Chapter 55
Saturday evening: Nellis'

Dina brought Bobby home for the evening; his junker would need a replacement piston and a ring job, his brother Mike had informed him - IF his father thought it was worth the effort of the repair. In the meantime, parts would not be available before Monday. Dina figured they could 'let their hair down' at home, especially since Big Al was acting like a caged cat when last seen. Seeing the way he was acting, Bobby knew that he wasn't going to get his opinion that day; never in his life had he seen his father so distracted. Securing permission to go to Dina's had been simple; Bobby could have asked to stay overnight and gotten the same answer. Mike dropped them off in the pickup the garage used to make supply runs, grinning at Bobby from the driver's seat and announcing, "You'd better plan on walking home - I'm pretty sure Dad won't be around, and I'm on call with the tow truck."

Dinner at Nellis' was a quiet affair, despite the unaccustomed two guests. Marilyn only had to make minor adjustments in quantity, and the primary result was that the expected quantities of leftovers failed to appear, which was just as well. Robert and Marilyn were both apparently nursing their own dark thoughts, and the two couples were too busy communing with themselves to be much interested in others.

After dinner, everybody but Robert began to clean up, which put too many people in the kitchen. Marilyn shooed the boys out in an effort to increase Dina's exposure to domesticity while evaluating Mandi's. After they had wandered out, Mandi cleared her throat. "Can we talk?"

"Okay," Marilyn responded. "What about?"

"Remember our discussion earlier?" Mandi queried.

"Yes..."

"I discovered a couple of things later that I think you ought to know."

Marilyn became cautious, "Okay..."

"I may be out of line here, so please understand that I don't profess to know it all. You and your husband have been married a long time... I'm sure I'm going to be stating the obvious, but..."

Marilyn waved airily, "Go on."

Mandi gathered herself, "Still waters run deep in your husband - and he's a very angry man. He let go a bit of it when he came back downstairs this afternoon, enough to see that there is a LOT more hidden behind it."

Marilyn looked perplexed. "He's angry? Why?"

"I THINK I know, but I'm not certain. What happened upstairs?"

Marilyn blinked. "We had sex."

Dina piped up, "How was it?"

"Fine. Nothing glorious. We deliberately didn't do any role-playing."

Mandi said gently, "Uh, I think it might be a good idea if you told us more about it. Something happened that you're apparently not aware of."

Marilyn blushed. "Well, I gave him a blow job..."

"Anything new and different about it?" Dina asked.

"Well, instead of swallowing, I jerked him off onto my chest."

Dina looked thoughtful. "How'd he take that?"

"Well, he asked me why, so I told him I thought it would look erotic..."

"Good!" Mandi exclaimed.

"...and that it kept me from having to swallow the stuff."

"Aw, shit!" moaned Dina. "Then what?"

"Well, then he had me lay back on the bed, and he returned the favor. But he kept missing my best places, and I just couldn't get off, so he finished me up with a vibrator."

Dina and Mandi exchanged significant glances. Mandi asked, "Did you tell him anything about where he should be licking, and what he should be doing to make it good for you?"

"Uh, no. Should I have? Fact is, the blowjob took a long time, too. He wasn't as 'hands on' as Master Rob was - maybe I didn't do as well, either..."

Dina sighed. "Then what?" she asked, wearily.

"Then I scooted up on the bed and we had sex. The usual: me on my back with him above me."

Dina frowned. "'The usual?' Mum, where were your legs? Did you lift them, like the other night, or..."

"No, I had them straight out. Jesus, this is embarrassing. We did things the old way."

Dina hung her head. "So Dad was, like, on his knees?"

Marilyn grimaced, "No, more like he was doing pushups. He got kind of winded, after a while... I was afraid I wasn't going to make it before he gave out. But I got one - a little one - then I just relaxed. After a couple of seconds, your father kind of grunted and rolled off. I figured he'd made it, too, so I asked him to bring me a towel so I could sop up the mess. He made some remark about my not needing one, but when he came back from the bathroom, he tossed one at me." Marilyn looked a little indignant. "I think he could have been a little nicer about it!"

