Revenge Cuts Both Ways
By: RedViper (grokking@gmail.com)
Author's Note: This story is a departure from my usual style, which means it's a lot longer. If you're looking for instant gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. All characters are fictional, any resemblance to any person living or dead is a total coincidence. Now that you've been warned, let's get on with the show. - RedViper I don't know when I started to get bitter. The closest I could come is somewhere around six months in, when I realized I'd given up everything that meant anything to me for a woman who increasingly didn't even want to speak to me.
At that point, withdrawing is a very attractive option, and I took to my office downstairs for hours longer than my writing required, trying to scare up someone who'd love the pathetic shell of a man I'd become.
It wasn't that Terrasa wasn't beautiful, smart, well-dressed and a great cook - she was all those things and more. She just didn't love me, or, rather, she didn't treat me like she did. We never cuddled, never went out, and when we did have sex, it was never very good. Terrasa's habit of ignoring me the second she'd finished cumming also didn't help the problem.
I needed something else - someone else, and I didn't know how to get there. Chatrooms proved fruitless, and free personals didn't allow enough contact. Frustrated, I made a list of what I wanted that I wasn't getting with Terrasa. It read, in part:
Respect. Trust. Sex. Passion. Affection. Obedience.
It shouldn't have taken making a list to show me I needed to start looking for a submissive. Now I could narrow my search. Using a credit card my publisher gave me for expenses, I registered at several "alternative" personal sites. (As long as I write about it, it's research...) Creating a profile wasn't hard, and after about an hour of work, I locked my computer and went to bed.
Terrasa was still awake when I got there, and seemed surprised to see me.
"You're in bed early."
I shrugged. "My muse has been good to me lately. Occasionally, she even helps me see what I've been overlooking."
Terrasa considered this for a moment. "I hope she stays good, Ted. We've got a bunch of bills coming up and your advance is almost gone."
I groaned. "How many times did you go shopping last week?"
"That's irrelev..." I cut her off.
"Answer the question, Terrasa. I've seen at least three new pairs of boots on you since my advance check came in."
"You know, you're the one who wants me to look good," Terrasa huffed. "Then you love to complain when you see what it costs."
"Forget it. I'll write something mind-blowing, save both of us again, and pretend I'm happy in this petty, crappy excuse for a marriage." I got up.
"Where are you going?"
"My office," I shot back, "to work on a new short story about an ungrateful bitch who didn't respect the man she said she'd love forever."
Terrasa lowered her book, glaring at me over it. "How's it end, Ted? I'd LOVE to know how it ends."
"Don't worry, honey. You will." I stormed off, slamming the door, heading for my office. I didn't know why - a story like the one I mentioned wouldn't sell because too many men live it every day, and the TV and couch were in the living room.
I knew why the second I sat down at the computer - though it was locked, my alerts still came up, and I had mail. Lots of mail, all of it from the profiles I'd set up only an hour before. I logged in, and was surprised to find 39 messages from women who'd read my profile.
I clicked through the various profiles, making notes. Some of the women were attractive, some not so much, but all of them shared one need - a man strong enough to control them, strong enough to want to do so. I wasn't sure if I was that man, not yet, but I wanted to find out very much.
None of the profiles were too interesting, until I'd almost reached the end. Email #36 first caught my eye with the email address - Sunshinerose@gmail.com. Already interested, I started reading and became more interested.
Sunshine Rose, as she called herself, had been looking for an older man to experiment with. Boys her age, she said, didn't know what they were doing, and she wanted someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it - and I sounded like just what she was looking for.
Her profile sharpened my interest:
Name: Sunshine Rose Emerson. (I blame my hippie parents)
Age: 19
Why I'm here: I want to find someone old enough to appreciate fucking me and someone experienced enough to do it right.
What I like: Age, experience, and confidence
Turn-ons - creative people (esp. writers!), danger, secrecy, being your slave girl, moderate pain, being throat-fucked, being used for your pleasure.
Turn-offs - Young boys who don't know my clit from their balls, stupidity, people who can't type or spell.
Measurements - 34-26-32
Height - 5'8"
Location - York, PA.
The last part cinched it for me - York was only an hour away from my editor's office, and I went there frequently to consult, argue, and discuss my work with him. Plausible deniability assured, I composed my response.
"Dear Sunshine Rose, My name is Ted Sanders, and I think I'm just what you're looking for..."
I went on to explain how I could fulfill her needs, told her some of mine (omitting, for the moment, the gold band that uncomfortably encircled my ring finger) and suggested we meet for coffee sometime next week. I attached a few recent pictures, taken when I was accepting an award for some magazine work, and sent the email, hoping to hear back soon. I'd also included my screen name in case she used the same chat program I did. Satisfied, I read the rest of my email and was about to go back to bed when a window popped up on my screen:
"You Have An Instant Message From: SunShineRose. Do You Accept This Message?"
Dazed, I clicked yes.
