Scene 10: "Honey, do you remember Chris?"

John arrived home after a long day at work and his therapy session with Claire. He felt a little nervous about what he was going to do next, but he knew it was for the best. As he walked through the front door, he saw Sarah sitting on the couch, sipping on a cup of tea.

"Hey, hun," she said, looking up and smiling. "How was work?"

"It was fine," he replied, taking off his jacket and hanging it up. "Long, as usual."

As John sat down on the couch next to Sarah, Claire's words echoed in his mind. He remembered her explicit instructions, her harsh commands. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept creeping back in, invading his consciousness. He couldn't help but imagine Sarah in the scenarios Claire had described, and the images were both disturbing and arousing.

Suddenly, an involuntary thought popped into his head—an image of Sarah on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his father's cock. He tried to shake the thought away, but it persisted, growing more vivid and detailed. He saw Sarah in a lacy red lingerie set, her eyes locked onto his father's as she pleasured him right there in their living room.

In his mind, John's father was sitting on the couch, his pants unzipped and pushed down to his ankles. His cock was hard and throbbing, standing at attention as Sarah leaned in, her mouth mere inches away from it. She looked up at him, a small smirk playing on her lips before she slowly took him into her mouth.

John watched in his mind's eye as Sarah's lips wrapped around his father's shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper. He could see the way her tongue swirled around the head, the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him eagerly. He could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working, the soft moans escaping her throat as she pleasured his father.

In his fantasy, Sarah's hands were not idle. One was wrapped around the base of his father's cock, stroking him in time with her mouth, while the other was exploring his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, teasing his balls. She was completely focused on his pleasure, her own desires seemingly forgotten as she worked to bring him to the edge.

John could see the way his father's hips bucked up to meet Sarah's mouth, the way his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. He could hear the low groans and grunts escaping his father's lips, the way his breath hitched as Sarah took him deeper, faster.

In his mind, Sarah was not just giving a blowjob—she was worshipping his father's cock, treating it like a sacred ground. She was putting on a show, performing for him, her every movement designed to drive him wild with desire.

He watched as Sarah brought his father to the brink, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. He saw the way his father's body tensed, the way his cock swelled in Sarah's mouth. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling into Sarah's waiting mouth.

John's fantasy was so vivid and intense that it felt like he was truly witnessing the scene unfold before him. The images of Sarah in her red lingerie, on her knees, pleasuring his father, were so real that he could almost taste the forbidden excitement. But as quickly as the vision had come, it vanished, leaving him feeling disoriented and breathless.

In reality, only two seconds had passed. Sarah was still sitting on the couch, sipping her tea, completely unaware of the explicit thoughts that had just consumed John's mind. He blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the lingering images and regain his composure.

"John, are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

John forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...just had a weird thought, that's all."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and clear his mind of the disturbing images.

John and Sarah continued to chat about random topics, discussing their day at work and any interesting news they had heard. John found himself struggling to keep up with the conversation, his mind still preoccupied with his inner thoughts.

As a brief silence settled between them, Sarah set her tea down on the coffee table and turned to face John more directly. "So, do you want to hear some good news?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement.

John, still trying to shake off the remnants of his vivid fantasy, nodded eagerly. "Yes, please. That would be great."

Sarah bit her lip, a playful gleam in her eyes as she paused for a moment, building anticipation. "Chris called," she said finally, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and caution.

John's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him—jealousy, fear, and a strange sense of curiosity. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but he could feel his face flushing slightly. "Oh, really?" he managed to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

Sarah nodded, her eyes locked onto him, studying his reaction closely. She seemed to be enjoying the moment, savoring the power she held over him. "Yeah, he called earlier today. He wanted to invite me out to dinner tomorrow. Isn't that nice of him?"

John swallowed hard, trying to process the news. The thought of Sarah seeing Chris again filled him with dread, but he also knew that he had to face his fears if he wanted to have a chance. "That's...that's great for you," he said, forcing a smile.

Sarah nods, still grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, he seems really nice," she says. "And he's so charming. I think we'll have a great time". John forces a smile again.

"Look," she said, putting a hand on his arm, "I know this is hard for you, but it's what I want. And I need you to be okay with it. Chris is a nice guy, and I'm really looking forward to spending time with him."

John nodded, still looking uncertain. "I understand," he said quietly.

"But there's one thing," Sarah continued, her voice taking on a slightly harsher tone. "When Chris comes to pick me up, you're going to have to be civil to him. You can't act jealous or possessive. That's not going to help anyone."

John looked at Sarah, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean by 'civil'?" he asked.

Sarah let out a deep sigh. "Look, John, you have to understand that Chris is not a threat to our marriage. In fact, I think he could be good for us. He's someone we can both talk to and hang out with. But you have to be willing to give him a chance."

John nodded slowly, still unsure about what he was supposed to do.

"When he comes to pick me up, I want you to be nice to him," Sarah continued. "Treat him like you would treat any of our other friends. Say hello, ask him how he's doing, maybe offer him a drink. Just be a doll to him, okay?"

