32 - He Knows His Place, Part One
MFM / Hotwife / Femdom
It was all Ron’s fault, he knew that he only had himself to blame.
If he didn’t ask for help, they would likely take all his belongings away…
and eventually his house. He was a hard worker for a good company, but he had been promised a raise and a bonus that never came.
He had spent the money prematurely on the devil’s currency; a credit card.
Now, he regretted it. At the time, he’d been so excited to finally make more money, so he could buy Lilian even nicer things.
Lord knows that she deserved it. She was a hard worker, too.
The economy didn’t really allow for a sole bread-winner anymore.
Things weren’t the same as they use to be. Everyone had to adapt accordingly.
Lillian was still working on forgiving Ron for fucking up royally and for being so reckless.
It didn’t affect their relationship, though.
There was nothing in the world that could break them up.
They were the couple that everyone envied when they went to a neighborhood barbeque.
Everyone wanted to be them. They were attractive, healthy, and seemingly perfect in every way.
Lillian would do anything to protect their image.
Because of what they did in their personal life, they had to be extremely secretive.
Finally, Jon’s muscle car roared into the driveway. Ron let out a sigh of relief. With shaky hands, he unlocked his front door to greet his best friend in the whole world.
Jonathan was wealthy. At least compared to Ron.
If Ron weren’t in crippling debt, he would have been considered wealthy, too.
Jonathan’s car came to a stop, and the engine was turned off.
The engine’s low rumbling was such a pleasing sound to Ron.
He hoped that, some day when he finally grew up and stopped fucking up, he would get himself a muscle car too.
It was every little boy—or rather, man-child’s—dream.
“Heeyy! Buddy! Long time, no see,” Jonathan said excitedly, while he grabbed a six pack of beer from the trunk of his car.
“Hey, bud. Missed you, ah, you brought beer, of course. Let’s get inside,” Ron said.
Ron wasn’t sure if he was sweating because of the weather, or because he was so stressed out, but it made him uncomfortable.
He was indeed a mess, but he didn’t particularly want to look the part, especially not in front of Jon.
Ron grabbed the pack of beer and opened it, then cracked two open and handed one to Jon before they moved to sit down in the living room.
The couches were new, the coffee table, the tv, the decorations.
“Looks very nice in here, by the way. I like the whole black and white, sleek minimalist look you’re going for,” Jon said after taking a sip of his beer.
“Ah, thanks. Lillian helped pick it all out. She’s better at making things look good than me. It was time we changed things up in the house a bit, too, don’t you think? We still had that couch you gave us when we first moved in here. How long was that? Three years?”
“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with that couch. That thing has been through a lot. I can’t even count the number of times I fucked someone on that couch. If you put a black light to it, it would shine bright violet all over,” Jon said.
“Jesus, you didn’t think to let me know that I needed to disinfect the fuck out of it before giving it to me?”
“Well, you should have assumed that. Anything I own is probably somehow, some way, covered in cum,” they started chuckling, which turned into deep, rumbling laughter, “Not to mention, I’m sure your new couch has been through a lot already, I mean, how could you not cum all over the place with a wife like that? ”
Ron chuckled again.
It was true. The first day they bought it, 3 weeks ago, just after setting up the couch, Lily and Ron had some really sloppy, sweaty sex on it. Particularly the one Jon was sitting on.
“Okay, true. True. How’s work, by the way? Don’t see you around much anymore,” Ron asked.
Jon worked in a different division than Ron, but in the same company.
They worked in the events planning industry, which was fast-paced and paid big money.
There was no room for fucking around at any point.
Jonathan was what some would call a business tycoon or a wolf of wall street.
He stepped over people to get to the top.
He’d had to make a lot of hard decisions along the way to get what he had and to be where he was.
That was the difference between him and Ron.
Ron was too soft to use people in order to get to the top.
He was less successful than Jon. He envied Jon for it, but he would never say that out loud or act on those feelings.
They had been friends since they were kids.
Their fathers had known each other years before either of them were born. Their friendship was destined.
