Real Talk. . . maybe.

“I don’t know, Scott, guys get upset when girls make more money than them.” Once in her room, Suzie had finally opened up on what apparently was a pretty serious concern of hers.

“I’m not that guy Suzie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, seriously Suzie. Look, I get why guys get like that, providing for your family is a big deal, and feeling like you aren’t doing anything to help feels awful.”

Scott knew that feeling, he knew how bad off Martha and he were financially well before he was old enough to get even an after-school job. Seeing a woman you cared about struggle to do everything herself while you were unable to help felt awful, he could see how guys might feel that way when their wives made more than them, like their work wasn’t really worth anything, like they weren't worth anything.

“But honestly, there’s so much more to being a man than making money, so many ways to care for your family other than with a paycheck.”

“So if I made more money than you. . .”

“I’d find other ways to be valuable to you.”

Suzie smiled a big smile, hugged him tight.

“I love you Scott Williams.” She said.

“Back at you Suzie Carter.”

“Now I believe I owe you a backrub.” She said, wiping her eyes and leading him to her bed. She could change gears in an instant, Scott struggled to keep up with her at times.

Scott laid down, exhaled, they had barely talked, but it seemed like the issue might already be resolved. He would have to wait and see, but in the meantime, he was going to enjoy himself. He took his shirt off and laid face down on her bed.

Suzie climbed on top of him, sitting on his legs. She started her hands up at his shoulders, he felt her squeeze, it made him aware of just how tense he was.

“Damn Scott, is this from work or me?” She asked, he really didn’t want to answer.

“I take your silence as an answer, Scott.”

“Suzie, It’s not your fault, it’s just. . .”

“No, it’s my fault.” She interrupted. “You don’t need to cover for me Scott, I know I’m difficult.”

Scott could hear the insecurity in her voice. It was a rare thing for her.

“Suzie, you made me breakfast and dinner, you can be as difficult as you want.”

Suzie laughed. “Tell me the truth Scott.”

“No that’s the truth, I can handle you being difficult Suzie, because you’re good to me.”

“And my ass?”

“Yes, and because your ass is spectacular.”

Suzie looked at him. “Nobody’s that simple Scott.”

“Really? They should try it. Food, shelter, ass? What more could a man ask for?”

Suzie laughed again. “And what if I’m a big shot lawyer, what then?”

“I can cook. Money, shelter, ass works too.”

“And what if I let my ass go.”

“More ass? Nothing wrong with that.”

“Okay, what if I get really skinny and my butt goes flat.”

“Well, I guess in that case I’d have to marry Doug.”

She snorted. “What? Leave me for my own brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a great guy.”

“You’d go gay if my butt was flat.”

“Yeah, at that point, what’s the difference?”

Suzie punched him, and Scott laughed.

“I’d still have other things.”

“That’s true, but you’d have to make a lot of money.”

Suzie stopped rubbing his shoulders.

“You’d take me as a sugar momma?”

Scott laughed, “Yes, in this specific, ridiculous scenario, I’d let your flat ass be my sugar momma.”

“Hmm. I might need a pre-nup.”

“I’ll put a specific no ass-flattening clause in it.”

“Yeah, then I’ll put in a no-being-an-asshole clause.”

“No judge would uphold that, I’m already an asshole, you know what you are getting into.”

Suzie smacked him on the butt.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“If you are going to be an ass, you are going to get spanked.”

“I can live with that.”

Suzie smacked him again, then squeezed his ass hard with both hands as she growled.

“Hey, I thought you were giving me a backrub.”

“It’s paused, flip over.” She said, getting off of his legs and smacking his ass again.

Scott flipped over. “I don’t think pausing was in the rules of the bet.”

“Take it up with my lawyer.” She said as she pulled his pants down.

Scott had nothing witty to say, and once her mouth found his penis, he stopped caring.

She didn’t suck his dick very long, just enough to get it hard, then she climbed on top of him.

Scott smiled at her, he was in love with this crazy woman.

“Oh God, I needed this.” She said as she lowered herself onto Scott’s dick.

They didn’t go for very long. She rode him till she orgasmed, then sucked him off until he came.

“That enough for you Suzie?” Scott asked. After the night before, it was tame and quick.

“Yeah, I just really needed that.” She said, lying down next to him.

“Well, I’m here anytime you need me.”

They laid there for a moment in silence, Suzie snuggled into Scott’s side, her feet brushing his absentmindedly.

“Scott?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’d be okay with me making more money than you? I mean, like, a lot more?”

He looked at her, feigning hurt, “A rich wife? Stuck in a life of luxury as a trophy husband? I honestly don’t know how I’d cope.”

“I’m serious, Scott.”

“Suzie, trust me, my ego is way bigger than that, you making money is no threat to me.”

“Good,” she said kissing him lightly. “Cause I’m going to make a lot of it.” She said with a smile, already pivoting back to the incredibly confident version of herself.

“Then maybe you can hire somebody to finish that backrub you owe me.” He responded with a smile.

“Hell no, I’m not letting someone else get their hands on my man.”

“Well then. . .” Scott said, rolling over and stretching his shoulders.

“Seriously?”

“I have a verbal contract for two one-hour backrubs Suzie, I expect them to be fulfilled.”

“Did anyone tell you you’re an ass, Scott Williams?” Suzie said as she slapped his butt, but she got up and started rubbing his shoulders again.

“Mmmm.” Was all Scott could say.

“Don’t get too comfy, you owe me answers to ten questions, if I’m rubbing your back you can answer my questions.”

“Alright, ask away.” Scott said, completely unprepared for what was about to happen.