Keep Playing the Good Wife (Marcus)

Once again, Nicole forces a smile. She thinks about her Discord friends and what they’d want her to do. They’d want her to stick through this and write a titillating report. This was mostly for her, but she had to remember it was also for them. Plus, the whole being separated from his wife thing. Maybe, just maybe, if she suffered his bullying it would make him happier and nicer. Glancing at the Taco Bell. After all, he did bring dinner and drinks.

Nicole lifts the glass to her lips. The man picks up one of the tacos on his plate and bites. He watches her. She hasn’t chugged anything since college. He says with his mouth full “hurry up, my beer’s getting warm and we still need to toast.”

Parting her lips she starts to pour the lemonade into her mouth. Swallowing as much as she can as fast as she can - trying to summon the chugging strength of her college days.

The majority of the lemonade goes in her mouth, but a little bit does dribble out onto her bare chest. The entire time he stares and munches on his taco. Finished, she stands up while grabbing a napkin. “Wait, put that down and come over here,” he says and points to the floor to the side of his chair.

She does as told as he swallows the last bit of taco. He grabs her ass and pulls her close. His big, bushy beard presses between her breasts and he begins licking up all of the lemonade. The beard is rough and all Nicole can do is imagine the taco still in it. He takes long wet licks, moving up to her neck. He’s so tall he doesn’t need to get up to keep working upward to her chin. She flinches and tries to look away when she realizes what’s coming next. His hand squeezes her ass tighter as his other hand grabs the back of her head. His hands are so big she feels like he could wrap around her skull. He holds her still and presses his bearded lips against hers. Up until this point she’d managed to avoid kissing him. She honestly thought he might not be interested in that. Maybe she could even go these entire three weeks without making lip-to-lip contact (as much as the beard allowed). He tastes like Taco Bell.

She prepares herself for his tongue, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, he releases her. “Now, beer.”

She stumbles backward. Steadying herself she grabs the remaining three beers off the counter, brings them to the counter, and fills her glass. She takes a tiny sip and holds back a gross face. She still hates the taste of beer.

“Eat,” he commands like the beastly neanderthal he is.

She eats and takes little sips when her mouth is full of taco, so she doesn’t need to taste it. He eats, too, practically wolfing down the chalupas and remaining tacos in one bite. They eat mostly in silence except for his gross chewing sounds.

Nicole is only starting her third taco when he finishes off the chalupas, tacos, and beer. He drinks the dregs in the can before pushing his glass forward. “When my glass is empty, refill it.”

Nicole puts her taco down, opens a new can, and fills the glass to the top.

She feels nervous as he intensely watches. God, what if she spills? “And you need a refill, too,” he says.

“I still have more than half a glass,” she says.

“I guess you’ll need to get better at keeping up with me. Finish and refill,” he commands.

Nicole takes the glass in her hand. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to chug again. She breathes in and dutifully does what’s expected. It doesn’t go down as easy as the lemonade. She more than dribbles this time with the last attempt at gulping spilling out of her mouth. “Oh god,” she says, feeling the beer coating her breasts and running down over her stomach.

He tsks. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t waste my beer. I know you’re better at swallowing than that. Or is it only cock?”

She feels sheepish. “Do you- do you want to clean me again?” She starts to stand.

“No, I think you should sit and soak in it for the rest of our meal. Think about what a messy fucking pig you are.”

That anger boils up again. Words tickling her tongue begging to be released “how dare you, of all people, call ME a pig!” But again she chokes the words down and pulls herself the second can of beer.

“That glass better be empty before I finish mine.”

Nicole releases a very soft breath of frustration from between her lips. Every time he takes a drink from his beer she matches it. She even tries to swallow down a little more than him. Once he finishes his crunchwrap and she finishes her taco she sees he only has about an ounce left. Quickly, she slams down her remaining swallow and slams the glass on the table with a “hah!” She was starting to feel goofy and tipsy.

He smiles. “Good, you can keep up! I’m surprised. Now empty these cans while I tell you about tomorrow night.”