Submission of "Da Squabble". "Da Squabble" Jim’s initial reaction to his wife’s provocation nearly led him to blurt out "Bull-shit!!!", which would inevitably have been followed by one of their typical, and wholly useless arguments. Fortunately he caught himself, forcing his voice to be stilled while he continued staring at the source of his aggravation with his steely blue eyes. While his mind busied itself formulating a more beneficial response, the stray thought occurred to him that their marriage counselor would surely be proud of his ability to stop himself short of his first answer. Elizabeth, known simply as Liz to her friends and husband (or Lizzy when he was really ticked off at her, mainly because he knew she hated that particular nick name) returned his stare, although her aqua colored eyes had much more of a glare to them, as if challenging him to stay the course and argue with her. It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed the fights … god knows they had always proven fruitless in the past … but conditioned responses are sometimes awfully hard to overcome. As the seconds slipped by, she took his lack of an answer as an indication of his agreement with her statement … and that pissed her off all the more! "You son-of-a-bitch – you know I’m right, and if you try to tell me differently, you’re lying through your teeth!" Knowing you were right was never as good as hearing it admitted, and she was bound and determined to provoke some type of reply out of him. Jim calmed himself again, taking a semi-deep breath and raising his eyebrows slightly, before answering "Well, what if it is true? What does it matter?" "What does it matter?!?!?" The words spit out of Liz’s mouth as her eyes narrowed, focusing her anger more intently on her husband. "WHAT DOES IT MATTER?!?!?" she repeated, somehow believing that her raised voice was contributing to making a point. Unfortunately, the point it made to Jim was simply that things were quickly getting out of hand … again! Her face flushed a bit, a mixture between anger and pain, as she quickly glanced about, reminding herself that they were in a public place … and proper etiquette called for her to pipe it down just a bit! She picked her beer up from the bar, taking a small gulp to calm her nerves, before turning back to him and continuing the conversation -- if that’s what it could be called. "You point out a good looking woman to me … seemingly beside yourself in your attraction for her … I say you’re just thinking of getting a blow job from her … and you want to know why it matters?" Although her voice was more quiet, the indignity it conveyed was just as forceful. "Jesus Christ, Liz! All I said was that she’s cute!" He paused, his mind continuing to ponder why he was answering her at all. "I didn’t expect you to make a federal case out of it!" * God damn * he thought to himself * this is heading down the same old path it always goes down! Here comes another week of cold shoulders and frigidity … all over a stupid one line comment I made about some woman at the bar! * The counselor told them they needed to communicate more, but he was quickly coming to realize that he had chosen a stupid time of when to verbalize his thoughts! "Actually …" he said, his voice lowering as his eyes darted about, "the thought of sex with her never even crossed my mind until you brought it up." * Hmmmm … well it sounds pretty good, anyway! Actually, come to think of it, I’m kind of glad she did bring it up! * Liz’s nostrils flared, warning him of another incoming round of her building tirade, and provoking him to head it off proactively. "But, now that you mention it … the idea of oral sex with her does have a certain … uhhhh … welllll … appeal to it, you might say!" He looked over at the "other" woman, briefly imagining the warmth of her mouth -- before catching himself and returning his attention to his "soul-mate". * What would the counselor think now, you moron! Honesty’s the best policy – my ASS!!! * Liz just looked at him incredulously, trying to absorb this sudden supposed truthfulness which had been thrust upon her. On one hand, he had kind of agreed with her original premise … but the way he did it ticked her off even more! She considered briefly that she might be overreacting … a long day at work combined with a slight headache she felt coming on surely left her ready to explode at anything … BUT, it was only a fleeting thought! Her husband was sitting there thinking about having his cock swallowed by another woman - and she sure as hell wasn’t going to take it lying down! She turned back towards the bar, bringing the glass mug to her lips and drinking deeply from the reddish brown liquid it contained. Her mind fumed, a thousand plans for revenge racing through it as the magnitude of her husbands sin grew in her mind. What might have started out as a innocent comment had been elevated to a level of total infidelity within her way of