Customize Your Marriage Revised 02

Author's Notes:

Yet again, I'm getting rid of Ed's POV in this version. The hope is to tell the same story that I originally wanted to, but hopefully better. Ed is not a good person, and I did not enjoy writing him. I originally thought he was needed as a POV, but obviously, I changed my mind and think he is better as a non-POV character.

Just noting again, in case you read the original version, Lawrence has been renamed to Philip.

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Pt 1 Trigger Recap

For those who did not read past the trigger warning in part 1. Lauren receives a call from a very distraught Tina. The hospital determined that Tina was roofied but not physically sexually assaulted. To Lauren, this means she broke her promise to protect Tina, and she vows never again.

Yes, I condensed 3k words down to this; it feels bad.

Lauren's POV - Several Months Prior to End of Pt. 1

"Fuck Scott. Yeah, right there, keep it right there. Unnnhhh." I was on my hands and knees on our bed. Scott was behind me kissing my back, one hand playing with my ass, and alternately rubbing a bullet vibrator on my nipples and pussy. Right now, he was cupping my right breast and circling the vibrator towards my nipple.

Men being obsessed with my boobs was nothing new. I was an e-cup, and that drew attention. More than a few had tried to get in my pants purely because of my big tits. It was usually pretty obvious when someone spent 90% of their time talking to my chest; that was all they cared about. Doggystyle sex was a popular request because it made the girls look even bigger and let whoever was behind me play with them to their heart's content. I was fine with that if that someone knew how to make it good for me and not just for them. Scott certainly knew how to make it good for me even before we figured out the special things each of us liked.

He switched the vibrator to my left breast and began the process again, circling closer and closer to the nipple. He kissed up my back until he was kissing across my shoulders. Then, as he finally brought the vibrator to my nipple, he began kissing hard at the base of my neck. I was gasping and pushing back against him. Trying to rub my sex against him anywhere that would give me friction.

"I love when you moan so fucking sexy", Scott purred in my ear. His lips moved up my neck to my ear as his free hand gently clasped my neck from the front. I brought a hand up to my now unattended breast and began squeezing it. Then I turned my head so he could kiss my jawline and up to my mouth.

We began dueling with our tongues and I felt him push in tight against me, forcing his cock between my cheeks and rubbing it back and forth. I flexed my ass around him and felt him moan into my mouth. His hand with the vibrator had stopped as he focused on our kiss and the feel of me around his cock.

I grabbed his hand and began moving the vibrator down my body towards my clit. He clued in quickly and began teasing it back and forth just barely not touching my clit. I tried to move it where I wanted it directly above my clit, but he resisted and I wasn't trying too hard.

"Fuck. Fuck. Enough teasing." I pulled away from the kiss and put my face down on the pillow. I moved forward and raised my ass up higher to trap his cock between my thighs. Then settled back down, rocking gently back and forth. "Just fuck me honey."

He kept up with my rocking for a moment before I felt him push the vibrator fully into my hand, and then he grabbed my hips. I felt him lining me up so that my next rock back pushed him inside me. After nearly 45 minutes of foreplay my pussy was soaked, his cock was ready to burst, and it felt so good to finally be connected.

Long steady strokes all the way to the hilt slowly gave way to faster and harder fucking. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes. Fuck Scott." I started chanting, interspersed with moans and grunts. I moved the vibrator down to my clit. Pushing hard for a moment before easing up. The buzz from the vibrator and the feel of Scott in me were pushing me quickly to climax. My rubbing got frantic and uneven the closer I got. I could feel him pulling me back into each of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin, grunts and moans, and Scott's heavy breathing each got louder.

"Oh yeah. That's it. Fuck I love you Lauren! Cum for me. Fuck I'm cumming!"

I felt Scott's warm cum inside me as he shouted at me to cum. I had already cum just before him, so it wasn't a mutual climax but damn it was good. Scott kept pushing back and forth inside me, but slower and slower. Finally, he lay on my back and just hugged me.

"I love you, Lauren", he said again.

