missed too many last week and we don’t want what we just ate to go to our thighs, now do we?” She smacked each girl’s ass as they trooped out the screen door.

“I’m still tight as a drum!” announced Fia as she leaned forward, slapping her butt cheeks. She was as red down under as her fiery locks on top of her head. Pale and freckled, the girl still stole a glance at the sky to make sure it was overcast enough to not burn her straight away.

Gabby noticed, “Just for thirty minutes then we can go back inside. It’s not too hot today.”

In the middle of their calisthenics, a man walked up to the fence and observed, smiling. Without introducing himself, he picked Yumi from the lineup and began fucking her big round ass as she tried to complete her exercises. Cassie wasn’t big on exercise so she stopped what she was doing and went over to chat, “Hello. I’m Cassie, I’m the new girl.”

“You’re all new to me,” the man said. “I’m from the next county over. Just passing through on my way to the city. Nice little town you got here.” Yumi grunted as he came inside of her. She went back to the group to continue the routine as Gabby led. She ignored the semen drizzling down her leg, though she absently scooped some with her finger in order to taste it.

“Need help with that?” Cassie offered. He pulled up his pants and buckled up. He shook his head, but grabbed her tits, kneading her thick nipples with an expert thumb. She gasped at his rough fingers, not pleased, but not totally displeased either.

“Nice. I should have started with you. My car’s getting serviced at the shop down the street. I might stop by again before I leave.”

“Naw, I’ll go with you. I have to go the Ballinger place in the afternoon, might as well take a better look at the town myself. I’m only just moved here.”

“Oh, reason?”

“Marriage. To the town. I’m their new bitch,” she said.

“I see, I guess that is the local custom. We’re not that formal in the city. Marriage, anyhow,” he finished, walking out. Cassie waved goodbye to the group but they didn’t bother looking. Gabby nodded her head and continued barking a cadence. They had all worked up a good sweat that shone in the morning light.

“So, you got all your shots?” he asked, as she put her arm through his. His hand fit right onto her hip.

Cassie gave him a dirty look, “Of course. I’m clean as a whistle. How ‘bout you, slick?”

He just laughed.

The town wasn’t much to look at as they took the main road down the middle. A tractor rolled ahead of them on the street. The farmer looked back and waved his hat before pulling off onto a dirt track into the hills. Cassie wasn’t familiar enough to know who that was or where he was headed. The dirt track seemed to wind away to nowhere.

They turned a corner and she finally saw the main drag, just a dull set of shop fronts. There was the typical diner with its faux neon lights (really just LED’s inside a plastic tube) and further down, an unbranded service station where, presumably, the visitor’s car was parked. They bumped into Becky in front of the diner, she was getting shagged by a guy in a wife-beater while she was leaning against the bike rack.

“Hey, Cassie, this here is Charlie,” she managed say, breathless. Charlie tipped the bill of his sweaty cap. “Call me Chuck.” He flexed a tattooed arm.

“How was the mayor?” Cassie asked the other woman as she was bent over the rack.

“Nice. His wife actually did all the work. He just likes having my ass in his face while his wife blows his morning wood off.”

Cassie couldn’t remember what the mayor even looked like. He sure took his time fucking her the other night during the ceremony. She had fallen asleep in the middle of it, exhausted. The man was a machine, or on some kind of performance drugs.

Chuck grabbed Cassie’s arm, “Could use some help from the new girl.” He pulled out of Becky and pushed Cassie to her knees. A stone bit into the soft part of one kneecap, making her wince, but she sighed and let the young man slide his slick willy down her gullet. Cupping his balls, she blew him with a still sore jaw, but managed to satisfy nevertheless. She spat his remainder into Becky’s mouth. They shared the snowball, giggling. Both men observed with fascination until Becky finally swallowed it down.

Becky remarked, “Your friend‘s got a fresh hard on going.” Indeed he was. He pulled the two women down to the gas station as Chuck zipped up and went on his merry way, whistling in satisfaction.

The gas station had a waiting area with an old couch but it served well enough as the man pulled his clothes off while his hands were also full of the two women. Becky tongued Cassie with a ribald French kiss as their breasts squeezed together while the man got his manhood free of his trousers. They kept kissing as they fellated the man’s throbbing dick. Becky sucked on the man’s balls while Cassie gave his frenulum a nice licking. Drool drizzled over their tits. Where Becky’s nipple’s were dark, Cassie’s were nice and pink, almost as fiery as Fia’s. Both were stiff enough to poke a man’s eye out, which they nearly did when he plunged his face into their heaving bosoms. He put Becky’s ass on top of Cassie’s rump and plowed them both in turn, pausing to keep from exploding from his excitement. In and out, switch, then in and out, then pause, panting, then in again in a repeating loop of pleasure.

