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"Hey Nat, I'll be working overtime today, don't wait for me, okay?" My voice rang through the phone as I struggled to hold it up on my shoulder. Working a 9 to 5 is tough, especially with a demanding boss.
"Don't worry dear, take your time." Natasha spoke, her voice slightly strained, as if out of breath. Before I could reply, she hang up, not even a goodbye.
Something was clearly wrong on with Natasha, she'd become distant, cold, and her usual caring demeanor had faded away. My mind was foggy each night, filled with dreadful thoughts of what could be happening behind my back. She wouldn't cheat, right? No, of course not. Maybe she was having some troubles with her work, nothing new. Although, Natasha was usually very open to me about her struggles, how mysterious.
"Fuck, Ellie... Slow down, will you?" Natasha's voice echoed through the large bedroom, filled with lust and submission. She let out a series of gasps and whines, followed by a loud moan.
"You know find it hard to control myself when I'm with you. Those beautiful noises, all for me..." The dominant blonde boomed, slapping Natasha's backside with great force. So hard, that it even made a glowing red mark in the shape of her palm.
Natasha had her back against a set of fuzzy pillows, the other woman pounding into her like her life depended on it. She was rough, passionate, and extremely dominant. Her name was Ellie Smith, the saviour of the United Kingdom. The ruler of the tower of London, and none other than Captain Britain herself. A British woman with a warm, yet dominant heart. Not even Natasha Romanoff could tame such a beast, leaving her at the mercy of the brit.
"E-Ellie... You feel so good!!" She groaned, shamelessly. When Natasha was with her secret lover, she could forget all about her boring, non kinky wife, y/n. It was beautiful, like a dream, she had two women all for herself. To make matters even better, Ellie was y/n's childhood best friend, the two were simply inseparable. This made Natasha wonder whether she could get a threesome out of them.
The blonde quickly yanked her 12in Union Jack strap out of Nat, who gasped at the loss of friction. The two women sat there for a moment, gasping for air, strong feelings lingering in the mist. Ellie quickly got up, rummaging through a bedside drawer and pulling out a... Collar? Which also had the Union Jack on it, typical. This made Natasha bite her lip, feelings of curiosity mixed with fear shooting through her energised body. The leather lead dangled from her lovers hands, like a snake stalking its prey.
"I told you I had a special surprise for my good girl... Now, are you ready?" Ellie said, gripping the collar tighter with her British strength. She smirked, blue eyes fixated on Natasha's throat, which looked absolutely delectable. Straddling her helpless partner, strong hands reached down, pulling the collar over Nat's head, and tightening it around her throat.
"Fuck, Ellie, you're so kinky... Better than y/n." Natasha groaned carelessly, which caused the British woman to pause, looking down at her with a crude gaze. "I told you not to talk about my y/n like that." She replied, yanking the leash and pulling her lover closer, their faces inches apart. They sat there for a moment, strong eyes fixated on hesitant ones. Natasha leaned in, trying to sneak a quick kiss from Ellie, which was simply futile. The ruler of the tower of London was pissed. The days of crumpets, rainbows and tea were over.
"You may be cheating on y/n, but that doesn't mean you can talk shit about her! Got it? She's my best friend." Ellie growled, pushing Natasha back with strong, ruthless force, which drew a smirk out of the woman. Strong fingers reached out, pressing against Natasha's pulsating clit, unmoving. The skillful hand then went down, two fingers shooting into her wet, sloppy pussy, right up to the knuckles. Ellie pumped her fingers in and out with ridiculous speed, wet noises echoing around the room as the juices leaked onto the velvet sheets. Natasha whined, hands reaching down to grip the sheets, legs wrapping around the Brit's muscular, bare body. It was a symphony of moans, huffs and whimpers, Ellie's ruthless fingers obliterating Natasha's insides.
"You horny bitch." Ellie yanked her fingers out, pulling Natasha up and turning her over, the woman now on her hands and knees. Her face reached down to Natasha's gaping fanny, tongue trailing across the wet heat. Yanking the leash, Ellie bit the right lip, drawing a loud gasp out of her partner. In response, Natasha kicked at her, unfortunately, the strong brit grabbed her bare foot. She licked the big toe, then the base of her foot, followed by a small bite of her calloused pinky. This caused Natasha to giggle and moan helplessly, trying to take her foot back from the strong UK grasp. Ellie traced her tongue around all the foot wrinkles, the foot skin being unexpectedly scrumptious, which caused her to almost have an orgasm.
"Ah, Ellie! Please, I'm going to cum!" Natasha whimpered, wiggling her toes in Ellie's mouth. Who then sped up her licks, hand pumping into Natasha's pussy again and again. It was the best foot-pussy action she'd ever gotten, it was hot. The British saviour had a sudden epiphany, reaching down with her foot to massage Natasha's perky boobs. This brought the submissive woman over the edge, her juices squirting all over Ellie and her feet.
Y/n's POV
"Where the fuck is she!?" I paced around our room, starting to become more and more concerned about Natasha's whereabouts. It was already two in the morning, and she was nowhere to be found.
Desperately, I sat down on our bed, picking up Natasha's pillow. I sniffed and sniffed, taking in her divine, godly scent. She was my wife, my love, my everything. I sniffed it again, opening ny nostrils up and rubbing my face all over the pillow. Mind racing, memories and images of Natasha started running through it. Our wedding, our honeymoon, the sexy 5th anniversary, I needed her.
Suddenly, the door shot open, and a sweating, tired Natasha walked in, gasping for air. "y/n! I'm so sorry I'm late, I got into some trouble and-"
"It's okay, Nat, don't worry about it." I cut her off, getting up to give my beautiful wife a hug, tears still in my eyes. Pulling away, my gaze lingered, taking in her features. Nat's eyes were glossy, tired, her face sweaty and flushed. She must've ran to get here, wanting to see me.
"Baby... My heart aches. We need to touch fannies." Natasha spoke, with a mysterious Manchester accent... What?
"F-Fannies? What is a fanny?" I questioned, confused by this weird word. Where did she learn that?
"Fanny is British for pussy, my love... I need your fanny so bad, as soon as possible xx." My dear wife spoke again, this time, adding some weird letters at the end. What is wrong with her? Did she suffer from a fall? Is she British??? A bajillion questions swarmed through my head, causing it to practically explode with British power. Fanny? Fanny!? Who taught her these words??
"Y/n, what's wrong? Are you not in the mood today?" Natasha questioned, looking down at me with a worried look. She stepped back slightly, eyebrows furrowed while she examined my petrified face. I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't. My wife was now British? Maybe she's... No, of course not!
"Oh, of course I'm in the mood... I was just shocked to hear your unique vocabulary just then!"
Nat smiled, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. Which I would've enjoyed if it weren't for her mouth tasting like crumpets. I didn't know they had those in America. Wait, are they finally being added here? Better go to Target after this.
"So, uh... Where'd you learn that weird British word? You've got a new friend?" I pressed, wanting to know what in the tarnation was going on here. Natasha was acting real freaky, and not the good kind. Thinking of it, she did come home rather dazed the other night, and the one before. She could barely walk, actually. I just assumed she had done a lot of physical work.
"Oh, don't worry about it, darling! I've just been... Watching a lot of BDramas. You know, like KDramas but British? Ever watched Coronation Street?"