But I'm a Married Woman (M/F)
Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 11:38 pm
Now, just as a trigger warning, there are some topics like infidelity that are going to be central themes of the piece. I understand the cultural taboo surrounding cheating, and while I do recognize the trauma that can be caused by actions undertaken by the characters here, I am interested in exploring the dynamic of these types of relationships. Not to stand on a soapbox, but I would implore anyone reading this to be honest with the people in your life if it is safe to do so. Also, not all of those who cheat are bad people, I’m not here to cast judgement if that is a choice that you do decide to make. With that being said, I hope that you enjoy the following text and please let me know if you have any thoughts.
Growing up, I had always been the fat kid. I remember doing the truffle shuffle at lunch time to get extra snacks from my classmates. There wasn’t that much attention from the opposite sex, it’s a bit of a challenge dating when you have the biggest breasts in middle school. After spending years ignoring my health and choosing what was right for my body, a switch flipped inside me and I started putting my appearance first. I lost weight, gained muscle, and after a painstaking process my transformation into someone who many would consider conventionally attractive was complete.
It was now my first Halloween that I was hot. I mean, so hot, with my abs visible and my arms nearly as large as my legs. While I used to hate looking in the mirror, now it was one of my favorite pastimes. The concern that I was becoming a narcissist was developing. However, I thought I could spend one night showing off. A part of me thought that I earned it. I was invited to a party by some chick I had met on Tinder. Funny how when you look this good that your inbox gets flooded. My costume tonight was something that I was rather proud of. After being a massive nerd for years, I actually looked like the heroes I was obsessed with. I bought a high quality Batman costume, although I didn’t need any fake muscles. I even used a 3D printer to make special Bat-cuffs. They weren’t plastic and fake, they were made out of metal with a rock solid locking mechanism. If I put them on someone, they weren’t going to get out unless I wanted them too.
Another holdover from my nerd days was a fascination with Damsels in Distress. Most writers must be huge pervs because I feel like I was groomed into being fascinated with tied up women. I used to feel so isolated, thinking there was something wrong with me before discovering everything online about bondage. I’d even hear women my age talk about how much they loved being tied up and fucked. With each story I grew more and more desperate, wishing I was someone who was doing it to them. I figured tonight that I’d ask my date if she liked the cuffs, test the waters on how she felt about bondage. It was worth a shot.
On Halloween night I hopped on the train and headed over to the party to meet Julia, tonight's Tinderella. She was about five-foot-three, brunette with a nice ass and little tits. She was going to be fun to fuck. Everything about her messages to me caused me to think she was a sure thing. I wasn’t going to act like it was, I never would, but it was a fun fantasy to have. I’m six-foot-three, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, almost black. I had black paint around my eyes, really selling the whole Dark Knight thing. Walking up to the townhome the party was at, I knocked on the door. Julia answered, wearing something that was basically lingerie with a little white nurses’s hat on.
“Matt?†she asked. “Wow, didn’t you go all out?â€
She welcomed me in. “Yeah, Julia. Wow, you look fantastic.†I told her.
“Thanks. I know.†she responded.
She took me into the house, people had already filled in. I realized that most of these people were old friends, having known each other for years and developed rituals that were strange for me and normal for them. They were all talking about people who I didn’t know and events that I wasn’t around for. I sat back and nodded along, sipping a beer and acting pleasant. “The things I do to get laid.†I thought to myself.
Just as I was listening to this one story about two dudes named Chad and Brad and how they got “So wasted that one time†I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey Bats, any chance you could help me get a keg out of the basement?â€
I turned around and my heart leapt up into my throat. I saw a woman with the best Poison Ivy costume I’d ever seen. She had taken a green bodysuit and glued fake leaves to it, along with a pair of green fishnets over her legs and a pair of red heels with little roses over the toes. She had a bit of a round face, but her figure was a great hourglass. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, full of body and waves. She had this unique characteristic to her voice, it was both sweet and flirtatious at the same time. Every instinct I had made me want to ditch my date for her.
“Uh, sure, yeah no problem.†I stammered. “Julia, do you mind if I leave for a minute?â€
She turned to me, a bit puzzled. “Oh, yeah, sure, whatever.â€
I turned back to Ivy. “Lead the way.â€
“It’s right down this way.†She told me. “Great costume, by the way.â€
“The same goes to you.†I told her.
