Special Release: The Villainess - Chapter 1!

Good evening, everyone!

I have a special treat for you all this evening, outside of my regular release schedule. For the past few months, I have been trading ideas back and forth with another excellent erotica author, and the idea came up of doing a collaboration. 

She very kindly agreed to help me out by co-writing an idea that I have been cooking on the back burner for a long time, and we just finished chapter one.

I am thrilled to announce “The Villainess” a work cowritten by Rabblelaid and Hannah Baird. 

If you haven’t had the pleasure of reading Hannah Baird’s writing yet, I highly recommend it. She has a wonderful talent for writing dark, complex, emotional stories. I was thrilled that she had the time to help me write what will probably be my darkest story to date. 

Please visit Hannah’s Literotica page here and check her out. If the above description intrigued you, you won’t be disappointed. 

One last important note. I mentioned above that it may be my darkest story by the end of the series, and I wasn’t kidding. This story isn’t for the faint of heart! Some parts of it will definitely be too spicy for Patreon. Proceed with caution. 

But, with no further ado, I’m proud to present the first chapter of “The Villainess”!

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Cameron Quaid almost ran his hands through his hair, then realized he was still wearing gloves. He stopped, shook his head, and stripped them off into the garbage can in the nurse's station. 

It had been a long shift. They all had been lately. Ever since the new hospital director arrived with big ideas and fresh energy, it felt like the entire hospital staff had been working overtime. And no one more so than Cameron. Dr. Lang had been a huge inspiration to him ever since nursing school. He had a lot of bold, important ideas about improving access to medicine for low-income communities that Cameron shared, and Cameron had been giddy with excitement when he heard that Dr. Lang was going to be taking over as director of the hospital. He was determined to prove his worth. It had meant a lot of thankless work recently, but if all went well, Dr. Lang would recognize his efforts and promote him to head nurse. 

Well… a guy could dream after all. 

Today was especially important for Cameron’s plan to impress his boss. National Nurse Appreciation Day. It wasn’t something that most nurses took seriously, honestly. Most years, it was only wearily acknowledged with a humorless chuckle about it just being another shift. But administration tended to take this sort of observance seriously, and Cameron was sure that Dr. Lang would take the time to stop by the nurse stations. When he did, he was going to see Cameron running his station efficiently. 

Just as Cameron was thinking about how he was going to impress his new boss, he heard the elevator chime. Shit! That could be him right now! Cameron glanced around the small nurse station for the floor, but everything looked neat and tidy, and his coworkers were on their rounds. In some ways, the situation was ideal. He might have a few minutes to chat alone with Dr. Lang while his co-workers gathered. He had talked with Dr. Lang as often as he could over the past few months since he had taken the directorship, but it was so hard to stand out and make an impression on someone that important! 

Cameron even reached up to smooth his hair as the elevator doors slid open. But his hopeful expression curdled into disbelief when a tall, tall man with bulging muscles stepped off the elevator wearing a tiny white speedo with a conspicuous red cross over the crotch… and nothing else.

What the fuck? 

The sight was so bizarre and incongruous from Cameron’s everyday work life that for a second, he just stood with his mouth agape, too stunned to even react. The barely clothed man looked around, saw Cameron at the nurse station, and approached with a confident smile. 

“You can’t be here,” said Cameron as the muscular man reached the desk, shocked by the man’s proximity. “What are you…? I mean, why did they even let you inside?” he asked nervously. 

“I told them I’m here to deliver a very special message, and they let me right up,” said the grinning man in a low voice. “Is there someone on this floor named Cameron?”

Cameron felt a sudden swelling wave of mortified embarrassment. “Oh no. No, no, no, no. Sir, you have to leave,” he hissed, circling around the desk and grabbing the beefy man by the shoulder. 

But, despite his haste, he was already too late. “Ooooh, who’s this beefcake here for Cameron?” asked Kelly as she popped her smiling head out of one of the rooms. She was one of his fellow nurses, and had an unfortunately keen nose for juicy drama. 

Her voice was also piercing enough to carry all over the hospital floor, and Cameron’s other coworkers were soon also joining them at the central desk. 

“Oh, so you’re Cameron!” said the oiled man happily. “Well, in that case, just sit back and enjoy, my man.” he pulled a little bluetooth speaker out of his bag, which began to play pulsing music. “You have a big, big fan who wants to make sure you celebrate National Nurse Appreciation Day right!” 

“No, thank you,” said Cameron through gritted teeth, feeling his cheeks flush red as even visitors and patients were beginning to look toward the commotion and his coworkers began giggling with each other. “Please leave.” 

“Don’t be that way, big guy,” said the man, already beginning to gyrate. “Your fan told me you are way into this stuff.”

It was just as Kim let out a half-mocking, half-genuine “Woo!” that Cameron heard the elevator ding. He already felt the chill of horror flash through him as he turned toward the elevator. Somehow, he already knew that it would be Dr. Raymond Lang, the man he wanted to impress most in the world. 

And he was right.  

…

“I mean, believe me!” said Dr. Lang, throwing up both of his hands in one of his usual animated movements. “I like a little levity as much as the next guy! Having a little fun is important. We work hard and play hard in this hospital.” 

Ray Lang was a tall, square-jawed man with a well-coiffed shock of thick, pure-white hair, an earnest face, and a handshake like iron. His elbows currently rested on his thick, hardwood desk in his office. 

“But there’s a time and a place, Quaid,” he continued with a rueful grin, “And I think we both know that a hospital ward isn’t the place to indulge yourself in that particular way.”

At this point, Cameron had been so keenly embarrassed for such a long, sustained period that he was almost numb to it. Almost, but not quite. “I agree, Sir,” he said wearily, his eyes on the carpet. “I would never call a stripper to the hospital. I don’t have any interest in male strippers anyway! Someone was playing a prank on…”

Dr. Lang held up a hand. “Listen, Quaid, I get it. Things happen,” he said warmly, but firmly. “But as the supervisor at the time, I expect you to take responsibility for the floor, not make excuses. So what I want to hear from you is ‘this will never happen again’ and leave it at that.” He stared expectantly at Cameron with his sharp, earnest eyes. 

