I Am Not Interested In Being A Sub!!

eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.

obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.

I was waiting in the bathroom when Julie came into my master bedroom.

"I'm ready for you, my darling," she called out with her pretentious, Connecticut dialect. 

My husband said he was about ready, and to lie face down on the bed. He had something special for her.

Julie did as she was told. "Your house is so quaint," she said with a tone of snobbery. She was my husband's boss's wife, and she was forcing my husband to fuck her whenever she wanted it. However, today, he had a plan... and me.

Julie thought she was better than everyone else and therefore treated everyone else like shit. She thought with her money she could do anything, but anything, and nothing ill could come to her.

She loved treating my husband as her little toy, something to play with because with her wealth, she could do as she wanted. She didn't earn it. She married into it, and as a bored housewife, she used who she wanted, as she wanted. If she could buy she did. Even people were mere things to her.

Her most recent acquisition was my husband. She saw him while visiting her husband at work, and she swore he'd lose his job if he didn't comply with her wishes. 

My husband ran home that day and told me about it. "I… I can't lose my job. And I love you. If she says something to my boss… and I'm fired."

My husband was a tender man on the inside, despite looking like a pro-athlete on the outside. I loved him more for the insider part, although the outside part was nice to look at too. I mean, I get why someone like Julie would want him.

I… well, I'm not so tender. In fact, I can be quite devious.

"Look, I need you to trust me," I said as I laid out my plan. I was burning with rage that someone could think they could have my husband. I'll show them, but first, I'll have to give him to her.

I let my husband fuck her. Not once, not twice, but several times over the last six weeks. Each time, he had a recorder with him and recorded the audio of the two of them. I heard everything… but not just the sounds of their fucking, and she was a kinky fucker - I guess that's how she got her husband, but also the questions I had trained my husband to ask. The perfect questions whose answers could take her down.

For six very long weeks, I waited for the right time. But I could also understand why. He looked like a hunk, and he was good at taking his time and pleasing his lover… even if his lover was his boss's fucking wife.

"That's it," he said, peeking into the bedroom from the bathroom. He was in there with me, naked, his cock a little harder than I'd like based upon the fact he was supposed to fuck her, and I was here.

"Your wife isn't here?" she asked.

"Do you think I'd invite you here if my wife were going to be home?" He said as he walked into the room. It wasn't a lie… just a question.

"Well, you said you had a surprise, and I don't know how kinky she is… but you're clearly down for anything," she teased.

My husband walked to the other side of her, and she followed him. I watched for a minute to see her engage with him. To watch him put his hands on her back. As she wanted to lunge for his cock, to suck on it, trying to convince him to fuck her with it.

With her distracted, I walked into the room. "Yes, I am here, bitch," I thought to myself. I noticed she was wearing a pearl necklace that cost six months' rent for us, I'm sure. Her hair was done up nicely, and I know that couldn't have been cheap either. Neither could the expensive clothes she tossed on the floor as if they were a pair of discount jeans.

I was as naked as my husband, almost. I was wearing one thing, something she was going to learn about.

I climbed onto the bed, between Julie's legs, which were already spread. She had gotten on all fours so she could get fucked doggy style when I grabbed her hair roughly and turned her toward me.

"So, you think you could just fuck my husband and I'd never find out? Or think he'd leave me for you? Since you like my husband's cock, I've got something for you," I said. The strap-on I was wearing was molded after my husband. I had gotten it for myself when he had to go away for a few weeks early in our marriage, and now I was going to give it to her… figuratively, of course.

I lined my fake cock up with her very real pussy and moved it up and down her slit. "Ready for my husband's cock…" I asked as I pushed in.

"What the fu…" she said as I pushed all the way in, never slowing down until I was balls deep… yes, my fake cock has a pair of fake balls at the base, near where it attached to the straps that held it on to me.

"I've known about you two for some time… Well, he's mine, bitch," I said, fucking her nice and hard. My hand was still wrapped in her hair, pulling it back, not only snapping her head back but also making her come back deep into my cock.

"You can't just do what you want. Not with my husband," I spat at her, continuing to fuck her with wild abandon.

The crazy thing was, she liked it. She really liked it. I had her cumming on my fake cock in no time, even though I was hate-fucking her… or maybe because I was hate-fucking her.

