A Second Confrontation: Don’s View
The wash had been finished for hours when I finally heard the front door open. I did not want to appear to be too anxious so
instead of rushing to the door I sat quietly in the living room and
waited. I knew that Sandy would have to
come through the living room in order to get upstairs and into bed.
When I saw her I was shocked. She was wobbling a little bit on her high
heels and so I knew that she had been drinking pretty heavily, something that
she almost never did. And then I caught
the smell. My wife had never liked to be
around cigarette smoke and yet she smelled like an overflowing ashtray.
“What the hell, have you been up to?” I demanded barely being able to keep my voice
in control.
Instead of answering me she just smiled and with a slight
drunken slur in her voiced asked me if I had been a good boy and if I wanted my
reward.
“We will talk about this in the morning.” I declared. “It is obvious that you are too drunk to have
a reasonable conversation with tonight.
Come on, let me help you upstairs and into bed.”
“Would my knight in shining armor like to help me take my
boots off?” she slurred. “Why don’t you
come here and get down on your knees so you can do it properly.”
I don’t know why but my cock really reacted to that
suggestion and against my better judgment,
I sank to my knees in front of her and began lowering the zippers on her boots.
But when I started to try to pull the boots off of her legs she waived a
drunken finger in front of my face. “Not
so fast,” She said. “Don’t you think you should kiss them before
you take them off? Now, be a good boy
and kiss my boots for me.”
And damned if I did not want to but by now she was actually reeling and I was afraid she was going to
fall. And so I got back on my feet and
led her to the sofa, sat her down and then got back down on my knees and
removed her boots. I got back up and was
about to help her upstairs when she slumped over onto the sofa and before her
head had even hit the pillow she was asleep.
And so as carefully as possible I raised her legs onto the sofa, made sure her head was properly
supported, grabbed the afghan off the back and covered her up. I guessed this would have to be continued
tomorrow.
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