The Retrosexual ~ For DanFS

[BillieWagadagger]

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Twenty-eight year old senior staff nurse Caitlin filled out paperwork hastily and the nurses station, with one eye on the clock. Their bank staff member was meant to be arriving and she had the afternoon free. Half two and she should be showing for handover right about now. It was customary to be early, so you had time to lock your things away, use the loo and make a drink. They they would all crowd into the office to be handed a bed summary, before being given a verbal handover and their allocated bays.

14:35.

Caitlin and her colleagues had done their quick sweep and clean of the supply cupboard/prep room, the sluice room, the patient's bathrooms, the drugs trolley, the commodes, the bedpans and the organised chaos that was the nurses station. Now they were flipping through patient files, checking that the morning's events had been documented correctly and what had been added to the notes after the doctors round. It was always in that tense ten minute window that at least three call bells went off.

Bing. Bay 4, which was hers... bed six - oh great. Caitlin slapped on a warm professional smile and walked over to the patient. Bed five waved at her.

"I pressed her bell, nurse. She's done it again." Caitlin thanked her and then went to deal with the confused old lady who had ripped out her drip a second time. It would have to be resized on the other arm and bandaged - not that the last bandage had stopped her.

"i'm bleeding!" The old lady announced indignantly. Caitlin checked that her summary tallied with the note over the bed - yep, still nil by mouth. She was going to need those IV fluids.

Fifteen minutes later, Caitlin lobbed the old IV line in the Clinibin, washed her hands and then rounded on her charge nurse. Felix was a five foot Philippino, slender and flamboyantly gay.

"She's not here, is she?"

"No. Bank tried to phone her, no reply. They're trying to get someone else. Site have been informed and they'll see if they can spare us someone from another department but until then... I can't let you go home. Everybody else ran like hell, you know how it is. Sanjita had to collect her kids and Louisa has an antenatal appointment."

"Shit. It's bloody date night again." Caitlin muttered.

"I'm sorry love. You're on the desk till I've done handover and then go get some food or something. I'll see what I can do."

Cover finally materialised at 6pm when the fracture clinic closed. Caitlin jumped into her black mini and queued through the rush hour traffic. Then she launched herself through the front door and into the shower. Their reservation at Frederics was at half seven and it was a popular French restaurant. They wouldn't hold a table on a Friday for longer than fifteen minutes. Kat couldn't remember what her husband had said about his day, he'd just said he would meet her there. Caitlin dove through her drawer for some matching black underwear, a lace bra and thong. She zipped up her trusty LBD and pulled on knee high black leather boots. She brushed out her auburn hair but didn't have time for anything else. She applied her patented 'five minute face' that she used for work everyday; tinted moisturiser, blush, dark brown shadow and mascara. She didn't need a lot of make-up but if she'd had more time she would have gone for something smokey. She found a red lippy and applied it. Kat regarded herself in the mirror; barely five feet tall, lean and fit from her work. Her C cup breasts looked busty on her tiny frame. Tumbling wet red hair and eyes the changeable blue-grey of a stormy sky, both evidence of her Celtic roots. She pulled on a black leather jacket, stuffed the essentials into a clutch bag and headed out, texting Nick an update that she was on her way.

Kat was off duty tomorrow, so she wasn't going to drive to the restaurant. She definitely deserved a drink. She couldn't get a cab or an Uber, so Cat ended up at the bus stop. It was nearly eight o'clock by the time she made it to the restaurant. Having already explained what happened in a series of texts, Kat sank gratefully into the chair opposite her husband and poured herself a large glass of wine.

"I'm really sorry." She murmured, smoothing down her hair self-consciously. "You know how it is." Cat eyed him warily, their date night last week hadn't happened at all because she'd got stuck at work again.

 

[DanFS]

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Nick was annoyed. Really annoyed.
Caitlyn (or 'Cat' as he sometimes called her) was late for their date night again.

Nick liked dining out at Frederics. Classy and not too expensive, which was a fine line to walk, on a Senior Police Sergeant’s salary.
Although he made a little extra with the ‘Standing To Allowance’, paid when they got called out, and the extra grade due to his Armed Response duties, between his and Caitlyn’s salaries, they were far from flush with cash.

He had fought hard to get this weekend off, and swapped shifts with one of the other guys on the next team to his on the shift rota.
He’d end up working two weekends in a row, last month, but for the chance to spend some quality time with Caitlyn, his darling wife, nothing was too much trouble.
Their shifts aligned this weekend, so he’d gone all out, to make it happen.

As he downed the rest of his second beer, and held his empty glass up, so the Barman would replace it with a full one, he cast his mind back…

They had been students in the same High School, and then Nick had bumped into her again at College, and they dated on-and-off through their time at University.
He remembered how gorgeous she had looked in her School uniform, her fresh complexion, perfect legs, captivating cleavage and flame red hair.
He remembered how his mates teased him when he was caught ogling her, saying she was ‘out of his league’, and having to muster up the courage to go over to her, whilst she spoke with two friends, and ask for her phone number, so he could arrange to ‘take her out for coffee’.

He had been a promising athlete, competing at County level, and was set on dating her, so he relentlessly wooed her, buying her flowers, and taking her out to restaurants, on their dates, and showering her with affection during their times together – which when they were apart, at different Universities, were so precious, as they were apart for so long, with only phone calls and sexting, to keep them connected.
He never had much money as he had spent most of it on her, when they met up again during the holidays.

They married soon after graduating Uni, as their parents approved, agreeing that they were ‘right for each other’.
They had planned to save hard, to afford a small house, and then Nick had been trying to convince 'Cat' that they should enjoy life for a few years, and become established in their chosen careers.

He knew she was a gifted Nurse, she just had a way with people, that calmed them and allowed her to do whatever was needed to treat their condition.
He supported her career, as she did his, as a Team Leader for an Armed Response Police Unit - but sometimes, like this evening, when she had been held up because someone else didn’t show up for their shift…again; it just really wound him up.

He had ordered a beer, just before 7:30, and asked the waiter to put it on his tab, reserved with his credit card, to keep the table, as they would otherwise have missed the opportunity to dine this evening.
Frederics was very popular, and their table-booking policy was rigidly enforced by the Owners, and Duty Manager alike.

Nick looked at his watch again, as he took another sip from his second beer, feeling the slight buzz from the strong Belgian lager, which, since he was hungry, was affecting him a bit more than it would otherwise have done.
‘Just before 8’ he thought, fuming, that she had kept him waiting, again, and his stomach was now growling with hunger.

She burst through the doors, pausing briefly by the Head Waiter & pointing at Nick, obviously saying something like “I’m here to meet my Husband”, as she breezed through the Restaurant to sit opposite him.

Nick placed his beer glass back onto the table. That really was a very good beer!

"I'm really sorry." She murmured, smoothing down her hair self-consciously. "You know how it is."
Cat eyed him warily, and rightly so. Nick displeasure must have been obvious, as their date night last week hadn't happened at all because she'd got stuck at work again.

He almost growled - “Don’t tell me -the Bank Nurse didn’t show again, and as you were busy, the others all ran for it, as they knew they’d be stuck there otherwise, meaning you were the only one there who could cover the absence until someone else from another Team could fill the spot.
Am I wrong?”

She was just so conscientious, sometimes it hurt.
How he loved her…she was his dream girl, which is precisely why he’d married her!

After letting his temper settle for a moment, he got up out of his seat, and walked around the table to kiss her gently on the cheek, before offering a slightly more passionate kiss on the lips.
“I’m glad you’re here now.” He said simply, smiling as he returned to his seat. “Other than having to stay late, again, how was the rest of your day?”

He nodded as she answered, giving him the details. Making sympathetic noises at the right points.

Nick replied with “Well, my day was a mess. You’ll probably hear about it on ‘News at Ten’, but my team were called out today. A guy in a block of flats who had taken his ex-girlfriend hostage, and tried to take her down the stairs to his car to abduct her. He had stolen his old Dad’s shotgun and a few shells. When she tried to make a break for it, luckily for her, she tripped just as the lunatic fired. The shot went right over her head.
She had the good sense to stay on the floor, and Rob Atlee, you know him, his girlfriend. Emma, was the woman who fainted at the Police Ball two years ago, was the point man for us, shouted at him to drop the gun, but he didn’t – he turned it on Rob and fired, who had no choice but to shoot. The bloke died instantly & Rob is in another Hospital to yours, St. Margaret’s, I think… and the Doctors are saying he was lucky. Poor Rob, he gave the guy a way out!”