Dina giggled, and looked at Mandi. "Okay, check me on this. Mum gives Pop an amateur blowjob - that would be Pop's fault, for not providing any instruction - that she ends by jerking him off on her chest."

Mandi took over, "The erotic idea was a good one - but telling him you didn't want to swallow was an insult. You should have stopped there."

Dina continued, "Then Pop beat himself up on your pussy for 15 or 20 minutes, missing the hot spots because you didn't tell him where they were."

"Master Rob makes you tell him how things feel," Mandi pointed out.

"Finally, he has to give up and get you off with a vibrator. How do you figure that makes him feel?" Dina resumed the narrative reconstruction.

Marilyn blinked. "Oh! Bad for the ego..."

"Then you have sex - in a position that's a lot of work for Pop to be able to fit about this much (Dina displayed an inch and a half measurement between her thumb and forefinger) of his poor pecker in your pussy. Finally, you get your rocks off - then you collapse and lay there like a dead thing, leaving Pop physically wasted and not even close."

Marilyn blushed, "Oh, shit!"

Mandi nodded. "Exactly! The towel remark was because he gave up in disgust when you went dead on him. He didn't come! You didn't need a towel to sop up the mess he made in your vagina - because he didn't make one! And THAT's why he was so pissed when he came downstairs!"

"Jeezus, Mum! Were you born stupid, or did you take lessons?"

Marilyn blanched. "What happened downstairs?"

"Mrs. Nellis ..."

"Marilyn, please, Dear."

"Your husband was pissed. He made some remarks, and Rick made some remarks... 'Greedy, thoughtless little bitch' was the most memorable descriptor. It became apparent that this was the icing on a very large cake. Your husband has an excellent poker face, but he's a very angry man. And YOU are a primary focus of that anger!"

"What have I done?" wondered Marilyn.

"I don't know if it's true, but both he and Rick seem to feel that you've ridden him roughshod for quite some time," Mandi elaborated. "You apparently take advantage of the fact that he loves you and cannot deny you things... to the point that it's all difficult to pay for. He offered you equality, and you used his love to make a dictatorship with you in charge. Then there's sex..."

"Or maybe there's NOT sex..." Dina chimed in.

"Remember Master Rob's little lesson on Thursday?" Mandi prompted.

"Well, yeah, but..." Marilyn began.

Mandi looked thoughtful. "I think that he felt that past incidents could be chalked up to ignorance - but now you KNOW better, and that REALLY set him off! You know, this week's been a real change for HIM, too - he's seen a side of himself he didn't know existed, any more than YOU did. But that cat's out of the bag, and it's having its effect on him - having tasted dominance, he's less willing to be trampled."

Marilyn sighed. "What is the effect of all this on the advice you gave me earlier?"

Mandi looked uncomfortable. "Well, it's changed my personal opinion about what I think you should do - but I didn't express that opinion then, and I won't now. You've got three options: You can continue to submit periodically - but I don't think that's going to last. You can submit permanently - but I don't think I'd do that right away. Or you can try to close the door on the whole episode."

"You've left some things unsaid - I can tell. What did you mean when you said that periodic episodes won't last?" Marilyn inquired.

"I think that if you continue to submit for short periods, they'll get longer and longer, and one fine day, he won't release you. Or things will go the other way, and he'll refuse to accept your submission."

Dina interjected thoughtfully, "That'd be bad, wouldn't it?"

Mandi nodded. "I don't know much at all, but I have opinions. I think if he stops accepting your submission, your relationship is on its last legs."

"Why shouldn't I submit right away?" Marilyn asked.

