The Bet - Part 12

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Claire looked down at the design on her tablet with a stormy expression. It was all there, the design that she had sworn she wouldn’t even consider. A professional, sleek display case made to showcase Zane’s trophies that he had tricked and cajoled out of his sexual conquests. 

Her design had a look of danger about it. Imposing and intriguing, like Zane himself. Although Claire’s disgust for the horrible little man had never dimmed, she couldn’t deny how oddly compelling he could be. The idea that he had charmed women into his bed no longer seemed laughable. 

Zane had crossed a serious line yesterday at their meeting, and Claire was still processing how to respond to his escalation. In theory, she could simply terminate his contract and refuse to speak with him ever again. But, just like it always had, that felt like running away. And, as shameful as it was to admit, there was a part of Claire that didn’t want to be done with the infuriating sleazeball. 

Claire sighed and buried her face in her hands. Maybe, in the end, Zane was doing her a favor in a twisted way. He had uncovered a sexual hunger inside her for male dominance that she never knew existed. But, no matter how darkly fascinating the little toad could be at times, Claire was married. And even if she wasn’t, Zane obviously wasn’t a safe and responsible partner to practice a newfound submission kink with. Not when so many of his conquests ended up doing porn for him…

The problem was that Dan was also proving unable to rise to the challenge. Last night, when Claire had arrived home buzzing with anger, humiliation, and sexual need, Dan had begged off from having sex, saying that he felt unwell. Claire had been forced to masturbate for the first time since she had gotten married. Normally, Dan was ready and willing to fulfill her every sexual craving, so she simply hadn’t felt the need to touch herself for a very long time. 

The worst part was how she couldn’t stop thinking about Zane’s thick cock pressed against her ass while she fingered herself to angry, grunting climax in the shower. 

Despite her best efforts, the little weasel had managed to successfully insert himself into her mind… which was why she had to take a mental break from Zane altogether. And probably have a frank discussion with her husband about her sexual needs as well. Regardless, she had already asked Perlah to put all currently scheduled meetings with Zane on hold until she could properly process her feelings and respond appropriately. She closed the project on her tablet with a shake of her head. Despite the real estate Zane was taking up in her mind lately, she did have other clients she needed to finish some work for. 

As she wallowed in her thoughts, Claire was startled by a knock at her door. Perlah stood in the doorway with a large gift box and a sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” she said in her perky voice, “But a courier just delivered this for you. I thought you’d like to know right away.” 

Claire frowned in confusion, instinctively reaching out to accept the package as Perlah crossed the room and held it out to her. “What is it exactly?” she asked in a curious tone. “Who sent it?”

Perlah only shrugged. “Doesn’t say on the package. Or, well… it does, I guess, but I don’t understand what it means.” 

Claire flipped open the attached tag and saw that it was signed only with a hastily scrawled capital “Z”. She felt a sudden surge of annoyance and adrenaline. It could only be Zane, and if he was sending her a gift, Claire had no illusions that it was an innocent peace offering. A predatory seducer like Zane didn’t know the meaning of the word innocent. 

What the fuck is he up to this time?

“Thank you, Perlah,” said Claire in a tight voice, her eyes still fixed on the gift box held in her hands. “I’ll take care of this myself.” 

Perlah lingered for a moment longer, but Claire had been fairly clear with her tone, and Perlah had worked with Claire long enough to take the hint. As she left, Claire called out, “Close the door behind you as you leave, please. No calls for the next… fifteen minutes. Thank you, Perlah.” If she knew Zane, she didn’t want to be disturbed when she opened this box and saw what was inside. 

With one last look up to check that Perlah was gone, and a thrill of anticipation in her heart that she couldn’t quite suppress, Claire lifted the top of the large, flat gift box, holding her breath as she looked inside to see what Zane had gotten her. 

She blinked as a pulse of lust shot through her, centered between her thighs. Well, in the end, maybe this is exactly what she should have expected. It was the sort of inappropriate, provocative statement that was Zane’s bread and butter. 