“Well, I’ve been fuckin’ busy, but you know how it goes.
Doing a lot of work trips and such. They sent me over to California a little while ago, I think I told you about that, though.
I got the contract from that big car company.
So that’s cool. We’ll be part of that car show which is a major stepping stone.
Their budget is about two mil, so I’ll be very busy to get it perfect. ”
Jealousy burned deep in Ron's stomach.
“Mm-hm. That’s great, man,” Ron took a big swig of his beer, “I’m really happy for you.”
***
Ron and Jonathan were already three beers down.
Ron hadn’t brought up anything to do with borrowing money from Jon.
He was nervous and didn’t want to be judged, but he had no other options.
Taking out a loan to pay his debts back wasn’t possible.
His credit score had been tainted beyond repair.
He had no other friends to ask for help.
He dreaded the possibility of being judged by his best friend; his only friend.
He was terrified of what would happen if he didn’t get the money, though.
It would ruin his life. He couldn’t imagine losing everything he’d bought for Lily, all because of some shitty decisions he’d made.
Lillian made her way downstairs and to the kitchen.
On the way, she passed Ron and Jon. She was wearing a short, summer dress.
She had been doing work upstairs in the study when Jonathan popped by.
Their home was an open floor plan. The kitchen had an island counter in the center and flowed freely into the living room.
The two could easily see her from where they sat.
She reached for the jar of instant coffee, and the jar of sugar. Then clicked the kettle on.
Ron stared at her, as her dress lifted up to just below the line of her ass.
If she reached any higher, her underwear, or bare ass would show.
She had a habit of not wearing underwear with short dresses just to tease him.
He felt his cock instantly harden at the sight.
She must have intentionally done that just for him to see.
What a fuckin’ tease.
Jonathan turned to see what had caught Ron’s attention. His jaw nearly dropped, as his mind screamed, Jesus Christ!
“Hey, boys! Good to see you, Johnny. I’m making some coffee, anyone want some?”
“No, thanks. We’re having a couple beers instead,” Jonathan said.
Lillian liked calling him Johnny because she knew he hated it. He would never outwardly say it, but she could see it irritated him to his core.
“Alright, suit yourself. We have some really fancy coffee.”
Jonathan turned back to face Ron. Lillian was a goddess.
A true sex symbol. He’d always been attracted to her, ever since the first day Ron introduced her to him.
She was friendly, charismatic, and flirty…
all in an unforgettable body. He mentally slapped himself.
He shouldn’t think about her like that. He had an amazing wife waiting for him at home, who was probably cooking him a delicious dinner.
He couldn’t help himself, though. She must have been trying to turn him on.
She must have. There was no other reason she would wear that and not be trying to turn him on.
He couldn’t stop thinking about what was under her dress.
He was hard before he knew it. Thinking fast and trying not to arouse suspicion, he grabbed a throw pillow which was up against the arm of the couch to his right and place it on his lap.
It would be embarrassing for anyone to see his little situation.
His eyes wandered to Ron’s crotch to find that he, too, was forming an erection. Lillian must have had some kind of extraordinary power to make every man in the room hard as soon as she walked in. She oozed eroticism. Like a sexy witch.
“Woah, lost you there for a bit, buddy. You all good over there?” Ron asked, knowing full well that Jonathan was thinking about his wife.
“Oh, no. No. I-I’m fine. Anyway. What were we talking about?” Jonathan asked.
Lillian took her time making her coffee, so she could listen to their conversation as much as possible. One teaspoon of coffee. A 10-second pause. One teaspoon of sugar. A 10-second pause.
She wasn’t hearing any of the information she wanted, though.
They were just talking about work. She now knew that they wouldn’t speak about what she wanted to hear until she was gone, so she made her way back upstairs.
She gave Ron one last look before leaving.
She knew he was hard. She could see it by uncomfortable his face looked.
There were three rooms upstairs. A bedroom, a bathroom, and an additional bedroom that they had turned into a combination guestroom and study. That’s where she worked during the day while Ron was at his job.