St. Charles, Illinois, February 15th, 2026
Dylan had headed out into the night and picked up his wife, Fae, from the hotel room where she live video-called his first cucking. She asked him to carry her out to the car, after 2 am, in his arms like a baby. He placed her in the passenger seat, and as he drove them home, she spread her legs, took his hand, and pressed his fingers into her. With cool air jetting in through the cracked sunroof and a black road ahead, Dylan stuffed his hooked middle and index fingers into her pussy as she reclined her seat. He had to keep his eyes ahead to drive, and so he didn’t notice until they got into the driveway and, in turning off the ignition, the overhead light came on. He saw that his fingers, which he’d banged her with, were coated with… sperm.
She tugged his elbow. “Carry me inside and put me in bed.”
Her voice was so soft and sweet, too soft for him to hear as he stared at his hand, opening his fingers as a line of stranger-spunk bridged them. He whispered to himself in disgusted awe, “There’s… there’s so much.”
Fae seized his wrist and yanked his arm over, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, tongue hanging out, and popped his index finger in like a stick of ice cream. She sucked it clean, and the sensation of her lips and tongue cleaning him made his dick so stiff it ached. And then his middle finger, she licked it up and down, front and back, removing every trace of white goo.
With that, she looked Dylan in his eyes. “Kiss.”
And he did. They French-kissed in the driveway for what seemed like forever. Her filthy tongue pressed against his. He ran his tongue between her lips and teeth, she bit his upper lip, he mashed his face against hers, she kneaded at his bulge, and then…
knock-knock-knock
Dylan jumped and turned. There she was, the shoulder devil herself, Mia. She was leaning, peering into the driver’s side window, her full cleavage hanging right at Dylan’s eye level. Fae reached across Dylan to press the button to roll it down. “Mi-mi-Mia… stay tonight.”
Mia laughed. “My ride-share is just around the corner. This is you-two-time. Later, Fae.” Mia took Dylan gently by his cheeks, put her forehead to his, slid her hands up to his temples, and curled her fingers outward to make him resemble a ram, “And Dylie, you look so handsome wearing the horns. Listen closely, you get one shot at this. You need to work extra hard to bring the bitch back. You bring her back, or the bitch go bye-bye.”
Dylan squinted. “What?”
“… you will lose her forever.” Mia clarified.
With that, headlights illuminated them, and Mia’s phone buzzed with a notification that her driver had arrived. Off she went, and Fae’s accomplice was gone.
Fae repeated herself, “Dylan, carry me inside.”
Dylan exited and came around the rear of the car. He opened her door, and Fae’s leg fell out. Bending, he placed one arm under her knees and the other under her lower back. She looped her arms and locked them loosely around his neck, resting her cheek in his chest. He kicked the car door shut and carried Fae up the porch stairs into their home. She mouthed his neck as he carefully trekked up the stairs and turned down the hall into their bedroom. He laid her in her half of the bed as if she belonged there, as if it was her place no matter what. He thought about how painful it would be to see that place empty, and worried that one day it could be.
Then Fae did something so disrespectful, she yawned, double-yawned, and declared, “On second thought, babe, it’s been a long day. I think I’ll go to sleep. Come lie next to me, keep me warm.”
Was she serious? Just… that’s it? Go to sleep? Didn’t he deserve his chance? “Fae?”
“Yeah, I mean… I’m satisfied, I’m satiated, let’s call it a night. Aren’t you spent?” Fae had a point. She turned over, curled up, fluffed her pillow, lay her head down, patted his place in bed for him to join her, and closed her eyes.
Fae saw the deflated expression on his face and made her best offer, “Dylan, babe, we’ll be fully rested tomorrow. We can talk about everything then. We have a lot to talk about, but now it’s time to call it a night. OK?”
