Support group for Thread

[lefty]

Our little Cubby has been having a meltdown of epic proportions, starting Duncan threads left and right

It's our responsibility to support him and help him to get better

Any idea is welcome, as we need to first identify what led to this meltdown.

- why is he obsessed with Duncan?
- why the fascination with cuckolding
- is Thread rejecting his gay identity, and why is he fapping multiple times a day to Koriwhat's calf tats?

Thread (http://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=19320), we encourage you to talk; we are here to listen

[scanry]

His stickh ended the moment Duncan rang 5. He doesn't need a support group. What he needs is a shopping cart to carry the big shit bag tbh.

[lefty]

His stickh ended the moment Duncan rang 5. He doesn't need a support group. What he needs is a shopping cart to carry the big shit bag tbh.
I think it's more serious than that tbh

[lefty]

Thread

You're ok?

[Dex]

I think the old man has finally gone senile, tbh. He's living in Wonderland.

[Brazil]

Let's pray for his salvation brothers...

[lefty]

Let's pray for his salvation brothers...
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[Thread]

- why the fascination with cuckolding

"Over the Ottoman"

By Thread

New York City
5 April 1963

There'd been thoughts, visions before. He'd been able to keep them secret, suppress them, dismiss them, discount them and they'd even lessened, but, yet always had loitered. And now keenly so. After Tracy had left their office for Brady's executive floor he'd put his wife on the elevator going down then quickly ensconced himself in the men's restroom. Mercifully he'd found it unoccupied. Visions of his wife and another man, this, this Englishman coupling together was filling his conscience to bursting. He washed his hands, then found the courage to lift his gaze into the reflection above the sink. 'Jesus, what in the Hell is wrong with you, boy? She's your wife, the mother of your son.' He'd admonished himself afore like this. This was not the first time. He dropped his eyes to the running water, then cupped his hands. The cold water clearing his mind, then the visions launched again. She'd undressed them both, first Rattigan, then herself. He watched from the kitchen thru the open shutters. She was gleaming, white and perfect. She came into his arms as they stood in front of the davenport. Tracy's fingertips immediately falling to his wife's bottom cheeks, resting there close to the crevice as their lips met then parted. She guided Tracy's head to her breasts as her eyes met her husbands then closed as Rattigan fed at her breasts. He gripped the kitchen sink tightly, the stainless steel wet and cold, then realized he was gripping the white porcelain of the sink in front of him.


Chapter 1.

"Rob, Rob, hey, Rob."

"Buddy!"

"You okay, Rob?"

"I'm fine, Buddy."

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Buddy moved to the urinals. "Can you believe that Rattigan guy, Rob? What a character." Rob watched in the mirror's reflection as Buddy relieved himself.

"Rob, a Jew and a Gentile are pissing. The Jew says,,,,"

"Buddy, not now. I have to get back."

"Wait up I'll walk back with you."

He had no choice but to wait. To do otherwise would be unwise. Buddy was already aware of what had transpired back in their office. Mel Cooley had sprung Tracy Rattigan on Rob and his co-writers out of the blue. Laura had made a special trip into the city for Friday luncheon with Rob. They'd dined at Sardi's, Laura's favorite and were looking forward to a weekend alone together. Their son Ritchie was departing later in the day for a Boy Scout Jamboree up state and would not be back until Sunday night. Upon returning to the office afterward they'd opened the door to find Rattigan holding court. He'd at once pounced upon Laura, introducing himself to her and Rob. Mel had already introduced him to Sally and Buddy. Rattigan's reputation was legendary. 'Racy' was his nickname and well deserved. He enjoyed flirting, to him it was sport. He was one of the UK's most eligible bachelors and had dated the world's most beautiful women, some of whom were married.

Laura had retreated at Tracy's advances to Rob's side. She grasped Rob's hand. Rob found it warm and moist.

"What a beautiful child you are, my dear." Rattigan's accent was not the least bit muddled, but, with a marked clarity that matched his blue eyes and sharp features.

"Uh, uh, uh..." Laura's voice was stifled and thick.

"What do you think of Alan's surprise, Rob? Tracy will be our special guest host on next week's show." Mel was beaming. Rob had forgotten about Alan taking a short vacation in Bermuda.

"Uh, uh, uh..." Now it was Rob's turn to bluster out a response.

"Oh, we'll have a fabulous time, Rob. You, Buddy, Sally and me. Though I'll miss this charming creature. You'll have me out to the house while I'm stateside, hey? New Rochelle, is it?" He knew.

"Of course." Laura was decisive.

"You have a standing invitation to my place, Tracy. It's just me and my pussy...well my cat, but, you're most welcome." Sally had moved across and was now at Tracy's side.

"I shall keep that invite close at hand, Sally dear, hey?" He was speaking to Sally, but, his eyes had not moved from Laura's since the Petries had entered the office.

"Tracy, Alan is expecting us back upstairs, we should go." Mel had grabbed onto Rattigan's suit coat and was making a move toward the open doorway.

"Mel, why don't you go and let Tracy stay. You could go over and spar with Cassius Clay. I hear he's looking for a punching bag." Buddy was in fine form.

