Customize Your Marriage Pt 01

Authors Notes:

-First, new to all this creative writing stuff. Please be lenient with the mistakes and missteps of a novice. Also I picked Romance because I'm a proponent of the whole series in the same category and that's what fits the overall arc.

-Second, trigger warning. There is a description of sexual assault in this chapter. It is not gratuitous, nor did I include it lightly. Whatever your safe and consensual roleplay fantasies may be, sexual assault is always wrong. I put *STOP HERE FOR TRIGGER WARNING* long before I thought there might be anything that could possibly be triggering, because I have no idea what could be triggering and wanted to be safe. If you need to, please stop there. There is a recap at the start of Part 2 that will cover what is needed for story continuity.

-Third, I jump character perspective quite a bit. Just because I write from a character POV does not mean that I agree with absolutely anything in that character's head. Some of these characters were definitely hard for me to write as I find them absolutely repugnant. They do, however, serve a purpose for the story I want to tell.

-Finally, not everything is going to be 100% accurate to real life. As the story goes on there are going to be things that those with knowledge in specific areas will know I got shit wrong. I try to do enough that the story isn't jarring to the average reader, but I also will put in what makes sense to me and/or the story without worrying too much if it's not absolutely true to real-life. For DnD nerds like me, rules as written are important but ultimately the rule of cool wins.

Scott's POV

My breath was loud in my ears, ragged and shallow. I felt a tightness in my chest, clutching my heart, that I was not sure how to deal with. I could hear them on the other side of the doorway. The gasps of surprise, moans of pure sexy pleasure, the bed springs moving. Just on the other side of the door was my wife. The love of my life, the woman I hoped would one day help me raise a family, the one and only person for whom I would gladly fuck over everyone else in the world; and she was, my mind inserted willingly, gladly, enthusiastically, having sex with someone not me. Her lawful and legal husband. Years of marriage. How the hell did I get on this side of the door?

Edward's POV - Several years earlier

"Oh fuck yes", Juliette screamed as she clenched on my cock. She always did that. Everytime I made her cum she squeezed me so hard it was just short of painful. I loved the feeling. I could feel her all along my cock, tight and wet. They say there's no stronger motivator than self-interest and I was motivated to feel that, a lot.

I smacked her fat, excuse me I forgot to be politically correct, buxom ass. Then grabbed her hips and flipped her on her back. Her eyes had that far-off look that repeated, fucking amazing, orgasms always gave her. I couldn't keep a predatory grin off my face. "How many is that today? Four. Woman, you are wasted with that loser."

Juliette finally seemed to realize I was kneeling above her, cock resting between her legs. "God you know it Ed", she gasped. "That's why you're here. So you can fuck me like I deserve." She made a teasing face and then grabbed her breasts. "You haven't even tit-fucked me today. I'm more than amazing pussy you know. Keep this up and I might think I'm too much for you."

God those tits! First time I talked her out of her clothes, not that the slut needed much talking, I had checked the size of her bra. 36H. Large ruby red areolas, thick juicy nipples begging to be sucked and stood out half an inch even when she wasn't turned on. Truly the tits of a whore. Fucking them was one of my favorite things. Hard or not, making her wrap them around my thick cock. Looking down on her as she used them to pleasure me. If I wasn't hard when I started the titty fuck it sure didn't take long for me to rise to the occasion.

My phone ringing cut off my retort. I grabbed it quickly, intending to silence it so that I could show the slut exactly who dominated who here. I did take just a moment to look at the screen though, as seeing Randal's name, her husband, would have added a little extra spice to the fuck. I almost rejected the call when I saw my uncle's name on screen.

"Take it", purred Juliette. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes and a smirk that always led to my pleasure.

"It's not even your husband", I teased back. I knew that she got off on cucking her husband as much as I did.

She pouted for a moment before shrugging and sliding her magnificent body down the bed. I slid my finger to answer the call just as she started tonguing my balls.

"Lawrence", I said. I tried to keep my voice neutral. Sounding angry would only make him laugh. Juilette took the start of the conversation as a signal to start alternately licking my taint and then balls. I loved women who knew their place. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Eddy", came the drawl through the phone.

