You have to make time for these things as you get older, as relationships mature to the point where spontaneity can no longer be relied upon. Dinner and a show. A new Vietnamese place and then an old Irish punk bar, juxtaposing the bright, fresh flavors of southeast Asia and the raw, furious power of North Sea hooliganism. What’s not to love? She’ll want to dance after her first drink. I’ll want to watch.
Many drinks later, she’s sliding into the backseat of the car next to me. The story of our evening is retold by the mingled aromas of anise and jalapeno, English beer and Irish whiskey, lingering perfume and pheremonal sweat. My hand slides up her jean-clad thigh, cupping inward towards the warmth between her legs. I kiss her, gently.
“Ready to go home?”
She nods at me, smiling, knowing what awaits.
—
We end up getting a little handsy in the car. What can I say, whiskey makes me slutty. My hand is down the front of her unbuttoned jeans, encouraging the growing wetness there, when a thought occurs.
“Hey, man. You wanna see my wife’s tits?”
Up until now, the driver has been putting on a largely believable show of professionalism. Hands at ten and two. Eyes on the road. No discernable reaction to her soft moaning nor the heady scents of feminine arousal.
“These jeans are so fuckin tight they’re half impossible to get off otherwise I’d offer a look at her cunt, too. Whaddaya say, man?”
A single nod. Eyes flashing rapidly between the rear view mirror and the lights of the road ahead.
“Show him.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She never does. Her sweater pulled over her head, her bra removed in a single fluid motion. My wife’s breasts are bigger than most, but not huge, only slightly over-large against the shape of her torso. Soft porcelain skin, pale enough to be translucent, gives way to large pink areolae centered with thick, hard nipples. Her hands begin to caress, squeeze and pull at the swollen flesh, my commanded exhibitionism furthering her already evident arousal.
“Thoughts?”
Aggressive nodding from the driver’s seat as a hand drops from 2 o’clock into the shadowed darkness below.
“Yeah. Must say I agree.”
—
Our front yard is glittering with evening frost. She reaches for her sweater as the door locks pop open.
“No.”
She looks at me, half incredulous, half imploring. I shake my head. She pouts for only a split second before thanking the driver and promptly exiting the car, striding out into the freezing winter air wearing nothing but her favorite jeans and her least favorite heels. I tip the driver, gather her discarded clothes and follow her halfway up the walk before stopping. On the threshold of our home, she spins to face me, one arm lazily attempting to cover her bare chest, the other cocked petulantly against her hip.
“You have the keys,” she whines.
“Too bad.”
“No seriously, it’s freezing and the neighbors will see, can you please just open the door?”
“Beg for me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Not even a little.”
She hesitates, that petulant look again.I reach for a cigarette from my coat pocket. “No no no nononono, please. Please, Daddy, it’s so cold.”
“I dunno…” My lighter sparks to life. She can see my smile.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” I close the lighter and pocket the cigarette. With a wide grin, I reach for the door knob and turn. Our front door swings easily open, revealing the dimly lit warmth of home.
“Fuck you,” she mutters playfully, as I step inside past her topless form.
Immediately, I turn and slap her face twice. The door stands half open as I grab an exposed nipple between thumb and forefinger and twist, eliciting a very satisfying reaction.
“Excuse me?” I pull. She shivers, then moans.
“Sorry, Da-” Another slap to her face, flushed now from both the cold and my hand.
“I’m so sor-” Slap. Slap.
“Daddy, I’m s-” Slap. That one does it. The switch flips. Her eyes soften, her posture relaxes, her head tilts back every so slightly and she smiles at me. Until this moment, she had been my date, my partner, my wife. Now she is my pet, my property, my doll.
I close and lock the door.
(Thanks for reading.)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qrc2zt/doll_night_mf