“This will never happen again,” said Cameron, trying to put all the confidence he could muster behind his words. In reality, he had no idea if he could make that promise, because he knew exactly who had sent the stripper-gram to ruin his day, and Cameron had absolutely no control over him. 

This wasn’t the first time that Cameron’s older brother had screwed him over for a laugh, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

…

Cameron drove home in a partial fugue state. Clutching the wheel the entire time, he ground his teeth, a habit he had developed years ago in response to the "playful" bullying of his brother Wyatt. When Cameron saw the stripper emerge from the elevator, he instantly knew who had to have been behind it.  In that moment, Wyatt's mocking laughter had echoed in his head, as if his older brother was right beside him.

But he wasn't. In fact, it had been years since Cameron had seen his brother in person. And it would stay that way if he had anything to say about it. Yet the memories of Wyatt's gleeful taunting, pranks, and smug superiority over the years had left a lasting mark on Cameron's confidence.

In many ways, Bainca had been his saving grace.. From the moment Cameron met her, his issues with his family had felt less aggravating and immediate. She was his refuge from frustration, his unwavering pillar, and his source of daily joy. Cameron was utterly devoted to her in return, and multiple friends had confided to them both that they were jealous of the couple’s loving, close relationship. Bianca provided everything he needed, and, aside from the occasional squabble, their life was one of domesticity and joy. She wanted for nothing because Cameron never hesitated to offer her everything.

Cameron parked and took deep breaths as the garage door rattled shut behind him, trying to calm himself. The frustrations and humiliations of both the past and the present were common topics in their household.  Bianca had heard him complain about his brother hundreds of times before. But she had weathered every one of her husband’s bouts of anger and anxiety, listening to all of his woes with utter sincerity and love. If she was sick of hearing about Cameron’s problems, she had never given any indication of it… but that didn’t mean that he wanted to whine her ear off with petty annoyances every day.

Compared to him, Bianca was steadied, calm, and refined. She had few vices and even fewer traumas. Cameron made it known as much as possible that he would always listen to her and that she didn't need to keep secrets, but she didn’t seem to have much to report. Nothing beyond the normal casual frustrations anyone might have. Still, Cameron made his presence and support fervently known. He never took her happiness for granted, even though she claimed that she never "had anything to hide".

Cameron slid his key into the lock, feeling the teeth gripping it as he unlatched the door and stepped through. Bianca was relaxing on the couch, assembling a puzzle of complex orchids with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. She smiled at Cameron, bright and shining, and he suddenly felt as if all his problems and fears were melting away. Bianca Quaid was a sight to behold. So much so that Cameron sometimes felt jealous at the way other men stared. She was a delicately-featured woman with pale, radiant skin, coal-black hair, and just enough soft, womanly curves on her slim body to draw the eye while still looking elegant. 

Like he had been so many times before, Cameron was stunned for a moment by his wife’s beauty and charm. Setting the wine glass down, she crossed the room with light steps, took him in her arms, and kissed him passionately.

"Cameron Quaid, I missed you terribly!"

"I missed you, too. Life’s a little more gray when I'm away from you."

"You're cheesy. But I love it."

She tapped his nose playfully and turned to walk towards the kitchen, prim and proper, elegant and tall. Without a word, she poured a second glass of wine for her husband. By this point, she could read her husband’s body language and tone like a book, no matter how hard he tried to conceal his struggles. She always knew when something was ailing him. When she returned to her husband’s side, offering him his glass of wine, her eyes were soft and inquisitive. She held her wine glass by the stem and swirled it, the velvety red liquid slowly running down the sides as she nursed it with her full lips.

"Come on. Spill it. I can tell something happened, Cameron."

"It's just...it's work. That's all."

"Now, you and I both know that's absolutely not true."

She walked to their leather couch, and patted it, inviting her husband to come and vent. Cameron sighed deeply and took an experimental sip of the wine. Perfect. Bianca, as always, had fantastic taste.  He knew from experience that he had to be honest. Now that she knew something was wrong, Bianca wouldn’t rest until he told her. Even though it would free him, it was still difficult to admit that he once again needed his wife’s help and sympathy. He sat down and faced her, giving in to her offer of unconditional support.

"Alright. So you know how much I've been trying to impress Dr. Ray. Like, it's super important for me."

Bianca nodded, her green eyes already sympathetic, offering him her complete attention.

"Today I knew that Dr. Ray was going to stop by to check on the stations. I did everything, and I mean everything I could to prepare. Complete perfection, y'know?"

"Of course. No one works harder than you, dear. You have always been nothing but devoted. To me. To work. To improve yourself, I completely get it."

"Yeah. But you see where this is going. Obviously, it got ruined. Because why wouldn't it? There I am, waiting for Dr. Ray at the nurse station, nervous as hell, and out of the elevator walks a male stripper.”

“No!”

 “Honey, I wish I was lying. He shows up wearing nothing but a fucking speedo, sets down one of those annoying Bluetooth speakers, then starts dancing. And you’ll never guess who steps off the same elevator not a minute later, before I can even convince him to leave.”

Bianca winced. “Dr. Ray.”

“I was mortified. Just fucking mortified. There goes weeks of building up my reputation with a man who barely has time in his busy schedule to get to know every member of his staff. Now he’s going to remember me… as the guy who orders male strippers at work. And I'll give you one guess who set up this prank."

"Wyatt."

"Yep. I can’t prove it, of course, but it has to be him. Doctor Asshole MD strikes again. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore. But I was! It was such a brutal, targeted dick move."

Bianca sighed and reached out to squeeze his hand. "Well, I mean... what else can we expect from a horrible man like him? He's always been a dick. I mean, it's nothing new. But regardless, I know how much it hurts you. I get it. I’m sorry you had to deal with that, honey."

"It's just...we're not kids anymore. He needs to stop with the prank bullshit."

Cameron polished his glass of wine off in a long pull, needing something to take the edge off his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was push Bianca away by seeming like a whiner.

"Sorry, I'm getting riled up."

"Honey, it's ok,” said Bianca soothingly, giving his hand a tight, loving squeeze. “ I know how important it is for you to impress your new boss. Seriously. I don't mind listening."

He smiled, still feeling a twinge of guilt for how often he talked his wife’s ear off like this..

"I know. I love that about you."