thinking. She glanced over at the woman in question, the heavy glass still firmly pressed against her lips. She found herself loathing the mere fact that the woman had ever been born … and quickly trying to take inventory of all the faults she might possess. Although she couldn’t readily identify many physical deficiencies, that surely meant there was a wealth of mental ones available for the picking. Probably a two-bit floozy and a home wrecker to boot! Finally, her inner turmoil just boiled over and she blurted out "You want a blow job?" "WHAT?" her husband said, looking over quickly from his own glass of beer -- only to see that his wife hadn’t directed the question to him! "WHAT?" the man sitting next to Liz said, although with a slightly different tone of voice than Jim’s. "I saiiiiiidddd …" Liz continued, pausing just a moment before deciding she was already committed to this line of pursuit, "would you like a blow job? You see, my husband here thinks that I’m not worth a shit at giving oral sex any more … and I’m looking for another man’s opinion on the subject!" "Liz - that’s not what I said" Jim said hurriedly, but found himself speaking to the back of her head. He reached out, putting his hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her around. * How the hell does she let things get this far out of hand this quickly? Totally amazing - and just a wee bit frustrating! * Liz brushed off his hand, turning herself even more towards the new object of her attention. The man stared back at her, obviously astounded that his fortune might have taken this type of turn for the better, but also obviously groping for how to respond to a different type of situation than he’d ever been exposed to before in his life. "Uhhhh …" he stammered, desperately searching for the right words to respond to her "… wellllll …" "Come on!!!" Liz urged him on, gaining courage as she went farther into her endeavor. "I bet you’ve got a nice penis in there that would just love to feel my mouth wrapped around it!!!" "Jesus god damn christ, Lizzy!" Jim sputtered, trying to keep his voice low enough to avoid drawing the attention of the entire bar. He hopped off of his bar stool, coming around to her side, only to see her looking down and intently studying the crotch of the man next to her. "Just leave the poor guy alone and let’s get the hell out of here!" Jim quickly looked all around the bar -- partially in an attempt to assess just how many other patrons might be paying attention to the developing scene -- and partially to avoid watching what the hell his wife was doing!!! * Fortunately, nobody seems to be watching … yet! * "Doesn’t really look like he much wants to be left alone" Liz said in an almost giggly tone of voice, continuing to focus her eyes on what was a quickly building mound inside the mans pants. "Looks like he’s got a growing interest in me!!!" She laughed at her own humor, her eyes growing wider as the bulge grew bigger and bigger. The man turned in his seat now until he was facing Jim’s wife, obviously aroused by the interest in his manhood. Still, he found himself speechless … his mind going crazy with a million different erotic thought waves. "You know, ..." Liz began to explain, as she reached out and put her fingers on the man’s belt … "15 years I’ve been married to Jim here and, in that whole time, I’ve never seen another mans … uhhhh … cock!" Obviously, the word didn’t come easily to her! She had completed undoing his belt and started working on his pants button when she remembered her oversight. "Oh … this is my husband Jim. Jim this is … uh …" "Dan!" the man answered sharply, afraid if he said the wrong words, the dream just might end. Jim had succeeded in diverting his own attention so well that he hadn’t even noticed what his wife was proceeding to do. He brought his eyes back to Dan now, stuck out his hand, and was just in the middle of formally introducing himself -- "Hi, Dan! Glad to mee …" -- when he suddenly noticed. "JEEEZZZZZ, LIZ! Your going to fucking do it right HERE!!!" Jim found himself quickly looking around again, trying to position himself to where he might block the view of anybody curious as to what the hell was going on! "Comeon, already! You can’t be serious" he said as he looked back and saw that she had succeeded in undoing the button and had fully lowered Dan’s zipper. "What’s wrong with right here?" Liz questioned him in a teasing tone of voice. "I bet you’d let that girl over there suck your penis right here if you had the balls to ask her!" With slightly trembling hands, Liz wrapped her index fingers around the elastic of Dan’s silky purple boxers, pulling them out and down until his manly rod popped free and hung out, pointing directly towards Liz’s gazing face. Liz found herself mesmerized by this close-up view of another man’s private parts. She stared at it intently, watching it bob up and down slightly as the blood pulsated through it, making it ever