Lee is very self conscious about it, he thinks you’d want someone more fit and in shape. So he doesn’t like it all that much walking around shirtless when you’re around or when you two are intimate he wants the light off so you can’t see his tummy.
But you love it. You do whatever you can to show him how much you do. Whenever he steps out of the shower, you’re right there to wrap your arms around him and kiss his shoulder.
“You look so good, Lee. How did I get so lucky?”
You love dragging your nails over his tummy, watching goosebumps rise on the skin. You absolutely love kissing it which earns some giggles from Lee even though he tries to be tough about it.
Warnings: smut, reader is Lee’s wife’s best friend, forced cuckolding (so not really cuckolding at all), cheating, betrayal, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation (not of reader), cuckquean humiliation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, semi-public sex
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I wasn’t really surprised when I felt Lee pull me to him, his hard cock pressed against my backside as he cornered me between his body and the counter. I’d made the mistake of stepping away from the crowd at the barbecue for only a few minutes, per Florence’s request for help as she needed more veggies that hadn’t yet been cut.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “When I had you sitting on my fat cock… bouncing those hips up and down.” A hand brushed my hair over my shoulder, making me shiver as I tried to pretend to be focused on the task at hand.
“You took me so well…” He complimented, a kiss pressed against my nape while his hand found its way over my breast. “You always take me so well…”
It was ridiculous how quickly this man could have me panting. It didn’t matter when or where, really. It seemed like Lee Bodecker had the secret recipe to make me wet, and he liked to use it whenever his eyes fell on me, or whenever he seemed to think about me.
It was becoming increasingly more often, which was why I wasn’t shocked when he sneaked out from the party his wife had decided to throw the neighbors and found me here. But as much as I couldn’t deny that I was ready and willing to take him - and the way my cunt clenched around nothing, missing the thickness of his cock, was a testament to that - I knew it was too risky.
This was different from the nights he pretended to work late only to spend hours in my bed before slipping into his, where his wife - my best friend - slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the betrayal the sheriff was subjecting her to.
I wasn’t dumb or completely heartless. I knew I was equally at fault. But how could I have known that one moment of weakness would turn into a need to possess? And once Lee laid a claim on me, there was no denying him.
He’d ruined me. I’d let him destroy my body, my reputation, my friendship - anything just as long as he kept giving it to me in that way only he knew how.
“Lee,” I hissed, trying to ignore him and focus on the vegetables in front of me. “Now it’s hardly the time.” The second that I felt his smirk against my shoulder, I knew I was in for it, regardless of what I had to say on the matter.
“Then why am I so fucking hard?” It was true. I could feel him, ready and throbbing for the release he assured me only I could provide him. “C’mon, sweetness,” he incited, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “She’ll never notice it.”
There was a certain appeal to doing this behind her back, I had to admit. It’d been there since the beginning, of course, but now that the rush of the forbidden was even more obvious, it lit a fire in my belly I just couldn’t deny.
So I gave in. I let him bend me over Florence’s counter, the same one where she made him breakfast every morning, and moaned like a fucking whore when he buried himself inside of me.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and although I clenched, we both knew he wasn’t hurting me. I was always ready for his cock, no matter when or how.
There was nothing slow about how Lee fucked me, and I didn’t care. I loved how he was so eager to bring us both to a blinding release, and when he took me from behind and I got to hear the sound of his hips and tummy hitting my ass and the backs of my thighs, it didn’t take him any time to make me cum, which certainly worked in our favor today, considering the situation.
“Come here.” He pulled me by my hair so I’d kiss him and despite the uncomfortable angle, I couldn’t deny that was precisely what I wanted. Lee always tasted so sweet, it was intoxicating to have his tongue inside of my mouth, especially when his hand was curled around one of my breasts, like he was doing now.
“What is this?” My eyes snapped open at the sound of Florence’s voice, only to find her standing by the threshold of the kitchen, shock obvious in every feature of her face. I wanted to feel bad, I really did, but instead of stopping, her interruption only seemed to egg Lee on, and so when he picked up the pace, all I could do was slump against the counter, hiding my face against my arms.
“Lee, stop it!” She screeched, and I briefly wondered if she wasn’t worried about attracting the neighbors’ attention. I had no doubt she didn’t want anyone to know about this, but right now, as she witnessed her husband fucking her best friend, she probably couldn’t rationally decide anything.
“This is me fucking your best friend,” Lee helpfully offered, and I would have rolled my eyes at him if he wasn’t thrusting against that spot inside of me that had my toes curling, mouth running dry. “Wanna know why, Florence?”