She set her wine glass down, eyeing him up and down. Her seductive intent was visible across her entire body as she stood. Her back arched lightly, subtly emphasizing her firm breasts beneath her shirt as she ran her hand through her shining raven locks. Her eyes smoldered with affectionate heat as she purred, "Maybe we can do something to… release some of that stress."

"Oh? Well, I could use that." Cameron could feel his interest stirring between his legs. It didn’t matter how frustrated or humiliated he had felt today. An offer of sex from his smoking hot wife always got Cameron’s attention.

"Oh… does my hubby need some tender love and care tonight?  In that case, maybe I could do something, really, really special for you."

Cameron knew exactly what she was offering, and he couldn’t be more on board. There was one thing his wife did for him that never failed to turn a bad day around. "How about you wear that..." he began with a sheepish grin.

Bianca reached out with a slim finger and pressed it firmly to his lips, silencing him. "Say no more. Wait for me in the bedroom. I'll see you there."

Cameron hurried to the bedroom, his mood instantly flipped upside down. Now he was feeling positively gleeful, knowing what was coming next. In a moment, his gorgeous wife was going to emerge from their walk-in closet wearing his favorite outfit. His cock was already diamond-hard, straining against his scrubs.

Every second he waited was agony, and Bianca was well aware of it. A little teasing could go a long way, and Bianca loved to gently tease her husband. But she also knew that a little anticipation could make the payoff that much sweeter… When the closet door opened, Bianca emerged wearing an obsidian-colored latex nurse costume, exaggerated in proportions, impossibly short, and with a steep plunging neckline that showed off her ample chest. She strode confidently forward on enormous red heels, her dainty nurse's cap affixed to her head like a slutty crown. To top things off, she had hastily applied black eyeliner, his favorite, knowing how much he loved the way it looked when it ran down her cheeks.

"Fuck..." Cameron whispered, watching his wife sassily saunter towards the bed. He immediately stood, pure lust and adoration in his eyes.

Bianca looked up at him, her eyes dripping with sexy innocence. She spoke with a coquettish tone, soft and pitched just a touch higher than her usual tone.  She knew her bedroom voice drove him wild every time.

"Gosh, Dr. Cameron, I'm so sorry. I think I made another mistake. Maybe you could help me?"

Cameron smiled widely, running his eyes appreciatively up and down his wife's slutty costume.  She knew exactly how much it turned him on when she acted all submissive like this. When Bianca played nurse, he got to be the Doctor; dominant, powerful, and in complete control. It was the ultimate gift, one that he appreciated from the bottom of his heart. One day, he wanted to make Bianca feel this fulfilled and turned on as well. But for now… he just wanted to enjoy and forget his worries. 

"Oh? So you made a mistake again, Nurse Bianca?” asked Cameron in his stern doctor voice, crossing his arms over his chest in mock annoyance. “How many times has this been?”

She pouted and, with a bratty voice, cooed, "Oh… I guess I’m not sure, Doctor. I lost count."

"You know what? I think naughty little nurses like you deserve punishment."

"But Doctor, I can be a good little nurse! Please!" Bianca clasped her hands in front of her and bent forward just enough to give her husband a perfect view down the front of her skimpy uniform. The look on her face was so forlorn that for a split second, Cameron almost thought she was really pleading with him. Bianca had always been an excellent actress. 

"Did I say that I want a good nurse?” growled Cameron, reaching up to dominantly grab one of her tightly-wrapped breasts. Bianca whimpered and thrust her chest out further, encouraging his touch even as she acted out reluctant arousal to a “t”. “Because I don’t. I want a sexy little fuckup who needs to be punished. Now get on  the bed. Time to get the spanking you deserve, you naughty slut."

Bianca swiftly and smoothly mounted the bed on all fours. As she did, her latex skirt pulled up her thighs, revealing her bare, clean-shaven pussy, already slick with anticipation. Cameron took a moment to run his hand over the soft, warm skin of his wife’s bare ass, savoring the feel against his palm. Then he slapped her plump rear, but not too hard; he wanted to make her flinch, but would never dream of leaving more than the faintest of pink marks on her perfect skin.

"Who's in control?" he asked in a hard voice. 

"You are, Doctor Cameron." Bianca’s response was perfectly delivered in a husky, trembling whisper.

"Good girl."

Another slap. Cameron marveled as he watched his wife’s shapely rear jiggle beneath the tight latex. Bianca favored him with a sultry little moan, wiggling her ass temptingly. 

“Hmmm, it seems like my naughty nurse might be enjoying her punishment,” he mused out loud, taking the opportunity to cup and squeeze his wife’s butt lovingly through the latex. 

“I just can’t help it, Doctor,” moaned Bianca as she arched her back upward, pressing her ass against his groping hand. “I know I should reflect on my mistakes, but when you act this strong and manly, it just does something to me!”

“Well then, I guess I had better work a little harder and really get through to you…” Cameron delivered several more slaps, although despite Bianca’s yelps, he still didn’t hit hard enough to truly redden her pale cheeks. One of his favorite aspects of their little sex game was their tacit agreement that while she remained his nurse, Bianca existed only to pleasure him. He loved making love to his wife, making her cum hard enough to see stars, but as Nurse Bianca, she was his private fuckdoll, no reciprocation necessary. And right now, Cameron knew exactly how he wanted to use his fuckdoll.

“On your feet, nurse,” he said with one last spank. “It’s time for you to show me how sorry you really are.”

Bianca giggled and stood from the bed, biting her lip as her eyes glowed with affectionate arousal. In moments like this, just offering her a soft command was intoxicating. The dominance Bianca allowed during these games was a powerful rush, even feeling better than the physical act he knew was coming. She looked up at him, her eyes wide as she batted her thick eyelashes playfully.

"Well, nurse? What are you waiting for? Or, do you need help?"

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm not very bright."

"Very well. On your knees. Open your mouth, Nurse, and you'll get a big surprise."

She closed her eyes, sank to her knees, and waited as he pulled his stout cock free. It was impressively wide, but modest in length. Cameron used to feel a little self-conscious over his… shortness, but it was one more thing Bianca had helped him to feel less anxious over: his wife said that it was the perfect size for her. He tapped his flared crown against her lips, relishing the feeling over their soft plumpness, before parting them and slowly feeding her his thickness into her warm, wet mouth as his hands clasped the side of her head.