Bastard. Pox ridden, lazy, no good, immature, washed-out, alcoholic, obese, waste of oxygen, bastard! There was one person who could call me Eddy and it wasn't him! Decades of this disrespectful abuse. I had told him since the time I was nine, my name to him was Ed or Edward. Just because Mother was allowed did not in any way give him permission.

I looked at my hand not holding the phone as I finally registered sharp pain. I was clenching my fist so hard I was surprised it wasn't dripping blood. One word. All it took was one fucking word from this despicable excuse for a human to make my blood boil. I dreamed of the day he died. Hopefully painfully, in drawn out agony, suffering from something he did.

I unclenched my fist. Good thing I had stress relief handy. Juliette would be more useful than I thought tonight.

I grabbed her hair roughly right at the roots. She met my eyes and winked, bitch probably thought she was helping. Not yet she wasn't. I angled my hips slightly down and shoved her head forward until her nose was smashed against my pubes. The surprised "gack" sound she made probably helped keep her teeth clear of me and opened her throat for penetration.

Oh yeah. Now I could talk. I began rhythmically shoving her head up and down my cock, adding a thrust of my hips at the end to make sure she got the message. I was in-charge.

"How can I help Lawrence", I kept my tone light, saving my rage for Juliette's throat. "Having more legal troubles? Need some help deciphering statutes again?"

That was another unfairness of the universe. Lawrence and I were both lawyers. Both with JD-MBAs. Difference was that while he was supposedly a great lawyer decades ago now he was a fat slob. I, on the other hand, was at the top of my game. Clients begged for me to represent them. Paid exorbitant fees. Gifts to stay in my good graces. Women swooned at the idea I might bed them. I was no washed-up has-been and never would be.

"Ha! I didn't think you could keep your hand off your cock long enough to read the law."

My hand tightened on Juliette's hair. Delusional bastard couldn't even land an insult. I was the one talking to him while face fucking a woman who could have been a Sports Illustraed swimsuit model. But the audacity of the self-righteous moron to try, that would not be forgiven.

"Well I know I sure had to learn how to multitask between women and winning lawsuits when I was your age", he continued. "I'm sure you will figure it out at some point."

That earned Juliette three quick deep thrusts. Her mascara was running, but her hands were still clasping my thighs not pushing away. I grinned deep inside. She didn't know who she was challenging.

Lawrence rambled on, "I actually did call you about law though. But it's more of a mutual back scratching thing. I was talking to Randy the other day, Randy Pruieg."

I must have had the volume up because that got a reaction from Juliette. Her eyes widened and I felt her throat constrict delightfully against me as she tried to swallow. I knew she got off on cucking her husband, hearing his name brought up by a stranger while sucking my cock probably had her dripping.

"I didn't know you and Randy were close. Don't you have your own in-house counsel?" I again kept my tone light. I wasn't actually worried about Randy, even if he was my boss. Stupid cuck didn't even know his wife was sleeping with me three nights a week, more if I told her to.

"That's exactly what we were talking about. I'm looking for a new legal director and he mentioned you would do well in the position."

Arrogance!

This was not the time to lose control or act rashly. I tightened my grip on Juliette's hair and once again shoved her all the way down my cock. I held her down. 5...4...3...2...1

"Director, huh" I said. "Not sure you understand just how much money I make out here. Hell even after Randy takes his share for the firm I could buy your house twice in cash without blinking." His house. Just like him it was big, ugly, and utterly lacking in taste, but he would show it off to anyone stupid enough to listen.

"Give it another few years and I'll be done with my contract with Randy and free to start my own firm. Not really seeing how director would be anything but a step down." My voice was still light and neutral, but I knew he had to be seething on the other end. To be turned down so casually for what he probably thought was a massive hand-out. Stupid dick.

"Smart and quick as always Eddy", Lawrence rejoined not sounding the least bit put off. "But you are always missing the fine print. I said the part about you scratching my back. Now the part where I scratch yours."

I must not have let up holding Juliette with my cock buried to the hilt in her throat because I felt her hands shift. No longer gripping my thighs, she looked up at me with anger. Smacking my thigh repeatedly with her fist. I guess she hadn't yet learned how to deal with me being an alpha. I shook my head and mouthed, "Pussy" at her knowing it would piss her off.

