Sex Trafficking: Part 8: Carla and Sam’s Sunday Chores_(0)

Carla wanted and needed to stop thinking about her Saturday with Sam Carter but it kept playing over and over in her mind in a continuous out of control loop. One time it would start Friday evening when she called him and play all the way through to Saturday when she kissed him good bye; another time it might be in the shower with him penetrating her until he came deep inside her and she came. But the immediate task at hand of getting Joe fed and away from her as soon as possible demanded her to concentrate on the task, not think about Sam. She hoped Joe would eat in the den and leave her alone so she could get her thoughts about Saturday and Sam sorted out in peace.

Salmon, asparagus, and wild rice was a frequent meal for the Glass family and if everything was ready she could finish preparation with little thinking. Joe was normally rude and obnoxious. He seemed to derive his greatest pleasure making her miserable. If she didn’t have a good meal ready for him before he finished his second scotch he would be even more rude and obnoxious. After supper he would probably hole up in the den or his study and not come out until Sunday. If she got really lucky he would eat in the den.

Joe liked his scotch neat. Dark, fragrant, and strong. With a glass of ice water on the side. One glass of water would last him through a whole liter of good scotch. She knew that when it came to good scotch he had practically no willpower and with a glass of ice water on the side she could get him blasted with little effort. Tonight she had a double scotch poured and ready to give him when he walked in the door. And as soon as he was downing the first scotch she would finish preparing the meal. Total time to finish preparation of the meal after she gave him his drink would be about 25 minutes. She planned to limit her own total alcohol consumption to one or two glasses of wine but until she had him well on the way to leaving her alone or getting drunk she would not take a single sip.

Upon hearing the utility room door open, she put ice in the water and handed the glasses to him when he walked in the kitchen. Without even acknowledging her presence, he left the kitchen with the drink, went to the den, flopped on the overstuffed leather easy chair, and turned on the TV. 25 minutes later he was back for his second drink and asked about supper. It was all she could do not to shout for joy. But she knew that if he thought she was happy about him leaving her alone he would hang around her just to make her miserable. When he heard what the menu was for their meal he told her the sauces he wanted to go with the salmon. Not being on edge any more allowed her to finish preparing the meal in peace. She went to the den with his dinner on a tray and knocked.

“Enter!”

He was watching something on his computer and hit the sleep/ suspend button as she entered. She assumed he was as usual watching pornography. A long time ago she cared but now she was happy that he was interested in watching other people have sex and not wanting to have sex with her. After putting his dinner tray on the table where he indicated she asked if he wanted anything else right now.

“Just go away.”

Beverly had come in the kitchen and sat down at the table. After closing the den door, Carla returned to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of Merlot, and served their supper at the kitchen table. With their meal finished, she congratulated herself for making an excellent meal and asked Beverly if she wanted desert. She was glad that Beverly would also be leaving her alone for the rest of the evening.

“Great meal Mom, but I’m stuffed. Is it okay if I go ahead and go to bed?”

“Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With their supper done she went to den to ask Joe if he wanted desert.

“What do you think?”

Carla wanted to scream at him.

You jerk.

Do you really give a care what I think?

What I think is that you are an obnoxious, crappy little man.

And a lousy fuck.

Do you know your wife got fucked all this afternoon and is even now still carrying his cum inside her?

I don’t know how much of his sperm is still inside me but next time I’ll save what I can as a special sauce for your meal.

They had a full bath down the hall from the den. After getting his toothbrush from the hall bath, she went to the master bath. Using her fingers she masturbated until she had established a flow to make herself wet, scooped up as much as she could, and transferred it to Joe’s toothbrush.

Her you go asshole.

She returned Joe’s toothbrush to the hall bath, put the bar of soap from the master bath on the soap tray in the hall shower, and threw the soap from the hall bath in the trash. With Joe’s desert she went to the den, knocked on the door, and took his lime sherbet in for his desert. His focus was still on the computer monitor and he continued to ignore her. Much, much earlier in their marriage Joe’s behavior would be tough to put up with. But she no longer care to have a marriage with him, didn’t want him around her, and as long as his behavior kept him away from her it was even welcomed. If Beverly were out of the house she would have dropped Joe like a sack of smelly manure.

No kiss, no hug, not a thank you, not a please, nothing about the meal, nothing about his day, nothing about her day, nothing about Beverly.

What a joke of a marriage.

Nothing.

And more nothing.

But here’s something for you. Would you be interested to know that the bar of soap in the shower that you will soon use to wash your face was used to wash his dick and my pussy with his cum dripping out of me?

And I hope you will like the new toothpaste I got for you.

With dirty dishes in hand she returned to the kitchen, rinsed the plates and flatware, and loaded the dishwasher.

With another glass of wine she resumed thinking about Sam and the day.

I wonder if that really was his first time.

I wish I had met someone like him before now.

Hell! I wish I were married to someone like that now.

Sweet, smart, good looking, and a great fuck.

That must be the best afternoon of my life.

About half way through her second glass of Merlot her mobile rang. The number indicated it to be Sam Carter.

“Hello. Sam?”

“Hi Ms. Glass. My mom needs me to do something for her in the morning so I won’t be able to come over at 930. Will a little before 12 noon be okay?”

“Noon will be fine. Would you please call me if something else comes up?”

“I will. But I plan to see you about noon.”

“Sounds wonderful to me.”

Going to the den, she knocked.

“Come in!”

“Can I take the desert dishes?”

With a half limp wrist wave of dismissal she was done serving the master for the evening. As soon as she had the dishwasher loaded and running her chores were complete and she continued thinking about Sam and the afternoon.

Does he think I took advantage of him?

Do I think I took advantage of him?

I’ll have one more glass of wine in the bedroom.

Then a warm shower and bed.

Saturday night she had no problem falling asleep and slept more soundly than she had in years.

Sunday morning she woke up refreshed before 630. A quick look confirmed what she assumed would happen; Joe had slept in the den. As she was finishing making breakfast, Joe entered, got a cup of coffee, sat down to read the news, and started eating breakfast. Before she said a word to him she had to get what she wanted to say thought out.

What changed overnight that before he has even uttered a word to me the first thing he does is to read the news?

I better keep my mouth shut or he might hang around all day.

I need to start getting him out of here for today.

If I can get him to think it’s his idea to go somewhere else or better yet that he is being mean to me I can go ahead and plan out my day.

If not I will have to do something else to get him out of the house so I can be with Sam today.

She started the conversation.

“Are you still friends with George Little?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I saw Savannah at the market recently. She asked about you.

“I might need you to help move some things to storage today.”

“That is your job. I have more important things to do today than do your job. I think I’ll see if George is going out fishing today.”

Joe called George, “Hey George. This is Joe. No time no see. You going fishing today?”

“You are? Would you mind me joining you?”

“Great. What time you going out?”

“I’ll bring my gear and some beer and be at the dock in 45.”

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

Remembering that Carla had said she might need his help today and he had been so successful in being rude to her when he rebuffed her, Joe told Carla his plans to be gone until late tonight. And he would eat with his buddies at the dock.

With his breakfast finished, he got his fishing gear, a cooler with a case of beer, and himself together before he left for the day. Now she needed to get Beverly moving.

It’s after 930. Beverly’s sleeping in.

Another phone call from Sam, “Hello.”

“Hi Ms. Glass. It’s Sam. I should be finished up with helping my mom by 1015. Is it okay for me to come by about 1045?”

“That would be great. See you soon.”

As she started getting things put away and organized for the day she thought to herself,

I wonder if he is going to keep calling me Ms.