All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction, and all characters, locations, and events are imaginary. I should probably note that there's dominance and submission here, as well as a little light/fake bondage and a tiny amount of (welcome) pain.
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I never thought of myself as the kind of guy who'd have an affair with a friend's wife, but here I am.
When I first met Trish, she was dating Bill. I'd known Bill for a while, as a friend of a friend, and recognized him as a fellow dominant. It was evident in the little things, like the chokers he'd make his girlfriends wear, and the way they'd walk one step behind him and to the side, as if on a leash. I didn't do that, but I knew the signs. Mostly it was evident in how they interacted. Bill liked his submissives to check for permission often, even for normal everyday things, and if you knew what to look for, it was easy to spot the frequent eye contact and the subtle nods of permission. Bill loved feeding Trish bites of his food, and watching her open her mouth and wait expectantly but patiently was always frankly arousing.
Like most good doms, Bill wasn't mean or cruel; he adored Trish (as did everyone who knew her). I can't say what they were like behind closed doors, but in public he was supportive and complimentary. Complementary as well, now that I think of it; they seemed well-matched.
Trish was stunning; tall, voluptuous, with cocoa skin and wavy black hair that evidenced her Puerto Rican and African heritage. And she was brilliant, with an incisive wit and encyclopedic knowledge of trivia that was honestly dumfounding at times. I'd always been attracted to her, and always had the sense she was attracted to me, but nothing had come of it.
I'm not sure what happened, but Trish and Bill broke up, and I didn't see Trish again for four years, when she showed up at a company party with Anthony, one of my coworkers. She was bubbly and exuberant as always, and gave me a warm hug. When he went to the bathroom, we caught up briefly. Turns out Trish and Anthony had been married for almost a year (longer than I'd been at this job). I joked about how odd it was seeing her when she wasn't wearing a choker, and she laughed and held up her enormous wedding ring in response.
Anthony is a classic geek, honestly a bit of a stereotype. Most tech guys aren't actually short, skinny, and a little awkward; most are just normal-looking, and a lot, like me, spend time in the gym. But he made her laugh, and they seemed really happy.
I was dating Irene at the time, and she took an instant dislike to Trish. I was surprised to hear her refer to Trish as a "know-it-all" but on reflection I wonder if Irene felt threatened; I felt a real connection to Trish and she was warm and friendly to me in a way that really drew me in. I wasn't flirting with Trish or anything; I don't do that to my partners, as it's hurtful to make them feel unwanted. Things didn't last with Irene, anyhow. The sex was ok but nothing to write home about, despite her undeniably fine figure and her will to submit, and the rest of our relationship never really progressed much. I think she liked the idea of being dominated more than the reality of being in a relationship with me, so I ended things.
Right after I broke up with Irene, Anthony and Trish invited me to a costume party at their place. Anthony had an enormous mansion, vastly bigger than the 3-bedroom cottage I enjoyed, and during a team-building session at the office he'd shared pictures of the estate when he bought it a few months earlier. The main house was huge, but there was also a poolhouse and in-law quarters along with a sizeable detached garage. Way too much... everything... for someone like me, but look, I won't deny it was a nice place.
I called a few women I knew who I thought would be fun to bring the party, but none were available, in one or more senses of the word. I even phoned an ex (not Irene!) but she couldn't make it. So I did something I never do, and decided to go to the party alone.
I didn't have much in the way of a costume, so after a bit of thinking, I did a little online shopping and found a ball and chain that didn't look ridiculous. For some reason, most had a chain that was only a few links long, but I found one with a foam ball and a plastic chain that looked somewhat realistic. I bought some purple pants to complete the ensemble, and added an old belt. I bent a clothes hangar into a loop and hook that I threaded through my belt, and checked to be sure the ball and chain could hang comfortably there on my hip. I didn't want to carry them the whole night after all.
