“Sir, please, I’m so sorry if I’ve done anything to not seem subservient enough. Please let me wash your car? And just ask me when you want something?”
Enrique looks startled at first like you’ve found him out, then disgusted, and then he smirks and hands you the keys before taking your girlfriend’s hand and leading her to your bedroom. “Make sure to get the hubcaps, bitch!” he calls back as she giggles.
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It’s difficult choice. Any advice?
Her pussy, of course. He won’t let you have her ass already, and she’s never given you a blowjob. It’s nice to let him know he’s in charge, though. He is, of course, but it means something when you willingly submit to him.
Be honest, you want to catch your wife bending for some other guy and see her face while she enjoying the bigger cock .
You’d been one of those insecure, paranoid, obnoxious fucks. You’d tell anyone who’d listen how afraid you were that your wife would cheat on you. You’d take any awkward interaction as a clue and mull it over aloud, to the annoyance of all your friends. You’d work yourself up to a frenzied certainty that she was cheating. If only you could catch her…
Finally your best friend got tired of this never-ending nonsense. Marinette would never cheat, she was far too old school and devoted. Unless, maybe, she thought you had cheated first? Triston was going to shut you the hell up by shoving your cheating wife in your face and finally ending this. It would be good for you, even. He almost convinced himself.
When you got the text from your wife’s phone you nearly died: “I’m fucking your wife. Come quick and watch me impregnate her.” You felt both triumphant and devastated. You’d been trying and failing to get pregnant for months, too… You snuck up on the back patio and watched as your best friend fucked your wife. “I’m going to knock you up like your pathetic hubby can’t, okay, Marinette?” “Yes, yes yes!” she cried as tears streamed down her cheeks. You just held up your phone, recording, while feeling incredibly horny but not quite able to get it up.
Rhetorical Question
That’s for granted. What turns me on is…what might you do about it?
Salt Lick
He’d been so angry about your bold declaration that he’d gone off and told her about it. That had been a huge mistake. She seemed more intrigued than offended.
You really just said it aloud like that, in front of all your coworkers and his?
“Yes, can you believe the nerve?”
Barely, but she was warming up to the idea. And what did her husband say?
“Well what could one say to such an inappropriate comment in public? I wandered off while my coworkers laughed. It was humiliating”
Her husband just ran away?! And had you said anything else, she asked, flushing.
“Yeah, he said to run off and tell my wife she’d be sucking his cock within the week and she might want to practice deep throating on something decent sized. Like a big cucumber. What a dick.”
Yes, what a dick…she mumbled. So…um, her husband had done as asked then? And not challenged the coworker declaring dominance?
“Exactly, you get it. It’s not worth rising to the challenge of these stupid alpha males. Just don’t engage. I’m glad I can tell you about it.”
Yes, good job. Her husband was a good boy, she assured him. Later that night she unlocked his phone and retrieved your number. My husband told me what you said, just like a good boy, she texted.
You wife had always stubbornly refused to have sex before marriage. She said the act of consummation on the wedding night was sacred. That it sealed an important pact and set the tone for the rest of the marriage. You just didn’t realize what sort of pact she had in mind.
If you ever tried other mans cum you never go back. You will be always a cuckold
Once you eat cum from her pussy it seals the deal. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
Let her give you a handy. You won’t be getting anymore than that – unless he decides so, anyway. It’ll make you feel better. While she does it, at least. Then you’ll crash and feel even worse and more shameful. But repeat this enough and the cycle of fear, pleasure and shame will all meld. Become all that you know of sex. All you crave.
“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”
“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”
“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“
“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”
“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”
“R-right.”
“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”
“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”
“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”
*cheek kiss*
“And you…don’t want to date me.”
“I’m so glad you understand.”
“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”
“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”
“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”
“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”
“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”
*whimper*
“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”
*mewl*
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