Nick downed the rest of his beer and poured himself a glass of wine too.
He raised his glass and clinked glasses with her.
“Sorry, Love, I’m a bit low tonight, as Rob and I have known each other for a long time. Anyway – I’m glad you’re here with me now.” He forced a smile, as he didn't really feel as happy as he'd hoped he would tonight.

Nick took a long swallow of the wine, and went back to looking through the menu, as Caitlin did the same.
After a minute or two, he said “Do you want an entrée, I don’t know how hungry you are, but I fancy going straight to the Mains?”
Just then, the waiter appeared. “Monsieur, Madame…are you ready to order?”
Nick spoke first “Ah, yes – I’ll have the ‘Confit de canard’, please, and my wife will have the…?”
He gestured to Cat who ordered her choice.
The waiter disappeared with the menus & their choices as swiftly as he’d arrived, promising to return with their meals ‘soon’.

Nick took the time, to gaze at Caitlyn, as she seemed to try and avoid awkward conversation by looking at the cocktail choices in the drinks menu.

He loved her in the little black dress. Her ’LBD’, she called it.
With her flaming red hair, and flawless porcelain skin, she rocked it.
He was impressed she’d worn the knee-high black leather boots and teamed it with the black leather jacket. Her makeup was simple but effective. She looked hot and she knew it.

She also knew the ‘Biker Chick’ look did it for him.
She’d always looked bloody good in leather.
He’d always had a weakness for her (usually repressed) ‘wild side’.
Back when they were dating and he’d had a bike before he could afford a car, she’d been out with him on it a few times, hugging tightly to his back as they sped off somewhere, but she never wanted to get one of her own back then.
She looked so sexy in biker leathers; he nearly always got a hard-on when she wore them. Maybe she’d wear them for him in the house, if he played his cards right?

As his gaze returned to her face, she was looking at him with amusement.
He grinned and blushed slightly, aware that he had stared at her for a little while longer than was polite, or in public, appropriate.
“I err, was just, err, wondering if you were wearing anything under that dress?” He hurriedly almost whispered to her.
Her grin as she giggled ‘Yes!’ and blushed herself, made him smile, and he loved her all the more for it. His hard demeanour softening.

Caitlyn summoned the waiter and ordered the cocktail she’d settled on, from the menu and when it arrived, she took a tentative sip, and it seemed quite strong. She smiled and moaned ‘ Mm mm’ though!

The waiter then appeared with their meals – wishing them the customary ‘Bon Appetit!” before disappearing again.
They ate almost in silence, as they were both obviously famished.
The waiter seemed surprised & pleased, too, at the speed with which they had cleared their plates.
“Dessert?” He asked hopefully.

 

[BillieWagadagger]

“Don’t tell me -the Bank Nurse didn’t show again, and as you were busy, the others all ran for it, as they knew they’d be stuck there otherwise, meaning you were the only one there who could cover the absence until someone else from another Team could fill the spot.
Am I wrong?”

"No, you're not wrong." Cat had an edge of irritation in her voice. There had to be legal safe numbers on the department and Nick knew that. If she just walked out the door she would be grossly negligent and could lose her registration. What the hell else was she supposed to have done?

“I’m glad you’re here now.” He said simply, smiling as he returned to his seat. “Other than having to stay late, again, how was the rest of your day?”

"Same shit, different shift." She shrugged, taking another deep swallow of a very nice Bordeaux. She felt her jangled nerves start to relax.

Cat worked on the Acute Admissions Unit. It was basically a holding ward for people who had been admitted through A&E and didn't have a bed in the appropriate department yet. Some patients were just there for observation/tests/treatment and then would be discharged if they improved. It was a busy department at all times of the day and night. Kat liked it there. Casualty itself, in addition to being more stressful, was where all the egos in medicine landed. The male nurse manager - an ex army medic - was an utter bastard, who thought female nurses were put on the planet to jerk his ego, do his bidding and get hit on the moment they clocked out. Cat much preferred it where she was. Felix was a charge nurse who led from the front, he was a team player. At the same time, his acerbic wit and total delight at being able to rock a female nurse's tunic and be fabulously camp in the UK, well it was infectious. He was that rare creature, a non-native who not only 'got' sarcasm but then fired it straight back. Felix also shut down the kind of passive aggressive bitchiness that could sour a department full of women and every day you walked in with a clean slate. Cat just adored him.

Cat told Nick about her most interesting cases that shift and the usual ward gossip. She carefully kept the same nonchalance in her tone with her next words.

"Louisa's into her second trimester and she's just found out she's having a girl." She smiled softly, recalling her friend's delight as she told Cat that all her tests and scans had come back normal and how she was going to decorate the nursery. "Felix is going to organise a baby shower - god knows how he'll swing that on the rota." Cat had spent a happy break time scrolling through possible gifts.

Nick had obviously heard enough however, because he cut in abruptly.

"Well, my day was a mess. You’ll probably hear about it on ‘News at Ten’, but my team were called out today. A guy in a block of flats who had taken his ex-girlfriend hostage, and tried to take her down the stairs to his car to abduct her. He had stolen his old Dad’s shotgun and a few shells. When she tried to make a break for it, luckily for her, she tripped just as the lunatic fired. The shot went right over her head.
She had the good sense to stay on the floor, and Rob Atlee, you know him, his girlfriend. Emma, was the woman who fainted at the Police Ball two years ago, was the point man for us, shouted at him to drop the gun, but he didn’t – he turned it on Rob and fired, who had no choice but to shoot. The bloke died instantly & Rob is in another Hospital to yours, St. Margaret’s, I think… and the Doctors are saying he was lucky. Poor Rob, he gave the guy a way out!”

"Shit."

Cat's intake of breath was audible, the shock palpable. Rob was a highly experienced officer. For him to have been wounded like that was horrendous. Cat felt the hard knot form in the pit of her belly that she had been carrying since the day Nick announced he was joining armed response. She had been vehemently against it to begin with. Every time he walked out the door she was terrified. Night after night, waiting for the call to tell her he'd been injured, or worse. Of having to identify his broke body, of having to tell his mum and Cat knew exactly what bullets did to people. Now he was team leader, the first one through the fucking door! She grabbed his hand across the table, feeling the warmth and strength of him, marred where his hands had calloused from firing guns. She allowed herself one moment of lost control, her eyes filling as she choked down a sob.

Her thoughts turned to Emma, a lovely woman with two sons at primary school. She was a yoga instructor, an incredibly zen, veggie, clean living, Earth mother, who rarely drank. Consequently it had been hilarious when Emma had got drunk on the complimentary fizz at the ball. It had been a balmy summer evening and Emma had just slipped from her chair. Rob had been three and a half sheets to the wind at this point and it felt like an age before he stopped laughing long enough to be able to help her up.

“Sorry, Love, I’m a bit low tonight, as Rob and I have known each other for a long time. Anyway – I’m glad you’re here with me now.”

Naturally the nurse in her wanted to ask about Rob's injuries but the set of Nick's jaw told her he had said what he wanted to say and now needed to move on.

Cat raised her wineglass in a toast that had become familiar over recent years. Nick joined her.

"Death to scumbags."

They ordered their food, and then Nick asked her if she was wearing anything under the dress. Cat's fair skin blushed scarlet. "Yes!"

They attacked their meals with gusto, both famished. The food was always good here. Cat polished off another large glass of wine, finally relaxing after the stresses of the day.

"Dessert?"

One of the upsides to nursing was that Cat could eat pretty much whatever she liked, she didn't have much of a sweet tooth however.

"I think I'll just have a cognac." She replied. Tonight she needed the alcohol to take away the constant fear and the shock of Nick's bad news. Cat thought finishing an evening meal with coffee was for weirdos. She had enough caffeine during the day. Nick ordered and the waiter left. Warm tipsiness made Cat uncharacteristically bold.

"I've been thinking quite a lot lately and trying to find the words." She ventured, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. "I want us to have a baby Nick. If anything... if you... If I lose you. I want to have our child." Cat swallowed hard on the lump in her throat. "Please."

 

[DanFS]

Nick held his breath, as Cat had asked him, again, if they could try for a baby.
He had already talked this through with her. They had agreed to wait. Why was she pushing?
It had to be because Louisa had gone into her second trimester, and the building excitement in Cat’s Unit.

Nick could understand it, he really could – but it wasn’t just the fact they had already discussed it.
He ran over the reasons again in his head:
1. Nick thinks it's way too soon, as they haven’t been married for that long.
2. They need more time, of which they have plenty, to save money – so they can afford a child.
3. To do this now, would be irresponsible – it’s the wrong economic climate, too many uncertainties.

They had already agreed this could wait.
That they would enjoy life a bit first, before being tied down with yet more responsibility in addition to their stressful jobs.