“Although for the world’s greatest detective, I would’ve thought you’d know better than to go somewhere with a crazy ecoterrorist.â€
We walked down the stairs, she pulled the cord to turn the light on.
“You could’ve fallen right into my trap.†Ivy said.
“I’d be more careful if I were you.†I said, reaching to my utility belt and grabbing my cuffs. “I always come prepared.â€
“Oh my god.†She replied, fascinated by the Bat-Cuffs. “Those are so cool. Mind if I try them on?â€
She turned around and put her arms behind her back. I could’ve passed out right then and there. I grabbed her bare wrists and locked them in. I then took a step back as she checked the cuffs for the release switch that wasn’t there. “Are these real?†she asked, a sly smile creeping over her face.
“Yes, in fact they are.†I said. “I have a special key for them.â€
She turned some more, her breasts jiggling around. “And I don’t suppose you’re just going to let me go free?â€
“That’s for the police to decide. I’m not even sure if you’re the resident here, you might just be here to loot the place.â€
“Hmm, well I am known for that.†She replied. “But I’m not working tonight. It’s just about pleasure.â€
“You’re a master of manipulation.†I told her. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?â€
“Well, I couldn’t really hide anything in this.†She told me. “But you are free to search me.â€
She stepped out of her heels, my hands slightly trembling and I placed my hands on her hips, going up her back, under her arms, and hovering slightly above her breasts. Placing my palms on her, I lifted them up and squeezed, checking to make sure she didn’t hide anything in there. A soft moan escaped her lips as I did. I then knelt down and placed my hands on her calves, running them up her legs before squeezing her round ass. I then placed my hands between her legs. “All clean.â€
“I told you…†Her breath was shaky. “Am I free to go now?â€
I then stepped close to her, placing my hands on the small of her back. “I don’t know, you still might be up to something. You might be releasing pheromones to cloud my judgement.â€
She then moved her head close to mine and placed a kiss on my lips. Her ruby red lips tasted like honey. “Well, you definitely are now.†Ivy said. “The powerful mind control serum will take over your brain at any moment.â€
“It’s definitely working.†I said, going in for another kiss. She pressed herself up against me, I could feel a definite change inside of me. Was this what it was like to have the same interest in someone that they have in me?
Ivy then pulled away. “Well, we better get back to the party.â€
I grabbed the magnetic lock and let her wrists free. “Should we continue this later?†I asked.
“Probably not. I’m not sure my husband would approve.†she said, rubbing the red out of her wrists.
My heart shattered into a million pieces. It felt like I had become the type of person I never wanted to be. Did I just assault her? Did I force her to fulfill some sick sexual urge of mine?
“The keg is over here.†She said, acting like nothing had even happened.
“Wait, you’re married?†I asked her. “Did we just…â€
“Of course not.†She replied. “You didn’t insert anything inside of me, there’s not any chance that I’d be carrying your child. As long as neither of us say anything, there’s really nothing wrong with what we did.â€
I then took a sigh of relief, not sure that I agreed with what she said. I then went over to the keg and picked it up.
“Wait.†She said, wiping her lipstick off my lips. “Hopefully you don’t mind that I’m destroying evidence.â€
“Of course not.†I said, heaving the keg up and walking up the stairs.
“I’ll make sure to shine the bat signal if I ever need you again.â€
“If I ever need you again?†I thought to myself. “What the fuck does that mean?â€
Back upstairs, Julia was right where I left her. “Thanks for letting me borrow your hero.†Ivy said to her.
“Oh, no problem Kass.†Julia said, squeezing my arm. “These big muscles should be used for something.â€
She then leaned over and whispered into my ear “I can actually think of a few uses myself.â€
This didn’t do much for me, but I acted like it did. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I can be useful if you want me to.â€
“Let’s get out of here soon.†she said.
After a while, we did end up back at her place, and yes, we did have sex. Good, old, normal missionary sex. Julia really just didn’t do much for me, I was thinking about Kass the whole time to stay erect. Whatever I did must have worked, I came back after cleaning up to see Julia laying there, her leg spread out and bent at the knee and she was hugging the pillow. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or just faking it. After getting dressed in the other room, I left, walking out the door to go back home.