"Rob!" Mel beseeched him.

"Buddy!" Rob was not in the mood. The gaze twixt Laura and Tracy had not broken.


Chapter 2.

For Rob it had started at Camp Crowder where Laura and Rob first met. She was working for the USO there while Rob served out his enlistment in the entertainment wing of the U.S. Army. They'd met one afternoon while Laura was practicing a dance routine in the camp theater. Laura was tall, slim and moved with such grace. Robert Petrie fell instantly in love with her. She took some convincing. There'd been resistance at the start and that resistance would never quite vanish. The "Bivouac Baby Contest" was where Rob's pathology first surfaced. The winner of the contest was awarded a date with Camp Crowder's--Bivouac Baby--Laura Meehan.

A handsome fellow, a Sergeant from supply won the contest. Laura was hesitant to fulfill the date. "Rob, I won't if you tell me not to." She looked intently for his response.

But, Rob did not want to forbid it. And though he disliked Sergeant Williams he desired the date to take place.

"No, Laura, it wouldn't be right for you to refuse."

"But, Rob."

"No, it will be okay."

"If you say so, darling." Though she wanted to assure Rob that nothing untoward would occur during their Friday night date. "Nothing will happen, Rob, I promise."

But, the more Rob thought about the date the more he wanted something to occur. And he wanted to see it, to bear witness to it. He couldn't explain it, but, it was real and it was strong. And it was undeniable.

He did not query where the date would take place. All he knew was that Van Williams would pick Laura up Friday night at her apartment. Rob also knew he'd be there and he would follow them, and he'd watch.


Chapter 3.

Friday night found Rob standing across the street from Laura's apartment building next to an Army Jeep he'd borrowed from a buddy in the Motor Pool.

Williams was prompt, even a little early, arriving in a late model Pontiac convertible/top down. Rob sank back into the darkness and peeled his eye.

The couple came out a few minutes later, and they were hand-in-hand, she in a light blue summer dress that showed off her figure and long legs. He was in uniform. "What a ham." Rob spat from the shadows. Laura scooted into the front seat past the wheel, but, stopped abruptly half way across. Rob's heart raced as Laura held station-Williams settled in next to her. Instead of hitting the ignition the couple conversed for a while. Rob could hear Laura's laughter cascading across the street.

"If this is their first date Bing Crosby can't sing." Rob grunted.

Soon the laughter stopped and kissing began. Rob clenched his teeth and his fists. And was torn twixt rushing across the street-announcing his presence and going back to the barracks, holing up in the latrine with his thoughts and the visions.

'"Nothing will happen" my ass.' Rob said to himself. 'But you wanted this, didn't you?' "Yes. Why? I have no earthly idea." Williams started the Pontiac, hit reverse and cruised on down the street as Rob slammed himself against the wall of the closed Texaco station he was hiding next to.

By the time Petrie scrambled into the Jeep it was too late. He'd missed his chance.

On the drive back to the Motor Pool Rob imagined all manner of exploits, from parking in a secluded spot to taking a motel room for the night. There was a string of such motels in the exact direction they were headed to when last he spied their disappearing tail lights.

"Go back and check it out." Rob prompted himself.

"No."

"Do it. You know you want to. You know you want to find them there."

"No." Nonetheless he executed a perfect 3-point turn and went back.

He never told Laura that he'd found the Sergeant's Pontiac at the Candy Cane Motel. It was parked in front of Room 9. He left the Jeep a half mile up the road, then trekked back and took station across the road in a slightly elevated wooded area. He also never told Laura that he'd purchased a pair of binoculars from Sears and Roebucks that very afternoon.

"Yes, sir, these are our most powerful model. You'll be right on top of the action. It will be like you're in the huddle." Rob had told the salesman he needed the binoculars for watching football. Rob shelled out the $150.00 even though it left him flat broke.

Fumbling with the binoculars in the dark woods caused Rob to curse himself for not trying them out earlier. Looking thru the powerful lenses caused his stomach to lurch, his chow hall dinner threatening to reverse course. Then the rear end of the Pontiac came into the viewfinder followed by Door Number 9. He shifted right and found the window. He also found a wedge of pale light twixt the drapes, the bed, less than a yard beyond


Chapter 4.

The Sears and Roebucks sporting goods salesman was dead on. While not in a huddle, Rob Petrie was in Room Number 9 and he was bedside.

"Sir, this button here." The salesman had pointed to a tiny button on the top of the binocular arch. "Depressing this button will enable you to get 30 times closer, but, just for a limited 30 second interval. Then it will take the internal power structure an additional 30 seconds to recover before you can utilize it again. It is this feature that enable these glasses, the Model 30-30 to out perform every other, whether it's Monkey Wards, or, the trash at K-Mart. Trust me. Go ahead, sir, try it." Rob had declined. He was on his lunch break and needed to get back and a bit ashamed of himself knowing the true intent of his purchase. Plus Rob was just relieved they actually had a set in stock.

In the dark Rob searched-found-depressed the button. "Oh-my-God."