Nick wasn’t being a bastard though – he completely understood Cat’s need to have something of him, if he were to die ‘in the line of duty.’
It’s just that he felt confident enough that he wouldn’t. His training and his team were very, very good at what they did. Yes, Rob’s being shot was unlucky, but Rob should have fired as the guy was turning, not waited until he was already facing him!

Nick let out the breath he hadn’t realise he was still holding.

“Babe – we talked about this. It’s too soon for us to have a baby.”

Just at that moment, the waiter reappeared with her Cognac.
Cat smiled and thanked him, before she took a sip, then continued…”Why? I know I can be a great Mother to the baby, and I just know you’ll be a fantastic Father!”

Nick just shook his head.
“No, Cat. The time isn’t right!”
“Oh come on, Hun, please!”
Nick didn’t reply, he just returned her pleading look with one of his own, but hard with steel.

Cat switched tactics.
Suddenly Nick felt something warm and soft in his crotch, wriggling onto his soft cock.

Nick’s look of shock must have been obvious, as Cat grinned.
“What are you doing?” he hissed at her, not wanting to draw attention to them.
“You keep telling me to ‘lighten up a little’, so I am.” She whispered back across the table. “You better keep quiet if you don’t want to give the game away!”
Nick recalled with horror, that he had admitted to a fantasy of his, only a few days ago, where he was teased in a public setting like a Restaurant or Coffee Shop, by a sexy woman, who then later seduced him.

They had played a few sex games like this before, where she took control.
It was a nice release of responsibility for him, but that’s all it was. He was really the one in control most of the time.
However – this was the first time in public.
Cat sneered at him, which Nick hated to admit, he found hot, as his rapidly hardening cock attested to.
She worked her nylon covered foot over his crotch teasing his balls, and then rising up to his growing length, which she teased, with her toes and ball of her foot, still clad in her boot – the thought of which she knew, would drive Nick wild!

Cat looked Nick right in the eyes, as she downed the rest of her Cognac, before she knocked her dessert spoon onto the floor. She looked around quickly, and seeing that no-one was looking, slid out of her chair and onto the floor, under the almost full-length tablecloth, taking her napkin with her.
She grabbed the errant spoon, and then crawled to him. He felt her hands in his crotch, and she grinned, unseen, as she heard him hiss “Cat! Get up here right now!”

Cat was having none of it though.
She reached up and unzipped his trousers, and eased his hard cock through the fly of his boxers and his trousers, before starting to stroke him with a firm grip.
Cat knew she had him in the palm of her hand (literally) as he moaned.
Cat sped up her strokes a little and then – even more shocking to Nick, he felt her tongue, as she lowered her mouth onto his cock.
She had only ever given him a blowjob a couple of times before, as she had said she didn’t really enjoy it.

She raised up and licked his head tenderly, drawing another moan from him.
Suddenly she heard approaching footsteps and heard someone say:
“Anything else Sir?”, followed by Nick saying “No thank you, just the bill please, we’ll be leaving soon!”
Assuming it was the waiter, asking if they wanted anything else, she redoubled her efforts once he had gone again. ‘Nick must be getting close’, she thought, as she sank down onto him again, trying to take all of him into her mouth and throat.
“Cat – I’m really close, either stop now, or don’t you dare bloody stop!” he gasped.
Cat was determined to bring him off, so she sank her mouth all the way down on him, and held him in her mouth, swirling her tongue under and over his rock-hard pole, as she sucked, and Nick tried to resist – as the waiter returned with their bill.
Nick was fumbling in his jacket pocket, for his credit card to pay the bill, and she heard the beeps on the machine as the waiter keyed in the total and then he must have handed the terminal to Nick to key in his PIN, which took longer than usual, as Nick fluffed his first attempt.
She stopped moving her head up and down him, as the waiter stood there, but used her tongue to keep him ‘on the boil’.
“Sorry!” She heard him gasp – “I suddenly feel really hot. Let me try again!” and then more beeps, then the pause - whilst the transaction went through.
The whirring of the little printer told her they were done, as the waiter said “Thank you Sir!” before walking away.

After a short pause, Nick whispered “Cat…we nearly got caught then. The waiter could tell something was up! Stop teasing me!”
Cat giggled and replied, again in a whisper “Yes, I know, and it tastes fantastic!”
“You wanted this, Darling!” she replied, with just a hint of sarcasm, as she started to suck him off with a vengeance.

Nick didn’t know where to look. Fortunately, the other couples here were engaged in conversation, so nobody gave him a second look. However, to him, it felt like every pair of eyes in the place was fixed upon him.

Nick felt he was so close.
He reached under the tablecloth, and wound his hands into Cat’s hair.
“I’m almost there, Cat”! He gasped, his breath getting ragged now.
She just tapped his though in reply, and sank her mouth down onto him again, as she felt his balls tighten, and his hands pull her head and mouth down onto him. She gagged a little, before relaxing and taking him all the way in as he shot his creamy load into her mouth.
He felt his cock pulse four or five times into her waiting mouth, as she held his cum in her mouth, and then using her hand, she milked him dry, licking his tip, before returning his softening cock into his underwear and zipping him up again. Nick just knew she had spat his jism into her napkin.
She never swallowed, even when he'd begged her to.

Giving him a few moments to compose himself, and wiping her smeared lipstick off on the napkin she had dragged down here with her, she lifted the tablecloth and stood, regaining her seat.
“Are you OK, baby, you look a little flushed!” she said softly enough for only him to hear.
In reply, he said: “Today has left me rather drained, Hun. I think we need to go Home. I’ve settled the bill.”
It was the best attempt at humour he could manage, seeing that his usually so reserved wife had just blown his cock (and his mind) with her most daring sex-game ever, to date.

They hurriedly left the Restaurant, with Nick’s cheeks burning with embarrassment at his almost being caught out by the waiter.
He drove home as swiftly as he dared, and then fumbled his keys trying to unlock the door.

Cat giggled, and he turned to inform her.
“You are going to get fucked so hard tonight, Caitlin Williams!”
He felt like a man possessed.
It was her wanton attitude at the Restaurant that had got him into this mood.

As soon as he had the door locked behind him, he turned back to Caitlin.
She stood there with hand on hip, and a strange look on her face, like she was issuing a challenge to him.
“Bend over the end of the sofa!” He commanded.
She just looked back at him, and reached out to stroke his emerging hardness through his trousers, again.
He slapped her hand away, playfully, and grabbed her other wrist, spinning her around, and bending her over at the waist, across the arm of the sofa.
He unzipped himself, with one hand, freeing his rapidly hardening cock, and then reached back to her, to clasp both her tiny wrists in one of his hands.
Normally he would have made sure she was wet before penetrating her, but now, he just didn’t care.
He held her wrists against the back of her neck, so her arms were bent at the elbows, and she was bent over the arm of the sofa, going nowhere.

He stepped in close behind her, and as if his cock could sense the heat of her pussy, he roughly pulled up the back of her dress, and slid her panties to the side and then buried himself inside her, fully to the hilt, all in one smooth motion.
They both gasped with pleasure, aware that they had never done this before.
Nick was already so close…he sped up this thrusts quickly, and was soon pounding in and out of her, slamming her into the padded sofa with each thrust.
There was none of the usual loving “Are you OK, Baby?” that He usually gave her. He knew she was wet, and very turned on as well.
He rammed into her tight, but wet cunt, mercilessly, and her cries of “Oh, Oh, Oh!” came in time with his strokes.
At one point he thrust deeper than he ever had before, and she looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide.
He seemed to have become a feral beast, rutting, rather making love.

He suddenly used his spare hand, which until now had been holding her still in the small of her back, sliding it under her and diddling her clit, slowing his strokes slightly, but obviously hitting the right spot, as she gasped and cried out “Yes!” as he toyed with her sensitive bean.
His strokes were now slower but deeper, as he knew he was getting closer.
So did she.

He intensified his efforts on her clit, and buried his cock into her, almost stopping his thrusts, but his fingers were a blur across her most sensitive place.
Suddenly she stiffened and let out a gurgling noise as a huge orgasm hit her, rendering her limp momentarily.
Nick rammed into her one more time, and then released his second load of cum that day.
His cock seemed to pulse as much as it had earlier, as he growled with satisfaction and collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe, whilst they both regained their breath.

Once he was able, he lifted her semi-conscious form into his arms, and carried her upstairs to bed, where they stayed until morning...

 

[BillieWagadagger]

'It's too soon, the time isn't right,' that was all she ever got out of him on the subject of kids. Cat was twenty-eight though, heading into her thirties and had no idea when the time was likely to be 'right' for Nick. He was a close book on the subject and when Nick had decided he wasn't going to discuss something further, there was nothing Cat could do. Damn him for being trained in bloody interrogation and negotiation on top of everything else! The only commitment he made of any description was to practice the act of procreation assiduously in the meantime.

