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Part 10
“You’ve been pretty quiet this afternoon. Hope I didn’t tire you out?”
Stephen said this with a smile as if he was laughing at his own joke. They were being driven in a car to a nice restaurant in the local downtown. Tammy wearing the dress that she had initially worn out of the house in what seemed to be years ago. She had been quiet, looking out of the window as they drove down the road. She was alone in our thoughts, wondering about everything she had done and what the evening held before her. The end seemed tantalizingly close and yet she felt the hours would slowly crawl by.
“Just thinking.”
“I hope I’ve given you plenty to think about. I think I’ve held up my part of the agreement. I think you have enjoyed today very much as I said you would.”
“Your part of the agreement was blackmail and coercion, Stephen.
“You say that so harshly still. You’re here and your husband‘s going to be very much rewarded.”
“And if I wasn’t here he would be arrested in the next few days from those documents that you had put together. It went from one night or he would’ve been fired to a weekend or he gets arrested. Not much of a choice there, and pretty much textbook coercion and blackmail.”
“I’ll admit that it took a little extra push to get you here this weekend, but come on. What I did to you this afternoon, you’ve never felt that before. Wasn’t that worth a little coercion?” Stephen smiled as he said this. He was so fearless to discuss the quiet parts out loud.
Tammy looked at him and regarded him for a moment. “Stephen, even women who have been assaulted felt orgasms that they regret feeling much later on. I can’t see this being any different.”
“Oh come on. Please don’t suggest that you were sexually assaulted or anything besides that. You came here willingly.”
“Under threat of duress,” she said.
“…or whatever, and I promised I would be good and give you a lot of pleasure. I’ve done that. And I think after tonight, you would be hard pressed to say it wasn’t the most amazing night of your life.”
What the hell did he mean by that? She wondered.
“Amazing or not, it is what it is. And what you did to get me here is what it is. I promised to be a participant and that’s what I’ve done. I can’t say I’ll have a marriage when I get back, but I’ve done it. Does your friend know what you do?”
Tami was referring to Michael, the friend who they were meeting for dinner. He and his girlfriend were in town as well and she had heard him speaking to Michael while she was getting ready. In a way, she was glad that it wouldn’t be just them. But she did not trust him and was worried where this might lead.
“Mike is a great guy, and he has chased his share of girls around the world.”
“But does he know you coerce them? Or have both of you done this?”
“Mike is a trooper, he never says anything and it never gets brought up, but I know he’s fine with it. Great guy. Made a lot of money together.”
“What about his girlfriend? Does she know what kind of guy he is? How you are?”
“Becca is a special kind of woman, very open and fun. I think you’ll like her a lot actually.”
Tami went quiet and looked at the road again. He was evading, but what did it matter? Here she was, and there was Jon.
Jon. He had been with Ellen, was probably still with her. She felt pangs of jealousy that she shouldn’t feel. It was one thing to bang a deceitful man, but she had risked a lot by letting Jon be with someone so close to them. She trusted Ellen, she knew her. This wouldn’t be easy, but it was easier than thinking of him with some random chick that could rock his world and leave her for them.
Leaving. That stuck in her head. They had said that against anything they would stay together. But how could they? Would he ever trust her again? Would he love her the same?
An answer came back to her quickly. No. He’ll trust you, but he’ll never love you like he did before. How could he? What she hadn’t thought through completely was Jon going to work everyday, walking into his office that his wife paid for on her back. His boss leering at him with that shit eating grin. I took your wife. I made her squirt. Have you? Must have been something she wasn’t getting at home. Anyway, get those reports done, I’m heading out early. Who knows who I might be meeting? And grinning like the asshole he was. Day after day Jon would be walking into that, while Tami would maybe only ever see him again at a party or event. She was here for three days. He would be there for years.
What have I done? She thought. She had a plan to make this somewhat alright afterwards, that this would never happen again, but would it work? She didn’t know. She could only trust in blind faith.
Still, there was something else that tugged at the edges of her mind, at the fringe of her soul. She couldn’t face it head on and kept trying to ignore it, but it would pop up every now and then. It shamed her, but it made her warm and flushed.
There were things that she had…enjoyed. There. She admitted it. If she had to be here, if this all had to go down, she had enjoyed some of it.