John's expression turned skeptical. "A doll?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yes, John, a doll. You know, smile, nod, be polite. Don't make things awkward by being jealous or possessive. It's not a good look for you."

John looked down at his hands, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew Sarah was right, but it was hard for him to let go of his jealousy and insecurity.

"Can you do that for me, John?" Sarah asked, her voice softening. "Can you try to be happy for me and trust that I know what I'm doing?"

John looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "I'll try," he said finally. "For you, Sarah, I'll try."

Sarah smiled and leaned over to give him one more kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, John," she said. "I really appreciate it."

John nodded, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. But he knew that he had to trust Sarah and do whatever he could to support her even if it meant "being "a doll" to Chris.

On the next day, Chris drove his sleek, black sports car down Sarah's quiet street and parked it in front of their house. He smoothed his shirt and checked his hair in the mirror before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door. He wore a crisp white shirt, a leather jacket, black pants, and polished shoes, looking every bit like a successful businessman.

John, who was wearing a casual t-shirt and pajama pants, opened the door and greeted Chris. "Hey man, good to see you," John said, offering his hand.

Chris smiled and shook John's hand. "Hey Chris, um... yeah, likewise!" he said.

John motioned for Chris to come inside. "Sarah's still getting ready. She won't be long, though. Can I offer you anything to drink while you wait?" John had practiced that exact line several times before he arrived so that it sounded natural and not like a submissive beta talking.

Chris grinned as he stepped inside. "No thanks, man. I'm good," he replied, glancing around the room with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He noticed the small details in the living room, the framed photos on the walls, the couch, and the coffee table. He then looked back at John and smirked.

"So, how's it going, John? Keeping an eye on the fort while Sarah's out with me?" Chris teased, his voice laced with a hint of superiority. He leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at John.

John felt his cheeks flush with anger and humiliation at Chris's condescending tone. "Yeah, everything's fine," John replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by John's discomfort. "Don't worry, man. I won't keep her out too late," he said, his smirk widening.

John clenched his fists, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over him. He had to remind himself of what Sarah had told him, to be civil and not act possessive. He forced a smile and nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate it," he said through gritted teeth.

Chris chuckled, seemingly enjoying John's discomfort. "Relax, man. I'm not gonna steal your girl," he said, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. "I'm just taking her out for a good time."

John gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of anger at Chris's casual arrogance. He wanted to tell him to leave, to stay away from Sarah, but he knew he couldn't. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, hoping that Sarah would be ready soon and that Chris would leave.

Chris glanced around the living room, taking in his surroundings. His eyes landed on a portrait next to the TV, depicting Sarah on a beach. Sarah was wearing a tiny bikini, grinning at the camera.

"Nice picture," Chris commented, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

John felt a twinge of discomfort as Chris looked at the picture, but he tried to remain calm. "Thanks," he said, trying to keep his tone even. "Sarah's a beautiful woman."

"Yes, she is," Chris said, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "But let's not forget who she's with tonight."

John raised an eyebrow but chose not to engage in Chris's boastful behavior. Instead, he nodded and gestured towards the portrait. "That's a picture of Sarah in Hawaii last year. We had a great time there."

Chris walked over to the portrait and examined it closely, his eyes lingering on Sarah's toned figure in a sexy bikini. "Oh yeah, she's a total babe," Chris said, grabbing his crotch for a second before turning to John with a grin. "I mean, have you seen her on that beach in that bikini? She's got a body to die for. And John, my man, you're a lucky guy to have her by your side."

As Chris spoke, a lecherous grin spread across his face, and he let his eyes roam over Sarah's portrait. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with her, to feel her body pressed up against his. He felt a rush of desire wash over him, and for a moment he forgot where he was.

John's heart raced as he tried to deflect the tension that hung heavy in the air. He gestured towards the plush couch across from him and offered Chris a seat, hoping to ease the palpable discomfort that had settled between them.

"Uh, do you want to put something on TV?" he blurted out, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Chris smirked and shook his head, still staring at the picture. "Nah man, I'm good. I'm just admiring the view," he said, still grinning.

John felt his blood boil at Chris's comment, but he took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. He didn't want to ruin Sarah's evening by getting into a fight with her date.

"So, how's work been for you?" John asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Sarah.

Chris shrugged, still not taking his eyes off the picture. "Same old, same old. But tonight's gonna be a nice change of pace," he said, winking at John.

John resisted the urge to punch Chris in the face. Instead, he clenched his fists and tried to focus on something else. He thought about the therapy session with Claire and reminded himself to stay calm.

He offered Chris a drink again, hoping it would ease the tension in the room. "Are you sure you don't want anything to drink? I can make you a cocktail or something," John said.

Chris finally tore his gaze away from the picture and looked at John. "Actually, that sounds good. You got any whiskey?"

John nodded, relieved that Chris had finally accepted his offer. "Sure, I can make you a whiskey sour. How's that sound?"

Chris grinned. "Sounds perfect."

John got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, trying to hide the rage that was still simmering inside him. He poured a glass of whiskey and mixed it with some sour mix, hoping the drink would help him relax. As he handed the drink to Chris, he realized that this was going to be a long evening.

