Turning the Other Cheek by willingwimp
I am a person of strong faith. I believe in the importance of doing good and resisting the temptation to do evil. I hold that Christians should embody humility and respond to wrongdoing with forgiveness. With my wife Eve’s support, I strive to be a good Christian. I had hoped to save Eve and facilitate her transformation. By any measure, she had led a wayward life. Our paths crossed during a vulnerable time for me. One day, against my better judgment and understanding of morality, I found myself enticed into a “gentleman’s club.” I was inexperienced in every way, seemingly drawn in by a peculiar, dark allure that I couldn’t resist.
Eve was an “exotic” dancer, and far and away the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was not an entirely natural beauty. Unsatisfied with her stunning creaturehood at the hands of God, she turned to the Devil to enlarge her breasts. I was mesmerized by this Delilah as she danced in a highly erotic and suggestive manner, devoured by the eyes of a roomful of men, including, I confess, myself.
Eve is unusually tall. She stands an even 6 feet, and almost always wears heels of about 3 inches. In contrast, I am rather short, about 5 feet 7 inches, and of slight build. I couldn’t get over her towering beauty and majesty. She immediately captivated me entirely, and I felt I would never be happy unless I devoted my life to her. (I felt this way before ever saying a word to her, or her to me.)
That night, I spent as much money as I had on me to have her perform a “lap dance”–by which she would successively straddle my legs, grind her bottom into my lap, and push her breasts into my face, while, according to the rules of the club, I was not allowed to touch her. I felt for the first time what it must be like to be a drug addict. I simply did not have the willpower to stop paying her $20 a dance until there was nothing left.
I began earnestly wooing Eve. I went back to that Den of Iniquity every day. I learned her work schedule, and hung around waiting for her to get off work. I spent a great deal of money on her (God has favored my family with wealth). I was able to convince her through my devotion, and my willingness to pay, to have her see me outside the club.
My interest was not entirely selfish. I did my best to tell her the Word of God and persuade her to change her sinful ways. I genuinely wanted to save her soul and lead her away from a life of sin. At the same time, I spent all the time when I was away from Eve praying to God for strength to resist temptation.
I promised that I would devote myself to her salvation, to lead her away from temptation and from seeking the attentions of unworthy men and the sins of the flesh. I made her spiritual restoration a personal crusade.
To convince her of my sincerity, I bought her her own apartment, a car, and clothing. I wanted to buy her good, Christian clothing, but she refused, and insisted on short skirts, spike heels, and even pulled me protesting into the ladies lingerie departments where she shamelessly bought the most sexually provocative panties, garters, and other paraphernalia.
I urged her to quit her job as a dancer, but she refused.
I did my best to get her to come to Church with me, but to no avail. Finally, one day, she said that the only way she would go into a Church would be to get married. At that moment, I knew my Christian duty. Dropping on one knee before her, I proposed marriage.
She grinned, not exactly a happy grin, more a mischievous, triumphant grin, and demanded to know why I only dropped to one knee, telling me that if I were truly devoted to her I would have gone down on both knees, and instead of asking for her hand in marriage, I would have begged her. And that is precisely what I did. My gesture of gallantry was transformed into one of submission. Kneeling before her, she looked to be an absolute giantess. I literally shivered at the sight of her.
As we planned our wedding and our marriage, Eve and I had long talks about sin and salvation. Eve loved the fact that I was a virgin. Although she had made me ejaculate in my pants many times during lap dances, we had never had intercourse, and I told her I was committed to being a virgin until our wedding night. Eve was fascinated by the Christian concept of forgiveness for sins–the idea that one could be a sinner, and yet still be forgiven. I told her that if she was bad, but said she was sorry, I would forgive her. That really appealed to her. She also liked that I regard humility as a Christian virtue, and that I strive to be a humble servant of God.
In order to persuade her to give up her sinful ways as an exotic dancer, I told her that if she would marry me, I would match her income through her illicit and immoral life with an equivalent “allowance” that I would pay her directly for leading an upright and virtuous life. When it came time to tally her allowance, I was surprised at how lucrative her life of sin had been.
Eve began to call me her guardian angel, or her “sweet little angel,” or just “angel.” I have a soft, angelic face that she liked. She made a strange request to prove my love for her. She took me to the beauty salon where the dancers go to have their legs and pubic areas waxed. She told me that big, hairy men got her sexually excited and made her think sinful thoughts. She said that she wanted me to make her think purer more spiritual thoughts, and asked that I shave and wax all my body hair.
At first I objected, but she told me that she shaved and waxed “down there” to please me (and all the other men), so it was only fair that I should do the same. It was awkward and a bit painful, and made me embarrassed at the thought that others might see me naked, but I successfully removed all my body hair, making me look even more boyish and much younger than my already slight build makes me look. She also asked that I grow my hair long and let it develop its natural curls into soft ringlets.
Eve did agree to a church wedding. I brought her to my hometown. My family and friends were shocked when I announced my engagement, since none had ever met, or even heard of Eve, and none knew anything of her background. I made her promise not to tell them about her previous life.
Eve came with her best friend from the club, Honey, who would be her maiden of honor. Honey is also quite a beauty. Where Eve is a tall blonde with blue eyes and fair skin. Honey has darker, honey colored hair and deeply tanned skin with brown eyes. Honey is a bit shorter than me. She also sports a pair of breasts out of proportion to her other measurements, but all in all, she is petite, where Eve is statuesque. The folks in my town had never seen anything like them.
Eve and Honey had been expecting stag parties, bachelorette parties with drinking and carrying on, but I was born and raised in a devout, Christian community. We don’t drink, and while we know how to have good, clean wholesome fun, we don’t party like the fast city crowd. I pleaded with Eve and Honey to behave themselves. Eve agreed to wear a full-length, white wedding gown in deference to the sensibilities of my family and friends.