Take me back when our world was one block wide

Nick wasn’t really sure what to make of Dakota’s repeated taunts about Mary, but he definitely appreciated being sent back to the Master’s Suite with her and Holly, instead of having to walk all the way back to the hotel.

She’d even taken the extra effort to send Holly back to her cage! That was sweet of her.

“I don’t know why Dakota was making such a big deal out of everything,” Mary said, her cheeks a little pink. “I mean, it’s still the middle of the afternoon! We- I mean, we could have just stayed with the others,” she pointed out.

“Yeah,” Nick echoed. He locked eyes with his wife as they stood in the middle of the Master’s Suite, feeling the silence hanging over them in the air.

Holly swallowed loudly, breaking the tension.

“Dinner!” Mary blurted out. “An early dinner! I’ll get to cooking, um, and you can maybe pick out a movie to watch? Something with a gripping story, a noir would be lovely!”

“Right, yeah, a movie,” Nick agreed. Why was he acting so flustered and awkward? He was behaving like a teenager on his first date, not like someone should be with their wife.

Or maybe this was how things were supposed to go when you were married? If every date was like the first date, it could certainly keep the spark alive.

It’s not like we’ve had many chances to be alone recently, he conceded. Then he remembered Vivian’s advice to him.

“Mary, wait,” he said, stopping her before she made it to the kitchen.

“Huh?” Mary turned back and looked at him with those big, innocent eyes of hers. “What is it?” She asked. Her voice was so genuine and sweet; she put every last bit of consideration into every word she spoke, and looked at Nick like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

That was a hard thing to miss.

“Could maybe… I help you?” There had to be a better way to word that. Nick was a writer, damn it! And indeed, Mary just looked more confused as she stared at him.

“Help me?” She tilted her head to the side.

“Cooking,” he clarified. A quick clearing of his throat kicked his mind back into gear. “I wanted to try cooking with you. Not me helping you, or anything, I don’t think I’d be much help at all, but… I thought maybe we could do it together. You could even give me some advice.”

Nick had sat in on a cooking class or two, but Mary had always designated him as the taste tester. He rarely ever got a chance to really help out in the kitchen. But it was something that always made her so happy to do, and he wanted to share that happiness with her. Like Vivian said, it was important to do things with the people that he loved that they would enjoy, even if he didn’t have any particular interest in them.

Whenever we do stuff together, it’s always things that I like. So shouldn’t I try to step out of my comfort zone a little and do something with her because she enjoys it?

As for Mary’s thoughts on the matter, that was a little hard to say. She stared at Nick in shock, like she never imagined in a million years that he’d ask to cook dinner with her.

“Okay!” She lit up like the sun and nodded.

“I’ll handle the steaks, you take care of the potatoes.” That was the division of labor Mary had decided on. Nick was stunned by her change in demeanor upon setting foot in the kitchen. She gave him a look that would have made his stepmother blush when he asked if he could handle the steaks instead.

“Oh, and why don’t you just go run a marathon with Dani while you’re at it instead of learning how to jog first, hmm?”

Point taken.

Nick followed Mary’s instructions to the letter. He cut up the potatoes into little tiny chunks (emphasis on tiny- he may have gone a little overboard) and spread them out over the skillet. Then after adding a bit of salt and some of the seasonings she recommended (he didn’t even ask) to really get things moving, he covered the pan with a lid and let the steam fill it up.

“Okay, check it every 5 minutes to make sure nothing’s burning,” Mary said, leading him over to a chair when he was done and sitting him down. “Here, have a drink while you wait.”

She handed him a glass of water while she went back to seasoning the steaks, alternating between that and chopping up the vegetables. And then she checked on the pie in the oven.

Nick got the distinct impression that the division of labor wasn’t exactly even here.

“Mary?”

“Hmm?”

“Is there anything else I could do to help out?”

Mary looked over at him and stroked her chin contemplatively. “…No, I think you’re already helping quite a lot!” She replied sweetly. “Just you being here looking all nice and handsome is enough!”

Well, that was sweet of her. Still, Nick wanted to lend a hand.

“I could dice the vege-”

“No no, I can handle this.”

“Or maybe-”

“Sitting is fine, sweetheart, you’re doing great!”

Sigh. Nick was feeling very patronized right now.

Mary could sense that something was wrong. She put aside what she was doing momentarily, having come to a stopping point, and walked over to her husband.

“Is anything the matter?” She asked, concerned.

Nick blushed. “Well… I just… I wanted to cook with you, Mary.”

“Aren’t you?” Mary questioned.