Chris took a sip of his drink and leaned back on the couch. "So, do you know what Sarah's planning on wearing tonight?" he asked, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

John shifted in his seat, feeling a twinge of discomfort at the question. "Uh, no, I don't," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Chris chuckled. "Well, I can tell you, she looks absolutely stunning in anything she wears. I'm a lucky guy to be going out with her tonight."

John felt a pang of jealousy at the compliment, but he tried to keep his cool. "Yeah, she is gorgeous," he agreed, feeling a bit awkward.

After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally emerged from the bedroom, looking stunning in a little white cocktail dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress had a deep V-neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage, and the hemline fell just above her knees, revealing her toned legs. The dress was sleeveless, and the straps were just wide enough to cover her bra straps. She had paired the dress with a pair of black strappy high heels that made her legs look even longer and more toned. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and her makeup was soft and natural, highlighting her natural beauty.

As Sarah walked out of the bedroom and saw Chris and her husband, John, sitting on the couch, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. As she watched Chris on the couch with a glass of whiskey and the remote, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power over her husband. She knew that he was willing to do anything to make her happy, even if it meant letting her go out on a date with another man. It was a strange feeling, both thrilling and unsettling at the same time.

John felt a pang of jealousy and desire as he looked at her. He had never seen her look so beautiful, and he couldn't help but wonder what Chris was thinking as he looked at her.

"Ready to go?" Chris asked, standing up and offering Sarah his arm.

Sarah nodded a wide smile on her face. "Yeah, let's go!" she said, turning to John. "Thanks for being such a doll, honey. I'll see you later tonight."

John nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, sure... Have a good time," he said, watching as Chris and Sarah walked out the door. As soon as they were gone, John slumped back into the couch, feeling a sense of relief mixed with a tinge of sadness. He knew that things were never going to be the same between him and Sarah again.

As the clock ticked closer to 3 A.M., John lay in bed, unable to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. Sarah had gone out with Chris earlier that night and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, his phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table. Groaning, he reached over to check the message, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Don't wait up. See you in the morning or when you come back from work."

John's mind raced as he read the message over and over again. What did it mean? Was Sarah planning on staying out all night with Chris? Or was she just trying to give him some space and avoid any awkwardness when she got home?

Unable to ignore the nagging sense of curiosity, John got out of bed and made his way to the window, peering out into the darkness of the night. As he watched the stars twinkle in the sky, he couldn't help but wonder what Sarah was doing at that moment.

Was she laughing with Chris over drinks at some trendy bar? Or were they lost in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire?

As the minutes turned into hours, John tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He tried to distract himself with thoughts of work and hobbies, but no matter what he did, his mind kept drifting back to Sarah and Chris.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, John heard the front door creak open. He held his breath, listening intently as Sarah tiptoed her way through the house, trying not to wake him.

John's heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for Sarah to come into their bedroom. When she finally appeared in the doorway, he sat up in bed and switched on the lamp on his bedside table.

John could see that her hair was slightly disheveled as if she had been running her fingers through it. Her makeup was smudged around her eyes, and there were faint traces of lipstick on her lips. As for her clothing, she was still wearing the same dress and heels that she had left the house in, but they were slightly rumpled and creased, as if she had been sitting or lying down for extended periods of time.

Despite her disheveled appearance, Sarah seemed to be in high spirits, a wide grin plastered across her face as she made her way over to the bed. "Hey, honey," she said, leaning down to give John a kiss on the cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

"Hey," John replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Sarah slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed beside him, snuggling up close. John could smell the faint scent of Chris's cologne on her skin, and it made his stomach churn.

"How was your night?" he asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"It was good," Sarah replied, her eyes half-closed. "We went to a few different bars and had a really fun time. But I'm exhausted now."

John nodded, not sure what else to say. He wanted to ask her if anything had happened with Chris if they had kissed or gone further, but he was too scared to hear the answer.

"Chris is leaving town for a while, though, so we won't be able to see each other for a while," said Sarah, trying to comfort him after everything that happened.

John lay there in silence, his mind racing with a mix of relief and lingering doubt. He wanted to believe that Sarah's night out with Chris was just a one-time thing, a harmless evening of fun that wouldn't repeat itself. But the scent of Chris's cologne on her skin and the disheveled state of her appearance gnawed at him, leaving him with a sense of unease that he couldn't shake off.

"So, you won't be seeing him again for a while?" John asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Sarah nodded, her eyes already closed as she snuggled closer to him. "Yeah, he's going out of town for a month or something."

John felt a glimmer of hope at her words. Maybe this was just a phase, a momentary lapse that they could move past. Maybe Sarah would come to her senses and realize that she didn't need Chris or anyone else to be happy. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before.

But even as he clung to that hope, a nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered doubts. What if this was just the beginning? What if Sarah's night out with Chris was a sign of things to come? What if Sarah was just getting started, and things were about to get even more complicated?

John took a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts aside. But as he lay there in the dark, listening to the soft sound of her breathing, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.