I suppose I ought to describe myself here. I'm 6'5" and around 260lbs. I lift every day, and have a pretty low bodyfat percentage. Truth is, I'm massive, and I'm cut, and I enjoy the attention being a huge fit guy can bring. You don't need to be big to dominate women, but it sure as hell doesn't hurt. I shave my head, and keep my face clean-shaven as well.
So I showed up to the party as this huge chiseled bare-chested bald guy, in purple pants, and carrying a massive ball and chain. I got a lot of looks, as one might imagine.
Trish saw me, squealed, "Crusher Creel! Glad you could make it!" and ran over to give me a huge hug. She was dressed like the old-school Wonder Woman, with the blue skirt with white stars and the red bustier with the gold eagle. She even had the red-and-white boots, the gold tiara with the red star, and the silver bracelets. A golden rope hung on her belt, along with a small white fanny pack that matched the belt. It was obvious that she didn't just pick this costume up for one party; this was some serious cosplay.
And she looked amazing. I always knew she had a good figure, but she was positively divine, pun sadly intended. The costume was demure enough, and the skirt went down to almost her knees, but she was still showing a lot of skin, and every inch of it was delightful. And oh, those tits! She had to be a D-cup at least, but they showed no signs of sagging.
"Wonder Woman! Thanks for inviting me. I didn't think anyone would recognize the costume, honestly." As I said this, Anthony appeared behind Trish's shoulder and gawped at me. She was several inches taller than him, though her bootheels weren't that high.
"Jack, thanks for coming, man. What... who are you supposed to...?" His mouth opened and closed a couple times, and he looked like a scrawny, bespectacled fish. One dressed up as a centurion, with a plastic shield in one hand and gladius at his belt, but still.
"This is Crusher Creel, known by his enemies as the Absorbing Man," Trish answered for me, grinning and gesturing like I was a prize on a game show. "He can turn his body into any substance he touches."
"Well, come absorb some beer then, and we'll all be safer," Anthony said, and we all laughed.
The party was pretty packed, and from the oversized foyer I could see people filling the main floor, mingling on the sweeping stairs, and leaning on the second floor balcony's balustrade. Anthony led me to the kitchen, and Trish touched my arm, smiling, before turning away to talk to someone demanding her attention. Not at all the same dynamic I remembered from her time with Bill, but hey, people change.
Anthony wanted to show off the place a little, so after securing a beer, I followed him around as he pointed out how he'd spent a lot of his considerable wealth. Again, impressive, but not my style. Still, the place was tastefully decorated, and despite all the obvious money poured into it, it wasn't flashy or gaudy. Just... stupidly big, though I suppose if one wanted to throw a party for a couple hundred people, it was good to have a huge place like this. I wondered absently what it was like with just the two of them, as Anthony asked if I wanted to see his cars.
I followed him to the garage and let him show off; I could tell it made him happy, and anyhow, he had a lot of expensive cars. I made appreciative noises and pretended to care.
During a brief lull in the vehicular onslaught, I asked, "So how's everything with Trish? She seems happy. Good for you both."
Anthony's smile was instant but not entirely authentic, as he said, "Fine, good. She's amazing. Gorgeous. Stunning. I'm so lucky to have her. You knew her before, right?"
I felt a little uncertain what Anthony knew about that period of Trish's life so chose my words carefully. "Yeah, she used to date a guy I knew named Bill. I didn't know her that well though, but she was always sweet." Anthony didn't seem interested in following up so I dropped the subject.
We headed back into the main house, where Anthony peeled off to talk to some people I didn't know, and I excused myself to get another beer.
I wandered for a bit, making small talk with a few attractive women. There was a sexy librarian of particular note, with long brown hair pulled up in a severe ponytail, and reading spectacles low on her cute button nose, and we hit it off. I got her number before the two girlfriends she'd come with pulled her away to leave.
Later in the evening the party was still going strong, but people were trickling out. I went in search of a bathroom, as the two I'd used before were both occupied and had people standing around outside, presumably waiting. I saw Trish coming down a hall I hadn't explored before, and waved as I approached.
