The Business Deal – Part 4 – [MF] [MF] [Seduction][Cheating][Non-consensual consent][Swapping]

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Part 4

There was a knock at the door and Jon opened it to see Ellen standing there in a long coat. He hadn’t been out of the house for three days and had forgotten it had gotten cold. His mind was a mess and he was confused at first but then realized how much time he had missed and what Tami had told him.

“Hey Ellen, Tami said you would be coming by.”

She immediately noticed his red and puffy eyes. There was no way she could imagine the pain he was going through right now. Tami had sounded so distant and unlike herself when she spoke with her earlier. Ellen believed her, that she didn’t have much of a choice, and she knew Tami well enough to believe that she could probably separate the sex from the love she had for Jon. It was still heartbreaking to see how Jon was doing on his end of things. She sighed, it sucked, but there it was. His spirit would always be crushed and she worried what kind of man he would become when this was all over.

When Tami asked her to come over she was almost beside herself. But, Tami explained it very rationally and expertly. By the end, even Ellen couldn’t disagree with her logic, even if emotionally it was batshit insane. There was no way Jon would go through with it Ellen said, but Tami assured her that she could make him understand. That’s when Tami’s voice had cracked, when the stress and enormity made itself clear.

Ellen knew that she was asking for something as hard as what she was doing, and Ellen couldn’t let her go through that alone. She knew when she got off the phone, Tami would get up, walk back to Stephen and fuck him for another two days. She couldn’t picture what that walk would feel like. But she wouldn’t let her friend down. After all, things would never be the same anyway so perhaps this would provide some glimmer at the end.

“Hey, Jon, yeah, she called me. You look like hell.”

“Thanks, can’t imagine why…”

“I know, I get it.”

Jon was such a mess that he just stood there staring at her. She finally asked, “Umm, you mind if I come in. It’s a little chilly out even with a jacket.”

“Of course, sorry, come on in.” Jon said tiredly. It was still mid evening and Tami was two hours ahead of them. While she was heading to sleep (which Jon did not know, he could only imagine that within minutes after hanging up she was probably on her back already….or worse), Jon had been sitting in an empty room with the TV playing mindless gibberish.

“Oh, Jon,” she replied and immediately gave him a huge hug and held him tight. He hugged back limply at first, lifelessly, but then he held her tighter and she felt his body shake a couple of times with a deep sob. She rubbed his back while he held her and then after several minutes she parted and looked at him.

“Tami told me everything and I can’t imagine what you are feeling. It is a terrible situation, unfucking believable really.”

“Yeah…I still can’t even process it. It’s like a waking nightmare that I can’t get away from.”

They moved to the living room and sat down across a corner from each other so their knees slightly touched.

“She said it would be just sex, let him do his business and then she would leave. No different or meaningful that some dumb frat boy pawing at her in college whose name she forgot minutes later. That nothing would come close to what we have.” His voice was dull and he almost mumbled his words. Jon couldn’t even bother to put enough emotion into the words to try and pretend like he had believed her. He moved his hand to his chin and rubbed it slowly.

“But that’s bullshit. I mean, what the hell is ‘just sex’? Like, yeah, he put his dick in me but I didn’t really like him so it was just sex and nothing more. Except for the whole fact about his dick being in your pussy and you orgasming, but yeah ‘just sex.’ What the fuck?”

Jon paused while Ellen sat there. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him in this state.

“And I’ve heard the rumors. That he’s actually pretty good from what I’ve picked up, and I know her. She’ll enjoy some part of it, she’ll never forget it or his name. And there I will be looking at him everyday, wondering when he dangles more money, or firing me, for another night with her. And another and another,” his voice was rising as he said that word, angry and bitter.

“I know, Jon. It’s terrible and awful. I’m so sorry.”

“And then what was one night is now a weekend, a whole fucking weekend…hah!” he laughed at his own pun. “A fucking weekend! That’s what it is! A weekend for fucking! A fucking weekend!” He laughed more and louder, but it was with rage and anger.

Ellen put her hand on his and looked at him with caring and watering eyes.

“Jon, I know this is brutal, but Tami called me and asked me to come over for you. To be with you this weekend.”

“I know,” Jon said. “She said you would be by, and that I was to do whatever you wanted or something and that I couldn’t question it. Whatever that means. I assume you’re meant to distract me or something and make sure I don’t do something stupid to myself.”