Nick was the only serious boyfriend she had ever had and the only person she had slept with. Cat sometimes felt this put her at a disadvantage. He had had his fair share of girls at college and when they had split up a few times during uni. Cat had only had eyes for him and didn't the bastard know it. Consequently, she had nobody to compare him with; not just sexually but emotionally as well. She had no clue how another man might have handled that conversation or what might be considered a fair compromise. All Cat knew was that his face closed off, which meant that for Nick, this wasn't even a serious discussion. The prospect was simply not on the table and wouldn't be until her beloved husband decided it was. It was frustrating.

Cat sighed and took another pull on her cognac. The romantic mood of their date had completely evaporated. Nick was eyeing her like she was an armed criminal, all tight-jawed determination.

Bastard.

He was a sexy bastard though.

The cognac tipped Cat over the edge from merry to moderately inebriated. She didn't normally drink this much in the space of two hours. Her tiny frame made her a total lightweight, despite having eaten a big meal. Nick on the other hand, wasn't at all drunk. He was just sat there like he had a massive stick up his arse. People didn't shoot at her in the hospital but that didn't mean she had no clue what it was like to have a stressful job, where the consequences could be lethal if she fucked up. OK, fine. They weren't going to start trying for a baby. Nick wanted them to have some fun first.

So, where exactly was the fucking fun?

Cat recalled Nick's admission a few days ago that he had a fantasy about being teased in a public place. They had been spooning in bed, both ignoring the alarm for another ten minutes. Nick had had a dream featuring this fantasy and then shared it with her. Cat had just blushed and smiled. She was pleased he had confided in her but she really couldn't see herself risking arrest for indecent exposure just to please him. They had played a few games where he wanted her to be more assertive. Cat was happy to oblige but it didn't add anything to sex for her. She had taken to calling it 'lazy sex' because it was usually when Nick wanted to be passive and then get ridden by her.

But that was then and this was now. Cat gave Nick the kind of raunchy look she could only pull off after a few drinks without feeling ridiculous. She lifted her foot into his lap and started teasing his crotch.

“What are you doing?” he hissed at her, not wanting to draw attention to them.
“You keep telling me to ‘lighten up a little’, so I am.” She whispered back across the table. “You better keep quiet if you don’t want to give the game away!”

Nick's eyes widened and Cat smirked. She teased his balls and felt him harden. Despite having asked for this he looked deeply uncomfortable. Cat had two options now; take Nick's stricken look at face value and stop what she was doing... or up the ante. He was rock hard. Cat elected to finish her drink, look him dead in the eyes and then shove her dessert spoon off the edge of the table. The restaurant was packed. If she was going to do this then she had to be fast. Cat grabbed her napkin, dropped to her knees, picked up the spoon and then dived under the tablecloth.

“Cat! Get up here right now!”

In answer she unzipped his trousers and tugged him free from his boxers. He was so hard. She started stroking him, her other hand cupping and massaging his balls. She heard an audible moan. Carefully, Cat took him into her mouth. She didn't like giving head and had never before initiated it. She didn't want to graze him with her teeth. Nick was over a foot taller than Cat, so his length and girth were really too much for her. When she had total control like this it wasn't so bad. Her mouth stretched around him as she gently explored the top half of his dick.

The waiter came and Cat felt Nick pulse as he asked for the bill. If she wasn't careful he was going to cum right away. She sucked on his cockhead, swirling her tongue around it and then released him so she could breathe for a moment. She went harder and faster this time, working more of him into her throat.

“Cat – I’m really close, either stop now, or don’t you dare bloody stop!”

She slowed things down while Nick used the card machine, trying not to be too obvious. Cat pulled back a little and took a few breaths.

“Cat…we nearly got caught then. The waiter could tell something was up! Stop teasing me!” Cat cupped and massaged his balls while she replied.

“You wanted this, darling." Cat went all out to make him cum, suppressing her gag reflex and trying to stay quiet.

"I'm almost there, Cat." Nick's fist twisted in her hair and he pushed her down further onto his cock, something he'd never done before. Cat began to panic, her lungs begging for air. Nick's cock plunged painfully deep into her and he came, hard. She felt like he was going to drown her, holding her there until he was done. Her eyes were streaming and thick saliva threatened to choke her as she released him. She retched silently into the napkin. Ugh. This was why she avoided giving head. Cat cleaned her face up as much as she could and light headed from oxygen deprivation on top of the drink, she tried valiantly to get back in her seat unobtrusively.

They headed home, Nick making it obvious en route that he was by no means done for the night. She sat there with her flushed, sticky, messed up face, feeling like a total slut. Nick was on such a high that it was infectious.

“You are going to get fucked so hard tonight, Caitlin Williams!”

"I should fucking think so." She replied, her hand on her hip, trying to decide if she wanted more wine.

"Bend over the end of the sofa."

Cat hesitated slightly. This was a command and there was a hard edge to his expression. She didn't have time to decide how she felt about that though because he moved towards her like he was going to put him there himself. She reached for his crotch and he slapped her hand away. Her mouth was a little O of surprise and reflexively, she dropped her gaze. He grabbed her wrists and bent her over. Being short, Cat couldn't keep her feet on the floor, rendering her completely helpless. Nick freed himself and it dawned on her that he was just going to fuck her. No foreplay, not even a kiss. Her pussy throbbed in fear, her nipples hard against her bra and her breath coming short.

And he hadn't done anything[i/].

Yet.

He gripped her wrists and then just plunged into her. Normally he would take her gradually, gently and give her pussy time to adjust. Cat whimpered in pain as he bottomed out and just kept fucking going. Her stricken cunt clamped down on him like a vice, making everything worse. Cat squealed and squirmed but it was utterly futile.

Nick pounded into her, slamming her into the sofa like a rag doll. She yelped at every thrust even as her pussy flooded with heat. He ground his dick her as deep as it would go and Cat looked round at him, crying and wailing. Her g spot shattered into a million pieces and she came so hard on him that she shrieked.

He started playing with her clit and Cat was rendered incoherent, riding wave after wave of multiple orgasm like she hadn't done since she was a horny teen with nothing to do but masturbate. Her small, lithe body spasmed uncontrollably until she was limp and unresisting. Nick chose that moment to skewer her viciously and erupt into her. No holding back so he didn't hurt her, he ground himself as deep as he could go.

The next thing she remembered, they were in bed. He had his arms tight around her, his new possessiveness echoed as he slept. Cat drifted off again.

When she opened her eyes again it was morning. Nick was lying there in repose, looking nothing like the man who had fucked her last night. Cat moved gingerly. Her throat hurt, her wrists hurt and her pussy was a fucking ruin. What the hell had got into him last night? Suddenly she didn't want to lay beside him anymore. Cat pulled on her cute Game of Thrones dressing gown that read, 'not today' and made herself an espresso, which she drank in the garden. Sitting on the wooden garden chair was not fun.

 

[DanFS]

Nick awoke slowly, and turned over, realising after a few seconds that the familiar warmth and softness of Cat’s body wasn’t next to him.
He lay there – waiting for his mind to join his body in the waking world, and images came to him of last night.
He saw the image of Cat sliding under the table at the Restaurant, and taking him in hand (and mouth). That memory alone was going to be one he would treasure for the rest of his life!
Then his mind flashed to the dominant way he took her over the sofa-arm when they got home.
He was not usually so forceful with her, preferring instead to share the decisions on how they made love together.

He then recalled seeing her tear-stained face as she turned to him over her shoulder, in mid-squeal as he plunged into her again, as he felt her internal muscles grip his length with a strength he rarely felt from her, during their normal lovemaking.

Although he initially felt bad at causing her pain, which he now realised he had, her body had betrayed her – he also knew she got off on it too.
It wasn’t just him, that experienced that rush, as he took her body with such abandon.
The sight of her tiny, lithe body bouncing uncontrollably against the sofa fabric had done something to him, that he hadn’t felt before.
It was like flicking a switch. He had been turned on like never before.

He lay there for a while, thinking Cat would emerge from the Bathroom, and he would be able to apologise to her for the way he acted last night.
He realised that it had been the discussion about the baby, again, which had frustrated him.
It wasn’t outright anger, but more a frustration that something he though had been agreed between them had resurfaced again.
Nick did not think he was being unreasonable, but then he was sure Cat would not think she was either…

After five minutes, and no Cat, he went to investigate, and finding the Bathroom clear, pulled on a pair of shorts, and wandered downstairs.
She wasn’t in the Kitchen either, but sat out on the Patio on one of the wooden chairs, sipping an espresso.
That would explain the alluring smell of coffee he now detected.
He put a pod into the machine and made himself an espresso too, it might just wake him up, after last night’s exertions!

