What Did She Do?

Yes, there is sex in this fictional account but there are no participants under the age of eighteen. 4469 Words according to Microsoft Word. Not long or involved, just a small slice of a life.

What Did She Do?

As I ended the phone call, I took the opportunity to start the video app and then casually put my phone back into my shirt pocket so that the lens was pointed out. I could only hope that the microphone wasn't covered and the ensuing conversation would be clear as a bell. Oh, well, this wasn't a movie and there would be no do-overs. I sighed as I turned to my wife, Lisa Ann, and the smirk on her face.

"Was that your girlfriend? Did she say any trash about me?" The smirk was almost more than I could bear. I wanted so much to reach out and slap it right off her face, but my dad had instilled in me at an early age that boys don't hit girls, no matter what the provocation. I schooled my face into my best stoic stone face. I needed her to lord it over me. At least for the short near term.

I decided to answer. "No, I have told you and told you that I have no girlfriend. I have only you, dear wife. That was a client. SHE happens to be a female CLIENT and SHE is very unhappy right now."

She didn't lose the smirk. "I will bet your 'client' is named Jill Greenlee." She used her fingers in that famous way of air quotes around the word client. "You know, the 'client' you have been having all of those lunches and evening meetings with."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I tried to explain to you that her late partner left a mess of an estate and that it is taking a lot of time and meetings to sort it all out. We finished the other day and she will be just a former client when the courts have finalized probate. That will be in a couple of weeks. We have no plans for any more meetings."

Lisa Ann's response was quick and, based on the discussion, actually angry ranting, that I had just been the recipient of on the phone, very smug. "Yeah, I know. That's what she said when I visited her at her home earlier today. What a pack of lies. But she learned a lesson. Specifically to not mess with a married man, my married man." She cackled an evil little cackle. Lisa Ann was very proud of herself.

I had to move this along. There was not a lot of time, at least that was what Jill had said on the phone. "Why did you go to her home and what, pray tell, are you talking about? What lesson did she learn?"

"Well, Husband of Mine, at first, I just wanted to confront the little bitch. But when I got there and found out what a little doll made of China that she is, well I decided to teach her a lesson that she will not soon forget. My spies didn't tell me that she was such a little cute thing. Hell, she can't be five foot tall and can't weigh over 90 pounds. Still, she has a nice shape to her. Her little breasts are just right for her body size and she has killer legs. I can see why she might be interesting to a big brute like you. I'll bet you just throw her around the bed and move her into any position that you want, something you can't do to me."

I guess here is where I need to provide a little back story. My name is Kelly Ryan. I stand 6 foot 5 inches tall and weigh 225 pounds, of which, very little is body fat. I was a linebacker in college and work to maintain my physique. I have the dark hair of the Irish along with blue eyes. I am not vain enough to say that I am handsome but various women have stated that I am quite handsome and a catch. I usually just shrug my shoulders when I am praised like that.

I am a tax attorney and my client, Jill Greenlee, came to me after her business partner passed away and we, a couple of estate attorneys and a good accountant, had sorted out the whole mess so she could inherit and not have the IRS breathing down her neck. Yes, she is a little cutie and I have been tempted to stray many times but I believe in my marital vows and also that a man's honor is his bond. Break any promise or vow and no one trusts you anymore. I know, I know, you don't expect that from an attorney, but it is what it is.

My wife of fifteen years is the former Lisa Ann Grendel. She is not a shrinking violet. She is almost 6 foot tall with an hourglass figure that she works hard to keep. I have no idea about bra size or weight, just that she has enough bust to grab men's attention and her legs and ass are to die for.

Lisa Ann also does MMA to keep limber and flexible. She is strong and, truth be told, is not adverse to becoming physical when she is angry and in an argumentative mode. She slapped me a couple of times during our courtship and early years of marriage but finally learned that, while I won't hit a woman, I will keep her from hitting me. Blocking her strikes and slaps caused her to have bruises on her forearms that she didn't wish to explain so she refrains from hitting out at me. I also learned early on to keep my distance when her ire is flying high. I also rarely lose my temper with her as someone has to maintain control. For example, right at this moment I had to keep control and keep her feeling superior and talking. Well, gloating actually.

I love my wife but being in a relationship with her has always been tempestuous. You would think she had red hair instead of light brown hair with auburn highlights, that was how passionate she could be. Yes, I know, that is a generalization but apropos as a description right here. I have to admit I had been drawn to that passion for life and love since the very beginning of knowing her. When she is happy her eyes dance with mirth and her smile lights up the room. When she is sad or angry her eyes almost change color and her facial expressions let you know exactly where you stand. She has no poker face, like I was trying to maintain at the moment.