Stephen was a different lover than Jon. And yes, she would never choose Stephen over Jon any day of the week ever. But, if she was honest, she had lost control at times. And being fucked for more than two hours? Lusted over, desired like that? It gets into your mind. It showed how bad he wanted her, that he was willing to do illegal and immoral things to have her. That little unspeakable part was also a turn on, much as she hated it. It appealed to her base ego and fulfilled something that she didn’t know existed, or at least hadn’t felt since college, before she met Jon. This man wanted her, and did everything he could to have her. And Jon, he let her.
Wait, whoa, no, he did not let you, she reminded herself. Don’t you dare think that. What would you rather see? Stephen’s dick inside you or Rocco’s dick inside Jon? Because that was where this was headed. Jon arrested and in prison going to Pound Town.
He didn’t know that part. I didn’t tell him. So he let me go when Stephen wanted me to come.
Uh uh, no way. You told him you would do it to save his job, which was threatened. He was going to not let you go, but you told him to trust you. Forced him to believe in you. He didn’t let you go, he trusted you. He believed in you.
And look where that got me.
She knew it was her decision and blaming Jon was no more than passing thoughts, but the other thoughts still lay there. She had tried to use her Party Girl image as a defense mechanism, but she had accidentally tapped into some other emotional pieces of her personality that made her respond a little differently than she figured. Back and forth she went in her thoughts as they drove on.
One last night, then maybe another fuck and maybe a BJ tomorrow and then home, whatever happens in the hotel, and then done. Packed away, got your rocks off, no midlife crisis later and the kids get a college fund. For the rest of her life she makes it up to Jon, every day, twice on Saturday. Just….
Please don’t leave me, Jon. Please.
The car drove into the night and approached the restaurant, it’s lights blazing by the road and blinding her eyes for a moment. Tami became aware of Stephen’s hand on her thigh and wondered how long it had been there. It was very high up her leg and the edge of the dress was almost up to her panties. She looked at the dress and saw some faint stains. With horror, she realized that they were from the first car ride when she left home. Badges of shame. Hey guys, check out where Stephen came! Too late now, add it to the list, she thought.
They got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. Michael and Becca were in the lobby waiting. Michael was just under 6 foot, broad shoulders, and handsome. She had to give them that. Becca was about Tami’s height, and had much of the same build. Her hair was done up into curls that Tami absolutely loved. Perhaps they would get along.
If Tami had been worried about feeling pleasure being with Stephen sexually, she was even more worried about the dinner simply from the fact that it was so much fun. Michael and Becca were very personable and they talked up a storm. Stephen never introduced Tami as anything, they all knew she wasn’t Stephen’s wife. But they treated her as a real person and like they were any other couple. She tried to be standoffish but the conversation and moment reeled her in. The wine may have helped loosen her up and she had a few glasses. But it was a while before she realized that she was treating Stephen like a companion and not her captor. She sat up again and slightly shrugged off Stephen’s arm which had moved over her shoulder at some point.
It also didn’t hurt that Michael was a delight to talk with and only got more attractive as the night wore on, either from his personality or more wine, or both. She laughed at his jokes and enjoyed his gaze. Several times she felt him staring a little longer than normal. Was there something there? Maybe, it was fun, but she doubted Stephen would not appreciate that. A stray thought formed in her head, why couldn’t Michael have been the one to proposition her.
Holy shit. Did he really just think that? She began to panic and the smile left her face. I have had way too much wine, what the fuck Tami?
“You OK, Tami?” Becca asked. “You look like you swallowed something wrong.”
“No, I’m fine, just had a sudden thought. I think I left the iron on at the house.” It was lame joke to cover her panic.
Tami forced a smile back on her face and the mood picked up again. It lasted until she looked at Michael again and then she felt the panic rise. Dinner was over and they were only lounging so she hoped they could get away soon, to whatever Stephen planned for her tonight.
“You know, I just need a breath of fresh air for a second. I think the heat in this room is just a bit much.”
Tami stood to leave and Stephen stood with her. “I’ll go with you while Michael pays the check.”
“Oh smooth move, you dine and dashers!” He was joking as he already had his card out for the waiter.
“We’ll just be a minute, we’ll see you guys at the house soon, sound good?”
