A wife gives her husband one more chance.
I sat in bed, alone. Again.
My husband was across the house, somewhere. We may have well lived across the ocean from each other. I looked at the stack of divorce papers on the dresser, half filled out.
I still loved him. That was the hardest part.
I closed my eyes and thought of all the time I had tried to explain things to him. I tried to explain the things I wanted — no, needed — but nothing ever changed. My eyes stung, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
It seemed like it would be so easy. Hold my wrists down while we fuck. I would have taken even the tiniest hint of domination. But he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t play that way.
This is degrading to women, he told me.
Yes, yes. I know. But goddamn, it makes me so fucking hot. I don’t need a fucking psychologist. I just needed a good, hard fuck — where I wasn’t making the decisions. The memories of all the times I had tried to start something with him, to explain — they tumbled through my head.
It pissed me off.
Fuck it, I thought. And fuck him.
I needed to get out.
It was warm enough that I didn’t need a jacket over the light dress I was wearing. I drove without really thinking about where I was going, until I saw a little dive bar with its pink and blue neon sign and strings of catenary lights.
Alright, maybe just one drink.
It was pretty slow, even for a weeknight. I sat at the bar, peeling the label off my domestic bottle.
“Hey there, little lady,” a man said with a thick southern accent, sliding into the bar stool beside me.
I looked up at him. He was average looking, with close-cropped brown hair that showed the beginnings of gray. His eyes were dark in the dimness of the room. I tried to smile. “Hey.”
“Aww, you can do better than that, can’t you? Show me that real smile, now.” His tone was light, teasing.
I wasn’t in the mood. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I’m going to be very good company tonight, if that’s what you want.”
He frowned. “A pretty thing like you? What could be wrong in your little world?”
Now it was my turn to frown. Now this was degrading. I took another sip.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”
He leaned in closer. “Did your boyfriend break up with you?”
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but something stopped me. Yes, this stranger was pushy and degrading. I felt my cunt pulse, and I shivered. I ground my jaw and blushed. Maybe I did need a psychologist.
I looked at him, into those dark eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“Hmm, I see. Complicated. Well –” He picked up his bottle and mine. “Why don’t we have a seat and you can tell me all about it?” He gestured toward the back of the room.
I bit my lip.
Fuck it.
I picked up my purse and let him lead me the booth furthest back. I slid in, and he followed, sitting right next to me. The bulk of him trapped me against the wall, and I felt my breath catch. My cunt pulsed again.
“Now, introductions. My name’s Keagen, and I am an awfully good listener. And what is your name, Miss Complicated?”
I blushed, feeling the sting of his teasing. It seemed to form a line directly to my core. “My name is Lora.”
“Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Lora,” he drawled. “Now tell me what’s got you so worked up.”
I felt his hand come to rest on my thigh, and I felt my eyes widen. The dizzy feeling of being trapped bubbled back my mind. I could feel my breath quicken.
My body thrummed with desire. I shouldn’t want this, but, in a perverse way, I did. My shoulders relaxed into the thought of this man… forcing me.
I knew I was about to tell him the truth. The blush crept up my cheeks. “I want to… submit. And my husband, he, well, isn’t into that.”
“Submit?” Half a smile teased over his face.
In for a dime, in for a dollar.
Everything in my body felt needy, swollen with desire. “I want to submit to a man, sexually. I want to be dominated. To have him… decide.”
Keagen’s fingers crawled between my legs. I tried not to moan out loud as I felt his fingertips trace along the seam of my panties. “Dominated, hmm? You want a man to tell you what to do? Hubby’s kind of a pussy?”
I blushed harder, realizing how ridiculous this all must sound. “He thinks it’s degrading to women.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think it’s hot as fuck.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
His smile widened. “Of course you do, sweetheart. You followed me over here like a lost puppy. Now open your legs for me.”
I opened my legs. It felt so good to obey.
He leaned in close to my ear. “Good girl. Now you’re going to take these panties off and put them on the table. I’m going to finger that slutty married cunt, while you tell me what else is buried in that little mind of yours.”
I could barely breath. My fingers shook as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my lacy panties and pulled them down my legs. As I put them on the table, I felt like it was a beacon alerting the whole room of what we were doing.
