u/AreThoseThorns

Joe’s phone vibrated within seconds of him getting under the covers. He lit up when he saw the name “Sophie🔥” on his screen, since girlfriend never texted him so late at night.

“Damien’s here. You need to come over.”

His throat instantly swelled up. His face began to boil.

He stared at the text, trying to catch his breath. Trying to understand why Sophie would have violated the only ground rule they agreed upon before meeting Damien.

She didn’t give him much time. Her kissy face popped up on his screen within 10 seconds of texting, she wanted to FaceTime.

Her face was glowing, she clearly had makeup and lip gloss on. Needless to say this wasn’t his girlfriend’s usual look at 10:30 on a Wednesday.

“Were you seriously thinking about leaving me on read?”

Joe began to stammer. She didn’t bother with a hello, how are you, or any explanation of what was going on. She looked distracted, batting her long eyelashes while admiring herself on camera, managing to make her boyfriend an afterthought even while they were video calling each other.

“Um, I’m really sorry…. No I wasn’t going to leave you…. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

A voice off camera loudly chimed in, “I didn’t bring any condoms!”

That’s when Joe noticed Damien’s arm around Sophie’s shoulders. Casual, cool, and completely unbothered by the fact that Sophie had to beg her boyfriend for rubbers that he had conveniently forgotten on his way to the booty call.

Joe ran his tongue across his lips, trying to muster the courage to speak through a dry mouth and pounding heart.

“Babe, didn’t we talk about this? You said you’d let me know and we’d arrange these together. It was only two days ago that he…”

She had heard enough, “STOP TALKING!”

He saw her jump up and storm out of the living room for privacy, although she her voice was loud enough to wake up her neighbors across the hallway.

“Are you fucking serious? We spent the last year looking for a guy worthy of fucking me, and all the I put up with your microdick. I smiled through it every time even though we both knew how embarrassing you were.”

Her voice rose steadily with each sentence.

“And now Damien is not only the first good dick I’ve had in my life, he’s also a total sweetheart and offered to come over tonight to keep me company because I’m home alone. You are being so rude, selfish, and trying to sabotage my relationship with him. I knew you would try to pull some shit like this. Like I’m so happy right now, and you…”

Sophie’s voice trailed off while her lip began trembling, but inside, she was worried she might be putting it on too thick. It was her idea to invite Damien over, and this actually wasn’t the first time he had come over for a dick appointment behind Joe’s back. Her mistake was counting on her meathead lover to remember to bring protection.

She paused to catch her breath, practically whimpering, “You know how bad the cramps are when I have to take Plan B. It hurts so fucking bad, don’t make me have to go through that.”

Joe was practically hypnotized. He did not have the ability to process that Sophie had made this situation now his fault, or that having sex with a bull alone was the most important boundary they discussed when they began looking for her lover.

Now he was completely gaslit. Either he was getting out of bed, or would be responsible for his girlfriend fucking raw and suffering through the morning after pill.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Please, I’d never hurt you like that. I’ll get up right now, you know it takes a while to get to your house, but I’m coming right now. I love you baby!”

Sophie smiled, mouthed out a thanks, and took a second to admire her handiwork of a broken, pathetic boyfriend.

He did have a purpose, though. Her thong was soaked after berating him within earshot of her bull.

“Magnums, okay? Hurry.” She blew him a kiss and hung up. Never bothering to say I love you or even thanks. Both would have been dishonest.

She slipped into the living room and into Damien’s lap.

He chuckled, “I’m not even going to ask about what you two have going on. Damn.”

She planted a kiss onto his lips and began grinding her hips into him.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s not even coming in, so you’ll have to go down meet him at the front desk.”

She slid her hand down to his bulge and started to unzip his pants.

“Let’s see if we can finish round one before he gets here.”

Kate sighed and ignored the first text from her husband. He knew the Friday glass of wine by the harbor was her sacred space, unwinding a week’s worth of bullshit and being the Wonder Woman her team desperately needed.

His second message made her gasp.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, pulling her phone out of her oversized purse to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.

There he was. Or at least, there were his abs, his forearm flexed as he held the waistline of his boxers, and a boner that looked ready to rip through the fabric. A shamelessly slutty pose, but he knew exactly the effect it would have on her.

