The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BBW BDSM Male Submission) by Meghan Boehners

The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge
    Jennifer MacIntire soaked in the enormous Jacuzzi bathtub that Declan had insisted they install last year with his end-of-year bonus. She had been careful to pick the perfect bathtub design with the exact right detachable spray nozzle, a device that was currently shoved up against the needy skin of her clit, the pressure pushing her to a much-needed orgasm after nearly seven weeks of zero sex.
    Her husband had no idea she was masturbating with a $2,000 gold-plated shower head, and nor – frankly – would he likely care. She pushed thoughts of Declan out of her mind and thought of Matt Bomer. Tatum Channing. Zach Braff. Colin Farrell. Benedict Cumberbatch. Jim Parsons. Wait – he just came out.
    Who cares?
    She just filled her mind with men who turned her on, her hands snaking up her body, the bubbles teasing her rock-hard nipples, her fingers on one hand cupped in an odd shape to shove as many as possible in her pussy, trying to fill it. She'd forgotten to grab her little vibrator she used in the bath; whoever invented waterproof sex toys was a fucking genius and deserved a blow job every day for the rest of his life.
    Probably a woman , she thought.
    The pink wave of release built within her, making her pinch her nipples hard, now filling her with a pain only Declan could release. Even when she tried not to think of him her body shifted, made her, forced her to reveal the truth: she craved him and even when she was free and at liberty to think about someone else, anyone else, her body wanted to fuck her very own husband, wanted his face between her legs, wanted his tongue and lips to replace the shower head, wanted his ass pumping that thick cock into her, her hands grasping the dimpled skin, feeling the ripples of –
    A tiny shift and “Unh! Unh!” she grunted, the release pushing her to gush a bit, the water covering up the fluid itself but her body knowing when she squirted. Declan's tongue and this spray nozzle could elicit that response. Sadly, the nozzle was winning in that competition, having racked up a lot of points lately.
    A quick finish of the bath and she was in her bathrobe, padding downstairs, her caffeine needs overcoming all. It was 6:21 a.m. And time for Declan to head to the office.
    She found him in the massive kitchen, all granite and stainless steel, with appliances that cost more than her entire four years of college. He'd demanded they spend money to display their new wealth, his company's IPO making them richer than anyone they knew, and right now she watched as he manipulated a $5,000 espresso machine, making it hiss and spit out the perfect double with a crema of perfection.
    He poured the shot into a small travel mug. Looked at her, but made no move to touch her. She was a bit drained from the morning orgasm and didn't mind. Mostly.
    “I’ll be home late tonight, so don’t hold dinner,” Declan said as he was going out the door. “It’s a business dinner. I would probably have asked you to go but this is too important to take a chance on your embarrassing me like you usually do.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, and try to look presentable when I get home.”
    He gave his wife, Jennifer, a disgusted look up and down her body and slammed the door shut. You would think , Jennifer thought, that after all these years of his treating me this way, I’d stop letting it bother me . It was always the same thing every day. She wasn’t pretty enough. She wasn’t smart enough. She was boring. She was a terrible cook. The list went on and on.
    Well, excuuuuuse me for not being a fucking Hooters girl , she thought. Marry one of those, you asshole.
    Declan was the CEO of an advertising firm that serviced some of the biggest clients in the world. He had worked hard to get where he was now and she appreciated that. But somewhere along the way, he had become lost to her. She couldn’t really remember when he first started criticizing her every move because it