Customize Your Marriage Pt 02

Author's Notes:

So the first part of this did not do well as of the time of posting this. I can't see what ratings people leave but I can see how many have rated each work. Small number of votes and me watching to see how the overall rating changed meant I can back into what the votes likely were. Part 1 got almost exclusively 1s and 5s. I think some of the low ratings are because it was originally posted in Romance and I was later informed the story does not fit that category. Regardless, my hope is that this installment is better. If it's not, well the only way to get better is to keep trying.

As noted in the first part, just because a POV is used does not mean I agree with that character. I know switching POV this much can be confusing to follow and is hard to write well. In part 1, Lauren and Scott's POVs make-up approximately 67% of the work. In this part we add Tina's POV and those three POVs account for 65% of this installment. In both works Edward accounts for ~25%.

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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. Hospital determines 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 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 was 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 laid 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."

"It's just that this is the first time Dan is going back out since he found out his girlfriend is cheating on him everytime he leaves. So he's going to be super fun to be around and Katrina is being an ass about the whole thing."

"That sucks. What is Katrina doing that's so bad? Is she blaming him or something stupid like that?"

Scott looked down at me for a moment before answering. Then he slowly said, "She's giving Dan shit about not being man enough to keep his girl happy. She's also been saying that it's normal when people travel if they haven't locked down their boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse that they will cheat. She seems to bring it up everytime I'm in the room with her."

I sat upright and stared at Scott. "What a fucking asshole! First, it is not Dan's fault if his partner cheated on him. All of that blame is on the shit stain who cheated. Second, Katrina sounds like a nasty, self-centered, entitled, piece of shit. What does that even mean to lock someone down? You don't force someone you care about to do something. You do things for them because you care about them and vice versa."

"I know. Honestly if she keeps it up this whole trip I'm going to bring her up to HR. No one wants to work with that toxicity and it's not even close to professional."

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.

"Don't listen to anything that selfish monstrosity is saying. I have not and will not ever cheat on you. Ask me anything you want and I'll answer here and now. Want to see my phone? It's all yours." I started pushing down a little harder as I felt Scott starting to stiffen against me. "I love you and only you. I meant every word of our vows."

Scott was staring at me with a small grin. "Katrina would say you're just offering things you know can't prove you're cheating. That I should show you how much of a man I am and the consequences if you stray. Then it's no longer about having to trust, because I've locked you down for me and you don't even have the choice anymore."

"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. "Put cameras in the house, track my phone, cancel all my credit cards, give me a lie detector test. Just know I love you." I was taking long slow strokes at this point. 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.

"Isn't that the point though. You love someone so you trust them and then they use that trust to do whatever they want without you suspecting." 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.

"Yes, I love you and trust you and I know you love and trust me. Honestly, I would hate you if you felt you needed to do all those things to check on me." I paused the squeezing until he met my gaze again. "Yes it would feel awful that you didn't trust me like I trust you, but we could work through that. It wouldn't be easy or quick and it would change things forever, but at the end of the day I still love you and want you."

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.

"So I can love you, but not trust you, and you would be fine with that." 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, I wouldn't be fine with it. I said we would still be married and could work through it. I'd just have to fuck some sense into you until you finally got with the program bastard."

I gently bit his lip. "I'm always yours Scott. 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's cheating girlfriend, and fuck everyone else who cheats was my last thought before I settled into Scott's embrace.

Edward's POV

Even I couldn't criticize Lawrence's office choice, assuming it had been his. Walking through the front doors I was met with dark mahogany flooring, an attendant ready to take a coat or bag, and an elegant reception desk with a marble counter. A tasteful sign proclaiming "Durand Associates" backlit a very fuckable receptionist.

Long blonde hair falling straight down her back, sexy librarian glasses, a standard white shirt and suit, but with enough buttons undone to hint at a very nice rack. Infatuated secretaries were always useful in learning office gossip and creating it. I put her on my list of useful fucks, though certainly not a high priority. She was attractive for sure and probably useful, but that only got her up to about middle of the pack if I was being honest.

I will give her credit, I was greeted by name and informed that Lydia, the current and soon former legal director, was on her way to meet me. Apparently someone around here could at least do their job enough to tell a secretary when someone important was coming. I was also given a temporary visitor badge which I promptly stuffed out of sight. I was certainly not going to demean myself by wearing a badge, especially one which screamed, "I'm new please kick me".

"Mr. Rogle", I heard from my left. Ah, finally someone hopefully worthy of my time.

Lydia walked briskly and seemed to assume I would keep up. Funny, with that pace I would have thought her ass would be toned rather than a bulgy monstrosity. She stopped first at HR for a round of stupid papers to sign. I gathered them up and explained I would be reviewing these at home, certainly they could not expect a lawyer to sign a document the first time it was presented without proper time to review and submit changes.

After that it was security and more papers. These I was told would not leave the building so I spent the next two hours carefully reading and marking up the necessary changes. The spindly, balding, incompetent behind the desk looked completely lost when I handed back the changes to the documents. He was saved by Lydia taking them and saying she would figure it out with Lauren.

Even though I had arrived promptly at 8:00am, it was now almost 11:00am and nothing useful had happened yet. I understood the need for contracts and paperwork, but I assumed I would be at least going over those with Lawrence. The disrespect never did end whenever that asshole was involved.

Finally though, we sat down in Lydia's office to actually talk about my new role. That was when the other shoe dropped. Loudly and humiliatingly.

Durand Associates considered itself a speciality service.The government may award a contract to an organization but there are a huge number of rules that go with that. Employees may have to pass background checks, firms may need to meet certain requirements for liquidity, ownership, past projects, etc. The list is endless. It's spelled out in the contracts when bidding, but even after you won the bid you had to prove that you met all the ongoing requirements. In stepped Lawrence, especially for Department of Defense (DOD) contracts.

Durand began by simply helping companies know what the requirements were, compiling the documentation, and catching potential issues before the government could become aware. Then they began playing the other side as well, helping the government audit compliance. This evolved into moving beyond compliance with set legal requirements and instead helping to determine what the legal requirements might be.

They no longer worked solely with DOD contracts and instead worked with a variety of governments and corporations around the world. Though, being the DOD, there were certainly countries and companies they were not allowed to work with. All this to say that Durand International was a firm of mostly lawyers, with smaller subsets of accountants, engineers, and other specialists that mostly were there to help determine when specialized firms were needed for matters that encompassed more than just interpreting statutes.

Lydia, as Director of Legal, oversaw almost everything the company did. Despite the title of director, she was effectively second only Lawrence as the CEO. Lawrence apparently felt that should change. Lydia had been promoted to Chief Operating Officer. Her position was being split into two positions to reflect the overall reorganization within the company of domestic and international.

Rather than Director of Legal, I apparently had been hired to be the Director of Legal, International. The much smaller side of the business. The domestic side had its own director.

Lauren's POV

Lawrence had introduced Ed as the new Director of Legal. Everyone at the party congratulated him on it. Some people assumed that Lawrence was being forgetful or trying to keep things short by not saying Director of Legal International. They were wrong. Others thought that maybe Lawrence 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.

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

Lawrence 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 Lawrence 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.

"Lawrence", 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 melt down. 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.

"Lawrence 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 which 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 Lawrence 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 Lawrence came in.

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

Lawrence's POV

Edward was still screaming. I had known this was coming of course. Afterall, 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.