Turnabout is Fair Play, Ch. 1: Vanilla Milkshake
#1 of Turnabout is Fair Play
This is the first chapter of an erotic novel dealing with sexism (both male-dom and fem-dom), slavery, bisexuality, and cuckolding. The setting and action in this story may be "normal" but it is only a prologue for things to come.
In a perfect 1950s world, Alex, a black wolf, works at the office, while his wife Christina works tirelessly to keep his home perfect for him while he's away, and sees it as her duty to satisfy him in every way when he gets home, but dissatisfaction lurks beneath the surface and Christina may be tempted to other paths.
Turnabout is Fair Play
Chapter 1: "Vanilla Milkshake"
by WolfHound Baxton
Alex sipped the water calmly from his paper cup as he listened to his co-worker Ralph go on and on about how much he hated the latest regulations and procedures.
"I don't understand!" protested Ralph as he waved his brown paws in the air frantically.
"Why do we have to file the new paperwork in the main office as well as the department office when the department sends all of its files to the main office anyway!? It's just a waste of time!"
Alex, a black wolf with white fur under his muzzle and around his cheeks, listened with a false sympathetic display on his face. He looked totally comfortable and professional in his black suit jacket and blue tie, glasses resting serenely on top of his muzzle.
Ralph, obviously a bit younger than Alex, was an overweight St. Bernard who was quite the opposite. He struggled with his work, panting and sweating hard just to move from one office to another. The St. Bernard also had an annoying habit of complaining about each and every extra exertion he had to make to make up for his lack of ability. Unlike Alex, Ralph was obviously uncomfortable in the attire of his work. He pawed and pulled at his shirt collar and panted as he spoke.
"I think you're making a big deal of out something that is actually very small," retorted Alex in a calm, smooth voice. "How hard is it to walk up one flight of stairs and an extra fifty feet to the main office?"
Ralph panted, somewhat ashamed to admit how much it tired him. Instead, he changed the subject from one cause of annoyance to another.
"And these blue ties!," he said. "I'd be just fine if I could wear my old black or red ties, you know, the ones with the stripes, but these blue ties do nothing for me!"
Ralph indeed looked a bit silly in a bright baby blue tie that clashed with his fur and actually enhanced his overweight figure by its width. Unlike Alex, Ralph looked characteristically out of place in his office wear. He wore no suit jacket and his white button up shirt was clumsily tucked into his too-small black pants, bulging over in spots.
Alex grumbled a bit, barely managing to stifle a groan as he listened to his co-worker's complaining. "Just be thankful for what you have," said Ralph in a poorly disguised annoyed tone. "Some people have to work endlessly for half the day doing backbreaking labor for people who see them as nothing but objects for use."
"Yeah," conceded Ralph. "I guess that's right."
"Try to think on the good things you have in life. As for me, I've got a wonderful wife and a magnificent dinner waiting for me when I get home," said Alex.
"Hope you have a nice evening," said Ralph with a bit of a sigh, thinking just more of all the nice things Alex had in his life but he didn't, and probably never would.
Alex quickly looked at his watch, twitching his ears. "Oh!," he said. "It's 1:30. Lunch is over. Back to the old grind, friend!"
As Ralph let out a light groan, both men returned to their offices for the remainder of the workday.
Alex smiled on his drive back from work. Everything in his life was picture perfect and he knew it. He didn't know how people like Ralph, poor guy, managed to make it through life. The wolf mmed lightly and licked his lips as he thought of what awaited him when he returned home: A warm meal, a beautiful house, and a beautiful woman.
Alex reached down to fiddle with the knob of his radio and turn it on. The music on his usual sation was an upbeat instrumental theme combining horns and some percussion instruments. Ht reflected his happy mood perfectly and kept him smiling until the moment he pulled into his driveway.
Alex's home was idyllic. The grass was perfectly mowed and the lawn was surrounded by a bright white picket fence and a series of shrubberies cut into perfect squares and spheres. The house itself was painted white with a black roof.