She realized she was standing in the middle of a parking lot admiring her husband’s package, before she gulped and scrolled up to see what the hell he thought was an appropriate pretext to that photo.

“Come home. Right now.”

Kate’s temperature rose, her face flushed, she squeezed her thighs together under her loose floral skirt. She didn’t even bother responding to the message. She didn’t have to. They both knew she would drop whatever she was doing and she’d be in the driveway within fifteen minutes.

Jack, utterly satisfied with himself, lit a candle on the coffee table then set Kate’s favorite decorative pillow in the corner of the entryway, right behind the front door. She wouldn’t need to go far. He lounged on the white couch underneath the front window, still in only his boxers. He wasn’t worried about voyeurs, their street wasn’t busy on a Friday at 1:00 and the trees shaded the window from anyone on the sidewalk. As far as he was concerned, anyone who made it up to the window was welcome to enjoy the show.

His index and middle fingers teased the underside of his cock while he waited, but he hardly had begun to find a rhythm when he heard a car door slam shut. ‘That’s my girl,’ he thought with a grin as he got up to meet her in the foyer.

Kate’s face lit up when she found her husband standing just inside the front door. Getting on her tippy toes she wrapped her arms around his waist and melted into his arms, smearing lipstick on his chin and lower lip as they kissed for what felt like the first time. Jack’s heartbeat felt like a drum pounding on her chest, while her hands practically subconsciously moved from his back to begin stroking his cock and gently tracing his balls. He felt so heavy in her hands, it was in that moment that she realized how badly she missed this.

Jack slowly pulled away at just the right moment and placed a finger over her mouth. “Take everything off except for your underwear, then wait on that pillow.”

She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed a sense of disobedience. She didn’t want to wait. He knew it, too.

Practically reading her mind, Jack quipped, “You shouldn’t have ignored my first text.”

He playfully swatted her butt and he stepped back, Kate left reaching out to keep a grasp on his manhood.

Standing inches out of reach, his eyes locked onto hers, he held up his hand, and startled her with a loud snap.

“Now.”

Kate was taken aback. ‘Did he really just fucking snap at me? Like I’m a dog?’ was her first thought, but that wasn’t what the feeling that grasped her. What stood out most was that she felt her panties literally soak as she watched hi raise his hand and snap his fingers, practically in slow motion.

Her hands crossed at her waist so she could pull off her tank top, slowly lifting it so that her boobs slid out on display for him with her arms up. After dropping it at her side, she reached back to unzip her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Stepping out of her flip flops and messily kicking everything into a pile by the front door, and wearing only her cheeky lace underwear, she positioned herself on the large pillow that he’d set down for her.

Kate noticed how his breathing sped up after her shirt and skirt came off, and was pleased at how his boner began flexing and straining while she knelt down. If he was calling the shots, she understood that the pleasure was going to be all hers.

She wiggled down and rested her butt on her feet, eagerly clasping her hands behind her back and sitting up with perfect posture.

“Is this okay?” she purred.

Jack strode forward, somehow still in his boxers with a visible spot of precum marking the tip of his penis. He put his legs up to her body and let his bulge slowly settle on her lips.

“If you have to ask, you must know the answer, baby. Turn around and face the corner for me.”

Kate was able to quickly shuffle around so that her back was facing Jack and her nose was in the corner. She didn’t even have time to take a breath before she felt his hand firmly spank her right ass cheek.

“Not a sound,” he ordered, before another spank on precisely the same spot.

Kate gulped in air and closed her eyes. Three more spanks on her right side forced her to bite her lip and exhale through her nose as slowly as possible. She’d always practiced distracting herself with happy thoughts through the more cruel moments of BDSM sessions, but the irony was that she had never felt more at peace than she did in this exact moment.

“Pull your underwear up. Higher, good. Now place your hands through the waistband. No, here’s what I mean,” Jack guided Kate’s hands through the panties and practically had her giving herself a wedgie, her fingers intertwined with the lace fabric halfway up her lower back.

He planted a kiss on the top of her head, noticing that her eyes glanced up to meet his while still obediently keeping her face in the corner.

