Free Marriage by Charles Arnold

Abul held out to her in his open hand. “No...I...I... can’t.” He closed his hand again and reached for the cell phone. “Wait,” she said. There was a long pause. “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Let us hear you say it, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul leaned back in his chair. “Tell us what you will do to Abul in the house where you were so happy with your late husband.”
    “I...I...will press my lips to your...to your hole and push my tongue into it,” she said softly. Gruber smiled.
    “Beg to do it,” Abul said.
    Again Kathy looked away from him but the image of Mary-Margaret once more flashed in her mind. She turned toward him, “Please, Abul, I beg you to allow me to...to...press my lips to your...to your...hole...allow me to...to...taste you there.”
    Abul’s tormenting wasn’t over. “After sucking Ira’s cock, your mouth is not worthy to service me in the way you’ve just described. How will you prepare yourself to worship my ass, Mrs. Ryan? Speak up so that we can hear you.”
    Kathy looked away for a moment, then turned back to Abul, “I will use the cosmetics that please you. I will paint my lips carefully. I will apply the gloss. I will try to make myself pretty for you and...and… on my knees I will...I will,” she couldn’t finish.
    “You will do what, Mrs. Ryan? Will you kneel to worship his ass crack? Let us hear you say it.” He grinned down at her. “And beg, once more to do it. When you speak, think about what your are on your knees begging me for. I like to hear you beg.”
    It was several moments before she spoke. She inched back and looked up at him, “I will try to...to make my mouth, my lips worthy to...to worship his ass crack.” She crawled forward to kneel between his parted legs and placed her hands on his thighs. “Please, Abul, on my knees, I beg you. Please permit me to try to make myself acceptable to you. Please allow me to prepare my lips to worship you.”
    “Show us,” Abul said, “show us how Abul’s woman paints her mouth before she makes love to his hole.” He took from the table at his side a mirror and a small bag, which contained a new lipstick and a vial of gloss. “I will hold the mirror for you,” he handed her the pouch.
    Reluctantly, she took the lipstick and gloss from the small leather bag. Abul chuckled and turned to wink at the twins. Kathy was still kneeling between his legs. Her knees ached, but her stiff nipples pressed against her gown. Gruber stepped behind her so that he could see her reflection in the mirror. Kathy’s hand shook as she began to outline her full lips with the bright red color.
    Abruptly, Abul took the mirror away. “Tell us what you’re doing, Mrs. Ryan.”
    “What you told me. I’m doing what you told me to do.”
    “But why? Explain to us. Give us the reason.”
    Backing away from him, Kathy made a little sound and appeared ready to throw the cosmetics into the fireplace. Gruber placed his hand on her bare shoulder. “Think,” he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear, “there are always consequences. Surely you’ve learned that by now.” His cold, lifeless hand caused her to shudder.
    Kathy turned back toward Abul, “I am painting my lips to show you how they will look when I...when you...”
    She couldn’t finish.
    “Goddamn it, speak!” Abul growled.
    Kathy looked at a spot on the floor between her knees, “When I press them against your...against your...”
    “Hole!” Abul yelled. “Say it!”
    “I...I...wish to show you how my lips will look when I press them against your...your...hole.”
    “And you will part your lips, yes? And your hands, what will you do with your hands? And your tongue, what about your tongue, Mrs. Ryan. How will you thank me for killing your husband?”
    Kathy bowed her head, feeling the hatred well up in her. She waited a moment before looking at him and speaking the words she knew he expected. “I will spread your...your ass cheeks with my hands. I will thank you, Abul, by