The Break-up Prank: Part One

[Joe S]

The sound of water flowing caused John to stir as he nestled under the heavy comforter. He rolled over to drape his arm around his wife’s body, his hand searching out her breasts. When he came up empty, he cracked one eye and flopped onto his back when he realized she wasn’t there. With bleary eyes, he glanced over toward the bathroom and saw a soft light emanating from under the door. He rubbed his eyes and peered at the clock on the nightstand. The blazing red numbers read 5:30. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Still 5:30. He frowned and closed his eyes, groaning silently. What was she doing up so early? He wondered. For a brief second he considered investigating but his brain was already trying to rediscover dreamland.

Only when he heard a loud bump and a muffled fuck, did he reopen his eyes. In the sparse light of the darkened bedroom, John watched his petite wife hopping on one leg, rubbing her toe as she did. Her actions had an almost comic effect, yet John wasn’t laughing. Something seemed off – besides her early awakening – and he squinted his eyes. Was she wearing a dress? His eyes widened as his brain burst into full consciousness and he sat up on his elbows.

“Oh hey, Hon,” Katy said, her voice turning sweet as she hiked up a pair of nylons. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“Mmmhmm,” John mumbled in response as eyed his wife skeptically. When she simply carried on with the task of getting on her nylons as if this was just a normal morning, John cleared his throat. “What is going on?”

Katy stopped her wrangling and tugging and looked up at him. “What do you mean?” She asked, trying to sound innocent.

“It’s five-thirty in the morning and you’re wearing a dress. You never wear a dress to work,” John remarked. Suddenly his eyes narrowed as he added, “And you sure as hell never get up before six-thirty.”

Knowing she was caught, Katy stalled, hitching up the waist of hosiery before patting down the skirt of her dress. “I just have a feeling it’s going to be a busy day for me,” she confessed with a sigh, playing the martyr while ignoring his first comment.

“Really,” he said, his voice an eye roll in audible form.

“Oh this?” Katy said, batting her lashes as she turned from side to side, letting the short skirt swirl around her. “Guess I just felt like dressing up a little.”

Not taken in by his wife’s flirtations and her flimsy excuse, John frowned as he sat up higher in the bed. He folded his arms over his bare chest. “Are you trying to give the boys a hard-on?” His face remained stern even as his wife put a hand to her mouth and looked at him with feigned shock. “Don’t play coy with me, Missy,” he deadpanned. “Seriously, if I’m getting aroused, imagine how those hormonal teenagers are going to react.”

At her husband’s little revelation, Katy leaned forward and let her cleavage spill from the low scoop of her dress. “Does this make you harder,” she purred, jumping on the chance to distract her husband.

“Maybe,” he toyed back. “Hey, none of that,” he scolded, regaining his wits. “Are you even allowed to wear something like that to school?”

Katy stood up and adjusted her breasts into a more comfortable position as her little tease had jostled them out of the cups of her bra. She gave her husband a mischievous look. “I suppose we’ll find out.”

“I don’t like it,” John said, ignoring his wife's look, his tone matter-of-fact. “Not one bit.”

“Aw Hon,” Katy cooed as she made her way over to him. She ran her fingers through his unruly mop of hair. “Trust me. It’ll be fine.”

John looked up into his wife’s eyes. “I’m not worried about you getting in trouble. I’m, I’m,” he stuttered trying to find the right words. “I just don’t like the thought of a bunch of teenage boys ogling you.” When his wife burst out in a fit of uncontrolled laughter, her head thrown back, John’s mouth gaped. “What the hell is so funny about that?” He demanded.

“Oh Sweetie,” Kay said, taking her husband’s hand, her heart warmed by his flare of jealousy. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” When confusion flashed in his eyes, Katy sighed, wondering if it would be best if she just came clean. She bumped her husband’s side with her ass and he scooched over, giving her room to slide next to him.

“You know Aubrey next door?” When her husband nodded like duh, of course, Katy continued. “Well, the other day she was passing by as I was getting home and she stopped to say ‘hello’. Anyway, long story short, she confided that she’d heard rumors that a bunch of the boys were planning on breaking up with their girlfriends all on the same day.”