“Sort of Jon. It’s a little more than that.”

“Then what? Board games? Netflix and binge something?” He was smiling sarcastically.

“No, Jon. I meant what I said, actually, literally. She asked me to come over here. For you. To be with you. All weekend.”

Jon was confused at first and was having trouble sorting things out. Ellen’s hand on his moved in a way that he finally began to understand. All at once he began his mind split into a dozen different ways.

“Wait…what? Are you crazy? There is no way…no…no way!” Jon jumped up and took two steps back from Ellen. His brow had furrowed deeply and his face grew red with anger. “My wife is off banging my boss all weekend and her solution was to have you come over and give me a pity fuck? Like it would make it even or something? Poor Jon, sitting at home being a bitch, let’s give him a little something so when I get home I don’t have to feel as guilty with my sore pussy and everything?” He was shouting by this point.

Ellen was cool and just looked at him. “I would like to think I am more than a little something or a pity fuck.”

Jon stopped and looked at Ellen, slowly realizing that in his anger he had made her look bad.

“Oh shit, Ellen, I’m sorry, that wasn’t about you. It had nothing to do with what I think of you. This is just crazy and I have no idea how she thought it would be a good idea.”

“Actually, I agree with you. But here’s the thing. You’re a guy, and this kind of thing is hard for you to understand. Women get it though, we’re always being categorized or limited due to how we look or act or talk or something. This is surprising to you. To her, to me, to women, this happens. A lot more than you think. We don’t like it, well most of us don’t. But it happens. Not quite like this but it happens. Sexual harassment wasn’t invented for Tami and you.”

Ellen stood and walked to him.

“I’m good looking and I don’t say that in a conceited way. I just know that I get hit on a lot, and I am having to fend myself every day against people who only interact with me because they like my boobs or think they have a chance to fuck me. Professionally, I don’t know who is helping me because that’s what co-workers do, or who wants to get up nice and close and then cop a feel and think they’re entitled to something more. And if I say no, I’m the cold bitch, or no fun, or whatever it is they say to put me in my place. Sometimes we can avoid that, and then sometimes we can’t.”

Ellen took a deep breath and continued. “Tami couldn’t. At least she thought she couldn’t. She knows, I know, how sex works as a weapon and as a tactic. She thinks that she has to do this, and it was the hardest decision she has ever made in her life, made because of her love for you which is unbreakable and you had better believe that or I will rip your balls off right now. Do you believe me? That no matter how hard you got it right now, how much worse it really is for her?”

Jon was silent. He did understand if not fully know what it felt like, but he couldn’t imagine being in that situation. He was a guy after all. He lowered his head and slowly nodded.

Ellen cupped his face and raised it to look at her. “So after making one really hard decision, she made another one which on the surface looked hard, but was only hard for you and for me. She’s already knee deep and desperation creates odd solutions. What she asked was not for pity, but for love.”

She then took his hand in both of hers.

“She loves you so much and trusted me just as much, that she asked me to be there for you in any way I could to help you, support you, make you forget the pain for a while. And I love her so much too. To say we are sisters is not even close to how I feel. I hated most of her boyfriends because of how they were and how they took her away from me. But you, I saw how happy you made her and how welcome you made me, that you wanted me to be a part of this family. No other guy she was with really ever understood and while they were nice to me, they would have liked for me to go away so they could have more time with her. Not you. So for that, thank you. Truly, thank you.”

Jon was calming down and somewhere deep something was changing. He had only thought of himself through this. He never truly considered what it would be like to be forced to leave someone, perform acts that they didn’t want to, and then still think enough of the other person to try and do something like this to help them. He loved Tami, and he knew she loved him, and that as awful as this was, they could get through it, even without spending the weekend with Ellen.

“So,” Ellen continued, “here I am, doing what Tami asked, and here you are, you agreed to do what she asked, and that was to listen to me. And what I am saying is that I am going to be here with you this weekend and I am going to take care of you in every way, and then Sunday evening we will put this behind us. Until then, it is you and me and that is all the space you should have in your head. Ok?”

Jon stared into her eyes for a minute, searching her eyes for something he could trust and believe. Ellen regarded him evenly and Jon could see her earnestness and affection and love. She had always been close to both of them and he had grown to think of her as family in many ways. He trusted her. So, he nodded.

