Imposing your will and planning for more.

Arriving at the O'Brien household, you know establishing dominance quickly is key. When Kelly opens the door you don't even give her time to say hello before you pull her into a kiss.

After a minute you pull away, but only far enough to give her ass a good smack.

"Ow, what the hell Ryan?"

"That was for not calling me sir earlier. And this is for complaining," you say as you give her another.

You step forward, moving her into the house and kicking the door closed as you go. "Now what do you suggest we do first, Kelly? You don't mind if I call you Kelly, right," you say in a tone that makes it clear it's not a question.

Put on the spot, she stammers. "It's fine, sir. And we should probably take care of that phone wallpaper first?"

"Want to get right to the good stuff huh?"

"I just thought it'd be best to get it done while we're alone. My husband isn't coming home until later, but Andrew will be here in half an hour."

"Hmm, I don't think that's it," you smirk. "I think the reason you want to do that first is because you can't wait to get close to my dick again. You've been thinking about seeing it again, and holding and kissing it while you take selfies all morning haven't you?"

Kelly blushes furiously. "No, I... wait, selfies? You didn't say anything about that, sir. I thought you'd just take another photo."

"Another? The wallpaper I set wasn't a simple photo, I put a lot of work into that," you snap, doing your best to sound angry. Judging by the way Kelly flinches, it worked. "I expect you to put the same amount of effort into its replacement. You do want to make it up to me don't you?"

"I do, I do," she hurries, worried you'll take her phone away if she doesn't comply.

"I'm glad to hear that," you smile. "Tell me exactly what you want to do."

"Yes sir. I want to take your pen- your dick out of those pants so I can touch it and take a selfie with it."

"And why do you want a selfie with my dick on your phone?"

Kelly almost whines that she doesn't, but catches herself and comes up with a reason. "That way I can look at it whenever I use your phone sir, and admire it when you're not around to show me the real thing."

"Wow, I must have a pretty nice dick to get that kind of reaction," you tease. "Is it better than your husband's?"

"Please Ryan, let's not talk about him. Just come to the bedroom so we can get started."

You gesture for her to lead the way upstairs, taking the opportunity to grope her ass some more. Kelly doesn't complain about it, or when you order her to take off her shirt and get on her knees. She just sighs and starts undoing your belt.

Stroking her cheek, you tell her to smile and that she'll be on her knees until you have a photo you're satisfied with.

For the next ten minutes, you have her strike various poses between your legs, sometimes making her take selfies, sometimes holding the phone yourself so she can use both hands on you.

Finally you order her to finish you off with a slow blowjob while you scroll through the long list of new pictures. Realizing you can't settle on just one, you instead set up a slideshow of your favorites. Like the one where she's smiling at the camera in her hand while pressing your cock against her cheek with the other, or the one where she's holding it in both hands and licking the tip, and the one where she's sucking your balls while your shaft rests on her upturned face.

You finish making your selection and fill her mouth, right as you hear the front door unlock. Andrew's home.

True to your word, you allow Kelly to swallow your load without delay and tell her you'll sneak out the back so her son doesn't get suspicious.

"What about my husband," Kelly asks before you leave. "I don't know how to tell him my mouth and arm belong to you, but I can't really keep it a secret from him either."

"Don't worry, I'll think of something," you promise. "For now, just tell him you want to keep his shirt on because it helps you feel closer to him or something. Oh, and I don't mind if you use that mouth on him, that should help."

By the time you're home you already have an idea, and quickly start experimenting.

You find some cardboard and an old can of paint in the garage and, setting them up in front of a mirror, you carefully draw some flipped text.

Satisfied with the result, you find your sister's room and press the cardboard against her door. When you pull it away, the words Ryan Ferro’s Room have been stamped onto the wood.

Waiting a few seconds to let the paint dry, you knock and open the door.

Your sister is sitting on her bed, blanket draped over her legs. She looks at you in annoyance. "What do you want, loser?"

"Well, I'd like to know what you're doing in my room, for starters."

She rolls her eyes and gives you a hah ha very funny look, but then her eyes follow your gesture to the door and her face drops. "Oh shit. What? Since when is-"

"Look, I don't mind if you want to trade rooms," you interrupt. "But at least ask first."

"Trade? I've had this room for years..." she says, confused.

"Whatever. I'm guessing my stuff is in your room now? You better not have broken anything when you carried it over. I'm going to check it now. The room's yours, by the way."

Suppressing a grin, you close the door and pick up the cardboard on your way back to your room. God, gaslighting your sister was fun. Maybe you should mess with her some more. But first...

Positioning yourself in front of the mirror again, you pick up a block of wood and start carving it with your old pocket knife.

When you're done, you've produced a stamp inscribed with the text Ryan Ferro’s Cuckold. With this, Kelly's husband won't stand in your way when you claim his wife.