"If you submit right away," Mandi responded, "both of you will see a certain blending of your separated personas. In your case, it'll be a help - but Master Rob will assume dominance bathed in Robert's anger. He won't be able to shelve that anger while he deals with you. I predict that things will stabilize, but initially he will punish you - perhaps terribly."

"And if we forget the whole thing and move on?"

"You won't forget it, and he won't either - but you CAN move on. If some things don't change, though... Well, I believe that his tolerance level is going to continue to drop. You'll have to compensate - or else!"

Marilyn picked up Dina with her eyes, "Dina?"

"Mum, I think Mandi's on target. The lid's off, and things aren't going to return to how they were. If you try to make them, by this time next year, I'll be visiting my parents on alternate days. Pop loves you, but..."

"I didn't think he was that unhappy..."

"Mum, you chose not to. Pop's good - but nobody's THAT good. You just figured that he would continue to sweep the whole thing under the rug forever, so you ignored it. Frankly, that makes you exactly what he called you!"

Marilyn again regarded Mandi. "What do YOU think I should do?"

Mandi's expression became guarded. "This is too important, and I know too little about you. I refuse to express my opinion - I couldn't deal with responsibility for the consequences."

Dina erupted, "Well, I have an opinion, and it's based on knowledge, if not on experience! You need to look at one thing: Can you give him what he needs willingly, or must he take it? If you can't do either, you might as well go upstairs and pack! Fun's over, Mum - it's time to pay up!"

Marilyn drew a shaky breath. "Thank you both for your honesty." She turned and went upstairs. The girls went into the den and cuddled up to their respective boyfriends, each in search of a little comfort. While the boys had no idea what the problem was, both were happy to provide it. Bobby, in particular, was thrilled to death; it represented a new dimension in his budding relationship with Dina. At about 10:00, Marilyn came downstairs, and sat on the couch. She spent more time watching Robert than the television, however. Robert pretended not to notice, but became somewhat concerned over time.

At 11:00, Rick and Mandi stood up and excused themselves to go to bed. Absolutely nothing was said about the obvious fact that Mandi was staying the night in Rick's room.

At this point, Bobby began to get nervous. Robert noticed, and asked, "Bobby, do you need a ride home? Or would you rather stay the night - (glancing pointedly at Dina) - on the couch?" Dina nodded her understanding and agreement - any nocturnal activity would occur in the den, and nothing serious was expected.

Bobby detected and properly interpreted the look. This left things up to him. "Well, I could walk home, of course, but if it's all the same to you..."

Robert smiled to take the sting out of his next words. "It ISN'T all the same to me, Son, but there's no requirement for you to be alone at home, either."

Bobby licked his lips, "I think I'd like to stay, Sir."

"Fine." Robert rose, but Marilyn and Dina were already on their way to the linen closet. "Want to call your Dad?"

"I'd like to leave him a voicemail. I think I know where he is - but I don't want to disturb him."

Robert smiled quizzically. "I think I'm missing something..." Dina snickered.

Bobby blushed, and enlightened Marilyn and Robert, "Uh, he and Mandi's mom kinda hit it off..."

Everyone smiled. "That would seem to be a good thing," Robert commented.

"Very," Bobby confirmed. "They've both apparently been pretty lonely for a while. I kinda hope it lasts."

The women got the logistics settled, and Robert rose to retire for the night. "See you in the morning." Bobby nodded. Marilyn rose and followed her husband, fixing Dina with a look that said 'Behave yourself!' as she departed.

The expectation was that morning would find Dina in her room, and Bobby in the den. Things didn't happen that way, but were innocent, nonetheless. Dina went upstairs and donned a loose set of shorty pajamas. Bobby shucked out of his jeans and slipped under the blankets on the couch in his boxers and T shirt, just as Dina reappeared at the door. Dina lay down next to Bobby atop the blanket, and there ensued a protracted cuddle, at some point of which they both drifted off to sleep. Bobby awoke at about 3:00 a.m. to find Dina shivering. He managed to get her under the blankets, and rolled over on his side with his back to her. In no time at all, Dina was spooned against his back. Bobby smiled, and fell asleep while rubbing her thigh.

