When we woke up Saturday morning, Ellen was already awake in Chloe’s flannel pajamas, making breakfast for us.
“That scotch makes you drunk, but I can’t believe I don’t have a headache,” announced Ellen.
“The good stuff, like single malt scotch, is actually very pure so it doesn’t give you a headache like you get from the cheap stuff,” I explained.
“Maybe I need to get my husband to drink that instead of the cheap vodka he usually guzzles,” Ellen commented.
“I didn’t know that Jay was a drinker,” I enquired.
“Oh my God, his partners in the Urology group almost kicked him out last year for being an unreliable drunk,” volunteered Ellen. “Of course, that isn’t the only problem going on in that group, ”Ellen added, “Eliza caught her husband cheating on her.”
“Dr. Patrick?” enquired Chloe.
“Yup,” answered Ellen.
“Seriously? Neal’s what – like 25 years older than her – like twice her age! What was he thinking?” asked Chloe.
“Apparently he went to his George Washington University college reunion in DC and had sex with one of his old college classmates. Eliza found out and is absolutely furious,” explained Ellen, “ so now the Urology group is in real trouble between Jay’s drinking and the likelihood that Neal will be going through another divorce. I wish we could come up with a solution. The others in the group don’t know about it – in fact I think that Jay and I are the only ones who know – but it won’t be a secret for long.”
Chloe shrugged.
“How about you bring him over and give him a good paddling in front of Eliza?” Ellen gleefully suggested.
Chloe’s eyes lit up and she started to smile. “It would certainly deserve more than 3 smacks on the bare” she mused “although I might be able to come up with a more creative solution,” she added.
Both Chloe and Ellen smiled. Ellen got up to pour us both some more coffee. Chloe’s flannel pajamas erotically framed Ellen’s soft natural breasts and elegant backside which jiggled ever so slightly as she bounced through our kitchen. My gym shorts were a bad clothing choice for the morning as my helmet began to protruded from the right leg hole.
“The sugar bowl is empty, the new bag is on the top shelf, I can’t reach it. Rob, can you get it for me,” pouted Ellen.
“Uh OK” I responded, taking care to tuck my erection into the waistband of my gym shorts and cover the protruding head with my t-shirt.
Another dirty look from Chloe followed by a little smile of amusement at my obvious discomfort as I stood up and retrieved the sugar from the top shelf. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Ellen inspecting the not-so-subtle anatomical protrusion from my shorts. I pretended not to notice.
Around 11 AM Ellen decided it was time to return home. She changed into her clothes from the previous night and left Chloe‘s flannel pajamas on the bathroom floor. Chloe walked Ellen to the front door.
Although I had never done this before, I had to inspect the flannel pajamas in which Ellen was furiously masturbating last night. Sure enough, some crunchy residue from her juices were evident in the crotch. With a modest amount of shame I discreetly pressed them to my nose and was rewarded with the delicious aroma of her musk. I quickly placed them in the laundry hamper. I don’t know if such activity could be considered cheating, but I will say that Chloe was the beneficiary of that arousal later in the day
– –
That afternoon, Chloe invited Eliza, Dr. Neal Patrick’s young – and angry – wife over to chat.
“I want you to beat his ass raw with that paddle of yours!” Shouted Eliza the moment she walked through the door, “He CHEATED on me and he needs to PAY!”
“Sit down a minute and let’s talk,” Chloe urged.
The two women sat down on the sofa side by side. Chloe leaned into Eliza who sat at the sofa’s end.
“Can I get you a drink?” I offered.
“Just ice water,” said Eliza.
“Same for me,” added Chloe.
Dutifully I strode to the kitchen and brought the women their ice waters – listening to EVERY word.
“What happened?” asked Chloe.
“He FUCKED an old classmate when he went back to his 30th college reunion at GW!” Eliza shouted.
“OK,” Chloe calmly interjected in an effort to bring the discussion to a less agitated level. “So how did you find out?” She enquired.
“I found THIS on his PHONE!,” screamed Eliza – showing a sequence of screen shots of a series of text messages between Dr. Patrick and his suspected sexual liaison, Miriam Rabinowitz – apparently a recently divorced fellow physician working as a Pediatrician in Rockville, Maryland.
