HEADACHES

It was something my friend told me to do. I wasn't sure 
about it in the beginning, but I must admit, the idea 
grew on me. I'd dealt with her headaches, her changes 
of mood, all that crap. But if all it took was to turn 
the tables, and things would be better... hell it was 
worth a shot wasn't it?

I guess I should explain the plan I was about to embark 
on. My name was Jared Fetz, and I was about to with 
hold sex from my wife.

To put it bluntly, I'd had it with her being in control 
of the bedroom. I was sick of the way it made me feel 
dependant. But mostly, I just wanted her to admit that 
she liked to have sex with me.

I mean, God knows I liked fucking her. But she was a 
woman, and I never really had come up with a fool proof 
way of making sure they weren't lying. So the plan was 
simple. I hold off, wank in private if I must, for as 
long as possible. As long as it took, until she decided 
"Hey, I really enjoy your constant nagging to fuck me. 
I would like you to proceed henceforth, or else I will 
have to dance around the room naked." At least, that's 
the way I'd imagined it.

I got the idea from my buddy Charlie. Charlie was a 
great guy, we'd been friends up through high school. He 
was the kind of guy who would hold my head over the 
toilet at parties. Not so much because he cared about 
my general well being, but more because hey, it was his 
house, his fucking carpet (Who puts carpet in a 
bathroom anyways? I mean there's always that one 
morning where your aim just isn't quite up to snuff, 
and you manage to miss the toilet or something. Then, 
instead of being easy to clean or ignore, it soaks into 
the ground, remaining forever.) and by God, he wasn't 
going to have to explain a greenish stain on his white 
shag.

In other words, he was what you'd call a real pal. I 
recall the conversation very explicitly. It all began 
with us slipping past the point of sobriety, delving 
into a stage right after "I will dance, for no apparent 
reason now." and the "Man, I fucking LOVE YOU." stage. 

It was a beautiful moment, us two guys, talking about 
our women. At least, I talked about my woman. Charlie 
was very single, after a lengthy divorce. Perhaps this 
should have been an indicator that he may not have 
always had the best advice, but hey, I kept thinking 
back to those high school days when he had awesome 
advice. Snippets like, "Dude, DUDE, in the bowl man, 
not on the carpet." Which I'd always taken very 
seriously and to heart.

But anyways, we were talking, and I was venting about 
how my relationship with Judy, (Did I mention her name 
was Judy? Well now you know, so don't forget it you 
twat. Yes, she is hot. I'm sure you were wondering. It 
would be pointless to have a story like this with an 
ugly ferret-lady as the attractiveness, now would it?) 
Had delved into a realm of dependency for sex.

We were on some sort of "Natural birth control" plan, 
involving temperatures and such. This was her time of 
the month, so I wouldn't be getting any. Nor would my 
dreams for a large family come to fruition any time 
soon. Namely, I loved getting it, and she held it under 
her little fingers, playing me like a musician plays 
his penis.

Wait.

Never mind, the fact was, she had a significant amount 
of control over my life. Me being the prerogative one, 
asked Charlie what I should do. He had lots of 
insightful things to say, such as,

"You should let ME fuck her! Show her what dependency 
is!"

I was naturally against said course of action. After 
many attempts at trying to tone down the outrageousness 
of his plan, he settled on a new one.

"Jared, man, my little Jay jay... what you need to 
do...iss.. turn the tables."

"Oh?" I replied.

"Yeah man, you need to... you need to send massages." 
He paused. "Messages. Massaging comes later. You need 
to hold off on all the... dirty work... for at least a 
few weeks, maybe even a MONTH... then she'll come 
running to you."

I pondered it for a while. To be honest, that was a 
lie. I pondered it very shortly before Charlie passed 
out and landed on my shoulder. With that, I assumed he 
had said it in good faith and took his word for it. I 
decided to put this plan in motion, to play the game 
against my wife.

Then I hatched a new plan. This plan involved pushing 
the incredibly heavy and muscular Charlie off of me. He 
landed with a THUD and I made a signal to the barkeep 
that he needed a cab ride home.

The next week was an adventure alright. Except, instead 
of a whip filled, Nazi slaying Indiana Jones style 
adventure, it was a tension filled, sexless one. Let me 
tell you, that even during all the Nazi slaying, 
Indiana is still getting ass. I was not. The first week 
was very hard for me, but mostly uneventful, as most 
sexless things are.