Alex opened the car door and took in a large and satisfying whiff of the fresh suburban air, his ears twitching to the sounds of happy birds chirping in the trees all across the neighborhood. He then took a triumphant stride, besuited and briefcase in his hand, towards the door of his home, his castle, and flung open the door.
"Honey! I'm home!"
"Hello, dear!," said Christina sweetly as she walked from the kitchen into the foyer. She was a gray wolf with green eyes. She wore a blue blouse with small white decorative designs on it. Her hair was done up into a tight bun, the fashion of the day, and something her husband approved of. She also wore a pearl necklace, pearl earrings, and bright red lipstick. A white apron and the delightful smell of a chicken dinner that filled the home also showed that she had been cooking.
As Christina took her husband's briefcase she smiled at him and they gave each other a nuzzle on the nose. "How was your day love?," asked Christina.
"It was alright. Just had to deal with that sourpuss Ralph complaining all the time again, about literally everything."
"Such a shame," said Christina as they made their way into the dining room and took their seats.
The dining room was squeaky clean and brightly lit. A pure white tablecloth with frilly edges covered the table. Two silver candlesticks decorated each side of the table, flames flickering softly from the three candles on each. Each place at the table was set to perfection with the napkin and each piece of silverware in its precisely perfect location. Though only two would be dining, the table was set for three more, possibly in anticipation that the couple would have a growing family.
Alex took his seat at the head of the table and began to relax after his long day at work as his wife went to the kitchen. He smiled at her as she did, looking over her beautiful form and clothes. She definitely put in a lot of effort to please him and give him a happy home to come back to. And why shouldn't she? After all, wasn't it a wife's duty to keep her husband's home and keep him happy while he was out all day, working hard to keep the lights going and food on the table? Alex certainly thought so, as did most men, and even most women for that matter. That's why Christina worked so hard for her man while he was out working hard.
Christina smiled, coming back with the chicken, a sweet smell following her into the dining room and her tail swishing through her blouse. She smiled widely at her husband and took his plate, filling it with chicken, vegetables, and a warm buttery roll, before setting it back in front of him. She then filled her own plate and took her own place at the table at his side.
After a brief moment of silence as she sat, Alex mumbled some words of thanks as a blessing. Christina watched him intently as his knife and fork sliced off a piece of chicken and he put it in his mouth. She then began to eat herself, not daring to take a bite before her husband, the head of the household.
"Such a shame about Ralph dear, the poor man," cooed Christina softly as the couple ate their meal.
"I know," said Alex smiling after he had chewed and consumed his first mouthful of food. "It's a shame that everyone can't have such nice things as we do in life. I guess some people just don't have what it takes or can never learn." Alex shook his head with just a little melancholy.
"I suppose not dear," said Christina as she daintily cut her food.
"But enough about Ralph, lets talk about something more pleasant."
"Yes, let's...," said Alex, pausing for a moment as he thought. After a moment, he smiled, having come up with what he believed was a pleasant topic.
"How was your day my dear?," he asked happily, placing a gear deal of emphasis on the 'your.'
"Oh, I don't know," said Christina, sighing somewhat as she looked down at her plate. "Same as every day I suppose," she looked back up at her husband with a smile. Truly, her days were dull and lonely with nobody else around the house and full of hard work to keep everything perfect and neat for her husband when he got home. She looked at him again. He was such a handsome and confident-looking alpha wolf, sitting there still in his business suit and she in her pearls and makeup. She strove hard to make everything perfect for her husband. She had been taught by her parents that this was the right thing to do -- to keep your man happy, and she put all her effort into it. But sometimes she wondered if it could ever be more. Perhaps sometimes he could do something nice for her, just on occasion.
No! She quickly put this aberrant thought out of her mind. Her life was all about pleasing her husband. After all, he worked hard every day to provide for her and the children they would someday have.
Alex smiled and went back to eating his food with the calm reassurance that everything was right in his world, his home, and his castle. "Well that's good to know my dear. Good to be keeping everything as it should be."
Soon, they had finished their meal and Alex flicked his ears a bit. "So," he said, "You were going to fix my favorite dessert for today?"
