A Fragile Wife
“By as many people as possible.”
Lana blushed, hiding it behind her glass of red wine. “You know how difficult that can be for me…” Her legs crossed, over her husband’s hand.
“That only makes it hotter.” Ken cornered her in the couch, arms wrapped around her, legs coming for hers, his lips nibbling sweetly at her throat. The only thing keeping them apart was that glass of wine clenched tightly in Lana’s hand. “Baby, you know what I want tonight.”
Lana’s throat went dry. Even if she drank that whole glass of wine in one gulp, her throat would still be dry. “I can guess.” Her thighs clenched together.
In case he hadn’t made his point clear yet, Ken went ahead and drove it home into Lana’s brain. “I want to see you take on the biggest cock in the room.”
She was trapped between arousal and freezing up so badly that nobody would be able to thaw her out that night. “Why?”
Ken loosened his hold on her, as if he couldn’t believe she asked that. “Because it’s hot.”
“You think it’s hot watching me hurt like that?”
“I…” Ken removed his arm from her shoulders. “I didn’t know that’s how you really felt about it. I thought you liked it once in a while.”
Lana put her wine down and held her forehead in her hand. She was lucky to wear such a tight up-do that day, otherwise she risked annoying herself with her own hair. “Well,” she said, forcing a smile. “I certainly don’t hate it once in a while.”
She looked at the young man they spotted earlier. He was probably in his late 20s. A sub allergic to shirts and wearing pants so tight she could see what he packed around. Nine inches, at least. Unless he was a shower, not a grower. In which case that probably worked in Lana’s favor.
Otherwise, he was the run of the mill male sub. His eyes met Lana’s more than once, and she flashed him her most winning expression: Domme mixed with relentless vixen.
“Look at you,” she put out into the world, “Some posturing man who doesn’t understand his only use is to please me.” She wrapped her hand around her husband’s leg again. “Do you understand that this is my husband? I make love to this man all the damn time. He knows I’m looking at you. Do you know what that means? It means he wants a piece of you too. You have no idea who you would be dealing with.”
“You would be into watching me bang some frat boy with a bigger cock than brain.” Lana glanced at her husband, reveling in his confusion. “You think I would go down easy? You would be wrong, Kenneth Andrews. I’d take that dick like a pro, small pussy or not.”
“Maybe, just maybe…” Ken leaned against her, his weight almost imposing. “It’s that ‘or not’ part I’m most interested in.”
“You know, sometimes you still manage to surprise me.”
“I could say the same to you, my sweet. Remember, you were the one who originally suggested this a long time ago.”
“Of course I remember. Sometimes I’m stupid and think taking a huge cock is easy.”
“I wouldn’t say stupid. More like adventurous.”
“Hmph.” Lana clicked her tongue, but did not really feel like further admonishing her husband. “And what do you get out of it? Besides my humiliation.”
“Humiliation? Please. Maybe I like the sheer look of surprise on your face when that kind of man first takes you.”
Shivers went down Lana’s spine. Whether they were sexual or not, she wasn’t sure at first. “It doesn’t bother you? I mean… having another man inside me like that. I’m your wife.”
“I don’t know what that has to do with it. You’re your own sexual being. Surely, just having me can get a bit boring. It’s not a bad thing for us to share this kind of thing.”
“You’re rarely boring, darling.”
“Appreciated. Although I’m not sure why you’re bringing this up now after so many years. You’ve been acting so strange lately.”
Had she? About this? “It’s not a bad idea to talk these things over once in a while. You know, check in and all that.” Lana rubbed her husband’s arm. “Tastes change. Our desires… well, they change too.”