I couldn’t lift my head to check on her, but I didn’t hear her respond. Lee kept going then, both in his movements and in his taunts, telling her, “because she loves being my little whore,” which only made me clench around him harder, loving to hear him degrade me like that in front of his wife.
Lee’s P.O.V.
Gathering her hair, I pulled her up to face Florence, taking sick pleasure in seeing how it affected my wife to look at my lover’s lustful expression while being filled by me.
“Don’t you, doll?” I questioned, keeping my eyes on Florence so I wouldn’t miss her reaction, catching the moment that she tried to avert her gaze.
“Look at her!” I ordered, quickening my thrusts so more moans of pleasure would spill out of my beloved’s lips. Florence was startled to hear me speak so loudly, following my command instinctively.
I could see the hurt in her eyes as she was forced to deal with the scene before her. I could see it, and I didn’t care. She could cry all she wanted. Nothing would make me stop fucking the pussy that was currently wrapped around me. I couldn’t.
Not when all I felt was bliss.
“See how happy she looks?” I asked, making sure Florence’s eyes were glued on the pleasure-filled expression on my lover. “She has no need to pretend that she doesn’t like sex or my fat cock stretching her little pussy. She just takes it, like the good girl that she is. See it, Florence? Look at her!”
I watched as my wife shivered at the scene we made, but also at my words, no doubt. I’d never been able to speak like this to her, especially not in the throes of passion. Sex with her was something quick and done to obtain some relief. At least after she managed to bag me, of course. Back when we were dating, she’d do everything she could to assure the ring that was currently on her finger, the one I regretted giving to her.
But I didn’t want to focus on the bad right now.
“Tell her how good it feels,” I ordered, pulling my lover up by her soft hair, forcing her to stare at her best friend, instead of hiding. I didn’t want her to feel bad about this, not when she was shaking with the intensity of her bliss.
I wanted her to remember this only for the good, because it was overwhelmingly perfect to me.
“It feels so good…” She moaned, head rolling back as her eyes closed only to snap open when she suddenly straightened up to face my wife. “You better get used to sharing him now,” she provoked, but it made me tense up behind her.
“No,” I announced. Both women in the room turned to stare at me, Y/N as best as she could considering the position we were in, but I knew what she was thinking. It was obviously the same laughable thought that ran through my wife’s head, if her widened eyes were any indication.
It took me one second to shoot down whatever hope she could still be entertaining about us.
“I want to be yours and only yours, darlin’.” I pulled the woman I loved so I could capture her lips with mine once more. She tasted so sweet, my head was spinning from the lack of breathing but I couldn’t find it in myself to separate from her.
“All mine?” She confirmed, the most delicious smile on her face before I kissed it away to wear it on my own expression.
“All yours, sweetness.” Sneaking a hand between her thighs, right where we were joined, I reached for her little button, wanting to hear her scream. The order to do just that fell from my lips accompanied by a slap to her clit just so she’d cry out for me. “There’s no need to be quiet anymore.”
I’d almost forgotten all about the woman watching us until I heard a sob coming from the threshold where she still stood. A mean smirk took over my face when I raised my gaze to meet hers again.
“I’m gonna breed her, Florence,” I warned, and that’s when she realized I was fucking her friend raw. “I’m gonna get her pregnant, and I’m gonna make you watch her belly grow with my seed.”
Just as the woman underneath me convulsed, a mean smirk took over my expression, and I kept my eyes on my wife’s as I fulfilled the prophecy I was threatening her with, “And you’re gonna help us raise the child.”
Okay so, i've got a Lee Bodecker Beauty and the Beast story in progress. Just lately I haven't felt much like writing. I'm hoping to finish it soon, but for now here's a sneak peek. I'm really excited for this story and cannot wait to share it.
Pairings: Paul Diskant X Reader, Lee Bodecker X Lloyd Hansen
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex (F receiving), mentions of masturbation (M), voyeurism, mentions of hired hitman, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.9K
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*dividers created by @saradika-graphics
Cuddled up on Paul’s chest, you kiss over his heart, asking, “And you don’t find it weird?” Paul rubs his hand up and down your back, while you stare out the window of your bedroom. It was in the back of the house, but there was an unsettling feeling when you looked out of it.
“He wants to help us out.”
“We’re becoming a charity case?” Paul grunts beside you. Starting to wiggle his body down the bed, “Paul, you can not always resort to eating me out as a way to not talk about things,” he pushes your thighs apart, and rubs his nose up and down your covered core, pouting up at you.
“Why can I not just taste my wife, and then…”
“Paul Diskant.”
