Disclaimer:
1) This story is a complete work of fiction, Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
2) This story is explicit content and themes are intended for adults 18 years of age and older. This material is not intended to be a model for real sexual behavior.
3) The following chapters contain graphic descriptions of erotic situations, including cuckolding, male domination, female subservience, female corruption, humiliation, submission, cock worship, mild race-play, and wife corruption/slutification. If you find any of these themes distasteful or offensive, please do not continue reading.
4) The characters within this narrative are consenting adults who engage in hedonistic activities willingly and portray a power dynamic that may not be suitable for all readers. Certain elements, such as race-play, are used solely for the purposes of fantasy and do not condone or endorse any form of racism or discrimination in real life. The depictions of the characters' actions and dialogue reflect their own twisted desires and deviant personalities, and they do not represent the author's views.
5) This is my first creative writing exercise of any type...so please be gentle in the comments. If the story is well received, I will write additional chapters
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Sam met Gabby during the 2nd week of college, after only a week, they began dating and had been inseparable ever since. They were both dorky "late bloomer" types and their relationship just made sense to everyone around them. They were the couple voted most likely to get married, settle down in the suburbs, and have children. And it turns out, people were right. Shortly after college, they tied the knot, had a child, and moved into an upscale neighborhood. For the past 12 years, they have lived a relatively normal and routine life while Sam climbed the corporate ladder.
The couple's intimate activities were always quite normal or average. Although Gabby and Sam weren't virgins when they met, their sexual experiences were limited. Physically, Sam was average in both physique and endowment (maybe a little below average there). Gabby had always been more conservative and innocent; however, behind closed doors with Sam, she was open to trying new things. After some time together, it became apparent that Gabby enjoyed dirty talk...a lot. During their intimate moments, there would often be role-playing and dirty talk involved, usually centered around anime or fantasy themes (as they were self-proclaimed dorks), but Gabby almost always wanted to effect the persona of a wonton slut.
Gabby's eagerness for this particular aspect of their sexual activities always aroused Sam; in public, she was proper and demure, but when they were alone, she spoke to him like a sex worker.
After the first 3-4 years of marriage, Sam started to develop a fascination with the idea of "wife watching" through watching porn and other erotica. When the baby came, their sex life had slowed down a lot, he wanted to attribute this to the stresses of everyday life, but even when they did have sex things became quite routine. Sam often thought about watching Gabby being used by a well-endowed "stud" as fuel for his masturbatory fantasies.
Then one night during sex a few years back, while talking dirty and in a particularly hot moment, Sam accidentally blurted out how hot it would be to watch Gabby "fucked by big cock!"
As soon as the words left Sam's mouth, he regretted them. He thought he had made a huge mistake, but to his surprise, Gabby' eyes went wide but then she relaxed and didn't react with shock or anger; instead, she seemed to embrace it. Role-playing and dirty talk about Gabby sleeping with other men became a regular part of their sex life for the past 6-7 years. She even got creative at times, and would invent elaborate scenarios where Sam would either watch or be absent as a rugged man had his way with her.
This was all just fantasy -- they had never actually shared each other with anyone else, nor had they even casually (let alone seriously) considered it. And then one fall day...
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A crisp Friday evening found Sam perched in the stands of the local minor league football team. The bright lights illuminated every inch of the field, making it seem like a different world within the dark night. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the aroma of hot dogs and popcorn wafted through the air. The players sprinted and weaved, their colorful uniforms blending into a blur as they moved purposefully.
They didn't play in a big-time city or in a gigantic stadium, but the D-league team put on a great show. Fueled by their determination to one day make it to the pros, every player and coach poured their heart and soul into each play, hoping to catch the eye of a talent scout or coach.
The energy in the small stadium was electric tonight, buzzing with excitement in a way that seemed to be larger than the crowd of 1,000 or so in attendance tonight. As Sam watched, he couldn't help but be swept up in the intensity of the game and the dreams that drove these players. The team was known as the "The Swarm" and all of the players were local celebrities.
Sam held the title of regional Vice President of a successful sports supply company specializing in various types of netting, they had a niche market cornered. As a result, he spent his days navigating through the fast-paced world of professional sports, regularly meeting with influential players, coaches, and front office personnel. His main responsibility was to sell and oversee the installation of in-stadium equipment, player endorsements, and the coordination player appearances at various in-store events. This coveted role also came with special privileges, including access to a luxurious private box and exclusive locker room access.
Even though The Swarm wasn't a major account, Sam's company was headquartered in the same smallish midwestern city as the team and as a result, the team received ample advertising and support from his company. This also meant that Sam often received complimentary tickets and exclusive passes to the luxury box or even access to the field. He loved being surrounded by the buzz and energy of the team, feeling like he was right in the middle of all the excitement.
Sam was jubilantly sitting in the front row next to the bench, basking in the thrill of victory. The Swarm had dominated the game by 21-points, thanks to the dynamic duo of Wide Receiver Tyrese "Tree" Whitaker and Quarterback BJ Pine. Together, they created an unstoppable offense that the locals called the "Pine-Tree" offense. These two players seemed destined for professional leagues, but for now, they were set on bringing the championship to this quiet midwestern community. The quiet smallish town was buzzing with excitement and anticipation for their team's success, and this was probably the most exciting thing to happen to the city in 50 years.
Sam made his way down from the stands toward the locker room. The heavy wooden door loomed ahead, adorned with a brass nameplate that read "HOME TEAM". With all the confidence he could muster, Sam pushed it open and stepped inside.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The air was thick with sweat and exhilaration, punctuated by laughter and playful banter among players still riding high on adrenaline. He spotted Coach Albert Robinson standing near a row of metal lockers
"Sam! You made it down," Coach Robinson boomed, his voice booming over the laughter of players. Coach Albert Robinson strode over to Sam, a wide grin on his face. Coach Robinson was an imposing figure - standing at 6'4" with broad shoulders and muscular arms stretching the fabric of his black polo shirt. His chiseled jaw and intense eyes gave him the authoritative presence you expect from a coach and former player. He turned, his piercing eyes locking onto Sam with a mix of authority and genuine warmth. "What did you think of the game tonight?"
"It was incredible, Coach! The energy was off the charts," Sam replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Those two--Tree and BJ--they've got something special. I can see them going all the way."
Coach crossed his arms, nodding appreciatively. "No doubt. They've both got raw talent and with a little more discipline, they could be playing alongside some big names before long." He paused, his expression shifting to one of concern. "You know I'm here to help keep these guys in line. Keep them focused on the game and out of trouble...and those two are a handful on and off the field."
The comment, and Coach's general demeanor after such a big win, struck Sam as odd...but Sam attributed it to the stress of trying to coach a bunch of young kids to a championship.
After a few minutes of circulating through the locker while the players packed up their gear and make their way out of the locker room. Sam hesitated, not wanting to leave yet. He scanned the room one more time before his eyes settled on a locker adorned with a handwritten sign that read "Pine-Tree".
