Steve returns home

You got distracted checking job messages on your phone for a few minutes when you hear the jangle of keys and the door unlocking.

"Honey I'm home," Steve called out as he closed the door behind him.

You glanced up and blinked as you saw him. There's silence for a moment as you catch each other's eyes.

Some part of you weren't expecting you to have your lips around Steve's cock. Today, or ever for that matter. But here we were, eagerly pleasuring him up to full mast.

The moment he came through the door, you realized you were fucked. Instantly memories of your relationship came to the forefront. And one of the more intimate secrets of your relationship was that you loved being the submissive servant while having sex.

A hard career of stress and handling business psychopaths by the horns left a feminine hole in your desires that Steve filled perfectly. He was harmless, useless even, a scrub with very little going for him.

You loved him for it, and you loved submitting to someone like him for that reason. It cleansed your mind and let you be someone else for a while.

"Fuck! Yes!" you screamed in pleasure as he manhandled you into place and started fucking you from behind. You loved getting fucked hard, and Steve had studied the art for you pleasure. Every thrust made your past life feel more and more distant as more and more memories of sex with Steve filled your memories. days, weeks, months and years of sex filled your mind, suppressing your past virginial ejaculate experiences with womanly multi-orgasms and joy.

You let him finish on your tits. He likes it and you feel he deserves a little extra today. Some part of you want to take every load he can give inside, wishing for your contraceptives to be malfunctioning for a while. An act of God would be a good excuse to have a kid, some romantic part of your heart have argued through the years.

"I had a weird dream last night," you say as you shower together. "I dreamt I was a white kid named Mark and we shared a dorm together."

"Huh. I don't know if I could live with the male version of you," Steve said from behind you as he scrubbed your body clean, caressing you while doing so. "You'd be way too demanding for me in the friend-zone."

"Haha," you say and bit playfully at his earlobe. "I wasn't as tidy as I'm now, I was more like you."

"Very handsome or bit of a bum?" Steve asked.

"Mostly being bit of a bum," you say and you both giggle for a moment.

"Well, I guess that would be an easier time. Smoking weed, playing games, talking sports."

"Nah, we didn't talk sports, but I guess we could do the first two now and then if you want to?"

"You want to do that? When can we get married, babe?" Steve asked and you bough laughed louder.

"Whenever you pull out that ring, babe," you say and poke at his ribs. "But I'm not paying for it and it should be worth a few pennies."

"Oh. Well, maybe in our next life then," Steve said as he got out of the shower.

You awoke the next morning and realized it was sunday. It was early and Steve was still sleeping. You got up planning to exercise.

You suddenly remember: The gun, maybe it has recharged? You move over to look at it.