Rob and Cheri

This story is like many others I have read on this site. It is unique only in that it happened to me. Looking back on it now I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I can only blame it on being blinded by my love for Cheri. Well, the blinders are off now and I can't believe that I have been so stupid.

I had been married to Cheri a little over ten years. They were good years and as far as marriages go I would have put ours in the top ten percent, but as with a lot of marriages of that length the bloom had gone off the rose as far as sex was concerned. Cheri and I still had a sex life, but it was kind of ho-hum. Twice a week, usually Tuesday and Saturday, and almost always in the missionary position. I hadn't gotten a blow job in years and I guess sub-conscientiously I retaliated by stopping going down on Cheri.

One Sunday morning over breakfast Cheri said, "I didn't have an orgasm last night Rob. In fact, I don't believe that I've had one in months. What has happened to us? It used to be that we couldn't keep our hands off of each other and now it seems like all we are doing is performing a duty to each other."

"I don't know Cheri; I've had the same thought."

"Do you still love me? Am I still desirable as far as you are concerned?"

"Of course I do and yes you are still desirable."

"Well I still love you Rob and I want things back the way they were."

"I would like that too baby."

"I've an idea. I read in "Cosmo" that when sex in a marriage goes flat you can sometimes liven things up with role playing and I thought maybe it was something we could try."

"Role playing?"

"What it is is that we would pretend things; things that might stir our imagination. Do you have any fantasies Rob?"

"Sure I do, who doesn't?"

"Anything of a sexual nature?"

"The usual; making out with some Hollywood sex symbol, having someone like Catherine Zeta Jones trying to drag me off to a bedroom."

"Tell me who you fantasize about."

I mentioned a half dozen or so and I noticed her eyebrows lift when I mentioned Britney Spears. She didn't say anything though and I wondered if she was thinking I was a dirty old man, but what the hell, there just was something about Spears that turned me on and it didn't matter to me that she was twenty years younger than me.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I have a plan Rob; I'll let it be a surprise."

I watched her get up and head off to do her household chores and I wondered just what kind of surprise she had in mind. I finished my coffee and got up to do my chores. By the time I was half way through cutting the grass and pulling weeds out of the flower beds I'd completely forgotten the conversation at breakfast.

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The next day when I got home from work I hollered out my usual, "Honey; I'm home" and Cheri hollered back "I'm in the family room" and as I headed that way I heard the intro music to the Britney Spears song "Baby One More Time." I walked into the family room and found Cheri made up to look like Britney; blond wig, white high heeled boots and a very short skirt. She was holding one of those remote microphones that comes with a kids play set and using it she lip-synced along with the song. When the song ended she tossed the microphone onto the couch next to where I was sitting, turned off the CD player and then turned to me.

"A little birdie tells me that you fantasize about me. I don't usually suck or fuck my fans, but you are a special fan and we are here alone with no witnesses so I am going to give my special fan a treat. I mean, who are you going to tell? If you do tell who would believe you?"

While she was talking she walked over to me and went to her knees in front of me and went for my zipper.

"A million guys would like me to do this for them" she said as she worked my dick out into the open, "but they will never get what you are going to get.

She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. We never did have dinner that night. We made love three times and the entire time she was saying things like;

"I wish K-fed could see me now; see how a real man can take care of me" and "I'll bet Timberlake is missing this hot pussy." You like it special fan? Do you like my tight hot young pussy?"

I fell asleep exhausted.

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The next morning over breakfast I asked her what her fantasies were. She was silent for a moment and then she said:

"They are only fantasies baby. It is important that you realize that they are just mental turn ons."

"I know that sweetie; what are they?"

"Other men. I fantasize getting it on with other men, The UPS guy when he delivers a package or the guy from the gas company when he comes to read the meter. Letting the guy who comes to fix the washing machine take me while I'm sitting on the edge of the dryer. No man in particular, just other men."