“What?” John asked, not comprehending.

“Yeah, apparently it’s some bro thing,” Katy said, doing little air quotes as she said ‘bro’. “I guess they think it will be funny. Like a prank or something.”

“And what does that have to do with you? Or you getting up before the rooster? Or you looking all sexy?” John asked, slipping his arm around her waist and giving the curve of her hip a gentle squeeze.

“Slow your roll, Big Guy,” Katy laughed before beaming at her husband and leaning into his squeeze. “First, I’m glad you find me sexy. Second, I just get the feeling I’m going to get quite a few visits to the nurses office today. Let’s call it woman’s intuition. Which is why I’m up early. I told you my day was going to be busy.”

“Um,” John mumbled, still confused on why his wife thought her day would be busy and why her risque choice of attire. “I’m lost. Why will you be busy and why the dress?”

Her husband’s naivety amused Katy and suddenly, she wondered why she just didn’t come out with it. “Think about it,” she said, trying one last indirect effort. “A bunch of boys will be breaking up with a bunch of girls.”

“And?” John asked, still entirely at sea.

Katy sighed. “Let’s just say I think my day will consist of providing plenty of ice packs for the boys.”

“Ice packs? For the boys?”

“Jesus, John. How dense are you?” Katy asked, looking at her husband, her big, doe eyes brimming with dismay. “What happens when a boy and a girl breakup?”

“I don’t know,” John mumbled, suddenly feeling stupid.

“Seriously?” Katy couldn’t hide the exasperation in her voice. She turned to her husband and looked him dead in the eye. “Most likely, the girl will kick him right where it hurts most.” Her tone held the exact tenor of her husband’s when he confessed his displeasure at her outfit.

“What?!” John blurted, his jaw dropping.

Wow, Katy thought, he really is naïve. “Don’t act all shocked. It’s a fact of life. Just happens that this little fact means I’ll be busier than usual today.”

“But why the dress?” John muttered, half to himself, still trying to get his mind around the bomb his wife had just dropped.

Katy giggled. “I just thought it would be fun to add insult to injury. Ya know, the boy having to fess up to a very womanly nurse that a girl kicked him in the balls.” As she spoke, Katy cupped her hands under her boobs and squeezed, making the tops of her breasts pop from the scooped neck of her dress. “But don’t worry, my handsome man, I think the boys will be too embarrassed to do any real ogling.” She let her boobs drop when she saw the dazed look in her husband’s eye. He looked like a punch drunk fighter. And if he was as naïve as she thought he was, she couldn’t blame him.

Hopping off the bed, Katy strolled into the walk-in closet and picked out a nice pair of heels that would really make her legs look long and lean. When she returned, her husband’s features hadn’t changed. He looked over to her like he wanted to say something, but after a beat, he closed his mouth and just stared helplessly. Katy shook her head. “Alright then. I’m off. Have a wonderful day, Hon,” she said, surprising herself with the airy, lilting quality of her tone.

As he watched his wife’s lush ass disappear through the bedroom door, John’s brain suddenly kicked into high gear, thoughts dropping on him like rain from a thundercloud. Is that how girls react to breakups? They kick the boys in the balls? Is that fair? It doesn’t seem fair. Wait, has Katy ever done that? John shuddered, pulling the covers around him at the thought. What if we’d have broken up? Would I be icing my balls?

As his heart rate accelerated, John threw off the covers. He wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon.

 

[F. Mercury]

Wow, this is such a great start. I can't wait to see how she handles all those battered balls! I suppose there could even be one jerk who has a ball ruptured and to teach him a lesson, the nurse tells him he's fine and sends him back to class...

[Need 2 B Kneed]

Love the story...! So sexy with Katy dressed in nylons and high heels...maybe when she gets home she will demonstrate to John what happened that day to the boys...plenty of sexy nyloned knees and kicks to come for Johns balls as well ;o)