"Good work, nurse. Very good. Open your throat for me."

She slowly pulled her husband’s guiding hand away from her head, ready to take control.  With slow seductiveness, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, placing deep kisses along its shaft as she stared up at her husband with wide, submissive eyes. Then, in one smooth motion, she grabbed the base of his cock and shoved him deep in her throat,  gagging as she bobbed her head.

"Fuck yes," groaned Cameron as he was sheathed over and over in his wife’s tight, wet throat. His tension was melting away with every tight, loving squeeze she gave his cock.

She pulled her head back and let his girth rest on her face, leaving a shiny train of saliva across her lovely features: a filthy, fascinating contrast.

"Does it feel good, Doctor?" she asked with a naughty smile.

"Oh, you're doing a good job, nurse. You don't want to be punished more, do you?"

"No! Not at all. Let me show you how good I can be, Doctor."

She dove back onto his cock, working her mouth up and down the throbbing length of his cock with fluid bobs of her head, her lovely dark hair swaying with the speed of her enthusiastic blowjob. Cameron felt himself getting closer. The sight of his wife’s slutty latex nurse outfit that she wore just to please him coaxed him closer to climax. The shiny, tight material hugged her lovely curves, emphasizing her womanly charms beneath the skin-tight material.  Bianca’s cheeks hollowed as she hungrily devoured his cockhead, acting the part of a desperate, slutty nurse to perfection.

"Fuck I'm close," grunted Cameron. Regaining some of his dominance, he pushed his cock deep into his wife’s throat, grabbing the sides of her head and thrusting twice before spraying thick ropes of cum into her warm, wet mouth. Breathing heavily, he felt all the stress of his awful day leaving his body with each spurt. Finally, he was able to relax.

Bianca pulled her head back, catching her breath and letting his half-hard manhood hang in front of her, still dripping semen. She winked at him playfully and stuck her tongue out, showing him the pearly load he had made for her. For a moment, she held it there in a puddle on her little pink tongue, then curled it back and swallowed.

"So fucking tasty. Thank you for your guidance, Doctor Cameron."

"You're welcome, Nurse Bianca. But I hope you don’t think that I’ll let you off that easy… I need to make sure that you’ve learned your lesson thoroughly." Cameron might have cum once, but there was no way he was going to let a session with Nurse Bianca end with one little blowjob. He might be getting soft now, but that wasn’t anything a few long, sensual minutes of making out with his wife and running his hands all over her tight, latex-covered body couldn’t solve. 

“Ooh, Doctor,” cooed Bianca with an indulgent wink, as Cameron helped her to her feet, “You know I can never say no to you… Why don’t you take me to bed, and you can show this poor little ditzy nurse the error of her ways?”

 
***

Cameron lay back on the bed, playing with himself idly while he waited for “Nurse Bianca” to get out of the bathroom. 

After a long, sensual make-out session holding his sexy latex-clad wife in his arms, he was ready for round two to start. He had no idea what was taking her so long in there. 

Finally, the bathroom door cracked open, framing his gorgeous wife in the doorway, a curtain of her dark hair swept down to cover one eye. 

Even in the depths of his lust, Cameron felt a swell of affection for her. With her selfless gift of roleplay, she had already brightened up his shitty day… and he had a feeling that things were about to get even better. 

“Mmmm doctor, I’m feeling so strange…” she purred as she padded toward him across the bedroom floor, her hips swaying in a way that flipped up the hem of her latex skirt as she walked. “I'm hot all over…” She crawled up onto the bed, biting her lips seductively before whispering, “I think you had better take my temperature.” 

Shit! If Cameron had been ready before, now his cock was as hard as a fucking rock. “Well, nurse, I think I might have a cure for what ails you,” he said in his best deep, confident dom voice. “I have a special temperature we can stick in your mouth and…”

“Oh, but doctor,” simpered his wife with a wicked little gleam in her eyes. “You already gave me an oral examination, didn’t you? I think that there’s a way for you to be much more… thorough with your special thermometer.” 

Cameron’s heart was suddenly in his throat. His eyes widened in delight as Bianca pivoted, sweeping her hair over her shoulder as she faced away from him and bent low, exposing her cute little shapely butt. 

He almost came right there on the spot as she reached behind her and pulled apart her plump cheeks, revealing her perfect, rosy asshole, clean as a whistle and winking slightly beneath his fascinated gaze. “Don’t you think this would be a better way for your special thermometer to find out just how hot I am inside?” she purred, wiggling her butt at him temptingly. 

Cameron didn’t need to be asked twice. That explained why she had taken so long in the bathroom! Anal sex with Bianca was a rare treat, not because she disliked the act itself, but because she said that cleaning up enough for her to feel good about doing it was gross and a lot of effort, in her opinion. She must have really wanted to cheer up her husband today, and, as always, Bianca knew her husband inside and out. Sometimes that deep knowledge could come back to bite him in arguments, but it also led to her knowing exactly what her husband most desired in his heart of hearts… like right now. 

His hands eagerly seized his wife’s soft cheeks, taking the place of her own. He squeezed them… kneading them in his eager fingers, spreading them wide to stare at the tight little prize hidden between. Her pink hole was shiny; prelubed for his pleasure, and Cameron saw no reason to hold back. 

Holding onto Bianca’s cheek with his left hand, he gripped his cock and guided it downward, pressing it up against her tight asshole and drawing a purring moan from his wife’s throat. 

“Mmmm, hurry doctor,” she urged, giving him a smoldering, teasing glance over her shoulder, “I’m burning up… I need you to give me my medicine.”

She was mixing her metaphors now, but Cameron had never given less of a fuck. He moved forward slowly, his cock pressing against her asshole with increasing force, making Bianca squirm and gasp beneath him… 

And then, with a sudden easing of pressure, he was inside. Fuck! Her little ring pressed tight around his cock, while inside, she was just deep, enveloping warmth. Bianca gave a little whimper beneath him, twisting the sheets in white knuckled hands.

“Are you ok, babe?” asked Cameron, breathing heavily from the depths of his pleasure. He hoped against hope that she was fine. Her tight ass felt incredible around his cock, and the last thing he wanted to do was back out and stop the session. 

