The Cuckold Transformation Pt. 01

Chapter 01: Let's go to the bar!

As they settle into their SUV, John takes a moment to admire Sarah in her short black dress. The fabric hugs her ass cheeks perfectly, and the low-cut neckline shows enough cleavage to be enticing. He was dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The outfit is formal enough for a night out but not stuffy or uncomfortable. John starts the engine and turned to Sarah, "Well, where are we heading tonight," Sarah thinks for a moment as her fingers scrolling through her phone, "How about 'The Rusty Tap', you know, the bar we used to go to a couple of years ago," John suggests.

Sarah shook her head, "No babe, that place closed ages ago. I found this new bar, it's called 'The Velvet Lounge'. It looks awesome, lots of young energy," she said showing him the website on her phone.

John glances at the website and types the name into the car's GPS, "I've never heard of it, but it looks cool," trying not to make a big deal about it.

Sarah's eyes light up as she scrolls through more pictures, "Look, they have a DJ and dance floor! I hope they're playing tonight, it's been forever since I've gone out dancing," her voice full of excitement.

John's heart sank a little not being much of a dancer but not wanting to ruin Sarah's night, "Yeah, that could be fun," he said forcing a smile as he started to drive, glancing at the GPS on the dashboard. The Velvet Lounge was only a few miles away from the house. Meanwhile, Sarah expends her time on the phone chatting with her friend and John's therapist, Claire, she had a huge grin on her face as she recounts the events of the day to her friend.

'Hey, Claire! I have so much to tell you, today was so intense that I didn't have time," Sarah said her voice bubbling with excitement, "You won't believe what happened at the supermarket today. I was flirting with this hot guy right in front of John and he didn't say anything. He was being all whiny and submissive, it was kind of cute, I loved it, hahaha.'

'Hey, Sarah! Wait, what? Is he already doing that, I thought that would take at least a couple more sessions to arrive at that stage, to be honest," said Claire in her very first message.

'Wait, there's more, much more! When we arrived home I kinda seduced him, made him hard, and then gave him the order to choose a slutty outfit for me and made him dress me, which he did, he even brushed my hair for me, isn't that fucking awesome?'


Claire laughed on the other end of the screen, 'Oh my god, Sarah, you're such a bitch, I love it. So, where are you guys going tonight?'

'Well, we're going to this university-style bar. I don't know why but I feel like dancing and celebrating tonight I'm lying, I do know why,' she typed adding tons of laughing emoticons before hitting send.

Sarah's phone dings with a response from Claire 'OMG, can't wait to hear how it all goes down tonight.'

Sarah took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting in her lap, 'I'm a little worried about how far I can go with John right now, you know? I don't want to move too fast and screw everything up. We've been planning this for a while, and I don't want to ruin it.'

'Listen, John is clearly giving early signs that he won't cause any major trouble. I would bet that soon he's gonna be completely broken with the way he's been so obedient and understanding lately. That's a good sign, you just need to keep testing him, step by step, and see how he reacts, if he's not ready for something you will notice. Don't worry, Sarah, you've got this,' Claire's expression softens as she types.

'It makes sense, I guess you're right as always,' Sarah sends her a final message with a confident grin growing on her face. When Sarah turned off the screen on her phone she realized they had arrived. John had already parked the car on the street at the bar, "Hey, babe wait a sec before you get out," Sarah said, her tone confident and commanding. John, who was already halfway out of the car froze and looked at her. Sarah's eyes narrowed as she leaned over, her voice dripping with authority, "Do I need to tell you how I expect you to behave tonight," her words hanging heavy in the air.

John's face turned a deep shade of red and he stammered out a response, his voice barely above a whisper, "N-no, Sarah. I know what I'm expected to do. I'll be a perfect gentleman, charming and attentive to your every need, I won't complain or whine about anything. I'll make sure you have the best time, I promise," he lowered his gaze awaiting her approval.

Sarah's eyes widen in surprise at John's quick and submissive response. A sly smile spread across her face as she realized that Claire was right, "Well, well, well," she purrs, "It looks like someone has been paying attention. Since you're so eager to please why don't you opening the door for your lovely wife," she asked batting her eyelashes and putting on her best innocent voice.