Rob, for the second time in his life sighted Miss Meehan in panties, though this time they were half way down and rested just above her knees. The first time was back in her apartment when Laura had tried to seduce him. He'd flat out refused. "Not till were married, Laura." It was his mid west upbringing. She'd cried-then fled, Rob ineffectually averted his eyes as her incredibly round, white panted bottom disappeared back into her bedroom.

Laura was in William's arms on the far side of the bed. The requisite 30 second recharge took place-Rob depressed the button. "Oh-my-God." The panties were gone, as Williams busied himself removing her bra, Laura's diminutive breasts released were immediately crushed by the bountiful chest hair of Williams.

Even without the booster the line of sight was incredible. He'd wanted to see Laura nude and now his want had been sated. He'd also wanted to see Laura kiss Van and now this want was being sated. Another 30 seconds in the books and Rob hit the booster. "Oh-my-God." Their mouths were fused.

"If this is their first date I'm a monkey's ass." It was then that the booster expired and Miss Meehan dropped to her knees. Both were bare-chested. But, only Laura was nude. Rob watched as Laura unbuckled Van's khaki's, took them down and off.

"What kind of soldier doesn't wear underwear?" Rob queried the darkness. Williams was long and incredibly stiff. Rob backtracked up the incline 10 yards to get a better view and it worked splendidly.

"If this is the first penis she has sucked I'm going to do the Dutch." Once again Rob spoke to the darkness.

Rob watched in near abject horror as Laura Petrie, nee Meehan, his future wife and mother of his children made love to Van Williams. He didn't bother to hit the booster button again. Just watched the act of fellatio take place, a gentle, but, insistent bob to her ministration. Williams held stock still as she worked not only his penis, but, his scrotum in turn.

He'd never been more miserable, nor sexually charged.

"Please do not go further." He beseeched the couple from the dark, wooded hillside.

They went further. Van lifted Laura from her knees and back to his chest where they resumed kissing

"What kind of man kisses a woman after she's sucked his penis?"

"Van Williams, that's who."

"I know."

Williams scooped Laura up in his arms then set her gently upon the bed, lengthwise.

"You'll have go higher to keep the advantage." Rob exclaimed.

"I know, I'm going, I'm going." This time the climb was higher and steeper, but, the reward commensurate.

"The button, press the button, you fool." Rob obeyed himself. "Oh-my-God."

"They're fornicating!" Rob turned and cried back up the hill. The echo returning thru the pines. "Shush!" Rob admonished himself.

"You could have that if you wanted it." Rob castigated himself.

"I'm better than that. A darn sight better." Rob castigated himself.

First one, then after a short shrift a second ankle of Laura's was cast over Van's shoulders.

"This, is not the first time. No way, Jose'."

Van was pounding his intended and Rob found the spectacle both abhorrent and absolutely mesmerizing. And as close as he was to the fornicating couple without the button's activation he was that much closer to them with it. So he began a precise count on that hillside. Van slowed, stopped and arranged Laura in a different position. This one with her facing the hillside and her intended. Williams mounted her from the rear as Laura then hung her head and took the fierce copulating. Rob started a fresh counting sequence, just after the 9th button push Williams threw his head back, his body coming to a screeching halt. "Oh-my-God, he's inseminating Laura. Oh-my-God." Rob dropped the binoculars and joined them on the cold, hard ground.


Chapter 5.

Rob was torn twixt dropping his own khakis, flogging his log, picking up the binoculars, returning them to Sears and Roebucks and tearing down the hill, and busting in the door of Room 9 so he could get the very best view of the couple's post coitus afterglow. He did not have the guts, nor the shoulder for the last option, nor the sales receipt for the center option, so, he accomplished the charter option and put his seed onto the earth visions of Van & Laura|Laura & Van rampaging thru his brain as his hand worked it's magic.

Mission accomplished and half way down the hill Rob reconsidered and climbed back up to retrieve the binoculars.

"Don't look." Rob defied himself and looked. The bed was empty, the Pontiac as before.

"Go back to Camp." Rob obeyed himself, made the 1/2 mile trek (thru the woods just in case they left in the interim and found him walking on the side of the road) to his Jeep and returned to the barracks .

As he laid in his bunk replaying the night's itinerary he was sure of one thing, he loved Laura more than he thought his heart was capable of. His greatest fear was that she would break off their more or less engagement and become Williams property. He'd proposed to Laura, but, she had hesitated, wouldn't even commit to a timetable for her decision. He'd had no choice but to wait.

"Petrie!" A robust call. "Phone call, it's Laura."

'Bitch.' Rob, rail thin, in his GI issue skives, nearly ran for the day room.

"Laura?"

"Hi, Rob. Well, I'm back. Van just dropped me off at my apartment."

Much to Rob's chagrin his olive drab boxers threatened to tent. "Laura?"

"Yes, darling, it's me."

"What happened, Laura?" Rob sounded informed.

"Nothing, darling, we just bowled a few lines at the bowling alley, then had a cheeseburger at "Stinkys" out at the highway cutoff."

'Liar.'

"Did he kiss you?"

"Of course not. He was the perfect gentleman, at all times."

'An accomplished lying bitch.' He faced the wall, his blood racing to his penis.

