She's disgusted

Disgust immediately filled Lauren’s mind.

If this butch woman was Amelie’s friend, Amelie’s lover then she wanted nothing to do with her. The pull she had felt toward the running figure curdled. Wrong. Dirty. A mistake the collar would have punished if this had been the dining room. She turned around.

She walked the other way, toward a blinding light.

The light faded and took shape until it took the shape of the only person in her life who mattered.

Her husband.

Todd.

He stood there like the end of the hallway. The hallway to their home. The face she was supposed to love. The man who cared for her the most. Lauren felt her knees go. She knelt in front of him in reverence, ready to worship her man, mouth already soft, hands already where they belonged, on his cock, the field and the memory of the butch woman faded in the background, it had to be forgotten, there was only one thing she needed to remember, her duty to Todd.

Two days later:

Lauren woke up in her own bed.

The sheets were hers. The ceiling was hers. No supply closet tile under her hip. No collar. For a second her hand went to her throat anyway, hunting for leather that was not there and then she spotted Todd was in the doorway with a tray.

Breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee the way she took it. He set it on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the mattress.

“You look wrecked,” he said. Not unkind. “Must’ve been some week, visiting Amelie. You like the restaurant? Get some quality time with your bestie?”

Lauren felt heat climb her throat. She thought about the cut-up tank top. The men staring at her tits. The vibrator kicking on when she bent low enough. How much of a slut she had been for their attention. She decided not to tell Todd. That secret of hers stayed in the restaurant, where it belonged. That was a week that had already started to go soft around the edges, like a dream she was not supposed to pick at.

She scooted over and cuddled into him instead, face against his chest, long red hair spilling over his arm.

Then she started bitching about Amelie.

How awful she was. How she talked down to people. How she played boss like it made her special. How she was not the friend Lauren remembered, not really, not when it counted. Horrible. A stupid bitch. Lauren heard herself going and did not stop.

Todd listened. Patient and compassionate. He rubbed her back and let her talk herself empty and did not ask the questions that would have hurt her.

When she ran out of it, she climbed on top of him.

She kissed him like she had been gone a year. Open mouth, hungry, moaning about how much she had missed him between kisses. His hands found her ass and squeezed. He was hard already. He rubbed his cock along her crotch through whatever she had slept in, the thick line of him dragging against her pussy and Lauren felt electric. She had always loved being used by Todd. She had never known he could feel this incredible. Like her body had been waiting for this exact friction and had only just been told.

He pulled her top down and nuzzled her tits. Sucked on her nipples, one then the other, slow, like he had time. Lauren moaned loud enough that it would have been embarrassing and did not care. She brought her mouth to his ear.

“Babe,” she whispered. “Should we try for a baby?”

Todd took his mouth off her nipple and looked her in the eye.

They both smiled. They both knew the answer.