John quickly gets out of the car and rushes to open the door for Sarah who stepped out with a satisfied smile on her lips as she took in John's submissive behavior. He offered her his arm and she took it and the two of them walked toward the bar together.

As Sarah and John make their way toward the entrance of The Velvet Lounge the sound of low-beat music and chatter growing louder as they approach. The bar was well-designed with a rustic feel thanks to the wooden architecture and light decorations. It was a large space, with plenty of tables scattered around, but still leaving plenty of room for people to dance. Outside the bar, a group of young guys were drinking and smoking suggesting that the bar was already busy. Sarah and John exchange a glance without speaking as they step inside.

The atmosphere was electric, the dim lighting and lively music created an energetic vibe and the bar was packed with people from twenty to forty years old. Sarah's eyes widened as she took it all in, a grin spreading across her face. John followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the room for an open table as they made their way through the crowd weaving between groups of people laughing and dancing, the bar was even bigger than they had imagined. Finally, they spotted an empty table near the back and made their way over where John held a chair for Sarah as they both sat down.

As they settled into their seats at the bar John looked around and realized there were no waitresses in sight, "You know what, I'll go grab our drinks from the bar, It'll be faster," he said to Sarah, eager to be proactive and please her, "What can I get for you?"

Sarah grinned, looking him up and down before saying, "I'll have a sex on the beach and... a cigarette!"

John's eyebrows furrow slightly as he hesitates for a moment, "Really, I've never seen you smoke," his voice wavering.

Sarah leaned in closer to him, her confidence growing by the second, "I'm in the mood to try something new tonight," she purred, "Are you going to disappoint me, John," looking at an imaginary clock on her wrist.

John's submissive side kicked in and he quickly shook his head, "Of course not, babe I'll be right back with your drink and cigarette," he hurried off to the bar eager to fulfill her request. Making his way to the bar he noticed a few people ahead of him and would have to wait to place their order. He took the time to scan the large menu written in chalk on a blackboard above the bar when he overheard a conversation between the two guys behind him.

"Fuck man, did you see that chick sitting alone over there? She's wearing this dress that barely covers her ass," one of them said.

"The one with sucking dick lips, yeah, I noticed her before, her dress is so tight you can practically see her pussy. I bet she's not wearing any panties," the other responded.

"Fuck, I'd love to get a closer look at that, I bet she's begging for someone to come over and fuck her right here in the middle of the bar."

"I'd tear that dress right off of her and bend her over that table. She'd be screaming my name in no time."

"I bet she's a filthy little slut who loves getting fucked in public. I'd make her cum all over my cock while everyone watched."

"Fuck, I'd make her choke on my cock until she's begging for more. Then I'd fuck her so hard she couldn't walk straight," the second guy laughed out loud.

John standing at the bar waiting for his turn to order listened to the explicit comments being made about his wife. His heart raced with fear and humiliation but remained silent. He knew that it was Sarah they were calling a slut and saying she has lips made for sucking cock, even without looking at them. He felt shame, but his submissive nature took over making him too scared to do anything. He knew he should defend her honor but the thought of confrontation made him feel weak so he stood there pretending not to hear the crude remarks hoping the men would lose interest, 'It's better to ignore it and keep the peace,' he told himself trying to justify his inaction, 'I don't need to cause a scene or make things worse, I need to focus on getting the drinks and get back to Sarah, that's it.'

John finally makes his order asking for a beer for himself, sex on the beach, and a cigarette for Sarah. When he was paying the clerk said, "Listen, man, you can't smoke inside, ok? It's only allowed in the outdoor area."

John nods in understanding and replies, "No problem, I'll take it outside," he grabbed the drinks and headed toward Sarah.

John returned to the table and handed Sarah her drink and cigarette, "The clerk said we can't smoke inside, only on the balcony."

Sarah let out a little laugh, "Oh, you're too innocent, babe. I dare you to find someone who would have the guts to tell me I can't smoke one little cigarette inside, no one is going to bother me, I'd bet one million dollars on that," she winked at him and took a sip of her drink. Sarah turned in her chair and placed a hand gently on the shoulder of a nearby man, a muscular guy with tattoos peeking out of his sleeves with a confident and seductive smile she leaned in and asked in a sultry voice, "Hey, do you happen to have a light?"