“Good. I’m glad we are good on that. It would disappoint me if I had to tie you down against your will. When I tie you down I very much want you to let me do it willingly.” She smiled and Jon smiled for the first time. Her heart broke at that smile, but they had turned the corner. Like Tami, Ellen unpacked another person and this one was about pleasing a man, and Jon would not stand a chance.

“So…what do we do now?” Jon asked awkwardly.

“So now we change, first in our heads. I become a lovely young woman that you can’t keep your hands off, you become a handsome man that I can’t wait to have please me.”

“That’s going to be a little hard, but I guess I can try.”

“Well, a little more enthusiasm would be nice, first. But I get it, I know. Give me a couple of minutes and then we’ll see how hard it will be.”

She walked down the hall and went to the master bedroom. Jon was a little dazed, especially at the switch to the flirty banter. He was trying. Trying very hard to get on the same page. Ellen was beautiful for sure. She never escaped his notice, but he was always polite and never ever even hinted anything at her. He remembered all the times he had fantasized about her, though, like when she came over to swim in the summer and she wore those bikinis. Tami even laughed at him one day and he didn’t know why. She said she loved him so much and he was confused.

“You never looked at her as a piece of ass. I never caught you staring or ogling or anything. Not once. How the hell could you do that? Ellen is gorgeous.”

“Oh, well, she’s your friend and I don’t think of her that way.”

“Uh huh, well Mr. Most Perfect Man Ever, I appreciate it. But don’t worry if you ever give a good look. She likes to be appreciated. So give her a little look every now and again. Just come running back to me for the good stuff.” She laughed and had squeezed his cock through his shorts and then ran to the bedroom and they made love twice later that day.

Ellen called out, “Ok, come on in.”

Jon stared down the hall, not unlike the way Tami had stared at the sidewalk outside the house when the limo arrived for her. The path led to something new, something different and they had no idea what was at the end of the path. It was different for each of them, but life was changing nonetheless.

He walked down the hall and opened the door. There were some candles lit around the room. The TV was on with music playing and some odd imagery of ancient India or something. The bed had been stripped of the comforter and top sheet. Ellen stood there, still in her coat for some reason.

“Wow, you didn’t waste much time.”

“No time to waste.”

“Yeah… so…” and Jon trailed off. He wasn’t quite sure how to start this.

“So how about I start,” Ellen said.

She began to untie the buckle sash around her coat. With that, she opened the coat and let it fall to the floor. Jon’s jaw followed the coat to the floor. Ellen was wearing an exquisite lingerie set. Black bustier and lacy panties with stockings and garters. He hadn’t noticed she was wearing them when she arrived. She was stunning and he began to stir.

Ellen walked to him and stood in front of him. “Hi, I’m Ellen, and I am all yours.” And she kissed him. Her lips were firmer than Tami’s but still delightful. His hands automatically encircled her back and he felt the strength and smoothness there. Tami was the same, especially since they worked out together and did the same routine. Her hands began to move and undress him. Soon he was only in his boxer briefs and at full attention, straining to come out.

“Be with me tonight, Jon. No comparisons, I can see it in your eyes. Just be with me. I’ll take care of you.” Her hand caressed his cock through his briefs. “I’ll make you feel good, and you will not want for anything. Whatever you want, Jon, you can have. It’s all here for you.”

Her hands pulled back the waistband and reached in to touch him for the first time. Her hand was warm against his skin and he inhaled sharply.

“Nothing is bad or off limits. Treat me like a woman. Like a woman you lust for and you need to have. So have me. Take me. Because I will be taking you for myself.”

And with that she pulled the briefs down as she herself went to her knees in front of him. She continued to stare into his eyes as her hand grasped him at the bottom of his shaft. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth wide, lowered his cock, and then engulfed the head with her lips closing about it in one smooth move.

There, it was done. The biggest hurdle for both of them whether they could do this had been cleared. She savored him in her mouth and thought of her love for Tami, that she would do right by her and Jon. He leaned his head back and knew he was now in the same position as Tami. Strangely, he felt joined to her. While far apart, they were now close again, as if he could reach across time and space and hold her hand as they both did what they had to do. He would do this, he had to, for Tami, who had given up so much for them. He had to. So he surrendered and let her head push back and forth over him. Edging him onward into the night.

Continues in Part 5

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