“The event is private. It’s just a private auction put on between Lee and one of his friends. We don’t even have to be there.”
“Are they selling people?” Flattening out his tongue, he licks up your slit, and it just makes you more frustrated. Your handsome husband was in between your thighs, teasing you over your panties, while you were trying to have a normal conversation. “Paul?”
“No, they’re not selling people. Lee is the sheriff, you really think that he’s going to put that in jeopardy for us?” He starts to push the gusset of your panties to the side, and wiggles his finger in between your pussy lips. With a soft sigh, you turn and look out the window. There was a backroad. “What is it, Blossom?”
“Is that road accessible?”
“I’m sure, but no one goes out there,” you sit up, pushing him off you in the process, and he growls, “Take your panties off, and get back on the bed.”
“No,” while you may giggle, you walk towards the back door. Needing to check out if what Paul was saying was in fact true.
“Could you at least put something on besides my shirt?” You walk across the cold dew soaked grass, and to the edge of your property. There wasn’t much over here. “You gonna investigate the Pepsi cup?” Paul says, rolling his eyes. He reaches down in the branches to pick it up. “No one comes back here.”
“That cup doesn’t look that old.”
“It’s empty. I’m sure the wind just carried it over here. What has gotten into you?” You knew you weren’t crazy. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach any time that you looked out that window.
You hurry back inside, and go to the linen closet. Going to throw any sheet you could find over the curtain rod. Paul walks into the bedroom, and starts pulling down the sheets, “Blossom, stop. Stop,” he says more fiercely, wrapping his arms around you. “This is in the back of the house.”
“And say someone was sitting out there Paul? How many times do we fuck?”
“Well, when you say it like that…I like to think we make love.”
“Paul, I’m serious. You don’t feel like we’re being watched? And Lee…he’s — why did he arrange some creepy ass auction event that we don’t have to go to? And he just wants to pay for my therapy? It’s weird.”
“It’s a small town,” he gives you the sweetest kisses on your neck, and it does start to calm you down. “People in small towns, they’re a tight knit group. They help each other. Lee sees that you are the reason that keeps me moving. And if it means that I don’t have to put in more hours, and I can spend time with you.”
“You mean in between my legs.”
“Listen, that is my favorite spot, but you know I enjoy putting puzzles together with you,” he kisses lower on your body, starting ot sink to the floor, “Or when we watch movies, and you fall asleep on my chest, so you can hear a normal heartbeat,” completely in the floor, he presses your front against the window, pulling down your panties.
They drag over your soft skin, until you step out of them, “Cooking with you is my favorite. Now, I’ve been trying to get a taste for awhile. So you, my paranoid wife, just enjoy my mouth, okay? Lean forward. Press yourself against the window. I’ll wash them myself.”
Lloyd looks up from a live feed of a hunting cam, and smirks at Lee, “She almost found it,” he hands the phone over to his colleague and shakes his head. “Gotta hand it to you, I don’t know where the fuck you find these needy desperate women, but you do good work.”
“Since I’m fronting your private auction as a charity event to benefit that pretty thing,” he looks down at the phone, and stares a minute. Diskant’s mouth was drowning in your ass, and he had you so pleasured you were playing with your own tits. “I need a favor.”
“Oh? And what that might be? Try to get it figured out how you're going to get that sweet ass. She’s completely obsessed with her husband.”
“She’s dying.”
Lloyd rolls his eyes, Lee had a very specific way of getting women. “They’re always dying. Judith was dying. Maya was dying. When they don’t need you, and you find another.”
“I have been married to Judith for three years.”
“Hmm,” Lloyd reaches out for the phone. You were a pretty little thing, “What’s that hanging out of her chest? And what’s the deal with the purse?”
“It’s her battery pack. She’s dying and has a heart pump. Listen, Judith changed her mind. She doesn’t want kids. She stays out and drinks with her fucking friends every night, and I haven’t had sex in months. I had to jack off to these two fucking the other night.”
Lloyd busts out laughing, giving him the phone, “Please tell me that your shit wasn’t in that Pepsi cup,” Lee only stares at him. “You made your deputy pick up your cum soaked cup, and took it in his house to throw away.”
“They shouldn’t have been out here. Do you want to know what I need?”
“Fine, Lee. What do you need since you’re allowing me a front for one of my auctions?”
“She needs a heart transplant. The woman wants kids, and she cowers in Diskant’s arms. She wants to be petted. Looks to him for comfort constantly. I want that. But I need a heart.”