The man looked her up and down, a smirk playing on his lips he didn't hesitate to pull out a lighter and light her cigarette for her. Sarah thanked him with a flirtatious wink and took a long drag blowing the smoke out slowly as she turned back to face John with a triumphant look on her face, "See," she said with a confident grin, proving her point. Sarah took a sip of her sex on the beach as her eyes sparkled with excitement looking around the bustling bar, "Isn't this place amazing, babe," her voice dripping with confidence, "Look at all these people, the energy is electric, we should come out more often," she leaned in closer to him her voice dropping to a whisper, "And I can already tell, I'm getting some serious looks from some of these guys, it's like they can sense my "power."

John shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling small and insignificant next to Sarah's bold and assertive personality. Taking a drink of his beer to avoid her gaze, "Yeah, I know damn well about that," he muttered not wanting to say what he had heard about her two minutes ago.

Sarah looks at John with a playful smirk noticing the unease in his expression as she talked about the other guys checking her out. She found it kinda cute that he was trying to play along even though it was clear he was struggling. She leans in closer, her voice taking on a more commanding tone, "Hey, chill out, babe I promise after a few drinks, you'll be feeling the vibe too and don't worry, I'm still going home with you at the end of the night, my husband, got it?"

John let out a nervous chuckle and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I guess you're right, I mean it's not like I'm not used to guys looking at you all the time but something about tonight feels different, you know?"

Sarah grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Totally, I feel it too, maybe it's because tonight is gonna be different but hey, maybe that's what is making it exciting, right? Let's go with the flow and see what happens," she takes a sip of her drink, her confident and bossy attitude on full display. John and Sarah continued to sip on their drinks as the bar became more and more crowded. People were laughing and chatting all around them and now and then John would catch someone stealing a glance at Sarah but for the most part, they were left alone.

After about an hour a tall handsome man with an unshaven beard and long hair approaches their table. He had a sexy smile, a tattoo on his right arm, and was wearing a white shirt and his jeans showed off his toned physique. He barely looked at John and Sarah at first pointing to the empty chair at their table and asking, "Excuse me, is this chair taken?"

Sarah slowly looked the man up and down taking in his rugged appearance and confident demeanor. She gave him a seductive smile and asked, "Why, do you want to sit here," she patted the chair next to her suggestively.

The man seems confused for a moment, glancing between Sarah and John wondering if he'd misread the situation, "Um, actually I was wondering if I could grab the chair for my friend's table?"

Sarah wasn't deterred, she continued to flirt with the man, her voice low and seductive, "Sure you can, but my offer seems better, don't you think," taking a slow sip of her drink, never taking her eyes off the man.

John watched the interaction unfold knowing he deep down he should probably say something but he couldn't find the words. Plus a part of him was a bit turned on by Sarah's boldness and the attention she was giving to this handsome stranger.

The guy raised an eyebrow intrigued but still hesitant he took another glance at John before looking back at Sarah his eyes scanning her up and down, "Yes, looking from here, the offer looks great. But aren't you two together," he asked trying to gauge the situation.

Sarah had been expecting this question and didn't miss a beat keeping her cool and confident demeanor shd holding the guy's gaze without wavering, "Yes, that's my hubby, John, but still.." she said shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly as if to say it's not a big deal.

The guy's expression changed to one of surprise but he quickly recovered as a sly smile spreading across his face. He could tell that Sarah was the type of girl who liked to push boundaries and take risks. He, not one to back down from a challenge, especially not so sexy one, "Well, in that case maybe I'll take you up on that offer after all, I'm Chris by the way," he said his voice low and seductive taking the empty chair and sitting down next to Sarah.

John couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew Sarah was flirty but didn't think she would be this bold especially with him sitting right there and yet here she was openly flirting with this guy as if it was no big deal. John could imagine what Chris must have been thinking he was assuming that John was some kind of cuckold or someone cool with his wife being a slut and flirting with other guys,' taking a swig of his beer John tried to act like he was unbothered but inside he was seething. He wanted to tell Chris to get the fuck away from his wife but he knew that was not how the game worked anymore and he would have to sit here and take it, like a good little bitch.