SunshineRose: I read your email, and I'd like to meet you. Coffee sounds great - most guys try to get into my panties in the first five minutes.
I smiled. Finally, I could be the man I'd had to hide away for so long.
WritingAimlessly: I suggested coffee...because, well, you're going to need the energy.
I hit return then flinched, flooded with the insecurity I'd been able to hold back. What if she thought I was being too forward? What if she thought I was a jerk? What if...my spinning neuroses were interrupted by a flashing box indicating she'd sent another message. Reflexively, I clicked it.
SunshineRose: For what, dear Sir, might I be needing that energy?
Thank God she didn't block me right there. Emboldened, I dove in.
WritingAimlessly: Don't go calling me Sir just yet, Sunshine.
If this worked, I had her. If it didn't, I'd be jacking off in the bathroom so Terrasa wouldn't hassle me about it, then climbing into bed quietly so as not to wake the princess who needed her ten hours of shuteye every night, trying but failing to recover at least some fragment of blanket, then giving up and eventually falling asleep out of a mix of exhaustion and disgust, both at myself and my marriage. Again. I really wanted this to work. The box blinked again.
SunshineRose: I'm sorry for calling you Sir. I will respect your wishes - how shall I address you?
I had her.
Writing Aimlessly: Call me Ted, for right now. I don't mean to be so formal, but certain names are reserved for certain situations. You understand.
SunshineRose: I understand perfectly. Do you still want to meet me?
WritingAimlessly: Yes, and all I expect is espresso and conversation. I can use the caffeine for inspiration later, and you can use it for...whatever it is that you do when you're not making me look forward to next week.
SunshineRose: Is that your way of asking what I do?
WritingAimlessly: No, this is - "So, SunshineRose, when you're not charming me, how do you pay your bills?"
SunshineRose: "Well, Ted, it's not exciting. I take phone reservations for state parks. It's never boring, anyway, and when the lines aren't busy, I have time to write."
WritingAimlessly: Really? I do some writing, too.
SunshineRose: Some writing? There's a Pulitzer on your trophy shelf, Ted. Don't be modest - I've been reading you work since college, when I found some of your early textbook work in my English 101 text.
I hadn't thought about that textbook stuff in a long time. It was mostly trivial stuff - examples of paragraph modes, essays on topics that were supposed to show the publisher had a finger on the pulse of American youth, and a few other tidbits.
WritingAimlessly: You know my work, huh?
SunshineRose: I wrote my last paper on grassroots political movements. Your essay on the Dean effort in Iowa was...well, I wouldn't have been able to get anywhere on the paper without your explanation of their viral message machine.
Wow. This girl knew her stuff.
WritingAimlessly: Okay, I'm suitably impressed. You're still in college?
SunshineRose: Grad school, going for a doctorate in poli sci.
WritingAimlessly: And you spend your free time talking to guys who see your tits and not your brain, your ass and not your ideas.
SunshineRose: Yes. How'd you know?
WritingAimlessly: I was one of those guys ten years ago.
SunshineRose: What changed?
WritingAimlessly: Some of us get better with age, like fine wine.
SunshineRose: Can you taste the difference?
WritingAimlessly: I'd think you'd know the sentence should be written, "May I taste the difference?"
SunshineRose: Maybe, but one step at a time, Ted. How's Thursday at four for coffee at the Crimson Lizard?
I knew the place well - it had wireless internet, excellent espresso, and baristas who were there because they liked to make coffee, not because Starbucks pays more than McDonalds. I'd had meetings with my editor there, and there were enough nooks and crannies that Sunshine and I could get some privacy.
WritingAimlessly: That's good for me. How will I know you?
SunshineRose: Look for red hair.
WritingAimlessly: Lots of people have red hair.
SunshineRose: Trust me. How will I know you?
WritingAimlessly: I'll be the tallish guy with brown hair scanning the room for a redhead with your measurements.
SunshineRose: You won't find any until I walk in.
WritingAimlessly: I don't want to find just any redhead. You, on the other hand, will work perfectly.
SunshineRose: I can't wait to see about that...unfortunately, I need to get going. Thursdays mean eight a.m. Comparative World Lit and I need sleep, a shower, and some time to get all girly before class.
WritingAimlessly: Well, I won't stand between a girl and her education. Hope you sleep well, Sunshine.
SunshineRose: I will - and maybe Thursday you could help with that education...there's a lot you can't learn from books.
With that, she logged off, leaving me with my mouth open and my heart beating out of my chest. At that moment, I didn't care about anyone or anything else - not my writing, my wife, our house, or the next project - all I wanted was a squirming Sunshine over my knee, skirt flipped up and panties pulled down, wiggling with each spanking until her flesh turned crimson and the wiggling was replaced by the whimpering of a slave girl who has resigned to her fate, to be used until her master wishes otherwise.
