GA just sat sputtering, staring at whomever this woman was, unable to form cogent thoughts. He was more shocked than he had ever been in his life.
“And GA, it will be your fault if we divorce because it is so unnecessary. I have had five different lovers in this period, and have you noticed anything different? You know you haven’t, I am still the same loving wife and mother I have always been. So yes, you are going to allow me this pleasure without disrupting our family.” Elizabeth B. Custer said this smugly, as she sat with her arms folded across her chest. She had her legs crossed at the knees and she was bouncing her foot up and down as if she were impatiently waiting for a petulant child to comply.
“Now, the kids are gone for the night. I need you to go upstairs, take off your clothes, and make love to me. That’s why I need you. My other men are just big dicked human dildos to me…..” She was being sincere but never got to finish her thoughts. As she had expected, she saw GA leap to his feet. He stared piercingly at her, and for the briefest moment, she saw an evil menacing look flash across his face before he wordlessly stormed out of the house. He slammed the front door behind him so hard their wedding picture fell off the wall and crashed to the ground. It shattered the glass in the frame that left a jagged tear across their innocent brightly smiling faces.
Lizzie wasn’t overly concerned about his reaction. The girls had prepped her on what she could expect as an initial reaction from him. Their advice was to let him go and stew on it for a few days. The husband always did that before they realized they had no alternative and returned. The ladies’ further advice was when the wayward husband did come back, which was usually within three or four days, they should stand firm but be caring and attentive. It was a time to show the cuckold husband their love.
If the wife really wanted to take it further into a female-led relationship it should be done gradually. Wait until the husband accepted each step until she got the relationship where she wanted it. She could then take her rightful place as head of the household. She would be able to not only teach her daughters how to be the dominant partner but educate her sons that it was their proper place to be submissive to their wives.
She did feel bad about using the children, but her friends told her that without using them as weapons, she would never be able to control her husband and lead the life she desired. She sighed, but it had to be done. Besides, once GA got used to the changes, his life would be better also.
Later that evening, Lizzie asked her friends about the scary look he gave her during her planned Zoom call after her husband stormed out. She had to smile to herself. When the ladies first suggested the call, she countered by saying, “how am I going to do that if he doesn’t leave?” They had laughed good-naturedly at her ignorance and set up the call anyway. The ladies said that was normal and just a typical male response to conflict. She guessed they were right. They had been right about everything so far.
Two of the ladies who had the most obstinate husbands said they got the same look, but both were now full-time compliant submissives. They even helped their wives get dressed for their lovers. Talk like this always got Lizzie wet as she could barely contain her excitement at the thought of her future life.
Lizzie spent a few pleasant moments thinking back to how she went from a typical suburban middle-class wife to her current position of power. If it wasn’t for a chance meeting, one day with the three ladies that had become her close confidants and mentors; she wondered if she would have spent the rest of her life in ignorant subservience.
On that fateful day, she had left the 3 older children with her mother. She was tired and needed a break. She enjoyed being a full-time mom, but it was taking its toll on her. Her life seemed so routine and bland. And, it didn’t appear there was any end to it in sight. Lizzie loved her husband, but lately she sometimes wondered if he truly appreciated how hard things were for her. So, to decompress, she was taking a leisurely stroll with the baby through her favorite park.
When she sat down at a table for a moment to help the baby with her bottle, three ladies approached her. They all had young ones in strollers too. They seemed very worldly and self-confident to Lizzie as they spoke about their families. They all agreed that they should meet at the park every week, or ditch the kids and go drink margarita’s at Pablo’s Hole in the Wall, nearby. They had a good laugh and all agreed it was a great idea.
It was at one of the meetings at Pablo’s that her seduction had started. Lizzie had noticed during their meetings that they all spoke lovingly of their families, including their husbands, but she got the sense from them that they treated their husbands almost as one of their children. When they were all well lubed from finishing their second Cadillac Margarita, Lizzie asked them about her perception. They all laughed uproariously. They then methodically initiated Lizzie into how life should work.