Mandi and Rick were entwined nude on Rick's bed, Mandi on top. Rick's erect penis was inserted to the hilt, but, except for the occasional wriggle and an occasional contraction of Mandi's vaginal walls, no one was moving. They had both discovered that they liked the feeling of simple penetration while they fondled and caressed one another. Mandi raised herself onto her elbows, and addressed Rick with a worried frown, "Your parents are at a crossroads - and I don't know whether they will be able to continue on together or not."

Rick sighed, "I know. Things have changed, and the old status quo is out the window, but Pop seems intent on trying to put Humpty back together again. Thing is, he wasn't doing that well under the old regime..."

Mandi kissed his cheek and nodded, "You're Dad's even more scared than your Momma. He's afraid that if he let's Master Rob out, there will be Hell to pay - that he won't be able to control himself."

Rick grimaced, "Yeah, but the problem is that Ol' Rob is already on his way out. The old Pop would never have let go like he did this afternoon - he'd have just been a little more tense, that's all."

Mandi nodded, "So I gathered. You encouraged him, too!" She poked him in the armpit, smiling.

Rick jumped and grunted, then sobered again. "Pop's just been bending over and taking it for years. He deserves to be able to bitch about it, at least!"

Mandi nodded. "Dina and I had a talk with your Momma after supper. They went upstairs and had sex, and almost totally screwed it up! Your Dad made a couple of little mistakes, but your Momma! She screwed up just about everything! Dina was beside herself! I guess your Momma was in the driver's seat, and she pointed them down the same old highway."

Rick grinned. "What did she do?"

"Well, she gave him a blowjob, which I understand is a step in the right direction - but when he got ready to come, she jerked him off on her chest, and told him she didn't like to swallow!"

"Well..."

"Believe me, it was how it was done. I guess he got down and ate her out, but she couldn't get off. She didn't give him any guidance at all, apparently. He finally wore out his tongue, and had to bring her off with a vibrator."

Rick shook his head. "That's a real blow to the old ego!"

Mandi nodded. "Then, she made him have sex with him like this..." She moved from her position with her legs draped outside Rick's, bringing her knees together, and tensing her thighs.

"Hey!" Rick erupted, having gone from fully inserted to just in at the tip.

Mandi resumed her previous position, obviously enjoying the feel of Rick's cock returning to its deep seat. "Mmmmm. Exactly. Only he was on top, doing pushups! Apparently, he worked at it for a few minutes, and she got a little cum, then just went floppy on him! He didn't cum, and she not only didn't know, she didn't give a shit!"

"Jeezus! No wonder Pop was pissed!"

"Dina told her that she'd better clean up her act - or else! Problem is, I really don't think she knows how!"

Rick grunted. "Well, we can't help them. Personally, I think Mum ought to submit. She'll be getting what she deserves, even if Pop goes off on her. Besides," he grinned, "she'd look pretty good in a dog collar and nothing else!"

Mandi sighed, "Frankly, I think it's her only chance!" Then she smiled, "You know, you can have ME like that any time..." and clamped down with her vaginal muscles.

Rick's eyes popped and he inhaled hugely through his nose as he savored the sensation. "Man, what a picture."

Mandi purred, "Anytime, anyplace, anywhere..."

The idea aroused Rick beyond the point where he could hold still, and he began the slow drive that would eventually bring the pair to climax.

Marilyn and Robert entered the master suite, undressed, and climbed into the opposite sides of their bed without speaking. Robert lay on his back and closed his eyes, but Marilyn lay there, wakeful, for a few minutes. Finally, she said, apparently to no one, "I really don't know you, do I?"

Without opening his eyes, Robert responded, "I don't think you ever considered the effort necessary." Then he rolled over on his side, facing away from her. After a moment, a couple of fat tears rolled down her cheeks.