His Sub

If there was anything I had wanted that evening, it was to be with my husband, Kyle, alone in bed, playing and laughing, even if he insisted on denying me the pleasure of his cock. A guest at dinnertime – whoever he might be – was a distraction.

Then, the guest was Garth. I had never liked his presence in our home and would not hide my feelings. But I couldn't do much more about it than be disgruntled. Even then, I dared not let Kyle know that I was unhappy with his friend in our home.

I left the kitchen, thinking I would see Garth and Kyle in the living room since it had been about a minute since I heard the door open. But no one was there. I set the table and waited for them to return. I looked out the window and realized they had only briefly gone outside to sort out something with the taxi driver.

When they returned, Kyle re-introduced Garth to me.

“So, this is Garth. Do you remember him?”

"Of course I do," I responded with a wry smile, which pleased Garth as he almost drooled whi