Jeanette was at home. It was 11 am and she woke from her restless sleep by the sound of contruction work across the street. Her husband was at work and this was her time to get some proper rest. Severely annoyed, she got hurriedly dressed and went outside to give them a piece of her mind.
As she approached the construction site, several of the men gave her long looks and one whistled at her. She appraoched the foreman who seemed thoroughly unimpressed by her tirade. "We have a job to do mam. If you are bothered by the noise, I can recommend some excellent earplugs." She left in a huff and heard the men talking, not so subtly, to each other and throwing obscene suggestions after her.
As she got home, she thought about the incident. Although she was offended and annoyed, a different emotion alarmed her. There was something about men working with their hands, sweat glistening on their tan bodies. She had to focus, try to focus on her reading. But the thought kept returning. Her husband worked a regular deskjob and she loved him of course, she reminded herself, but the image of the men outside and the faces that promised no sensitivity to her needs. The faces that spoke only of what they wanted, regardless of how she felt about it. She snapped back to her book and left the thoughts.
The doorbell rang and Jeanette rose to get it. Looking at her watch, she wondered who could be calling at her door at four thirty. As she opened she saw the foreman standing in front of several of the men, all dressed in their work wear. The heavy musk of their sweat penetrated her nostrils. "How can I help you?" She asked dismissively, still annoyed from earlier and especially at the thoughts they had planted in her mind.
"Is your husband home, mam?" The forman spoke with a rough voice. "No, he is still at work I'm afraid. What do you want?" She repeated, even more annoyed now. "We have come to check on the piping in your basement, mam. Can't finish the work outside until its fixed." With a heavy sigh, she showed them towards the basement. Only then did her distracted mind stop to consider why there had to be so many of them. She looked at her watch again, why they where doing this at four thirty? Jeanette heard a call from below. "Mam, we are going to need some help down here."
The Victim: is a married, natural female. She has to have some backbone. The relationsip to her husband is either good or she is disappointed in his lack of masculinity. (She does not need to be as arrogant as in the intro above).
Second victim: Her husband. Not a very masculine man, has an office job.
We do not need
both roles filled to play the scene, I will just take up the male roles. As long as the characters conform to some degree to these criteria adjustments can be made (especially with regards to the female perspective in the intro). The male character will only arrive after some time in the scene.
How extreme we go is mostly up to you. I'm more than capable of playing all but the most extreme (Snuff!) and tame (Pre planned & agreed beforehand).
I have a thread
in group requests looking for two people for a medium to long cuckolding story-line. Its somewhat or at least, potentially related.