Dylan bit his tongue. He undressed and crawled into bed beside her. In the dark, he watched her face resting, slipping into a dream world. What would she dream about? He felt under the blankets for her hands and massaged her phalanges. He felt her ring finger, how it was missing her wedding ring, and he thought with regret how he hadn’t put it back on yet.
Lying next to Fae, he quietly hoped she would surprise him and do something. Maybe she would reach out and touch him back. Maybe she would curl up closer to him, throw her leg over him, and hump his knee as she used to do to get revved up. Maybe she would open her eyes and look at him lovingly, brushing his hair with her fingers. Maybe she would speak and ask him to do something to her. Maybe she would toss the blanket off, peel off everything, and sit on him cowgirl. Maybe she would start talking about their feelings and what had happened that day. Maybe she would do something. But she did nothing. She snored. She lay still, and she snored. Dylan ran his hands along the contours of her hips, her saddles, her lovely under-butt crease. It woke her for a second, and she flinched away from his touch, murmuring whatever. Dylan gave up. Fine. Fine, Fae.
St. Charles, Illinois, March 15th, 2026
Dylan went the next day, the next week, and then the next month without sex. But for the sexlessness, and Fae not wearing her wedding ring, and Dylan’s recurring dreams of emasculating humiliation… life for the couple was back to normal. They delighted in their baby girl, they visited family and friends, work was work, and they pursued their hobbies. It was normal life for them, and yet beneath the surface, it absolutely wasn’t. Then one day, while grocery shopping together, Dylan turned the end display to enter the pasta aisle where he had left Fae with the cart to freeze upon seeing her getting chatted up by a handsome shelf-stocking college boy. “No cap, you’re like 300 degrees… if you gotta snap or a gram?”
Dylan tossed the frozen meats he’d fetched into the cart, “Get real, kiddo, we’ve got half your annual salary in this basket, and we’re not done. Where would you take her for your date, the donut shop?”
“Oooouuuw….” Fae cooed, kicked up a leg all cute, and twirled her hair, “I love custard-filled glaze.”
The young gentleman stuttered, “Um-uh-uh! My apologies, sir, I didn’t see a ring, so you know, um yeah, you have a beautiful wife, uh yeah, no, you’re very lucky, have a nice day.” and he slinked off on his long legs.
In the car, Dylan fumed. Fae looked out her window dreamily. “He reminds me of that boy band singer. Not Pete Bear sexy, more like Josh Ritter sexy. Tall and thin, he lives with his mom and plays computer games. The facial hair and the curly bangs almost covering his eyes are sooooo oh my God! Oh, Dylan, I wish I were that age. I know we’re young, but I’m a mom, and you’re a dad. Back then, we had no worries. I went through boys like snacks. It’s nice to know I still got it. You know? He could have mistaken me for his age, maybe? I don’t think he’s a virgin; he’s so cute, I’m sure he’s popular with girls, too. How about you?”
Dylan replied involuntarily, “How about me what? Do I think he’s cute?”
Fae giggled, “No! I mean, were you popular with girls?”
Dylan didn’t answer that; he looked ahead and drove.
Fae made a sympathetic voice. “Maybe not? All the girls in college go after, like, the same circle of guys. The rest of the guys are, like, invisible to girls. Right?”
His knuckles went white and his face red. “I had a girlfriend, Fae.”
Fae play slapped his shoulder, “I know that. But one girlfriend. That stock boy is probably juggling girls. It’s different. But Dylan, I like a guy like you. I don’t worry about you straying, and because you have less experience, you don’t miss what you never had. Know what I mean?”
Dylan nodded. “Yeah. Yeah.”
Fae smiled and rubbed his knee. “I hope he’s there when I go back next time. I won’t do anything but just talk. I like his voice. If you’re not there, I’m sure he’ll try again. Why did you have to interrupt us, Dylan? He was sweet. I had butterflies in my stomach. Couldn’t you have, I don’t know, spent a few minutes longer looking at ingredients or something? Ha!” she laughed so loud in the car that it almost hurt his ears.
