Satisfied with their female led relationship, Jenn and Kevin have a moment of crisis when he violates the agreement of their marriage. Seeing that she can’t fully trust her husband when he is not under her direct supervision, Jenn has a radical solution to controlling her husband’s sexuality. It might be painful, but a small prick and some blood is worth it…at least to Jenn.
This is an 11,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part five of a six part series.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, cheating spouses, fem dom relationships, enforced male chastity, body modification, sex with multiple partners, and explicit depictions of adult sexuality that not all members of the public will enjoy.
“What are you doing tonight?” Kevin asked his wife as she was busy in the bathroom applying her makeup.
“Getting laid,” Jenn told him casually, concentrating on applying mascara.
Kevin rolled his eyes. She was in a party dress and he was in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, ready for bed. “You aren’t dressing up like that just for sex,” he said. “What does Evan have planned for you?”
“A little party,” she said. “Just some friends and drinks.”
“That’s it? Not much of a date,” Kevin scoffed.
“And then we’ll go back to his place for sex,” Jenn clarified as she zipped her makeup bag closed.
“I thought he lived with his girlfriend.”
Jenn kissed her husband on the cheek, carefully so as not to smear her lipstick. “She’s visiting her parents this weekend, or so he says.” She winked at him. “Love you honey. See you late tonight.”
“Who’s going to be at this party? Am I going to be the old lady?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s mostly my friends from college.”
Which, Jenn calculated, would put her roughly ten years older than the crowd average.
“I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” she told him nervously. The proposal he had made a week ago had seemed exciting at the time, but she had too much time to reflect on it.
“You won’t be the only girlfriend there,” he reminded her.
“How many guys are supposed to show up?”
“Dave said eight. A lot of us shared a house during junior and senior year.”
“That seems like a lot.”
“It won’t be.”
About the Author
Elliot Silvestri lives in upstate New York where he works and writes, not always at the same time. He has a degree in English Literature and his professors would be appalled at the shoddy construction of his characters and plots for his ebook erotica. His free time is spent with his wife and children, repairing a one hundred year old house, and herding the family’s three cats. Follow on Tumblr at elliotsilvestri.tumblr.com.