Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch 00

Mistress Wife - Ch. 00

This belongs to a lot of different categories because people are not one dimensional. However, it also includes a lot of set up for the rest of the story. If you are looking for a quickie, this isn't it. But if you like getting to know the entire situation, give it a try.

Remember this is FICTION and no people living or dead or being portrayed within.

Thank you for reading!

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The perfect posture would give the man away as military or recent military, even if the build and precision of his movements did not - they did, though.

Mark dropped down off a 2nd story beam. His smile looked completely genuine as his hand came out, "Brother!"

The man was caught off guard. He looked around. "Me?"

Mark laughed. "Sorry. My family tells me that I can be too enthusiastic. I figure we are all brothers under the camouflage." Through the entire statement, Mark kept his hand out for the handshake that he expected. Actually, he may have extended it into the man's personal space a bit. But he toned down the 1000 watt smile a bit.

"OH! I get that. Sorry. I wasn't expecting..." He shook Mark's hand.

"You were expecting either the 'hut hut hut' or the long hair and CPTSD to have taken over."

The man shrugged and tilted his head to the left. "To be honest... yeah."

"Maybe I can accommodate you later." Mark laughed. "But what can I do for you right now?"

"OH! Right. I am from the VA and I hear that all of your crew is made of Veterans, is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir. But they don't need the VA services."

The man shook his head negatively twice and was very tight lipped. Who did this clown think he was? "You cannot answer for other men."

"Well... first of all it is people...."

"What?"

"If you had not interrupted me, you would already understand."

All semblance of a smile was gone from his face and his voice. That was so uncommon that his entire team had stopped working to see what was going on.

"May I continue, uninterrupted?" The other man just nodded.

"You said I could not speak for my men. I do not hire men. I hire Veterans and that includes women, hence, you should have said people.

"However, I can speak for my people. I pay them enough that they can afford to pay for rent and food and clothing and utilities. I know that is not always the case these days but there it is. As far as recovery and meetings, therapy, we do those too." The crew who had been working were adding their own "damn rights," "fuck yeahs," and similar in the background. "And as far as the medical care, they are covered 100% at the best local hospitals."

"How? You can't be making enough money to pay like that? Are you embezzling?" The man was giving Mark a very suspicious eye.

"I am only answering you because I still feel the ties that bind us to the same land. But I am done after this. I cannot embezzle anything from anyone. I am the owner of the company. Now, just go."

Whoever he was and whatever he wanted, the man from the Veteran's Administration did leave.

Mark put his hand in the air and did the round up gesture. He yelled out to his crew at the same time. "We are already ahead on this project. Go to one of my other sites or go home. If you go to one of the other sites just check in there to find out where you will be most helpful. Personally, I got a workout with my girlfriend waiting for me!"

Mark listened to the good natured hoots and hollers. He would know who went where. That was why he supplied them with cell phones. As long as they were working they had to have the location services turned on. After work, they could turn them off if they wanted to. But this way there was no punching in, no disagreements about someone disliked them so they lied. Sometimes it was all about knowing how to avoid arguments before they happened.

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When Mark got into his Ramcharger, he plugged in his phone and took off immediately. He knew he was either going to his home or Sara's home and both lay in the same direction."Call Sara."

Instead of "Calling Sara" his phone said "Yes, Sir." Mark's laugh rang out loudly since there was no engine noise to speak of. He wondered when she had done that.

"Paralegal?" A slightly frazzled female voice answered the phone.

"Oh, still working, are we?"

"Oh! Daddy! I can meet you at home in... ummm... 20 minutes... or so."

"Sara Dear, is that my home or your home?"

"Oh, better make that your home or it will be quite awhile longer. Mine is a pig sty."

"And that is why I love you too much to move in with you, my Sweet Girl. So meet me at home as soon as you can. For every moment it takes you past 20 minutes I will have to punish you."

"NO! Not that!" Sara laughed. Her coworkers looked at her very strangely. "Shhhh." "OK, let me go so I can finish and get out of here. I love you."

"See you soon, Baby." Mark hung up in a very good mood.

He and Sara had been going out for 3 years. That number would have been a lot in high school. It did not seem to be very much to him now. But his last commitment ended after 14 years. And then only because he lost 37% of his vision during a bombing on his transport vehicle.

"Incoming Call from Veronica"

"Answer. Hi Sis!" Mark was always happy to hear from either one of his sisters.

"Hi Mark! Glad you are alive!"

"Yeah, yeah. I don't call, I don't write. But hey, I can answer the phone now!"

"Definitely an improvement! So why don't I have an invitation to the wedding yet?"