Sarah flipped her hair back as she extended her hand to Chris, a seductive smile playing on her glossy lips, "Hey, I'm Sarah," she said her voice dripping with sweetness. Chris took her hand, his touch was so strong and confident that Sarah couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Chris replied his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Holding onto her hand a little longer than necessary his thumb brushing against her soft skin. Sarah didn't mind one bit and even found herself leaning in closer to him. Chris then turned his attention to John extending his hand in a friendly gesture, "You must be John, right," he asked flashing a charming smile. John hesitates for a moment before taking Chris's hand in a firm handshake, "Nice to meet you, man," Chris continued, "Your wife is stunning, you're a lucky guy."

John forced a small smile, trying to play along like he was used to other men hitting on his wife, "Thanks, man," he replied, his voice slightly shaky. He could feel Sarah's eyes watching his every move. Chris could sense the tension in the air but was not quite sure what the dynamic was between John and Sarah he figured the best approach was to play it cool and see where things go. Bringing his attention back to her, Sarah ran her fingers over Chris's tattoo feeling the ridges and contours of the intricate design on his bicep, "This is so sexy," biting her lower lip as she looked at him through her lashes, "What does it mean?"

Chris smirked at her, clearly enjoying the attention, "It's a symbol of strength and power," flexing his arm slightly to make the muscles bulge.

Sarah's eyes widen at his words, and she bites her lip again, "Wow, that's so hot," she said running her hand further up his arm, "I love a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to show it."

Chris leans in closer to her, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "And what about you, Sarah do you know what you want?"

Sarah met his gaze, "Oh, I always know what I want," her hand sliding down to his wrist, "And right now, I want to know more about you," she licked her lips suggestively making it clear that she was interested in more than his tattoo.

Chris flashed a confident smile at Sarah, his blue eyes sparkling with pride, "Well, I'm a fireman, actually I'm the captain at my station. I've been in the department for almost ten years now working my way up the ranks, it's a tough job, but I like it."

Sarah's eyes light up as Chris revealed that he was a fireman, "Are you serious, oh my god, that's so hot, I've always had a thing for firemen," she gushed, interrupting him mid-sentence. She places her hand on his arm again, her fingers gently squeezing his muscular bicep, "I mean, firemen are like the epitome of manliness risking their lives to save others, running into burning buildings while everyone else is running out, it's so sexy," Sarah's voice had taken on a breathy quality as she leaned in closer to Chris her cleavage prominently on display. Her touch lingered on his arm as she batted her eyelashes at him, "I mean don't you love the feeling of power and control you have in a situation like that, knowing that people are counting on you to save them and you have the skills and the strength to do it?"

Chris grinned at her, clearly enjoying the attention and the admiration, "Well, it's not always easy but yeah, there's a rush that comes with it and there's a good feeling knowing that you're making a difference."

Sarah's hand slid down to Chris's wrist, her fingers tracing small circles on his skin, "I bet you're amazing at what you do," her tone suggestive like a teenage girl flirting for the first time in her life, "I mean, just look at you, you exude confidence and strength. I can't imagine how good you must be with your hands," she winked at him, leaving no doubt as to what she was insinuating. Sarah's fingers continued to trace patterns on Chris's muscular arm as she turned her attention to John, "What about you, sweetheart," she asked her voice sweet and innocent, "Tell Chris what you do for a living."

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and looked down at his drink before finally meeting Chris's gaze, "Um, I'm an architect," he muttered his voice barely audible over the music.

Sarah gave him a playful scolding look, her hand still resting on Chris's arm, "Come on, John you can do better than that, we're all friends here, tell Chris what you do."

John took a deep breath and let out a sigh, looking at Sarah with a pleading expression. She smiled sweetly at him encouraging him to go on, "Well, I'm an architect but my main job is as an interior designer," he admitted his voice still low.

Sarah giggled and rolled her eyes playfully, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it," patting John's knee. Then she turns back to Chris her hand one more time exploring his muscular arm, "Isn't that adorable, my husband picks out the colors of the rugs and the curtains. He even chooses the perfect shade of throw pillows to match the sofa," said Sarah giggling and mocking John while looking at Chris.

Sarah giggled as Chris raised an eyebrow in surprise at John's profession, "Really, I didn't know guys did that," a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sarah leaned forward her hand still resting on Chris's arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Oh, usually they don't," her tone playful, "But my husband is an exception, he's great at it like he was born for it."

