Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 7

Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 7

Author: senorlongo

After marrying Henry raises our daughters; I begin to have regrets about my life.

The next three weeks passed in a blur. I worked Henry tirelessly with studies as the highest priority, me second, and apartment chores last. He was at the point where he could take my urine anywhere and he was so submissive to me that I thought his training might be close to over. His study habits were much better and I had high hopes for his final exams.

I was right and extremely proud of his achievements. He had earned one C, two C+’s, and two B’s, much better than I had hoped—almost a 2.7 GPA. I had three A-‘s and two B+’s for almost a 3.7. We drove to Great Neck more than a week before Christmas.

I had decided to give Henry a little time off, but he had other ideas. He cooked breakfast every day and helped Mom in the kitchen every evening, even cleaning the common areas in preparation for the big day. On Christmas eve Daddy asked if he could borrow Henry for some “boy talk.” “You gals have ‘girl talk.’ I think we’re entitled to equal rights. C’mon, Henry—let’s go for a ride.” I stood in the doorway as they drove away in Daddy’s new BMW M6 convertible.

Daddy drove into the Broadlawn Harbor Yacht Club and sat in the parking lot overlooking the inlet from Long Island Sound. “I’ll bet you’re wondering why we’re here, Henry.”

“That’s for sure although I sure do like your car.”

“One thing you’ll learn Henry is that a car is just a way to get from A to B. Some are faster or more luxurious, but they’re all basically the same. I wanted to talk to you about your relationship with Nancy.”

“You want me out of her life.”

“Oh…no; I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. Actually…just the opposite; I wanted to give you these. They were my mother’s rings—engagement and wedding and here’s my father’s for you.”

“I…I don’t… I don’t know….”

“Henry, you can and, believe me, every girl wants to be asked. Carmela and I have talked about nothing else since Thanksgiving and you have our blessing. Nancy may be good for you, but it’s clear that you’re the best thing to ever happen to her. We want you to be a member of our family. Now…if I may be so bold I’d like to suggest Christmas Day. We always go to Midnight Mass and open our presents when we get home. That would be a great time.”

“She’ll be the best present I ever received.”

“I’m glad you think so. Can you hide them until tomorrow morning?”

“I’m not sure. Think you can help me and, maybe hide them on the kitchen counter until we go to Mass?”

“You’ve got a deal.” He took the rings back then extended his hand to Henry. Ten minutes later they were back in the garage.

Of course, Nancy was curious, but Henry refused to disclose the nature of the conversation even under threat of a good paddling. The family went to Midnight Mass, wishing each other a Merry Christmas as the rite began.

We had just returned from Mass when I cornered Henry. “It’s lucky for you that it’s Christmas, Henry. I’m angry that you are hiding something from me. Wait until we get back to the apartment. You won’t be so lucky then.”

“Would you excuse me a second, Nancy? I need to get something from the kitchen.”

“Oh…go ahead.” I looked across the living room at the bemused expressions on my family’s faces. “What? Aren’t we going to open our presents?”

“We will, Nancy…in a minute or so.” I noticed Henry walk back to me from the kitchen. I’m sure the look on my face was one of shock when he knelt in front of me and took my hand. My family was all smiles as Henry began to speak.

“Nancy, I couldn’t tell you earlier what your father and I discussed, but I will now. Nancy Marie Rizzo…will you marry me?” As shocked as I was all I could see was Henry shaking. I leaned forward, placed my hands in his hair, and pressed my lips against his, holding them there for several minutes.

“That was a yes, Henry. You can stop shaking now and put the ring on my finger. That was Grandma’s, wasn’t it? Now I understand the need for secrecy, Darling and I forgive you. My hand was shaking as Henry slipped it onto my finger. I took a quick look at it and pulled Henry to me, holding him as I would for the rest of our lives. Everyone jumped up and came to us for handshakes, hugs, and kisses. What a Christmas present!

I held Henry as I’d never held him before and I would have continued had my sister not asked if we were EVER going to open our gifts. I took the hint and reluctantly released my slave—my husband-to-be.

We all went to the tree and found our pile of gifts. One of the advantages of being rich was that was always received more than our share of presents. The biggest surprise was that Henry’s pile was biggest by far. I guess Mom really did like to shop. We’d been back at Penn State only a few days when she sent the first text asking for Henry’s sizes—shirt, slacks, underwear, and shoes. Mom and Daddy had bought him an entire new wardrobe. I was thrilled, but saw tears in Henry’s eyes as he began to open his gifts. I knew why—he’d never had a Christmas like this growing up.

It had taken me a lot of time and effort, but I’d eventually pulled the entire story out of him. His mother blamed her husband’s death on Henry. He was three and had hurt his thumb playing with a hammer. He had been crying and wouldn’t stop when his father left for a jog. That he jogged almost every day seemed to be lost on Henry’s mother. No amount of explanation by Henry’s grandparents could change her mind and, over time, they came to see things her way. What a shame!