“That’s a good girl. Now stay quiet.”

Five spanks landed in quick succession on the left side of Kate’s ass. Harder and much more rapid than those on her right, she felt her knees buckle momentarily, but the punishment was over as soon as it had begun.

Another kiss on the top of her head, this time with Kate’s eyes closed while she sunk into the confluence of physical stress and submissive ecstasy.

“You’re doing great, baby. Now keep your eyes closed and turn around. You can release your hands and use them.”

Despite the lack of vision, and searing pain on her backside, she moved much more elegantly than before when first had to rotate atop the pillow.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Jack warned, as he slipped his boxers off and laid them on his wife’s head. The degradation of being used as a clothes rack, for his boxers no less, was lost on Kate. She wanted to obey, but more than anything, she wanted his cock, and this meant she was finally getting closer to earning it.

While those thoughts danced through her head, Jack laid the tip of his penis on her lips and his wife reflexively parted her lips and slid towards it. Slowly her head crept forward until he was filling her mouth, and after a brief pause to unhinge her jaw, she kept going until there was not more room and Jack could feel the familiar gurgle of his penis touching the back of her throat.

His palm settled on the back of her head and he gently held her there, not forcing her any further, but also not allowing her to move. Ever so slightly pushing his hips forward, he had completely closed her airway, causing stronger gurgles to tickle his penis and the drool began to leak out the sides of her mouth.

Kate was allowed one second’s reprieve to catch her breath, and then it was back in. She was thankful for air while also disappointed that she couldn’t last longer for him.

Jack took two steps back, his hand gently pulling her hair up to hold her in place.

“Come with me.”

He turned, tightening his grip and twisting a handful of dark hair between his fingers. Kate unclenched her hands from behind her back and leaned forward fingertips touching the hardwood, spread out to keep her long nails from scraping the ground as she expertly crawled in lockstep with her husband. He walked slowly, savoring the moment, knowing that his wife’s eyes were alternating from his feet to his penis, proudly bouncing with each step.

Her knees burned, as did the tops of her feet from the crawl across the house to their living room. Every inch of this house was immaculately decorated, but Kate’s vision was a blur apart from floor beneath her and her love next to her. Finally they reached the living room and he sat down, rather ungracefully, on the thick cushions of their white couch. Precum flicked onto the floor, the couch, and onto her chest. The anticipation had gotten to Jack as strongly as it had Kate.

With her hair released, Kate snapped back into her proper posture, despite the stinging in her knees. Jack’s hand abruptly gripped her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. With her kneeling and him on the couch, she felt surrounded by him, closing her eyes to enjoy both the submission and the safety of this moment.

A yelp escaped her lips when she felt his hand slide into her underwear and a finger pressed into her clit. She couldn’t resist any further, and melted down into his firm grip. Her hips’ tiniest shifts led to an avalanche that began in her stomach then flowed through her clit down to the tips of her toes and back up to her hair. Her entire being felt electric, like a surge of power had been unleashed by Jack’s commands and control of her body.

Kate’s eyes looked up, finding the eye contact she needed for unspoken permission to cum. A deep breath escaped that under any other circumstance it would have sounded exasperated, but this meant release and relief. Her feet scrunched, thighs flexed, and she let her body quake. Despite her uncontrollable motion, Kate’s only point of contact with Jack remained the pad of his middle finger on the most delicate and sensitive part of her body.

The seconds felt like hours, and she would have collapsed had his other hand not caressed her shoulder at the perfect moment. Jack looked down at her heaving chest and had found his mark. Standing up, his cock already straining from watching Kate in ecstasy, he used her wetness to stroke himself up to the edge.

“Head back.”

Kate only heard his voice as an echo through a long tunnel, but she obliged, automatically cupping her breasts in her hands and pressing them up towards him. Subspace had put the two of them onto the same plane, she knew exactly what he was going to do.

“What do you want?”

“Please, oh my god I need you to cum on me right now, baby. Oh my god I…”

Jack erupted, the first of his release landing between her neck and collarbone while the rest of his cum coated Kate’s chest and the perfectly manicured nails that held her boobs on display for him. The thickness stuck to her and she felt her heart rate increase as he continued to cum, what felt like at least twice as much as their usual lovemaking sessions.

