She awoke startled and seething with anger. The impossibly loud snoring of her husband, whom at the current moment was taking up exactly 3/4 of their queen sized mattress leaving her sandwiched uncomfortably between him and the wall, she was used to. On an average day she wouldn’t even complain about his drool on her pillow and his constant rocking making her sea sick. Both the livingroom and the other bedrooms’ televisions were so loud that it sounded as if she’d walked into a Hooters during a football game. The unrelenting screams of her younger brother as he was ushered out the door to catch the school bus normally were just a tiny interruption between blissful dreams but today the cacophony of chaos had a new addition. At precisely 7:15am on this lovely Tuesday morning, directly outside of her window were construction workers jackhammering the concrete.
Trying to get out of bed was much like wrestling a sleeping bear, so she procrastinated, staring at the stucco ceiling until she could see shapes forming. But her blood boiled and her skin prickled until finally she just had to leave. She threw on a bra and a dress and not much else, texted the family group chat that she’d be back, and let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding as she locked the apartment door.
Bored out of her mind with herself and her life Sinthia sets out to fill the void with treats and trinkets by walking to the beauty supply store and the supermarket. There’s a deep lonely agony she is desperately ignoring by blasting Bo Burnham through her headphones in the baking aisle.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees a ghost from her past and nearly drops a bag of chocolate chips to the floor. She hopes he doesn’t notice, but he has, in fact he’s been following her since she walked in and he’s noticed a few other things too.
He notices that she’s put on some weight, particularly in her breasts and cheeks, he notices that she isn’t wearing any panties in that skintight red dress, he notices the high slits on either side, and lastly he notices her wedding ring.
Joseph was just the 2nd in a string of relationships that ended poorly but admittedly he was the only one she still thought about, cared for and even fantasized about from time to time.
“Hey Sindii!”
Damn him and that smile and that nickname, she was not ready for any of it. She tried not to look so excited. The small talk was predictable. How’s work? How’s the family? You look good! Blah blah blah. He asked her “who’s the lucky guy?” gesturing to the ring. Sinthia tried not to let the anger show on her face as she picked up on the bitterness he was masking with that too cheerful tone. If he thought she was such a catch why’d he ever let her go?
Sinthia’s husband Da’Quan had a lot in common with Joseph, over 5 years older than her, only a couple of inches taller, optimistic and geeky with a gorgeous hot cocoa complexion. Though Joseph was about 150 pounds lighter. Sinthia had always been self conscious about being the bigger person in her relationships before Da’Quan, being nearer to 300lbs than 250lbs herself. She hated that she ran into Joseph at this weight but she began to relax when she realized he couldn’t tear his eyes away and how his hands kept flexing.
He accompanied her as she continued to shop, and asked where hubby was now. She honestly told him that he was sleeping. Seemed like all they ever did was sleep, eat, and watch tv really. She wondered what he’d say if he knew they hadn’t had sex at all that year yet and it was nearing June. He’d probably jump on the opportunity to fix it, right then and there, just bend her right over that shopping cart and…she shook her head at the thought looking away for a second in an attempt to collect herself. There’s a flash in his eyes, the side of him that she once knew bubbling under the surface. He wants to call her out, to ask why she’s blushing, but they just started talking again so he chooses not to.
He helps her to carry her bags home and they exchange numbers. He’s not at all what she’d expected. He’d always tested limits, pushed boundaries before, even if she was taken, she wondered if it was because of the ring. Joseph assumed that this husband of hers knew all the depraved kinky little things she was into and that, since they lived together, he was satisfying all of those urges and quelling her unrelenting need for attention. Sindii had always been the type to magosa escort put all her cards on the table and though he was definitely jealous he’d never break up a happy home.
Quan was waiting on the couch when Sinthia got home. He hugged her and gave her puppy dog eyes apologizing for his snoring running her out of their bed again. She assured him it wasn’t his fault this time. Then she put her bags down on the couch, placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply and passionately which she hadn’t done in about a week at least. She walked into their bedroom not looking back knowing he would follow her. She was already waiting on the bed in just her bra when he came in. He didn’t question why she was suddenly all fired up, he never did. What he did do was get in bed behind her, grab her by the throat and ask if wanted to be a good girl or a bad girl today.
She wished he wouldn’t ask, and that she didn’t have to initiate. She wanted him to grab her, dominate her, own her so completely that if she did decide to be a “bad girl” she’d be punished and put in her place writhing beneath him. He never made her say sorry, never flexed his authority if she showed resistance. He’d just go from Daddy back to loving devoted caring husband even if she didn’t use her safeword. She chose good girl though, because bad girl meant she would call the shots and give the orders and she didn’t want that at all.
She squirmed and squealed as he licked the sensitive spot on her neck
” Does that feel good little slut? Is my good girl getting all wet for Daddy?”
