Chapter Three: RuineD
A week passed, and it felt like torture for the constantly horny Daisy. Nearly every night, she rubbed herself raw to maintain her lust, and she even made an effort to seduce her husband one night to help her along. Seeing his tiny penis, however, turned her off, and it was only thoughts of Dylan that returned her to arousal. She refused William after that, sparking a short-lived fight that left him on the couch.
The problem was that William had cheated on her, and they both knew it. William didn't have the gumption to fight her about it or to stand his ground. He had done wrong, and he felt wrong for doing it. As a result, he hardly argued with her anymore. His temper would allow him to start fights, but his guilt always found him retreating from them.
Daisy, meanwhile, felt very little guilt at all. She tried a few times to let go of her arousal, but Dylan would appear in her head unbidden, floating in and out of her focus in the form of sudden wants. It reminded her of hot flashes. One moment she was living a normal life with her guilt-ridden husband, and the next she was horny and clawing at herself. Her days grew long as the week went on, and each felt emptier than the last.
Saturday came, and Dylan text her, and Daisy smiled. She threw on an outfit and scooped up her phone, typing a quick response before rushing to the front door. "Will? I'm going out." She had her purse on her shoulders before he responded.
"Where to?" This was him beginning a fight that he wouldn't win. His stare bore through her, and Daisy could understand why. She had made sure to stuff herself into tube top that hid her belly but showed off her generous cleavage, and she tucked it into a pair of jeans so tight that they looked like they had been painted on. William had cheated on her, and though he trusted her, he could see the writing on the wall.
Daisy tucked back her curly blond hair and smiled at him. She knew what he was suspecting, and she knew he was right, but she had a lot of leverage against him. William had cheated because of a misguided sense of betrayal and hurt, one which she still seethed to think about. Daisy, however, was cheating because Dylan was a better man. He was younger, larger where it counted, and he could give her something William never could--orgasms. In fact, he had already given her some, and a few of them were from him fucking her throat.
"Just going for a drive," she said, and though she had intended to remain calm, she ended up applying pressure anyway. "Why, William, is something wrong?" She arched her eyebrows in a way to tell him that this is dangerous territory.
Fear and excitement mingled inside of her. William, though not a particularly large man, was strong from years of construction and military service. In the past, he had been abusive toward her, though the sin of infidelity and intervention by his father had softened him considerably. The adrenaline was still there inside of her, though, and a part of her wanted to punish her husband by letting her see what Dylan could do to her. In the past, when she first started dating William, she used to imagine her ex fucking her in his place to help her feel good. With Dylan, she didn't need to imagine anything anymore.
William frowned at her but stayed quiet. He didn't like how she was behaving, but he didn't have anything appropriate to say as a response. There was no evidence to support his claims other than her strange dress and behavior, and the only one between them who had a history of infidelity or domestic violence was him. He had done wrong, and they both knew it. "You're just," he paused to rub his neck and look away, "You're showing a lot of skin is all."
Daisy smiled, enjoying how he squirmed. "It's hot out, William!" She said it not just with conviction but with disappointment and anger. It wasn't meant to hurt him, necessarily, but to make him feel silly for questioning her.
William's doubt lingered on his face as he stared at her. Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I...I guess that is fine."
Daisy smiled. "It will have to be, won't it?"
She left with her nipples stiff, the thrill of almost being caught only working to increase her arousal as she rushed to her SUV. She drove quickly, taking the dirt roads a bit too fast on her way to see Dylan. The ride seemed to last longer than usual as her excitement grew, and when she arrived at the grocery store, she was frustrated to have trouble finding him. Her heart hammered as she made circles in the parking lot, and she stopped only as he pulled in. Once he was parked, she pulled up next to him.
They met outside of their cars, and Dylan looked her over with a smile. He seemed at ease with himself, a cocky grin on his face as he stared at her. "You look good."
Daisy smiled back at him. "You, too," she said, and she found that she halfway meant it. Dylan was tall and lean, almost skinny, a direct opposite of her short and heavy husband. He had lightly muscled shoulders and a plain face, not handsome but not disfigured. His eleven-inch dick, however, helped to paint him in a positive light.
He stared her in the cleavage before going to her car. Daisy returned to the driver's seat, fastening her seatbelt and putting the strap between her breasts. She adjusted her blouse to keep his interest. "So, where to," she asked.
Dylan, grinning, adjusted himself, too. "Same place as yesterday," he said. "Maybe we can get out and fuck standing up this time?"
Daisy's cheeks warmed like a teenager at the thought of him drilling her from behind. She backed out of her parking space and then sped out of the parking lot. They drove along the dirt road, throwing rocks and dust in their wake. Dylan whipped his dick out as soon as they left town and took to stroking himself. He was hard by the time that they parked, and he had intentions for her already.
Daisy noted that Dylan began their trysts with his dick out and wondered if it was somehow a method of compensation. He was a skinny lad, farm-tanned by not farm-bred like the others in their community. Though he seemed proud, he also seemed to use his dick as a leverage, a way of seizing control of it. It never failed to hold her interest, but she wondered if there was insecurity hidden behind that, insecurity she could somehow leverage in return. Staring at his dick, though, she had trouble formulating much of a plan.
As the car went off, Dylan took Daisy by the hand and made her hold him. "Let's start with your throat first," he said, and cupping her head, he pulled her toward him. Daisy did not fight him. In fact, she moaned as she took him into her mouth and guided him to the edge of her throat. Saliva gathered around her lips, forming a ring around his cock where she tightened the seal. This saliva was forced out by the sheer, meaty girth of him but still served to wet him as she sucked. Holding him, she stroked him with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Each downstroke of her head as she sucked him forced a gurgle from her.
Dylan gasped and his head lulled as wet pleasure surrounded him. He groaned, suddenly struck as she throated him once as an experiment. Daisy heard him and purred in response, taking him to almost half his length on her second attempt to throat him. Compared to her husband, or even to her well-hung ex, Dylan was larger and larger still. His age added another appeal, a strange but flattering taboo that further stoked her flames. He might have been plain, even a bit scrawny, but his powerful dick made him special.
Holding her hands flat around his cock, Daisy took him deeper, remembering the forceful power of his throat stretching face-fucking as she did. This display of erotic need was revealing to him, proving to him that while he was young, he had proved himself a man to her on that day at the parking lot. Daisy realized that, too, and comparing him now to the milquetoast version of himself from the day before, she was able to merge the two disparate images of him into one cohesive, eleven-inch whole.
Dylan, comforted by her hunger, gathered her hair in one hand and let her work. He touched her wherever he pleased and earned no reprisal for it. Save for quiet moans when he pleased her, he was allowed to tease her as he pleased. Dylan was well-endowed but inexperienced, and his failure with Summer had left him with both a broken heart and a broken spirit. With Caleb gone and Daisy throating him, however, Dylan felt empowered to take what was rightfully his. He had never intended to do this to start with, of course, but felt suddenly emboldened after their run in at the store. Now, he reveled in the success.
