Then she said, “A while ago I made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought my husband had cheated on me, so I told him some horrible lies designed to hurt him, like I had been hurt. Then I told him I was leaving for an hour or so, and that he should be gone when I got back. I told him in a couple of days we could talk. I waited down the street until he left, and then went home. Before I even got inside, a car pulled up and two cops asked if you were there. I told them no and they said to tell you to call them about your case. They wouldn’t tell me anything about your case.”
“Then I went inside and found your ring and a letter on the table. I read the letter and totally lost it. Then I looked at the videos on the USB drive you had left and totally lost it again. By then it was almost 7pm. I had tried calling but it went to voice mail. I left messages saying I had lied and was sorry. Then I drove around motels looking for your car. I called the police and told them about the note and they said they would put out an APB for your car. I got home around 2am. It took a while to fall asleep, but I finally did. My phone woke me around 11am. It was the hospital, telling me you were in the ICU.”
“I got there in record time. They told me you had tried to kill yourself, and I collapsed again. When Ben came in he sat across the waiting room from me and wouldn’t look at me. After a while, one of the policemen from the previous night came into the room. He told Ben he could go up, and then told me that you said I was not allowed near you and that I should go home. I was stunned. I don’t even remember driving home. Once I got home I think I passed out for a while.”
“Then the same policeman rang the bell and served me with a restraining order. I asked him to tell you that Brucie was alive. He informed me that I was violating the restraining order by trying to pass you a message and asked if I wanted to go to jail. You know what has happened since. I am sorry. I now really understand the saying that if you seek revenge you should dig two graves. Is there anything I can do to get you to forgive me?”
“Not in front of all these people.”
“You sure? If you let me, I will do whatever you want, and I will do it right here, in front of everyone.”
I thought about that, and since I was still angry I said, “OK, you can be the waitress at our party. You’ll need one of those little French maid outfits. If you don’t have one, I can send Macy to buy one.”
Mary looked over at the women, and said, “Can one of you help me with this zipper?”
Helen came over and unzipped her dress. Then she said, “If he rejects you, you can come home with us. We will console you.” Then she hugged Mary and kissed her like she meant it.
Mary looked stunned for a moment. Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a gorgeous thong and bra set, in rose, with gold trim. She smiled and said, “I don’t have a French maid outfit. Maybe this will do. I bought this set a couple days ago just for you. Would you prefer me in the heels or barefoot?”
“Heels. Also, Cynthia and Macy, I hope you have your résumés up to date. Let’s get the food going. I’m getting hungry, but I need to run out for a bit and get stuff for Brucie.”
Mary said, “I have everything in the car. I’ll get it. Can someone help?” Macy and Helen went with her. I was surprised she went outside dressed in a thong and bra. I guess she wanted to make a good impression.
Cynthia was grinning, and Doc was just shaking his head. He looked at me and said, “That woman really loves you. Don’t be an ass.”
When the ladies came back, I handed Mary her dress and told her to follow me. I went to the master bedroom and locked the door behind us. Then I told Mary to strip the rest of the way and kneel. I dropped my pants and sat on the edge of the bed. Mary walked over on her knees and went down on me. She had always been good at this, and I had missed it. While she was sucking me, I told her that this would be her main job for a while, but not to expect too much in return. Then I tossed her dress and bra into the hamper, got one of my dress shirts out of the closet, tossed it to her, and said, “For the time being, a shirt like this and a thong is all you are allowed to wear in my house, and only when we have company. If we don’t have company then you wear nothing. Any questions?”
She quietly said, “No.” I waited for her to put the shirt and thong on and then we went back into the living room. The shirt barely covered her nether region. She would have to be careful how she moved. The barbecue went well, and everyone seemed to have a good time. Everyone but Mary left about 5:00. Then I told Mary to come in the living room wearing the bra and thong set. It was Sunday, so there was football. I had Mary fetch me snacks and beer as needed, and blow me during halftime. I told her this could become a regular thing. She seemed OK with the idea.
After the game I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Then I said, “As long as you are a good girl I will let you sleep in my bed — naked, of course. Tomorrow we will discuss how to proceed.” Then we got into bed and went to sleep. She cuddled up to my back. I woke up to her going down on me. It was a great way to wake up. When I was done, I got up to take a shower while Mary went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
When I got to the kitchen, Mary was at the table with a cup of coffee. I poured a cup and sat down with her. She was naked, which is what I had told her the day before, since we didn’t have company. I said, “Nice outfit! I think it’s the best looking one you have. I am glad you remembered.”
Mary paused a moment and then said, very quietly, “I might be a pervert. Last night you made me finish stripping and blow you, then you made me wear just one of your shirts and a thong to the party, and sleep naked. When I woke up I thought you would want me to blow you again, so I did, and I stayed naked because you told me I had to. That was all after you kind of made me take my dress off in front of everyone. I have never been so turned on in my life. I have been dripping since yesterday morning. OK, I haven’t had sex since you left, but still. I never knew being totally controlled like that would excite me so much. Are you going to let me stay? I promise I will act like this every day from now on.” As she said that, she knelt next to me and started fondling my penis.
I pulled her up and had her sit on my lap facing the table. Her legs were outside of mine. Then I started gently rubbing around her pussy. She was like the Everglades down there. When I could tell she was close, I stopped. She started begging, and I said, “Be quiet and sit in your own chair. Here’s what we will do. You will go back to your place and get more of what you need. Make several trips if you have to, but be back here before I get home from work. Also, stop by your work and quit. We don’t need the money. I will arrange for the restraining order to be suspended and pause the divorce. Any questions?”