Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Mardi Gras

Gabriel had a lot of fun with the advent calendar and Samantha too, so she often hid small instructions that he tried to do as effectively as possible. This morning he found something in the bathroom.

"What?"

Frowning, he picked up an envelope and his wife's underwear from the sink. He opened the letter and read:

Mardi Gras ... the fifth season is coming to an end, but you won't get away that easily ...

Instead, you'll put on the underwear of the opposite sex for this day. That means for you, panties and bra under the clothes. You'll take a photo of yourself in three different places with times, which you'll send to me. You'll spend the rest of the evening in this underwear and cook for me.

Reward: You don't have to buy extra chic underwear; I'll give you mine.

Punishment: There are ten blows on your butt and an extra day in this underwear for every missing image.

"Little Gabriel doesn't fit in there!"

Skeptically, he picked up her underpants and turned them in all directions.

Samantha wiped the toothpaste off her face from the sink, took off her t-shirt, and noted to have nothing in her mouth when her husband was talking.

"Come on, we're late, and then I wanna see you in there!"

Sam turned on the water and shooed him under the shower with a pat on the butt.

"Ouch, that's only nine strokes left," he murmured, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Don't sass your wife. I can change the rule at any time."

A little later, he tugged and tore at the underwear as he brushed his teeth because comfortable was something else.

"Handle it carefully; I still have to wear it. And now stop whining on. Otherwise, I'll stuff them." With these words, she pointed to the unfilled bra.

"I hope none of my colleagues wanna nibble on me," he chuckled as the door closed, and both headed for the set. Gabe wiggled his butt, tugged on his pants, and grunted as the fabric repeatedly disappeared in his crack.

"Now you know how we women always feel to please the men."

During the morning, she got the first picture. Well, one didn't see everything, but it was okay. Gabe was in the dressing room and stretched as far as possible to take a full-body shot.

After lunch, Samantha got the second picture, and someone photographed him because he made a provocative pose.

'Who's with you?'

'I dragged somebody off'

Sam didn't doubt that her husband wouldn't fulfill this task. There wasn't much that embarrassed him, and she admired that.

'Here is the third picture'

Samantha's phone beeped just before closing time, and she looked at the photo with a smile.

A second came just after, where he was seen with Misha –– a selfie where his face disappeared between Gabriel's nonexistent bosom.

'Remembering that the stuff usually on your skin is between my legs doesn't make it easy. Admit it ... that's the sense and purpose

I hafta do this. I can barely control myself, and with your permission, I fall straight over Mish'

'Permission denied. The second part of your task isn't fulfilled yet. You'll have cooked for me when I come home in an hour'

'Yes, my love' came back with a few emoji hearts.

With a sigh, she watched her husband standing at the stove in her underwear –– horny as a bitch in heat.

"You know what? Please take off my pants, you widen them, and then they won't fit me anymore."

"Nope, I've gotten used to it," he grinned cheerfully, stirring in the sauce, wiggling suggestively with his butt.

"I can also put an ice cube in your pants," his wife smirked.

A quick, startled look, and he'd taken off the wicked piece of cloth in no time, turned off the stove, and wanted to go upstairs to the bedroom.

"Hey, did I say anything about putting on clothes?!" His wife shouted after him, and he turned back straight.

"I've done my job, but you wear too much; we're gonna dine naked today," he smirked, pulling off her sweater before moving on.

"Will we do that?" She asked in surprise between two kisses.

"That exactly is what we'll do," he growled confidently, leaving a wet trail on her breasts.

** In the next chapter ...

A convention is going differently than planned