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20/03/2008
Monday came around soon enough. I was wondering what, if any, changes would have resulted from, Doug, my 18 year old junior mail clerk employee, fucking my wife of 27 years basically all day Friday in our marriage bed. Probably if I had not known what transpired on Friday, I would not have noticed anything unusual, or different. However, I was sure that Doug was looking at me differently, but maybe it was my imagination. At about 9:30 a.m., Doug came to my office and poked his head in the door and basically apologized that he wasn't able to help my wife with the basement on Friday (my wife, Betty, had told me that Doug had phoned and said he couldn't make it). I said that was alright, maybe another time. It wasn't until after he had left my office that I realized he had called me 'Chris', not Mr. O--- like most of my employees do, especially the junior ones.
Shortly after 1:00 p.m., Doug comes to my office and tells me that Betty, my wife, had phoned him and asked if he could come over tonight to help with the basement. He had told her that his car was in the shop, so she was wondering if I would drive him over after work and also feed him supper. He called me 'Chris' again. I thought it odd that Betty wouldn't have cleared this with me herself. I told Doug that if is fine with Betty, it is fine with me and to meet me in the parking lot at 5:30 p.m.
Around 3:30 p.m., Betty phoned me and told me to find out what kind of pizza Doug likes and to pick some up for supper. As an afterthought, she then told me to find out what his favourite beer was and to pick some up also. I asked Betty why he couldn't just drink the beer we have in the house. Her response floored me. She said that he was a special guest in our house and that she expected me to treat him as such. She followed that statement up with, 'do you have a problem with that?'. I said no that is fine with me, but why is he a special guest? She said that I would find out in due course and not to dally coming home and, in fact, since I am the boss, we could leave work early. I protested that I had a lot of work to do and couldn't get away early. At that, Betty became really insistent and said that I will leave work at 4:00 p.m. and bring Doug with me. My head was just spinning. I couldn't put my head around what had come over Betty. She never acted like this before. I decided that I wouldn't piss her off by being late, so I contacted Doug and told him to meet at the parking lot at 4:00 p.m. I also asked him what his favourite pizza was so I could order it so we could pick it up on the way. He said he liked all-dressed.
On the way home, Doug was very quiet. I asked him what kind of beer he liked and he indicated that he only drinks Budweiser. I stopped at an outlet and picked up a dozen. Then we picked up the pizza and got home shortly after 4:30 p.m. Doug carried the pizza into the house and I brought the beer. Betty went ballistic. She couldn't believe that I would make our special guest carry the pizza. What was I thinking and hurry up and give him a beer. He must be thirsty. I couldn't imagine what had come over Betty. She had been fine on the weekend, just yesterday.
We went to sit down to eat and I went for my traditional chair at the head of the table, but Betty objected. She said that spot was reserved for our special guest, Doug. I was to sit on the side of the table to Doug's left and Betty would sit on the side to Doug's right. My mind was in a real tizzy. Everything seemed totally surreal. I thought I had made a wrong turn somewhere.
We sat down to eat and Betty was fawning over Doug, making sure he was comfortable and everything was to his liking. We had only eaten one piece of pizza, when Betty turned to me and said, Chris there some rule changes around here and I better learn what they are and obey them without question. She then told me that she knew that I had not worked on Friday and that I came home and then went and drowned my sorrows at the tavern. Things are no longer the same and here are some of the rules. There will be more to follow, but these will do for starters:
1.Out of respect, the chair at the head of the table always belongs to Doug, even when he is not here.
2.A key to the house must be provided to Doug.
3.Doug must always be addressed as 'sir', or 'Master Doug'.
4.With his thick and 8” long cock, Master Doug is the real man of this house, whereas, you with your pathetic 4 ½” cock are the loving husband, wimp and provider for this household.
5.My married pussy now belongs to Master Doug for his pleasure.
6.You must see that Master Doug's needs are provided for and met.
7.When Master Doug stays over, he gets the master bedroom and you sleep in the guest room.
8.Master Doug must get the respect he deserves at work.
Betty then asked in an authoritative voice if I understood the rules and did I agree. I was in shock and hesitated. She demanded an answer. It was to much to take in. Meekly I said I agreed. I knew my life was obviously not going to be the same from now on...
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Shortly after 1:00 p.m., Doug comes to my office and tells me that Betty, my wife, had phoned him and asked if he could come over tonight to help with the basement. He had told her that his car was in the shop, so she was wondering if I would drive him over after work and also feed him supper. He called me 'Chris' again. I thought it odd that Betty wouldn't have cleared this with me herself. I told Doug that if is fine with Betty, it is fine with me and to meet me in the parking lot at 5:30 p.m.
Around 3:30 p.m., Betty phoned me and told me to find out what kind of pizza Doug likes and to pick some up for supper. As an afterthought, she then told me to find out what his favourite beer was and to pick some up also. I asked Betty why he couldn't just drink the beer we have in the house. Her response floored me. She said that he was a special guest in our house and that she expected me to treat him as such. She followed that statement up with, 'do you have a problem with that?'. I said no that is fine with me, but why is he a special guest? She said that I would find out in due course and not to dally coming home and, in fact, since I am the boss, we could leave work early. I protested that I had a lot of work to do and couldn't get away early. At that, Betty became really insistent and said that I will leave work at 4:00 p.m. and bring Doug with me. My head was just spinning. I couldn't put my head around what had come over Betty. She never acted like this before. I decided that I wouldn't piss her off by being late, so I contacted Doug and told him to meet at the parking lot at 4:00 p.m. I also asked him what his favourite pizza was so I could order it so we could pick it up on the way. He said he liked all-dressed.
On the way home, Doug was very quiet. I asked him what kind of beer he liked and he indicated that he only drinks Budweiser. I stopped at an outlet and picked up a dozen. Then we picked up the pizza and got home shortly after 4:30 p.m. Doug carried the pizza into the house and I brought the beer. Betty went ballistic. She couldn't believe that I would make our special guest carry the pizza. What was I thinking and hurry up and give him a beer. He must be thirsty. I couldn't imagine what had come over Betty. She had been fine on the weekend, just yesterday.
We went to sit down to eat and I went for my traditional chair at the head of the table, but Betty objected. She said that spot was reserved for our special guest, Doug. I was to sit on the side of the table to Doug's left and Betty would sit on the side to Doug's right. My mind was in a real tizzy. Everything seemed totally surreal. I thought I had made a wrong turn somewhere.
We sat down to eat and Betty was fawning over Doug, making sure he was comfortable and everything was to his liking. We had only eaten one piece of pizza, when Betty turned to me and said, Chris there some rule changes around here and I better learn what they are and obey them without question. She then told me that she knew that I had not worked on Friday and that I came home and then went and drowned my sorrows at the tavern. Things are no longer the same and here are some of the rules. There will be more to follow, but these will do for starters:
1.Out of respect, the chair at the head of the table always belongs to Doug, even when he is not here.
2.A key to the house must be provided to Doug.
3.Doug must always be addressed as 'sir', or 'Master Doug'.
4.With his thick and 8” long cock, Master Doug is the real man of this house, whereas, you with your pathetic 4 ½” cock are the loving husband, wimp and provider for this household.
5.My married pussy now belongs to Master Doug for his pleasure.
6.You must see that Master Doug's needs are provided for and met.
7.When Master Doug stays over, he gets the master bedroom and you sleep in the guest room.
8.Master Doug must get the respect he deserves at work.
Betty then asked in an authoritative voice if I understood the rules and did I agree. I was in shock and hesitated. She demanded an answer. It was to much to take in. Meekly I said I agreed. I knew my life was obviously not going to be the same from now on...
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Chris