"And that is why I don't call you. If you promise to stay off that subject, I won't hang up right now."

"OK, OK, I yield! Like always, brother! I guess this at least means that there hasn't been a break up yet?"

"Awfully close to the same subject. Is there anything else?"

"YES! Don't hang up!"

"I'm listening." But the smile was gone from his voice. If she needed a favor this was the wrong way to get there.

"I need a favor." Mark released a deep hum from his throat. "Wait! I know I approached it wrong for a favor for me. But please talk Dean out of enlisting!"

"Enlisting for what?"

"The military!"

"I know that, Veronica. I mean Army, Navy, Marines or Air Force? Believe it or not, there is a difference. He could use some growth as could any 18 year old but the Marines are a bit more harsh than anyone else."

"Ummm, you might not think it is a big deal, but the Coast Guard. It is so dangerous right now! The drugs and people import/export-ers are quite brutal!"

"Calm down, Mama. Don't get ahead of yourself. If your son wants to join the Coast Guard, let him. He's 18 and an adult. Just make sure that he knows why you are scared and give him REAL information, not your paranoia."

"You won't help me?"

"Veronica, believe it or not, I AM helping you. You have a young man in your house. If you try to shut this down, the measured approach that Dean is taking will be gone. He'll say screw that and follow in my footsteps instead. You don't want that. I mean the Army is one thing, trying out for the Green Berets is something else, you don't want him following me. How often could you get in touch with me? And when I was in DC, how long could I talk for?" Mark had no sign of being jovial but he didn't have any signs of distress in his voice either. Just "what you see is what you get" attitude.

Somehow Veronica didn't believe his wysiwyg because she knew her brother. But he hadn't said or done much of anything to show her otherwise. He heard her sigh over the phone. "Thanks. You know if Dean gets shot I will blame...."

"Me. I know"

"NO! Mark, never! I was going to say that I would blame myself! I thought you knew that. I would never blame you for what my son did."

"Then how can you blame yourself? The day he turned 18, every decision became his own. Just like yours became your own, when you chose to have him."

"Thank you. I love you, brother." She hung up immediately.

Hmph. Mark wondered if he should call his nephew. He just sighed. Dean had his number if he wanted to talk. This day was getting complicated. He still wanted a little time to pick up his place before Sara got there, too. He had left out yesterday's dirty clothes that needed to get out of the hamper and go into the laundry room. There was a coffee cup and small plate from this morning that needed cleaning. Oh, and he still had a clean load of wash in the dryer that he had to fold and put away. He had not been making enough time to take care of his home.

By the time Sara arrived, everything was spotless. The home down right sparkled from floor to ceiling everywhere she looked. And she knew that Mark had been cleaned from head to toes too. But there was an exception at the moment.

As Mark and Sara lay in his king-size bed next to the open sliding glass door, Mark retrieved his arm from underneath Sara's head. He turned on his side to face her. "Sweetheart, you know that what I say to you always comes from a place of love, right?"

"Oh no. I know that, yes. What's wrong?"

"You seem to be a bit of a Pigpen. Like from the comic strip. You bring the dirt and mess with you."

Sara blinked. She didn't bring much with her when she came over. It was a "school night" after all.

Mark looked down at his cock.

Sara followed his eyes with hers. She then dove down onto it at speed.

He laughed only because he KNEW that she would stop her dive before impact. She had before anyway! If she did not this time, he was still prepared to prevent any harm that could befall him. Not sure how she would feel colliding with his hand to her face but that would be her problem if and only if she didn't plan to pull up short.

In the end all was well. Cock cleaned off, Mark got up and went to the kitchen for a bottle of water, and brought one back for himself as well.

When he got back to the bedroom, he admired the view from above, of his lovely Sara. She was 7 years younger in physical age but in experience their ages were vastly different. He was so glad of that! She was so full of chaos and mayhem, usually in the best ways.

Her eyes were closed. He knew that she knew he was there. So, he simply dropped the cold water bottle on top of her.

She jumped and practically hovered over the bed.

"Chaos, Mayhem and Magic, that's what this little girl is made of!"

"Daddy!! That's COLD!"

"Yep. Drink at least a quarter of the bottle and then come cuddle up with me on the couch."

"Is there a blankie?"

"Nope. Just me."

"Can I bring one?"

"Yeah. Please. Your feet are blocks of ice."

"HEY!"

"Aw, baby. Truth hurts." Sara threw a blanket at him as he ducked out to the living room.

