Chapter 1

It had been a nice quiet walk on the beach, Ania told herself as she opened the side door of her friend’s house where she and her husband, Ryan, had been staying for the past couple of weeks as guests. She then walked past the small open room that Ryan was currently using as a temporary home office, being careful not to disturb him too much, and was rewarded with a sideways glance and a nod from him, letting her know he was aware she’d returned. He’d be sitting at his laptop for several more hours likely, she figured, sometimes on conference calls, earning his paycheck which he’d diligently been doing for the four years they’d been married. Time to hunt down Maybelline, their host, she decided, and see what her plans were for the day.

This house and the guest house behind it were owned by Maybelline and her husband, Larry, and there was a long screened-in breezeway that connected the two, which was where Ania was headed now. Since Maybelline was a cousin on her husband’s side of the family, they’d come to know each other in years past and had more than once accepted Maybelline’s open invitation to come and stay here, which was conveniently located only a block or two away from the beach. Coming to stand at the screen door in the back, Ania paused before opening it, hearing now some conversation going on further down the breezeway, which was partitioned into two sections. In the furthest section was situated a pool table, which was where she could just make out someone standing through the dark intervening screens.

Careful so as not to disturb Maybelline’s conversation, Ania eased open the back door of the house and stepped out into what was now a screened in porch, and then walked softly to the next screen door, seeing now that someone, who appeared to be wearing a black ski mask, was making use of the pool table at the moment. This person she assumed was Larry as she had no reason to believe there were any other visitors at the moment. She stopped walking immediately when she realized something odd was going on, as the masked guy was bent way over the table and clearly wasn’t playing pool.

“Ohhh,” Ania whispered to herself with an embarrassed grimace as she prepared to quietly leave as obviously the two were being intimate.

“I need obedience—a lot of it today, understand?” Maybelline could be heard to say forcibly.

“Yes, goddess,” came Larry’s voice in reply, with no apparent hesitation, this in a tone that Ania took to be submission for some reason. Larry was now grunting softly she realized, as Maybelline rocked the man’s nearly prone form with rhythmic motions from behind him, causing Anita to shake her head in confusion, until she realized what might be happening.

“Nooo,” Ania said under her breath with a silent giggle in disbelief as she backed up several steps, trying now to confirm that Larry was naked from the waist down and that his wife had mounted his ass with a strap-on dildo. No doubt about it now, Ania assured herself as she backed up all the way to the rear door of the house, ready to dash inside as soon as she could force herself to do so.

“And don’t give me any lip bitch or I’ll kick you in the balls hard again, like the other day ... still soar aren’t they!” Maybelline declared.

“Yes, goddess,” Larry breathed out between thrusts from his wife.

“Say thank you for that, bitch.”

“Thank you, goddess.”

“Good!” Maybelline said as she slapped her bitch’s ass hard several times before backing off the poor guy. “Now clean-up here ... and wash my car—I want it spotless, inside and out.”

“Yes, goddess!” Larry said submissively as he bent down and began kissing Maybelline’s feet.

“Umm,” Maybelline grumbled with a look of annoyance on her face as Larry kissed both her feet repeatedly, “stop wasting time!”

“Yes, goddess—may I please jerk-off?”

“No! Maybe in a week or two, well see how you behave.”

Ania could tell now, as Larry began pulling up his pants, that he was wearing some kind of chastity device on his junk, or so she guessed that’s what it was. Quickly, she slipped back into the house with a big grin on her face, dying now to tell her husband what she’d just witnessed, but then thought better of it. Maybelline was one of her best friends, and so maybe this was a secret to be kept. Near panic hit her when she realized Maybelline was close behind her.

“Have a nice walk?” Maybelline asked as she opened the fridge and took out a sports drink, clearly, she was sweating a little.

“Working out,” Ania asked in her best innocent tone before she could stop herself.

“Yeah, discipline stuff ... and I see it’s working,” Maybelline replied as she gestured out the kitchen window toward Larry, who was now clearly preparing to wash one of the cars. “He’ll do that for you, if you’re mean to him,” Maybelline chuckled as she nodded toward Larry again.

“Mean, like...”

“Dominance, a lot of men thrive on it, and Larry is one of those,” Maybelline said as she craned her neck to the side, in an apparent attempt to see what Ryan was up to, who they could both just barely make out at his desk from here in the kitchen. “He like it when you get bossy?”

“Ryan? Noooo ... I mean he response some, but mostly hides from me,” Ania laughed.

“Hmm, you been married, what—four years now?”

“Yeah.”

“And you just turned twenty-seven ... what are you waiting for? Kids?”

“Naw ... that’s ... not in the plan at the moment,” Ania admitted to Maybelline, who she knew was five or six years older that she was.

“So, you keep telling me every time I ask. I’m not wanting that for you unless being a mommy is really your thing—it’s not mine.”

“No, that would be being dominate,” Ania laughed as they both sat down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, not a plan, it just happened ... and I’m enjoying it more and more,” Maybelline announced as she leaned toward Ania a little. “I used to do chores, you know, because I’m the wife, but not now! Jesus, that used to suck—men are lazy fuckers at home most of the time.”

“Ryan’s not too bad, not if I point things out to him.”

“Oh, I point things out now!” Maybelline replied with a deeper laugh this time. “I swear, I haven’t touched a broom or a mop for a couple of years now ... unless it’s to spank him with it.”

“Your bitch,” Ania suggested with a smirk.

“Ohhh ... yeah I thought I saw you out back for a moment,” Maybelline said before looking toward the distant Ryan again.

“I’m not becoming a voyeur, am I?” Ania complained as she hesitantly followed Maybelline out the back door.

“Just paying it forward,” Maybelline replied as she grabbed Ania’s hand and pulled her toward where the pool table was, “My friend Sarah used to brag about what she did to her husband before she moved away. Showed me some videos ... got me interested, then Larry just fell for it, hook, line, and sinker, like he was born to be a beta-male. I see it in Ryan, trust me.”

“I don’t know ... he’s pretty straight in bed.”

“So, you admit the vanilla is getting stale.”

“Well ... doesn’t it always sometimes?” Ania replied sarcastically.

“Not when you have a cuck!”

“A what?”

“A cuck—you know! A cuckold man who loves watching you with other guys.”

“You do that too?” Ania asked in disbelief, wondering how depraved Maybelline and Larry had become.

“A bit of everything,” Maybelline admitted as she came to the screen-door that led into the pool table area, “Now stand in the shadow of the shelves there, the bitch won’t see you if that’s what you want.”

“I feel like I’m cheating,” Ania declared as she did as suggested while giving her friend a disapproving look.

“You’re not cheating, you’re going to tell Ryan, right?”

“Yeah, but normally one gets permission first!” Ania hissed.

“Screw that, be dominate and just tell him it was unexpected ... he’ll lap it up, just like my bitch!”