Lynne was a Christian soccer mom to the letter. She attended church, she never missed a soccer game and never wore clothes that were revealing or inappropriate. She was, what most would consider, timid and reserved. She rarely drank alcohol, never took drugs, not even over the counter drugs like Dayquil. She was by all accounts "a good girl".
Thomas was "from the other side of the tracks" so to speak. He had tattoos, drank beer on occasion, he did drugs in his youth and before Lynne, had some kinky sex. He was a good person and a great father, but by most definitions he was indeed "a bad boy".
They did share one thing in common, and in many regards, were perfect for each other. Thomas and Lynne had many fantasies, some of them that involved other men. They had been to the swingers' club a few times and have even had a few minor experiences with other couples. Nothing major mind you, just some touching and same room type play. When they were alone, just the two of them, they would talk and pretend to have Lynne being shared with other men. She loved the fantasy of being used and having Thomas hold her close when it was all over. She would talk about how the cum would be dripping off her face and hair as Thomas drove himself deep inside her. She would make comments during sex like "Can you feel his cum inside me, baby"? This drove Thomas absolutely insane with pleasure and excitement. He would thrust deeper into her, pushing around the imaginary cum, to the point where he could almost feel the warmth from the fictional characters seed pooling around his sack as he splashed in and out of his wife.
Her talking would continue.
"Will you let them cum inside me, baby?"
"Will you let them use me like a dirty slut until they cum all over my face?"
Thomas would tighten inside himself as he almost always replied, "Oh, yes! You make me proud slut! Take all that cock! Look at me while he cums in you! Let me see your sloppy cum covered face!"
They had discussed many times of making these fantasies real but were always pulled back to reality by the simple fact that, real life sex comes with real life problems. Besides, Lynne didn't think it was necessary to have the real thing when the fantasies were so powerful and hot all by themselves. Still, Thomas for some reason always had to push the issue. They had fought several times over the years whenever he would do something, she thought was inconsiderate or completely uncalled for. Things like, starting a profile on a swinger's app and pushing her to start one as well. Lynne had always struggled with the part of Thomas that felt he had to push further and further. She couldn't help but think, if he pushes and gets what he wants, won't he just push further next time? Where does it end? What they have is great amazing sex and complete and total open and honest communication, why ruin that by trying to get more?
Thomas's pushing went to far the last time though, Lynne wasn't sure she could ever go back to the way things were and she was pissed that Thomas would ruin what they had. She was pissed that he would be so inconsiderate and careless with their lives. It had been a week since he had gotten drunk at that bar and invited that 23-year-old douchebag into their home with promises of sex and blow jobs. Did he really think after working at the hospital for twelve hours that she would want to come home to a 23-year-old dumbass with a hard cock? What is wrong with that man? Every time she thought of how inconsiderate and childish Thomas's actions were that day, her blood would literally begin to boil. Apparently, Thomas gave the young prick her phone number. Having to deal with those text messages on top of the awkward night of declining two drunk ass holes in her own living room made her cry out of sheer anger and disappointment.
A week had passed, and the dust was finally starting to settle. Lynne had decided she loved Thomas too much to throw away their marriage but couldn't just ignore the fact there was an obvious sexual issue between them. She couldn't help but feel that until this issue was resolved, they could not go back to normal or have any kind of sexual relationship going forward. This made her even more angry, to think the only way to save her marriage was for her to get fucked by strangers. She simply did not see any other solution. Sure, they could stop the fantasies and go about a day to day routine and eventually she would be relaxed and comfortable enough with him sexually to maybe open that box again but maybe not. Her face would go flush as she turned and turned in her mind the various possible roads she could take. Why would he put her in this situation? Ugh.
Finally, her mind was made up. She knew exactly what she was going to do. Having reached the point that, she believed was the only way to save their marriage, was for her to take control. That's exactly what she was going to do. She filled herself with a newfound determination and purpose. She was going to give Thomas what he wanted, even if it destroyed everything she loved in the process. Her stomach was doing jumping jacks and cartwheels as she planned her next steps. Her mind raced and her heart throbbed at the horrible possibilities that lie ahead of her. She quieted the fears and steadied her stomach as the look on Thomas's face as he stood next to that drunk punk last week flashed across her mind. She found her resolve again, she had to do this, it was truly the only way.
They barely spoke the next few days as she secretly plotted her next move and before she knew it, Friday was here. It was time to put up or shut up. An evil smirk flashed across her face as she thought to herself, "put OUT or shut up you mean". The brief moment of levity faded fast when she heard Thomas's truck pull into the driveway. Her face quickly becoming stoic and stern as the thought of her husband, her best friend, bringing some stupid drunk idiot to their house blared in her mind at every footstep Thomas took toward her. She shuttered as he opened the door to enter the house.
"hey babe, I brought Chinese food. Babe? You home?"
She sat on the edge of the bed wearing a short skirt and a very loose-fitting top. She was silent as she tried to continue to steady her resolve. She needed to be determined and resolute. She needed to be strong and in control. She took one deep breath and exhaled slowly before rising up and purposefully walking toward her husband. The look on his face was that of shock, seeing his Soccer mom wife walking towards him dressed so provocatively was not something he was used to seeing at all.
"Babe, are we going somewhere?" his words sounded confused as they left his handsome face. He continued mumbling, "Are you going somewhere?" His voice was turning to more concern than confusion.
"Thomas, I need you to shut up. If you want this marriage to continue for so much as another five minutes you will not utter another fucking word."
The word FUCKING popped and hit his ears like a fire alarm. Lynne does not cuss. In their entire life together, he had only heard her use the F word one other time, and that did not go well for him then, he didn't expect things were about to go well for him now.
"I need you to get back in the truck and drive me here," She handed him her cell with Navigation already showing the route to a destination.
"If you so much as ask me how my day was, I swear to everything I love that I will divorce your dumbass and never let you see me naked again."
Thomas slowly nodded in confusion and fear. She softened slightly as she leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek.
"I love you; I am doing this for us. Please keep that in mind. All I need you to do until this is over, is keep your mouth shut and know that I love you. I will handle the rest."
She turned on her heels and started toward the door.
"Let's go Thomas, as I am sure you have noticed, we have quite the drive ahead of us."
The drive was long and quite frankly a tad awkward. Lynne sat there as prim and proper as she always is. Legs together, hands in her lap. If it wasn't for the outfit that screamed "fuck me", you'd think she was heading to church or a PTA meeting. At one-point Thomas reached over to caress her exposed thigh, only to have his hand slapped with precise accuracy and lightning speed.
"You are also not allowed to touch me. I was a little iffy on that rule before, but I just realized if I am going to get through this, you need to keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself."
Thomas reluctantly placed both hands back on the wheel and let out a barely audible sigh. Lynne, having heard the air escaping from her husband shot him a disapproving glance. Thomas rolled his eyes in defiance but didn't dare make another sound. Another twenty minutes or so passed, to which Thomas thought felt like five hours. He had so many questions and was starting to get the urge to just start asking and demanding answers when the Navigation chirped out the final turn was just a head. A knot rose up in his stomach as he maneuvered the truck into the park entrance.