For all her height and her looks, Lisa Ann is also insecure and has a less than stellar self esteem. While a great athlete playing basketball and volleyball in high school, and basketball in college, she was not the popular girl on campus. I suppose her height had a lot to do with that. Average sized guys don't date Amazons. Hell, even with me, Lisa Ann wouldn't wear any heel over a couple of inches in height. So, that poor self esteem would manifest itself in almost insane jealousy. Well, until today when that jealousy may have crossed the line into insanity.

For all her temper and poor self esteem, Lisa Ann is a person with good close friends and is a successful manager of a sporting goods store. Her customers love discussing equipment to maximize any sport they are undertaking. She is very knowledgeable about everything carried in her store and also what her competitors carry.

Over the years that we have been together, Lisa Ann's jealousy has erupted at sometimes strange times. Her friends habitually flirt with me when we are all out together and Lisa Ann will only make a snide comment about how I must want to fuck them all. All at once or one at a time, you pick as she will sometimes zero in on one friend or the other or all of them at the same time. We all laugh it off.

But, then we might be out shopping and a diminutive woman might ask me to get something off a high shelf. Depending on how confident she feels that moment, Lisa Ann might smile at my chivalrous helping of someone or suddenly start with angry whispers that escalate into loud rants at how I must be fucking this poor woman that I only helped get a product off the shelf. No matter what I say or do to defend myself and my innocent actions, she firmly believes I am looking to cheat on her and rub her face in my blatant infidelity.

Early on, when we were dating, I thought it was actually kind of cute, that jealousy, and actually would casually flirt with someone at a party just to wind Lisa Ann up a little. One night, when she really let loose, I had to physically remove her from the party as she was going to rearrange a poor girl's features, and I mean all of her features, when I flirted a little too much. I had not done anything physical with the girl but we had pretty brazenly made suggestive comments to each other and excluded Lisa Ann from the conversation.

Any smile I might have had on my face went away in a heartbeat when Lisa Ann started screaming at me and then launched a vicious right hook at the girl's face. Luckily the girl had quick reflexes and avoided a bone breaking punch. I would bet that she still might have been bruised from the strike. I then had to step between them before Lisa Ann could follow up with a kick or blow and grab her and drag her out of the venue. I was bruised for a couple of weeks from stopping her from further assaulting this unsuspecting girl.

That stopped me from ever flirting again, except with someone Lisa Ann was confident in, as her friends are wont to be.

While these thoughts randomly ran through my brain, Lisa Ann was crowing and still looking very smug. I needed her to tell me what she did to Jill. "What specifically did you do to Jill Greenlee when you went to her house, Dear?"

Her very satisfied smile was almost a leer. "I rang her doorbell and then knocked. I wanted her to understand from the get-go that I had no patience for her. When she answered the door I made sure of who she was. There was no sense in losing my temper with hired help or maybe a roommate, was there? As soon as she admitted who she was, I told her my name. The little bitch actually looked like she didn't recognize my name. Don't you ever disparage me while you are fucking the little thing?" She actually paused as though I was going to answer her.

She continued. "Since she is so tiny, I immediately decided to get in her personal space so I stepped in close to tell her what I thought of her being a home wrecker and trying to steal my man."

Lisa Ann then screamed at me. "I yelled at her! 'You conniving bitch, I know you and my husband have been bumping uglies and laughing at me! You need to learn a lesson about fucking married men and I am going to provide that lesson!' She tried to step back but I kept stepping right with her and making her lean back to see my face. As I told her off I poked my finger in her chest to make my point." Lisa Ann looked at me intently to see my response.

She chuckled. "I guess I might have been a little forceful as her face was getting wet from my spittle. The bitch kept trying to wipe it off so I went ahead and spit on her face so she could understand me better."

I ruefully shook my head as she took a breath. "Is that all you did?"

Her leer got worse. "Of course not! She kept denying any wrongdoing so I had to up my game. I grabbed her and picked her up. God, she is light! I carried her into her dining room and pulled out a chair with my free hand and sat down and put her across my lap. She was yelling at me to let her go so I popped her one on the ass. That just made her yell louder so I popped her one again. She must not have felt any pain so I ripped down her jean shorts so I could get to her ass better."

She stopped for a moment. "Did you know she wears a thong? I don't know how anyone, outside of porn, can wear a thong comfortably. And it was red. Perfect color for what I wanted to do. I then blistered her ass with my hand until her entire ass looked the same color as her thong." She stopped her tale to let out a satisfied laugh.

I shook my head in disbelief. Lisa Ann had admitted to trespassing and assault and battery and didn't seem done yet.