“Sounds perfect. See you then.”
As they went to the long boardwalk by the restaurant, Tami asked Stephen, “Meet at the house? Are they coming over?”
“Yeah, for some nightcaps and casual conversation. They’re a great couple and the night is still young.”
The air was soothing as they approached the end. There were no lights along the boardwalk and they were in darkness very quickly. No one else was out.
“It’s no big deal, they are fun, just wasn’t expecting company.”
“You don’t mind do you? I mean, not with the way Michael was looking at you.”
“What do you mean? He wasn’t looking at me in any way.” Tami said, clearly knowing how Michael had looked at her.
Stephen guided Tami to the wooden railing along the boardwalk. He stood behind her and pressed his body against her.
“Oh stop, you saw it and I saw you both. It’s no biggie. He’s almost as big a horn dog as me, and we have spent some time on the road together. He likes you.”
Tami was flustered. She was annoyed at Stephen for pointing it out, but also secretly excited that Michael did like her that way.
“Didn’t you feel yourself get a little wet when he looked long and hard at you?”
“Stephen, please stop, no I didn’t.”
Stephen slipped his hands along her dress and suddenly one hand lifted the edge and slipped between her legs from behind. She was caught off guard as she was thinking about Michael and she gasped.
“Stephen! Anyone could come out and walk down here!”
“And?” His hand began rubbing her pussy through her very damp panties.
“Yeah, you did like him looking at you. Wow, very nice. Were you imagining his big cock in your mouth?”
“Stop, Stephen. That’s not funny.” She had imagined it, quickly, over dinner. She imagined it filling her mouth and she wondered if she would be able to swallow all of him.
“Wasn’t being funny. You did, I know you did. And did you imagine him grabbing your head and sliding in and out?”
“Uhhhh…” was all she could say as he rubbed her harder, eliciting a moan.
“Tell me Tami, tell me you were thinking of him.”
Tami was silent but Stephen kept at her. Her earlier defenses had been much stronger. She had no will right now to keep them up. He was rubbing her too good and Michael was on her mind.
“No, I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“Come on, you can tell me.”
Stephen was hard, she could feel his cock pressed against her. Her head swam slightly from the mixture of his rubbing her, the cool breeze, and the wine. It excited her at some level, to be teased by him, by talking about Michael this way.
“I was only thinking he was a really nice man and Becca was lucky to be with him.”
“Mmmm. You are a bad girl. Did you imagine him turning you around and getting you on all fours?”
Yes, she had.
“No, of course not.”
Stephen’s hips were rubbing against her, his hardness all too strong.
“Do you want him to pound you? Want him to fuck you hard? Make you his slut?”
“I…didn’t…yes…I mean NO.” She was very close to an orgasm now under Stephen’s touch. She could feel how wet she was as juices trickled down the inside of her thighs. She was hot and ready and would do anything he wanted right now. Or whatever Michael wanted.
“Well, Tami, if you play your cards right tonight, I might consider sharing you. I might let him take you for a spin, let him fuck you hard. Do you want that Tami? Do you want him?”
He rubbed her faster and there was no stopping it now. She was moving her hips against his hand herself and let herself go.
“I…God…oh fuck…fuck…Oh god, oh….goooddd…..” and she came on Stephen’s hand.
She slowly regrouped and pushed her dress down as Stephen moved to the side.
“That was nice. Guess we better not keep our guests waiting.”
He took her hand and walked her back down the boardwalk. Tami was almost stumbling and barely there. Her mind was awash in many different thoughts.
“Can I just use the bathroom for a minute? I’ll be right out.”
She walked into a stall and got her phone out. She paused, waiting to find the right words. It was a sink or swim moment. If she didn’t send the message her guilt would kill her marriage. If she sent the message there was a chance she could save it, but their lives would be even more fucked up than ever before. But…there was a chance. She loved Jon, still, in fact even more than she had before. She knew more than ever she wanted him for the rest of her life, but tonight she needed something, and she couldn’t take it and deny it to him.
She cried a little as she wrote it out and paused before she hit send. She choked back tears and composed herself, wiping her eyes. She stood and straightened her dress and walked out to the car where Stephen was waiting.
Continues in Part 11
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