Delirious thoughts zooming through my brain, I slid down my pants, tucked the elastic of my boxers underneath my balls, and stroked myself, eyes closed, fantasizing about the mysterious new woman in my life, how I'd teach her, train her, use her for everything I could never have in this cold sterile excuse for a marriage. At this realization, I came, shooting thick strands of cum all over my monitor and keyboard for what seemed like hours but could only have been a minute or two. Dazed, I slid back in my chair and tried to collect myself. The last thing I expected to see was Terrasa at the door, but she appeared suddenly and stopped dead in her tracks, shocked at the scene that presented itself: her husband lolling back in his chair, pants down, boxer elastic pushing gently up on his balls, still-hard cock still in his right hand, drips of semen running down the monitor, the keyboard, and the cock.
"WHAT...THE...FUCK...ARE YOU DOING?" Terrasa shrieked. "PLEASE GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY YOU'RE DOWN HERE JERKING OFF INSTEAD OF IN BED WITH YOUR WIFE!"
I considered my answer, taking in the panorama of cum-drenched computer equipment and my furious wife. She didn't look half bad when she was angry, actually, and in a tank top and pajama pants with her hair down, she was enticing enough despite her rage that I remembered briefly why I'd been able to delude myself into marrying her.
"Because, honey," I said, choosing my words carefully. "You only use me for sex when you're horny, which means that I need something else every so often. Usually, I make sure you don't see it, but this time, it appears the jig is up. Congratulations, Terrasa, you've caught me masturbating, and even though you're having trouble dealing with the fact, I assure you that it's actually helping our relationship - if I'd known the only sex we'd be having would be on your terms, I'd have thrown this," I said, holding up my hand and pointing to my ring, "as far away as possible as soon as possible. Masturbating also, thankfully, helps me relieve the stress of living with someone whose only reasons for staying in this marriage are my checkbook, my house, and the car I paid for. In short, Terrasa, if I don't jerk off, you lose your free ride. Can you at least give me that?"
Stunned, Terrasa stormed off. I smiled. It was nice to finally speak my mind. Wondering briefly if I would've ever had the courage to do so without SunshineRose's email and instant messages, I shut down my computer and took a shower, needing clear eyes and clean hair for a field trip that day.
Research for my writing often took me on seemingly random excursions, and I was very good at inventing ones when I needed to escape my demon wife. Today, I had interviews and appointments to audit a few classes at a local community college. Ever since Tom Wolfe hit it big with his latest, I knew there was a market for fiction set in college written by someone who knew what he was talking about - Wolfe got the drug use right, and the basketball, but anyone who knows anything about college students (someone I was becoming, through my work on this new book) knew that Britney Spears is, at best, amusing because she's universally hated, that being one of the myriad errors Wolfe made in trying to get his mind around the college zeitgeist.
My synapses started popping and I remembered Sunshine Rose's course of study. As a grad student, she'd surely know her way around campus and have plenty of people for me to talk with. Plus, it'd be an informal way for us to spend more time together. I made a mental note to ask her on Thursday. Whistling, I turned on the hot water and applied myself to showering.
The next few days went well when Terrasa wasn't home - I researched, hung out in college chat rooms and message boards, drafted a few ideas, and talked more with Sunshine Rose. The more I heard about her, the more I liked her - this was a college girl who could hold her own when it came to literature, politics, and arguing the previous two. Sunshine also sent me a few more pictures, and I loved what I saw. My favorite shot had her sprawled out on the ugliest red-orange couch I'd ever seen. In a black sleeveless top with a nice bit of cleavage and olive drab pants, she was beautiful, her curly dirty-blonde hair cascading over the couch's armrest. Sunshine was barefoot in the picture, and I saw that this girl left no detail unattended to - a silver chain circled her ankle, accenting the curve of her calves down to the graceful lines of her foot. I found myself looking at the pictures almost as much as I worked, and Thursday couldn't come fast enough. I talked to Sunshine both of those nights, and our words quickly grew heated.
On Wednesday night, I'd just finished up a rather steamy chat with Sunshine Rose - she told me about her previous experiences with being controlled (most not very positive, but what was good was good enough that she kept with it) and we had a long discussion about various fantasies and what exactly constituted a line that shouldn't be crossed. (One line that we were now okay with crossing was sex - our conversations were increasingly naughty and it was clear that she wanted me as much as I wanted her). We ruled out the obvious and reached a standstill when we came to drug use.
SunshineRose: If I was ordered to dose by a man who I trusted enough to let control me, I would do so without hesitation. His ownership of my body also implies stewardship - and that means not giving me anything that he could reasonably expect to cause permanent damage.
WritingAimlessly: Okay, so where's the line, then? Do you draw it at pot? Acid? Ecstasy? Research chemicals? Heroin?
SunshineRose: If I gave someone to myself to the point where they owned me, my body and mind would be theirs to use as they pleased.
WritingAimlessly: Well, I do need an assistant...seriously, though.