“Oh, man, this is almost too much,” he groaned. Cassie had flipped around underneath to lick the base of his cock as he pounded the older woman. Cassie noticed the peach fuzz hair all over Becky’s skin. She petted it like it was a dog’s. Her own hair was dark and scraggly in comparison, so she kept herself well shaved at all times. She was a bit envious of the velvety fur on the woman on top of her. Becky looked down, puzzled, but was too enthused by the rhythmic pleasure to inquire.

The visitor finished inside of Cassie, and Becky lapped the cream pie out with her sinewy tongue. They shared it once more, and the man was still astonished.

“You’re such a kid,” Becky winked at the man. He didn’t deny it.

They kissed him goodbye and he drove off, another satisfied customer.

Mrs. Ballinger was a frumpy woman in her early thirties. She answered the door and nodded Cassie inside the cool interior of her home, a ranch style single story plot on the opposite side of town. Her husband owned a chain of retail shops in the region and had chosen to stay in his old hometown instead of moving to the nicer city suburbs. It was a well-appointed home with the walls spread with photos of his establishments, and some minor celebrities who endorsed them.

“You’ll be sharing our bed, so don’t worry about accommodations. But if you can’t sleep, the guest bedroom is available. Just don’t fuck in there: it’s got brand new covers. Oh, and take a bath first. I had the maid fill it up for us.” Meekly, Cassie allowed Mrs. Ballinger to wash her back as they shared the tub.

“Where’s Mr. Ballinger?” she asked as she lay back in the warm water. The bath was the biggest she’d ever enjoyed. Plenty of room for both of them, or more. There was a separate full shower with steam attachments. Real luxury.

“He’ll be back tonight. His birthday is tomorrow, but we’re on a schedule to get our second kid going so we’ll be having some fun time tonight,” Mrs. Ballinger said as she got up to use the shower. She beckoned Cassie to join her, though she wasn’t quite finished with the nice bath. The older woman examined the petite youth expertly. In turn, Cassie noted that the elder female had a decent enough figure, though stretch marks were obvious from a previous pregnancy. A bit pear shaped in total, Mrs. Ballinger’s ass was like a full moon. Cassie cupped them as they shared the shower to rinse their hair. The full body steam was quite pleasing.

A little red in the face, Mrs. Ballinger rested her chin on Cassie’s shoulder, “You smell nice. I think we can work with this. As you should now, make sure Richard finishes inside of me. Though I have a feeling he’ll have enough to go around.” She licked Cassie’s ear, causing her to moan. They kissed, and then exited the shower. They used hair dryers on each other and padded into the master bedroom. Mrs. Ballinger had a towel around her head while Cassie’s locks spread across her shoulders, still a bit damp.

The bed was much bigger than normal, enough for probably four people. They both laid down, Cassie stretching in pleasure on the silk sheets. This was the most relaxed she had felt since coming to the town. Mrs. Ballinger toyed with Cassie’s nipples, “Nice. You’re lucky, mine get dry easy and nursing was a bitch.”

The maid, a middle-aged woman, knocked and entered, bringing some cool drinks on a platter.

“Put those on the side table, thank you.” The maid nodded, placed the drinks and left the room.

Some kind of peach tea, the drink was absolutely cool and refreshing. The two women nuzzled and played with each other for a few minutes until Cassie began to blush.

Suddenly, Mrs. Ballinger got up, “Oops. Don’t want to soil the sheets again so soon. I’ve got dinner to get ready with Mabel. Relax until Rich gets home. Make sure to be the one to open the door. Oh, before I forget, put these one. He loves this stuff.” The wife threw some items onto the bed.

“Knee socks?” Cassie asked.

“Yes, and put this collar on.” With that the wife left the room.

Cassie shrugged, pulled up the socks-sheer black numbers that actually went up well past her knees. The collar was a leather affair with a silver clasp and a loop for a chain to attach. She didn’t see a chain. There was a full size mirror which she used to check herself out. Not bad, she thought, perking her supple ass out. Not as tight as Fia’s but pretty good, she gloated. Of course, her chest had always been her winning asset. She dared to dig in the oak drawers and found, not to her surprise, a collection of nipple rings among other “items” of note. She picked a cute set of decorative gold nip tips that clamped on without too much pinching. Still no chain, but this would do, she thought.