Once it was ready, he wandered out to join Cat and placed his cup onto the small table between the chairs, before leaning down to kiss her.
“Morning Cat!” He breathed into her ear.

All he got in reply was a steely glare.
He sipped his coffee and tried again.

“Morning babe. How are you feeling this morning?”
That was when he noticed the ‘Not Today’ Game of Thrones robe she was wearing.
She wasn’t happy, it seemed!
Nick tried once more – wondering if he had hurt her more than he thought…

“I’m sorry if I hurt you last night Cat – but I was just so turned on by you, you were so bloody sexy - I just wanted to give you something more than usual….and you seemed to be up for it, by the way you were leading me on!
Can't you even at least say ‘Good Morning’, and we can talk about it?”

 

[BillieWagadagger]

Leading him on? She hadn't had time to lead him on! Nick had bent her over the sofa as soon as they got through the bloody door.

"Can't you at least say 'good morning' and we can talk about it?"

"Morning," She replied icily. 'Good' was a matter of opinion. Cat had finished her coffee, so she went back inside to the kitchen and poured herself some water. She didn't have a hangover as such but she wasn't exactly feeling her best. By the time she returned to the garden, she had decided what she was going to say to him.

"I don't know what the hell got into you last night but I feel like I've gone ten rounds with Ron fucking Jeremy." Cat hissed. "You never said what you were going to do, or asked me if it was OK." Nick as per was completely bloody inscrutable. In Cat's estimation he should at the least be apologetic. "If this is what happens when I give you head Nick, you'll be fucking lucky to ever get it again!" Cat then realised that she was raising her voice about their sex life in middle of the back garden. She dialled it down but there was no less venom in her tone. "You hurt me last night, Nick... not only that but my throat and wrists are still sore and I feel like I've been kicked in the cunt."

Suddenly Cat didn't even want to hear his reply. She just couldn't watch the bastard try to justify last night.

They didn't get to spend a weekend together that often, so Nick knew he was well and truly in the doghouse when she spoke again. Cat couldn't even look at him while she was aching all over because of what he'd done to her. She needed him out of her face while she tried to process just what the hell had happened to her gentle, generous lover of a husband.

"It's a beautiful day. Why don't you go and play golf." Nick had a membership he generally took advantage of when he had downtime but she was working. Quite a few of the other officers played golf. Nick's apologetic expression hardened.

"Well if the alternative is to listen to you bitch about something you clearly thoroughly enjoyed, I think I will." Cat gasped, he was sneering now... mocking her. She blushed with shame as she recalled how her body had responded to his treatment of her. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was supposed to be a fucking feminist! Her stupid pussy actually throbbed painfully at the fresh humiliation.

Before she could pull together any kind of reply, Nick grabbed his coffee cup and walked into the house without a backward glance. She heard him head for the shower. Usually when they had a weekend together Cat would cook breakfast but today Nick could go fuck himself with a bloody umbrella. There was no way Cat could have eaten anyway, her stomach was churning. She sat in the garden fuming as he got himself ready, and loaded his car.

All she could think about was him holding her down and then just fucking her. He'd emitted guttural, feral grunts, his huge fist crushing her wrists, forcing her to take him. Cat recalled how hard she had come, trying to fathom out what the fuck was going on with her body. Looking back over her shoulder and seeing Nick's snarling face, edged with total incredulity at how hopelessly turned on she was.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Nick came out into the garden to say goodbye. Cat was flushed and conflicted and he clocked it before she could eye him frostily again. Bastard noticed everything. He went to kiss her goodbye but Cat moved to offer him her cheek. Nick laughed in her face and then gave her a deep kiss, invading her mouth possessively in much the same way had had taken her last night, tipping her head back. She squirmed and protested but her hardening nipples against the bathrobe gave her away. Nick pinched one playfully just to make his point. Cat gasped.

"You twisted little bitch." he chuckled, before strolling off to see his friends.

Cat ran a bath and sat there contemplatively. Bruises were blossoming on her wrists and her inner thighs. She shaved her underarms and legs. Normally she would have shaved her pussy too but it was swollen and sore, so she didn't dare. Cat wasn't about to lacerate it on top of everything else! She kept her pussy bare. Cat didn't have the time, patience or artistic flair to do anything else. She washed and conditioned her hair, then wrapped herself in towels. It was summer and she was going to have to wear long sleeves! Cat applied the gradual tan moisturiser that gave her skin a light golden glow - as opposed to being snow white with blue veins. She walked around the bedroom naked while it soaked in, picking out denim shorts and a tight black vest top with red cherries on it. Beneath that she had a seamless t-shirt bra and thong set in black with little roses on. They were light and summery but the trade off was that they did nothing to disguise her nipples if she got turned on. Over that she put a sheer, floaty black top on that she had bought as a cover-up for the beach. Cat had silver and garnet jewellery that Nick had bought her and she put on a stacked pair of sandals. She added her five minute face, complete with read lippy, and began to feel like herself again.

Cat texted her best friend, asking what she was up to that day. They arranged to meet for lunch. Cat elected to get out of the house and drive into town. The sofa was giving her PTSD!

 

[DanFS]

Nick couldn’t believe Cat was blaming him for the great sex they both enjoyed last night.
Sure, he had been a bit more forceful than usual, but she had loved it!
He supposed it was because of his Police work, you became very good at reading people.
Cat had some kind of guilt trip over it, and maybe felt like she had ruined her ‘good little girl’ reputation.
Apparently good girls don’t enjoy rough sex!

The way she came alive under him was amazing. She had never been that responsive before.

As he went back into the Garden after he’d dressed, to kiss her goodbye, thinking she may have mellowed a little, but discovering she hadn’t, she turned her cheek to him, as he went to kiss her.
Nick just laughed at her pathetic attempt to transfer the guilt onto him, and kissed her on the lips anyway, hard, and tipped her head way back to make it easier for him to do.

As he stood back up, he saw that her nipples were plainly as hard as bullets!
He couldn’t resist reaching out and twisting one of them, to make the point, that he knew.
Her shocked and slightly pained gasp was reward enough.

Just as he was about to get into his car, his mate Andy pulled up at the end of the Driveway.
“No sense in both of us driving, mate!” He shouted through the open window cheerfully. “Since you are able to escape for some golf, I can drive us both, so you can have a couple of beers!”
“Cheers, Andy! You’re a great Mate!” Nick shouted back, and unloaded his golf-bag with clubs and trolley from his own car into Andy’s Skoda Estate car. OK, so it wasn’t as classy as a Beemer, but on a copper’s salary, they couldn’t afford one, and the Skoda had a boot the size of a small country!

Without another thought for Cat, Nick settled into the passenger seat and shut the door and away they went.
The weather had been good, a slight breeze, to keep the worst of the heat off, but glorious sunshine to make the Summer’s day of golf very pleasant.
To top it all, Andy said - there was a competition on, and one of the other guys had called off, saying he had a migraine, so, since Nick knew all the other guys, they offered him the spot, so it would be tournament play, rather than just him and Andy.
To make it even better, as Nick hadn’t played for a while he was dreading having a terrible round, but it seemed he could do no wrong.
Only a couple of bad shots for the whole match, which the other team lost with two holes to go, so to be on the winning side made his day especially sweet.

He had been out in the sun for quite a few hours and had noticeably caught the sun, as his browning skin testified.

Back in the Clubhouse, the beer started to flow, as the victors commiserated with the vanquished and celebrated their win, with tales of the shots other players had missed, and Nick’s own narrow miss of a hole-in-one, which seemed so unlikely, until he admitted his wayward tee shot had ricocheted off a tree way off the green, taken a lucky bounce and rolled just past the hole.
The lads all ordered dinner and ate together – enjoying the camaraderie and fine weather, and the fact they were all together which was increasingly rare as they had mostly now been living with partners and wives, which dictated that they had other responsibilities now.

So, It was quite late, when Nick arrived home. He didn’t feel drunk. Maybe a little ‘happy’, but not drunk.
Besides, he had to work a shift on Monday.

He could see the lights on, and guessed Cat was curled up in front of the TV.
After hauling his golf bag & trolley into the Garage, he went inside.
“Hi babe – I’m back!” He said cheerily, almost forgetting the circumstances under which he left, that morning.

As predicted, Cat was curled up in front of the TV with a glass of wine, watching some ‘chick-flick’ movie, it seemed.
She cast him a glance he found hard to read, and simply replied “Hi.” She then returned her attention to the TV.
Then Nick reflected on this morning.
At least Cat wasn’t wearing the ‘Not Today’ robe!
As it was so warm, she had changed into her cute and hot, seamless t-shirt bra and thong set in black with little roses on.

