Shaundra came, screaming. No dick quieting her mouth, instead it plugged her ass. She'd never allowed that before Lucian's games, and now it had her cumming volcanically. Her husband still didn't know what had brought this about, but he wasn't quite willing to pry and risk it ending. He fucked her pussy or ass nearly every day, and that was on top of a near daily blowjob, complete with deepthroat and swallowing.

The month of blowjobs every day had been great, but strange. She seemed to enjoy it, but was also pent up. He couldn't tell if she came or just got close, but he'd never touched her pussy and only fucked it once, and she kept telling him he didn't have to. Now she basically came every time he did if it was in her ass or pussy, and she still seemed eager to suck him off.

I must be crazy, he thought. Why ask any more questions? What do I even want to know?

"Goddamn, Baby. We should have done this years ago."

She panted and gasped, then giggled as her breathing came under control.

"I wasn't ready years ago. It wasn't never about how it feels. It was me being all worried. Worried what you'd think, worried you'd run out on me, worried I wasn't good enough."

She climbed off her perch on top of him, and snuggled to his chest. The room grew quiet.

"I had some stuff to work out. I just... realized I was my own worst enemy. Had a chip on my shoulder. About being skinny. Not having kids. Dark-skinned. Wondering if you like me or just... saw you could have me."

"You're beautiful, baby..."

"Thanks, sugar. But that ain't what it's about. I wonder if you felt good showing me off. I know lotta men would fuck me. I see they wantin' looks. But they wouldn't all stay. Wouldn't show me off."

"Dumbasses then. Not worth thinking about."

"Yeah. And I don't. Not no more. But I... I want to do this ho stuff. I feel good being nasty with my husband cuz I'm doing what I want. A ho is doing what she gotta do. It's a job. You ain't no job."

Shaundra felt his laugh through her cheek on his chest before the sound reached her ears.

"Crazy how that's a compliment. A damn good one, even. You ain't no job either, baby."

She kissed his neck.

"You sure? It's not too much trouble keeping all my holes stuffed?"

He pulled her tight. Something about his silence didn't seem quite serene, though.

"You got something on your mind."

She felt his chin push down on her as he nodded.

"I don't know. I can't think of anything I'd change, but..."

"Something feels off."

"Yeah. I guess."

"Don't worry, baby. I mean it. Not worrying is how I got here."

"Is that all it takes?"

"Well, yes, but it might be more complicated than it sounds. Nah, actually, it's a complicated question, but the answer is real simple. What we do together is because I want to and you want to. I'm not trying to get anything out of it except your cum. I want your dick, I want your balls empty, I want to lay on you after. Ain't nothing more to it. You got other business, anything else you'd rather do, I'll be here when you're done. You didn't think you had to stay in every night, did you? You just wanna come home when your wife's feeling freaky 24-7, I'd've thought."

"Damn, I guess... I felt a little cooped up, but... yeah, you didn't say come straight home every night. I mean, what's out there anyway?"

"I don't mind, baby. I'm just doing what I want. I expect you to do the same."

"Is there anything... off limits?"

"What you want, some new ho? I got friends I could call right now. Be here tonight. All I want is both of us to be real to the other. You want me to watch, leave, join in? I'm down. You seen I been getting mine, I ain't trying to stop you getting yours. Just say what you after."

"This don't seem real. You playin'? Tryna get me to tell on myself?"

Shaundra was quiet a long time.

"Aight. I got you. I want the truth, you want the truth, too. I'll give it to you. I ain't had no other man since we got together, but some of those friends I was talking about... they the kind of friends who will lick a friend's pussy when she gettin' a little pent up, and... well... I love your dick, but I didn't used to know how to get off with it every time."

"You're shittin' me."

"I'm sorry, baby. That's the worried bitch I tried to bury and be a freak wife instead. I knew it was wrong. I... I liked being angry, if that makes sense. I mean, it don't, that's why I been trying to change. I created a grudge so I could feel better about steppin' out with a couple lesbian bitches, and telling myself it wasn't like cheatin' with some other man. And then, I tried to apologize without even confessing, I guess. Can you forgive me?"

"Fuck... I'm... damn, that's a good apology though. You for real? Who are these hos?"

"Ah, you ain't met them... there's been four, but I lost touch with two. They both, um, white bitches."

"Goddamn. You out doin' what you worried I'd do."

"I know. I feel pretty dumb. I... there's more. Shit. You probably ain't going to believe this..."

"What? There was a man too?"

"Not like that. Not ever seen one. I mean... goddamn, it's strange. There's Lindy, and Candi, and they have a... I don't know what to call him. A blackmailer? He made them do stuff... shit, I gotta be for real. I only talked to him on the phone, but he's... it sounds fuckin' fake... he's a hypnotist. He laid a trap for any woman that fell asleep with those sluts... she'd whisper in your ear all night, and then he'd be in control."