Fuck, why do you have to be married. Why didn’t I end the night with you, our bodies contorted in pleasure? I would’ve spent all night with you, reaching out in my sleep to the piece of me that lives in you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m blowing this out of proportion, there’s no reason I need to be obsessed with this narrative straight out of a soap opera. There’s no reason that I have the vision of you in the Bat-Cuffs burned into my mind’s eye. Fuck, the Bat-Cuffs. I left them at your place. Kass, why did I do that? Why? Did I do that so I have to go back and get them? Did you hide them on me so that I did? I can’t go back for them, can I?
Growing up, I had always been the fat kid. I remember doing the truffle shuffle at lunch time to get extra snacks from my classmates. There wasn’t that much attention from the opposite sex, it’s a bit of a challenge dating when you have the biggest breasts in middle school. After spending years ignoring my health and choosing what was right for my body, a switch flipped inside me and I started putting my appearance first. I lost weight, gained muscle, and after a painstaking process my transformation into someone who many would consider conventionally attractive was complete.
It was now my first Halloween that I was hot. I mean, so hot, with my abs visible and my arms nearly as large as my legs. While I used to hate looking in the mirror, now it was one of my favorite pastimes. The concern that I was becoming a narcissist was developing. However, I thought I could spend one night showing off. A part of me thought that I earned it. I was invited to a party by some chick I had met on Tinder. Funny how when you look this good that your inbox gets flooded. My costume tonight was something that I was rather proud of. After being a massive nerd for years, I actually looked like the heroes I was obsessed with. I bought a high quality Batman costume, although I didn’t need any fake muscles. I even used a 3D printer to make special Bat-cuffs. They weren’t plastic and fake, they were made out of metal with a rock solid locking mechanism. If I put them on someone, they weren’t going to get out unless I wanted them too.
Another holdover from my nerd days was a fascination with Damsels in Distress. Most writers must be huge pervs because I feel like I was groomed into being fascinated with tied up women. I used to feel so isolated, thinking there was something wrong with me before discovering everything online about bondage. I’d even hear women my age talk about how much they loved being tied up and fucked. With each story I grew more and more desperate, wishing I was someone who was doing it to them. I figured tonight that I’d ask my date if she liked the cuffs, test the waters on how she felt about bondage. It was worth a shot.
On Halloween night I hopped on the train and headed over to the party to meet Julia, tonight's Tinderella. She was about five-foot-three, brunette with a nice ass and little tits. She was going to be fun to fuck. Everything about her messages to me caused me to think she was a sure thing. I wasn’t going to act like it was, I never would, but it was a fun fantasy to have. I’m six-foot-three, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, almost black. I had black paint around my eyes, really selling the whole Dark Knight thing. Walking up to the townhome the party was at, I knocked on the door. Julia answered, wearing something that was basically lingerie with a little white nurses’s hat on.
“Matt?†she asked. “Wow, didn’t you go all out?â€
She welcomed me in. “Yeah, Julia. Wow, you look fantastic.†I told her.
“Thanks. I know.†she responded.
She took me into the house, people had already filled in. I realized that most of these people were old friends, having known each other for years and developed rituals that were strange for me and normal for them. They were all talking about people who I didn’t know and events that I wasn’t around for. I sat back and nodded along, sipping a beer and acting pleasant. “The things I do to get laid.†I thought to myself.
Just as I was listening to this one story about two dudes named Chad and Brad and how they got “So wasted that one time†I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey Bats, any chance you could help me get a keg out of the basement?â€
I turned around and my heart leapt up into my throat. I saw a woman with the best Poison Ivy costume I’d ever seen. She had taken a green bodysuit and glued fake leaves to it, along with a pair of green fishnets over her legs and a pair of red heels with little roses over the toes. She had a bit of a round face, but her figure was a great hourglass. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, full of body and waves. She had this unique characteristic to her voice, it was both sweet and flirtatious at the same time. Every instinct I had made me want to ditch my date for her.
“Uh, sure, yeah no problem.†I stammered. “Julia, do you mind if I leave for a minute?â€
She turned to me, a bit puzzled. “Oh, yeah, sure, whatever.â€
I turned back to Ivy. “Lead the way.â€
“It’s right down this way.†She told me. “Great costume, by the way.â€
“The same goes to you.†I told her.
“Although for the world’s greatest detective, I would’ve thought you’d know better than to go somewhere with a crazy ecoterrorist.â€
We walked down the stairs, she pulled the cord to turn the light on.
“You could’ve fallen right into my trap.†Ivy said.