“Look!” Eliza shouted as she passed her phone to Chloe.
No one objected when I read the messages over Chloe’s shoulder.
Neal: That was so hot Saturday night. I can’t believe we waited 30 years to do it. How are you?
Miriam: I’m doing fine.
Neal: I actually think you are sexier now than you were in college.
Miriam: Thank you.
Neal: I have an urology meeting in Baltimore next month. Maybe we could get together.
Miriam: Next month is really busy for me. I’ll have to take a rain check.
Neal: I understand. Do you have any out-of-town meetings on your schedule?
Miriam: Neal, Let me be honest with you. I was drunk last Saturday night. I had no intention to fuck you until Brad Johnson got me all horny and wet before telling me he could never cheat on his wife. Please STOP texting me.
“Ouch,” I commented.
The women gave me a dirty look. They did not appreciate my sympathy for the jilted Dr. Patrick.
“Well, Eliza, it looks like their ‘affair’ is over. He was just probably drunk and lonely that night. This ‘Dr. Miriam’ doesn’t sound half as hot as you,” Chloe consoled.
I guess I should describe Eliza – 5’10” LONG legs, small breasts beautiful face, caries herself like a supermodel. How Dr. Patrick landed her is a wild story.
She started working in his office right after high school. She was 18 years old. Her Mormon high school boyfriend went off to college at Washington State. He then sent her a “dear Jane” letter to inform her that had a new girlfriend and she was devastated. They had been “saving themselves” for their wedding night. Dr. Patrick then swooped in.
So Dr. Patrick fell in love, or at least in lust, with this delicious 18 year old. As these things go, and I don’t know all the details but, within two years Dr. Patrick had divorced his wife and, one year later married Eliza.
“Hot or not! I don’t care! He promised on the Bible to be faithful. He is the only man I have ever ‘been’ with and now he CHEATED on me!” Eliza shouted.
“Does he know that you know?” asked Chloe?
“No,” answered Eliza. “I told Ellen when I found out. I guess she told you. I haven’t confronted Neal about it yet.”
Chloe closed her eyes and paused. “OK,” she began, “Don’t let on that you know. Let’s all get together next Saturday night. Tell Ellen and Jay not to tell anyone about this either. I promise you I will deliver Neal a punishment he will NEVER forget.”
I winced at the thought of what Chloe had in mind.
– –
So Saturday night we planned a cookout at our house with Eliza, Dr. Patrick, Ellen and her husband Jay. Ellen arrived alone.
“Where is Jay?“ I asked.
“He played a round of golf today and had some drinks,“ answered Ellen. “He was pretty hung over by this evening, so he decided to stay home with the kids.“
“That’s too bad, “ I commented. “You need to get him to start drinking better booze.
After burgers, pleasant conversation, and a few glasses of wine, Chloe started to prepare the prey for the kill.
“So Neal, I understand you had your 30th college reunion at George Washington a few weeks ago. Was it fun seeing your old friends?” Chloe started in.
“Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” Dr. Patrick responded confidently. “It’s always great getting back to DC. I have to admit the place has changed a lot since I went to school there.“
“I bet,” added Chloe. “You know my sister Rebecca lives in Bethesda. She’s really good friends with a woman who went to GW also. She might actually have been your year, did you know someone named Miriam Rabinowitz?“
I love Chloe. She doesn’t even have a sister, let alone one who lives in Bethesda. It was such a joy to watch her set this trap and bait it.
“Uh yeah,” Dr.Patrick stuttered briefly, “She’s a friend. We were in pre-med together.”
“Wow, you know her!” Chloe added. “Rebecca is her really close friend. She apparently tells her everything, and I mean everything.”
Dr. Patrick offered a nervous smile. He obviously did not like where this conversation was heading.
“Anyway, Miriam, who recently got divorced, was chatting it up with some super hot guy named Brad something. They started dancing and then making out in one of the back hallways at the hotel. She had had a few drinks and, after grinding up against him for a few minutes, took the liberty to put her hand down his trousers and grab his cock. Rebecca said that Miriam’s eyes got really big when she described his thick hard cock. Rebecca said that Miriam practically squirted with excitement when she wrapped her hand around it. She was dragging him to her room to fuck him when he stopped and volunteered that he loved his wife and that he couldn’t ever cheat on her. He returned to his hotel room alone. Of course at this point, with, what she described as a severely ‘wet ass pussy’ she needed to get fucked. She went back to the party and ended up fucking some loser. She said it was the worst fuck she had ever had AND the guy has kept texting her in spite of the fact that he is supposedly ‘happily’ married.”