SunshineRose: That would be covered. Besides, what sub girl hasn't seen Secretary?
WritingAimlessly: The number's the same as the answer to "How many doms don't own the DVD?"
SunshineRose: Do you own it?
WritingAimlessly: No. Not yet, anyway.
SunshineRose: Why not?
WritingAimlessly: I haven't found a way to make my publisher pay for it. They give me a card for research expenses, travel, and stuff like that, but I don't have anything in the pipe that would necessitate buying the movie. I'd normally buy it on my own, but money's a little tight these days.
Uh oh. I'd made a mistake, and I saw the results right away.
SunshineRose: Money's tight? But...you're famous. All my friends have read you, and your last book is still on the Times bestseller list.
WritingAimlessly: I'm going to regret this.
SunshineRose: What? Talking with me?
WritingAimlessly: No - telling you what I'm about to.
SunshineRose: I'm a big girl, Ted. Try me.
WritingAimlessly: I'm married, Sunshine.
SunshineRose: Oh.
I'd blown it - I knew immediately. Why did I have to be so stupid? Things were going perfectly, our meeting was tomorrow and now there was no way she'd ever want to see me. I was ready to get up and grovel at my wife's feet when I saw Sunshine had responded.
SunshineRose: Ted, I don't care if you're married - just as long as you're honest with me and yourself about what I am or might be to you. I don't care if you lie to your wife, and I don't blame you for wanting to be happy. Just...don't lead me on, okay? I want to know where I stand with you, even if it hurts. The last three days have been some of the happiest I've had in a while - my friends think I'm either pregnant or stoned because I've been glowing and grinning nonstop, and I've written more in the past 72 hours than in the last 72 days. I know how you make me feel, and I know I like it. I want to meet you tomorrow to see if there's more to this than permagrins and losing my writer's block. If there is, great. If not, if you're worried about your wife or kids or the neighborhood, or if you just can't bring yourself to keep talking to me, all I want is to know. You wouldn't owe me an explanation, or more calls, or more coffee, or whatever...I'd understand.
I took my time with my reply, making sure my meaning was clear.
WritingAimlessly: Sunshine, you've brought just that into my life - a ray of light that is spreading, filling the darkness in this downstairs office, helping me wake up from the nightmare that's been this marriage. You're hope; you're proof that things can be better than they are. I don't' know what that means, and I don't know what exactly you are to me just yet - but I know I can't wait to find out.
I sent the message and noticed Sunshine started typing immediately after receiving it. She'd been typing for two minutes before her reply arrived.
SunshineRose: Thank g-d you're rational too. I'm happy to be the shining light in the dark tunnel that's become your life. Now you know I can warm your heart. Perhaps, if I'm good, you could let me warm your bed. It would be an honor to be the woman who makes you happy.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed, truly happy for the first time since the honeymoon ended. I had hope and it was intoxicating.
WritingAimlessly: You can start by warming my seat at the Crimson Lizard - be there tomorrow at four sharp. If my chair isn't toasty by the time I arrive...
I purposely left the sentence incomplete - Sunshine's imagination would do the rest.
SunshineRose: You won't need to worry yourself thinking about what you'd do if that happened. It won't.
The more I learned about this girl, the more I liked her. I decided to push a little more.
WritingAimlessly: I like that, Sunshine. Am I right in assuming you're good at taking orders?
Sunshine's next response must have been typed quickly, because it flashed onto my screen seconds after I posed my question.
SunshineRose: I live to serve, Ted. Fulfilling orders makes me the happiest little slave girl on Earth.
WritingAimlessly: In that case, I have another one for you.
I went on to describe, in great detail, the outfit I wanted her in the next day. I'd thought it up the previous night in bed with Terrasa. My wife had fallen asleep, but I stayed up with my lamp on working on what I told her were character sketches.
Actually, they were nothing more than outfits I wanted to see on Sunshine. The one I chose was simple enough - crisp white dress shirt and knee-length black skirt, and strappy black sandals. Next to the sandals, I'd scrawled "must be uncomfortable!" The idea of Sunshine wearing shoes that made walking a labor simply because I wanted her to excited me, and I had to sneak into the bathroom and pretend to brush my teeth while visions of Sunshine dressed to please danced in my head. I was brought out of my digression by her reply.
SunshineRose: I've got all that, and I'm all squirmy inside at the thought of wearing it for you.
I was feeling pretty squirmy myself.
WritingAimlessly: That's not all, Sunshine.
SunshineRose: Not done with me yet?
WritingAimlessly: Hopefully, not for a long time. Your clothes are only a part of what I'm deciding on for you when we meet tomorrow.
SunshineRose: Ooh...If I'm worthy of hearing, I'd love to know what else you've decided for me.
WritingAimlessly: Your hair should be down, brushed, but not styled. No makeup, but I want dark blue polish everywhere you'd normally put it.