We returned to the apartment two days later and I continued with Henry’s training, concentrating now on personal services for me. I had him shave my legs and armpits several times until he could do it in the dark. Then I began the manicures. He would shape and polish my nails before applying polish, blowing them dry with his exhalations only to remove the polish and start again. I must have run him through the cycle a dozen times that first day. The following he worked on pedicures and foot massages. I must say that my feet never looked better than they did then.

It was two days before New Year’s and I had just watched Henry clean the entire apartment. I was sweaty just from watching him so I led him to the shower. He had finished bathing me when I took the soap from his hand and turned him around. Rather than starting at the top—his shoulders—I began at his ass, sticking my soapy finger in. He started, but calmed when I asked, “Who owns this?”

“You do,” was the right answer.

“Don’t ever forget it. I own all of you and I can do with it as I wish.”

“Yes, Nancy.”

I finished washing him then exited the shower where I allowed him to dry me. I led him back to the living room where I bent him over the back of the upholstered chair. “Wait here for me. Don’t move and don’t say a word.” I returned five minutes later to push my lubricated fingers into his ass. “Do you know what’s coming now, slave?”

“I…I think so. I’m afraid, Nancy.”

“Why don’t you get up? You’re stronger than me, aren’t you?”

“No…I can’t. I must obey you.”

“Good boy, slave. Relax…I don’t want to hurt you.” He did and a few minutes later my strap-on was pressed fully into his ass. I took a second to wrap a condom around his hard cock. I jerked him—one stroke for every stroke into his asshole. He came quickly, pouring what seemed to be a gallon of semen into the condom. I gripped it tightly as I pulled the dildo from his body. I pulled him up, turned him around, and kissed him passionately. “Clean this and yourself up then come back here and take care of me. Go on now; hurry up.” Taking the strap-on with him he ran down the hallway, returning to me only a few minutes later.

I was lounging on the couch, my legs apart and lightly fingering my cunt when Henry returned and dove immediately to me. I could barely move when he was done so I lay back and pulled Henry to me. “You’ll sleep in bed with me tonight and every night, Henry. I own every part of you now. Can you carry me to the bedroom?” He could and he did. I was on my side, Henry spooned closely behind me with his hand on my breast when I fell asleep. We rose around five and I took Henry out to dinner. We were celebrating.

I took Henry to Spats Café and Speakeasy, a restaurant I’d heard about from one of my classmates. The food was excellent. Henry ordered the Crab Stuffed Portobello and I had the Mediterranean Mahi-Mahi. We weren’t yet old enough to drink so we skipped the speakeasy part, opting instead for iced tea. My head was on Henry’s shoulder when we walked into the apartment. It was our custom for Henry to undress me, but tonight I turned the tables on him, stripping every piece of clothing from his body. I even made him stand still while I dumped our clothes in the hamper. I led him to the shower by his most recent erection.

I teased poor Henry without mercy once I had the soap in my hands. Running them into his crack I soon had a finger easily into his anus. “Oh my,
Henry—you’re so loose here. I think you really liked that.” His red face told me that he didn’t. “Okay, I know you didn’t so I doubt we’ll do it often if ever again. I needed it to prove that you were completely mine, that I have total control over you. If you didn’t rebel then you never will. I love you even more now, if that’s possible.” I dropped the soap into the tray and moved into Henry for another one of his wonderful kisses.

We made love for at least an hour. How Henry could fuck me almost all that time without cumming amazed me. The only thing I could think of was his total submission to me. Something in his brain held him back until he knew I was ready. I’d had two orgasms when Henry finally went over the brink. He hesitated not at all as he licked and sucked all of his spunk from my body. Once he was done I climbed over his body to use the toilet. It was the first time since before Thanksgiving that I’d urinated into a bowl. “Did I do something wrong,” Henry asked.

“No, Darling—I did that—pissing into your mouth– to encourage your submissiveness. I no longer feel that I need to do it. I may still use you occasionally just to keep you on your toes, but more often than not I’ll use the toilet. Let’s go to sleep. I want to go shopping tomorrow morning. Good night, my love.” I kissed Henry gently, but lovingly and fell asleep in his arms.

We went out for breakfast—Denny’s—and then bicycle shopping. We found a nice Shimano 24-speed mountain bike with an aluminum frame and–best of all–the dealer was willing to give us a student discount. Including a high visibility vest, and quality helmet, and lock the tab came to $459 plus tax. Henry mounted it on the car’s rack and we drove home. We already had my bike in the second bedroom/study center and now we had two making the space a bit tight, but workable.