"Did you make another date with him?" 'Please say "yes."'

"Of course not, darling. Tonight wasn't really even a date. It was a directive from the USO, right, sweetheart?"

He thought immediately of his mother, nude, it was the only way to waylay his imminent tumescence. Thank heavens it worked, toot sweet.

"You're right, Laura. I worried over nothing." Rob couldn't believe his own voice.

"Rob?" The voice of an angel.

"What, Laura?" His most flaccid tone.

"Yes." Her most loving tone and one he'd never heard afore.

"'Yes' what?" He couldn't have cared less. He wanted to visit the latrine, lock the wooden door to the stall and flog his log till there was no more. 'Mother, mother, mother.'

"Yes, Rob, yes, I will marry you, darling. I love you, Rob. Yes."

[lefty]

Shit, Thread is not getting any better

[Thread]

Chapter 6.

A week later in front of a small gathering at the Camp Chapel the couple exchanged vows. They had little money for a real honeymoon, so they decided to honeymoon close to Camp Crowder.

"Rob, how about one of those cute little motels by the highway? You know where I'm talking about, darling?"

He knew. "Sure, that would be economical. I'll make the reservati."

"No, darling, let me." Laura had interrupted him, a dictate to her tone. "It will be my wedding gift to you, Rob. I'll handle everything."

Saturday evening, after a small, informal wedding reception at the NCO club she drove them to their honeymoon destination, the Candy Cane Motel. "Surprise! This place is so cute from the road. Now I'll finally get to see it from the inside." Rob plastered a pleasant countenance to himself and returned her excitement. "The Candy Cane Motel, eh?"

"Rob, he said that Room Number 9 is the cleanest and has the only color television of all the motels in the area." She'd made him wait outside in her pink over white Metropolitan while Laura claimed the reservation and checked them in.

"Why can't I come in?" He'd queried.

"Darling, do you trust me?" She'd queried, her white teeth gleaming.

"Yes." Tight-lipped & flat-eared Rob lied.

He watched as she engaged the desk clerk in deep conversation. Several minutes later Laura emerged smiling to beat the band waving the room key at him. Rob didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But, one thing for certain: he too wanted "to finally get to see it from the inside."

There were two double beds. The drapes had not been touched, the sliver of space still in evidence. It was surreal standing inside the room when a week earlier he'd been across the road, tall and thin among the pines.

Laura had been impressed when Rob scooped her up and carried her across the threshold of Room 9. 'Make sure you carry her to bed like Van did. Will do.'

"Thank you, darling." She'd blushed as Rob's hands held her closely, securely and with a certain animalistic intent.

"Rob, why don't you open the champagne and let it breath while I take a warm bath. Please, darling. I won't be long, sweetheart, I promise." She took her small overnight bag into the bathroom and closed the door. He waited for her to engage the lock and was disappointed when she did.

He'd no sooner heard the bathtub begin to fill when she called to him: "Rob, darling, we'll use the bed closest to the window."


Chapter 7.

Rob quickly confirmed that he could not have been detected on the hillside. Satisfied he opened the champagne and then donned his light blue cotton pajamas. He'd brought along his transistor radio and dialed thru the stations, Patti Page suggesting "Changing Partners" came in clear as a bell. Rob quickly turned the tuning dial. "Answer Me My Love" demanded Nat King Cole. Rob quickly turned the tuning dial. Doris Day confessed to having a "Secret Love." Rob quickly turned the tuning dial and the on-off switch consecutively.

Rob sat down heavily upon the bed. "If she doesn't know or suspect why in the name of God did she pick this motel, this room and this bed?" Their bed offered nary answer.

"I'll tell you why, she wants to relive the affair with you. She wants to compare and contrast the two of us."

"Give her what she wants, Rob."

"But, I've never done any of this."

"You've seen exactly how it's done though, haven't you?"

"Yes. Of course I have, you were there."

"Can you do it? Play her game, give her exactly what she wants, what she desires. She chose you. There must be a good reason."

"I know, but, I can't ask her that reason."


"I know, you have to believe in yourself as being the reason. Now give it to her like she got it a week ago in that exact same bed." Rob leaned forward and with the flat of both hands pressed down on their bed. The springs were loosey and they were goosey. "Beat him, not once, but, twice in the same day."

"Rob?"

"I'm thinking, I just don't know if I can do it."

"Rob? Do what, Rob?" It was Laura, she'd emerged from the bathroom and she'd emerged as a goddess in white.

A pure white negligee, they'd seen it on the mannequin at the J.C. Penny. 100% rayon, he'd marveled at the feel of the materiel. "Oh, Rob. I could never wear that." She led him quickly away from the floor display.

But, Laura had donned it and she looked like an absolute angel. She'd brushed out her brown hair and it rested on the countless ruffles of her gown.

'I'll do it!'

And he did. Robert Petrie gave it to Laura Petrie as she'd gotten it a week earlier. The itinerary wasn't a mirror image, but each act was recreated in kind. Rob didn't have hair on chest, no, his chest was as smooth as baby's bottom. But, Rob was extremely stiff and adequately long to bring rapture to his bride. Laurie Petrie, nee Meehan took the sanctified intercourse in the spirit that it was intended. In a loving display of male supremacy Rob bent Laura over not their bed, but, their bed and Laura never said one word about her dictate being disavowed.