Nick walked over and tried to kiss her, to see how the land lay.

She allowed him to kiss her on the cheek, but when he tried to kiss her lips, she placed her hand between them.

“I haven’t forgotten you know.” She glared at him.
“Neither have I” he replied. “I really enjoyed today’s Golf with the guys. We won our tournament!”
“Uh huh. She replied, with no emotion in her voice.

“Let me make you feel good.” He offered, reaching out for her shoulders, intending to give her a massage.
As he touched her, she cringed, and he paused.
“Oh, Come on! We both know you and I both enjoyed last night, even if I left you a bit sore. You have never been that responsive during sex before. You were like a woman possessed!

"You told me last night - to keep going as you were enjoying being fucked hard!"
All he got back from her was a stare.
“I get that you’re guilty – after all, ‘Good girls, aren’t supposed to enjoy rough & dirty sex’.
She still stared at him. He didn’t get it…she obviously wanted it, maybe this was a new ploy…playing ‘hard to get’, to make him hotter for her?

"What kind of Husband would I be, if I didn't give you what you want, just because you're embarrassed to ask for it!? And why did you blow me in the Restaurant if you didn’t want spontaneous sex? You’ve never done that before!"

She said nothing.
Not. A. Word.
Just stared, open mouthed, at him.

“OK, I need a drink. I’ll be in the Office.”
The Office was the other spare bedroom, apart from the one where they stored clothes they weren’t wearing very often. The Office was the smaller guest bedroom, which they had put a desk, chair and laptop, as well as a filing cabinet.

Nick stopped in the Kitchen and got the bottle of Scotch, and poured himself a finger of it into a glass.
He was horny. Again.
The sight of Cat in that cute little underwear combo had got him hard, and now she didn’t want any attention, he felt frustrated.
Somehow – the fact she had been a little aloof, and hadn’t even spoken to him, made him even hotter.
Maybe this ‘hard to get’ thing was working?
He took a sip and flopped into the leather high-backed chair, turned on the laptop, and browsed to a porn site. He need relief, and if she wasn’t going to help him, he’d have to take himself in hand, just like the old days.

Nick then has a paranoid thought.
‘What if she had stopped taking her birth control pills?’
As he gets up from the seat to go to the kitchen, his mind continues with:
‘Desperate women do irrational things – I need to check’.
He rummages in the cupboard and finds her pills, and checks them, and it seems she has taken today’s dose.

He breathes a sigh of relief, but the spectre of that doubt gnaws at him, as he watches some porn, and after a while, having taken quite a few sips of the Scotch, he finds himself cock-in-hand, watching a scene with a petite redhead (not unlike Cat) in sexy black lingerie and stockings, on her front, deep-throating a guy, whilst another guy is commanding her to ‘take it deeper, slut!’ and ‘use your tongue on the head’.
After she takes one load of cum in her mouth, greedily taking it all down her throat, she bends over the chair, and the other guy steps into shot.
He steps in behind her and slides his cock into her pussy, and gives her a few strokes of his cock, before the woman sighs and says:
“Take me in the ass!”
This gets Nick really hard and he watches mesmerised, as he sees something he can only dream of.
Cat has previously made it abundantly clear that her ass is off-limits.

Although – having said that – before last night, she had never blown him in public, ever.
In fact she sometimes gave him oral, but never swallowed his cum, even when they were home.
He had wished she would…it would make the whole experience so much more pleasurable!
She loved oral herself, which he was more than happy to give her.


As Nick is stroking himself, he suddenly thinks that Cat is his wife.
She promised on their wedding day, to 'love, honour & obey' him!
He needs attention, and she should give it to him.

He had previously discarded his trousers and underwear, and drained his Scotch, so he switches off the laptop, and saunters into the Living Room, his cock swaying as he walks.

“Baby – I need you.” He says. Something in his voice warns her he is serious and will not be dissuaded.
Cat looks over from the TV, and her eyes widen in shock.
“Nick?! What the hell? What on earth are you doing? You’re drunk. Go to bed!”

He can see the mix of shock, fear and disgust in her expression, and rather than being discouraged, he just sees it as more of a ploy, to turn him on.

“Caitlin Williams – you promised me on our wedding day, to 'love, honour & obey' me! Now I’m telling you I need you. More specifically – I need you to take care of this cock with your pretty little mouth!”

Cat’s stare of incredulity quickly fades into a mask of fear, as Nick strides across the room, and grasping her by the wrist, he pulls her off the sofa, onto the floor, where she sprawls, looking up at him in horror.

“What has got into you, Nick? You’re drunk. Go to bed, and sleep it off!”
She then raises her hands to defend herself as he reaches down and grabs her under the armpit, and pulls her upright, before shaking his dick at her.
“I want you to suck my dick, now!” He almost roars at her. His emotional and logical brain is somewhere in the background, but his sex brain is convinced she wants this, and has been setting this scenario up all day.

He can see tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and grabs her by the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her red locks, before taking a half-step forward and pressing his cock-head against her full lips.
“No! Nick, please don’t do this!” She begs.
“I know you want it. I bet if I reach down between your legs, your cunt will be wet!”
He can now plainly see her erect nipples poking through her black t-shirt bra. Further reinforcing his impression she wants to be fucked hard, again.
It never occurred to him that she was genuinely terrified over this change in his character and was still sore from last night.

He shoved her roughly back down to the floor, and before she could even protest, leant down, and thrust his hand down the front of her thong, and feeling her pussy lips were moist, he retorted, with a sneer “See – your cunt is sopping wet, my little slut!”

He had never called her a slut before, but it seemed to empower him, and with her cowering on the floor before him
Encouraged him to re-enact the scene he had just watched, at least in part.

He reached for her again, and she tried to scramble away from his grasp, but he had a strong grip on her ankle, and pulled her back towards him, as she feebly kicked at him and tried to break free.

“Nick, No!” She cried out.
“I know you want this, Cat. Now suck me!”
He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up onto her knees, before slapping her cheek. As she opened her mouth to gasp in pain, he stepped forward and jammed his full erection between her lips.
Her panicked gasp as she fought for breath, as he plunged into her mouth just spurred him on.
He had one hand in her hair and pulled her head toward him, forcing his length into her hot, wet mouth.

Her eyes had gone wide and her mascara had started to run as he plundered her mouth, amidst the little gulping noises she made. He could feel her throat pulsing around his cock, and he pulled her off his cock, as he realised she needed to breathe.

After a gasping breath, she cried “Nick, please, no!”
Nick just shook his head replying “God you’re so hot, when you roleplay, Cat! How did you know I wanted you to be the reluctant whore for me?!”

He rammed it back between her lips.
“Remember Slut, no teeth, or I punish you severely!”
After a few moments of pulling and pushing her head on and off his cock, he realised she was doing the motion on her own.

He let go of her head and stood there looking down on her, with his hands on his hips groaning with pleasure as she throated him, making gurgling and small choking noises. Every now and again, she would raise up for a quick breath, but as he reached for her head again, she would continue deep-throating him. There were several strands of her droll, hanging from her lips, and a few had dropped to her bra top, and a few more had dripped to the carpet, but Nick was beside himself with pleasure.

After a while, she raised up off his cock, and gasping for breath begged him to stop.
“Nick, I beg you please….no more!”

Nick just reached forward and pinched her jaw to force her mouth open, as he rammed himself back inside.
He outburst just heightened his arousal even further.
As he gazed into her eyes, he saw them open really wide, as she fought her gag reflex yet again.
Her throat was fluttering on his cock, and he felt like he was close to cumming.
Suddenly, Cat’s eyes started to roll back into her head, and she started thrashing about.

Nick realised she needed to urgently breathe again, and as he withdrew, she coughed and a lot of spit and pre-cum landed on the carpet, as she drew huge gulps of air.
He then flipped her over onto her front, with her face against the side of the chair, as her body fought for air, he ripped her tiny thong from her body, the tearing fabric audible even over her gasps for air.

He looked at her ass, with the tiny pucker flexing, and saw his chance.
Cat had become almost a dead-weight, so he wrapped an arm under her and supporting her weight, pulled her towards his cock and pressed it against her puckered asshole.

Cat was almost unconscious, at this point, but she was aware enough to try and get way, but to no avail.

A patient lover, would have taken their time, and allowed their partner to relax at every stage of the penetration, to ensure they were comfortable before proceeding further.
Nick was not a patient lover.