“Well… yeah, but… I don’t know, it just seems a little off. This wasn’t really what I expected.”

Mary giggled. “Well… haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘Too many cooks in the kitchen’? When it comes to something like this, it’s really just everyone doing their own thing. What, did you expect us to hold hands and flip over the steaks together or something?”

“…A little bit?”

Mary held her sides and laughed, and wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh, I love you, you know that?” She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “Tell you what, how about you come over here, and help me season your steak. How would you like it?”

“I-I think you already know how I-”

“Yes but tell me anyway,” she said, taking him by the hands and lifting him up from the chair, leading him over to the counter. “…Oh, and check the potatoes, too!”

Nick was glad to. Honestly, he was just happy they were doing something together that both of them could enjoy.

This was definitely the married life he envisioned, even if it wasn’t exactly how he had expected tonight to go.

“Oh, these potatoes are so good! I love them so much!” Mary gushed with every bite. Her eyes practically rolled back into her head.

“…Come on, don’t you think you’re laying it on a little too thick?” Nick said, staring at her with an amused grin on his lips.

Mary looked back at him and pouted. “I would never lie!” She pointed out. “These ARE good potatoes, Nick!”

“Okay, but you’re acting like they’re the ninth wonder of the world or something,” he pointed out. “Even I can tell that they’re just okay.”

Mary blushed a little. “…Just trying to give you a bit of encouragement,” she said. “It’s not a lie! They are very good, and I do love them!” She popped one into her mouth just to prove a point. “You cooked them for me, after all. So of course they taste delicious.”

Nick felt like a dagger had been plunged into his heart, a dagger full of good intentions. He had often thought that Mary’s cooking was so delicious that one day it might just kill him, but her sweet words were doing a good job of that, too.

“I’m really happy you asked to lend a hand in the kitchen, Nick,” Mary said, setting her utensils down and giving him a dewy gaze from across the table. “But I still don’t understand why you did.”

Nick blushed. “I mean… isn’t that what couples do?” He pointed out. “I know you love cooking, but that doesn’t mean I should just have you cook for me all the time. We’re married- I should be helping out too. And not just sitting in a chair for you to admire.”

Mary turned red and looked bashfully down into her lap. “Maybe… maybe that was a step too far,” she admitted sheepishly.

Nick laughed. “It’s just about you and me getting on the same page,” he said gently. “Doing couples things together. Like this, you know? You like cooking, so I wanted to know a little more about it.”

Mary nodded thoughtfully. “I guess so,” she agreed. “And I appreciate the help. But really… you didn’t need to! I love cooking for you, Nick, it makes me feel like I’m… like I’m doing my job.”

“Huh?” That was completely out of nowhere.

“I know, that sounds just awful,” Mary said with a sigh, shaking her head. “It’s wrong to think ‘A woman’s place is in the kitchen’ and believe me, that’s not it! It’s just… you’re always so sweet and nice to me, you’re just so amazing! I’m so in love with you, and I… by cooking for you every day, I can show you just how much! You know?”

“So maybe I can cook for you sometimes, to show you how much I love you, then?” Nick asked, taking her idea in stride.

Mary mused over that for a bit. “…But then I would have less time to show you I love you… no, I’m not sure that works.”

“Okay, well, what if I cook for you, and you cook for me?” Nick suggested. “You know, when I get better at it.”

Mary nodded thoughtfully. “I suppose that’s fair,” she agreed. “But now I feel like you’re giving me too much!”

She puffed up her cheeks. “How can I compete with that?!”

“I don’t think love is supposed to be a competition,” Nick pointed out.

“Oooh, you’re just trying to get me to lower my guard!” She said in a huff, chuckling a little. “But you’re right… So what are we watching after dinner, then?” She asked, changing the subject to something that would be a little more tolerable for her. Below the table her thighs were clenched together tightly- all the sweet things Nick was saying, it was getting her so worked-up she could barely control herself!

There will be time for that later, Mary! She admonished herself. Show some restraint!

Nick swallowed the last bites of his food and glanced over at Holly. Before joining Mary in the kitchen, he had secretly tasked her with finding Mary’s favorite movie. If anyone would know, it would be Holly.

And after vetoing Juno, they finally arrived on a good one.

“I thought we could watch Black Beauty,” he suggested.

Mary’s jaw dropped.

“You… you want to watch that? Are you sure?” His wife’s face was a strange combination of hope, joy, suspicion, and flat-out disbelief.

