Interlude: Mr. and Mrs. Blowjob

The light from the stage enveloping the witch they created, the light grows and my husband and I find ourselves back on our couch, right where the show had snagged us from. Both of us big fans of the show, he had surprised me with tickets on our anniversary, and at the time it was the most exciting thing ever. Alex had been an amazing catch of a husband. The tall, handsome olive skinned sweetheart who had swept me off my feet in college, and it's been a magic time ever since. He was a little prideful and stubborn sometimes, but he was a great partner and always considerate and caring towards me. This was supposed to be the highlight of our time together, and it almost was....

"Oh my God, what did she do to us...?"I clutch his arm, and he puts the other around me reassuringly. He looks me in the eye with resolve, although I can clearly see he's putting up some kind of front.

"Don't worry Hana, we'll be alright. We'll figure out-"

"How do you know!? She could've done anything, she had us completely under her control! What's going to happen if I'm out at the store and I suddenly-"

"Shh, it'll be ok." I stop talking as he wraps his arms around me. I close my eyes and bury my faces in his shoulder. He gives the best hugs, just a big teddy bear. Being a foot shorter than someone really makes cuddling hit different sometimes. We'll be ok, he's right, but the strangeness and uncertainty is a lot. I open my eyes and smile at him. I want to thank him, but I just keep smiling at him. Why am I not thanking him?

Looking up at him, I want to ask him what just happened and nothing comes out. My mouth stays perfectly still, and panic begins to swell. Why aren't I talking?

"Hana what's wrong?" He asks, concerned at my look.

"WHY WASN'T I TALKING?" I finally shout out, heart racing as I break free from the invisible chains in my body. This has to be...

"This is what the Bimbo did! Why did that happen?" Recognition sweeps over Alex.

"Wait. Keep quiet." He tells me. Ready to hear his theory, I wait in silence and look at him. He does nothing but stare back. After a moment of silence, I part my lips and give them a slow lick, before realizing what I just did. Why did I do that? My eyes go wide, but my mouth stays closed. Am I not allowed to talk.

"Ok, talk." He says.

"So that's what she did, she made it so you can shut me up? Why would she do that, that was so uncomfortable. I just had to sit there, trying to talk and getting nothing to come out. And what was with that lick, I didn't mean to do that! How much has she done to me, will any of this be reversible? She's supposed to be the one becoming a Bimbo why did that option grant her powers, this is unfair we paid good money for those tickets and she's going to win money from the show! This isn't how the deal is supposed to be, and now she's left me with an on/off switch for my voice? I can't-"

"Stop!" To my relief, I suddenly shut up. Ok, that was the opposite problem, no matter how much I wanted to take a break I couldn't keep my mouth from just running on. It was only through my eyes Alex realized anything was wrong, thankfully he got the message.

"You can talk freely if you want." He says after a moment, realizing that I was put in off mode again.

"Oh, thank you. Please....don't do that again." I lean into him and close my eyes.

"Don't worry, I love you and I'll help you through this." He pats me on the head and puts his arms around me, wrapping me in his big arms. I feel much safer here.

“Thanks Alex, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I nuzzle him a little more.

“Don’t worry. But look on the bright side, at least I can get some nice quiet time if I need it.” Alex chuckles a little as I give his arm a shove.

“Oh fuck you! You’d be lonely and crying after a day without me.”

“Hey! We all need quiet time!” Alex raises his hands in mock defense. “And besides I’m sure I’ll miss those lips.” He gives me a peck and I blush a little.

“Oh really? What makes you think you’ll be getting anything from me?” I tease back, poking his chest while I pull closer.

“I have my suspicions. Kiss me.” With a smile, I lean up towards him and give him a kiss on the lips in return.

“I may have my a weakness for you, but I’ll get you back for shutting me up like that.” Leaning into his neck I give him another kiss before nestling my head in place and closing my eyes.

“Oh I think I know your weakness. Talk dirtier to me.”

“Oh I know you want so much more than talking from this face pussy. I can sit here in your arms all day but I know what you really want, what you’ve been begging for. Giving you my dick suckers once gave you too much of a taste, but at least it’s been cute hearing you beg for it again and again. Maybe if you’re good I’ll treat you again, until then your little dolly wife will have to be a dream.” I smile slyly as I talk, and it’s only at this point that I realize what’s wrong.