We both rolled over and cuddled up against each other in the bed. It had become a ritual before he left town for work. Hard fast fuck after lots of foreplay, cuddling and pillow talk, then slow and sensual love. Anyone who said married life was boring didn't put enough effort into it.

We lay together, just enjoying each other's closeness for several minutes. Then I felt Scott tense up and sigh.

"What's up?" I asked while tracing patterns on his chest.

"Just thinking about this trip."

"What about it? That didn't feel like a nothing sigh."

"Do you ever wonder if I would cheat on you?"

I sat upright slowly and stared at Scott. "What the hell?"

"I drew rookie babysitting duty. Two of them. Katrina and Dan. Both new and I don't think either is going to be around after this trip unless they make some serious changes. Not to mention, they don't get along at all, so yay me for babysitting them.

"Alright. Well that sucks, but seriously, what the hell was up with the cheating question? No, I never for a second wonder if you have, will, or are cheating. The answer is you wouldn't. Now if you would like to keep your dick intact, start explaining quickly." I was holding back anger for the moment, assuming there was a reason for this. But that was going to last seconds if he didn't start talking quickly and it wouldn't stop with losing his dick.

Scott looked down at me for a moment before answering. Then he slowly said, "Katrina is telling everyone how excited she is to be able to take a break from her boyfriend. Saying anything that happens while traveling doesn't count. Dan is getting in everyone's face about making sure they don't go after his girl while he's gone. Not sure what's up with that since I don't think anyone has even met her. He got up in my face too until I reminded him I'm going to be with him.

"Ok that's messed up bullshit," I said slowly, wondering if that was all.

"I know. Honestly, if either keeps it up this whole trip, I'm going to bring them up to HR. No one wants to work with Dan after he gets up in their face with his bullshit, not to mention they don't trust him if he's pulling that crap. Katrina has all but told both Dan and me she's willing to sleep with either of us on this trip. Which fine people want to hook up, cool, but it is still a working trip, and if all she is focused on is hook-ups, that isn't going to work out."

Wow. Not what I was expecting tonight. I suppose this is where a lot of people start worrying or wanting to know every single detail. What exactly did Katrina say, how did she say it, how long has she been saying this, and of course, the all-important question is, Scott attracted to her?

This conversation was anything except sexy, but I straddled Scott and pushed my sex against his cock. I started gently moving up and down, caressing him with my lower lips. I wanted some intimacy for what I said next. Also, I was still horny. "Scott", I said as I gently put my hand on his cheek and turned him to look straight into my eyes.

"I never for a moment worry if you will cheat on me in any way. That's just not something the man I married is capable of." I started pushing down a little harder as I felt Scott starting to stiffen against me. "I hope you feel the same about me, but just in case there is any doubt. I love you and only you. I meant every word of our vows to each and nothing is ever going to change that. I gave myself fully to you, and you gave yourself fully to me."

Scott was staring at me with a small grin. "Katrina would say it's not breaking our vows."

"Fuck that bitch", I whispered as I was getting myself worked up as well. I didn't normally call people bitches, but sometimes it's deserved. My excitement was plenty to keep everything sliding and feeling oh so good. I started running my hands across my stomach and thighs, trying to put on a bit of a show for Scott. Fuck this was weird to try and be sexy while talking about this awful subject.

"Is that an order?" Scott was keeping his voice too calm for how excited and hard I could feel he was. He was playing devil's advocate just to see what I would do.

I moved my hand down and grabbed Scott's now fully hard length. I positioned him between my legs and sat down. I finally got a small, breathless gasp, and it made me grin somewhat maliciously. I appreciated breaking his self-control, even just a little. Then I started squeezing rhythmically on his cock while staying fully still. I loved feeling him inside and knowing I was doing all the work to make him crazy with lust.

I started squeezing again. Scott finally got involved, bringing his hands to my ass he began rubbing and squeezing it. Then, every so often, pulling me forward and back. Just small movements and not constant. We were both just enjoying being together, even while having this stupid conversation.

"You didn't answer my question." Scott's voice was definitely wavering more than a little in his attempt to keep his tone bland and level. Good.

