Free The Obedient Wife by Carolyn Faulkner

that much, but he wasn’t wrong when he insisted that it was true the moment they met.
    “You were a good girl today,” he whispered huskily against her neck, nibbling just below her ear, feeling her shudder all over at the compliment.  He was always very supportive of her, but compliments were doled out sparsely, so as not to lose their effect, she surmised.  “Was it hard to do?”
    “Yes,” she whispered baldly, answering him more slowly than usual because it was just that hard to concentrate on talking.  “It’s just so . . . public, you know?  The stalls have those doors that have the half inch gap around the doors - just enough that, if you look at all, you can really tell who’s in the stall and what they’re doing.”
    “Was there someone else in there when you went to insert them?”
    His lips weren’t the only part of him that was busy as he interrogated her.  His fingers had boldly spread her lips wide apart, settling heavily onto her exposed clit but very carefully not moving at all after that, as if he knew just how close she was - and she was sure that, somehow, he did.
    “N-no,” she mewled, lost in his touch, eyes closed, her cheek resting against the bulge of his bicep for support.  Sean liked to get her to talk about how doing what he commanded felt to her, but Ginger knew she wasn’t up for his usual voyeuristic explorations.  She was quite literally seconds away from flying apart.
    As if he sensed just how close she was, he suddenly stepped away from her and Ginger let out a mournful cry at the sudden loss of intimacy - and stimulation.
    “I want you on the bed, with your legs spread.  Now.”
    She hurried to obey, worried about where this was going to lead.
    He had turned to stand looking down at her from the end of the bed, arranging her close to the edge, legs splayed obscenely.
    “Touch yourself.  I want to watch you cum,” he commanded.
    That was a surprise.  He didn’t usually like her to masturbate - she was prohibited from doing so without his permission, and he almost never gave it.  He liked the idea that her pleasure came from him alone.
    His unusual order had her flustered, since this was such a rare thing, and he was standing in a position where he would be able to see every bit of the action, how her hands began to wander slowly past her waist, using the fingers of her left hand and the outer edges of her ring and pinky fingers of her right to hold herself open to him - quite lewdly displayed - as her middle finger dutifully dipped down to wet its tip in the veritable fountain of her own dew, then began to swirl around her already severely swollen and distended clit.
    She was at such a sensitive point that even her own touch had her jackknifing from the sheer raw sensations.
    Sean was still fully clothed, although he had already freed himself from the confines of his jeans and underwear, springing forth a good eight inches away from his fly, long and thick and already dripping with pre-cum.  He slathered himself with lubricant - some from a clinical tube and some by reaching down to press two thick, hard fingers deeply inside of her, pushing the invader that was already there just that much further inside her, with no preamble whatsoever, while she touched herself - causing his prim little wife to issue a guttural groan at his unexpected invasion.
    He didn’t linger. She was to pleasure herself on her own - with no help from him.  Well, none but those ever-present balls that he revved up to their highest notch.  This had her gyrating madly before him, nearly sending him over the edge before she got there seconds later, her body already so primed that she went off like a rocket, long golden locks ebbing and flowing against the background of the pale pink comforter, as if he was watching Venus herself writhing with pleasure in front of him.
    And she was his Venus.
    When he screamed with his own completion, spurting onto the tops of her still busily frigging