"Yes, my love," said Christina with a beaming smile. "Vanilla milkshake, just the way you like it. Just for you."
"Delicious my dear," said Alex.
"I just can't wait to sample it..."
After dinner was done and other things one would do in a late afternoon and evening were through, the sun began to set slowly on the horizon and purple twilight gradually gave way to dark night. It was now that Alex took his woman by her hand and escorted her up to their bedroom. He opened the door for her and they both went inside.
"So, love," said Alex, winking at his wife mischievously. "Are you ready to be about your wifely duties?"
"Yes dear," she responded softly, wiping a finger over her lips and pressing it to that of her husband's. He smiled lightly then took his seat at the side of the room to watch the show. It was a little ritual they engaged in every night.
Christina started by turning her back to her husband and then looking backwards seductively, reaching behind her to undo the buttons on her blouse, which buttoned from behind. When it was unbuttoned, she dropped it, baring her fuzzy shoulders. She turned around, exposing her plump breasts to his view as she cast aside her brazier.
Alex stared shamelessly and smiled. It was, after all, a wife's duty to look good for her husband in every way. His attention to her was a compliment. It was why it was her duty to have breasts that were just the right size and shape for her husband's preference. Not too big, not too small. She had had her breasts enhanced according to her husband's preferences shortly after they were married, as was customary in this age of medical science. After all, why should a woman not make every effort to make the man in her life supremely happy?
Her man was happy. You could see it on his face as he stared at those wonderfully large melons, melons that he himself had custom ordered to his heart's desires, or rather to the desires of some other parts of his anatomy that were making their approval known.
Christina grinned, noticing the growing bulge in her husband's plants and gave him a wink as she stripped down to her panties and then took the pearl necklace from around her neck, setting it aside as she walked slowly towards the seated wolf who was groaning in pleasure to see her perform for him. She slowly slipped from her panties as well and tossed them over to the other side of the room, seating herself gently on her husband's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He moved in, kissing her deeply on the lips and then groaned lightly as she pressed back, returning it. He sighed in pleasure, raising a paw up and running it over the contour of one of those perfect breasts, giving it a little squeeze and rubbing it. She in turn reached her paw down and rubbed at his crotch, teasing what laid within the pants he still wore. He moved lightly, pressing further into her and increasing the pressure of his kiss, letting his paw move across her breasts as he thrust himself lightly into her paw on his crotch.
She slowly slipped her paw inside now, letting it rub over his swollen sheath and the enormous wolf cock that was stirring within.
He held her tightly and kissed her, panting through his nostrils as he kicked his shoes off and squirmed out of his jacket, shirt and tie, littering them on the floor of the room before grabbing his wife forcefully and pressing her over to the bed, reaching over and turning out the light as he explored her body, that which he owned, with his paws, rubbing over her breasts as he pulled the sheets over them and she squirmed out of her frilly panties.
She squirmed and groaned beneath him, but then stopped, sighing and turning her head back as his muzzle explored over her neck, licking it softly. It wasn't customary for a woman to put up too much of a display in bed.
Alex carefully lined his raging member up with his wife's pussy, slowly pressing it into that warm, moist orifice. He closed his eyes and breathed deep before beginning to thrust, holding his wife gently as he pressed his member in and out of her tight, inviting pussy.
Alex preferred the missionary position, at night, with the lights out. He didn't prefer it so much out of his own taste, but because it was the traditional way of doing things, and Alex always cared about doing everything the proper traditional way, even sex.
He thrust more, holding her tightly as he nuzzled at her neck, sucking the fur and kissing it as he rubbed over his wife's breasts.
They weren't just her breasts, they were his, as his wife was his. For a man should always dominate and rule his wife, and her body belonged t him. Even more so, since he remembered drawing up his preference on exactly how Christina's breasts should look.
He held and nuzzled at them possessively, running his tongue over them and kissing her nipples, moaning as he continued to thrust, his knot building up against her pussy showing how close he was coming to his release.