It was on the beginning of the second week that things 
seemed to happen. I was eating cereal. It wasn't even 
good cereal, corn flakes or some such. Which is why I 
loaded it with tons of sugar. Pounds of the stuff. 
Somewhere on the package it mentioned lowering 
cholesterol, but with all the sugar I was applying it 
was like a big "FUCK YOU" to that healthy reminder.

But anyways, Judy came down the stairs, and she looked 
a little... frazzled. Not troubled, really, more 
confused. She came and sat down beside me.

She really tried hard, to pull it out of me. If I was 
sick or some such. She even said that when I came home, 
she'd treat me to a little special time of her own. 

But no, I wanted to play this game, to see where it 
would take me. So I played the oldest trick in the 
book.

As I rolled into my drive way, I had the excuse all 
planned and ready to go. I walked in the front door, 
and there she was, in this sexy little teddy, just 
waiting for me. I could see her nipples, pert, through 
it. My mind faltered, I could hear systems failing and 
captains ordering a redirection of fluids to my lower 
sections.

But I bit my lip, and did it.

"Not tonight honey, I have a headache."

The look on her face horrified me. It still does to 
this day. But, it would all be worth it in the end, I 
told my self, when she was so primed to go she 
literally pounced me. The plan was in perfect swing.

And so it went, for the next couple of weeks. As my 
libido climbed higher and higher, and my lust near 
uncontrollable, as did my wife's. The big plan was to 
give it two more days, and then to let it all out.

But it did not happen that way at all. To put it 
bluntly, a catastrophe of epic proportions occurred. 
She confronted me about the lack of sex, after one last 
desperate attempt to get me to sleep with her. And boy, 
was she upset. She started spewing line after line 
about how I don't appreciate her, how I make her feel 
like crap. I instantly regretted the entire plan, but 
before I could do anything about it, she ran out the 
door.

Now a good friend of mine, who was not Charlie, once 
told me to give women the space they need. I figured 
this was a rational plan, a plan developed by someone 
sensitive or something, someone who could really 
relate. But after a few hours, I could only think of my 
friend Charlie's advice. "When in doubt, drink."

And so I was off to Charlie's house, to try and get as 
shit faced as possible. It was a sensible plan, to my 
mind.

However, as I drove up, I noticed something odd. 
Namely, my wife's car sitting in his driveway. I pulled 
up beside and tried to decide what to do. She'd said 
she wanted space. I wanted to give her space. But I 
also wanted to get shit faced. Or laid. Either or, 
really.

So I figured the best plan of action, would be to spy 
on the two of them from some nearby bushes, that looked 
into an open window. I figured, light angles and all, 
they wouldn't see me, and the openness of the window 
would allow me to see if she had cooled off yet, to see 
if it was safe for me to come in.

I was a bit surprised when I got to the window.

My wife was sitting beside Charlie, crying. He had 
leaned over and was comforting her, holding his arm 
around her. What a sweet heart, I thought to myself. 
Bemused, I continued to watch.

"It's as though he doesn't even see I'm there... A 
whole month now, I just don't know what to do. I'm like 
a time bomb, my hormones are flying everywhere." She 
sputtered, before sloshing back a shot of tequila. That 
was supposed to be me getting sloshed. I thought. 

Wasted opportunities, if only I'd left earlier.

"I just wish I could be appreciated you know? I wore 
this skimpy little teddy for him the other day, and he 
told me he had a headache or some shit. What an ass 
hole!"

Oh temperamental Judy. Her silly antics had gotten us 
into fights before. But it's what happened next that 
surprised me.

Charlie leaned in close to her, looked into her eyes 
and whispered "I appreciate you.".

My wife just stared at him, her eyes looking guilty but 
at the same time, longing.

She pulled Charlie closer, and started to kiss him. Not 
a tiny little kiss either, but a full fledged "I WOULD 
LIKE TO EXPERIENCE THE CREVICES OF YOUR JAW" tongue 
exploration.

I wasn't too fazed, Charlie would stop her. He was that 
kind of friend.

But he didn't. He just kept on kissing her, his hands 
moving to her back to pull her closer.