He was on the couch looking out the window watching the local animal life bending the long grasses and eating whatever was in season. The windows were open but with no noise from the living room at all, they were not scared. Mark breathed steadily and evenly, then he leaned forward on the sofa. He briefly closed his eyes. His mind went elsewhere. He stood up without making a sound, seemingly without disturbing the air.

There was a click behind him. Mark spun quickly. Sara stood there smiling. His game was over but that was ok. Sara was a much more fun thing to play with!

"What is it you are doing when I catch you just standing there?"

"Just looking outside. I love that the animals come so close since it is so quiet in here but I love it more that you are in here with me and we can make it an unquiet place." He waggled his eyebrows.

Then he dove for the couch so he got there before Sara could. He sat back into the corner.

"Come on in, the water is fine."

"Here I come, Coach!" Sara held her nose as if she were diving underwater as she dove for the couch. This time, Mark did use one hand around his dick, as if it were a cup.

They both laughed while they arranged themselves.

"Wait a minute." Sara's voice was very serious.

Mark was immediately on alert but not thinking that there were any dangers. His house was set in the middle of 640 overgrown acres of land. "What is wrong?"

"Well, not wrong but not right. You say that you are a veteran of war."

"Sara, what the fuck?"

"No. Wait a minute. You are old! And a veteran because you were physically disabled due to your service, right?"

Mark made a deep throat sound again. He put his fist to his forehead. "What is with everyone today?" he muttered to himself. "Sara, would you like to rephrase that as if you were talking to a friendly witness?"

"OH! I don't mean that. I mean at age 35, and given military experience for 14 years, and having a disability of some sort (that I have never actually seen any physical evidence of because you are so awesome!) isn't it true, Mr Wiess that having cum twice already this evening, you should not now be hard again already? Unless, you have taken a little something naughty for me?"

"I have not taken anything except water. Speaking of which, are you hungry? I can make something."

Realizing that she would get no other information or answers, Sara just answered what she was asked.

"But, but, then how would I stay warm?"

"Didn't you bring out a blanket?"

"To use WHILE cuddling on you. If you are gone, I need MORE!"

"I think you will live." Mark slipped out from underneath Sara so he could go cook in the kitchen.

Sara yelled out to him, "have you ever thought about getting a dog?"

"Someone has to be home to take care of the dog. It is not nice to the dog and very messy, otherwise."

After just a bit, Mark came in with chopsticks, a fork, 2 plates of egg rolls and shrimp chow mein that he had made from scratch. He gave her one plate and the fork. As he began to sit with his plate of food, Sara said, "Well, have you thought about getting married?"

Mark put his plate on the table in front of him. He grabbed Sara's 2 hands. "Sara, we've discussed this."

Sara tried to grab her hands back but his grip, even when just holding her hands lightly was too much to move from if he didn't allow it. "No, you misunderstand me. I love you too much to marry you."

Mark took a big sigh of relief and let her hands go. He grabbed chopsticks for himself. While he was raising them to his face, Sara asked again, "But have YOU thought about getting married?"

Mark looked at Sara, and put his chopsticks in her mouth. He put the heel of his hands over his eyes. What the fuck happened to this day? It started out fine, then it got weird, weirder and now this!

"Sara, I love you. I think I have told you that." She nodded and very intelligently said nothing else. "And I do not want to marry you because I don't want to resent the fact that I have to clean up after you when I am also the one with a lot more of the money, and the one who cooks and there is no delivery here... and on and on." She nodded. "So why would I get married? To whom would I get married if not to you? What in the fucking world are you thinking?"

There was silence. Sara knew when to wait her turn. Mark rubbed his forehead. He took a deep breath in for 3. Hold it for 3. Exhaled it for 3. Held for 3. Repeated.

"Alright. Your turn. Go ahead."

"Your first question was why would you get married and I have multiple answers to that. One is so that you can mitigate the Sara effect of mayhem and chaos. Sometimes I am too much for you, alone. If I could bounce off someone else too, it might help. Or if you could bounce off someone else too it might help. You know either let me get my craziest ideas out on her or you can commiserate with her. That kind of thing.

Number 2 or 3 depending on how you want to count that one, is that I don't think I can fulfill you alone any more. I mean I am ready and able to do whatever you want. But you are still ready to go. I don't think I can do it alone. We have all the toys and weapons. We use them, too. But..." She sighed. " I don't know what is missing for you because nothing is missing for me." He had an idea but would never tell her. She liked to be road hard and put away wet, as his father would have said. And he liked that she liked it. But sometimes he wanted someone who wanted gentle -- either so that he could be gentle or so that his not gentle could tear their world apart. But she was still listing reasons, so he zoned back in. "... that way she can do the cooking and cleaning and baby carrying and baby raising. I mean I don't think I ever want to get pregnant but if it happened she could still be the cow and give it milk and be home for it. But then YOU get all the neatness, I get to live with you and she gets to be a housewife."