SunshineRose: Would dark metallic blue polish be okay? It's a great shade, but I'll be glad to pick up any specific color you'd like.
WritingAimlessly: Dark metallic blue is fine. I know you're not independently wealthy.
SunshineRose: I'm not, but if my having different polish would make your happier, I'll run out and buy it now.
WritingAimlessly: Use the blue you have. That's not all, though.
SunshineRose: What can I do to please you?
WritingAimlessly: You'll learn, but for now, let's stick to wardrobe. I want only the material of your skirt between me and your pussy, and the thin cotton of your shirt will be the only thing between me and your breasts.
SunshineRose: I...I've never gone without panties before.
WritingAimlessly: I expect that you'll learn from the experience.
SunshineRose: I hope to learn from you, Ted.
I was just about to tell her I needed sleep when one last rush of boldness swept through me. Empowered, I typed and sent my next message before I could lose the nerve - even though my words seemed confident, the man typing them was anything but - trying out a new version of himself, not entirely sure how real it was.
WritingAimlessly: One last thing, Sunshine, and then I need to go to bed, where I'll look over at my wife and be thankful again for you. Underneath your skirt, you won't be wearing panties. You know that already. What you don't know is that your pussy, like it or not, will be perfectly shorn before you start warming my chair at the Lizard.
I was coming down from my adrenaline rush, realizing what I'd typed, when my familiar insecurities started popping back up. Before I could start asking myself rhetorical questions, though, I got Sunshine's answer.
SunshineRose: Yes, Ted, it will be, just like it is now.
I laughed, shaking off the last of my fears. Feeling good again, I thanked Sunshine for her obedience and logged off, scratching a few more notes before going upstairs to lie in a bed that felt less and less like my own.
Thursday dawned and I woke before my alarm clock rang, bouncing out of bed with vigor that surprised a still-snoozing Terrasa.
She blinked groggily. "What are you doing up?"
"Meeting with my editor, dear," I lied, closing the bathroom door to avoid any more questions. A hot shower took me from half-awake and energetic to fully conscious, and a good cup of Kona coffee set me solidly on "conscious, alert, and ready to commit adultery."
I spent most of the time between my first cup of coffee and four o'clock that day thinking about adultery. Technically and legally, what I wanted was wrong, but did technicians and lawyers have any way of understanding the fog I'd been in since the end of my honeymoon right up to meeting Sunshine? Terrasa, in being a freeloading bitch, certainly wasn't living up to her vows. The worst that could happen, I told myself, was that by the end of today we'd both be guilty of that.
By the time I'd rationalized my trepidation away, I'd found a parking space next to the Crimson Lizard. I checked my watch - quarter after three. Flipping open my laptop, I typed away, ideas flowing like they used to before I got married. My work was only interrupted by pretty girls coming and going from the coffeeshop. I kept an eye out for redheads dressed as I'd decreed, but had a great shock when I saw my wife Terrasa, with her brown hair dye washed out, wearing the same outfit I'd picked for Sunshine, pulling open the door, a determined look glued onto her pale face.
I realized what was happening. She must have snuck downstairs, read my instant messages and emails, and figured everything out. The only part I didn't get was why she hadn't called a private investigator to catch me cheating, instead choosing to dress up like my fantasy girl. Clearing my throat, I checked my watch (half past three) and strode into the coffee shop, stopping right behind Terrasa, who was sitting cross-legged in the location I'd described.
I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Terrasa...honey...what are you doing here?"
She seemed surprised to see me. "I...uh...I...um...God, baby, I'm so sorry. I admit it - you caught me. I read your email, know why you're here, and I wanted to show you there's no reason to go outside our marriage. It's not just you, Ted. I haven't felt alive since..." Terrasa locked eyes with the floor and I finished her sentence.
"Since our honeymoon ended, right?"
Terrasa looked up, her deep blue eyes dewy with tears. "Right."
"Why didn't you talk to me about it?" I wondered aloud, feeling a mild pang of guilt for having faced the same circumstances and coming to the same conclusion.
Terrasa wiped her eyes, sniffling. "You're always in your basement. You touch your keyboard more than you touch me."
"Yes, but my keyboard makes me money. You spend my money and show me no respect, no love, nothing. You share my bed, but we haven't cuddled in months, probably because the second you're done with me if you need to cum that night, you roll over and take all the covers with you."
"I...I had no idea things were this bad."
"They're worse than that, but this is the short version. Look, Terrasa. I don't hate you - not at all, but if we're going to get better at this, I need you to take the lead."
Terrasa blinked, eyes still moist from her tears. "What can I do?"
"As a start, you can start treating me like you love me. You do love me, right?"
Terrasa buried her head in her hands. "Of COURSE I love you! I wouldn't be wearing your ring if I didn't."
"Then you need to do something for me. Two things, actually."
"Anything. Just tell me."
