“Poor Tom.  How many more times is he going to let this happen?” said the neighbors as they watched Darlene bring yet another strange man home.

“Right under his nose, too.  She doesn’t even try to hide it; in fact,” said one nosey neighbor lady, “it’s like she’s flaunting it!”

“He’s so good to her,” said the lady’s husband.  “He works all those long hours at the office so he can buy her nice things, like that Kashmir sweater she wears all the time.”

“I know you marry for better or for worse,” said the neighbor lady, “but Poor Tom seems to always get the worst!”

Good Times, Bad Times

To the outsider looking in, perhaps it does look like Tom is a fool in the rain.  He thought he was too, at first.  But now, ten years gone, he can’t imagine it being any other way.  His wife is a heart breaker, no doubt about that.  A gorgeous older woman with a body that won’t quit.

And, he certainly was crushed the first time she brought home a man and said “We’re gonna groove.”  He felt that there must have been a communication breakdown, because he certainly didn’t remember them discussing anything about an open marriage!

A little later in the evening, still dazed and confused, he said “Babe, I’m gonna leave you.”  And he meant it too.  But in the light of day the next morning, he instead found himself saying “I can’t quit you babee.”

What is and What should Never be

He confronted his wife about the situation and told her that watching her with her many lovers was wearing and tearing on him.  “Since I’ve been loving you,” he said, “all you’ve been doing is singing the wanton song.  It’s nobody’s fault but mine that I let things get to this point, but watching you with your lover friends gives me the hots on from nowhere!”

“Well then,” she said, “you’d better get moving so you don’t get trampled under foot while you’re heading to the bedroom… it’s going to be a celebration day!”

Once in the bedroom, he was watching Walter’s walk as he heard him say “How many more times do you want me to send you to the ozone, baby?”

“Bring it on home,” Darlene told Walter. “When the levee breaks and you fill me full of your sweet cream, poor Tom will be right here to clean that big hot dog of yours and dine on custard pie at the houses of the holy.

There you have it, pets.  The story of Poor Tom, Darlene, and her Custard Pie.

Until next time,

Your Intelligent Fantasies Mistress Hunter