At home, putting groceries away, he still fumed. Sitting on the sofa flipping channels endlessly, he kept fuming. Finally, Fae flopped next to him on the sofa, twisted, lay back, and rested her feet on his stomach.
He pressed them off, sulking. “Stop.”
She guffawed, “Ha!? Stop what?”
He pretended to focus on the world news broadcast, “Stop.”
Fae tucked her toes under his thigh and wiggled them. “You’re pissed I haven’t worn my ring?”
Dylan nodded. “So why haven’t you?”
Fae poked her toes into his thigh hard, as if to see if she could make him move. “I wrote to you on your Valentine’s Day card that you could put it back on my finger after you do something.”
Dylan remembered her Valentine’s Card; it said she would wear his ring after he ‘fucked her like a punishment for taking it off’. But what did that mean? She hadn’t initiated sex or hinted at wanting it at all, for a long dry spell! “Fae? We haven’t been intimate since, since you know what. Since you were at the hotel.”
Fae sighed, “Forget it. Just forget it.”
Dylan sat silent for a moment. He studied Fae as she huffed and made such a disappointed, slumped doll of herself. She was such an impossible woman! Why couldn’t she just be normal?! Was she insane? No! She had a behavioral issue. No! She had several behavioral issues! It’s almost as if nobody ever told her to shut the fuck up! It’s almost as if nobody ever told her no! It’s like she’d never been, never been… punished! There then occurred an epiphany to him. “Wait a minute. I think I know what you want. Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I know what you want.”
Fae sat up, propped back on her hands, shoulders to her ears, and she cocked an eyebrow. “What do I want? Tell me what I want, smart man.”
Something changed in Dylan’s eyes, and his posture straightened, “Smart man? Oh, you’re going to find out how smart I am.”
Fae’s face lit up with the thrill, equal parts fear and excitement, “Show me, Dylan. Show me!”
Dylan sprang from the sofa, stood feet splayed like a sentry, and undid his belt. He pulled it from the loops as Fae watched, her mouth falling open. “This is a long time coming, you… you…”
Fae whispered, looking up at him from those big, beautiful golden eyes full of mischief, “What am I, Dylan?”
Dylan raised his fist, his belt dangling from his grip, “You bitch?” and he grabbed at her ankle, pulled her off the sofa, and onto the floor. She lay on the floor ass in the air, and Dylan yanked her clothes off, panties down to her ankles and all. Her pale, pampered ass was exposed to heaven, and he swung.
Fae couldn’t believe it, the sting of his belt lashing across her ass cheeks. Was it Dylan? Impossible! “Ouuuucch! Oh!”
Dylan swung again, “Slut!”
“Fuck! Ah! Ah!” Fae cried.
And again, “Cunt whore!”
“Please! Please! That stings!” she pleaded.
Dylan’s eyes glowed with retribution, and his belt threatened to come down again, “Say you’re sorry! Say you’re sorry, Fae!”
She raised her hand to block the belt, but he was too determined. “Sorry for what?”
He lashed, whipping her right thigh, “For fucking another man! Say sorry to me!”
Fae hissed and screamed, “Fuck! Shit that hurt! I’m not saying sorry! I liked it!”
With that, Dylan threw the belt at the television she’d made him watch her do everything on, “I’m going to take your body!” The words didn’t fit the Dylan she knew, or the Dylan he knew; they were disjointed and awkward, “I’m going to take your body, Fae!” She would cringe at the sound of him saying it if she couldn’t see he so obviously meant business.
He bent and grabbed her up, rough, squeezing her wrists and legs, and laid her over the sofa armrest, knees in the seat cushions. “Dylan? Dylan?!”
He grabbed her around her narrow waist, his thumbs touching, and pulled her into himself. She was wet and ready for it, and he went in balls deep on the first thrust. He regarded the red stripes his belt had left across her ass, and his cock hardened within. “You belong to me!”
