35 - He Knows His Place, Part Four
MFM / Hotwife / Interracial / Voyeurism / Humiliation
“So, what do I get out of this, then?” Jonathan asked, taking another bite of his second donut.
“How about you join us some time? I mean, for the cuckolding thing. Maybe learn a thing or two about yourself along the way. Remember, this isn’t a threesome and never has been about that.
So no touching, and definitely no joining in.
You can touch yourself, but sometimes they don’t like that, and want you to sit and watch in torture. ”
“So watching your wife get fucked instead of me fucking her as payment instead?” Jonathan said, lost in thought.
“Yes. Exactly that. See how you feel about it. Then we’ll take it from there.”
“Okay, I accept. I will admit that I have never been more turned on in my life than when I watched her with the other man. What’s his name? Mark or something?”
“You understand the appeal of it then. There is nothing sexier than watching a woman get ravished by a man bigger, better, and stronger than you. His name is Marcus, but she calls him Marc. Okay then. How does next weekend sound?”
“Sounds like a plan. Meet you at the motel?”
“Sure.”
“By the way…why that bar? And why that motel?” Jonathan asked.
“It’s out of town enough so that none of our family members, friends, or colleagues will recognize us, but close enough for us to not waste hours driving there.
It was her idea. She actually picked a guy up in less than half-an-hour the first night she went there, while I waited in the motel for her,” Ron said.
“She really does have a way with men. What a fuckin’ tease, dude. You’re really lucky.”
Lillian stood in the frame of the hallway, head peeking through, trying not to reveal herself too much as she watched them talk about her.
Oh, how cute they are. She loved listening to men talk about her with pure honesty.
It was great to know how highly people really thought of her.
If this moment was set in the past, about five years ago, she probably would have fucked them both at the same time.
But she was a different woman now, and she wanted different things from her sex life.
She had been weak her entire life. Too compliant.
Too spiritless. All her life, she had been walked over by men, women, bosses, and colleagues.
The second she tried domination on her husband, she realized that was what she was meant to be; a strong, independent woman that takes what she wants when she wants it.
Her mother had tried to instill that into her from childhood, but Lillian had never understood it.
She had just rolled her eyes in annoyance and ignored her.
How she wished she had listened and been more patient with her mother.
Maybe things could have turned out differently.
When Lillian was sixteen years old, her mother had gotten up in the middle of the night and said goodbye to her. Lillian was the only child to have received that farewell. Her mother’s words haunted Lillian’s mind for weeks…months…and years.
“Hey, my Lily. I love you so, so much. I’m sorry I have to do this. Remember—be strong…be a force to be reckoned with. Stand tall, and walk on the eggshells that everyone else tip-toes on.”
She had never seen her mother again. It all clicked on Lillian’s twenty-first birthday; the day a man, her ex-boyfriend, made her feel like she wasn’t worth it.
He made her feel like she was less than him.
She had stepped up, kicked him out of her house, and told him to never come back.
She had locked the door behind her and carried on having the best birthday party of her life.
No man would ever get between her and happiness.
All the years of watching her mother and father finally made sense.
Her mother was a hippie, a free spirit that wanted to soar. Her father just held her down. He belittled her for her ideas and made her feel like she was dumb. They would angrily whisper at night, hoping the kids wouldn’t hear them, but Lillian did.
Every single time, he would tell her that she had too much of a positive outlook on life. That the world was ugly and disgusting and no one could be trusted. He attempted to convince her that she shouldn’t try things before thinking about them clearly.
But she roared and screamed in defiance. Why couldn’t she do it? Why did she have to live by anyone else’s rules?
Lillian resented her mother for leaving her and her siblings, but she understood it. Her father was a good man, and he ended up raising them well. Every time Lillian’s sisters asked what happened to their mother, there would be a different cryptic story:
“Your mother was a lion in the jungle. She needed to be free.”
“She needed to go save the world.”
“She felt trapped and needed to be free. Your mother was a beautiful creature, and she deserved to be out in the wild.”
Lillian rested her back up against the wall in the hallway. She hated thinking about her parents. They were both good people. They all made mistakes. They weren’t right for each other. Ron was right for Lillian. She had known it since day one.
He was calm and compassionate, and he helped her grow.
Their love was not filled with fire like her parents; it was soft and squishy and kind.
Lillian and Ron were very different, but they made it work.
Their love was equal and strong. They grew together…
every year…every second. They became better people because of each other.
The problem with her parents was that, despite them being very different, certain aspects of their personalities were so similar that they clashed and bumped heads constantly.
***
Jonathan made his way home. His hands were shaky, and his heart was racing.
What was wrong with him? His wife was waiting for him at home, and he was considering a world of infidelity.
He couldn’t stop fantasizing about it though.
Since he saw Lillian getting fucked by a bull.
He felt himself getting hard again as he drove home.
If it really is so bad, then why does it feel so god damn good, he thought.
He got home, and all the lights visible from the outside were off. Great, she was still mad at him. He unlocked the door and was welcomed by a dark house. He turned the light on and saw a plate of food sitting on the island countertop, with a note saying:
***
EAT UP AND MEET ME IN THE BEDROOM <3
***
A smile spread across his face, as he picked up the note and read it.
She loved leaving him sticky notes everywhere.
It was a little inside joke of theirs which had started off when he tried to do something nice for a date.
They hadn’t been seeing each other for very long.
He set up a cute little treasure hunt of sticky-note directions for her in their first apartment together.
The notes sent her all over the apartment, instructing her to go wherever for a gift, but she would find yet another sticky note when she arrived at the location.
She followed all the clues. By the time she reached the last destination, her arms were full of sticky notes and little chocolate truffles.
The look on her face when she arrived at the bedroom was one memory he could never shake from his mind.
He had been waiting patiently for her to work through his sticky-note path.
She had stared at him, then dropped everything from her hands and ran up to him with open arms for a hug.
He’d had a romantic smorgasbord of every dessert she cherished spread across every surface of their bedroom.
Strawberries and cream were on his bedside table, and a Mudslide—a chocolate slushy drink made with alcohol—was on her bedside table.
Jon sat in the middle of the bed with a can of whipped cream in each hand.
He hadn’t seen her so happy in years. It was the best night they had ever spent together.
Despite his fondness for that memory, a little sigh escaped him.
Where have I gone wrong?
Jon moved in their bedroom’s direction. Small tea light candles lit up the hallway and sticky notes with big, bold arrows on them pointed toward the bedroom.
His smile spread wider. He approached the door, which was only cracked open enough for him to see dim lighting hidden behind the door.
He slowly pushed it open and looked around.
Little candles rested on any flat surface; the dressers, TV stand, and bedside tables.
Mia lay on her stomach on the center of the king-size bed.
She was reading a book. Her long hair draped over her back and fell down at her sides.
Her hair was naturally pitch black, which accentuated her blue eyes, making them look even brighter.
She wore a red lingerie set; a sexy red, lace bra with matching panties and a high-waisted garter belt that held up a black pair of fishnets. She picked the outfit specifically to his liking. His smile still hadn’t left his face.
“Well, hello there, sexy,” Jonathan said as he walked up to the bed.
Mia rolled onto her back and tossed the book down onto the floor. She looked so gorgeous. Jonathan’s eyes immediately gravitated towards her breasts. They weren’t big, only a handful, but he loved every little thing about them.
He knew she felt self-conscious about it because men inherently were attracted to large breasts. It was a primal thing, probably dating back to cavemen. Large breasts and wide hips meant you would be a good mate. Of course, times had changed.