Rick's Wife Monica is a Bitch
Keywords: a, Wife, is, Bitch, Monica, Rick's,
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"Tim, don't talk to me about her 'doing it AGAIN', David said when his patience had run out. Claire told me what happened the first time. You can't blame her for doing what you clearly wanted. You started it, you pushed her to do it, and it's totally hypocritical of you to get mad at her afterwards." That slowed Tim down for a while, and he even had the grace to look abashed.
"How much has she told you about us, anyway? It's probably all lies anyway. She lies to me all the time, but she is what she is. I thought I loved her, but she has just blown it. I can't go through this again, I just can't!"
"Tim, don't you get it. This is all in your fucking head, you idiot. Claire has tried to do what you wanted all along, balancing your pushing to expose her and getting to 'loosen up' with your reaction when she actually went along with it. No wonder you had trouble in the sack with her. She didn't know which way to go with you, don't you see that? She was cold, you were unhappy, she was hot, you were mad, - Cold was safer in the end, I guess. I'm surprised she stuck it for so long, I really am."
It was a very difficult time, but it did do some good, after a fashion. Tim had reluctantly agreed to 'give her another chance', as he put it. David felt in no uncertain terms that it was Tim that was getting another chance, but that would be tomorrow's discussion. David finally left, but he didn't have much hope. Tim had clearly not understood, or admitted to himself that he was part of the problem, and his anger at Claire was till simmering. "Oh, well, one day at a time," he thought to himself.
The discussion with Claire was a little better, but not much. She was scared of going back, but David in the end talked her into it as well. He made her call Tim and talk to him, which made her feel a little better. Tim wasn't ready to forgive and forget, but at least he wasn't abusive. Maybe it could work….
The next day, Tim called again, sounding tired. We'd like you over for a drink tonight, Dave, he said. "We're just bickering when we're on our own. Maybe we can relax a little and start working this thing out. You know everything anyway, so don't have to pretend and hide things from you.
Against his better judgment, David went. He was uneasy the moment he came in the door. Tim was up to something, he just knew it. He was also not sober. Claire was standing by the window again, stiffly and apprehensively, with a surprisingly clingy dress on, considering the problems they had had.
They talked about nothing for a while, but it didn't take Tim long to get started.
She's pretty hot, my wife, isn't she? Do you want to see her tits?"
"Tim, don't do this!" pleaded Claire Claire.
"Come on, Honey, - Dave is like family, he knows everything. Take off your top and give him a show. You love it!" Tim was leering at David and winking. "Are you ready for this, man?
David was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Had Mr. Hyde been unleashed for good?
"Only if you would like me to," he said, with fake gaiety in his voice, trying desperately to keep everything superficial and joking and not make Tim mad. He held his breath as Claire slowly opened her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind her. Her bra was inadequate to the task of containing her, and totally superfluous. Her nipples were completely on display through the flimsy fabric.
David looked at Tim, - he was staring at Claire, then glanced at David and grinned cynically. "How about them apples, huh, Dave?"
David kept looking at Claire, who held his eyes as she reached undid the front clasp and let her breast spring free. Somehow they seemed even more erotic and seductive that the other times he had seen them. Her nipples hardened under his steady gaze and she flushed.
"Give him a feel, Claire," said Tim hoarsely, he was beginning to be affected by the show. He had something to prove, and he was clearly getting off on Claire showing herself to David, Claire saw it, too and glanced at David.
David didn't know what to say or do. His grand plan for making Tim happy had blown up in his face. Seeing Tim's dark side in person for the first time he realized that this Tim was a real asshole, David was ashamed of the way he was treating Claire. He tried to stop the disturbing performance, but Tim got support from a totally unexpected source.
Claire stepped up to David and shook her breasts in his face. "Go on, David, - have a feel, I bet you will like it."
His hands went out automatically and took hold of her firm globes; they were warm to his touch and sooo soft and smooth. He clasped them gently and hefted them enough to feel their weight and firmness. He knew he was stepping over the line, but he suddenly understood how Claire could have behaved as she did. He also understood that this was Claire giving up at last. She was going to let this take its course and damn the consequences.
