------Kristen------
This is all about 5 years after the events of the last post. Ben and I stayed together, and for about a year and a half/two years Mark exerted full control over the both of us. And Jen. And Lindsey. I know Lindsey didn't really show up in our stories much, and honestly I never really met her. About a year after we moved away she had gotten back together with Caleb, and Mark said they had 'come to an understanding' but he wouldn't provide more details than that.
Ben got a really good job in another state. It was a tough time for us, as I had to choose. Move with him, or keep fucking Mark. The ultimatum I was worried might someday come for me had arrived. It really tested me, and us. But ultimately my love for Ben overshadowed my need for Mark's cock. Ben and I found other ways to give me a big dick fix, and while the toys and roleplay weren't the same, it was something.
Jen and Tom actually got married. As far as I'm aware Tom never found out about Mark, at least he hasn't yet. Jen got pregnant about a month or so after we left town. She was initially PANICKED in texts with me, but they became kind of braggy over time. It all came off very territorial. Like there was some unspoken competition between us that she had won. Mark pumping a baby inside of her was a decisive victory in her eyes.
And fuck, I hated how much I envied her. I was getting older, I had brought up motherhood to Ben but he wanted to get everything settled in our new location first. Which I mean, I understood, but it's HARD to fight off the urges you get as you age. I wasn't exactly careful with Mark either at the beginning. I got on birth control shortly after everything started and we realized that Mark cumming inside of me was going to be a common occurence.
Her texts started grating on me, and eventually I stopped replying. Though I did hate follow them on Facebook and would check from time to time to see if Tom had found out yet and torched their relationship. It was a petty reason to not like someone, but there was a nagging part of me that wished I was carrying Mark's child. Maybe that was just a side effect of not having a real man's cock inside of me for so long.
We did settle in to our new lives in the new location and things became routine. I got a work-from-home job and spent my days on that while Ben went out to his job. He'd come home, we'd watch TV, and a few nights a week we'd play with toys and talk about how much I need a real good fucking. We never considered finding another man to fuck, I didn't believe anyone else could satisfy the itch I had.
We were happy, even if things had become kind of routine and boring, the comfort and security that came with it more than made up for the lack of excitement. I missed the days when I had the best of both worlds, but this wasn't a bad life.
Of course, I wouldn't be writing this part if something didn't come along and shake everything up.
It was a normal afternoon when I got the text. I was on my lunch break, eating a sandwich and browsing reddit before going back to work when I heard the text notification.
Mark - 1 Unread message.
My heart jumped in my chest. We texted occasionally, but not being able to be present with each other made it much less exciting and less frequent. Still, every time I saw his name light up my phone I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I opened it.
"You two still live in -city name-? My brother is getting married near there, thought we could catch up?"
My heart was racing. No fucking way right? I mean come on, "catch up" sure bud we both know what you meant. But God I certainly wouldn't be UNHAPPY if it went that way. I hadn't seen Mark in years, it would be fun to catch up on things. It would be even more fun to do what he surely had in mind. But man, I wasn't expecting this.
"We do. When is it?" I replied.
"I'm coming up tonight so I can meet any time for the next week or so if you're available." He responded.
I agreed, of course, and sent him my address. We worked out a time for him to stop by the next day. It would be a Friday, so I set myself to take a day off of work. I convinced myself that Ben didn't need to know about Mark coming by. Maybe I was worried he'd say no if I told him. Maybe I just wanted to recapture that 'sneaking around' feeling that was so intoxicating at the beginning of this all.
Regardless, I kept my little secret from Ben that night. And passed the hours before Mark's arrival with a level of nerves I hadn't felt in years.
I didn't get all done up for him like I had in the past. I wasn't the girl who was so desperate for validation that I would bend over backwards to make myself look as sexy as possible to squeak out a compliment or two anymore. We were either going to hang out and catch up, or he was going to fuck my goddamn brains out behind my boyfriends back. What was going to happen, was going to happen no matter how much effort I put in to my appearance today.
I sat on reddit, listening to some music in the background as the hours moved by at a tortuously glacial pace. Eventually though, there was a knock at my door.
I took a deep breath to steady myself and opened it.
"Hey you!" Mark said, classic bright smile plastered on his face.
He looked just the same. His large frame took up the entirety of the doorway and my perception of myself as an independent, powerful, changed woman reverted right back to the small girl who gave myself to him years ago. I fought the feeling, trying to regain my composure. The thoughts of all the things he had done to me fought back.
"Come on in! It's nice to see you!" I said, trying to sound chipper and not betray the war that was going on inside of me.
I moved to the side to allow him in, he passed by me and very obviously looked me up and down as he entered, a cocky smile on his face.
"No Ben? I was hoping to catch up with both of you today." He said as he leaned and sat on the back of our couch in the middle of the living room.
I closed the door, and tried to fight the shivering feeling of nerves and arousal that had been growing in me all day.
"No he's at work, he usually gets home around 6 so it'll be a few hours. Can I get you a drink?" I asked, locking eyes with him and trying to show that I'm not just the submissive, obedient, plaything who obeys his every word anymore. I didn't want him to lock on to the 'Ben won't be back for hours' thing and think I invited him over to fuck or something.
"Sure, I'll take a shot of something if you have it" He laughed, and I couldn't agree more. A little liquid anxiolytic would go a long way. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed Ben's favorite whiskey and started pouring us each a little glass.
"How've things been with you? Now that yours and Jen's kid is growing up, I'm sure you guys are back at it. Everything cool on that front?" I asked, letting some of the venom I had stored for Jen spill into my voice.
"My what?" Mark almost choked on the words, laughing as I returned to the living room and handed him his glass.
"Jen's baby, last her and I talked she was saying it was yours. I imagine that complicated things." I said, clinking his glass with mine before taking a deep drink.
"Oh god no. The kid looks just fucking like Tom, there's a 0 percent chance he's mine. She rarely let me finish inside anyway. Not like you." He said, raising his glass and giving me a small smile before downing his drink.
I can't say that didn't feel good. Fuck you Jen, for bragging up a storm about how Mark put that baby in you. Fuck you for making me feel bad for you at first when you were panicking. I'M the one who took more of Mark's cum anyway.