It did, and she was and she loved when he talked like that and the hand on her thigh that was getting closer and closer to her pussy but then it all stopped. His hand stilled, his breathing slowed, his body slumped and soon the snoring was back in full force. She’d love to say that this was a rare occurrence but it wasn’t. And she was getting prepared to finish herself off AGAIN when her phone buzzed.
She maneuvered herself out of the bed, put on her long black silk robe and locked herself in an empty room. All Joseph’s text said was that it was great seeing her again, but in her current state she thought he may be able to help with her dilemma just over the phone if anything. So she turned on the tv to drown out her voice, grabbed some headphones, and called him.
Joseph was surprised to hear that nervous raspy whisper of hers. It had been 5 years but he still knew exactly what that meant and he couldn’t help smirking to himself.
“Sindii…..what are you doing?”
“Nothing! I umm….I just..seeing you made me…think things”
He chuckled at how fast she said nothing. She was a fantastic liar in all areas except this one. She couldn’t hide being turned on if her life depended on it.
“Things you can’t do with your husband?”
“He’s sleeping and I…need help”
Phone sex was something Joseph hadn’t done in a while. Words were cool but he was more of a physical and visual person. Realistically though he knew this was probably the closest he could get to her right now so when she promised to send some nudes he was on board.
One thing Sinthia always loved about Joseph was that he never asked corny questions like “what are you wearing?” All he wanted to know was the safeword, the roles if any, and where are her hands.
“I knew you wouldn’t be touching without permission. You always pretend to be such a good girl. Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about in the supermarket Good Girl.”
Her eyes bulged. Maybe this was a bad idea. She’d been operating at a level 5 since he left and he knew how to bring her to an 11
“I’m waiting”
“Ummm just m-maybe ummm I might’ve thought about you kissing me.”
She could almost hear him smiling at this false admission. There was no way she was telling him about the way she’d imagined him tearing her dress off and fucking her on the conveyor belt at the cash register in front of everyone.
“Oh really? That doesn’t sound like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Sindii I know has a filthy mind and some very sick fantasies. I bet all you could think about was me slamming you up against the wall and telling you how much of a slut you are for wearing nothing under that dress. Weren’t you little sis.”
Sinthia nearly dropped her phone. The pulse of shame and arousal that hit her made malatya escort her shiver. She’d never told her husband just how far her incest kink went. She’d call him Daddy but that was normal.
“What’s wrong Sis?”
He taunted when he heard her whisper “fuck”
“That’s what happened isn’t it? You were thinking about me reaching under your dress and fingering your tight, wet little pussy and making you taste what a naughty girl you are.”
At least that’s what he was thinking about, how dangerous it was for her to come outside alone and dressed like that. All the allies they passed where he could’ve just had his way with her. She’d be mad, she may never talk to him again but she’d be soaked, trying to fight and losing to her own body.
“N-no…I….I wasn’t thinking that!”
“You think about me when you’re with him don’t you? Is it because he’s too gentle?
Did your sweet innocent act work a little too well and now you’re craving to be used like the horny little cumslut you really are?”
She gasped and moaned rubbing her thighs together way too embarrassed after that to ask permission and trying to prove to herself she was still a good girl by resisting.
“Stop iiiiiit, you’re embarrassing me!”
He nearly growled into the phone
“Good, then I bet you’re dripping fucking wet! Did you think I’d forget about your little humiliation kink? Why don’t you come over and let me strip you down and fuck you with your face and your tits pressed up against the window? You’d be screaming for help but they can’t hear you. All they see is a whore getting pounded from behind. You’d like that wouldn’t you you dirty little girl.”
“Oh no, oh no, oh no”
She kept repeating grinding herself into the mattress.
“Send me those pictures now. I wanna stroke my dick while I look at you.”
And she did, but truth be told she couldn’t take it. The words weren’t enough. She wanted to be grabbed and bitten and tortured. She shouldn’t have done this. She’d never cheated on anyone before in her life but damn it he was right, she needed to be used. She told him if he was alone she’d take some new pics for him.
Ten minutes later she was in an Uber outside of his house texting Quan that she’d gone to see her best friend because she was bored and annoyed. Joseph wasn’t expecting her to send a pic of herself at his door and laughed excitedly before he opened it. He pulled her inside and pushed her up against the door as he locked it. She could feel his dick hard and intimidating nestling itself between her ass cheeks. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with her first. Indulge in her kinks or make her painfully aware of her infidelity and paper thin self control? Better to keep her comfortable until he had her restrained.
“You’re home early little sis. Shouldn’t you be in school?”
She didn’t even try to stifle the moan as he nibbled on her earlobe. It had been a decade since she was last in school but he knew how she liked to play the innocent little girl. His 16 year old little sister who he teases relentlessly.
“Joooey!”
She whined as he ground himself against her holding both her wrists above her head with one hand and gripping her waist with the other.