“Ready to rock,” she said.

Mrs. Ballinger had thrown on a full apron but nothing else as she helped the maid finish preparing dinner. It was basic country fare instead of anything exotic, but it smelled great to Cassie’s nose. Her stomach rumbled, as she had missed lunch.

Looking at the clock, Mrs. Ballinger said, “He’ll be here any minute. Get ready in the front hallway.” She shooed the hungry girl away from the kitchen area.

“Make sure to get his coat, and try not to let him fuck you until after dinner please, the vegetables will get soggy,” she gave Cassie a peck and the girl tried to get a full tongue kiss in return. She was getting both randy and hungry. Just like meals, she preferred to keep to at least three sex feasts a day to keep her hormones regular. Mrs. Ballinger had to push the younger girl away while clucking her tongue.

“I have to go to the kitchen. And don’t jack off onto the rug, it’s an antique.”

Cassie made a dirty face which the older woman didn’t see since she had already turned back to the kitchen.

Time passed and the husband didn’t show. He was late.

Mrs. Ballinger brought her back to the dining room, obviously peeved. She said, “He just called and said he would be late. Idiot. You must be hungry. Let’s eat.”

After dinner Mrs. Ballinger shared a bottle of wine with Cassie. “So, Mrs. Ballinger…”

“Just call me Emily,” said the tipsy housewife as she downed another glassful of the wine. She harangued Cassie about stories of their relationship and their marriage and their firstborn who was staying at his grandmother’s home. “We’ve been planning to grow the family for a while now. He knew this was an important time, not just about his birthday but he’s out having drinks with his management staff. Well, fuck it. I’m opening his birthday present up early, come on.”

Emily Ballinger pulled Cassie to the bedroom where the maid had prepared with candles and cut flowers for the occasion. She had already disposed of her apron earlier so the two naked women began making out on the giant mattress. Cassie got rid of her nip jewelry but kept the knee socks.

“Let me get a taste first,” the older woman said pushing up Cassie’s legs until she was splayed open. After admiring the view, Emily expertly munched on the nubile young woman’s box. Cassie moaned, head thrown back. It didn’t take long for her to reach a satisfying climax. She was about to take her turn on Emily but the woman got up, opening up a cabinet full of accessories. A fresh strap-on was unpacked and belted around her hips. It was a fancy looking rig with interior attachments that stimulated the wearer as she penetrated her target.

Cassie giggled as Emily spread lube all over the neon plastic phallus, working her hips so the tip sprang about like a whip. Soon, they lay side by side exhausted on the crumpled sheets. Cassie absently fingered the other’s bunghole, still slick with spit and lube. The maid knocked and entered, once again bringing water and energy drinks. Right behind her, Mr. Ballinger finally made his appearance. He was a bit disheveled and whistling a tune drunkenly, but he sobered up rather quickly when he saw the two lounging in the bed.

“Ah, it’s my birthday isn’t it?” He said looking at the clock. The maid helped him undress. Mrs. Ballinger didn’t say anything, staring up at the ceiling as her husband crawled onto the two women. When he tried to give her a kiss, she turned her head away.

“Aww, don’t be that way, hon. The boys wouldn’t let me go. They took me to a club but I held out. Got a full tank in the spank bank,” he pressed his semi-soft member into the small of her back as he tried to spoon her.

She sighed and turned over, finally letting him kiss her. She said, “Jerk. You don’t deserve it but here’s your birthday present. A little abused, but still good.” He leaned over and sniffed Cassie’s pussy which had been facing their way as the two women were head to crotch. Emily moved Cassie’s hips so the two of them could eat her out while butting heads. It got too crowded so Emily rolled away to allow Cassie to fully straddle the man’s face. His stubble tickled her, but he was as well versed as his wife on cunnilingus. She rose up and begged for a kiss from Emily by sticking her tongue out like a puppy. Emily gobbled on her tongue as they took a long, deep French kiss.

Moving to sixty-nine with Cassie on top and Emily off to the side, the two worked on Richard’s stiffening member until it was bright red and ready. His hands were busy trying to fondle both sets of breasts as they flopped about.