I wasn't sure if Lawrence had paused or I just hadn't been listening. I wasn't sure that I cared given it was him.

"...I'd like to retire at some point, Eddy. You know that. But a man wants to know that what he built will be looked after once he's gone. Maybe it's an old fart thing, but I don't like the thought of turning the company over to a stranger. I thought it might be nice to keep it in the family, pass it down as a legacy."

Now I was actually paying more attention to him than the whore impaled on me, despite her increasingly desperate attempts to breathe. Could he really be that arrogant and stupid? I wanted nothing to do with his legacy. But a chance to destroy it? A chance to turn his proud accomplishment into something that no one would ever remember him for?

Maybe he took my silence as reticence rather than awe at his colossal mistake. "Marianne asked me to at least give you the chance to say no", he said quietly. "You know she misses you and wants you closer to home."

I hated his name on her lips. A slug had more right to use Mother's name than he did, especially to me.

"I'll think about it," I said and hung up.

Throwing my phone to the side I finally let go of Juliette's hair. I knew as soon as she stopped gasping for air the screaming would start. Ungrateful, entitled, short-sighted women never did understand.

I looked down at her. Face just now looking deep red rather than purple. Make-up ruined. Drool hanging thick from her wide open panting mouth and lipstick smeared lips, her neck and tits caked with more of the slimy liquid. Eyes wide and unseeing as her body tried desperately to get more oxygen. Time she learned what fucking an alpha meant. I hadn't fucked her ass yet today. I was sure the spit on my cock would be plenty of lube for tonight, at least for my pleasure.

Lawrence's POV

I pulled the phone away from my ear and couldn't keep a sigh in. Make that a sigh, throwing back the rest of my bourbon, then swallowing hard as I tried not to scream. Stupid boy. He'd learn, I said to myself. The same as I did everytime I talked to him since he was nine.

"It's done", I texted Randy. Stupid way to communicate. "He'll take the job once he has stayed silent long enough to make it seem like he's reluctant." I wanted to throw the phone, but settled for dropping it on my desk when I was done typing.

My chair creaked and my bones added a drum accompaniment as I stood up. Blasted bones. Back and knees couldn't do shit anymore. Making my way to my office door I had to take a deep breath before opening it. I half-expected her to be in the hallway listening. Then I grimaced. No, that was me projecting again. I was the impatient bull in a china shop. She had far too much class to listen to a conversation she wasn't invited to. She'd be in her library.

"It's done", I said for the second time in just a few minutes, though this time outloud. Marianne looked up from her book.

She nodded slightly at me. It was the barest of movements but even that was...sophisticated. Gracious. She didn't say anything. Her expression didn't change. But I knew what she had said.

"I'll try", was my heavy response. "I'll try for you", I whispered as I walked out of the room.

Scott's POV

Something was...cold? No, not cold, but cool. Breezy. Yeaah that was the word breezy. Why was it breezy? What was going on? My eyes were closed. The bed felt scratchier than normal. I pushed my arm towards the breeziness, ughh thinking is hard and that word sounds dumb.

Thunk! Pfffffffbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttt!

I opened my eyes just in time to see my blind groping had found the source of the breeze and created a god-awful clatter. Yay for multi-tasking.

Someone had placed a mini fan near my head blowing straight down the blankets. It was the kind you hold in your hand, portable enough to take anywhere. My reach had knocked it over and the fan blades, thankfully flexible plastic, were now beating a staccato tattoo out on a wood table. I heard a soft high-pitched giggle that sounded extremely familiar. "Hi Scott", another giggle followed this greeting.

Tina! That's whose voice it was. What the hell was Tina doing in my bedroom? That thought made me finally fully open my eyes, bolt upright in bed, and throw back the blanket determined to find out what was going on. Oh, not my bed. That was my first thought, Tina beat me to my second.

"Oh good morning Scott", Tina's voice was sultry this time. "I thought I'd get a little rise out of you with the fan, but I didn't think it would be that big. Or thick."