"First, I need you to leave, right now, and go home. We'll talk tonight. Second, I need you to show me the love and respect a husband deserves, and part of that is never again reading anything I have stored on my computer. If you want to try to make this better, I need your word that you'll do this for me."
Daubing at her eyes, Terrasa sighed. "I'll do it." She pulled herself out of the recliner. "I'll do whatever it takes to save our marriage, Ted. I know things have gone badly, but I..."
I cut her off with a wave of my hand. "I said leave NOW, Terrasa. Reconsidering your dedication to saving your marriage already?"
Terrasa met my eyes briefly, started to speak, and thought better of it. Instead, she nodded once, curtly, turned, and left. I checked my watch - quarter till four. As Terrasa's car squealed out of the parking lot, I cracked my knuckles and sat far enough away from the seat I'd said needed warming that I could watch its occupant with ease. A day-old New York Times provided ample cover for my makeshift surveillance.
I'd just checked my watch when she strode in, back straight, head held high, shoulders back, black sandals clicking furiously on the tile floor. I let my gaze wander from the shoe's straps, up her calves, to the hem of the black skirt, to the tails of her dress shirt, to that beautiful head of copper-red hair and her face, unweighted by makeup. She was the spitting image of Terrasa when being with her made me happy.
As I watched Sunshine order her latte, I realized my insight wasn't entirely accurate. Even when the sex was great and the relationship mattered, I wasn't happy. Terrasa, for all her good points, was still a controlling bitch and I was sick of being controlled. Her showing up at the shop in the outfit I wanted Sunshine to wear (and which Sunshine looked better in) didn't make up for everything she'd put me through, and it couldn't. However, my mind was racing, tossing out ways I could even the scales a little bit. Sunshine seemed like the perfect way to do that.
From behind my newspaper, I could see Sunshine fold herself into lotus position onto the recliner. The time was ten minutes until four. I read op-eds and watched her watch the customers until the town's bell tolled four times. I stood up and walked over to Sunshine's seat. Busy scanning the room, she didn't see me until I was only a few feet away. Upon recognizing me, her mouth stretched into a huge smile and her eyes lit up. Her knee trembled, too, just a little. I smiled back at her.
"Hello, Sunshine."
Grinning as big as any human could, she replied, "Hello, Ted. It's nice to finally see what all the fuss is about." With the last, she gave me a quick once-over, and I felt my cock responding to the attention. This, I reminded myself, is what it's like to be wanted.
Sunshine stood and gestured to the chair. "I hope I've kept it warm enough for you, Ted."
I smiled and sat down, nearly jumping up a second later. The recliner was very warm indeed, warmer than you'd expect a college girl to manage. "How'd you get this so warm?"
The edges of Sunshine's mouth poked upward, and she handed me a plastic bag sitting next to the chair. I poked through it, and wasn't too surprised to find chemical hot packs.
"Is this how you always keep chairs warm, girl?" Sunshine blushed, her pale cheeks filling with a deep red flush. "I didn't know how warm you like your chairs, and I couldn't chance disappointing you. So, I brought reinforcements," she said, indicating the bag. "I hope I haven't underwhelmed you, Ted. I just wanted..."
I cleared my throat, stopping Sunshine in midsentence. She closed her mouth and looked patiently up at me, waiting to hear what I had to say.
"You did well, Sunshine. You passed your first test."
"What was my test, Ted, if I may ask?"
"Wanting to please me. It's clear you do, so you pass."
Sunshine's grin grew impossibly larger, and she shifted her stance. I locked eyes with her and spoke. "Sunshine, are you uncomfortable?"
She shifted again. "No, Ted, I'm not."
"Then why all the shifting around?"
Sunshine looked around, then lowered her voice and sheepishly told me. "My pussy is dripping down my leg, Ted. Since I'm not wearing any panties, just like you ordered, if I get excited, it runs down and my inner thighs are ticklish."
Now I was the one grinning. "What's making you so excited, Sunshine?"
She squirmed again and tried to hide it. "Obeying you."
"You like obeying, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question, but I wasn't surprised to hear a quick "Yes" leave Sunshine's lips as she tried not to fidget.
"Would you like more orders, Sunshine?"
Despite herself, Sunshine trembled. "Please, Ted."
I stood up, no longer caring about my now-obvious hard-on. Anyone around could see why, and if they didn't understand, they'd have to be blind. Taking Sunshine's hand, I whispered in her ear, "Come with me, then." Her knees nearly buckled, but she managed to walk out of the coffeehouse, her hand cupped in mine. I led her to my car, held the door open for her, then got in myself.
Sunshine raised her eyes slowly to meet mine. "May I ask what you'll be ordering me to do, Ted?"
I pulled out of the parking lot and turned left, my destination already in mind. "No, Sunshine." She ducked her head, training her eyes on the floormats. Sunshine didn't look up or say another word in the half hour it took us to get to the hotel I'd chosen. Even after I'd walked her to the room, held the door, and gestured that she should sit on the bed, her eyes remained glued to the floor.