“Did you come to play? Did you miss your big brother? Let’s see how wet you are for me.”
At that Sinthia began to struggle only succeeding in causing more friction. She hated being checked like this, when he’d slide a finger between her folds and find her absolutely drenched. It was mortifying. He knew she was turned on! Why else would she be here? He did this solely to make her uncomfortable and she shifted from foot to foot trying to squirm away.
“Uh uh, you’re not going anywhere. There’s no hiding this needy little pussy from me. Stand still or I’ll make you face me while I do it.”
Her movements stopped immediately her heart in her throat with fear. She remembered when he would force her to look him in the eye as he licked her juices off his fingers, how it would make her knees buckle. His laughter in her ear at her obedience gave her goosebumps.
“Good girl. Ooooh somebody’s happy to see me. Mmmmm and just as tight as I remember.”
The squelching noise that filled the hall as he fingered her up against the door had Sinthia moaning with embarrassment and need.
“Ooooh you are siiiick. Let’s get you to bed so your big brother can malazgirt escort take care of you.”
She refused to look anywhere but the ground as he pulled her towards the bedroom.
Joseph loved seeing her like this. Usually Sindii was talkative and articulate but when she needed to be dicked down she spoke in only stutters and whimpers, clenching her thighs together in a desperate attempt not to let the wetness trickle down her legs.
She was pinned beneath him as they kissed and she didn’t notice him reaching for the handcuffs until he already had them locked around one wrist. Chained to the bed frame and unable to free herself there was nothing she could do as Joseph pushed her dress up around her hips and pulled the neckline down to expose her lacey see through bra. He started licking her nipples, sucking them through the fabric which he knew she hated. He just laughed and ignored her as she bucked against his mouth telling him to stop.
When he’d had his fill he said, rather loudly
“Let’s take a look at that married pussy, slut”
The shame that washed over her caused her to gush so she tried as hard as she could to keep her legs closed but he managed to force them open and tie her ankles to the bedposts to keep them spread.
Joseph stared, smiling perversely at the tiny pink hole he was planning to destroy. He got up really close and inhaled her scent as he stroked himself.
“I’m gonna make you tell me it’s mine. Then I’m gonna make you tell me you love my dick more than him. Then after I make you cum on my dick, over and over, and over again, I’m gonna cum all over your rings and make you lick it off because you’re nothing but my filthy cheating little cumrag and this is what you deserve.”
With each degrading word her pussy opened to take more and more of him. At the end he was balls deep and she was facing away with her eyes screwed shut.
“Thaaats right, it feels good being a whore doesn’t it Sindii? You love that you’re here, pussy clenching around my dick while your clueless husband is sleeping at home thinking he has such a good girl who would never do anything like this to him. He thinks he owns this pussy cuz of that ring but all it took was one phone call and you came running for this dick!”
She felt horrible, he leaned down and licked the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Tell me you’re a cheating whore and you need your big brother’s dick to punish you!”
“I…I… oh god, I’m a..a ch-cheating wh-wh-whore and I need my…my big br-brother’s dick to pu-punish me.”
“Mmmmm yeah cry about it little girl. Cry about how much you love this dick.”
He pinched her nipples, pulling them from her body
“Now stick your tongue out and pant like a dog”
She looked at him in shock but followed his orders.
“You’re just a bitch in heat and you should act like one. Letting me fuck you raw too. Look at yourself. Dirty slut.”
She couldn’t help thinking he was right but still she begged him to stop, to let her go, to not call her those things.
“Or what? You’ll wet the bed?”
He taunted hitting it just right so that her pussy would make that noise again. She fought against the handcuffs, just wanting to cover her face, to feel some kind of shield from the shame. He did pull out though and she tried not to sigh in relief at that small mercy.
This was the first time in years she’d actually seen his dick. It was glistening, thick, curved and she remembered vividly how she used to trace the thickest vein with her tongue and suckle on just the head before struggling to get it down her throat and oh fuck she was staring! He was smirking down at her and she just bit her lip trying to shrink away.
“What’s the matter? Does baby want her bottle? All you have to do is ask.”
He was dangerously close to her lips and though her mouth was watering she groaned out
“Nooooo”
Feet kicking against the bed she seemed to be talking more to herself than him. Why did he have to say it like that?! No way was she actually gonna ask!
“Are you sure? I remember how much you love to taste yourself when I fuck your pretty face. Don’t you want your milk? Or are you afraid that when you go home and kiss your husband he’ll recognize the smell of dick on your breath?”
That made her shudder. So much shame and guilt had her on edge and then suddenly she felt the vibration against her clit.
“OH MY GOD! What?! What the fuck! What the-where’d you even! Oh my god! Stop!”
She shouted desperately writhing. He just laughed.
“Start sucking if you want it to stop.”
It was a struggle for her to move at all, and he was just out of her reach as the handcuffs stopped her short.