harder and longer … and ready for some action! She noted with some interest that it was slightly shorter than her husbands … but significantly fatter and meatier!!! A brief wondering of whether her mouth could actually wrap around it’s entire girth flittered through her mind, before she was brought back to reality by her husbands voice. Jim had decided it was time to change tactics. While reverse psychology rarely worked with his wife, he figured he really didn’t have much to lose at that point. "Well, if you’re going to do it, give him one of your very best blow jobs and show him what a lucky man I am!" The words rang hollow even to him – but at least they rang out! Liz let the words sink in for a moment, still looking directly at throbbing, mushroom shaped head below and in front of her, but letting her husbands statement meander its way through the network of her brain cells. Finally, she looked over at Jim, a somewhat puzzled look to her eyes. "You want me to suck him off?" * Proceed ahead carefully, young man! There’s dangerous creatures lurking in these here waters! * "-Want- is such a difficult word, ya know? It has so many different contexts depending on where and how it’s applied!" * Oh, bravo, you idiot! Let’s get into a discussion about semantics now! * Liz continued to watch her husband, her face now expressionless as she considered her next move. After what was in reality perhaps 5 or 6 seconds, but in Jim’s mind seemed much more like an eternity, he heard a snap and looked down to see that Liz had released Dan’s underwear, allowing them to snap back and catch his penis on the ridge just underneath the bulbous shaped end. He noted a fairly large drop of gooey, clear precum oozing out of the pee hole slit … before he caught himself and quickly looked away. Liz didn’t say a word – simply getting up from her stool and quickly heading towards the door. Dan looked totally confused and deflated, his eyes turning towards Jim and begging him with a questioning look as to what the hell he might have done wrong. Meanwhile, Jim felt his wife brush past him on her hurried exit from this exhibitionist scene, allowed his eyes to follow her long enough to know where she was headed, and then looked back to a man in the throes of total sexual frustration. Shrugging his shoulders a bit, Jim conveyed the thought * Don’t ask me – I just live with her! *, before quickly following in his wife’s footsteps. He caught up with her on the sidewalk heading towards their car, passing a small side alley as he sputtered out "Lizzzzz …" with no real plan on what to follow it up with. His wife quickly turned towards him, shoving him down the alley way several feet before pinning his shoulders against the cold, red bricks which created the side of the building housing the bar. "You were going to LET me suck him off in there?!?!?" she hissed, her eye’s darting back and forth between Jim’s 2 pupils. Although he could have easily forced himself out of her hold, he thought it best to remain passive for the moment, letting her enjoy a small claim to victory over his movements. Slowly, after a deep breathe and much consternation, Jim replied, saying "LET doesn’t apply in this case! It implies a level of authority I have over your actions – and if there’s one thing you’ve proven to me through the years, Liz – I don’t control a whole lot of what you do!" * Oh, bravo, good man! The counselor must be smiling again! Whether you want to believe it or not, it sure as hell sounded good!!! * Time entered a momentary void while Liz considered her alternatives. Walk away … slap him … tell him he’s full of shit … tell him he’s damn right! The options seemed endless – but after weighing them all, she decided on one which was totally out of character for her. "Wellllllll … I didn’t WANT to suck him off" she said in a pouting tone of voice, sounding almost like a 5 year old in denial. Then, switching to a much sweeter timbre, she continued with "But I will admit it got me a bit aroused!!!" Jim watched in total amazement as Liz dropped to her knee’s, quickly undid her belt and pants, and pulled them and his white cotton briefs down below his knee’s. Taking his still flaccid penis into her hands, she pulled it forward and brought her mouth within inches of the end of it, watching it for just a moment as it quickly started gaining firmness. "Did you really think of getting a blow job from that woman?" Liz asked, as her tongue darted out and ran the course around her lips, deliciously wetting the soft, lipstick covered surface. * What now, matey? The water’s seem mighty perilous tonight!!! Mighty – MIGHTY perilous, indeed!!! * Liz looked directly up at him, her eye’s locking in with his as they continued this dance of the ages. Finally, in a lustful, low tone of voice, she simply said "You know what, Jim? You’re not a very good liar!" And then she wrapped her lips around his quickly growing penis and sucked on it for all she was worth!