Top Treatment

"Hey baby," Mira said, leaning in to kiss Douglas. She'd gotten her nails and hair done. She looked into Douglas's eyes, noting a change in demeanor. Curious.

He'd fixed her a simple roasted chicken, with creamy mashed potatoes and garlic bread. But he only had a salad himself.

"Not hungry?" Mira asked.

"I just feel like I need to start eating a little healthier. Getting tougher to fit into my suits," Douglas said. Mira just nodded. After dinner, they went to their living room. Monique and Elizabeth had the kids tonight. Mira looked at Douglas's comfy leather chair.

"Not going to sit here tonight?" Mira asked.

"I thought you might want to try it out," Douglas said. Mira looked suspicious. Douglas never shared this chair. This was the one item of furniture that was a relic of his marriage to Elizabeth. She sat down, her thighs parting enough that Douglas could glimpse her white panties. Douglas got out his scotch, pouring her a glass, and pulled out one of his cigars, offering to her. She took it, uncomprehending.

"Why are you doing all this, baby?" she asked.

"I ... haven't been attentive enough lately," Douglas said stiffly. "You deserve better from me." Mira took the cigar, and Douglas lit it for her. She took a pull on it, coughing.

"This is strong," she said. She sipped at the scotch. "This too." She looked at Douglas, something almost clicking for her. "Strip, baby,"

Douglas held his breath, but obeyed, taking off his polo shirt and pants, exposing his shaved legs, trimmed crotch hair. Mira just stared at him, put she pulled her skirt up and her panties down, and Douglas could see she was already getting hard.

"Come over here, baby," Mira said. She rubbed her hand across his moisturized skin, his smooth legs. She coaxed him to turn around and saw his ass was waxed smooth. "Elizabeth gave you some lessons, hm?"

"Yes," Douglas admitted.

"Is that perfume?" Mira asked, detecting a pleasant scent amongst the cigar smoke and smell of the scotch.

"Yeah," Douglas admitted. When he turned back around, she saw her large brown cock was completely hard, and bobbing up and down. He knelt down for her. "I just want you to know how much I love you." He blinked at his own admission, and saw her brown eyes soften.

"I didn't know if you'd come around, or just be a lump on a log that does the bare minimum," she admitted. "But this is how I want you. Attentive, loving, focused." She pulled him closer to her, her big cock slapping against his cheek. He kissed her thighs, laving his tongue up and down the creases, and she purred. She took another pull on the cigar.

"This is nice, actually. I can see why you did this," she said, taking another couple of drags on it, before sipping the whiskey, letting it swish around in her mouth. She watched Douglas, focusing on her ass and balls and thighs, memorizing everything about her now, fully invested in her. She pushed her cock into his mouth, and he sucked her. Not as Douglas. Not as a former straight man. But as hers. Her bitch. And he swallowed every dollop of cum from her, his own potent seed staining the floor.

"This is us now," she said to him, pleased. "I want you to keep it up, and mind Elizabeth's lessons."