Understanding

It was in my late senior years at school that I really started to attract the attention of my friends fathers. I was well developed and definitely ahead of others my age in experience and confidence so when these men showed an interest in me I was normally very coy but super receptive to their wandering eyes.

There was this one guy who for some reason stands out more than the others.

I did flirt. I made sure I wore those slutty shorts the super short skirts and the flimsy loosely fitted ultra thin tops. I had heaps of sexual energy oozing from every part of my body also almost every thought of mine was about sex and I used to hug everyone!

Like most of my friends back then the girl who I befriended was more of a friend of convenience than a true friend. She wasn't the prettiest girl at school and we were both loners so we would spend time together at her place in the afternoons.

I didn't have a good home life and it didn't matter where we were I always tried to avoid having to be there because my mothers sleazy boyfriends would often try and fuck me.

It was never my fault and I made every effort to be a complete bitch toward them but almost every one of them would eventually try something. This always created tension between my mother and myself and she blamed me every time but that is another story for another time and there are many to tell.

My friends father would regularly give me a ride home because he didn't like the idea of me walking home alone at night. He was a very protective man exerting his dominance over his wife through control and had so many rules for his daughter.

At that stage he was one of the few male figures in my life who I feared and respected. I never pushed his limits or questioned his demands and neither did my friend. His presence in the house created an atmosphere of fearful obedience but he also had this very kind and caring side. He was a man I felt very safe with and admired. I never felt threatened by him just protected and safe but his wife would always be the subject of his displeasure.

He regularly came home brooding and then the slightest thing would set him off. He would see me half naked and provocatively available and like a volcano over the hours I could feel the tension build inside him then something would trigger him and he would erupt going on this rant.

He was very loud and vocal often telling me that I looked like a slut with the things I would wear and telling me to cover myself. He would look at me with this fire in his eyes. He would stare at my breasts then scornfully judging me tell me I looked like a slut dressed for the street corner and make me cover up.

He would tell me I should dress like his frumpy wife belittling her in front of us and sometimes his friends that would be there. He did drink a lot and especially when his friends were there on the weekends they often joined in with him belittling his wife and ordering her around making her look so pathetically weak.

I always remember thinking how could she be like that?

How could she endure that type of treatment and still be happy with her husband but now I understand.

Thinking back about things I wouldn't be surprised if they had a similar relationship as hubby and I have now. I clearly remember the way his friends would look at her. They had that same look that hubbys friends have with me and I remember she would often disappear into the bedroom behind the closed door sometimes for hours. I always thought she was sleeping or perhaps upset about something but now I understand why she didn't resist the sleaziness of her husbands friends.

She wasn't a pretty woman and seemed quite downtrodden to me. Never wore make-up always bare footed and I think she only had that one neck to ankle dress she always wore. She was a large woman with enormous boobs that hung low and had quite a sizable butt. Her hair was always messy and she always seemed to be quite busy constantly cleaning and tidying up or cooking and when her husband was home she would tend to his every need but she only really seemed happy when his friends were there on the weekends.

They were the only times I saw her smile or occasionally laugh. She had this look of excitement in her eyes on the weekends and she was always very friendly towards her husbands friends. It was like she was a different person but during the week she seemed to be more robotic doing what she did in this automated drull process like she was in some sort of trance.

Her husband would yell at her order her around and sometimes send her to the bedroom. He would go in there after her and often we could hear her begging him not to man handle her but she always bore the brunt of her husbands fury.

Both my friend and I could clearly hear her screams of sufferance and his deep tone of utter distain for his wife as she endured his belt across her body.

It was hard not to feel her pain.

After it was all over nothing was said and we would pretend nothing had happened. She would emerge from the bedroom looking very humble. Very subdued and overpowered by the man she loved going back to her cleaning in silence.

I did see her once during the weekend when her husbands friends were over and they were all blind drunk watching this huge game on the television.

She was in the bedroom and on her knees upon the floor in front of two of her husbands friends. Her back was toward the bedroom door and she was giving the both of them a blowjob while her husband was in the other room blind drunk with his other friends.

The two men saw me peering through the the crack in the door. The door hadn't clicked in properly and there was just this slither big enough to peer through. I don't know why I did but I did look and saw what I saw and those men saw me.

It was after that their attention started to be directed towards me on the weekends but that's something I can tell you about another time.

I feel I may have been impacted by this in some way but will never know for sure but the weekends did become very interesting at this friends house although short lived the occasions I was involved were overwhelming.