The two remained in this position, first breathing rapidly and slowing down in unison, for an unknown amount of time. Kate held her hands still even as she felt drips slide down in between her fingers. Finally Jack sat down on the couch again and tapped his leg with his palm. Smiling, Kate let go of herself and leaned forward, resting her head on his thigh and letting herself be his for these next few moments.

“Thank you for that, honey,” she whispered.

“You were perfect. I love you so much.”

Joe’s phone vibrated within seconds of him getting under the covers. He lit up when he saw the name “Sophie🔥” on his screen, since girlfriend never texted him so late at night.

“Damien’s here. You need to come over.”

His throat instantly swelled up. His face began to boil.

He stared at the text, trying to catch his breath. Trying to understand why Sophie would have violated the only ground rule they agreed upon before meeting Damien.

She didn’t give him much time. Her kissy face popped up on his screen within 10 seconds of texting, she wanted to FaceTime.

Her face was glowing, she clearly had makeup and lip gloss on. Needless to say this wasn’t his girlfriend’s usual look at 10:30 on a Wednesday.

“Were you seriously thinking about leaving me on read?”

Joe began to stammer. She didn’t bother with a hello, how are you, or any explanation of what was going on. She looked distracted, batting her long eyelashes while admiring herself on camera, managing to make her boyfriend an afterthought even while they were video calling each other.

“Um, I’m really sorry…. No I wasn’t going to leave you…. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

A voice off camera loudly chimed in, “I didn’t bring any condoms!”

That’s when Joe noticed Damien’s arm around Sophie’s shoulders. Casual, cool, and completely unbothered by the fact that Sophie had to beg her boyfriend for rubbers that he had conveniently forgotten on his way to the booty call.

Joe ran his tongue across his lips, trying to muster the courage to speak through a dry mouth and pounding heart.

“Babe, didn’t we talk about this? You said you’d let me know and we’d arrange these together. It was only two days ago that he…”

She had heard enough, “STOP TALKING!”

He saw her jump up and storm out of the living room for privacy, although she her voice was loud enough to wake up her neighbors across the hallway.

“Are you fucking serious? We spent the last year looking for a guy worthy of fucking me, and all the I put up with your microdick. I smiled through it every time even though we both knew how embarrassing you were.”

Her voice rose steadily with each sentence.

“And now Damien is not only the first good dick I’ve had in my life, he’s also a total sweetheart and offered to come over tonight to keep me company because I’m home alone. You are being so rude, selfish, and trying to sabotage my relationship with him. I knew you would try to pull some shit like this. Like I’m so happy right now, and you…”

Sophie’s voice trailed off while her lip began trembling, but inside, she was worried she might be putting it on too thick. It was her idea to invite Damien over, and this actually wasn’t the first time he had come over for a dick appointment behind Joe’s back. Her mistake was counting on her meathead lover to remember to bring protection.

She paused to catch her breath, practically whimpering, “You know how bad the cramps are when I have to take Plan B. It hurts so fucking bad, don’t make me have to go through that.”

Joe was practically hypnotized. He did not have the ability to process that Sophie had made this situation now his fault, or that having sex with a bull alone was the most important boundary they discussed when they began looking for her lover.

Now he was completely gaslit. Either he was getting out of bed, or would be responsible for his girlfriend fucking raw and suffering through the morning after pill.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Please, I’d never hurt you like that. I’ll get up right now, you know it takes a while to get to your house, but I’m coming right now. I love you baby!”

Sophie smiled, mouthed out a thanks, and took a second to admire her handiwork of a broken, pathetic boyfriend.

He did have a purpose, though. Her thong was soaked after berating him within earshot of her bull.

“Magnums, okay? Hurry.” She blew him a kiss and hung up. Never bothering to say I love you or even thanks. Both would have been dishonest.

She slipped into the living room and into Damien’s lap.

He chuckled, “I’m not even going to ask about what you two have going on. Damn.”

She planted a kiss onto his lips and began grinding her hips into him.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s not even coming in, so you’ll have to go down meet him at the front desk.”

She slid her hand down to his bulge and started to unzip his pants.

“Let’s see if we can finish round one before he gets here.”