I leaned down and began rubbing my breasts across his chest while still squeezing him. I brought my head close to his. "No. The only person you get to fuck for the rest of your life is me."

I gently bit his lip. "I'm always yours, Scott, and only yours. Now stop talking about another woman while you're inside your sexy wife and fuck me." I grinned as he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into a kiss. Fuck Katrina, fuck Dan, and fuck everyone else who cheats was my last thought before I settled into Scott's embrace.

Lauren - Current Day

Sadly, it was Ed's first day at Durand Associates, the much-anticipated first day, I supposed. People were already lining up to kiss his ass as the CEO's nephew, though I'd like to think it was fewer people after some of them met him last week at the party. Philip had told me that I would be working closely with Ed. Which was a stupid thing to tell me, as I did Philip's job.

In executive meetings, I both drafted the agenda and ran the meeting. Philip was rarely in attendance. I would take notes on everything, send it to Philip occasionally with comments, and then, when he deigned to respond, I would send out whatever his decisions were.

Philip rarely took phone calls or met with anyone directly. It all went through me. Lydia, the new COO and former director of legal, whose position Ed would be filling one-half of, had told me it wasn't like this at the start. She had been with Philip almost from the start and told me all about the mountains of work he used to do. Now he was phoning it in, literally. I liked the guy, but I didn't have to love everything about him. For instance, this stupid situation he had set up for Ed.

Prior to Lydia's promotion, she had been the only legal director. Given that Durand was basically a very specialized legal firm, that meant she was involved in everything. Huge responsibility, huge paycheck, and huge amount of power, second only to Philip. Problem was that the firm was expanding and had split into two separate firms so that we could expand our international side without running into as many pesky Department of Defense rules on our current contracts. So now the domestic side of the firm had a legal director, and the international side had a separate legal director, Ed.

Philip had introduced Ed as the new Director of Legal. Everyone at the party congratulated him on it. Some people assumed that Philip was being forgetful or trying to keep things short by not saying Director of Legal International. They were wrong. Others thought that maybe Philip was consolidating the position again or that there would be a single director above domestic and international who then reported to Lydia. Yep, they were also wrong.

Philip intentionally never said the correct title. It had been in the contract that Ed signed. I knew because I had been the intermediary between Philip and Ed as they both sent numerous revisions and counter-revisions to each other. Fucking lawyers arguing over the placement of prepositions.

Philip told me that Ed had always been brilliant, even as a child. But he made snap judgments immediately on what was worthy of his time and what wasn't. If it was deemed unimportant, he never looked back. That the contract said international and clearly spelled out his responsibilities on the newly split side of the company, but Philip did not say it verbally; was a test.

Judging from the shouting I heard coming closer, I didn't think Ed would see it that way.

"Philip", Ed roared as he slammed open the outer office doors.

"Get your fucking useless ass out here or I will walk away right now and sue you for every penny of this piece of shit company", Ed continued to shout.

Part of me wanted to keep watching the meltdown. It was entertaining to see a 40-year-old man, dressed in a well-tailored charcoal suit, with spittle flying from his mouth, in an absolute rage. Only because it was his fault for not reading his contract. It was also embarrassing, unprofessional, and was giving me a headache. I got headaches a lot lately.

"Sit down and stop shouting", I said with steel in my voice. He seemed to realize I was there for the first time. I cut him off as he started to open his mouth again.

"Philip is at lunch with Marianne", I continued in the same tone. "He will be back in 15 minutes, but until then, all your shouting is wasted. Everyone in this office heard every threat and profanity in your junior-high-worthy rant. I thought lawyers knew about discretion."

I had, unfortunately, prepared for this moment, and I threw a folder at him that contained the final contract he had signed. I had highlighted the position title, Director of Legal, International. "Something to pass the time while you wait," I said, trying to keep my tone bland. Inside I was certainly enjoying payback for him saying my husband smelled like shit.