The couple whispered long into the night, of promises and vows not spoken in the Chapel, but, confirmed now. Laura dedicated herself to Rob and Rob met her on the square.

As Laura slept, Rob watched over her, reliving their wedding night coupling and the coupling that took place in the bed yonder a week past. As sleep closed in Robert Petrie made his peace with Laura, with Van and finally as dawn launched with God.

9 months to the day of their wedding-minus a week-Laura gave birth to Richard R. Petrie.

"He's a preemie, Rob!"

[100%duncan]

Thread is good people imho.

[ChumpDumper]

Another day, another old man loses his shit on ST.

[Thread]

Chapter 8.


It took the Petries 5 years to get to New York, but, when they got there, it was at the request of the Columbia Broadcasting Company (CBS). Hired as a writer for the parent's pride and joy The Alan Brady Show Rob quickly took the reigns and was made head writer in short order. The couple found New Rochelle to their liking and settled there in a modest home replete with fireplace, sliding patio door and a split bedroom design. Their next door neighbors, the Helpers, Jerry & Millie soon became fast friends. Jerry was a dentist, Millie a mother and homemaker like Laura, though Laura would upon occasion still dabble in her profession of dancing.

Rob never broached the subject of their son's paternity. The boy looked like Laura, and he looked like Van Williams. There was no mistake about that. Rob had made his peace on their wedding night in the same motel room where Ritchie had been conceived with Rob bearing witness from among the pines across the road. Rob was proud of himself for his fortitude and for his grace. "To be forgiven one must forgive." This was Rob's salvation. He'd ponder the Lord's word whenever he'd think back to those days of Williams and the hillside. The Lord and hard work saw Rob thru.

Yes, he still fantasized over Laura with other men and he'd relive the night Laura was inseminated with his son over and over. The visions brought him joy and sexual satisfaction. When swinging and wife swapping became the rage Rob and Laura touched on taking part in a "key party" that the Steins, Sadie & Sam were sponsoring up the block. Rob had always found Sadie a most alluring woman, but, the thought of getting stuck with any of the other women he was expecting to attend turned his stomach. He knew the Helpers were considering taking part as well. 'If I got stuck with Millie I'd leave home and hide out in the Bowery.' In the end both the Petries and Helpers elected to go into the city and see "West Side Story" the night of the party. Afterward Jerry insisted they go to Jack Dempsey's joint for dinner. It was a fine evening. The couples ran into Buddy & Sally, Rob's co-writers and 4 turned to 6. Buddy regaled his small audience with stories and jokes that kept their party going into the wee hours.

The following Monday morning the 3 writers became embroiled in conversation that once again tested Rob and Laura Petrie.


Chapter 9.

"She'll know it's me, Buddy, Laura will never go for it."

"Proof it."

"But, it's hokey, Buddy."

"What are you afraid of Rob?"

"Nothing, Buddy, and anyway we have a lot of work to do."

"Monday is our reward for a well written show, Rob."

"He's right, Rob." Sally piped up.

"She'll know it's me." Rob continued his protest, though the grip loosened.

"C'mon, Rob, you have to make it real. We'll know."

"Buddy..." Rob whined.

"C'mon, Rob, it'll be fun."

"Sally..." Rob whined.

"Buddy, if Rob is not sure of Laura maybe we'd better just forget it."

Rob could feel his hackles rise. He caved. "Fine. But, I'm telling you right now she'll know it's me."

The trio had been kicking around some ideas as a central theme for Alan Brady to perform on an upcoming show. Buddy Sorrel suggested a prank phone call skit. He offered to show the team how it would work by calling his wife, "Dill." But, he'd been terribly salacious and scared the woman half to death as she'd just stepped out of the bathtub.

Sally grabbed the Magic 8 Ball off their desk as Rob settled in the chair and grabbed the telephone, Buddy breathing down his neck.

"Rob, the 8 ball says Laura will bite, hard."

Rob ran the dial 3 times before taking his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and covering the mouthpiece, then finished dialing.

"Make it good, Rob."

'Damn Jew.' Rob felt justified though low. Laura answered just after the third ring.

"Hello?" Laura's voice always invigorated Rob.

In his best impression of Bela Lugosi Rob bent to focus and gave it his everything: "Yes, a Doctor Sam Sheppard please, this is Doctor Benel."

"I'm sorry there is no Doctor Sheppard here."

"No, this is not a New Rochelle Hospital?"

"No, it is not."

"Oh, I must have miss dialed. My apologies."

"You're forgiven, Doctor,,, Benel?"

"Yes. And such a charming voice."

There was hesitation, just a hitch. "Goodbye, Doctor." But, Laura did not cut the line.

"You walk in beauty, do you not, Carissima?"

Sally feigned fainting, Buddy catching her at the last. Rob shot them a glance.

"'Carissima,' Doctor?"

"One with such a voice should be known by such a name."

Laura paused momentarily. "I must go, Doctor."