“Oh my God!” Shouted Eliza theatrically. “That explains those text messages I found on your phone!”
At this point, Dr. Patrick turned a pale white. He began to whimper an apology but started sobbing before he could produce a meaningful sentence. He began crying and trying to beg Eliza for forgiveness.
As he blubbered along, Chloe walked to her closet and produced the now infamous paddle. Dr. Patrick initially gasped, but then appeared relieved to think that perhaps accepting a paddling might get him off the hook. He looked at Chloe with eyes that almost begged her to make a proposal for his punishment.
“ What do you say Eliza?” asked Chloe. “I propose 20 hard ones.“
Eliza nodded.
“So your beautiful wife suggests that 20 hard paddle smacks would be a START for her to consider forgiving you,” Chloe pronounced. “In all honesty as painful as this will be for you it really does not match the pain you have caused her.“
Dr. Patrick nodded, wiping tears from his eyes. He was speechless.
“OK,” Chloe instructed, tapping the dreaded paddle with her free hand while making motions to loosen her shoulder as a warm-up exercise in anticipation of delivering a terrifyingly painful spanking to Dr. Patrick. “Lower your pants to your knees and bend over the sofa.”
Dr. Patrick lowered his pants. Apparently Chloe’s tone of voice had excited him because his erection was revealed to all of us in the room.
Chloe froze. “What the fuck is THAT” Chloe demanded, pointing to Dr. Patrick’s erection.
“My penis” he stammered.
“Oh my God!” Chloe laughed. “It’s so CUTE!” She continued. “Rob, get the tape measure out of the kitchen drawer.”
Chloe put down the paddle, took the tape measure from me, approached Dr. Patrick, held his erect penis in her hand and took the tape measure to it.
“Not even five inches!” Chloe announced to the room. “I guess you can call that a penis but it certainly is not a COCK!” she laughed. “You are a urologist! You couldn’t figure out a way to fix that?” She laughed again.
Dr. Patrick stammered some more but had nothing to say.
Chloe now turned her attention to me. I was dumbfounded.
“Eliza, go unbuckle Rob’s belt and lower his pants,” instructed Chloe.
I had no idea what was going on. Don’t get me wrong, Chloe is an exquisitely beautiful woman but when a twenty-five-year-old supermodel starts to unbuckle your pants, an erection is close to inevitable. By the time my pants were at my mid-thighs, my cock was at full extension and thickness.
“What do you think Eliza?” asked Chloe.
“It’s big” responded Eliza although her answer was almost a stutter – sounding more like: “It’s bi-ig.”
Chloe handed Eliza the tape measure. “Measure it,” Chloe offered with a smile.
Eliza took my hard, pulsating cock in her hands and meticulously rolled out the tape measure.
“Seven and three eights inches” declared Eliza.
“You must have gotten him extra excited. I’ve never measured it bigger that seven and one eighths inches,” Chloe complimented Eliza. “Don’t be afraid, you can put your hand around it.”
Eliza did just that. I feared that I might ejaculate at that very moment but took a very deep breath and managed to regain my composure.
“That’s what is known as a ‘real man’s cock’,” announced Chloe.
Eliza and Ellen – who was sitting transfixed on the armchair – both nodded their heads.
At this point, Chloe announced to the room: “Dr. Patrick did cause Eliza a great deal of pain as a result of his infidelity and he deserved to experience some pain in return. At the same time, he did experience some pleasure when he fucked his college classmate. I think that Eliza deserves a commensurate opportunity for pleasure and I have a proposal.”
All eyes in the room darted from Eliza to Chloe to poor Dr. Patrick and to my very hard cock, now held firmly in Eliza’s hand.
Eliza, Chloe and Ellen broke into ear-to-ear smiles. Tears ran down Dr. Patrick’s face.