For a brief second I felt just a touch of anger, but I quickly shook it off. If I could lust after Jessica Simpson and imagine myself buried to the pubic bone in Catherine Zeta Jones how could I get pissed at her for thinking of making it with faceless men.

It took me two days to find what I wanted and it took sixty bucks to get the guy to give it up, but at five-thirty that night I was standing on my front porch ringing the doorbell. Cheri answered the door and stood there looking at me standing in front of her with a clipboard in my hand and wearing a shirt that had a patch over the left pocket that said, "Comcast" and a patch over the right that said, "Dave."

"You called for service?" I looked down at the clipboard and said, "It says here that your cable stopped working."

"Why yes, yes it did. Right in the middle of "Jerry Springer" it just stopped on me."

"You want to show me where the TV is?"

"Yeah, sure, come on in."

She led me into the living room and pointed at the set and then she sat down on the couch. I pulled the set away from the wall and pretended to be looking for a problem. Cheri said:

"It really pissed me off going out on me in the middle of "Jerry Springer." Today's topic was wives who cheat on their husbands during the day with repair men. One woman said she did the guy installing her phone right on her kitchen table and another one said she had done an appliance repairman, a door to door salesman and the mailman. I was listening to a girl telling how she seduced the cable guy when the TV quit on me. Anything like that ever happen to you?"

"Can't say as it has."

"What would you do if it did happen to you?"

As she said that she spread her legs and pulled her skirt up a bit and used her left hand to start rubbing her pussy.

"You kidding me? If I was lucky enough for something like that to happen to me I'd leap at it."

"Would you now. What if I told you that all you had to do to fuck me was to come over here and pull my panties off?"

"Jesus lady; are you serious?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out?"

I stood up from behind the TV and started pulling my zipper down as I walked toward her. "This will probably make me late for my next appointment, but no way I'm passing this up."

"If we don't waste time on foreplay we have just enough time to get it done twice before my husband is due home."

It was another night where I went to bed worn out.

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The role playing itself didn't turn me on all that much. What turned me on was the way it turned Cheri on. She was different when she role played. She liked her pussy eaten, but she really wasn't into sucking cock and she really did not like me cumming in her mouth. She did give me head when I wanted it, but her heart wasn't in it. Except when we were role playing! When we role played she was like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. Before role play Cheri would let me cum in her mouth, but then she would spit it out into a rag. In role play she got so into the fantasy that she forgot that she didn't care for the taste of cum in her mouth and she swallowed!

Another thing about role play is that she got very, very vocal. During normal intercourse she moaned and gasped and grunted, but during role play it was, "Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me" and "Sweet Jesus, but your cock feels so good in my cunt." Before role play it was missionary and doggie, but when we started role playing she started getting on top and going cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Yes indeed, role playing really put the 'oomph' back in our sex life.

Over the next year I got to be, among other things, a mailman, a Fed-Ex driver, and a Terminex sales rep checking the house for termites, an appliance repairman and a building inspector checking to see if we had pulled a permit for the add-on we did to the garage. Cheri's favorite thing was pretending to be the lady of the manor while I was the hired help. At any given time I could be the gardener, the butler or the chauffer.

One example is that I would be working in the yard and Cheri would open the back door and call out:

"Robert, would you come up to the main house please?"

That was my cue to say, "Certainly Mrs. Waverly." I would go into the house and she would be sitting at the kitchen table waiting and I would stand in front of her like an employee called into the office at work.

"Robert, I am not happy with your work lately. The roses look pathetic and the flower beds along the drive look like weed patches. I am seriously thinking of looking for a new gardener. Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't let you go?"

"It isn't my fault Mrs. Waverly. The irrigation system is broken and I can't get water to them. I keep asking Mr. Waverly to get someone to repair the system and he says he will, but so far he hasn't done it."

"Mr. Waverly, yes, Mr. Waverly. Getting the irrigation system fixed isn't the only thing he hasn't taken care of lately. I may keep you on Robert, but if I do it will mean that you will have to take on additional duties to perform."

"Additional duties ma'am?"