Her scream of pain, as he forced himself into her tight anus, was muffled by the carpet and side of the chair, but he had her pinned there and he took her roughly, with his pleasure being his only concern.
He moved her body as if she were a rag-doll, and buried himself continually inside her virgin ass.
His free hand spanked her hard, on each ass cheek, until they glowed red.
Her muffled cries and gasps told one story.
As Nick saw, her dripping pussy told another.
Her body had betrayed her again.

He reached down and played with her clit, which was protruding from her lips, at full arousal. He could feel her ass gripping and releasing his cock in time with his thrusts.
The sounds she was making had now changed to gasps and moans of pleasure and grunting.
He reamed her ass mercilessly, and before long felt his orgasm approaching.

As he started to shoot inside her, his breathing ragged with the effort, she screamed “Fuck!” so loudly he heard her clearly, even with the muffling effect of the carpet and chair, and her ass fluttered its grip along his cock.
Even after last night’s exertions, he had never come so hard before.
He buried himself once more and felt his contractions start to abate.

As he pulled out - he jerked the last few drops of his cum onto her exposed burning pink ass, and dropped her onto the floor. He wiped his slick fingers on her ass.

As he left the room, Cat lay there, a sobbing mess.
Nick’s cum in and on, her burning ass, as he stumbled upstairs for a shower…

 

[BillieWagadagger]

Cat loved the Albion. It was a rural escape tucked away not far from the town. They had chickens, a large garden, grew some of their own produce and the food was great; rustic without being pretentious about it. She had a small glass of pinot with lots of ice and soda, while her best friend, Isabelle, who wasn't driving, sipped a large G&T. They had shared some calamari, halloumi fries and a crisp side salad.

Isabelle was Cat's oldest, bestest friend. When they started secondary school together, they were the two tiniest kids in the whole place and in the same form as well. Isabelle had sidled up to Cat while they were deciding where to sit on the first day and said, "Will you be my friend?" and the rest was history. Izzy worked as a care assistant, so they had a lot of common ground.

Cat had spent over an hour trying to figure out how to bring up Nick's behaviour... but she found she just couldn't do it. Maybe it was just the stress Nick was under or something?

Yeah, sit there making excuses for your abusive shit of a husband. Izzy would really applaud that.

He wasn't even fucking sorry! He thought she was being unreasonable for objecting to him hurting her. Yes, she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it more than she would ever have expected... but that didn't excuse him. He couldn't have predicted her body's reaction and had she hated every second he still wouldn't have stopped. He accused her of leading him on, when all she tried to do was something he'd specifically said he wanted. How was that a blanket invite to fuck her like that?

"Ok, what is it?" Izzy asked, suddenly.

"What?" Cat couldn't meet her gaze.

"Whatever you're not bloody saying. This is me Cat, you know you can tell me anything."

Cat sighed. "Look, i thought there was a thing but now I've had time to think about it, I'm not really sure there is at all. I should really be talking to Nick about this."

"What's he done?" Isabelle couldn't help it, those two were sickeningly happy and he was gorgeous. She couldn't wait for the day Cat admitted Nick was less than perfect.

Cat thought for a moment. "He's been stupid and selfish but I'm hoping that's all it is."

"I did wonder why he was golfing on your day off." Izzy observed. "OK, well far be it from me to actually do my job as best friend and reassure you that he's a bastard. They all are."

For the first time Cat's face fell but she folded her arms across her chest defensively.

"He's really upset you hasn't he?" Izzy gave her a hug, ignoring Cat's closed body language. Cat hugged her back and then strove to compose herself.

Cat forced herself to smile brightly. "i'm sure everything will be fine."

"I'm sure it will be too. He's a good man. If for any reason it's not though, you are always welcome at mine."

~xXx~​

Cat returned home and did some housework, still turning things over in her mind. She didn't expect Nick home for dinner and couldn't bring herself to text him. Instead she cooked up a massive pasta bake and portioned it up in the fridge and freezer for work.

She washed up, then sat in front of the telly with a glass of wine. Watching the rom-com that happened to be on just made Cat more conscious of Nick's departure from loving husband to sexual tyrant. Her pussy was still sore but it was a dull throb now rather than deep ache. The weather was boiling hot, so Cat sat in her underwear, her eye drawn to the bruises circling her wrists whenever she reached for her glass or the remote. What the hell was she going to do at work on Monday, when she had to wear short sleeves and just her wedding rings?

Bastard.

When the bastard in question finally showed up, Cat greeted him coolly. Nick was his usual self, as though last night hadn't happened. He genuinely didn't think it was a big fucking deal!

Bastard.

“I haven’t forgotten you know.” She glared at him.
“Neither have I” he replied. “I really enjoyed today’s Golf with the guys. We won our tournament!”
“Uh huh. She replied, with no emotion in her voice.

“Oh, Come on! We both know you and I both enjoyed last night, even if I left you a bit sore. You have never been that responsive during sex before. You were like a woman possessed!

"You told me last night - to keep going as you were enjoying being fucked hard!"

Cat gasped. She had no recollection of saying any such thing. She had had a few drinks though and she had been so... aroused. Was it possible? Had she really fucking said that? Jesus, no wonder he just expected her to be fine with him. She genuinely had never cum so hard and at the end she had been incoherent. She flushed with fresh shame and embarrassment.

Fired up by the booze and his victory, Nick tried of course tried it on. He reached out for her shoulders and Cat tensed, still jumpy after last night.

“I get that you’re guilty – after all, ‘Good girls, aren’t supposed to enjoy rough & dirty sex’." His smile twisted into something more sinister, mocking her. "What kind of Husband would I be, if I didn't give you what you want, just because you're embarrassed to ask for it!? And why did you blow me in the Restaurant if you didn’t want spontaneous sex? You’ve never done that before!"

Back to that blowjob again. How the hell did that justify everything else in his fucked up man-logic? Cat just stared at him. So this was still all her fucking fault, was it?

Bastard.

She didn't trust herself to reply because she was going to fucking scream at him, he'd been drinking and he was horny. Just one day post abuse and Cat was calculating risk like this. She was utterly livid... and heartbroken.

“OK, I need a drink. I’ll be in the Office.”

Cat exhaled in relief as he left the room. She took a long pull on her wine, ended up finishing the glass and then refilled it. She sat in front of the TV, not watching anything. Maybe she should just go to bed?

“Baby – I need you.” Cat looked up to see a half naked Nick approaching her. He smelled of whiskey and he was staring her down.

“Nick?! What the hell? What on earth are you doing? You’re drunk. Go to bed!”

“Caitlin Williams – you promised me on our wedding day, to 'love, honour & obey' me! Now I’m telling you I need you. More specifically – I need you to take care of this cock with your pretty little mouth!” Without even waiting for her to comply, Nick grabbed her and threw her to the floor. The fresh shock had her paralysed. He jammed his cock against her face. “I know you want it. I bet if I reach down between your legs, your cunt will be wet!” He did exactly that and Cat was horrified when he discovered he was right. She moaned as he invaded her battered pussy, only half in pain. Her nipples were chafing against her bra. “See – your cunt is sopping wet, my little slut!”

He smacked her across the face, kicking Cat's adrenaline level up another gear. Everything was heightened. Nick slammed himself into her throat, his hands twisted in her hair. He pulled her off of him as she was about to pass out and she hung from his fist, inhaling saliva.

“Remember Slut, no teeth, or I punish you severely!” He snarled as he plunged back in.

Nick flipped her over and tore her thong from her body. Cat cowered against the chair, hoping fervently that he wasn't going to take too long because she was really sore.

Then he pushed his dick against her arsehole. She bucked and squirmed like a scalded cat but there was nowhere for her to go. The saliva and precum coating him allowed Nick to take her with ease, smacking his whole length into her. Cat's virgin arse had no time to adjust, causing a hundred tiny lacerations that stung like hell. She didn't even bother telling him to stop. What was the point?

He took her hard and fast, the precum coating him evaporating in moments to cause her a burning pain. Not content with that, Nick spanked her as well, her fair skin flaming. Nick then reached down and started playing with her clit - which was as sore as her cunt. He jammed his fingers hard against her, causing her to yelp and buck with pain but she was grinding as well, utterly lost. The orgasm when it came made her scream 'fuck!' as her whole body went into meltdown, augmented by the adrenaline rush of being fucked so violently. Cat's body convulsed around him and then Nick was coming too, rutting and roaring like a feral beast.

He pulled out and came on her arse. Kat collapsed, shaking and sobbing. He wiped his hand on her backside and just left her there. No carrying her limp body to bed this time. She heard the shower running. Kat drained her wineglass and then staggered up the stairs. He exited the bathroom just as she got there, tipped her head up to face him and ended up with his hand around her throat. His voice was low and mocking as he stared her down.