"I will call again, tomorrow, Carissima?"

There was hesitation, cold silence, though the line held. Now it was Rob who felt faint, his body hot.

In her most captivating way Laura recited the Petrie phone number slowly so there would be absolutely no mistake.

The buzzing thru the line brought Rob to reality a minute later. He'd briefly returned to the dark hillside. Ashen faced Rob hung up the phone and turned to his colleagues.

"Well, Rob, what did she say?" Sally and Buddy in unison.

There was no hesitation. Not even a hitch. "Told me she was making her meatloaf for dinner and not to be late." Rob spoke to the Magic 8 Ball, then swiveled back to Buddy and Sally. "She knew it was me."


Chapter 10.

Rob couldn't wait to get to Penn Station and the train ride out to New Rochelle. It had been a long afternoon in the office. After the phone call they'd concentrated, well Sally and Buddy had, on the show. Rob portended to focus, but, his mind was fully on Laura and her impetuous behavior during the phone call. He was fully convinced right up to the moment she divulged their phone number that she knew it was Rob. Now he was fully convinced she was openly flirting with a stranger.

"That bastard!" Rob, under his breath cursed "Dr. Benel" for at least the 4th time since hanging that phone up. "That's you, idiot." Rob reminded and chided himself for the 4th time.

"What in the Hell is she thinking of?"

Unbeknownst to Rob a man had nestled into the seat next to Rob. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was talking to myself. Please forgive me."

"Not at all." The stranger buried his face in the front page of The Times.

Rob buried his face in the train car window. 'Are you going to confess, or, call her back tomorrow?'

'What do you think I'm going to do?'

'Call her.'

"Honey, I'm home." Rob called out to Laura as he closeted his hat and coat.

The house was quiet, too quiet.

"Laura?" 'Oh, God no, she's went to him. You-fool-you, you're "Dr. Benel."' Immediately one weight lifted and another took root.

"Oh, Rob, you're finally home." Laura had entered from the kitchen thru the swinging door. She scurried into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"What's wrong? Did something happen today?"

"No, I'm just so glad to see you." Her hair smelled of Prell. His sack roiled savagely in the base of his BVDs.

'Ask her.' Rob obeyed himself. "Anybody call today?" His voice unnaturally high.

"Just Millie, calling me back to let me know they could take Ritchie tonight. I wanted us to have the evening to ourselves. He'll go to school from their house in the morning."

"What's wrong?" Rob repeated himself.

"Nothing, darling. I just felt extra romantic this afternoon and wanted to be with my husband. We haven't had a night to ourselves in quite sometime, Rob. Please?"

"You haven't anything to tell me?"

"No, darling, just that I love you and want you." Laura's hands fell to the front of his Brooks Brother's wool trousers. Rob froze stiff.

"Rob, do you remember that night at the Candy Cane?" Rob froze stiffer.

'Oh, my God, she's going to confess.' Rob was ready to receive his wife's confession. "Yes, Laura, I remember that night."

"Please, darling, let it be like that night again this night."

"What?" Rob was immediately aghast. 'Van Williams is in New Rochelle?' The last he'd heard Williams was up in the Aleutians.
"Yes, my darling, take me as you took me that night. Do with me as you did with me that night. Make me do everything you made me do that night. Please, Rob, I surrender to you. Take me, darling."

"Oh, our wedding night." Rob was at once relieved and disappointed. Van Williams was not in New Rochelle, or, at least not in the guest room.

"Yes, darling, you were so forceful, so commanding, so demanding, so virile, so rough and so firm. I've wanted you like that ever since that night. I'll do anything you want, Rob. Anything. Take me, Rob, start here, as long as we end up in bed I'll be yours all night. I'll be shameless, insatiable, I'll not know right from wrong. Please, darling, I've been a,,,,I'm a bad girl."

Rob knew the phone call was the catalyst for this behavior. He could either confront her with it, or, grant his wife's wishes, demands and desires. He'd done it once. That night. He'd not done it again. There was never another moment when he was aware that he should, or, could. That time had come again. It would be this night. This night.

"And what do bad girl's get, Laura?"

"Disciplined?" Her voice that of a girl.

"Yes. And how should that discipline be administered, Laura?"

"Spanking?" Younger.

"Laura?"

"Yes, darling?" Laura's voice again.

"Take your clothes off and lay over the ottoman."

Laura obeyed.


Chapter 11.

Rob disciplined his wife: spanked Laura's bottom till it looked like 2 Jap flags. When she'd had enough, she cried and begged her husband to stop. Her husband stopped, removed his own clothes, rearranged her upon the ottoman and soundly fucked her from behind. His length was a new thing. His staying power as well. In long strokes he gave it to Laura and she took it. She hung her head as she had over the two nights at the Candy Cane. Rob did not finish inside Laura's pussy.

"Raise your head, Laura." Rob finished inside Laura's mouth.

It was not the end, but, just the beginning.

"Go into our bathroom and get the jar of Vaseline. Arrange yourself on the bed-crossways on hands and knees, face buried in your pillow. Understood?"

"Understood." Laura scampered thru their bedroom door.