"Yes Robert, additional duties."

"What sort of additional duties Mrs. Waverly?"

She stood up, undid a few buttons and let her dress fall to the floor. "In addition to the lawn and flower beds Robert, you will need to take care of me." She got up on the table, spread her legs and pointed to her pussy, "Cultivate this Robert."

"I don't think my wife would like that ma'am."

"Does your wife have a job Robert? Can she support the family if you are suddenly out of work?"

"No ma'am."

"Then start your additional duties Robert."

I would start eating her pussy and things would go from there and my yard work would have to wait until the next day.

And I knew what was going to happen when we went somewhere and Cheri would get in the back seat and say, "Take me to (fill in the blank____) Robert and please hurry as I don't want to be late." I could almost count on being told to pull off and park some place before we got back home.

The one that bothered me just a smidgen, and I don't know why, was when she did the butler routine. She bought a bell, one of those with a little handle on it and when she rang it I was supposed to drop whatever I was doing, go to her and say, "You rang Mrs. Waverly?"

One thing that the butler, gardener and chauffer scenarios all had in common (besides the great sex that came out of them) was that Cheri got to order me around. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but it would come back to haunt me later.

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We had been doing the role playing for about a year and a half before Cheri hit me with one that I flat refused to do. At least initially. I came home from work one night and my usual "Honey, I'm home" was met with "I'm in the bedroom; come on up."

I went up to the bedroom and found her laying out a maid's outfit on the bed. "What's all this" I asked.

"It's for this week ends role playing."

"You going to spend the weekend pretending to be a maid?"

"No sweetie, this is for you."

"You have to be kidding, right?"

"No I'm not. I'd like a little change from the butler scenario."

I laughed and said, "Not likely baby, besides a maid can't fuck you."

"But a maid could eat my pussy and you know how much I like that. Come on Rob, it won't hurt you and it will be fun."

"No Cheri, no, no, no! I start doing stuff like that and the next thing that you will want is to put me in a dress and have me go out for drinks with you. No!"

Cheri kept after me to do it at least once and I finally gave in. She put a padded bra on me, dressed me in the maid's outfit (complete with garter belts and nylons) and then took me into the bathroom. She put the blond wig on me that she wore when she did Britney and then applied make up. When she was done she had me look in the mirror and asked me what I thought. I laughed and said:

"I'll never have to worry about getting hit on by a guy. If it was two in the morning and the bar was closing and all the guys were drunk out of their minds I'd still be safe."

"It's the thought honey. Try and think of yourself as female and we can make the scenario work."

We went back into the bedroom and she handed me a box and said, "Here, put these on."

I opened the box and saw a pair of high-heeled pumps. I handed the box back to her and said, "No! No fucking way in hell!"

"But sweetie..."

"No Cheri, no! Take what you have or push it and I'll start taking all this shit off, but I am not putting those on."

"But they make the outfit sweetie; they complete the illusion."

I took the wig off and tossed it on the bed and started to unbutton the blouse and she said:

"Okay, okay, no heels."

She got the wig back on me and then handed me a small white apron and a feather duster.

Because of my belligerence over the heels it took a while to get into things, but I did eventually get into it and as usual the sex was exhausting.

We did the maid thing the next two weekends and Cheri had me cleaning the house, doing the laundry and all sorts of other things a maid would do, but there was a price she had to pay. I made sure that she understood that while I was being the maid and doing her work that she was going to have to do mine so I wouldn't fall too far behind. I can't even begin to describe the satisfaction I got one Saturday morning as I was running the vacuum cleaner in the living room and looking out the window at Cheri trying to start the lawn mower. She must have pulled the starter cord twenty-five times before she kicked it and came in to get me.

"You will have to bring it into the garage and shut the door. I'm not about to go outside looking like this."

She brought it in and when she looked away I hit the little button and it started right up. It had an electric starter and Cheri didn't know it.