“I’d be more careful if I were you.†I said, reaching to my utility belt and grabbing my cuffs. “I always come prepared.â€
“Oh my god.†She replied, fascinated by the Bat-Cuffs. “Those are so cool. Mind if I try them on?â€
She turned around and put her arms behind her back. I could’ve passed out right then and there. I grabbed her bare wrists and locked them in. I then took a step back as she checked the cuffs for the release switch that wasn’t there. “Are these real?†she asked, a sly smile creeping over her face.
“Yes, in fact they are.†I said. “I have a special key for them.â€
She turned some more, her breasts jiggling around. “And I don’t suppose you’re just going to let me go free?â€
“That’s for the police to decide. I’m not even sure if you’re the resident here, you might just be here to loot the place.â€
“Hmm, well I am known for that.†She replied. “But I’m not working tonight. It’s just about pleasure.â€
“You’re a master of manipulation.†I told her. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?â€
“Well, I couldn’t really hide anything in this.†She told me. “But you are free to search me.â€
She stepped out of her heels, my hands slightly trembling and I placed my hands on her hips, going up her back, under her arms, and hovering slightly above her breasts. Placing my palms on her, I lifted them up and squeezed, checking to make sure she didn’t hide anything in there. A soft moan escaped her lips as I did. I then knelt down and placed my hands on her calves, running them up her legs before squeezing her round ass. I then placed my hands between her legs. “All clean.â€
“I told you…†Her breath was shaky. “Am I free to go now?â€
I then stepped close to her, placing my hands on the small of her back. “I don’t know, you still might be up to something. You might be releasing pheromones to cloud my judgement.â€
She then moved her head close to mine and placed a kiss on my lips. Her ruby red lips tasted like honey. “Well, you definitely are now.†Ivy said. “The powerful mind control serum will take over your brain at any moment.â€
“It’s definitely working.†I said, going in for another kiss. She pressed herself up against me, I could feel a definite change inside of me. Was this what it was like to have the same interest in someone that they have in me?
Ivy then pulled away. “Well, we better get back to the party.â€
I grabbed the magnetic lock and let her wrists free. “Should we continue this later?†I asked.
“Probably not. I’m not sure my husband would approve.†she said, rubbing the red out of her wrists.
My heart shattered into a million pieces. It felt like I had become the type of person I never wanted to be. Did I just assault her? Did I force her to fulfill some sick sexual urge of mine?
“The keg is over here.†She said, acting like nothing had even happened.
“Wait, you’re married?†I asked her. “Did we just…â€
“Of course not.†She replied. “You didn’t insert anything inside of me, there’s not any chance that I’d be carrying your child. As long as neither of us say anything, there’s really nothing wrong with what we did.â€
I then took a sigh of relief, not sure that I agreed with what she said. I then went over to the keg and picked it up.
“Wait.†She said, wiping her lipstick off my lips. “Hopefully you don’t mind that I’m destroying evidence.â€
“Of course not.†I said, heaving the keg up and walking up the stairs.
“I’ll make sure to shine the bat signal if I ever need you again.â€
“If I ever need you again?†I thought to myself. “What the fuck does that mean?â€
Back upstairs, Julia was right where I left her. “Thanks for letting me borrow your hero.†Ivy said to her.
“Oh, no problem Kass.†Julia said, squeezing my arm. “These big muscles should be used for something.â€
She then leaned over and whispered into my ear “I can actually think of a few uses myself.â€
This didn’t do much for me, but I acted like it did. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I can be useful if you want me to.â€
“Let’s get out of here soon.†she said.
After a while, we did end up back at her place, and yes, we did have sex. Good, old, normal missionary sex. Julia really just didn’t do much for me, I was thinking about Kass the whole time to stay erect. Whatever I did must have worked, I came back after cleaning up to see Julia laying there, her leg spread out and bent at the knee and she was hugging the pillow. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or just faking it. After getting dressed in the other room, I left, walking out the door to go back home.
Fuck, why do you have to be married. Why didn’t I end the night with you, our bodies contorted in pleasure? I would’ve spent all night with you, reaching out in my sleep to the piece of me that lives in you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m blowing this out of proportion, there’s no reason I need to be obsessed with this narrative straight out of a soap opera. There’s no reason that I have the vision of you in the Bat-Cuffs burned into my mind’s eye. Fuck, the Bat-Cuffs. I left them at your place. Kass, why did I do that? Why? Did I do that so I have to go back and get them? Did you hide them on me so that I did? I can’t go back for them, can I?