“Oh, you bastard! Trying to turn me into your slut? Make me drool all over you and beg for you to fuck me senseless? It’s too bad you only changed how I talk, I got so much more I know you’d love to have fun with. Too bad I’m keeping this juicy body to myself. You'll go crazy without it, you’ll have to make it up to me if you want a chance again.” On one hand, I can’t stand he’s doing this. On the other, it did make me smile a little bit, even if bitterly. I guess he knows how to look on the bright side, even if that side is a little weird.

“Just making the best of things. If I get to mess with my lover’s fuckhole a little bit it’s all in good fun.” His brow furls slightly.

“Oh you wish it was your fuckhole.” Cheered up at his teasing I rolled over onto him and press my lips to his. Holding each other tightly, I bring my knee up onto him and gently rub it over his thigh. Enjoying a tender moment with him, my worries melt away a little bit as we kiss. Rubbing his legs, my knee bumps into something growing between his legs and I back away from him.

“Getting a little excited? Can’t wait for what’s next?” What’s next? What am I doing? Reaching down to his zipper as I lay next to him, I move myself away from him as I expose his underwear. Alarms go off as I look at Alex with panic in my eyes even as my mouth keeps it’s teasing smile.

“Hana, what are you doing?” Pulling his underwear down, his huge 8 inch cock springs up a little and grows a bit more now that it’s no longer confined. I scream inside.

“You don’t want me to stop do you? Just giving my husband a little treat, doing what this face should have been doing for you. Let your slut take care of you. I’ll-”

“You can speak normally!” He calls out and the smile instantly drops.

“Alex, what am I doing, stop me! Help!” I finally call out to him even as my head begins to lower onto him. Disgusted by what’s about to happen, I can’t help myself from parting my lips and sliding him into my mouth. Moaning in distress around him, I feel his hand on my back as I look up to him. Looking confused and distressed as well, I can’t help myself from lowering down further onto him. Unfamiliar with this disgusting intrusion, I feel it fill to the back of my throat and I can’t help but gag a little, nearly coughing him up as some spite slips out of my mouth. Grumbling at him around his member.

“I don’t know, I can’t…do anything.” Alex is still shocked by the situation, and I can’t help but growl inside at the imbalance between uncontrollable sucking dick, and not being able to stop your dick from being sucked. After a few strokes up and down his shaft, I breath a huge sigh of relief as I finally disconnect myself, coughing a little and dripping spit down my face as I glare at my husband.

“That fucking WITCH! I’m going to kill her- MHM!” Never leaving more than a few inches from his dick, I manage only a few breaths in freedom before I find myself bobbing up and down again. I can’t believe this, this is disgusting. Is this just because I touched his dick? Is that what she did to me, did she just make me his slut? That bitch is evil. **** to **** my mouth as I gag myself on his huge dick, I feel him get noticeably harder as I go on. Pulling up, I trail a strand of spit.

“You better not cum in my dick suckers. Fuck why am I calling it- mmmmmm.”

“I- I don’t know if I can stop. I’m really close Hana.” Feeling his hand on my back grip me tighter, I have a sinking feeling that he’s right on both of our accounts. Knowing he’s close I only speed up my mouth, shoving his dick into the far back of my throat as my lips seal tightly around him. Tongue helplessly swirling on him, I look up in fear as I notice his eyes close and breathing quicken. This can’t be happening, even on his birthday I didn’t let him finish inside. This is so disgusting.

After a few more moments, I’m greeted to a large spurt into the back of my mouth as his dick twitches. Almost immediately, I groan uncontrollably around him as my legs quiver and my pussy explodes in pleasure. Shaking next to him on the couch, I’m helpless to swallow everything as it comes, even as I feel my panties soak. Dick finally deflating, I defeatedly lift myself from his crotch as I grimace at the taste in my mouth. Looking up at my husband, he pulls me in for a hug and I get buried once more.

“I’m so sorry honey.”

This wasn’t his fault. Wasn’t either of ours. This stupid fucking show and that awful witch… The taste lingering, I gag slightly once more. Holding his chest as his soft dick hangs out I wonder what’s going to happen to us. How much did she do to us, did she try and turn me into his sex ****? If she did, I shudder at what she could’ve done. At a minimum, I fear that this situation is going to happen again many, many times. For now, with nothing I can do, I just close my eyes and accept my husband’s embrace.