“Oh, ya, nice pussy,” he exclaimed as Cassie slipped on reverse cowgirl with help from the wife. “Hi, I’m Richard Ballinger.”

Cassie leaned back, “I figured. My name’s Cassie. Nice to meet you.” She gasped when Emily began licking her swollen clit as she rode the husband’s pole. It wasn’t long until they moved forward to doggy. Cassie kept Emily wet by eating her out as she was being pounded.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” Ballinger said, sweat dripping from his forehead. He pulled out as Mrs. Ballinger scooted up. Grunting, he finished inside of her. As soon as he pulled out, she crawled to the headboard and used it to prop her legs up so his fresh load would, supposedly, have a better shot of reaching its target.

The three kissed. Emily said, “I’m taking a break. Keep going. We’re going to drain his balls dry for the next few days.” Cassie nodded saucily, “Aye aye, Mrs. Ballinger.”

The three fornicated on the bed for the rest of the night, off and on, until morning. The husband lost track of who was who as he groggily mounted each woman, fell asleep, to be woken again from slumber to fill another greedy hole. All pretense of trying to complete his duty in the housewife was abandoned as the dregs of his ball sack were squeezed out into a total of six different orifices. The only limitation was when Emily forbade ass to pussy without a cleansing first.

“I’ll do ass to mouth,” offered Cassie. Emily had hesitated at first but had to join in when the other girl happily went to town on his cock after it had plowed the recesses of her colon. Couldn’t have the help show her up, could she?

In the morning, Mabel brought them breakfast which they devoured and then promptly fell back to sleep. They awoke again near noon. Richard downed some electrolytes and vitamins. Cassie had been watching TV, but happily spread her legs so he could fuck her again while Emily dozed. The bed was a sweat drenched total war zone by this point, but they kept at it until dusk, stopping only to eat a quick meal and a shower. The marathon slowed to a dreamlike cadence, yet none of them offered to stop.

“Are you sore?” Cassie asked Emily as her husband slowly ground on top of her. Cassie sipped on an energy drink, checking herself with her fingers. She’d had it a lot worse with the initiation week, so the past twenty-four hours had not really strained her. Getting a cut or a bruise inside her labia would ruin the party, but so far she had been lucky.

Emily replied, “No, I’m good. Just sleepy.” She squeezed her legs around Richard’s hips as he shuddered into another climax. He plopped his weight on top of her, so Cassie helped push him off. He was snoring again within moments. Emily wiped his flagging penis clean.

“I wonder if he’s shooting anything but water at this point,” Emily said absently, tossing the wipe into a trash basket next to the bed.

“Who knows? I’ve never fucked a single guy for this long in one session before either. I’m astonished. Though I did fuck for several weeks straight with one guy I knew back in my home town, but it averaged three times a day at the most and it took a while for him to recover between sessions. I’ve lost count from last night.”

“First time this has happened for me too. We only did it once on our honeymoon, though it’s been pretty regular up until our first child. It’s been kind of dry for a while. I don’t know, we might need to keep you,” Emily winked.

“Well, you know where I live!” Cassie replied. “Doors are always open. That’s reminds me, I was wondering about one of the gals: Irene.”

Emily frowned, “What about her?”

“What’s her deal? I hear the men really like her, but she doesn’t seem anything special to me.”

“Oh. I guess she fulfills certain…needs.”

Richard snorted, apparently conscious again, he growled, “She sure does. Emily thinks it’s dirty though.”

“No, I never said that. She just does…,” Emily hedged. She got up. Her mood was suddenly colder. The maid had opened the windows and ran a fan to air the room out. She went to the veranda and looked out into the twilight.

Richard sighed, whispering to Cassie, “Some guys like it a bit kinkier than normal, and Irene helps in that category.”

Cassie was genuinely puzzled, “You mean S&M? I can do that. Not my specialty but a little role-playing doesn’t bother me. If you mean pegging, that’s not hard. Chicks with dicks? Watersports?”

“Not that. More psychological,” he whispered. Cassie pressed herself onto him, toying with the curly hair on his chest. She whispered back, “I don’t get it. You’ll have to spell it out.”

Emily whipped her head back, “Look, just ask her yourself when you get back tomorrow morning. We’ve got you for tonight, so I aim to get full use of your holes for keeping my husband hard. You’re not here to use your tongue to chat.”