Sara sat there grinning from ear to ear.

Uh oh. Mark thought he must have missed the most important part of this reveal. "I am sorry, did you answer the WHO part of this and I missed it?"

She cleared her throat. "Well, no, but I have an idea."

"Care to share it with me?"

"Do I have to share it, right now? I was thinking I might invite a few different people and you could decide who you liked?"

"Yes, you need to share it now. Do you need me to get it out of you?"

Sara whined high pitched and wiggled her wet cunt on his leg.

Mark's voice was deep and thick when he told her that if she wanted him to interrogate her she better put on play clothes to start with. She knew the ones he meant. She had a few there. If he was making a point to put on any of them, they would soon cease to exist. "When you are dressed, go outside the back door and sit on your knees with your hands up behind your head." He figured that all of these instructions had given her enough chances to back out, if she did not want an interrogation scene. She knew how tough they could get. From water to light to noise to nothing and a whole lot in between, she had tried much of it over 3 years and watched even more.

Then Mark's voice was deep and condescending, "Understand, bitch?"

Sara nodded. He grabbed her tit and twisted - not the nipple, a pinched piece of skin. "Yes!" Nothing changed. "Yes, Sir!" He let go. Sara went to find her play clothes.

Mark cleaned up the plates and the blanket from the living room. All of the kitchen items from cooking were already cleaned up. He could see Sara's form outside the back door. She could wait. Then he went to make the bed. He took a shower but that only took a minute. He grabbed a set of fatigues. Then he hid his face and contours behind camouflage. He was unrecognizable. Even his eyes had changed.

Then he avoided throwing his shadow or making any noise, as he opened the back door only enough to get his hand out, grabbed Sara by whatever body part came to hand - he expected it to be her upper arm, boob or neck from her positioning and his. He was right, it was the soft section of her upper arm down by her arm pit. He could not have planned it better.

"OW OW OW!" Sara was coming with him anyway but she was already tearing up.

Honestly that was part of why she liked this kind of play. Pain is good and all but being able to cry because he is so in charge is amazing... especially when you know he won't quit until he gets what he wants.

The first time they learned this was Christmas time of their first year dating when he needed to know what she wanted "from Santa."

Mark guided his prisoner to an "interrogation room" otherwise known as an empty walk-in closet off his bedroom. It was the size of a small bedroom and had power outlets. It was good to be an architect, contractor and builder.

When he brought her in, he shoved her onto a metal chair. He used zip ties to put each of her ankles to each of the back legs of the chair. Then he used another zip tie to put her wrists together behind her. Then he grabbed his knife from his belt. He cut straight down the middle of the waistband in the back of her pants and down. Then from the middle of the waistband in the front of her pants with his knife.

He kept slicing horizontally on each side.

"WAIT! You didn't even try to open them! They will fall right down!! You don't have.... oh.... (whimper) You haven't even asked me a question or told me what..." Mark grabbed a roll of duct tape from behind him and ripped a piece to use as a gag, though he hesitated to place it.

He moved the bright light on the desk into better placement so that it was blinding her to everything in front of her.

He did change his mind. Since he had cut off her pants, he placed the duct tape over her split open slit, as if it were insulting him.

He found the ring gag and placed that into Sara's mouth, wedging her mouth open. The silver ring disappeared behind her teeth.

He used another zip tie to connect her joined wrists to the back of the chair. Then he sliced the shirt off her. This way he could watch her drool down her own chest.

He loved this sight. If it were the only thing he could carry around in his head as a clear image, he would be a happy man. But he was doing this for a reason.

"Stupid fucking bitch decided for me that I should get married to a different fucking whore and keep them both around. Not just around but that I should then LIVE with BOTH cunts."

He reached out and slapped his hand flat, on the top of her thigh.

Sara was panting which made her drool more with her tongue sticking out. "Oh look, I DO have a dog!" So much drool was running down the front of Sara's chest that it almost (almost!) took Mark a second to realize that the duct tape was getting loosened from underneath because her cunt was running too.

"She's a goddamn water feature!" He ripped off the duct tape. Turned out it was stuck on the top. Sara didn't like that. In fact all of this was turning out to be not much like she had in mind at all. Not that she wouldn't like it in the end but...

"So I still want to know who you had in mind." Mark asked in his normal voice. THAT really scared Sara. Realizing that the actions he played with were normal to him.

