Working the List

I walked out of the massage parlor carrying my backpack and pulled out my list. Mentally, I crossed off the third item on it. My great grand-aunt had been VERY rich when she died and she left me a VERY large sum of money on the condition that I "made my husband happy." Unfortunately, he just HAD to ask me if I had ever cheated on him, which I had.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not morally opposed to lying to the twerp, it's just that I'm extremely BAD at lying; always have been. So my husband ruled that to "make him happy" I had to do penance and he gave me a list of things to do. After I did them, I would be allowed to come back home, which wasn't even a guarantee I would get my money. To make things worse, my family all supported him in this. I had an allowance, I wouldn't starve, but I didn't have a home.

My name is Erica Simpson by the way (no relation). 24 years old, married two years. The list I had been given was:

"1) Wearing a short skirt and no panties, 'accidentally' expose yourself to a large group of people.
2) Make out with a woman in a very public place, like the train station.
3) Get a nude massage from a woman.
4) Get a nude erotic massage from a woman.
5) Give a woman head outdoors.
6) Give a woman a rim-job.
7) Have a woman finger your pussy until you climax.
8) Have a woman finger your pussy and ass until you climax.
9) Have a woman give you an enema.
10) Perform a 'sixty-nine' with a woman.
11) Have a woman shave your pussy.
After doing all that, return home, give me a blowjob, and all will be forgiven."

I mean, can you believe his gall!? I didn't even know what a "rim-job" was. Or an "enema" for that matter. To make matters worse, items #2-11 all had to be with different women. He wasn't even going to ask for proof, since he knew I wouldn't be able to fool him.

The third item, the massage had been easy, although it would've been nicer if it was in a more private place, but how was I supposed to do the other things!? I didn't want to hire some cheap, flea-ridden prostitute and I sure didn't want to associate with any filthy lesbians to fill out my list...

I walked over to the park and sat down on a bench. "DAMN IT!!" I screamed out, crumpling up the list. This was impossible! I couldn't do all that! What was my husband thinking!?

As I sat, wallowing in self-pity, a woman came over and sat down next to me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I turned to look at her.