Rob had never entertained anal intercourse with his wife. Though Laura's bottom was round and pert he'd been afraid to broach the subject, make the request.

His near instant resurrection was a new thing. He gave Laura a few minutes to accomplish her task as he enjoyed a glass of cold water from the kitchen tap.

Laura took her ass fucking as she had the spanking. When she had enough she cried and begged her husband to stop. This time, unlike last time her husband did not stop. He finished inside Laura's rectum, deep inside it. She was tight and hot, like scalding velvet and Rob surprised himself by controlling his release until he was ready. Upon his crisis, Rob bellowed out the roar of a lion, Laura's pitiful whimpers a fine contrast.

Rob felt power and powerful. "A bad girl doesn't deserve an orgasm. But, one who is contrite does. Are you contrite, Laura."

"Yes, Rob." Her voice raw. She was on the edge and needed it.

"Roll over, spread your legs and do it."

"Yes, Rob." She obeyed him to-the-letter.

Her fingers were frantically moving in her center when Rob, standing tall at her bedside became merciless.

"What are you thinking about?" His tone freighted in demand.

"That night." Her fingers worked faster.

"Which night?"

"At the Candy Cane." Her fingers were a blur."

'Which night?' Her husband had shown mercy.

"You were so beautiful."

Laura arched her back severely, her reddened bottom leaving the mattress.

"So gorgeous."

"Rob!"

"So wicked."

"Oh, God!!"

"So forbidden."

"So near."

"I wanted to wat...to see."

"Yes."

"Everything."

"It's here." Laura's screams filled the house and Bonnie Meadow Road.


Chapter 12.

Both husband and wife were more than a bit taken aback by their expressive roles in the night's events.

Laura had never entertained thoughts and desires to be beaten by her husband. When he'd chosen and commanded that discipline she'd instantly acquiesced, keen to see it thru and experience corporal punishment at the hand of Robert Petrie.

Laura had never entertained thoughts and desires to swallow her husband's essence. She'd been hesitant to commit fellatio with him. She'd enjoyed the act, just not with him.

Laura had never imagined allowing a man, any man to penetrate her rectum, but, she could not stop him. To try to would have involved New Rochelle PD and she was not prepared to make that commitment. So, she obeyed her husband: retrieved the Vaseline-climbed onto their bed-put her bottom into West Chester County air-her face in her feather pillow and on hands & knees took it.

No words were spoken after she'd achieved her release, Rob egging her on from above with a look of absolute adoration mixed with absolute feral anger. She imagined that he believed that she was ignorant of his telephone comedy. His "Dr. Benel" act had not been detected immediately and Laura was intrigued before more or less quickly realizing it was indeed Rob. She enjoyed men, watching them desire her, watching them fight the urge to devour her. And she knew Rob enjoyed that part of their marriage as well. They'd never even touched on it, but, she was certain it brought Robert Petrie great joy and great consternation and fueled his creative mind. She would lead her husband in this odyssey. She'd already cancelled her once-a-week day at Ritchie's school when she ran the mimeograph machine and helped out in the office. She didn't want to miss "Dr. Benel" and his phone call.

She'd not spoken after her orgasm, just brought the sheets and blankets over her, held them open for him, then spooned her naked body into his, back-to-front. He'd gained an erection, but, he made no attempt to penetrate Laura further. Rob was without shame but totally bewildered by his behavior.

Rob had never considered beating his wife. The thought was abhorrent to him. He'd never raised his hand to her, ever. But, now he'd beaten her and it had brought him a sharp sense of power. He knew he'd beat her again, if she'd permit it and perhaps even if she forbade it.

Rob had never expected Laura to permit him to ejaculate in her mouth. He'd commanded it, but, upon reflection he was now shocked she allowed it. It had not been as pleasant as he'd imagined.

Rob had never expected Laura to permit him to sodomize her. He'd not even considered it, well, seriously until moments before he ordered her to submit. Her bottom had always enthralled Rob, but, he'd never made an issue of it. He'd kept his abundant enchantment with her backside mostly to himself.

Husband would beat and would sodomize wife again and before the week expired. The acts would take place in the city, at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Husband and wife would not be alone. "Dr. Benel" would be in Room 412 as well.


Chapter 13.

Laura was up before Rob and had fixed him a hearty breakfast of French toast and bacon, cooked to perfection, extra crispy, just the way Rob loved it.

Laura spied Rob thru the closed shutters twixt kitchen and living room and awaited his arrival just past clearance of the swinging kitchen door. "Good morning, darling." She'd startled Rob, but, he hadn't let on. He took Laura into his arms and kissed her gingerly upon the lips.

"Thank you, darling, for last night. So powerful, my goodness what got into you, darling?"

"I can't imagine, sweetheart." Rob settled into his chair and took a sip of his coffee. Laura had donned a pair of slacks. They framed her bottom to perfection.

"Isn't today your day at the school?" He queried the dish washing Laura.

"I begged off. I'm just going to hang around the house today and take it easy. I'm just a little worn out this morning." She turned and winked at Rob, just a trace wiggle to her bottom.

'She doesn't want to miss his phone call.'