Chris chuckled taking a drink of his beer, "So he doesn't save people's lives every day, but he knows the difference between nude and pastel colors?"

Sarah threw her head back and laughed, her long hair cascading down her back, "Exactly," her eyes shone with amusement, "He can walk into a room and immediately know what shade of white would look best on the walls, it's a special talent."

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat embarrassed by the attention on his profession. Sarah didn't seem to notice or maybe she didn't care. She was too busy flirting with Chris her hand now moving up and down his arm in a slow, sensual motion, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what he does," she continued her voice taking on a more serious tone, "He has an eye for beauty and detail that I could never have and he makes people's homes look amazing but sometimes I wish I had a man that was a little more manly, you know?"

Chris raises an eyebrow smirking at Sarah, "So you're saying you wish he was more like me?"

Sarah looked at Chris, her lips curling into a seductive smile, "Maybe I am," her voice barely above a whisper, "There's something about a man who knows how to handle a hose, you know?"

John cleared his throat, looking down at his drink. He knew he should say something, defend his profession and/or his masculinity but he couldn't seem to find the words and he didn't want to ruin the moment for Sarah. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he didn't know if this was the right moment to put a stop to it so he sat there silently drinking his beer as Sarah continued to flirt with the fireman in front of him who was lost in their flirty conversation, touching and laughing like they where the only two people in the room. Sarah couldn't help but feel a thrill every time Chris put his hand on her leg or brushed her hair out of her face while John sat there awkwardly only occasionally trying to interject with Sarah barely noticing him.

After a while, Sarah leaned in even closer to Chris, her hand resting on his thigh and her fingers playing with the hem of his shorts, "Listen, John," turning to her husband with a sweet smile, "Don't you need to go to the bathroom or maybe grab us another round of drinks," she winked at him, making it clear that she wanted him to leave them alone.

John looked at her with a confused and hurt expression on his face that Sarah didn't care. Chris took this opportunity to make his move turning to John with a confident grin, "You know what, John," he said pointing to the door, "There's a nice park across the street. Why don't you go for a little walk and take some pictures of the trees or something, give us some time to get to know each other better."

Sarah could barely contain her excitement as John hesitates for a moment looking between her and Chris. She gave him a little push still smiling sweetly but with a hint of annoyance in her voice, "Go on, honey," she said dismissively, "We'll be fine," John reluctantly got up and left. Sarah immediately turns back to Chris, her hand moving higher up his thigh.

"Take pictures of the trees," John said out loud a bit surprised and stupidified at the same time. He couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. He was sitting right there and Sarah and Chris were acting like he wasn't present, "It's like I'm the one who's bothering them, not the opposite," he tried to interject a comment or two but they were completely absorbed in their little world laughing and touching each other like lovestruck teenagers.

Sarah rolled her eyes at John's question, clearly annoyed that he was still there, "Yes John, pictures of the trees. Isn't that what all the cool kids do these days," she asked her voice full of sarcasm.

Chris looked at John with some impatience, his eyes saying, 'Really, dude,' he leaned his chair back crossing his arms over his chest, "Man, c'mon, trying to be polite here. We're having a little fun, no need to ruin it. Spend some time outta here, check your email, take pictures of the trees, lock yourself in the bathroom, no one cares, give us some space,"

John looked between Sarah and Chris feeling humiliated and ashamed. He couldn't believe they were treating him like this like he was a nuisance. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sarah interrupts him, "Seriously John, go. We'll be fine here, you can come back in a little while," Her tone was dismissive, and clear that she was not interested in hearing any protests. Feeling defeated John got up from his chair and walked out of the bar. As he walked away from the table he could hear Sarah and Chris returning to their flirtatious conversation their laughter echoing behind him, "Stop it, you're so mean, Chris!"

John sulked away from the bar feeling like a total loser as he headed toward the park unable to believe he was actually going to take pictures of trees like some kind of lame nerd but then it was better than sitting around watching Sarah and Chris flirt all night. As he walked through the park John couldn't help but feel like the biggest wimp on the planet. Why did he listen to them, it was like they were talking to him like he was an obedient dog or something and what was worse he was doing what they told him.