I locked the door behind me and stood in front of Sunshine, towering over her sitting form. Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of Sunshine's hair and pulled her up from the bed, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Open your mouth, little whore," I growled, pushing Sunshine to the ground. She opened wide, and my second order came immediately. "Take off my pants and use your mouth."
As if in a trance, Sunshine unbuckled my belt, undid my buttons, unzipped my fly, and slid my pants down. Now my boxers were all that remained between her and my cock, and she had those down shortly. She hesitated, eyes growing wide at my cock.
"Ted...I...I can't fit all that in my mouth!"
"You don't have to, slut. That's what your throat's for. Now start sucking!"
Sunshine's mouth was filled with my cock before I finished my sentence. Taking the tip between her lips, she lavished attention with her tongue on places that hadn't been licked since Terrasa and I were happy. Grunting, I grabbed the back of her head and thrust, gagging Sunshine as my cock slid down her throat. I pulled out just far enough to let her stop gagging, and then thrust again, forcing my new toy to relax her throat. After gagging a few more times, Sunshine figured it out and stroked my balls while I fucked her throat. It felt fantastic, but this girl had more to prove before I'd let her taste my cum.
A handful of her gorgeous red hair in one hand, I pulled my cock out of Sunshine's throat and let it slap wetly across her cheek. "You like that, whore?"
"Yes, Ted" Sunshine moaned, her words cut short by my shoving her face to my scrotum.
"Lick my balls, girl." was the order, and Sunshine's tongue immediately went to work, tracing and teasing my hairy, sweaty balls.
"That's it, Sunshine, make my balls nice and clean with your slutty little mouth," I encouraged, at which Sunshine whimpered and took my whole scrotum in her mouth, sucking and licking gently. This girl had talent, and I was going to enjoy using her.
I slapped Sunshine again across the face with my saliva-drenched cock. She looked up, my balls in her mouth, silently begging to be told how to please me.
"Take my balls out of your mouth, slut." Sunny whimpered again, but relinquished her hold on my scrotum. "Now stand up, and lift your skirt." She did, revealing a completely bare pussy, outer lips soaked with the juices of her excitement. "Does the little slave girl want to get fucked?"
Sunshine trembled violently, and I had to steady her for fear she'd faint. Stammering, she tried to answer. "I...I...please....please...."
"Please what, you dirty little cunt?"
"Please fuck me!"
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was on her stomach, bent over the edge of the bed. I put her arms out to her side, then took hold of her wrists, pushing them down into the bed. Her skirt was already pulled up - all that was left was for me to spread her legs, which I did roughly with my food.
Poised momentarily with my cockhead just inside the lips of her dripping pussy, I teased her. "Still sure you want to get fucked, slave? You can still leave this one with a little bit of free will. Sunny gritted her teeth and managed to answer.
"Master, I have no need for free will. Use me as you see fit."
With that, I eased my throbbing shaft into my new slave. I could feel her pussy stretching, accommodating my thick cock, and I heard Sunshine whimpering loudly as I forced her cunt wide open, wider than it'd ever been before.
"What's the matter, slut? Never been with a real man before?" Sunshine tried to answer, but every time she started to form a word, another wave of ecstasy rendered her speechless. I was still penetrating her, about halfway in now. Sunshine was pinned to the bed; her legs forced apart, her cunt slowly being ripped open by my long, steel-hard cock. By this time, she couldn't form words, so overcome by the sweet agony that she could only produce a sound that was on the cusp of orgasm and desperate longing. I was making some pretty wild noises myself - Sunshine's pussy felt like a steel hand in a velvet glove jerking me off, and by the time I finally forced myself all the way in, I knew that I couldn't last much longer, so I leaned down and whispered in Sunshine's ear.
"Feel that, little slut?" She nodded, biting her lip. "That's my big...hard...thick cock deep inside your tight, dripping cunt." I felt Sunshine spasm around me and I knew she was cumming, so I kept talking.
"You've never felt anything so thick and long inside your tiny pussy, have you slut? I bet this is the first time you've ever been with a real man," I taunted, thrusting as deep as I could with my last three words. Sunshine lost any hope of remaining in control of her own body, giving in to a screaming, shaking orgasm that lasted longer and felt better than any that I'd experienced from my wife.
I held my position, buried to the hilt, and as Sunny started to catch her breath, I started pulling out, very slowly, just enough to give her a reason to start whimpering again as her pussy collapsed behind my cock. I bit my lip, desperate for release but wanting to humiliate Sunshine in the process. The deliberate pace was agonizing, and on the verge of cumming, I pulled Sunshine's head up by her hair once more.
"Listen close, slut. As soon as my cock's out of your pussy, you will turn and kneel, facing me. Understand?" Sunshine responded with something between a squeal and a shriek, but she also managed a quick nod. The tip of my cock eased out of her cunt, and without a moment's hesitation Sunshine knelt in front of me, awaiting instructions. She got them.