“Mmmm, it’s…” Bianca let out a deep whooshing exhale, visibly relaxing her body. “It’s fine. Wait. Just give me one second.” She reached between her spread thighs, swirling her fingers between the glistening lips of her pussy. Cameron watched her for a moment, transfixed by the deeply erotic sight of his wife masturbating while his throbbing cock sat buried deep between her plump cheeks. He had to hold himself back from moving. He knew it would feel amazing, but he wanted his wife to feel just as good as him, and that meant letting her work herself up a little and relax. 

“Mmm, tell me what a good nurse I am, doctor,” purred Bianca in a panting voice, her head bowed and her fingers making deliciously wet noises between her spread thighs. 

Cameron took to his appointed dirty talk task with gusto, reaching down to squeeze his wife’s ass firmly as he said, “You’re the best nurse I’ve ever worked with… Your perfect little tits, your talented lips and tongue… and this tight little ass.” He lightly spanked her cheek, making his wife give a little gasp, staring back at him with a bitten lip and a raised eyebrow, her hand moving even faster between her legs. 

“Ooh, doctor… you like my ass?” She pushed herself back a little, sinking her husband’s cock another inch into her heat. 

“Fuccckk,” groaned Cameron, his fingers gripping his wife’s hips tight, desperate to pull her deeper, but trying to obey her command to wait. “You know I do, nurse. God, it’s fucking incredible.”

Finally, Bianca lowered her hand, took a deep breath, and fixed her husband with a smoldering gaze over her shoulder, and said, “Well then, I guess you had better make it yours. Fuck me, Doctor.” 

With a fierce joy pulsing through his veins and deep love for his wife in his heart, Cameron slowly pushed forward until his full length was deep inside Bianca, the ring of her asshole tight around the root of his cock. She whimpered again, but this time it wasn’t a whimper of pain… Cameron knew when his cock was making his wife feel good, and her masturbation session had warmed her up enough that she was now ready for what was about to happen. 

Cameron pulled out again, relishing the sensation as his wife’s asshole seemed to suck and pull hungrily on his retreating cock. Then he pushed inside again, a bit faster this time. Bianca pushed her hips backward against him as well, pressing her soft cheeks tight to his hips. “More doctor! Really make me feel it!” she said in a voice dripping with pleasure. Cameron gripped her hips tightly with a wide grin on his face. Well… if she says so!

He began a steady pumping rhythm, in and out of his wife’s asshole, feeling the tight ring move up and down his cock. Bianca pushed back against him as well, matching his thrusts, urging him onward. “Mmmm fuck me, Doctor! Fuck my ass!” she moaned, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Cameron could see trickles of lubrication tracing down her thighs from her intense arousal, and it spurred him on. 

As he felt Bianca’s ass stretching and accommodating his cock, Cameron picked up speed, his rapid thrusts slapping against his wife’s thighs and butt as he began to frantically fuck her, relishing the dominant feeling of completely owning her ass. Beneath him, Bianca was practically purring, letting out sultry moans which rose to little squeaks of pleasure every time his thrust carried him balls-deep inside. 

“Fuck! I love you! God, I love you so fucking much!” grunted Cameron, hunching over slightly as his hips slapped forward again and again, fucking Bianca as fast as he could now. 

“I… I looove you too, honey!” moaned Bianca, writhing and grinding back against him furiously, her latex skirt flapping with the intensity of the anal fucking her husband was giving her. Here, in the intensity of their passion, the roleplay was finally thrown away for good, making way for a more raw and authentic domination and submission, powered by their mutual love, passion, and desire. “Now fuck my ass until I cum!”

Cameron was on the edge already; he had to hold on for dear life, huffing and puffing and concentrating as hard as he could not to cum while he maintained his frantic speed. He willed his wife to orgasm. Needed her to climax so that he could finally release the thick, hot load of cum he had built up deep inside her. 

Finally, he saw the telltale signs. His wife’s moans took on a breathy, whining quality, and her thighs trembled as she tipped over the edge into anal orgasm. Cameron let himself go, briefly speeding up for a few strokes and savoring the feel of his wife’s incredible ass as his orgasm gripped his lower belly like a hot, powerful hand. His cock spasmed, and Cameron felt like his soul was leaving his body as he pumped what must have been the biggest load of his life into his wife’s twitching butthole. Bianca moaned like a bitch in heat beneath him, wiggling her hips up and down his cock to milk out every last drop. 

Cameron held there for a moment, chest heaving and cock letting out a few last squirts of semen. Bianca seemed similarly stunned, resting her head against the mattress, her back rising and falling with her deep breaths. Both of them just lived in the moment for a few seconds, riding the golden glow of post-orgasmic bliss as Cameron’s cock slowly softened inside her. 

Cameron pulled out and collapsed back on the bed. After a moment, Bianca straightened up. With a few awkward movements, she removed the tight latex outfit and the sultry sex kitten Nurse Bianca was gone, replaced by his loving wife. She tossed the latex costume off the bed decisively and crawled up to snuggle into the crook of her husband’s arm. 

“Well… feel any better?” she asked with a warm, lightly teasing smile.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this good before in my entire life!” said Cameron truthfully with a broad smile, pulling the love of his life closer and kissing her. 

“The amazing Bianca does it again,” said Bianca with a giggle, “A little dirty talk, a little anal sex, and Presto! One grumpy Gus is transformed back into a grinning loon.”

They both laughed and kissed again, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. 

Then Bianca’s eyes grew thoughtful. Cameron waited for her to speak. He knew she would eventually. Still waters ran deep with his wife: she might keep things to herself for a while, but her true thoughts and feelings always bubbled to the surface in the end.

Finally, she traced a few lazy circles on his chest with an idle finger and asked softly, “Why does it turn you on so much?”

“I think anal with you would turn anyone on!” said Cameron flippantly. 

Bianca playfully slapped her hand on his chest with a shake of her head, her silky dark hair tickling his arm. “You know what I mean, honey! The nurse thing. You know what real nursing is like… I would have thought that you wouldn’t like that sort of porny stereotype. And why are you a doctor and I'm a nurse?”