He found a bench and plops down, pulling out his phone to check his email as Chris suggested, what a joke. But as he was scrolling through his inbox he remembers what Claire said to him a couple of days earlier: "Just make Sarah happy, and you'll be happy too." 'Maybe she was right, maybe I need to suck it up and play the good husband even if that means letting Sarah have her fun with that fucking fireman,' but as the minutes ticked by John's anger started to fade replaced by a resigned sadness. He loved Sarah and he knew he would never leave her, he'd always known that she was out of his league and that he was lucky to have her at all. The thought made John feel sick to his stomach, but he couldn't deny that there was some truth to it. He loved Sarah and if this is what she needs to be happy then who is he to stand in her way? With a resigned sigh he started snapping pictures of the trees feeling like the world's biggest loser but trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing.

Forty mintues later, John returns to the bar after spending what feels like an eternity in the park. As he approached the table he saw Sarah and Chris standing close together. Sarah was touching up her red lipstick using her phone as a mirror, while Chris was saying something that made her laugh. As John got closer Chris clapped him on the shoulder, "Well, if it isn't the man of the hour, your wife here has been keeping me entertained all night and we were just saying how much we missed you.

You're a lucky man, my friend, you should keep her on a tighter leash, though. Who knows what kind of trouble she could get into without you around."


Sarah chuckles and gives Chris a playful swat on the arm, "Be nice, Chris," there was a gleam in her eyes that suggested she was enjoying the attention. John stood there feeling like a complete idiot.

Chris leaned in to give Sarah a hug and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle even more, "I'll call you during the week to arrange the details," he said loud enough for John to hear.

Sarah nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "I can't wait," her voice brimming with girly desire.

Chris turned to John, a smug grin spreading across his face. He clapped John on the shoulder squeezing it tightly, "Take care, man," with a final wink at Sarah, Chris strutted out of the bar leaving John feeling like a total loser. He still couldn't believe he just stood there like an idiot while some other guy hit on his wife right in front of him.

As John took his seat in front of Sarah, she looked at him with an excited face, "So how was your little walk," she asked. John sketched a couple of complaining words but Sarah quickly silenced him with a single raised finger, "Don't start," her eyes narrowing and her voice cold and commanding. He began to protest but Sarah cut him off again launching into a speech that she had been rehearsing in her head, "You know, John you were the perfect husband today. You did everything I asked. You played your hubby role perfectly so don't come back here and try to ruin everything," Sarah's voice was harsh and John couldn't help but flinch at her words, "You stayed there like a good little boy while I introduced you as my brother to that cute guy at the supermarket. You didn't say a word when I made you dress me and brush my hair even though I could see how much it turned you on and you didn't even put up a fight when Chris told you to fuck off and leave us alone for a while. So don't come back here and act like you're suddenly uncomfortable with all of this," Sarah's words were like a knife, cutting deep into John's insecurities. He tried to interject, to explain himself but Sarah won't let him get a word in edgewise, "I know you think you're some kind of victim here but let's be real, John. You're just one more guy who can't satisfy his own wife in bed properly and that's fine, I get it but don't come crying to me about how this isn't what you want, because I won't buy it for a second."

John's shoulders slumped as he looked at the table unable to meet Sarah's gaze. He felt like a complete and utter failure like he'll never be able to live up to Sarah's expectations. Sarah continued her speech, her voice dripping with a mix of authority and seduction, "So, you have two options, you can either keep whining and be a buzzkill for the rest of the night, which will make me mad and disappointed in you or you can go to the bathroom, calm down, grab me another cigarette, pay the bill, and come back with the cutest smile on your face. If you choose the second option we can go home and you can eat me out all night long like the good husband you are."

John's face is still frozen in shock, but Sarah's words are starting to have an effect on him. He can feel a familiar stirring in his pants as he imagines burying his face between her thighs and making her scream his name. he swallowed hard, feeling his resolve crumble under Sarah's gaze. He knew he would be standing up for himself but the thought of making her happy was too tempting to resist, "Okay Sarah, excuse me for a moment," he got up from his seat and headed to the bathroom hoping that no one could tell how whipped he was.

"That's better," said Sarah, while she crossed her arms over her chest a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she watched John get up from the table and head to the bathroom her eyes following him until he disappeared from view.

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