MMoM Day 2 - Head Play

[elrhiarhodan]

Title: Head Play
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17 – Slash, MMOM
Characters: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: PWP,
Word Count: ~ 500
Summary:  What Elizabeth Thinks About

A/N - Just a quick drabble, meant to post last night for Day 1 of mmom, but didn't finish until this morning.


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She supposes that she’s weird -- but her favorite fantasy is about watching her husband have sex with another man. Her big, strong, FBI agent husband doing all sorts of things with other men. Between the two of them, Elizabeth was the more dominant of the two in bed, although she secretly suspects that Peter only allowed her that illusion. In her fantasies, Peter was always in strict control. His sex partner (lover was never the right word), usually some exceedingly handsome man Elizabeth might have seen in a magazine or on television or in a movie, would be tied up and erotically forced (gentle persuasion involving a riding crop and Peter’s handcuffs) to suck her husband’s huge cock and then take it up the ass.

Countless hours have been spent masturbating to that fantasy. Hours that Peter’s been kept from home, Elizabeth is spread out in her comfy chair in her office, a leg draped over the side, one hand busy playing with the slickness between her legs, the other pinching and pulling at her nipples, as one dirty scene after another plays out in her head. The harsher Peter gets in her imagination, the harder she works herself. She’s got a whole collection of toys - Peter substitutes - that she uses on herself. The butt plug that’s just a few millimeters smaller that her husband’s cock, the vibrating dildo with a remote control, the nipple clamps are her favorites, and she uses them well and often.

The day she meets Neal Caffrey is the day she finds a permanent partner for her husband in her fantasies. He is gorgeous, charming and oh so very eager to please. That first week, it was a miracle she ever left the house. Her daydreams were vividly populated by scenarios of Peter with Neal - he’s fucking the boy in every private and not so private place between the house and the office. He drags Neal into a gas station men’s room and jerks off all over his face or he shoves Neal under his desk in that fishbowl of an office and makes him suck his cock.

By the weekend, she’s gone through a dozen sets of batteries on her vibrator, business is piling up and both Yvonne and Bethany are asking her if she’s got a urinary track infection, given how making times she’s had to excuse herself and go to the bathroom.

The night of their anniversary, Peter blindfolds her with one of his ties and takes her for a ride. This is, in and of itself, a delicious fantasy. They climb several sets of stairs and eventually she finds herself outside -- on a terrace overlooking Manhattan, decorated like something out of a 1950’s magazine’s concept of an island theme party. The idea is fun, and she appreciates Peter’s inventiveness, and she is certainly looking forward to the trip to Belize -- but the best gift of all is when they walk back through the apartment, Peter tells her that this is where Neal’s living.

She can see her husband sodomizing his consultant over the dining table, and she can’t wait to get home.