Cameron sucked at his teeth, considering his answer carefully. The truth was that he knew exactly why the nurse costume and the roleplay scenario turned him on… But it wasn’t exactly something he was comfortable talking about. 

“Not that I’m complaining,” said Bianca hurriedly, her eyes filled with concern. “I think it’s hot too! And I would do anything to make you happy, dear. You know that. It’s just a… well, a very specific scenario.” 

Cameron sighed. Bianca had dressed up in the slutty nurse outfit at least a dozen times now. She deserved to know why he enjoyed it so much. And there was no one in the world he could trust more than her. 

“It’s… It’s about Wyatt,” he said finally. 

“Oh, honey,” said Bianca in a soft voice. “Even in bed?” 

Cameron cringed a little. He knew what she was saying. He had a thin skin when it came to his older brother. He was a lot healthier mentally now that he had gone no contact, but on days like this, when Wyatt found ways to bully him anyway, all that anger and anxiety came flooding back. …And that was a big reason why it was these kinds of days that he requested the nurse costume. 

“I know, I know,” said Cameron with an embarrassed sigh. “I shouldn’t let him get to me. But sometimes it’s hard.”

Bianca nodded sympathetically, laying her head on her husband’s chest and pulling him close. “Ok, I see it now baby. Why you want to play the doctor. Wyatt is so cruel about being a doctor when you’re just a nurse.”

“I’m not ‘just’ a nurse,” said Cameron a little more sharply than he intended. “Nurses have difficult jobs that need a great deal of expertise. We aren’t any lesser than doctors.” 

Bianca looked guilty, pulling her husband into a kiss and saying hurriedly, “Oh! I’m sorry, my love. You know that I don’t think that. I was just talking about how your brother puts things. Wrongly.”

Cameron shook off the sudden spike of annoyance. Wyatt was the one he was really mad at. It wasn’t fair to take his anger out on his wife. “Right. I know, baby. I'm sorry. Let me explain a little more clearly. You already know how Wyatt was the golden boy favorite child for my whole life growing up. And how he casually bullied me.”

“Especially after you entered nursing school instead of Med School,” said Bianca with furrowed brows. “An awful man.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you the worst part,” said Cameron with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Bianca didn’t say anything, just looking at him receptively, waiting for him to go on. This would be the hardest part to talk about. 

“When I was in nursing school, I started dating one of my classmates,” said Cameron heavily, the memory still twisting him up inside. “Her name was Wendy, and for a little while… well, for a little while it was serious between us.”

Bianca looked surprised. “I thought you were single through nursing school,” she said slowly. “Why have I never heard of this Wendy?”

Because how do you tell your wife about a woman you thought you were going to marry? Especially when you probably would have married her if… things had gone differently? Instead of going into detail, Cameron just said, “Because of what happened next.”

Cameron wasn’t sure if Bianca could guess what was coming up, but she looked sympathetic as she said, ‘You don’t have to tell me, honey. Not if it will hurt you.”

“But I should,” said Cameron doggedly, lacing his fingers through his wife’s. “Sometimes pain is a good thing. Long story short, Wendy made me so happy that I was able to just ignore Wyatt. He didn’t like that at all, so he set out to hurt me in a way I could never forget or ignore.”

Cameron could tell based on his wife’s expression that now she definitely knew where this was going. Her eyes blazed with an odd intensity as she said, “Oh, Cam, he didn’t! That’s sick!” 

“It is sick,” said Cameron wearily, “but he did it anyway. In a twisted way, he was doing me a favor. If Wendy was willing to fuck my older brother, who she knew I hated, after a little bit of his oily charm, then she wasn’t the person I thought she was in the first place. When I caught them in the act, I left immediately and broke up with her.” 

He could still remember opening the door to his apartment bedroom to see Wendy on the bed, facing the door, face twisted in embarrassment and arousal as Wyatt loomed above her, athletically pounding into her doggy style with a broad, smug grin on his chiseled face. His brother knew that they would be caught. He had set it up that way to twist the knife. 

“So the nurse outfit…” said Bianca musingly. 

Cameron laughed bitterly. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it? An opportunity to act like the big man. Be the big dominant doctor playing with slutty submissive nurses, like the way my brother played with my girlfriend. It’s like I’m trying to get back the control my brother took away from me all those years ago. I’m just letting him bully me again in a way.”

Bianca reached up to turn Cameron's face toward her. “Cameron Quaid, I don’t think it’s pathetic at all. You took something traumatic and reclaimed it. When I play Nurse Bianca I really do submit to you, Cam. I want you to feel like you are worthy of that submission. And you are. In that roleplay, the doctor is a powerful, dominant, and superior man. You cast yourself in that role, and you play it wonderfully.”

Cameron wasn’t even sure what to say. Instead, he pulled his wife into a deep, long kiss, relieved beyond words that she had accepted him fully as he was. She snuggled down into a spooning position, and Cameron gratefully settled in behind her. He felt lighter than he had in months. 

And he also felt a little guilty. Bianca was so sweet and accommodating. The nurse outfit wasn’t the only kinky thing he had asked from her over the years, and she almost never requested anything in return. 

Cameron decided it was time to rectify that. 

“Well… enough about my weird kinks. I’m more interested in hearing about what turns you on.” 

“Oh, you know, baby,” said Bianca airily, “I like what you like. I’m happy when you’re happy.”

But Cameron knew his wife well enough to know when she was holding back.

“Come on, now,” said Cameron with mock sternness, wrapping his arms around his wife and pulling her warm, soft nudity close. “Spill it. With all the embarrassing things that I’ve asked you to do for me, it’s only fair that we explore your fetishes a little.”

Bianca laughed and craned her neck over her shoulder to give her husband a soft kiss. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed necessarily,” she said warmly, “It’s just that it’s not the kind of thing that is possible for us to do in real life. It’s a wild, kinky fantasy that turns me on to think about, but just isn’t practical.”

Now Cameron was definitely intrigued. Bianca was no prude, and was eager and willing to play any sexual games her husband suggested, but she very rarely put forth her own suggestions, and when she did, it was usually for sensual, intimate lovemaking. The idea that she had been secretly sitting on some kinky, forbidden fetish was fascinating and arousing. Cameron had to hear more. 