"That sounds like bullshit. Tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry! I know! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't live it! He made it so I couldn't cum without his say-so! I'm a liar! He did it, not me. He made me stop seeing them bitches. He made me suck you off and give it up whenever you want, however you want. Now I get to cum every time I feel you cum. I just... as that month went by and I pretended it was all my own idea, I wished it was. I wished some creep wasn't the one who showed me how good it could be to just focus on my husband. I wanted to make it real."

He stayed silent a long time.

"So you was forced to do it... but now, you want to?"

"Yeah, that's a fair way to say it."

"Is that everything?"

"I... well, if you want to punish me... he's got a... rule he put on me... if I go 24 hours without swallowing your cum, my clit will start itching like crazy until I do, and nothing else will help, cuz it's not even really happening except in my head."

"No shit?"

"Yeah. And I can't cum other than when you cum in my ass or pussy."

"Damn. This creep really hookin' me up. I oughta shake his hand and buy him a drink."

"Look, I know... you mad right now, and I get that. Just... do what you gotta do. I'll take my punishment like a good girl. When I started talking, I made peace with losing you, too. I'm done hiding anything. If I gotta lie to keep you, I don't deserve you."

"I'm going to need some time to think."

"Ok. I get it."

He stood and began dressing.

"You probably want to be back about two o'clock tomorrow if you ain't already."

"Why?"

"Cuz that's when the show starts. I'll probably be begging to suck you off in no time."

*****

Shaundra watched the second hand move. She didn't know down to the minute when the 24 hour mark would be, but it was close.

It was subtle at first. It hit exactly 2pm, and she let out a breath, loud in her own ears. The itch had been sudden and intense before, but it had been for only a few seconds, as a warning. Now, as punishment, it was slow to build. In fact, she first felt simply flushed, as if the room had warmed up. She couldn't even be sure it was Lucian's doing at that point.

Then her clit itself seemed to heat up, more than the rest of her body. She had already been slightly aroused; now desire moved in waves up and down her body, and she found her hips starting to move on their own just as the first tingle of itching struck. Her hands moved before her mind caught up. She stopped herself. Touching would only make it worse. Her heart pounded as the itching increased. She felt her clit harden; it was always a little more plump, but now it felt like a little balloon inflating.

Arousal flared within her, but the irritation was not drowned out. After a few minutes she couldn't stay still, and clenched and unclenched her hands to keep them from diving into her waistband and clawing at her panties.

It seemed to level out. To be sure, there was no relief, but she was able to relax and stand up. Her jaw ached from biting back a scream.

Shaundra felt heated, in every sense of the word. The room felt too hot. Of course, her clit was on fire with need and that hellish itch. She wanted to get fucked, hard and fast, but knew that wouldn't relieve her. Still, at fifteen past two o'clock, she managed to stand, steady herself, and walk to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. She ended up splashing it in her own face, but the second one she drank and took a deep breath. Then she gripped the sink's edge, and concentrated on not moving her hips. She had to keep her thighs spread; though only her actual clit itched, her entire vulva was irritated. She'd stubbornly been wearing snug jeans and panties when the clock struck. She wished she'd been naked or in a skirt now.

The clock hit half past two, and a wave of heat went through her whole body, followed by a new level of intensity to the itch.

Was he coming home?

Would she call?

Who would she call? Her husband, or the white devil Lucian?

Maybe he's just the regular devil, she thought.

She moaned out loud. She needed to get her pants off, but she needed to be ready for what it would feel like.

She took one hand off the sink, and shakily pulled at her zipper, just barely jostling her angry clit. The feeling was practicality indescribable, other than intense. It was extremely uncomfortable, but she wanted more of it, and she knew rubbing or trying to itch it would quickly overwhelm her senses.

There was a little relief of pressure when it was done, though. She steadied herself, and undid the button. That didn't cause quite as much commotion.

It was a five minute process, full of jerks and jolts, gasps and stops, to shimmy out of the jeans. It felt like an hour. She cursed herself for not getting naked before. Stupid.

Soon she was able to peel her soaked panties away. The fresh air hit her clit as firmly as a slap. She got them down to her thighs and just gripped the sink for awhile. Not moving helped, but also gave her nothing else to focus on. Her clit ached and throbbed, and the itching didn't stop.

I want to cum. She didn't know if she'd said it out loud; she was pretty sure she didn't mean to, but also pretty sure she'd heard herself say it.

Cumming was a long way off. The itch would stop when she sucked off her husband; she'd be crazy to try to cum first. Or maybe she'd go crazy if she tried it.

Her phone was in her pocket, which was now a lot harder to reach.

She bent and retrieved it. She felt like a stripper, keeping her stance wide and her legs straight as she folded in half at the waist. She thought she must have looked less graceful but more obviously sexual.

She'd told him it would be a show. She was thinking how good it would feel to cum, how fast he'd be across the room and pounding into her if he was watching.

"Come on, baby. Call me," She moaned to herself. "Nah, fuck that. Show up and fuck me."

She shimmied to the fridge, somewhere between an awkward waddle and a sensual sashay.

She was dialing him as she hit the ice dispenser on the door.

On the second ring, she hissed as she held the ice to her angry clit. It helped, but not as much as if the itch was real.

"Pick up..."

She'd made it 45 minutes.