Cassie made another one of her faces but kept quiet. That night, the sex was intermittent and much less athletic than the previous. In fact, Richard even gave up in mid-pump at one point, though they had moved out to the porch for some variety. They sat on the deck chairs to look at the stars, Cassie sitting on Richard’s lap while his half-stiff penis was still inside of her. Emily groggily told them she was going to bed and retired back into the bedroom where Mabel had pulled on fresh sheets onto the demolished mattress.

He nuzzled the nape of Cassie’s neck, hands casually roaming the plane of her belly and cupping her tits. She asked, “So, what’s the story with Irene?”

“It’s nothing huge,” he said. “It’s just something that irks Emily. Look, she’s a great wife and all, cooks like a champ and is a fierce in bed, as you’ve seen. Raises the kids, and does all her wifely duties. God knows I don’t deserve her. The thing is…” He paused for a long time.

Cassie turned her head, “The thing is what?”

He pushed her off of him and padded to the railing, leaning on it with his elbows. His eyes were hooded, “The thing is that Irene is a woman who really seems to understand what a man wants.”

“Eh?” Cassie scowled. “More than this?” She pointed at her crotch.

“Well, that too, but more than that,” Richard said sheepishly. “She’s kind.”

“What about me? I’m nice.”

“Ya, that’s not what I mean,” Richard said. “I’m not good at how to explain it. It’s like she really cares, you know?”

“Then why the fuck don’t you marry her?” Cassie said, a little pissed for some reason that even surprised her.

He laughed, “That’s what Emily says. But Irene is married to the town. I don’t know if what she offers is something involved with marriage anyways. At least not what it means around here.”

“You’re talking about a soul mate or something? I’ve seen it, it happens. Maybe it’s you that’s fucked up because you couldn’t find yours. I think you’re just being greedy.”

“I know, I know. I’m a lucky man, I know,” he said, voice cracking. “But, I just feel so lonely sometimes. Men, we’re sensitive. And Irene’s in touch with that. She’s an angel for the soul. I know life isn’t meant to be fair, but what does it mean to be really in touch with another person? What we had here was just our loins bumping into each other. Flesh on flesh. Irene is like a light. Something tangible in the darkness we are all wandering in until we pass from this mortal coil. Was that all that it was? Doing my duty and passing the baton to the next generation? Is that all we are good for, gene banks or like salmon swimming upriver and dying at the end of it? A famous man once said that a zygote is just a way for a gamete to produce more gametes…”

Cassie rolled her eyes, “Ok, I’ve heard some perverted shit, but you’re a sicko. I’m not listening to your mid-life crisis crap any more. I’m going back to bed. I feel sorry for Mrs. Ballinger for having an asshole like you for a husband.” She got up and slammed the French door closed.

Looking out into the glittering starlight, Mr. Ballinger whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “I’m a bastard, all right.” His eyes tried to discern if the wheeling stars above held any answers, but they remained silent.

Mabel served a hot breakfast but the table was cold the next morning. Not much was said as the trio ate. They only focused on their plates and not on each other.

Mrs. Ballinger said, “Please drive Cassie back home on your way to work, Dick.”

He nodded, “Certainly.” His manner was cool and professional. Mrs. Ballinger gave him a peck on the cheek, though Cassie was given a big hug and a smile. “We’ll set up another appointment soon,” she said as the two walked to the car.

They didn’t talk during the short drive across town. Cassie’s skin stuck to the leather seat. When he reached over to grab her leg she batted his hand away, saying curtly, “It’s hot.”

Before they reached the communal house, Cassie spotted Chuck on the side of the road. He had a walking stick, straw hat, torn overalls, a bare chest with solid muscles, and a knowing grin like a grown up Huck Finn. She got Richard to stop and hopped out, shouting, “Hey, Chuck. You look like you could use some company.” She turned back to Richard before closing the door, “Go up and say hi to Irene.”

He shook his head, “I’ve got a long drive to the city.” As he sped off, he didn’t bother looking in the rear view mirror. All that was left of her in the car was her smell and the damp spot she had left on the bucket seat.

Cassie shrugged and pushed her tits onto the arm of Chuck who coolly gave her the reach around with his beefy arms.

Chuck asked, “What’s up?”

She cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, I don’t know. We should do something.” Her hands crept down through his overalls. No skivvies underneath, she noted.

“Like what?” he said with fake ignorance.

She stared into his eyes, and carefully mouthed the word: “Fuck.”

The End.