Inside the gift box lay a set of lingerie. Although that bare description was underselling its appearance considerably. 

The Bra was two lacy black triangles, small enough that Claire could tell just by looking at them that wearing it would expose most of the sides and tops of her massive tits, and sheer enough that they would certainly display her nipples as well. A lacy garter belt and stockings were also included, ready to adorn Claire’s narrow waist and long, luscious legs, showcasing them for the viewing pleasure of whatever male was fortunate enough to see her in this erotic bedroom ensemble. 

But the panties especially caught Claire’s eye. How could they not, after all the arrogant talk of women’s underwear that Zane had spouted yesterday? It looked like a little scrap of see-through gauze. Meant to tease and entice rather than to conceal. The back of the tiny thong was just string, and the front was just a panel of delicate lace that would do nothing to hide the feminine secrets beneath. And at the top of the lacy triangle? A tiny bow of black ribbon. As if what lay beneath was a gift just waiting for someone to unwrap it. 

It was some of the most alluring underwear that Claire had ever seen, and likely the most expensive as well. Not trashy or even slutty, but cut with intense eroticism in mind. They were quite unlike anything that Claire normally wore. She had an amazing body, of course, and one that would look absolutely incredible in revealing underwear like this, but lingerie had never really been her style. It felt too much like she was making herself eye candy for a man’s pleasure. The last time she had worn lingerie for Dan was probably their wedding night. Dan had tried to buy her a set for Valentine’s Day one year, but it had been tactfully put away in the back of the closet and then “lost” at the first opportunity. Dan would have to be content with her incredible, fully naked body, instead of seeing her dolled up for his amusement. 

And now a different man had bought her a set far more luxurious and revealing than anything she had ever worn for Dan. 

Claire reached down and felt the silky material between her fingers, her mind instantly thinking what it would feel like on more intimate places. Despite her normal distaste for lingerie, she had a sudden strong impulse to see what these felt like on her body… To see for herself the vision of alluring femininity that Zane wanted to turn her into. Maybe this was just another part of her new submissive awakening. Suddenly, the idea of dressing in a teasing, alluring set of underwear to delight a dominant man sounded much more arousing than demeaning. 

But along with that arousal came the same old dull pulse of rage she had grown used to when it came to Zane Kruger. This gift wasn’t just something inappropriate to send to a married woman. It was an arrogant declaration of intent. Zane may have made innuendos and hints before, but this was practically shouting his plans from the rooftop. The annoying little man intended to fuck her. He was confident enough that he was calling his shot: this would be the sexy lingerie he expected to see when he took her to bed. 

Once again, she was being underestimated. 

Probably the safest plan would be to throw the gift box in the trash and forget she ever saw it. But Claire was past the point of playing it safe with Zane. She wanted to hurt him. To watch his smug face fall into frustrated disappointment. And she had the perfect way to turn his gift against him. 

He was doing her a favor really. Dan had been struggling a little in bed, but what red-blooded male could hold back when they saw a curvy goddess like Claire wearing sultry lingerie like this? It would be like her husband had died and gone to fucking heaven when he saw that his wife was finally willing to doll herself up into a sex kitten for him. 

Claire closed the gift box and scooped it up into her arms excitedly. It was the perfect plan. A way to bring her and her husband closer, relieve her sexual frustration, and turn Zane’s insulting gift against him. She wasn’t just pleased, though… she was aroused. This was also a great opportunity to have deeply satisfying sex with her husband, and finally releive the pent up sexual frustration that had been haunting her. The thought of wearing the revealing lingerie for Dan made a moist, insistent heat burn between her thighs.  She decided that her plan just couldn’t wait. 

Perlah looked up guiltily, hastily hiding her phone as Claire breezed out of the office with a sharp, triumphant smile and the gift box in hand. Normally Claire might have made an arch comment about her assistant texting during work hours, but she was too excited and horny right now. “I’m headed out early today Perlah,” she said with a wave as she headed to the door. “Cancel my three o’clock, and then head home yourself.”