"Oh, yes. Give it to me," she cried as I fucked her harder and harder.

The harder she came, the harder I fucked her. She was a dirty slut, and she enjoyed it. 

"Give it to me the way my husband never can. I'll take you and your husband. Just fuck me," she cried out.

As I felt the strap-on pressing against me, I started to cum myself. I smacked her cheating ass, and then I smacked it again. "Is this what that naughty girl needs?" 

"Yes, oh yes…" she cried out, continuing to cum. "Smack my ass. Spank my naughty ass or I'll keep fucking your husband. I love fucking your husband, so spank me."

She was trying to piss me off; if she only knew this had been my idea the whole time.

I kept fucking her, until she collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold herself up anymore.

"Oh, damn…" she said. "You're even better than your husband. And he's an amazing lover."

"He's not nearly as kinky as me," I said, grabbing a bottle he was holding out.

With the bottle in hand, I lubed up my fake cock, making sure it was well-lubed, and then I leaned forward.

"You'll have to wait. My pussy can't take more right now," she pleaded.

"Oh, this isn't for your pussy," I said as I spread her ass cheeks wide and plunged into her tight little asshole.

"Oh fuck. Oh you fucking fucker," she said, as I fucked her cheating ass.

"Shut up and take it," I ordered her. "You deserve to have your ass fucked. If you don't like it, then put your hand between your legs and fuck your own pussy."

She moved a hand under her and between her legs, and started rubbing her pussy. She was soon moaning again and again. "That's it. Cum with a cock up your ass, you dirty bitch," I said, laughing at this point.

Anal was her one hard no, my husband said, and now she was cumming as I fucked her virgin ass. I let out a cackle as she orgasmed like the slut she is.

"Oh, Julie," I said as I finished with her ass. "Oh, Julie," I repeated.

As I was no longer lying on top of her, she rolled to her side where she could see me standing, naked except for the sex toy.

I think she was shocked by it as much as anything else. I don't think she expected to see me naked, too. Or for her to have enjoyed it as much as she did.

"Can I fuck your husband now?" she asked, knowing I was the one who controlled him.

"What, the last six weeks didn't get you enough?" I asked. I picked up her clothes and handed them to my husband. "Nah, I think he's done fucking you… and so am I. You're not as good as you think you are," I told her in my best condescending tone.

"Your husband won't have a job by the end of the day," she said to me.

"I highly doubt that," I told her coldly.

"Tell him to come back, and we can work things out. Bring back my clothes."

"I don't think so," I said, opening a drawer in the nightstand. I pulled out an envelope. "Your husband thought you should have this," I said, handing her the envelope.

Inside were divorce papers.

"You see, we've got you on recordings threatening my husband… and fucking my husband." I paused for a beat. "Let's just say your husband wasn't too happy with that."

"Fuck you! Do you know what you've done?"

"Do you? Since you work for the same company as my husband, and you're soon to be ex-husband, at least on paper, well… that's harassment. That also nullified your prenup. Next month would have been ten years, and you could have kept half. But now… well, you'll get nothing. And you've also been fired, but don't say I told you. I think HR wants to officially do that."

"You… you can't."

"Oh, I can… and I did. Just like I fucked your cute little virgin ass. I say, you'll take it from just about anybody, and anyway, won't you? You are a dirty slut, and now, well, I'm sure your husband will be even going after those pearls," I said.

She instinctively went to clutch them. "No… no…" The full weight of what I had managed was finally hitting her. She had walked in as queen of the world… and was leaving with nothing, not even the clothes on her back as my husband left to go to work, while carrying them.

"I'd go home and get what you can before your husband changes the locks. Otherwise, you'll be left totally out, and," I paused, taking a step closer to her. "Don't you dare come near my husband again. Or I'll fuck you up in ways you'll never enjoy, no matter how kinky you really are." 

With that, I stepped back and let her leave. She still had the keys to her car. My husband had left them on the front seat of the car for her. She was going to have to drive to her house naked, get buzzed into the gated community where the guards would see her, and then hope she could get into the house without too many people seeing her. But who knows?

I laughed as I watched her pull away. Never mess with a wife's property… or there will be hell to pay.

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