"Now... I don't want to hear any more shit about what you think you like." Nick sneered. Then he went to bed, just lying on the sheet naked, as it was too hot for anything else.

Cat carefully washed herself with tepid water and brushed her teeth. She was too exhausted and drained to even begin processing what happened. She just curled up next to Nick and fell into a deep sleep.

 

[DanFS]

Sunday Morning

Nick wakes early on the Sunday Morning, and it is a beautiful day outside.
There is barely a cloud in the sky!

He goes to the Kitchen, leaving Cat sleeping.
He runs through yesterday again in his mind, the golf with Andy and the guys, the victory, the many beers and laughs they shared, and culminating in the most amazing sex he and Cat enjoyed last night.
She played the subservient woman perfectly! He could feel how wet she was, and it seems the rougher he is with her, the more she likes it.
He reflects on how – with her career as a Nurse, she must be seen as having a character beyond reproach, and if it means that what they do behind closed doors bothers her, then he will have to help her to enjoy their sex life to its fullest extent.

He is the Husband, so it is his role to lead…so he will, and she will follow.

He makes a pot of coffee and waits for Cat to wake and come downstairs for her morning coffee.
He makes a phone call while he waits and then settles back in the garden seat in the sun, enjoying the early morning warmth.

Once there, he pours her a cup, just how she likes it, and cooks a simple breakfast for them both, omelette & toast.
As she has been such a wonderful and compliant wife, he feels he should look after her today.

As they sit across the breakfast table, he has an idea.

“Babe – as it’s such a nice day, shall we have a barbecue and invite some friends?
I was thinking you’d probably want to invite your friend Isabelle and her new man….what’s his name?”

Nick nods, when Cat says his name. “Ahh, yes, that’s it!”
Nick then continues with “We could also invite some others, if you want, we haven’t seen your parents in a while. I wonder if they’d like to come over? I could even pick them up and take them back after, so your Dad could have a few beers, and really relax! I know he liked that Chili relish we had with the steaks last time they came over, and I can easily make some more.”

He can see the surprised expression on her face.
“Cat – I just want to thank you for the last couple of days. You have been a fantasy wife for me, and we’ve done some things that we’ve only ever talked about before, and some other things we haven’t even spoken about, I’m so thankful you just went with the flow. You never once asked me to stop, and I love you so much for that.”

Nick’s mind played back last night when he had Cat limp as a rag doll, as he railed in and out of her virgin ass, as she just hung wordlessly from his arm, as he drove forcefully into her, again and again.
This is how he missed the look of shock and surprise which crossed her face.

As he felt himself start to harden, he decided to ask her something else.
“Would you like me to give you a massage? I can give you a backrub & footrub, whilst you sunbathe if you want?”

He quickly leans over to peck her on the cheek, and sits back into his chair, watching her, waiting for her answer.

 

[BillieWagadagger]

As they both worked shifts, a couple of years ago Cat had got Nick to install a blackout blind. It helped her sleep but meant she had no notion of the time of day when she woke. The room was oppressively hot now the August sun was in the sky. Cat stirred gently, the pain in her body reminding her of what happened last night and rousing her to an instant state of total alertness, like a crash bell had gone off. Nick wasn't in bed with her. Her throat was so sore, she could hardly swallow or speak. Her right hip and knee were bruised where Nick had thrown her to the ground, her neck ached and even her scalp smarted from being pulled around by her hair. Her pussy was recovering slowly but her poor arsehole... It was incredibly painful. Cat got slowly and carefully to her feet. She pulled on a vest top and some shorts and made her way downstairs.

Nick had made coffee and was in the garden. Cat perched very gingerly on the edge of the garden chair and tried to get some water down her throat. Nick made her a coffee but Cat then had to wait until it was tepid before she even tried to drink it. He was fussing around her for a change, cooking omelette and not meeting her gaze.

What the fuck was he up to now?

Cat ate the omelette but left the toast, which was too painful to eat. It was obvious from her short, hoarse responses that her throat was a mess. Nick either deliberately didn't notice or simply didn't care.

When he suggested a BBQ Cat raised a brow. Usually they would plan something like that in advance to be sure people came. Cat simply nodded her assent. Anything was better than being alone with him all day, based on recent events.

He talked about her being a fantasy wife for him and Cat's knuckles whitened around the handle of her coffee cup. 'Never once told him to stop?' How could he be serious with that shit? She did not reply, 'I love you too.' How could she?

She shook her head at the offer of a back rub. She just wanted him to leave her the hell alone. She ached all over.

"Ok, that would be nice." Cat ventured. It would be nice to see her parents and Issy, who had met some bloke called Danny.

 

[DanFS]

Nick sat back in his seat and sipped his coffee.
He guessed Cat had just woken up and was still a bit hazy.
He did, however notice the way she gingerly perched on the seat opposite him.
He wondered if he had been a bit too rough last night, but then when she nodded her assent, he smiled, suitably assured she was perhaps a bit sore from the spanking her cute peachy ass, but she knew the garden seats were hard, so she could have stayed indoors, and sat upon a nice comfortable upholstered dining seat.

“If you’re not up to it, we don’t have to, but as it’s such beautiful weather, I thought it might be nice to spend some of the day with your family and friends. If my parents didn’t live so far away, I’d have asked them too.”

He paused, before adding:
“You’re always saying about how much of a shame it is we don’t have better Summer weather and need to make the most of it! If you don’t want to catch some sun, how about a nice hot bath?”

Nick reflected - she seemed a bit out of sorts. Perhaps just overtired?
She could have asked him to stop at any point, but she had unleashed something within him and he liked it!
He could plainly see that she liked him to take the lead – and to sexually objectify her. She seemed to get off on it, being unable to resist his larger mass, and strength, and when he took her forcefully, her pussy was soaked!
Besides, he could never admit to her he might have been in the wrong.
No, that just wasn’t done!

Surely – if she didn’t want it, or wanted him to stop – she would have said ‘No!’, or screamed at him, but she never had.

“Look, I’ll go and run a bath for you, and put one of those bath bombs in it too. Just soak in it, for a while, take a couple of Ibuprofen, if you’re a bit sore, and wait a couple of hours? I’m happy to call your parents and Izzy and start prepping for later?”
Nick offered – hoping she’d become a little more enthusiastic once she had soaked in the tub, with a glass of water and some painkillers.

As he got up to start running her bath, he turned to her and added “You know I love you more than anything, don’t you? Just as I know you love me too. You are my world, Baby.”
He reached out a gently stroked her hair, before walking off towards the house to start running the bath for her.

Once the water was running, and he had thrown one of the fizzy raspberry bath bombs she liked into it, he closed the bathroom door and sat on the stairs, and dialled her parent’s number.
Nick had always enjoyed a good relationship with her parents. Her mother in particular, had welcomed him into their home, from the time he and Cat first started dating.
Cat’s father was a little more cautious, in the way most fathers are, when their little girl brings home a new man.
Eventually Nick won him over, mostly, because they both played golf, and they knew he occasionally cooked for her, which apparently not many men do.

Nick had gone to great lengths to woo her, and had taken her to Barcelona, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Venice, before they married, and only last year, they had flown out to California to spend two weeks on a road trip, which he had confessed to her he had harboured the idea of doing since his teenage years.
They had planned it together and visited several places they both had on their ‘Bucket lists’.

Cat was so happy when they returned, from that trip, more so than all the others, that in her parents’ eyes, Nick could do no wrong.

Cat’s father answered the phone, to which Nick replied:
“Hi Dad! Cat and I decided to have an impromptu BBQ this afternoon, and wondered if you and Mum wanted to come over?”
After a moment, Cat’s father replied in the affirmative, since all dutiful husbands will always seek the consent of their wife, who as Social Secretary, among all the other roles she fulfils, demands to be able to put everything of even the slightest importance in her diary!

Nick followed up:
“I can come and pick you up, if you want to have a few beers, so you don’t have to worry about driving…?”

That sealed the deal. Cat’s mother wasn’t all that keen on taking taxis, for some reason, but if Nick was driving, then she was happy. He agreed to collect them well in advance of the BBQ, so they could settle in, relax and enjoy the fine weather, which had been forecast for later.

He hung up and checked on the bath water. It was a little on the hot side, but he thought Cat would be OK with that.
He turned off the taps and went back out into the garden to tell her it was ready.

Cat had retreated back inside the house, since the sun had gone in, and sat there in just her vest top and shorts, she had grown cold, in the breeze.

“Bath’s ready Babe. Do you want me to pour you a drink to enjoy in there, whilst I start preparing for later?”

He then asked her to call Issy, and invite her and Danny.