I love how scared you losers get at just the thought of me
I know he’ll be furious if her finds her topless when he comes by. “Please, honey! Just put your clothes back on. It’s fine that you fuck him, but don’t make him angry at me, okay?”
“Babe! That’s so selfish! You know I can’t come unless you’re bruised or crying.”
“I…I’m sorry, you’re right.”
“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.
Short Order
Now that’s a way for hubby to be useful! Darling would you go cook for him and me?
Yes, I will cook. I want to be usefull as much as possible
Yes, of course. Some eggs and bacon for stamina. But you make him some quiche just so he knows you’re not trying to be too manly.
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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.
She’d made me strip even though I really wasn’t comfortable with it. Especially not in front of these assholes. But my girlfriend had been working me up to this moment. “We’ll fuck so hard right in front of those jerks that were so mean to you and they’ll have to respect a guy who can get such a hot piece of ass. Only top dog can have me, right?” I couldn’t exactly tell her no after that. It would be an insult.
So it was a big surprise when she walked into the hot-tub with them and left me high and dry. “Sorry, but I see some top dogs, babe. You agreed top dog gets this ass, right?” I just nodded, shocked. “So if you’re not top dog, you must be a bitch?” Again I nodded, confused. “Good. So cover that pathetic ‘manhood’ and serve us like a bitch should.”
I put on her bikini in a daze while they all laughed and catcalled. I’d wondered why she’d made me shave my body and wear my long hair down, but now it felt so right.
By the end of the evening we were together again, being fucked from behind on a large bed. “I’m so proud of you, babe! You could never see that this is where you belong. This is you. You belong to real men, just like I do.”
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.
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.
Your little brother always seemed like such a kid. Even when you all were kids. Four years was forever back then. So even before you started dating her, Silvie and her little sis (by just a year) would fawn over your cute brother whenever he was around. They’d play silly kids games, dress him up in girls clothes and coo, and let him snuggle into their laps and nap.
He never seemed to outgrow that, in his eyes or theirs. At an age when you’d already been trying to date, Iggie was content to let Silvie and her sis put makeup on him and have cutesy girl sleepovers. Not to mention crawl over them in a way you didn’t think was proper anymore. By then you were dating Silvie and told her not to treat him too much like a baby. He needed to mature, and frankly you wanted Silvie to spend time with you doing more adult sleepover things. It was perfect cover, but you could never convince her to slip away and be naughty.
“Oh I think he’s plenty mature,” Silvie said, giggling. “Don’t you, Cammy?”
“Gosh, I’d say he grows UP, fast enough alright, sis.”
You didn’t understand them at all. Why would they spend so much time being so childish? They just stayed up late telling dramatic bedtime stories, apparently, laughing and crying out. It almost sounded painful. You wanted to barge in at times, but Silvie locked the door. When you rattled the handle, she’d teased you that “no little boys” were allowed while laughing and sounding breathless.
Years later, Cam and Sil are still very close with Iggie and treat him like one of the girls. They embrace and kiss and are generally touchy feely. They don’t get to see each other as often, but when they do they all hole up in Igg’s old bedroom and cause a commotion for old-times’ sake. You still don’t understand but by now you just think it’s cute.
“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.”
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