She showed me her right hand. It was swollen and very red. "See! I hurt my hand on your little doxy. I'll bet her little ass will be sore for a week. But you know what? I kept demanding that she admit your affair and apologize to me the whole time I was spanking her and she kept denying it. What a stupid woman. All she had to do was admit her and your guilt and I would have stopped but she kept telling me that I was crazy."

Lisa Ann started to breathe hard with her telling me about her afternoon. "And you, you bastard, you just stand there like a statue while I tell you how I spanked your lover. Have you no feeling for your lover or is she just a tight pussy to fuck?"

I had to try and deescalate Lisa Ann. "I have tried to explain to you that I have no lover, other than you. You are the only woman I have been with since I met you. I am sorry that you thought I was having an affair. I have female clients, just like you have male customers. I don't think you are fucking around on me. I have no idea why you keep thinking I am fucking around on you."

"Bullshit! You have been fucking her for weeks. I know it. My friends have seen you out with her. You always looked so cozy together."

I shook my head in denial again. I needed her to tell me more. "Was that all you did to her? Do you think we can apologize for your behavior and not have her sue us?"

"Sue us? That bitch had better not. I will make her understand that our little get-together today was a walk in the park if she tries to sue." She took another breath. "After I hurt my hand slapping her ass, I dumped her on the floor. She was crying but still denying any affair. That pissed me off even more. I pulled her up by her blouse and slapped her face a couple of times to get her attention again. Her fucking blouse ripped and I found out she doesn't wear a bra. What a lovely little set of titties she has. So, I couldn't have that so I slapped her titties a couple of times." She chuckled a little. "They jiggled so nicely. Very pretty little titties. Her nipples are like little berries so I pinched them and twisted them hard a couple of times. She tried to pull my hands away but I am a lot stronger than a little wimp like her." She ended that little tidbit with a cackle.

"You know I am not a lesbian but she kind of turned me on. Being so petite I could manhandle her and she knew it. She actually whimpered when I let her titties go but she still wouldn't admit her guilt. What a dumb bitch!"

I felt like my head was going to fall off my neck from shaking it so much. My mouth was dry as I tried to ask, "What else did you do?"

She hesitated for a moment but her need to gloat got the better of her. She gave out her little sadistic chuckle again. "Well, you have to picture what I was seeing. Your little lover, Jill, was sitting on her perfect little, but very red ass, on the floor with her blouse in tatters and only a tiny thong protecting her tiny little cunt. Her face was streaked with her tears and my spit. I was really getting turned on. The little bitch was my little bitch right then and needed to fully understand that."

Lisa Ann stopped to wipe the spittle from her mouth and also take a drink of her bottled water. She then leaned back, looking very confident and in control. "I stood over her and pulled my blouse off and dropped it on her face. While she was pulling my blouse off her face, I undid my bra and let the girls loose. She tried to beg me to stop whatever I was doing to her but I leaned down and picked the little thing off the floor and held her up so my titties were in her face. I told her to suck my nipples. God, they were so hard and needful of attention.

She didn't comply so I pinched her, on her back, until she started to cry out and then she started to suckle. After a few seconds she seemed to get into it and gave both my nipples a work out. God, my pussy was starting to soak my panties. I carried the little wimp into her living room and I sat down on her nice big couch, keeping her on my lap so she could love on my boobs. I told her to lick and suck all over my tits and she went at it, reluctantly at first but all I had to do was tell her that I would blister her ass with something bigger and better than my hand. She worked them over."

Lisa Ann paused in her diatribe to open her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her chest was heaving from her level of anger, maybe excitement or arousal, I have no idea. There were marks all over her normally lovely breasts. There was even a bite mark or two. Lisa Ann didn't seem to feel that these bruises were painful as she caressed her breasts and continued. "Look, isn't this great? She did a great job on my tits. I actually had a little orgasm."

Lisa Ann shrugged her shoulders. "It might have been because I was forcing the little hussy to love on me but, oh damn, it was so good. I was so turned on that I needed more. I shoved her off my lap and then stood and picked her up again and had her direct me to the bedroom. I know you are very familiar with it. What better place to get some more revenge for you fucking around on me? Huh? No answer from the peanut gallery?"

I shook my head in denial and sadness that the woman that I loved was so jealous that she had done this. Of course, Lisa Ann misinterpreted my gesture and continued.

"I dumped her on the bed, grabbed that red thong and ripped it off her legs. Damn, those things are stronger than they appear. That alone might have left marks on her." She giggled at the memory.