“Who do you want me to kill?” Lee slides over a file, and Lloyd cackles again when he opens it up. “You’re sure? Don’t you have to be a match or something?”
“Yes, you do. She’s had numerous tests run, and I was able to get someone to look into her files, she’s a perfect match,” Lloyd bites at his lip, opening the file again. “I need her heart intact. I need to make sure that she is in town, so she gets the heart as quickly as possible.”
“There weren't any other hearts that you could get? This is — Lee, I thought I was a psycho. This is some messed up shit,” Lee slams his hand down on the desk, standing up to tower over Lloyd, who removes a gun from his leg, and points it at Lee, “Sit your ass down. I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I’m asking why her?”
“I’ve made Judith’s heart fall in love with me once already. Why shouldn’t that heart go into her chest, and she falls for me? Diskant said after the transplant she would be able to have kids naturally.”
Lloyd looks back down at the phone right as your face presses against the glass, letting out what he could assume was a beautiful sound. Your husband stands up out of the floor, letting his boxers drop down before he starts rutting into you. The two of you were in love, and his friend was psychotic.
“What makes you think this woman is going to leave that man’s ass to be with you? You’d have better luck making voyeuristic porn with them. Say I kill Judith. Everything goes perfectly, your little pet gets her life saving surgery, and she doesn’t fall for you? What happens when they move back home and leave you? You going back to the hospital to find you another needy woman that will fuck you in the cruiser? Lee, I love you man, but this shit hasn’t been thought through.”
“She will love me!” His fist slams down on his desk, and he glares at Lloyd. “I’ll have you and every single goon kill her husband if I have to. She will be grateful for the comfort I bring her. I’ve already got Diskant talking out of his ass. He’s even mentioned how they had a shared fantasy of a threesome with another man. Why would he tell me that, Lloyd? He trusts me, and wants me to fuck his wife.”
“I don’t think that’s what that means.”
“You shut your cunt sucking mouth, and do your fucking job. Make sure I have enough money to give to the Diskant’s so they realize how valuable I am to them. Keep your business out of my county, and kill my wife in no longer than a month’s time. I need her heart to survive, so don’t shoot her in the heart. I don’t care what you fucking have to do, just fucking do it!”
“Calm your fucking tits, Lee. I’ll do the fucking job. You know I don’t give a shit. I’m talking about you. Here,” he pushes the phone over to him, and Lee watches as Diskant blows his load on the window. “Keep your creepy ass viewing this couple. That woman is on to you. That’s why she went looking. But I’ll make Judith dead. Make her regret the day she thwarted Lee Bodecker. Have fun jerking off, Lee.”
Lee glares down at his phone. Paul just didn’t know how lucky he was. You submissively drop to your knees, and your tongue licks his spend off the window. Your cute little face looks up at him with a smile, before he was pulling you back up to him. His mouth crashes into yours and he walks the two of you to the bed.
He could give Diskant more hours, leaving you alone. Lee had wondered what you did when you were alone and horny. Did you have toys stored away? Did you send Diskant explicit photos when he was at work? He was sure that Paul’s phone was a treasure trove of photos. And he needed to get access to that, too.
The new people in town were shaping up to be one of Lee’s favorite conquests. He loved these games. You seemed like the perfect woman. Loving, submissive, horny, wanted kids, and you needed your man. It was a delightful thought to think of having that all to himself. Soon, you would be given a heart that he had already claimed.
“Lee?”
“What?” He asks into his monitor.
“She’s at the bar again, and got in a fight with the bartender because he wouldn’t serve her anymore.”
“Dammit. I’ll come by to pick her up. You make sure she stays at that fucking bar. I don’t need anyone putting her in jail,” Judith was ruining his plans. He takes one more final look at his phone before he decides to leave.
Judith would pay for this. You and Paul were naked and cuddled up together. A couple of sluts in love. He didn’t want to get rid of Paul, but he would if he had to, because he had to have you. And he would. It was falling into place. And he can feel whole again, because he saved another woman’s life. It’s what he deserved.
I'd give anything to sit in Lee's lap and let him pet my hair and call me pretty
Sitting in his lap would cure everything.
Especially after having a long and very shitty day. You’re exhausted and just want to sleep the rest of the night away. Lee was working a late shift so you’re going to bed alone which makes everything worse. You text Lee right before you fall asleep that all you wanted after a shitty day was to lay in your husband’s arms.
So, hours later, you wake up to feel Lee next to you, kissing your head.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
You awake and immediately climb up into his lap, burry your sleepy face in his neck and breathe him in. His large hand pets your hair calling you his pretty girl until you fall asleep on his arms.