To his credit, Ed did catch and look at the folder, then his face got cruel. "You fucking bitch", Ed spat. "You think because you fucked Philip and every other half-witted bastard here with a title that you can speak to me? Does spreading your legs mean you have any useful knowledge or skills? Your only worth is on your back letti-"

I punched him. Sure, ladies are supposed to slap, right? I knew my worth and could back it up physically in a fight. I worked out in a gym three days a week. Ran every morning. Had been taking Jiu-Jitsu classes since I was twelve. But sometimes the best answer to a problem is a solid stance and putting everything you have into the best damn haymaker you can throw.

Ed dropped to the floor right as Philip came in.

"Well, Scott is going to kill me. I didn't get that on video", was all Philip said.

Philip's POV

Edward was still screaming. I had known this was coming, of course. After all, I planned it from the start. The kid never changed. It had all been in the damn contract, but he skipped over it because his mind decided it was unimportant. That he got this far as a lawyer was astonishing to me. How the hell is any part of a contract not important?

We live, breathe, and die by contracts. Just because a section may not be interesting doesn't mean that it isn't important. At the very least, you have to read and understand it to make sure that it won't trip you up somewhere else. But Ed never changed.

"Five thousand", I said.

Ed stopped mid-rant. He had been pacing my office, shouting for the last 30 minutes. I had told Lauren to leave for the day, so with my door and the outer doors closed no one else could hear him. That was my burden.

"Five thousand dollars, you agree not to press charges against Lauren, and I don't tell Marianne the absolutely disgusting things you said to one of her favorite people." I finished my thought.

"I'm talking about taking your entire company from you and you want to talk about a secretary bitch?"

"Yes, Ed, I want to deal with everything today. I thought that stopping a battery charge was the easiest issue to resolve first. I think five thousand dollars is more than reasonable for any medical concerns as well as restitution."

Ed got a very evil grin on his face. "How about we resolve how you are going to keep your company?"

His list of demands was not short to begin with, and for every one that I offered a concession he took that as an opportunity to add more or revisit others previously resolved. I wasn't surprised that he approached negotiations with a zero-sum-game mindset. He approached life the same way.

The first demand was that he be the only legal director, the same position Lydia had held or higher. Probably two hours was spent discussing why that could not happen. Though we kept everything in the same building, technically, everyone on the international side was now an employee of a different company. Durand Associates was the parent company, with Durand Associates International and Durand Associates U.S. as two separate wholly-owned legal entities. The whole thing got complicated because internally, we still pretended everyone was one happy family.

The point of the split, though, was that it gave us a little more leeway in what we could do without violating DOD contracts. Sure, the U.S. side was larger and more established, but that was partially because international had been hamstrung for years. With the split, we expected international would be a huge growth market and Ed would be one of the chief beneficiaries of that. Stupid kid just had to not fuck-up and let his teams do their job. Then, each year, he could take credit and get praise from the board for the massive growth of his division. That should have been obvious, but I still had to spell it out as he was sure there was a trap there for him.

The salary increase, allowance for personal expenses, a car, that was easy stuff, but after he got that I had to increase the payment for him not to press charges against Lauren. I was half-way tempted to let him. Charges meant he couldn't pretend it didn't happen, and while I had only heard the tail-end of what he said, any of it would have Marianne on the war path. He listened to her, and she would likely force him to drop it and apologize.

The final sticking point came about because he wanted a written succession plan. Today. Never mind that anything I wrote wasn't binding because the board could do what it wanted. He wanted a binding agreement that spelled out how and when he would become CEO. No amount of arguing could convince him otherwise. No talk of how I had to get board approval and the board would not approve anything for someone who just joined could dissuade him. I kept to myself that if I strong-armed the board enough, I could probably get a sign-off on a highly conditional letter of intent type nonsense. He was absolutely convinced that if he didn't get this, he would walk away, sue me, and somehow destroy the company.

I finally cheated. I told the truth. Marianne wanted him here, and for that, I knew I had to offer him the CEO position. He would be CEO, assuming he didn't fuck it up, but there wasn't going to be anything in writing yet. I had promised Marianne I would retire and make Ed CEO. He knew as soon as I told him that I had given up any negotiating position I had. Thankfully, he was at least smart enough to also know that arguing was done and it would happen, eventually.