"Then I shed the rest of my clothes. Kitty needed some loving. I know your little doxy is only into men but I hoped she could use her tongue well enough to make me happy. She had such a pathetic look on her face that made me just want to sit on it. So I did. I forced her to lay flat and I took my place where she couldn't get away from my pussy. I was facing her torso, and when she didn't take the hint and start licking, I squeezed her tits until I left marks on her. She got the message and started to lick me. I also rubbed up and down from her nose to her chin for extra stimulation. I even made her spread her legs and rubbed her pussy to help motivate her. About the time I lost control and really rammed my crotch up and down on her face, she suddenly let out a scream, well pretty much muffled by my pussy, and jerked all over as she had a big climax too."

She had a very self-satisfied look on her face now. "I must have worn the little bitch out as she went limp after that cum. I moved off her face and thought that I should have taken a picture of her wet face but I had left my phone with my clothes so I didn't bother."

She stopped talking and just sat there and stared at me, silently daring me to say something provocative. I think my question surprised her as I didn't deny, again, that Jill was not my lover. "Did you do anything else to her? Did you punch her or poke her?"

That self satisfied smirk came back. "Did I punch her? No. I didn't. I didn't need to. She was beaten and now just my little sex toy. Something I feel you are very familiar with. Did I poke her? I guess you might say that. She was spread out on her king sized bed. So small in that huge bed. So soft and pretty. Even naked, looking innocent and untouched. Her little pussy lips were barely open, even after such a climax. I was curious so I spread out her lips so I could see her dainty little pussy hole. It looked tasty so I did something I have never done before. I gave her a little lick. All the way from her tiny little rosebud to her tiny little clit. I licked and then licked again. After this, I might not resist when one of my girlfriends suggests that I eat her pussy. Very tasty."

I let my face appear shocked. Lisa Ann took this as a gesture to continue. She giggled. "Yes, your very straight wife licked a pussy. Your lover's pussy. Maybe we should share her someday. Anyhow, her tiny little pussy hole seemed too small to handle your average sized cock so I had to explore the contradiction. I wet my finger and slowly slid it into her cunt. She grunted as I did so. One finger and she seemed like it was uncomfortable. How hard is it to get her cunt ready for your cock, huh?"

I didn't respond, just reschooled my poker face and listened. "Well, I finally sank one finger into her tight hole. She has very tight muscle control. I swear she almost milked my finger. That was another turn-on, so I fucked her tight little cunt until it started to loosen up. Then I added another and worked up until I had four fingers banging away at her cunt. I was ready to fist the little bitch but then decided to use her other hole and started to work fingers from my other hand into her tiny little ass. Before she came again, I had four fingers in her snatch and three fingers in her ass. I don't know which was tighter but both holes slammed down on my fingers as she came."

Lisa Ann lost the self-satisfied look for a moment. "You know, I went to fuck her up, not to have her get great pleasure, but it couldn't be helped. After that, I told her to quit fucking you while I got dressed. I put my bra in my pocket and stuffed my panties in her mouth. That should piss her off. Anyhow, then I left and came back here to have it out with you."

Just as she was going to let me know how I was going to pay for my perceived transgression, the doorbell rang. I put up my hand to stop her rant. "There is someone at the door. Can you hold it until I get rid of whomever is there?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

I had an idea who might be there as I stopped my recording and went to the door. Yep, I was right. Two uniformed law enforcement members were at my door. I stepped outside for a private conversation. I also gave them my phone and my pin number. They promised to return it as soon as possible.

We then went inside. "Lisa Ann, these fine members of the law enforcement community wish to speak with you."

One of the cops identified herself and then asked Lisa Ann to identify herself. After Lisa Ann complied the cop read Lisa Ann her Miranda rights and then told her that she was under arrest for assault and battery, criminal trespassing, and sexual assault. She quickly placed cuffs on Lisa Ann's wrists before Lisa Ann could even start to protest. As they all headed out of the house I yelled out to Lisa Ann, "When I get to a phone, I will call for an attorney and also arrange bail. Your belongings will be sent to your parents. I am also contacting a divorce attorney as I cannot be married to an accused rapist. Bye, now. Take care."

I couldn't handle her jealousy any longer and did take care to get her out of my life. The divorce was finalized as she waited for her trial to begin. You know how slow the courts are these days. I split our assets as the court decreed and made sure she had everything she deserved before her conviction. Did I get with Jill Greenlee? Are you kidding? She is a very pretty, petite woman but very much a lesbian. Actually, I think she is trying to develop a relationship with Lisa Ann for when she gets out of jail. And I am sure that Lisa Ann will get plenty of practice as a female lover while incarcerated.

I am slowly getting into the dating scene but I am going very slowly. I don't want Lisa Ann 2.0 after all.