“Do you not want to watch it?” Nick asked, backing Mary into a corner slightly. “If you want to watch something else…”

“I want to watch it!” She practically shouted, nearly tackling him out of his chair. “I love that movie so much! Oh, Nick, you’re just the best!”

She planted kisses all over his face as she practically choked the life out of him. But it was worth it to see how happy the idea had made her.

And maybe Nick would even like the movie. He would at least make a genuine effort, for Mary’s sake.

“Uwaaaah…” Mary kept wringing her handkerchief as tears poured down her cheeks. “Every time when Beauty and Joe reunite… it’s so beautiful…”

She dabbed at her eyes with the soaked rag, and then blew her nose.

Nick had never been so happy to see someone so sad before. Every moment on the couch with Mary was a reminder of how much love she put in every last thing she did. There was no deceit or guile with her, she showed him every part of herself without hesitation and put everything she had into every last bit of feeling she expressed. Even when that came to sobbing her heart out at one of her favorite movies.

The fact that she could cry so ugly like this in front of him was a testament to how much she trusted him. And that was worth a hell of a lot in its own right.

And he was glad he did it. The movie was genuinely touching.

When it came to an end, Mary turned to look at Nick. She’d dried her eyes, and now they beamed at him with adoration as she gave him a half-lidded gaze.

“So… that movie… thank you for watching it with me,” she said softly. “It’s one of my favorites. How did you know?”

Nick swallowed. “Well, uh… it’s a husband’s job to know that sort of thing,” he said, not exactly lying but not telling the full story, either.

Mary gave him an amused grin. “Holly told you, didn’t she?” She looked past Nick, towards Holly’s cage.

“…I asked her to find me one of your favorite movies, yeah,” Nick admitted sheepishly.

Thankfully Mary wasn’t mad at his pedestrian act of deception. She giggled. “I thought it was something like that. But you didn’t have to go to all that trouble, Nick, I would have been happy to watch something else!”

Nick frowned. “Yeah, I know you would have. But I don’t want you to only be thinking about what I’d like, Mary. I wanted to watch something for you. And if I happened to like it, that’s just a bonus. Our relationship should be about more than just appealing to me. It should be about me doing things that you like, too.”

“Well, that’s a little difficult, considering that our relationship isn’t exactly equal,” Mary replied, sitting back and placing her hand over his. “After all, you have so many other women in your life that you need to attend to, Nick. And adding me to that list… wouldn’t it just be so much easier if you had someone who you didn’t need to go to all that trouble for? Someone who can just give you all the care and comfort and consideration that you deserve?” Her voice ached with every word, like a strange blend of happiness and sadness mixed into one complicated emotion. Nick felt his heart sting with the same feeling, and he couldn’t describe it.

“I still want to do that for you anyway,” he said, taking Mary’s hands into his and gazing deeply into her eyes. “You shouldn’t be taken for granted. You’re my wife, Mary, you’re not someone put here to cook and clean for me. I want to make sure you’re just as appreciated and cared for as anyone else in my harem.”

Mary scrunched up her blushing face into a pout. “Well, what exactly am I supposed to say to that?” She huffed, feeling completely outplayed. “You’re just no fair at all!”

Nick grinned. “Sorry.”

“Well… two can play at that game.” Mary drew back her hands and brought them to the knot in her shirt. Before Nick realized what she was doing she untied the knot and let her shirt drop down to the floor, revealing her marvelous milk-filled melons to her husband.

“At a loss for words?” Mary asked, trying her best to seem coy but just channeling more of her usual shy self. She tucked her arms under her breasts and lifted them slightly to present them to her husband. “I thought so.”

“Well… it certainly caught me by surprise,” Nick stammered, finally meeting her eyes again. It took some real doing to tear his eyes away from those beautiful tracts of freckled skin. “Normally, when you’re bold it’s a little more…”

“Modest?” Mary leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his chest. The flush in her cheeks deepened as she parted her lips slightly. “I’m still a very modest girl. But… Dakota wasn’t wrong about one thing. Holding back for this long… it’s hard. It’s been too long since we were together last.”

She practically moaned into his mouth.

Nick knew that Mary had a transformation that increased the baseline of her arousal with each transformation she acquired. He would have to get used to her libido increasing significantly each round. For now, though…

“Alright,” he said, leaning forward and capturing her lips. “You’re right, I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I’m sorry.”

Mary swooned into the kiss for a moment before coming back to her senses and pushing Nick away. She looked at him in alarm.

“No, I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty!” She cried. “That wasn’t my-ooooohh…!”

Her protests were smothered by the moan that rose from her lips as Nick leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, tweaking it with his teeth in a gentle nibble that made her body twitch.