She barely heard Perlah’s shocked replay as she rushed out the door, her head already filled with thoughts of her lace covered body and her husband’s cock. 

…

Dan stared at his screen, cock in hand, filled to the brim with that tangled acidic blend of arousal and insecure jealousy he was becoming more and more familiar with these days. 

He was on “Freaks in the Sheets” again. He found that he had a hard time staying away lately. He kept telling himself he was going to be strong, that this time he wasn’t going to give in and look up another of Zane’s conquests. And then, he would find himself home alone again, and the temptation would creep up on him. 

It was happening too often now. He could recognize that. Jerking off this often, especially while worrying about what Zane might be planning with Claire, was affecting his ability to perform in bed. But there was something so darkly compelling about the exploits that Zane had documented on his site that Dan simply wasn’t able to resist. Each of the women that Zane seduced had a number of professionally shot porn videos, but the slickly shot, well-produced sex videos weren’t what drew Dan back again and again. It was the “training logs” that fascinated and deeply aroused him.  

Despite the fact that he still was only able to access the censored “Beta Edition”. 

Right now he was reading the training log for a woman named Ramona. A petite, sharp-eyed brunette who looked like she didn’t let anyone push her around… or at least she hadn’t until she met Zane. 

By this point, the entries on the website had the sense of awful inevitability. Dan’s cock throbbed in his pumping fist as he read, his heart in his throat, knowing that Zane would win in the end, like he always did. 

Apparently Ramona had been Zane’s accountant, who annoyed Zane with her sarcasm and acid tongue one too many times. That was all it took for a beautiful woman to attract the wrong kind of attention from Zane. But, even though he always won in the end, each seduction had different methods and a slightly different flavor. In this particular case, Zane pointed out how Ramona loved chic designer clothes… like she was showing off her wealth, taste, and beauty to the world. And Zane decided that he wanted Ramona to learn to love showing off in other ways. 

Dan took a shuddering breath as he read and watched the clips and photos. Through subtle manipulations and strategic gifts of clothing, Zane slowly manipulated Ramona’s wardrobe, turning her into a slutty exhibitionist step by inevitable step. God, he wished he could see the full effect of what the once-proud accountant started wearing, but at a certain point the outfits became so revealing that black bars showed up, preventing someone with the beta edition like Dan from seeing how slutty Ramona truly became. 

At a certain point, every woman reached her breaking point. The point where the sexual pressure and tension built up so far that they cracked, submitting sexually to Zane in an act of surrender filmed for the pleasure of his audience. 

For Ramona, it was a handjob. 

That was a little tame compared to some of Zane’s triumphs. There were times when he managed to jump straight to sex. Even anal sex in one memorable training log. But Ramona’s submission made up for it’s modest sexual contact with the daringness of its context. 

The camera showed Ramona kneeling in front of Zane, white-faced with anxiety, her bare tits swinging free from her dress as she rapidly pumped her hand up and down Zane’s cock. Then the camera swung to reveal that this was taking place in Ramona’s office, with the door open. Someone even walked past the open door without looking in before the camera panned back to the action of Ramona’s delicate hand rapidly jerking off Zane’s massive cock.

Ramona had finally given in to Zane’s advances in the middle of a busy work day. It was a breathtakingly risky exhibitionist act of sexual submission, and Dan found himself already on the edge of orgasm as he watched. The training log had detailed how sharp and confident Ramona had been to start… and now here she was, panting with lust, tits jiggling in the open air as she sexually serviced the man who had become the center of her world. 

Dan focused on Ramona’s small, but firm tits, feeling his orgasm building. But, as usual, he was frustrated and mildly humiliated by the thick, impenetrable black bars blocking his view of her nipples. As always, however, Zane’s cock remained uncensored in all its glory. 

As he watched Ramona’s skillful hands bring Zane’s massive cock to orgasm, Dan couldn’t help but think how small his own dick felt in his hand comparatively. And when Ramona hissed in a quiet, but passionate whisper, “Cum for me, you fucking prick. Shoot that fucking load right onto my fucking tits!” Dan could hear the intertwined hate and lust in her voice. The same hate and lust that he worried was building up inside his wife day by day. 