I had been on the phone with Mom and Lisa daily about the wedding. She told me we could get St. Aloysius for the Saturday after Christmas and there were several catering opportunities including the yacht club the same day. I explained that Henry wouldn’t be inviting any family—I wouldn’t either if they had treated me the way they had treated him—nor would we invite any friends from Penn State unless we made some very close friends over the next few months. To date we’d had classmates, but no really close friends. We had each other and that was all that mattered.

Henry and I never did socialize very much even though we were invited to several fraternity and sorority parties. We attended a few, but stopped after I was hit on repeatedly one evening even though I had told the jerks repeatedly that I was engaged. We left after only an hour and never returned. Instead, we found plenty of things to do on our own—bowling, movies, the theater, even biking to a nearby campground for an overnight when the weather was warm enough.

Before we knew it the year had passed and we were second semester sophomores. I had spent much of the summer break shopping in Manhattan for a dress and checking out several catering halls before making a decision. Henry spent the summer working in the mail room for Daddy. That kept him out of my way during the day and made our nights even more passionate, if such a thing was even possible.

We had another great Christmas, but we were all a bit nervous about the upcoming wedding only two days later. I knew that it was supposedly bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding so I banished poor Henry to one of the other bedrooms the night before. We had exchanged our personal vows earlier that afternoon. Henry was kneeling before me when he pledged his eternal love and servitude to me.

I promised to love and care for him—to be faithful and to protect him for all my days. Essentially, it was a repeat of our initial pledges, but renewing them would only serve to make our bond even stronger. There was, of course, another reason for privacy. Stating Henry’s, in which he agreed to obey would be terribly humiliating for him. I could never hurt him like that.
Lisa was Maid of Honor and Jack, one of the guys from the mail room, was Best Man. I liked Jack. He was a decent, honest man just a few years older than we were. Best of all, he was nothing like most of the male attorneys who all seemed to have huge egos and thought they could have any woman.

Henry and Jack were at the altar in their tuxes when Daddy and I walked slowly up the aisle at St. Aloysius. I don’t remember much about the ceremony other than the Wedding March, Daddy’s kiss, exchanging rings with Henry, and, of course, kissing Henry at the end. We enjoyed the reception at the yacht club where I learned what a great dancer my husband really was. All I wanted to do at the Mixer was grind myself into Henry’s leg and the fraternity parties were usually so crowded we couldn’t do much else. Our first dance was a waltz and I felt so special as Henry whirled me around the floor.

The cocktail hour was wonderful with lots of jumbo shrimp and lobster cocktail and other hot and cold hors d’oeuvres. The booze flowed like water, but not for us. We were underage and inexperienced although I doubted that either mattered at the yacht club. The last thing I wanted was for either of us to get drunk. We left the reception for my parents’ home where we changed into casual clothes and a short ride to one of the hotels near LaGuardia Airport. We left the following morning for a week at the Sheraton Maui courtesy of my parents.

We had a wonderful time snorkeling and dining out and just lounging in the sun. We managed to make love a minimum of three times every day and that didn’t include the times Henry used his powerful tongue on me. I pissed into his mouth twice to reinforce my dominance and control over him. That may seem unnecessarily cruel, but Henry found security in my control. I had decided that my husband should handle the driving; it was a pleasure to be able to sit back and relax while Henry chauffeured me through the heavy traffic and narrow lanes. We returned to my parents’ home in Kings Point for a few days before driving back to our apartment for the remainder of the break.

Now that Henry had been a Dean’s List student the last two semesters I could ease off his required study rules. Nor did I have to worry that he’d waste time at the student union. I had forbidden him to go there without me when he had agreed to become my slave. He had become the most serious student I had ever met–even more than me.

I had decided to retain my maiden name—Rizzo—for professional reasons. I planned to attend law school at the University of Pennsylvania just as my father and grandfather had before me. I did very well on the LSAT and was accepted. While I was preparing for law school Henry had prepared a resume in the hopes of obtaining his first teaching position. He had an exceptional student teaching experience and had worked as a reading tutor with underprivileged students both junior and senior years. I wasn’t at all surprised when he was hired in the prestigious Lower Merion School District just outside Philly.

As hard as I worked in law school I really thought that Henry worked even harder his first year as a teacher. I had never given much thought to all the preparations an elementary teacher faced every day. Henry had to develop lessons for Language Arts, Arithmetic, Social Studies, Science, and even Spanish each and every day and he sometimes had to handle lessons in art and music. He loved his work and never missed a day. I was thrilled to hear his principal praise him wildly at the school’s holiday party.

I enjoyed mixing with the teachers and their spouses. I found them to be intelligent, perceptive, and unpretentious, unlike many of the attorneys I had met over the years as the boss’s daughter. Lower Merion is an affluent area, much like Great Neck. They paid their teachers well and expected results. Henry had an excellent experience there, but applied for jobs in Nassau County during my last year. By then he’d completed his Master’s Degree, making him an even more desirable candidate. I never sent out even a single application; I was going to work for Daddy.

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