“N-Nick!” Mary grabbed his head, freezing for a moment as she wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull him away or push him deeper into her breast. That brief hesitation game him the opportunity he needed to bite down gently on her nipple again, causing her to start leaking.

She let out a squeak and her body made the decision for her. She felt her arms wrap around his head and pull him closer, and she sank into bliss just like that. Nick, taking that as a sign to keep going, brought his hand up to her other breast and began to play with it as well, fondling one tit while suckling lightly from the other.

“Mmmf…” Mary moaned, straddling Nick’s leg gently as she felt him continue to play with her boobs. She held herself back as best she could while humping his knee, afraid that if she got too wild then she’d show a downright immodest side of herself that they both knew was simmering beneath the surface. But it was too early for that! She would be the reserved, demure maiden that Nick loved, not… ooh, that was just lovely…

On the subject of things being lovely, Nick couldn’t believe how delicious Mary’s milk was. He’d almost forgotten. It was an impossible flavor to describe, like all of his favorite things at once mixed together into a single substance, that danced on his tongue and drew him in, presenting him with an alluring and tantalizing façade that he just couldn’t resist. He moaned out into her breast as he felt her pick up the pace, grinding the soaked crotch of her shorts against his knee with frantic and more **** thrusts each passing second.

He knew that if things continued on this path, they would end up fucking right there on the couch. And as sexy as that would be, Mary deserved better than that. So as much as he hated to do it, and as much as Mary clearly didn’t want him to do it, he pulled his head away and looked up into his wife’s disappointed face.

Disappointment clouded his features as well, as the last drops of sweet milk trickled down his throat.

“Not yet,” he whispered hotly to her. He reached down and scooped his stunned wife up into his arms, feeling her thrash at the sudden shift.

“N-Nick!?” Mary sputtered, not sure what was going on before she was set down onto the bed.

“We’re not done yet,” Nick assured his wife, looking down at her with a grin. She looked so beautiful, flushed with embarrassment and frustrated as she was, looking like she wanted to swat him with an adorable pout on her lips. “I told you, I’m trying to make you happy tonight, remember?”

Before Mary could process what he was saying, Nick crawled into bed with her and began to slide her shorts down her hips. She gasped and her eyes went wide.

“H-hey! Nick!?” She stammered, sitting up in a fright. “Are you-?” She was about to ask hopefully if he was already planning to move onto having sex, but her voice died in her throat when she felt what he was really getting up to down there.

“Mmf!” Mary bit her lip as she felt Nick’s tongue dip into the steaming depths of her nether regions, and she clenched her legs so tightly that for a moment she was afraid she’d rip his head off. “W-wait! Don’t-! Aahnn!” She threw back her head in a moan and collapsed weakly onto the pillows as the strength left her arms and back. The pleasure from her husband’s loving ministrations to her poor, deprived pussy was too much for her body to bear, and she let out a long, lusty sigh as she decided that maybe letting him do what he wanted to do wasn’t so bad after all.

Nick hadn’t had as much experience eating out a woman as he would have liked, but Mary made it easy. Her milk was delicious, but it seemed like every part of her was just as sweet a delicacy. As he feasted on Mary’s juices and drank his fill from the depths of her loins, the way her vagina twitched, throbbed, and contracted in response was all the approval he needed.

“You’re amazing, Mary,” he whispered to her, giving her clit the softest of licks as he gently stirred inside her spasming lips with his finger. “Just amazing, really.”

“Oh… pl-please, don’t stop,” Mary whined, finally giving in to her husband’s efforts. Why was she fighting this so hard, anyway? She loved what he was doing to her, after all. She should stop being so stubborn all the time and just let Nick dote on her for once.

Otherwise, you might as well just slap a chastity belt on her, and call her-

“Holly!” Mary gasped, her eyes shooting open. She snapped her head to the side and looked over at the frantic brunette, who had been busy playing with her nipples and humping the air from within the safety of her cage.

Holly looked at Mary like a deer caught in the headlights. She opened her mouth as if to reply, but only a squeaky moan came out.

Mary extended a hand, and beckoned for Holly to join the two of them.

For a moment, Holly couldn’t believe it. She stared blankly at Mary and then pointed at herself, mouthing “Me?”

Mary bit her lip and nodded, her eyes fierce. Holly couldn’t really argue with that smoldering gaze, so she swallowed, cheeks flushing, and nodded excitedly. Creeping out of her cage, she scrambled across the floor and crawled into bed with the two of them, unable to believe this was really happening.