His fingers slipped into my pussy with embarrassing ease. This time, I did moan.
“Fucking slut,” he teased, his breath along my neck. “You’re one hot little wifey. Keep going. Talk dirty, cunt.”
all my fantasies, all the stories I’d read, all the videos I’d watched flashed through my mind.
“I want to be dominated; use me like a slutty fuck toy. I want you to hold me down and fuck me. Rough.” It was so hard to think as his fingers pushed me closer and closer to cumming. “Treat me like a submissive little whore.”
“I can do whatever I want to you,” he said, voice low and threatening.
Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I felt my body start to shiver as my orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched wildly on his pumping fingers, and I felt cunt juice squirt all over his hand and down my legs. “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes, anything. Please…” I bit my lip and moaned as the waves of orgasm wracked through me.
After I caught my breath, he brought his wet fingers to my lips. “Clean these off, slut.”
I sucked his fingers into my mouth, watching his eyes dilate. I ran my tongue over them, imagining they were his cock.
He groaned. “Now you need take care of something else.” He spread his legs as far as the booth would allow and unzipped his jeans.
I gasped as his cock sprang out, hard and swollen. A drop of precum gathered on the tip. I looked around the bar, suddenly anxious. No one paid us any attention.
He watched me for a moment, and I blushed.
“Come on now, whore. Do what you’re supposed to do. Suck my dick.”
I took one last look around the room, and then I bent down to swallow his cock.
It felt so good. It felt so good to obey. His cock filled my mouth, hot and musky. It felt so good to pleasure him, so good to feel the evidence of his desire between my lips. I worked on relaxing my throat, and he slipped in deeper.
“That’s it,” he said, wrapping his fingers through my hair. “Suck me nice and deep.”
I heard him rummage through my purse.
“Look at me, slut.”
I looked up, without taking my mouth off of him. He snapped a picture of me with my phone, then pushed my head back down. I moaned in humiliation.
“Mmm, yeah. That feels real good. Let me just send this to myself, and we’ll be all set.” His grip tightened on my hair, and he fucked my mouth, hard and fast. “That’s it, whore. Take it all. You love this shit, don’t you?”
I moaned against the head of his cock lodged in my throat.
“Fuck, take it, you fucking cunt. Fuck, fuck…” He growled and sprayed his load of hot cum into my mouth. “Let me see it. I want to see that cum on your tongue.”
I sat back up, my hair matted against my forehead. The bitter, salty taste of cum overwhelmed my senses, and the reality of what I’d just done slammed into me. I blushed, trying not to cry.
My cunt pulsed.
Fuck.
I opened my mouth to show him the pool of semen.
“Good girl,” he said, lightly slapping my cheek. “Don’t swallow until you get home.”
I pulled into the driveway and swallowed the mess in my mouth.
It felt so good to obey, even if I was a cheating slut.
And goddamn, I was horny. Again. I needed to fuck.
I walked into the house, straight into my husband’s office. He looked up at me, startled. “I want to fuck,” I said.
“Uh, okay. Yeah, sure.” He closed his laptop, got up, and wrapped his arms around me. I turned my head before he could kiss my mouth.
It was now or never.
“I want you to be rough,” I said, almost breathless. “Please, fuck me hard. Fuck me dirty. I want to be a little whore for you. Use me like a set of fuck holes.”
He pulled away and looked at me with a familiar expression. Disgust corrupted his handsome features.
It was such a familiar look. I knew what he was going to say, and it broke my heart. So much for my bravery.
“Babe, we’ve talked about this. You know I don’t like that kind of thing. It just feels so… wrong.” He pulled me into a hug again, but I felt cold and stiff. “I could never treat you like that. I love you.”
The desire melted from my body.
This wasn’t going to work. Ever.
I thought about Keagen and his commanding voice, that left no room for argument.
I broke our hug. “You know what? No, never mind, then. I just… can’t.” I turned to leave, thinking about the divorce papers. It seemed like such a trivial reason for a divorce, but now that I knew what it felt like to get what I needed, I wouldn’t be able to let it go. “I’m sorry.”
I walked out of his office without looking back.
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