The Phone Call

"A good wife, who can find?" Ancient proverb

It was 5 AM Sunday morning on the east coast when my cell phone started pinging. We live in Williamsburg, VA where I'm a senior partner for an international law firm. Zoe, my smokin-hot wife of 18 years had been in Vegas for the weekend. She was chaperoning her niece Susie and her bridesmaids' bachelorette party along with Susie's mom, her older sister, Gwen. The caller ID simply read, Las Vegas Gov. I'm Mike Taylor, and this probably wasn't going to be good.

(Phone call beginning with Mike's answer)

"Hello, Mike Taylor speaking."

"Hey babe, I know it is early, I'm sorry to wake you."

"No worries Zoe, I'd be up in thirty minutes anyway. You OK? Everything alright?"

"I'm fine honey, but I'm afraid I need to tell you about something I've done. I don't think you're going to be happy."

The hair on Mike's neck began to stand up.

"Well, the best way to deliver bad news is get right to it. Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Last night Susie and her girls decided to party at the Hustler male strip club to get things started. Man, those boys are chiseled! Anyway, we hung there for about two hours drinking while the youngsters were dropping fives and tens in the dancer's G-strings. Gwen and I sipped on our light beers and mostly chatted although I admit I did drop a couple of tens on one particularly hot red head."

"So far so good, then????"

"Well, we ended up back at one of the dance clubs in the Mirage. Again, Gwen and I mostly just hung out and kept the bride and her pals in check. There were plenty of men, young and old, hot, and plain, sexy, and shy. I mean you could have your pick of any dozen and not made a dent in the options. The girls began dancing with some of the young meat while Gwen and I sat feeling old and out of place."

"I assume that didn't last too long."

"No babe, this one young college stud kept coming over trying to buy me drinks and get me to dance. Gwen had a fella hitting on her as well. My guy was probably 6'3" and a total hottie in the looks department. He had a smile that wouldn't quit, and he just kept flirting with me; telling me how hot I was and how I should dance with a real man."

"And did you... dance with a real man?"

"Well yes and no. I mean he was only 21 so he wasn't old and experienced enough to be a real man, but he was built like one and somebody had certainly trained him on hitting all the right buttons of a lonely girl missing her man. As I said, Gwen was preoccupied with fighting off her own alpha, so I was on my own. Finally, after he persisted and wouldn't go away I agreed to one dance."

"Did you keep it to one dance my wife?" Mike was now sitting up on the edge of the bed listening and running his right hand back and forth over his scalp as his anger grew. He knew where this was headed.

"Of course, babe, it was only one dance, but it was a slow one and he kept grinding into me, leaving little to the imagination. And when I say little, I'm not talking about his cock. This young buck was hung. I was breathing heavy, and I'm sure I was also a bit flushed. Any gal would be in this scenario."

"Continue..."

"I thanked him for the dance and gave him a small peck on the cheek then returned to my table. He followed and kept insisting we should leave and find a quieter place to get more acquainted. I was polite and thanked him but declined. Really Mike, I wasn't flirting or anything like leading him on, but it was clear he wanted me and intended to have his way with me."

The last comment was met with silence, so Zoe continued.

"I excused myself and headed to the ladies' room to cool down and freshen up. When I came out Ted; that was his name, was waiting for me in the dimly lit hallway. He pulled me close to him, wrapping his big strong arms around me. His hot breath was all over me then he tried to force his tongue down my throat while groping my ass. He sensed I was helpless and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to me. It was clear he intended to fuck your helpless sweet little wife."

"But you didn't stay in the dimly lit hallway did you?"

"No babe I didn't. I took him by the hand and told him to take me to his car for some privacy. He was grinning from ear to ear as he led me to the back parking lot. He was driving a Volvo SUV, so I assumed daddy was loaded and Teddy boy was used to getting his way. He clicked the unlock button on his key fob, opened the hatch to the back of the SUV, leaning in for one more kiss before taking me.

"Oh shit, Zoe, please don't tell me... not again."

"I'm so sorry Mike, but it wasn't my fault. He came on to me, I was minding my own business watching the girls, but you know how quickly things can get out of hand."

"OK, fine finish your sordid tale so I can figure out how to handle this most recent fiasco."

"Well, I pulled him down so his ear was right next to my lips with my hands firmly on his big muscular shoulders. Then I whispered. 'Listen big boy, I'm sure this works for you most of the time but not today.' Then I jerked my knee up into his big manly cock as hard as I could. He doubled over so I grabbed him by the hair. He looked up at me as I hissed, 'You're lucky my husband isn't here prick, and you only have to deal with me. You're a fucking piece of shit who needs to be taught a lesson. Class is in session."

"No babe, please tell me you didn't."

"Yes honey, again, I'm so sorry but I'd slipped on my brass knuckles and well, I think Teddy boy may still be in the OR with the plastic surgeon trying to put his sweet face back together."

"Are you calling from the back of a squad car?"

"Nope, I've been in lock up for about three hours. Gwen wanted to bail me out, but I told her to take care of the kiddos and I'd let my big stud hubby take care of his faithful wife. The nice officer finally gave me my one call."

"Damnit Zoe, why don't you just slap a guy and walk away? Why do you always have to make a point?"

"I know I should have more self-control Mike, but I truly believe Teddy will be a better man for his lesson. I think I owed it to him to teach him some manners."

"Well how is Vegas lock up?"

"Not terrible, I've made a friend whose name is Trixie, although I think it used to be Walter. But she's sweet and we've had a nice chat."

"OK, Zoe, I'll call Big Ed and get him working on your release and getting the charges dropped if they've filed any. Hard to show self-defense alone when you used your brass knuckles, but I'm sure Ed knows the right judge in Vegas to call."

"Thanks sweetie, I knew I could count on you!"

"Of course, you can, but Zoe... one last thing."

"Yes babe?"

"When you get home you're going over my lap and then into the bedroom for detention. I'll be the teacher giving you the lesson you need to learn."

"I'm wet just thinking about it my lover. Sorry, gotta run, Trixie wants me to show her how to use brass knuckles before you spring me!"