For the umpteenth time Rob corrected himself: 'Your phone call. Right.'

"You're not sore are you, Laura?" 'You fucked her in the ass, mister.' Rob felt terrible shame tinged with a strong desire to take Laura's backside before heading to the office.

"A little, but, it's a pleasant soreness." Laura had turned-removed the yellow Playtex gloves and addressed him. "And my fanny is still a little warm. It's a reminder of you, darling."

'She wants it again.'

Rob poured a judicious amount of syrup on his French toast and dug in. She came to him then and stood behind him.

The toast went down and he didn't even taste it.

"Darling." Her whisper a sultry hiss into his right ear.

Rob set his fork to the left of his plate. "Laura."

His wife nudged his head back till it was perpendicular with the kitchen ceiling, then kissed him deeply.

"You're so sweet, Rob." She nuzzled his neck.

"It's Mrs. Butterworth."

Her velvety soft laughter sultry into his left ear. "Be late, Rob. Be late for Laura."

"Yes."

"Still a little warm, Rob, but, I want you to make it hot. Red hot, darling."

"Yes."

Into his left ear she hissed again: "I found it this morning, Rob, in Ritchie's bedroom. In his toy box."

"Yes....what?"

"There, Rob, look, it's next to the refrigerator." She nudged his head in that direction.

The tip of Laura's tongue's entered his left ear. "Oh-my-God." She'd removed the requisite red rubber ball & rubber band from their son's wooden Hi-Lite Paddle.

"Come, Rob, I get my spanking, and you, darling, you get to sodomiz..."

"Lauraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa---Petrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" The shrill sing-song cry of Millie, followed by the requisite shrill rapping upon the Petrie patio door.

[ChumpDumper]

Replace whatever the hell Thread is posting with track meet lane assignments or troll god proclamations and you see your pattern.

[djohn2oo8]

Yall broke Cubby.

[Thread]

Yall broke Cubby.

Said the exact same thing 20 years ago at AZ Central. Just before I borrowed the neighbor's car, went to Home Depot, purchased a gaggle of shutters & shuttered that place.

[ChumpDumper]

Said the exact same thing 20 years ago at AZ Central. Just before I borrowed the neighbor's car, went to Home Depot, purchased a gaggle of shutters & shuttered that place.Oh, so you're going to change your team again.

:tu

[Thread]

Oh, so you're going to change your team again.

:tu

I never defend my fandom.

It's my religion.

[ChumpDumper]

I never defend my fandom.

It's my religion.No one asked you to defend it.

I said you were going to change it. You won't defend it then either.

[Thread]

No one asked you to defend it.

I said you were going to change it. You won't defend it then either.

I never defend my fandom.

It's my religion.

[ChumpDumper]

I never defend my fandom.

It's my religion.Do you ever post in a manner that resembles something other than a homeless man shouting on a street corner?

[manufan10]

Said the exact same thing 20 years ago at AZ Central. Just before I borrowed the neighbor's car, went to Home Depot, purchased a gaggle of shutters & shuttered that place.

Except the Suns are 0fer.. the Spurs just won the championship. :toast :bobo

[Thread]

Except the Suns are 0fer.. the Spurs just won the championship. :toast :bobo

In for penny.

In for pound.

[lefty]

Cubby,

We can help

[Thread]

Cubby,

We can help

Prove it. Drop your drawers.

[AlexJones]

I just woke up from a dream that Kobe dropped 38 at home vs the Spurs on opening night.

[lefty]

Prove it. Drop your drawers.
Dont be hostile

Come on, step outside your mom's basement

You can do it

[Thread]

I just woke up from a dream that Kobe dropped 38 at home vs the Spurs on opening night.

Where was I in your dream, AJ?

[AlexJones]

Where was I in your dream, AJ?

I'm not kidding. I dreamed that the score was 106-104 LA and then I immediately logged onto Spurstalk, and then I woke up and couldn't see any more of it. You would've been rolling barrels, presumably.

[lefty]

Where was I in your dream, AJ?


I'm not kidding. I dreamed that the score was 106-104 LA and then I immediately logged onto Spurstalk, and then I woke up and couldn't see any more of it. You would've been rolling barrels, presumably.
Good, good, some improvement

You have a friend now, Cubby.


A step in the right direction

http://www.spurstalk.com/forums/image.php?u=6896&dateline=1412180971

[Kool Bob Love]

Fuck that SOB. Pussy didn't give us support when 6 happen. Kept talking about 6 every fucking day. Dale knew he was wrong for that. Wasn't even his team that gave us 6.

Pussy thought he had us like the Suns. Stupid hoe got it wrong.

[Kool Bob Love]

Where was I in your dream, AJ?

http://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/27594e33520c15f9ec45966186cc13b75eba6bd5/c=24-0-1889-1399&r=x404&c=534x401/local/-/media/AsburyPark/2014/06/16/nba-finals.jpg

[Mikeanaro]

Serious thread :bobo

[lefty]

Hello Thread

How are you doing today?

:bobo

[Thread]

Hello Thread (http://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=19320)

How are you doing today?

:bobo

Not good. I just woke up on the wrong side of the couch.