“What is it, though?” prompted Cameron, giving his wife a playful shake. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to just let it go! Now you have me curious!” Something impossible, and, despite what his wife claimed, it had to be at least mildly embarrassing for her to have kept it a secret for this long… Was it something to do with anthropomorphic animals? Swallowing people alive? There were some things that were legitimately impossible that they could maybe find some way to simulate in ped. 

“Are you sure you want to know?” asked Bianca quietly, facing away from her husband in the spooning position, her voice suddenly serious. 

Cameron frowned. God, it wasn’t something… really disturbing, was it? Well, if he had come this far, he couldn’t just give up. If he let it drop, curiosity would kill him. 

“Yeah, tell me,” he said insistently. 

“Ok, well…” said his wife, her finger slowly tracing over his arm in a ticklish little pattern, “For the longest time, I’ve had this fantasy about… being bad…”

Something about the way she said it sent a thrill of excitement up Cameron’s spine. He could tell just by the throaty, reverent way she pronounced the word that just the idea of it turned her on immensely. It was instantly electrifying, sending a twinge of sensation through his deflated cock. Bianca was a deeply sexual person, but she also usually took a while to warm up. It could take a few minutes for her to really lose herself in pleasure. To find something that made her feel this way wasn’t something that Cameron could just ignore. 

“Bad?” he said with a mildly teasing tone. “Are we walking black leather and heavy eyeliner bad?”

“Looks could be a part of it,” said Bianca sheepishly, “but really, the fantasy is about being cruel. Heartless. Powerful. It’s about letting all of the mean, nasty, intrusive thoughts I would never tell anyone and letting them loose. It’s about taking someone I love, who loves me, and completely crushing them. In other words, being the biggest, meanest bitch on the planet and taking it out on someone I love, all for my amusement and pleasure.”

Cameron lay quietly, holding his wife close in the privacy of their bed. He had joked about the dominatrix gear, but now his imagination went wild with the image. His sweet, caring wife who had done so much for him… her eyes cold, looking regally beautiful in a leather catsuit and shiny boots, a riding crop slapping rhythmically into one palm as she ordered him to kneel… 

His cock was slowly stiffening again. 

Powerful women had always turned him on. Back when he watched porn more regularly, femdom had been one of his favorite categories. When he married Bianca, he had quietly given up on ever experiencing something like that. It was a common experience, he was sure: not every sex partner could be all things at all times, and Bianca had always seemed to be more on the submissive side of the spectrum. He definitely had no complaints about his current sex life.

… but he had to admit that he was intrigued by the possibilities of this new flavor of bedroom play. 

“So,” said Bianca with a sigh, “You can see why that’s a fantasy that has to stay in my head. The idea turns me on, but I could never crush you like that in real life. It wouldn’t be worth it for the few hours of fun.”

“I don’t see why we can’t fulfill that fantasy for you,” said Cameron, burying his face in his wife’s soft, fragrant hair, his mind dancing with images of her powerful and cold and dangerously sexy. 

Bianca laughed and patted him on the arm. “Oh my! Someone is feeling brave! I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, dear. You would be all mine. My little plaything. And I wouldn’t have any mercy. That’s the fantasy. And it’s far too dangerous for real life.”

“I could handle that,” insisted Cameron, his cock throbbing now, pressed against Bianca’s springy ass. How long had it been since he was ready to go this quickly after they had sex?

Bianca wriggled around until they were facing each other, her eyes skeptical. “I don’t think you’re hearing me, Cam. I know you better than anyone. And this would mean using every pressure point I know to dominate you completely. You wouldn’t look at me the same way afterward.”

“Honey, you just acted like my slutty little nurse tonight. Is that how I treat you the next morning?” asked Cameron with a smile. 

Bianca raised an eyebrow. “You had better not.”

“That’s right. I don’t. Fantasies and roleplay are a separate thing from the rest of our relationship. You’ve done so many things for me. You’ve been a perfect wife for our whole marriage. I want to do this for you. I want to let you be bad.”

Bianca looked straight into his eyes with a piercing gaze, her body rigid and tense in his arms. Then she let out a breath, and a wide, wicked smile crossed her face. Her soft hands ran down her husband’s body, then began gently stroking his hard cock. “Mmm, so my husband wants to see how bad I can be? Wow, this is turning you on, isn’t it?”

Cameron chuckled and kissed his wife as she began to give him a slow, sensual handjob. “Hey, what can I say? It’s really sexy when a good girl goes bad.”

“For the record,” whispered Bianca in his ear, her hands moving faster, “I think this is a bad idea. Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” said Cameron in a voice rough with lust. “I want to see your fantasies come to life.” 

“Then give me a month,” said Bianca, pulling away a little. Fuck, she looked so horny right now. Cameron was positive that he had made the right decision. He was so positive that he barely listened as she said, “After that, I get one weekend. During that time, my word is law. I can do anything I want to you, and you need to swear that the following Monday, everything will be forgiven and forgotten.”

“I swear!” said Cameron, his hands roaming his wife’s lush body. 

“Then it’s a deal,” said Bianca happily. “I’m excited, baby! Now come over here and take charge… while you still can.”

***

As the month passed, Cameron felt an increasing sense of unease and discomfort. Nothing had changed, at least not between him and Bianca. Their relationship was as close as it always was, if not closer. They shared wine together, watched silly movies, and, of course, made love passionately, Bianca displaying a renewed vigor he hadn't seen before. Cameron enjoyed his wife's company like he always had, and she seemed to treasure him as well. 

Yet the dread was still there, growing stronger as the month wore on. Every day a new package arrived in the mail, some large, some small. Bianca had made it clear when the very first one arrived that anything that arrived with her name on it was for her eyes alone, and Cameron had managed to resist the temptation to open them. When Bianca wasn't home, he would carry them in, placing them on the counter as she instructed him to do , and simply stare at them in a trance, imagining why his wife would need so many purchases for the weekend she was planning.

Most of the packages had one thing in common: they were barren of origin. No symbols, logos, or identifying markings. They piled up for a couple of weeks, and then suddenly stopped. But when the packages ceased, Bianca started coming home with garment bags…each one pure black and impossible to see through. She would only offer her husband a playful smirk when he caught her bringing them inside, silently taking them upstairs to the guest bedroom closet, which had become absolutely off-limits to Cameron.