Dan found himself tipping over the edge as he saw Zane cum burst out, splattering the tits of the submissive exhibitionist beneath him. Like it always did, his terror that this same thing might happen with Claire was part of what set him off, and as he stared at the screen, wide with lust and horror, he pictured Zane’s cum erupting over his wife’s soft round tits instead of Ramona’s small, perky breasts. 

But, just as he erupted into the tissue held in his free hand, Dan heard the rumble of the garage door and his head snapped up in alarm. Shit! Why was Claire home this early? His whole body burned with the shocked anxiety of being caught in the act. He had maybe three minutes until his wife entered the house if he was lucky. With frantic speed, Dan slammed his laptop shut, pulled his pants up over his still-dribbling dick, and sprinted to the bathroom to toss away the shameful evidence of his masturbation session. 

He barely managed to make it to the kitchen, sweating lightly, as Claire made her way in the door. 

He could tell right away that there was a… different energy around his wife today. Her green eyes gleamed with an inner light, and her curvy, expressive lips were quirked into a tight little smile that seemed angry but excited at the same time. As she met his eyes, Dan felt an electric pulse of volcanic attraction and frustration burst from her. 

She had never looked more beautiful to him in than in that moment, her eyes flashing with sexual energy and her arms full of some sort of large flat gift box. But despite the pang of longing in his heart, Dan felt a twinge of disquiet as well. He had seen this sort of energy before. Many time in fact, even though the eyes of the women were hidden behind black bars. This was the look of a woman being wound up by Zane’s games. 

A disturbing sign of exactly how far along his wife was. 

As their eyes met, Claire’s little smile curved up into a wide, sultry grin. Dan was intoxicated by the wild sexual heat pouring off of his wife in waves, but at the same time, a stab of anxiety lanced through him. This was a woman clearly on the prowl for sex. And he had wasted his load into a tissue just seconds ago. 

“Hello darling,” said Claire in a purring voice, biting her pillowy lower lip lightly as she clicked across the kitchen floor toward him on her high heels. “I hurried home today because I just missed you sooooo much.” 

As she approached, what Claire wanted was so obvious that even a naturally passive man like Dan could read it easily. He reached out and wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her into a warm, wet, passionate kiss, crushing the gift box between them. Lust pulsed through Dan’s veins, and he silently willed his dick to get with the program and rise to the occasion. But so far, it still lay dormant and flaccid. 

“Mmmmm, someone’s eager,” purred Claire approvingly. “That’s the spirit, big boy. But you'll have to wait for a minute or two. I have a surprise for you today.” She placed a finger on her husband’s chest and gave him a teasing, playful wink. “Stay out here for a minute while I get your surprise ready for you. You can be patient…. Right?”

“Y-yeah,” said Dan, his eyes flicking downward to the gift box in his wife’s hands. What exactly was the surprise she was referring to? And why did the idea suddenly cause him with a flicker of anxiety? 

“Good boy,” said Claire with a chuckle, giving him a swift kiss on the nose and turning away. “No peeking now.” 

Dan stared after her in confusion as she clicked her way to the bedroom, her hips swaying as she went. This sort of heavy, teasing flirtation wasn’t normally her style. Something had gotten into her… And unfortunately, Dan thought he might know what… or who, it was. 

…

A few minutes later, Claire preened in front of the full-length mirror, her skin flushed with arousal as she took in the sheer, luxurious sensuality of her lingerie-clad body. Zane must either have had a miraculous eyes for judging women’s clothing sizes or an inside source for her measurements, because everything fit perfectly. The bra cups were two small lace triangles that lifted and present her big round tits, leaving plenty of bare creamy flesh exposed on either side of the tiny, sheer scraps of cloth. Her nipples poked obscenely through the wispy material, the color and size of their pink areolas clearly visible even through the black lace. As expected, the garter belt and stockings emphasized and elevated the natural beauty of Claire’s hourglass waist and long shapely legs, and perfectly framed the kinky little pair of panties. 