Yep I was naked. Naked, in the front room of my house. Which made some sense as I didn't have a table at the head of my bed where a fan could be placed. The nightstand was too low and not at the right angle, the dresser too far and too tall. But having fallen asleep on the couch, yep there was a table where a probably evil minded person could place a fan that would blow straight down an innocent man's blankets.

But getting back to naked. I had thrown off the blanket which meant that Tina, easily my wife and I's best friend, was now treated to the sight of my very naked body; and something I'm normally proud of, my morning wood.

"Shit", I screeched, manfully hopefully. I grabbed the blankets in a wad and thrust it into my crotch. Well such was my rush that blanket or not, I had basically just punched my family jewels. Great way to start the day.

Trying to keep my breath even and forcing an embarrassed smile on my face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your lovely company this morning", I asked Tina. "And why on God's green earth would you put a fan blowing down a man's blanket when he is sleeping?" I grabbed the still running fan with my non-blanket holding hand and switched it off.

"Remember last night when I told you my coffee maker was broken and you said I could use yours? Well I thought I would take you up on your offer. But when I came over you were on the couch, I assume Lauren is up stairs in bed, and the fan was just lying around. I was hoping it would be funny." She ended with a bit of a blush and bashful glance at me.

"I, oh yeah I do remember", I lied lamely. I didn't actually but if she had told either Lauren or I her anything was broken we definitely would have offered our own. That's what you do for your best friend. If she had just been a neighbor probably not, but best friend yes obviously we offered.

I took a deep breath. Here I was, in my own home, with only a blanket covering part of me, and a woman who was not my wife sitting across from me. Another deep breath. The adrenaline rush would wear off in a few minutes at most and until then I just needed to control it. I had plenty of practice with that. Lots of practice that I hated every second of and wouldn't wish on anyone else.

Focus on something. That was easy, Tina. I could tell it was early because the sun was just beginning to peek through the large front window. Tina sat just to the side of the window curled up on the chaise. She was cute, that was the universally agreed way to describe Tina. Short, barely 5'2" on a good day, petite everything. Red hair just brushing her shoulders, small round face, button nose, brown eyes, small mouth, and what I called a ballerina's body. This morning's pre-coffee outfit was a deep violet t-shirt and navy running shorts. Like I said cute, even when blushing after seeing me naked.

"Since when do you make dirty jokes", I said in a teasing voice.

Tina blushed again. "Since you and Lauren told me not to take other people's crap and fire it back at them", she said.

Oh right. Tina was cute, with a heart of gold, very smart, and painfully reserved. It wasn't shyness necessarily. Shy people usually just take more time to get comfortable with people or prefer smaller, more intimate groups. Tina just had trouble with everything when it came to herself. Asking for help, standing up for herself, offering ideas as her own. She was one of the most amazing, beautiful souls I had ever met, and Lauren was determined that others would see what we saw in Tina.

"Ha, good for you. I'll take the compliment to my size as payment for sticking a goddamn fan down my blankets." I was chuckling now and shaking my head. Only Tina would come up with such an innocent prank and have it turn so dirty.

"Cool. I thought it was good. But why are you naked on the couch?" She gasped and covered her mouth after she said that. "Oh no! Did Lauren kick you out? Was it something I said last night? I should go right? You two probably need to talk?"

I started to raise my hand in astonishment at the sudden flood of words. But she talked right over me.

"Wait no! Oh I saw you naked. I need to talk to Lauren." She jumped off the chaise and moved towards the kitchen and presumably the stairs. "I'm so sorry Scott. I'll tell her it was my fault and you were asleep." Her voice had gotten progressively higher pitched and panicked sounding.

I had been trying to get a word in somewhere during her increasingly panicked word vomit to no avail. So I whistled. Not low and soft, or even the universally despised "looking good babe" whistle men do at women. Nope. Two fingers in the mouth, fill the lungs as much as possible, and let out a piercing, shrill, attack on every eardrum within 100 yards. Lauren was going to kill me if she was still asleep.

"Tina", I said gently after my very rude whistle stopped her in her tracks. "Lauren is going to laugh her ass off when we tell her what happened this morning." I emphasized we, trying to make sure she understood this had been a team effort. Afterall, I was still trying to figure out why I had slept naked on the couch when my front room has a gigantic window that faces a busy street.