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Role playing almost ended for us on my third weekend as a maid. It was a Saturday and I was standing on tip toes and dusting the top of the bookshelf in the family room when I heard:

"If I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes I would never have believed it."

I turned and saw Robin, Cheri's best friend, standing there with Cheri. Robin took me in from the wig on my head to the pointy toed shoes (I'd given in a tad on the shoes and let Cheri talk me into a pair of low heeled flats). She had a smirk on her face and she turned to Cheri and said:

"Does she do windows?"

Cheri was standing there with a big smile on her face and she nodded a yes. I gave Cheri a murderous look and then I left the room. As I walked by her I handed her the feather duster and then went up to the bedroom. I took off the wig and all the maid shit and then got in the shower and washed all the make up off. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt and then picked up all the maid shit and went down to the kitchen. The wig, the outfit and the shoes went into a garbage bag which I then took out into the garage and tossed into a trash can. I got into the car and drove down to Early's Sports Bar and stayed there for the next five hours.

When I got home Cheri was pissed. "Where did you go? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? What the hell is wrong with you?"

And then I unloaded.

"What's wrong with me? You bring Robin into our house and let her see me the way I was and embarrass the hell out of me and then you have the fucking gall to ask what is wrong with me?"

"Oh come on Rob; you are making something out of nothing."

"Am I? Did you happen to notice the smirk on her face when she asked you if I did windows?"

"She was joking Rob."

"I don't care what she was doing. You had no right to let her see me like that. You had no goddamned business letting her in the house while I was wearing that stupid fucking outfit and we were playing our game."

"That's not fair Rob. I had no idea that she was coming over. What was I supposed to do, close the door in her face?"

"You could have gone out to the kitchen through the dinning room and then come and told me that she was here, but no. You had to walk her right by the doorway so she could see me and don't you fucking dare tell me you didn't do it on purpose. I saw the smile on your face as you let her see what you could get me to do. It will be all over town by tomorrow."

"No it won't. She promised me that she wouldn't tell."

"That's absolute bullshit and you know it. She will tell that worthless asshole that she is married to and he will be the one to spread the word. I'll probably end up in a half a dozen fights because guys will start calling me a sissy and sooner or later someone will say the wrong thing and the fight will be on. Just remember who caused it all to happen when you get the call to come down and bail me out of jail."

"Honestly Rob, you are getting upset over nothing. Nothing is going to happen."

"I'll tell you one thing that has already happened. The maid is gone and will never be back and you can take that to the bank. Goodnight!"

I went up to the bedroom, got undressed and got into bed. Cheri came in about twenty minutes later and when she got in bed and reached for my cock I pushed her hand away. There wasn't going to be any make up love making that night.

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Things were a little frosty between us the next day and I don't believe we said ten words to each other. Monday night I stopped at Bud's Bar and Grill for a couple of beers before I went home. I was almost done with my second one when Hal Osborne, a guy I bowl with on Thursdays, sat down next to me and asked me if I had done anything to piss off Jerry Talbot (Robin's husband) and I said no and asked why he asked me the question.

"He's going around telling everyone that you run around in drag at home."

"When has he been saying that?"

"He's saying it right now. He is in the back shooting pool."

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"How could you do that?" Cheri asked when she came down to the police station to pick me up. "How am I ever going to face Robin after what you did?"

"Why would you want to? The bitch looked you right in the eye and lied to you. She promised you that she would never say a word and yet Jerry was telling everybody at Bud's that I run around the house wearing dresses on the weekend. How did he know? I'll tell you how; that lying fucking bitch friend of yours told him."

"I just hope I'm able to talk her into talking him out of pressing charges."

"No worry there. He was in the cell just down from me and I have at least six witnesses that will say that the fight started when he came at me with a pool cue. He swung it at me and then I took it away from him and stomped his ass."

And it was true. He saw me coming and he knew what was going to happen. All that the others saw was me walk into the room and walk toward Jerry. I never said one word or made a threatening gesture, but Jerry knew what was coming and he swung the pool cue at me.