The panties were the best part. The thin gauze of black lace with a tiny, cute little bow was alluring and erotic in a way that would make any man drool. Claire couldn’t help but think that sexy panties like this would look just perfect as the crown jewel off some sort of collection… Too bad that Zane would never have that privilege. She gave the vision of tempting sexuality in the mirror a smug little grin as she ran her hands over her curves, devastatingly emphasized by the sexy lingerie. This sight would be for her husband alone. Thanks for the gift, loser. Claire would make sure the better man enjoyed it thoroughly. 

Enough enjoying herself into the mirror, it was time to let her man dig into the sexual feast she had prepared for him. Padding forward on stockinged feet, luxuriating in the velvety heat radiating from between her thighs beneath the sexy little panties, Claire opened the bedroom door and paraded out, ready for her man to show her a good time. 

Dan did an almost-humorous double take as he saw her coming, walking toward him with smoldering sexual intensity in her wild green eyes. Her heart leapt at the sight. She saw the passion she craved there in his loving gaze. But a small wrinkle of discontent troubled her as well. As Dan’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide, he looked like he was in the presence of a goddess. Like he wanted to fall on his knees and worship the vision of sexuality these sexy underwear had turned her into. But that wasn’t quite what Claire had envisioned for this sexual encounter. She didn’t want to be a goddess right now. She wanted to be a sex kitten. A wicked little plaything in her man’s strong hands. She chased away the mild disappointment. All that was needed here was a little communication. 

She stopped in front of where her husband was sitting on the couch, cocking a hip and giving him her best fuck-me gaze with warm, submissive eyes. 

“Do you like your surprise, hubby?” she asked in a soft, teasing voice, trailing a hand down the swell of her hip, over the delicate lace of the garter belt and onto the dark stockings. 

“Yeah…” said Dan in a strangled, awestruck voice. 

“Then come over here and take me,” growled Claire, her voice vibrating with throaty lust.

…

Dan’s pulse drummed through his body as he stared up at his wife, transformed into a sex bomb by mind-blowingly erotic underwear. The sinful black lace clung to her like a second skin, teasing and revealing the secrets of her feminine curves in a way that was far more erotic than mere nudity. Dan wished he could enjoy the sight untainted by his latest anxieties, but that now-familiar mix of insecurity and lust that he felt when watching Zane’s training logs spread through him. 

He couldn’t help but think about how Zane had manipulated and controlled Ramona through gifts of slutty clothing. 

The certainty sat heavy on his mind even as his body pulsed with filthy lust: this was a gift from Zane. And Zane was at least part of the reason that Claire was so wildly turned on right now. 

“Then come over here and take me,” said Claire in a rough voice, dripping with sexual need. Her eyes were filled with desperate craving, and Dan knew that he needed to step up. Like it or not, Zane had successfully turned his wife on, and if Dan couldn’t relieve that pressure and help scratch the itch for male dominance that she was feeling… well, then she might end up just like Ramona, on her knees, submitting to a man who could give her what she needed. 

Dan rose from the couch, determined to rise to the occasion. Claire face broke into a eager grin as he strode forward. She threw her hands over his neck and drew him close as they came together in a passionate kiss. 

Dominant. Powerful. Like Zane. He had to be what his wife craved. Dan ran his hands hungrily over delicate lace and soft warm skin, drinking in his wife’s body through touch as his tongue slid aggressively into her mouth. One hand dipped to feel the thin, sheer lace between her thighs. Claire moaned into his mouth and pressed her pussy harder into his fingers as he discovered the wet heat there. Her soft body was melting against him, giving herself to him completely, and for a moment Dan’s confidence soared. He could do this. 

And then a worm of doubt crept in. This was what Zane planned to do with Claire, wasn’t it? That was why he sent her this sexy set of lingerie. He planned to have Dan’s wife in this same position, moaning into his mouth, eagerly presenting her hot wet pussy for his grubby fingers to touch. In a way, Dan was just a substitute. The safe option. He didn’t have the instinctive power and command that Zane somehow possessed. 

