A Bit of Flash Fiction

“Oh, that jar? He was one of my first patients. He couldn’t compare to his wife’s lover in the bedroom, so she brought him to me for treatment. He begged, cried and pleaded. He even ate out my ass, just to try and motivate me to reconsider! But in the end I had a job to do and no matter what he thought, the glands between his legs had belonged to me since the moment he had walked into my clinic.

Maybe a year later I got a wedding invitation in the mail. Believe it or not his wife had divorced him some months ago and was going to marry the boyfriend. One of the food options at the reception was leg of lamb, so I simply had to go. Imagine my surprise when at the ceremony I saw him standing up front as one of the groomsmen! I ended up peeling him away from the crowd during the dancing, and chatting with him over a dirty martini. He pointed out a beautiful woman on the dancefloor, and told me she was his plus-one - and his dominatrix. He had been seeing her with his wife's knowledge since before his surgery. From what I gathered, this had started as a monthly punishment appointment set up by his wife, but it developed into something deeper over time.

Apparently the wife completely took him to the cleaners in their divorce: she got the mansion and both Porsches, and almost all of their savings were already in her name. Their younger dauger than to press the question.hter had been conceived with a sperm donor, so the judge decided to give mom full custody. Actually she gave her full custody of both daughters, because she didn’t want them separated. He had been living in an old friend’s guestroom – I think the ex-wife paid for his travel to the wedding. I asked him why he had agreed to be a groomsman and he just went red and speechless. I knew better than to press the question.

Since we hit it off so well at the wedding, I told him to write to me. We kept up a correspondence for about a year, actually. Last I heard of him, his mistress had decided to take him in as a permanent slave. I don’t think she lets him write letters… I imagine he would write me if he could! I suppose we can call that a happy ending, no?”