Jack has been working diligently on his project for weeks now, and it's almost finished and ready to go out in the market. He has been receiving praise from his coworkers, although he has felt a weird aura lately.
They secretively laugh and, sometimes, people disappear for an hour and come back as if nothing happened. He's not a snitch, so he just keeps doing his job, but it's strange.
He is staying late today to put the finishing touches on his design. Before leaving the office, he texts his wife:
"I'm coming home."
"I'm away from home."
"Where?"
She isn't answering so he drives home. Assuredly, the house is deserted.
"With May and the girls." she finally answers.
"Ok. I was hoping to celebrate with you :("
To this, she calls.
"Hey, honey *gluc, gluc*."
"Hi... What's that sound?"
"We're having ice cream!" Jack can hear May in the distance.
"Oh, so you're cheating on your diet!" he jokes.
Four laughs are heard.
"Who's that?"
"Oh, yeah. Will is here too *slurp*."
"Say hi to him on my behalf."
Will picks up the phone.
"Hey, king *moan*."
"Will?"
"Sorry, bud. The ice cream, it's... freezing. It fell on me."
More laughs.
Jack is becoming uncomfortable.
"Look, I have to leave, just tell Ash I'll be waiting with some wine."
"Good girl..."
"What??"
There's some struggling, and wet noises begin.
"Wait a second, honey!" Ashley exclaims.
"Yes?"
Grunts and coughs, and then, every noise is muffled.
"Ashley? What the fuck?" Jack is confused and hangs up.
She arrives home an hour later. She's in a great mood, and kisses Jack in the lips.
"You taste strange." Jack offers her a full glass of wine.
"Really? You complain about kisses too?" Ashley acts offended.
"I'm sorry, shouldn't have said that... What were those weird noises on the phone?"
"May pushed me against the sorbet, that witch. Why?"
"I don't know, it sounded weird."
"Like what??"
Jack stays silent for a moment, thinking.
"Nothing, sorry for being pushy."
"There's a way you can make up for ruining the mood of your celebration date..."
"Is there?" Jack answers, catching her flirty tone.
She nods, takes a big sip of the wine and walks upstairs. Jack follows, excited, seeing her take her clothes off while walking through the corridor. That bubble butt never gets old, he thinks.
"Naked, on the bed." Ashley demands, and he obeys.
She grabs something from her bag and handcuffs her hubby.
"Why did you have that... MHH!" she just used a ball gag on him.
"Shhh, shhh... It's okay, honey. Just let me take charge. I know how you like that." she caresses his cheek, and he nods.
"Good boy! Now, I know you haven't forgotten about the thing that I bought, right?"
She walks to her nightstand and takes out a pink rubber cock.
It's long and thick, mostly the head, and she caresses it's shaft, giving it teasing licks as she stares at her hubby who, surprised, struggles against the handcuffs.
"Oh, come on. We talked about it before! And you seemed interested, right? Do you think I'd hurt you..." Ashley sits next to him and caresses his bum.
"Of course not, I'll prepare you slowly," she spits on her hand "and make you cum sooo good."
She rubs her spit on her husband's butt hole.
He shivers and relaxes a bit, since he trusts her and, most of all, she looks sexier than ever, staring at him with those confident eyes, while he's tied and defenseless.
"That's it, good boy!"
She takes the harness and a bottle of lube, smearing some on her hand, and inserting a finger in his ass, slowly making circles around, until she finds that special place, then she gets another finger and rubs it good.
"Mhhh!" Jack is screaming of pleasure against the gag, drool falling through his cheek.
"You look so cute like this! All powerless and submissive. As you always should, right, baby?" she reaches his face and licks the gag slowly.
Jack gets frustrated with the gag, but it only adds to his arousal. He remembers a conversation they had last week:
"I think me being the dominant one works better for us, right?" she said as she panted.
Jack got his head out of her naked thighs to say: "You're so sexy when you take charge..."
"I'll take that as a yes, now keep eating me, slut!"
He got worried that he wasn't dominant enough, and that's why she slowly stopped trying that dynamic.
When he told her about it, she said he was 'okay' at it, which didn't help, but the moment she rode him while choking him made his worries disappear.
His girlfriend is the commanding one in bed, so what? Many would kill to have her, and he's married to this goddess. And the goddess, right now, is pushing a fourth finger in, massaging his balls with her thumb while fucking his ass like a pro.
"Where did you learn this?" he'd ask if he could.
She pushes her fingertips deeper and he comes in his belly.
"Oooh, my toy couldn't hold it in anymore? But you came so fast!" she fake pouts.
"I think I don't really care if you're spent. I want my fun but, first, you're eating me out."
She ungags him and immediately sits on his face, with her phone in hand.
"I just thought... uff... that maybe... you wouldn't mind me filming us, right?"
He can't really talk with a mouth full of pussy, nor nod with both her thighs at each side of his head.