He especially wasn’t as gifted between his legs. And that thought, of worried inadequacy, made the erection that was beginning to form die as Dan focused on it. As he felt himself lose stiffness, that only panicked him further. He pushed his fingers into the soft, lace covered mount between his wife’s legs, but now it was with a sort of desperation rather than confidence. 

“Mmmm, yes… Yes, Dan!” moaned Claire softly against his lips, before drawing him back into a tongue tangling kiss, humping her hips needily against him. She hadn’t realized yet that Dan was beginning to spiral. And even though he recognized that he needed to calm down and be in the moment, he found it impossible. His mind was filled with images of Zane’s conquests. Story after story with censored nude women fucked and dominated by his superior cock. Dan’s dick felt small and useless in his pants. He kept imagining the gorgeous sex goddess who was kissing him giving in in to Zane the same way, no matter how hard he tried to push that vision away. 

“Enough foreplay, stud,” gasped Claire finally, her face flushed and her eyes flashing with desire. “These sexy undies aren’t the only surprise I have for you today.” With a teasing wink, she slowly slid down Dan’s body, ending up on her knees in front of him, staring up at him with soft, submissive eyes. 

All Dan could see was the parallel with the videos he had watched. Leah and Ramona and countless women on their knees, ready to serve their new master’s cock. As Claire reached up to undo his belt, Dan pictured a thick black bar covering her eyes. 

“W-wait,” he said desperately. His cock was a cold, limp noodle in his pants, totally emasculated by his insecurity. But it was too late. Calire’s sexual hunger wouldn’t be denied, and she was already tugging his pants and boxers down his hips. 

…

Claire didn’t suck cock often. Just one more thing that she had never thought a self-respecting woman ought to do.  She occasionally made exceptions, considering the fact that Dan went down on her almost every time they had sex it was only fair, but she didn’t enjoy it that much usually. 

But right now, her body burned for it. She wanted to serve on her knees as Dan looked down with possessive eyes. She imagined a smug, dominant look there, and for a moment her mind flashed to a different set of eyes… ones that protruded from an ugly face. But Zane didn’t haunt her thoughts too badly at the moment. Dan was doing great so far, taking her in his arms and touching and kissing her confidently. She was ready to give him the reward he richly deserved. Her mouth watered as she tugged his pants down, ready to give her husband the best blowjob of his life. 

She blinked uncomprehendingly at what flopped out to greet her. 

Dan’s cock, soft and limp, dangled disappointingly between his toned thighs. Claire could barely process what she was seeing, and stared up into her husband’s reddening face with uncomprehending shock. 

“I… I can explain…” said Dan hurriedly, looking like he could do anything but. 

At his weak, stuttering tone, a wave of intense anger washed over Claire. She had dressed herself up in this hyper-sexual bedroom outfit for him, offered herself on a plate. It was an offer that would have any man drooling. If Zane were here he would already have torn the flimsy lace off her body and claimed her. All that she asked was for her husband to make an effort. And he couldn’t even fucking get it up? 

What the fuck is wrong with this pussy? 

All of the tension and sexual desperation Claire had been feeling for weeks crashed over her as she rose from her knees, eyes blazing with fury and frustrated arousal. Maybe she was being unfair to her husband. He wasn’t the root cause of her problem, despite not being able to help. But right now she didn’t care. 

“Well… if you can’t even manage to fuck me,” she snarled into his shocked, guilty face, “then I guess I’m going to have to find another use for you.” She reached up and seized his collar, and, working off pure angry adrenaline, yanked him down to the carpet of the living room floor, pushing him onto his back so hard that a soft “oof” of breath left his lungs. 