Sara had no obstinance or even playfulness left in her eyes. She didn't know HOW she was supposed to tell him with her hands bound together behind her and a gag in her mouth. If she could, she would tell him everything and anything he wanted to know, right now!

"We are going to play the alphabet game. I am going to do something to you that makes you scream. I will recite the alphabet from a-z or from z-a. When I say the correct letter, you go silent. Understand?" Sara nodded.

But Mark wanted to check that she really understood. He grabbed her nipple and twisted it. She began screaming. She expected him to start saying the alphabet. Instead he just said "understand?" again. She nodded so hard that some spit actually flew off her lip and got to his uniform.

He took out a lighter that she didn't even know that he had. Her eyes went wide and she started screaming her head off.

He had not done anything yet but if it pushed her buttons who was he to say differently, this whole thing was a mind game, even when it was real. "A B....."

Though after the first letter, "K" she was no longer afraid of what he was not going to do - which in this case was burn her. He would never! Not on purpose anyway.

So, he changed tactics to biting her breasts. Good hard bites, but not drawing blood and not scarring. Enough to hurt and feel it tomorrow. Most names that start with K have a vowel towards the beginning of the alphabet in them. He started at Z and worked his way to A.

Then he decided to torture her completely - he played with her clit until she came and only while she was cumming would he say a letter. She was exhausted and overstimulated when he was on the letter C.

After getting to the third letter, for a combination of letters KAR, Mark called the game. The first thing he did was turn the bright light straight up. It was just a desk lamp with a bright white bulb. Nothing inherently evil. However, the overhead light in the closet was a nice low wattage, soft white, so he put that on instead.

Next, he used his knife to cut all 4 of the zip ties.

Sara almost hyperventilated when the knife was against her skin. But Mark wiped all the camouflage off on a black towel -- ok, most of it. His eyes were sparkling again. Then he put the knife against her again and gave her a beat to get used to it.

"It's ok. I trust you, Daddy."

"I've got you, Baby Girl. It was just a scene. You remember your way out, right?"

"Yell RED!"

"That's right, Sweetheart. I will always stop if you use that safeword. And in some cases, if other people are around, they will recognize it too. It is the universal safeword for playing in public. Everything stops. Okay." Sara nodded.

He then began the process of getting his girlfriend returned to 1 piece, in the here and now.

This involved inspections for damage, healing creams, hugs, climbing into bed with popcorn, ice cream and funny movies. Cuddling and making sure that he saw what she needed. Because she was likely to not see what she might need.

A big interrogation scene might send her right into a big Daddy/little girl night where she is very reliant on Daddy to tell her what to do.

This wasn't their biggest one. But that didn't make it not big.

He knew that she would most likely be fine in the morning - 80/20 odds.

"Baby Sara, can you be a big girl for me?" Mark still needed more information.

"Maaaaybe" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Who is Karen?"

"Ooooo." Sara pursed her lips. "Did I tell you her name? I didn't think I did but..."

Mark rushed to reassure her. "No, baby. I just know the chances of that being her name are very good. I guessed after getting the 'R'. You did not tell me. I am sure you probably remember the whole thing. I started and stopped a lot to make you think that you were not thinking clearly." Mark kissed her forehead.

Sara bounced up to get her lips where her forehead was and instead the second kiss landed on her nose. Sara collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Mark laughed at her giggling. She really was a child sometimes and she looked so innocent as long as you only looked at her face.

But then you look down and see that perfectly naughty and beyond willing body. Then you look back up and cannot help but see the dirty mind lurking under there, even if it is simply a mirror of your own.

"Karen is another paralegal in the office. She came in with as open a mind as she could. But she said that she has always dreamed of finishing high school and getting married right away and never having to work at all. She wanted nothing more than being a housewife. But she did not find a husband.

Her parents insisted that she go to college. She did. Still no husband. She is not a freak. She has had boyfriends. Just no husband.

She said that she used to dream of the white dress and the wedding but she realized years ago that the ultimate for her is in the keeping of the house, being able to manage the house on her own, hopefully having a baby or two and taking care of everything while her husband works."

"And what would you expect?"

"What do you mean?" Mark only stared at her. "I mean I would still expect regular sex."

"Do we have regular sex?"

"No, no. That is not what I mean. I would expect to move in and have sex all the time. But I also expect that you would have sex with her too. Maybe with both of us at the same time? But can we watch Looney Tunes first?"

"Of course, Baby." He kissed her nose - on purpose this time. "Bring Karen home from work with you tomorrow."