He was stunned at the precautions she was taking, like getting a large chest for storage that only she had a key to. It all felt like overkill for what Cameron had been expecting. Even when she had warned him that things could get extreme, he had been picturing something like a leather outfit and a riding crop. Why would she even need to buy this many things? But, despite his misgivings, he had to respect her. This was her show, and he had agreed to let her run it. His mind constantly ran with possibilities as the month wore on, and her preemptive teasing made it difficult for him to function at work. He found himself absent-minded around her, filled with both excitement and nebulous terror.

Even though Bianca hadn't admitted it to her husband, she was already enacting her plan. She wanted to leave him wondering what was inside each and every one of those packages. To fret over what delicious pleasure and pain could exist in that chest. Seeing Cameron already nervous and distracted left her in a state of near constant arousal.

On the last day of the month, the loving couple lay together after a day of relaxation. They had gone on a day trip to their favorite beach, the site of their first date. Bianca was vivacious, sweet and overflowing with energy. Her face had been alive with excited energy all day. Cameron was positive he knew the cause. She was looking forward to the upcoming weekend… the one she had been preparing for all month. But he didn’t let his anxieties spoil this perfect day for him. As he looked into his wife’s soft, loving eyes, he had never felt more in love with her.

"So Cameron Quaid...the rules," she murmured softly, lacing her fingers through his. 

"Right. Rules. Tell me, I bet they're kinky."

"Not so much. They're actually very, very simple..."

"Easier to remember that way,” said Cameron with a nervous smile. He almost felt like he was on top of a rollercoaster… a sense of wicked, fearful anticipation.

There was a breathless pause. Bianca’s eyes met his with an intensity he had never seen before.

"Do whatever I say."

Cameron waited for her to continue, but she simply maintained her thousand-watt eye contact."Oh… So, what are the limits?" he asked, suddenly confused.

"There are none. You do whatever I say, whenever I say it."

"Of course, my mistress," He said with a wink.

"It's not a joke. I'm serious. That's the agreement. You're doing this for me and only me. Remember?"

"Well, I mean… yeah. I want to make you happy, it's only fair."

"This is your last chance to back out."

"Oooh, you're really going all out, huh? I'm not worried," said Cameron, donning a protective layer of false bravado.

"Maybe you should be." Bianca’s tone was cool and calm. She bore no ironic smile, her face completely stoic, jaw clenched, demonstrating the deathly severity of her statement.

"I'm not worried, seriously. It's fine. I'm excited to finally give back to you. I mean that. I love you, Bianca. I always will."

"Cameron, I'm going to say things to you that will shake you to your core. I'm going to do things to you that you will never, ever forget."

"Babe, it's fine. I get it."

She didn't respond for a moment, and that's when Cameron got really worried. On some level, he knew she wasn't kidding. But a big part of him wanted to believe that this was a bluff, all part of her role play. It would be hard to square anything else with the perfect, kind woman that he married.

Finally, her serious expression softened a fraction, and she tapped him on the nose lightly.

"Well, dear husband… do you want to make love? Because everything else this weekend will be as far away from love as possible."

"Of course."

He pulled her close, just as he had done hundreds of times before. But kissing her felt strange tonight. Even as her pillowy lips delicately folded against his, clearly full of passion, he felt a nausea stir in him. Her words, the weight of them, gnawed away at the back of his mind. He should have been present, in this moment with the woman he adored. When she traced with her fingers enticing circles down from his chest to his cock, she was surprised to find him only half hard.

"Is this little game not naughty enough? Did I scare you, Cameron?"

Her teasing tone was enough. He came to life in her grip as he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. He rolled her onto her back, draping her thighs over his shoulders as he kissed a trail of teasing, soft kisses, heading downward towards her pink, velvety lips.

He softly kissed her slit as she gripped the sheets behind her, a wispy moan escaping her lips. His tongue cleaved through her wetness, then found its mark, circling her clit softly… then harder, in swooping movements, feasting on her, needing her to remember what he offered with his love and body alike.

Bianca’s already charged state of arousal made it all too easy for her to reach her climax; there was no chasing it, no searching, no neediness. She owed it all to what was coming, what she knew she was about to do.

She craned her neck, her eyes meeting his. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I need your cum."

Cameron wiped her nectar off his lips, his cock raging, needy, the taste of her filling him with an insatiable desire. He climbed between her legs and slowly fed his cock into her slick pussy. Her tight, hot wetness gripped him greedily.

His thrusts were deep and hard. She opened herself further to him, needing him to take her despite her sensitivity. As he had given to her, now she would give herself to him. Their lips met, brushing against each other at first, then tightly locking, sticky and warm, their tongues dueling against each other.

He grabbed the base of his cock and withdrew slowly, savoring her wetness and watching her lips pull hungrily against his shaft. He slowly rubbed his cockhead over her clit, and she twitched in pleasure and pain. He turned her over, grabbing her waist from behind and climbing onto the bed. Mounting her like a dog. Adoring her ass as he thrust deep, watching her curves jiggle. His thrusts rapidly increased as he grabbed her waist. He growled, animalistic. She rolled her hips back, meeting every thrust. She had never felt him like this in all their time together. She moaned in submission as he continued to brutally thrust, her cheeks clapping against his waist. Wordless, he moved a hand to grasp the back of her hair, pulling it into his fist and riding her. She moaned louder, grinding her teeth as she felt her final orgasm begin to build.

"FUCK! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP!"

He didn't offer a response; his body spoke for him. He flooded her pussy with one of the largest loads of his life, his balls clenching as his vision blurred completely. The room spun from the intensity of his orgasm. Cameron half collapsed over her, kissing her lightly on the back and neck, treasuring this moment of love and connectedness. After a moment, she turned and returned his affection, kissing her husband softly and tenderly as the hot, sticky evidence of his love leaked out of her down her legs. 

Without a word, they laid side by side, pulling the covers over them. He hugged his wife tightly from behind. Possessively. Slowly, his grip loosened. As Cameron fell into a blissful sleep, his gentle snoring filled their bedroom. When Bianca was absolutely sure he was asleep, she picked up her phone from the nightstand and sent a single text.

"See you Sunday...if he makes it."