“Honey, wait,” he said in a breathless voice, as she straddled his chest on her knees, her breasts heaving with passion and her body singing with arousal and fury. “Just give me one second to…”

“No!” said Claire, cutting his off sharply, reaching down to strip the delicate panties down her thighs, leaving them rolled and crumpled around one ankle. Her flushed and swollen pussy was now revealed to Dan’s wondering eyes, leaking shiny trails of arousal down her thick, juicy thighs. Claire wondered for a moment if the sight of her dominantly pinning him down would finally get her weak husband in the mood for sex. But even if it did, it was too late. 

“If you’re not man enough to fuck me, then I guess you’ll have to serve, won’t you?” said Claire in a low dangerous voice, moving forward to plant a knee on either side of her husband’s head. “But that’s what you always do, isn’t it? That’s the only thing you’re good at… serving.” Dan stared up at the hot wet pussy now inches above his face, gulping visibly and licking his lips. Claire waited for him to protest, or get mad, or better yet, throw her off and hold her down and teach her a lesson for speaking to him that way. 

But instead, he said, “Yes, dear,” in a small, defeated voice, his eyes hazy with lust as they locked onto his wife’s dominant pussy.

Claire lowered her hips with a savage grinding motion, pressing her sopping sex down into the face she couldn’t stand to look at right now. She grunted in a blend of fury and lust as she felt his tongue slip past her lips, flicking and swirling over her swollen clit as she humped her husband’s face. 

It felt good… but it wasn’t what she fucking wanted. It wasn’t what she had been craving. Claire rode Dan’s face harder and harder, smearing her hot, slick juices all over his mouth and chin as she chased satisfaction that she knew only a thick, hard cock could give her. She needed a man who could fuck her hard, not a weak, compliant man and his wriggling tongue. She whined in frustration, her hips grinding faster, mashing her hot, dripping cunt hard into Dan’s mouth. But in was no use. Her normal sexual preferences had been turned on their ear by Zane’s insidious influence. She needed penetration right now. 

And that was the one thing that he husband simply couldn’t give her.  He was trying his best, reaching up to hold her hips and desperately trying to please her from his submissive position below, his tongue and lips working overtime between her thighs, but it was useless. Claire tried for a solid five minutes, grinding down relentlessly as Dan did his best, but she knew the truth: Dan simply wasn’t going to get her off today. Not with his mouth at least. The sexual frustration she had been carrying with her would find no relief. 

With a snarl of frustration, Claire stood, leaving her husband on the ground, panting and shiny with her juices. She stared at him for a moment longer, furious and humiliated, then turned and retreated to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

She lay on the bed, chest heaving, mind raging, and body burning with filthy, pent-up sexual tension. She needed release, and if her husband couldn’t give it to her, she was going to need to pursue… other avenues. She could simply get herself off… but she refused to give Zane the secret victory of thinking about him while masturbating in the lingerie he bought for her. She needed something to help her climax while keeping her mind safely off Zane.

Option A: Claire didn’t masturbate often, but when she did, she had a go-to fantasy. Her high school boyfriend Kellan. Prom night. It had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life. Kellan had turned out to be sort of a loser after high school, but he was the most popular kid in school at the time, and getting fucked by the handsome prom king had made Claire feel like a queen in a way that still turned her on. She could simply let her mind wander back to that explosive sexual encounter while using her fingers, and she was sure she could reach climax in no time, considering how turned on she was right now. (Of course, fantasizing about a pushy jerk with a big cock might lead her mind down… unhelpful pathways) 

Option B: Claire saw that Dan’s laptop was lying nearby. She never watched porn under normal circumstances, but if there was ever a time she needed quick sexual relief, it was now. She could call up some porn starring a dominant man with a big cock and get off without thinking about Zane specifically.

Option C: Maybe Claire had gotten rid of her husband too quickly. True, she didn’t think he was going to be able to get her off physically right now, but Dan was pretty good at dirty talk, and Claire enjoyed his appreciative eyes on her normally. They had never done it before, but maybe Dan could be an audience and dirty talk partner while she brought herself to orgasm. Maybe it would even bring them closer after his inability to perform. Even in her anger, Claire still loved Dan, and involving him in her climax at least in some way was appealing.