"Hands behind your back," I barked. Sunny complied instantly. "Open your mouth." Her lips parted, and then opened wide. "Don't close your eyes." Sunshine blinked behind her wire-rimmed glasses, hoping the lenses would protect her. I took hold of my cock, gave it one stroke, and began cumming - hot strings of gooey semen shot at Sunshine's face, covering her glasses, dripping down her nose, bits falling onto her gorgeous breasts.
I don't know how long I was cumming - time seemed to stop as my cock pulsed, pumping more milky fluid onto my obedient slut's face and chest. After what seemed like hours, the last drop of semen spurted from my cock. "Clean me off, slave," I ordered, and Sunshine immediately started licking all the cum that had stayed on me, paying special attention to my balls. After she'd cleaned them, she took my cock back in her mouth and sucked out the last few salty droplets. Looking down, I saw a kneeling slave girl, covered in my cum, with my cock in my mouth because I hadn't pulled it out yet.
I let Sunshine suck me for a few more minutes before getting her a towel. She cleaned up quickly, asking, "May I keep the towel, Master?"
"Why do you want the towel, little slave girl?"
"I want to be able to taste your cum again, Master."
"If you want to taste my cum, slut, there's exactly one way to do that - suck it out of me."
Sunshine ducked her head. "Yes, Master."
I sent Sunshine to the bathroom to shower and give myself some time to think. Yes, I'd just shot my load all over a willing, slutty, submissive college girl. I was still married, though, and I knew this wasn't right. I needed to go home to my wife, to make things right. I was gone before Sunshine got out of the shower.
In the car on the way home, I wrestled with my options for Terrasa. I didn't want a divorce or a separation - I wanted to go back to when we were happy. It had been so long that I'd almost forgotten what happiness was like. I made a list of the things we did when we were happy but had discarded: cuddling, kissing on the couch, randomly groping each other around the house, outdoor sex, showers together, and backrubs. I wondered if Sunshine could give backrubs, then was angry at myself. What I'd just done was adultery. It was illegal, and it was a mistake.
As I pulled into the driveway, I was smiling again. We didn't really have that much to work on, after all, and if we both put in the necessary effort, soon we'd be happy in the house and in our marriage. Idly, I wondered why it took me fucking a college submissive to figure out that the problems weren't as bad as I'd made them out to be.
I opened my front door. "Terrasa, I'm home!" No answer. Huh. She wasn't anywhere downstairs, and there was no note in the spot on the kitchen table where we'd leave notes if one of us was stepping out unexpectedly. She wasn't in our bedroom, and she wasn't in the yard. Somewhat worried, I called her cell and she picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Terrasa, where are you?"
"Oh, hi honey. I'm downstairs in your office."
"What are you doing there?"
"Why don't you come find out?" I could hear voices in the background, and they weren't female.
I didn't like this at all - grabbing a kitchen knife, I ran down the steps and burst into my office. What I saw there nearly stopped my heart.
My wife Terrasa was being triple-teamed by three large, muscular black men with cocks at least twice the size of mine. One was lying on the ground, with Terrasa on top of him, his gigantic cock stretching her pussy obscenely. The second was behind her, and it looked like he was buried deep in my wife's ass. Terrasa had never wanted try anal with me, but she certainly didn't seem to be minding it now - her moans and screams were muffled by the third man, who held my wife by the ears, slowly pulling forward to force his gigantic cock down her throat. Terrasa gagged, but recovered, and soon the man's hairy balls were slapping against her chin while the other two stuffed her pussy and ass.
I was stunned, shocked, unable to move. This was betrayal of the highest order. I couldn't believe she'd even consider doing this to me. Then I realized that, up to the point I met Sunshine, I'd never considered doing anything like that to her either.
Terrasa saw me, and tapped the man whose cock was stuffed far down her throat. He pulled out, reluctantly, and my wife spoke.
"Well, Ted, now you know how I felt when I found out you were going to cheat on me - and you know a little bit of what it felt like to be thrown out of that coffeehouse so your grad student slut didn't see you with your wife. I couldn't let you have all the fun, so I called up some old friends and explained what you'd done to me and how I was going to get you back. They were more than happy to help me out...they didn't mind turning me inside out, either, and they're nowhere near done. So, Ted, if you really want to save this marriage, get the fuck out of the office until these men are done using me like you used that slutty college girl. Then, if you still want to talk about saving our marriage, we will - now that we're even."
With that, my wife brushed her hair out her eyes and filled her mouth with the standing man's cock. The men filling Terrasa's ass and pussy hadn't even slowed down while she explained, and shortly after she finished, my wife was again being throatfucked by the man in front of her.
I stood in the doorway, watching helplessly as the men drove their massive cocks into my wife. The knife still in my hand, I turned around and walked out, completely numb. Terrasa was right - now, we were even.