Tim was mesmerized. His face was glowing with excitement and yet there was something cruel there that David had never seen. Claire challenged David with her eyes and body language to go further, but he suddenly couldn't do it.
He dropped his hands to his side and pretended it was still all a big joke to him. "Very nice, Claire! You must really enjoy these, Tim?" He made himself turn and look at his 'friend' with a smile. He knew it looked artificial and forced, but this was now a battle between Tim and Claire.
"Yeah, she's a hot one all right," he said with a funny little laugh. He reached out and grabbed Claire's breasts as well, much more roughly that David had done, pulling her to him. Then, spinning her around, he reached down and raised her skirt to her waist, displaying her thin panties. "More goodies here, don't you think? I wish she would shave down there, though, she can't wear a really sexy bikini with all that hair". He grabbed hold of the front of Claire's panties and pulled them up in a narrow wedge, pulling the material in between her pussy lips and baring her curls on both sides of the fabric.
"See what I mean, Dave?" He was flushed with possessive pride once again, showing that he was the man in control and Claire was his slut to command and display as he pleased. "Don't you think she needs to get a shave down there? Why don't we do it now, Claire baby, - then we can see how good it looks afterwards?"
This was getting over the top for Claire. "Come on, Tim, - this is going too far, - I told you I'm not your toy for you to show off!"
Tim was not to be stopped. "Come on, Dave, let's go shave Claire's pussy."
"Tim, NO, - I won't have it!" Claire shouted
Tim ignored her protest, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her physically into the bathroom. David realized that Tim was actually very drunk, and was suddenly worried about what might happen to Claire. "Tim, - let's just…."
"Come on, Dave, - you can help, - I'm not too sure how to do this."
"Please, Tim, no! David doesn't want to do this, maybe the two of us can do it tomorrow or something."
Tim pulled off her skirt and panties, leaving her naked and shaking. David knew she was scared, and so was he. Tim had become a madman. But there was something in Claire's eyes that stopped him from leaving, a plea for help and also a simmering sexuality. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to annoy Tim further by going.
Claire was now resigned to what was happening. She leaned against the bathroom sink and pushed her hips forward. "Have you done this before, David?" she asked, rising excitement in her voice and body language.
"A couple of times," David replied, now understanding that this was actually going to happen. His heart was beating faster and his chest felt constricted.
"Well, get on with it then," said Tim drunkenly. Neither Claire nor David was paying him any attention any more.
David looked in to her eyes, meeting her pleading gaze steadily. "Is this what you want, Claire?" he asked softly.
"Yes, David, I want this, please…."
The process was straightforward at first, - clipping short the hair to be removed, leaving a small tuft of short curls above her slit, the rest soon reduced to a short stubble. David worked as in a trance, totally focused on carefully snipping each bit of hair without pain and without cutting the skin. Touching Claire's pussy lips was almost incidental to him as he was concentrating on the clipping. Not so with Tim, and not so with Claire!
Tim was breathing hard, watching every move with rapt attention. His erection was very obvious, tenting his pants as he surreptitiously held onto his stiff dick.
Claire was also breathing hard; the procedure had not been on autopilot for her! Her pussy was secreting liberally and she was as turned on as she could ever remember. Her skin shivered with every touch.
David stopped and took a deep breath. "It gets trickier from here on. We should have you lie down somewhere comfortable, and we need to get some hot water and some shaving cream. Tim, - shaving cream!"
Tim came out of his trance. "Yeah, yeah, got it – here…"
In the bedroom, David put a warm, moist towel over Claire's pussy as she lay with her hips at the edge of the bed. He held it between her spread legs, letting the heat soak in, and changed it a few times to let the skin soften and warm up. Then he spread shaving cream on one area and started shaving. The 3-bladed razor minimized the chance of cuts. Methodically he moved his fingers across the skin, slick under his touch with the mixture of shaving cream and sexual secretions. Claire was flowing freely now. He held the skin taut with the fingers of one hand while he shaved carefully. The areas on each side of her mound were easy. When he came to her pussy lips it became more difficult in every way. Between the sheer mechanics of stretching her lips and his rising excitement he was getting less and less sure-handed.
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Keywords: a, Wife, is, Bitch, Monica, Rick's,