Christina, for her part, held still, groaning and squirming cutely under him as she struggled to contain herself. She so wanted to moan and cry out from the powerful sensations of sex, but she knew that it was considered wrong for her to show just how much she was enjoying herself. He squirmed and groaned, giving cute little squeaks that she couldn't contain as her body shook when she was pushed over the edge.
Alex thrust in with a loud grunt, pressing his growing knot inside of Christina's pussy and tying there, claiming his woman in the traditional way as he sealed himself inside of her, panting hard and then biting her neck lightly as his member exploded inside her, spurting his hot seed deep into her body.
She held her husband tight, finally unable to contain herself fully, she moaned and shuddered, her arms wrapping around her Husband tightly and holding him tightly to her as he filled her full of his juices.
Spent, Alex laid his head on his wife's breasts and yawned, using them as his pillow as he drifted off to sleep peacefully with her beneath him, and her arms wrapped around him.
"This is so wrong!," Christina thought, squirming under her husband and sniffling a bit in pain. "I'm not supposed to grab him. He's mine!" Indeed, traditionally it was not a woman's place to embrace her husband in bed, but rather to be held. A pang of guilt came over her and she cried, thinking of what she'd done and how shameful it was.
The next day, Christina served Alex breakfast in bed as usual and set about her tasks as Alex was at work. It was her job to stay at home and keep the house, making sure it was pretty and beautiful for him on his return. She spent hours dusting, sweeping, doing laundry, even knitting and making clothes.
As Christina mopped the kitchen floor, she watched her television set, the new one that Alex had bought just last week. A soap opera was on and the plot of the story involved a woman cheating on her husband. The woman was portrayed as sniveling and evil, and Christina couldn't help but agree, but something about it spoke to her. This woman had a mind of her own and was free to do as she wanted to, unlike most other women, and the man she was with was so much more attractive and handsome than her husband.
Evil thoughts came to Christina's mind. No! She must banish them from her head. She was a good girl. "I'm a good girl," she kept telling herself, even crying as if a part of herself was unconvinced. She walked up to the television set and turned the knob to switch it off with a loud click, a sinking feeling gathering in her stomach.
Later that day, Christina was outside doing work, pulling the weeds in the flowerbed and trimming the hedges carefully to keep them in the perfect shapes they had to stay in. She groaned, feeling at her back and panting at how it hurt. "Does Alex have it this hard at work?," she wondered.
Indeed Alex didn't. He spent most of his day at his desk filling out papers and having meetings with clients rather than doing backbreaking work. He even got a nice break for lunch with his buddies. Christina couldn't rest for a moment or else she wouldn't have the house spotless and perfect for when her Husband returned, the highlight of her day.
"Psst! Hey Christina!," came a hushed voice from a hole in the privacy fence to the next door neighbor's yard. As Christina looked, she saw a female cocker spaniel through the fence.
"Betty, is that you?," asked Christina.
"Yes... listen. I see you out here every day breaking your back for your husband."
"Yeah... that's just the way the world is you know..."
"No, it doesn't have to be that way!," said Betty.
"He's at work all day with a real nice cushy office job while you work your tail off here. And what good does he do for you? ... I'll bet he's really boring in bed too."
"What business is that of yours!?" asked Christina, shocked and insulted. Her first instinct was to turn and walk away, but some part of her made her want to stay there and listen, as if Betty might have something to tell her.
"You don't have to take it. There's a better way. You can find a real man to take care of you, make the chores easier, and even still keep your husband."
"Really?," asked Christina with a blink, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, really. and I know where you can find him..."
Betty slipped her paw through the fence and handed Christina a worn old paperback pamphlet that looked as if it had seen many owners and had been hidden in many dark, damp, and obscure hiding places. The book was titled: "A Woman's Place?: An Alternative to Patriarchy in the Modern Age, by Betsy Vordan."
"I'll give this a look and we can talk tomorrow," said Christina.
"I'm here when you need me hun," said Betty.
In Chapter 2: Alex returns home from work to find that his wife has embraced some radical new ideas, and nothing will quite be the same for him ever again.