Fae, the rebel, her voice oscillating as he pounded her, made it clear to him. “I’m n-not s-sorry!”
“You’re not sorry? I should make you sorry!” and he slapped her ass cheek.
Fae squealed in a high-pitched, “Eeeeeee!”
He slapped her ass again, “Say you’re sorry!”
Dylan’s hand came down on her ass cheek so hard and loud, it sounded like a tree branch had snapped. “Say you belong to me!”
Fae screamed, “Aaah! That’s fucking painful! I’m sorry! I belong to you!”
He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them in his grip so tight they’d bruise, “Say it again!”
“Oh! Oh! I’m sorry, babe! I’m really sorry!” she begged and panted.
Dylan’s heart thudded against his sternum; he felt his pulse in his liver. His balls slapped into her clit, her ass rippled with his force, and he envisioned himself as a cruel master. He embraced his inner darkness, all the frustration he’d balled up, all the insensitive things she’d said to him became fuel for his fury. He closed his eyes and remembered how he watched her on his television from this same sofa, getting her pussy stuffed by some prick she’d never met. It made him so mad! It made him want to do to her pussy what had never been done to it!
Dylan reached a hand under her armpit, greedily groping her tits, and then, for the first time in his life, ventured up to her throat. His other hand yanked her hair, pulling her head back. “Slut! I’ve been too nice to you! You’ve walked all over me!”
The sensation of his hand on her throat, her ass burning as sweat stung the belt welts, her head being wrenched back by her hair, brought Fae to a sudden and intense orgasm. “Ohh-ohw-ohw-oh!” She shook and quivered and collapsed over the sofa armrest, her juices dripping down her thighs.
Dylan stood back, panting, his dick standing sleek and sure, “You like that? You like what you get?”
Fae looked up at him, her black hair in her face, one eye peering out. “You’re an asshole. You’re a complete asshole and I… and I… I love it!” She raised her left hand high as if to signal stop, it trembled as she asked so meekly, “Dylan, put my wedding ring on.”
Dylan winced, “Come again?”
Fae adjusted her tone, “Can I have my wedding ring, please?”
A voice inside Dylan said no. And he agreed with that voice, not a second thought to it. “Your ring? Bitch!? Suck my dick, and then I’ll think about it!”
Fae bit her bottom lip and moaned, “Mrrrrph!” and crawling on her hands and knees, she climbed up Dylan’s bare legs, and hungrily met her mouth to his cock-head. “I’ll suck it, I’ll make you happy.”
Dylan stood proud, hands on his waist, and Fae did her damnedest to gobble his cock up, slurping, gasping, working his shaft with one hand and petting his flexing buttocks with her opposite hand. She closed her eyes and placed herself beneath his rod, jacking him fast, “Cover my face with your cum, Dylan! Please!”
Dylan held it in, not yet, “Tell me whose bitch you are?”
Fae stopped working him and clasped her hands together, on her knees as if praying to him, “I’m your bitch! I’m your little, slut bitch!”
And without so much as a fingertip on his rod, Dylan’s body clenched up, and he shot load after load onto her face. It landed in her hair, across her forehead and nose, over her eyes, over her lips and chin. All that cum he’d been storing up from a month of no-sex, there wasn’t a place on her face not spattered by his sperm.
“Thank you, thank you!” Fae cried.
Dylan grabbed up Fae’s panties and threw them over her face. “Clean yourself up, nasty cunt.” and off he marched, cock flapping, up the stairs and into the shower.
Fae clutched her panties to her face and smeared off most of his cum. She opened her eyes and looked at them, covered in his stain. She exhaled, and exhaled again, long and deep. Her smile grew and wouldn’t subside. She snickered to herself, touching her butt, “That shit actually hurt. You’re doing better than I expected, my husband, my man. Dylan, Dylan, Dylan.” and she stood to prance nude up the stairs after him, to join him in the shower.
