Over the next two days, things simmered down, and Glen and Cherish slid back into a normal routine, a familiar routine, a routine that scared Glen, actually. He pulled into his driveway Friday evening after work, knowing he couldn't permit more time to pass before he talked to Cherish about how to proceed. If they just allowed things to return to the way they were, they would wind up back in the same situation, with Cherish becoming frustrated and cheating on him again. As much as it was Cherish's responsibility to keep her legs closed, it was his to make sure she remained satisfied. Tonight, he had to figure out how to do that. When he walked into the house, Cherish had already changed into what she called lounging pants, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he scanned her choice of attire. A pair of his old pajama pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a gray pair of socks. She looked...comfortable.Walking over to the fridge, he pulled
Cherish sat in the middle of their bed, wrapping a Toy Story figure for Jordie, Glen sitting across from her, wrapping a race car set. She tucked her sundress tight around her upper legs, giving her space to work in front of her. As soon as Jordie went to bed, Glen made her take her bra and panties off and constantly reached under her dress to grope her, making her giggle, trying her best not to make too much noise and wake up their son. She still couldn't believe how easily Glen took her news earlier. He hadn't been mad at all, not even appearing disappointed in her. Glen never ceased to amaze her with how laid back and accepting he was with things, giving even. Her cheating on him was the only real time she saw him truly upset. She truly didn't deserve him, and he deserved better than her.Once they finished wrapping the presents, he helped her clean up the wrapping supplies, clearing the bed. It was only ten o'clock, too early to hit the sheets yet. She glanced over at him. She grin
They were up early the next morning, Cherish already in the kitchen cooking breakfast, getting things ready for Jordie's birthday party. Glen hopped into the shower, a sense of peace overcoming him after his scene with Cherish last night. She agreed to his terms without arguing, even enjoying his spanking of her ass. She even begged for more. He couldn't believe it. She told him Edwin didn't spank her, and while part of him struggled to believe her, he had to force himself to take her words at face-value. It was hard, considering she lied to him for so long, but if they were to make it, he had to give her the benefit of the doubt. Of course, he still possessed a slew of other questions. While he knew Nick just ordered her about, making her wait on him hand and foot like a servant, Glen wondered if Edwin gave her rules to follow. Glen didn't remember her ever changing the way she dressed, so he doubted the rules had to do with clothing, but did she serve him at work? He forced the que
"No, seriously, what's with all the sirs and this is my job talk?" Aubrey asked as soon as Glen was out the door. "This is totally not Cherish Lansky. Where's the grumpy woman I know and have come to love?"Cherish laughed as she shook her head, pulling out the punch bowl from the bottom cabinet. "We're exploring something new," she told her friend. "And, I have to say, so far, it's hot as hell." She turned to face the redhead. "I can't believe how hot Glen is when he's being all dominant and stuff, giving orders," she sucked in a breath, "spanking me." She giggled, actually giggled. "God, Aubrey, I've never been so wet in my life as I was last night.""Dominant, huh?" Aubrey said. "So that makes you, what, his little submissive? That'll be hard to get used to. Is this a bedroom thing, or are you submitting to him all the time? I noticed you said it was your job to get his coffee."As Aubrey cut carrots and celery, Cherish continued to gather the rest of the things she needed for the p
Cherish opened the door and slid out of her mother's range, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath before moving over to where her father stood talking to a heavyset man with dark hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Glen pulling up along the curb. Good, he'll know more about this than I do. "Hi," she greeted the man. "I think we want it in the backyard. Is that possible?""I can put it anywhere you want as long as there's power nearby for my cords," the man told her.Cherish's father said he'd show the man to the back and help while Cherish turned to make her way over to Glen to help him carry the cake and ice into the house. She smiled as she watched him slide out of her car, her pussy throbbing as she thought back to last night and how he took her in their bedroom. She suddenly wanted to skip Jordie's party just to have Glen to herself."Welcome back, sir," she said as she came to a stop in front of him, a slight bounce in her step as she stood there, hands c
Cherish walked outside, the paper plates and plastic cups in her hands. Aubrey was right, Cherish needed to discover what Glen was so upset about, but she couldn't allow his mood to affect Jordie's party. She forced a smile onto her face as she moved over to the table set up for the supplies, watching as Glen talked to the guy who brought the bounce house as they finished up. She placed the plates and cups on the table and then turned to wait until the two finished talking. Her father had already returned inside, probably a smart move considering how Glen talked to the bounce house guy. Cherish made sure she smiled while she waited, doing her best not to set Glen off any more than he already was.The man started to fill the bounce house with air, the compressor ruining the quietness of the late morning. As he went about his business, Glen moved off to the side, his entire posture shouting anger and frustration. Why?As he neared her, he glanced up, noticing her outside for the first ti
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at