What the fuck, I thought, this was my cue. My cue to 
burst in and kick some ass and maybe take down some na- 

But then I realised that then they would know I was 
watching them outside. And that would probably throw 
this whole thing into an even worse shit hole.

Fuck.

I sat, horrified yet mesmerized at my wife. She kept 
holding Charlie, her arms roaming all over his back 
when she reached down and started to unzip his pants. I 
now regarded this as a bad situation. I had my wife, 
who was horny as fuck, making out and undressing my 
best friend. Even worse... her last pregnant time 
was... christ, a month ago. Meaning she was ripe for 
that oversized bun in her oven.

Hopefully Charlie would stop things by then.

But until then, things didn't seem to be changing one 
bit.

I looked back into the window and my wife unzipped 
Charlie's pants. Charlie regarded this as a good sign, 
and began to pull off her tight shirt, revealing her 
bra.

God she was good looking, I thought. Wait... was I 
getting...aroused, watching them?

That wasn't a good sign, now I was some sort of sick 
voyeur freak. Fuck.

Charlie tugged at her bra as she started to take off 
his khaki shorts. It fell open with the simplest click, 
and he began to fondle her newly exposed breasts 
slowly, moving down, feeling them with his hands, his 
tongue. She moaned softly as she managed to pull away 
his boxers. She moved back with a gasp. What was 
standing there was the largest cock I had ever seen. It 
was a good 7 inches, and at least twice as thick as 
mine. Judy merely grinned before starting to feel it, 
clamping it in her hands.

I looked down at my own now developing erection and was 
dumbfounded. This was a bad situation.

Charlie continued to suck on her nipples when he moved 
down and began to remove the skirt she was wearing, 
leaving her dressed in only her panties and socks. She 
reached down, pulled away the socks and let Charlie 
slowly unwrap her. As he began to move down and feel 
her newly exposed pussy, Judy reached up to her brown 
ponytail, and let her hair down, moaning under 
Charlie's manipulations. 

They lay there, kissing and feeling for a good 15 
minutes before my wife came to a small orgasm. She 
whispered something in Charlie's ear, and then opened 
her mouth, pulling his cock into it. She was never the 
best head giver, so I sensed a little discomfort in 
Charlie at first, but eventually she got into the 
rhythm. After a good couple of minutes, Charlie 
signalled that he was about to pop, and forcibly pulled 
his cock away from Judy's mouth, making a loud pop 
noise.

"Don't wanna finish before the grand finale now, do I?"

What the fuck did that mean?!

Judy only giggled, before replying

"I'll let you fuck me, but one thing. You can't cum in 
me, ok?"

Charlie nodded, and proceeded to work his enormous 
organ into her slot. She was groaning loudly, almost in 
pain as she was intruded by this foreign monster. I 
watched in horror as inch after inch started to slip 
in, and as her legs drew further and further apart.

I saw her shudder in an orgasm... and he wasn't even 
fully in yet! Eventually he was balls deep in her and 
he just looked into her longing eyes before he began 
his orchestrations.

It went on for about half an hour, him pulsing into 
her, pulling her to highs never before experienced. 
Before long he had even switched positions, moving her 
to her hands and knees, fucking her like an animal. She 
had never enjoyed that position much with me, but she 
seemed to be revelling in it now. Eventually, he turned 
her back over to the standard missionary position, and 
bellowed that he was going to cum.

He started to pull out, extracting from my wife when 
all of a sudden, she reached around him with her legs, 
pulling him into her. That seemed to do it, and with 
that, Charlie grunted. As wave after wave of sperm 
seemed to explode into Judy, she was hit with the 
biggest orgasm of her life.

I on the other hand just looked on in shock as she 
continued to be filled. They both lay still for a 
while, exchanging kisses, before Charlie lifted her up 
and carried her into his Bedroom. I tried moving around 
the house to get a better view, but the shades were 
down, and I could only hear them.

And hear them I did, for another four hours, before 
deciding to head back to the car and to go home, 
utterly defeated.

When she finally came home, she went straight to bed. 
She showered in the morning, and as she was getting 
out, I confronted her, trying to put on all my moves 
that I had.

Unfortunately, I knew her reply almost immediately. She 
had "A headache".

I drove past She was surely pregnant now, and I had no 
idea what to do. 

No idea what I could do.