Josh's cock responded to her words by pulsing to a new and excruciating hardness. Her eyes were singeing the air between them.
Xavier gave her a playful slap on the ass. His cock slid from inside of her, only slightly deflated by his orgasm. Josh stared at the massive gape left by his intrusion. As though she sensed where his eyes had gone, and the depraved pleasure it gave him, Rachel twisted her ass a little in Josh's direction, so that when her hole began to throb closed and expel the creamy cum Xavier had pumped into her, Josh had an excellent, unobstructed view.
What unfolded next between his wife and Xavier was a bit of a blur for Josh. She trotted to the bathroom, and he stood up, scooped up his clothes, and put them on.
Josh sat, staring into the empty bedroom, as Xavier sat down on his bed – Josh's bed – and flipped through a magazine on his back.
Rachel came from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and Josh watched, paralyzed, as she walked right toward the closet.
His heart stopped in his chest. He lifted the back of the chair and scooted himself backward into the depths of the walk-in. A small walk-in, and not really walkable: clothes crowded around him and blocked out the doorway from his field of vision.
Rachel turned on the light and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
What the fuck was she doing? Josh had the thought, and he felt the terror of getting caught, but only for the briefest moment. Rachel giggled, and opened up her towel. She let it drop to the floor. Through the hanging clothing, Josh could see snippets of her body: her navel. Her shaved pussy between her small thighs. A sliver of her caramel-colored areola, but not the nipple. He reached his hands out and pulled her by the hips.
Willingly, she sat down on his lap. “Did you like it?” she whispered, but as she asked the question, her hands found his cock, which was still freed from his boxers. He almost yelled as she closed her hand around it. “I guess you did,” she whispered.
She began to stroke his shaft. His glans was wet with precum, and as she stroked him, it lubricated his cock for her quick jerks.
“What did you like best?” she whispered.
Josh just breathed out, and then in, because it was all he could do. He wanted to say, “Rachel,” and warn her of how dangerous this was, how close they were to getting caught. He wanted to explain to her that he was going to come so hard he would have no choice but to scream. But he couldn't say any of this, he knew, without letting out a terrible sound when he tried to speak. So he gave himself over, instead, to the sensation of her hand on his cock.
His fingers found their way to her bare snatch, and he slid them inside of her. In spite of her shower, she was still slippery with the juices of her cunt. He pushed inside of her, and the sensation of her body, that had been so recently opened up for another man, sent him over the edge.
Rachel seemed to sense that he was going to explode. Maybe it had been her plan all along. She grabbed the sleeves of the shirts swaying on either side of him, and crammed them into his mouth with one hand. But her other hand kept pumping his shaft, until he felt his cum shooting out of him. Some of it landed on his legs, but his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was submerging the scream he wanted to let out. The pain of holding back from this was excruciating.
He felt dizzy.
Suddenly, Rachel let go of him, and she moved around in the closet, yelled “Ouch,” and was gone.
Josh collapsed on his own lap, his legs apart, and tried to calm himself. He felt like he might be having a heart attack, the orgasm had been so intense and the pain of stifling it had been almost horrific.
It wasn't until Xavier and Rachel had chatted, and she had presumably gotten dressed, that Josh realized she had covered up her closet antics beautifully, by telling Xavier she had stubbed her toe on something.
He didn't recover, though, until they were already gone.
After he took a shower for a long enough time to get hard again and jerk off again, he had plenty of time to lie on the bed thinking about what he had seen. About the way that Xavier had transformed almost instantly into a friendly colleague, his testosterone purged, his dominance unneeded. Josh had time to think about the sound of his wife's voice, the moaning and the gasping, and the look on her face as she was taken so completely by Xavier.
The whole thing was hot as fuck, of this there was little doubt. When he had come in the closet, it had been, without a doubt, the most mind-blowing orgasm – experience, even – of his life.
But the nagging feeling that had begun when Rachel first slept with Xavier was turning itself up to “high.” High enough that it was competing with Josh's desire to see what he had just seen again and again and again.
The clash of these two forces inside of him was tremendous. He was exhausted.
He fell asleep at six, something he hadn't done for twenty years. And certainly never without a copious amount of alcohol.
Rachel woke him up when she came through the front door: the shudder it sent through the whole house felt like a low-magnitude earthquake. But he was drowsy, not really wanting to get out of his sleep, and his mind was playing tremendous tricks on him about the time. He had the vague feeling it was the early afternoon, and his thoughts were miles away from what had happened before he had dozed off.
So you couldn't say he was feigning sleep, but he wasn't entirely asleep when Rachel came into the room. And he wasn't entirely asleep when she lay down next to him. He was awake enough to feel her bare skin, to recognize she was naked. His body began to jerk to life faster than his mind.
He was definitely, then, feigning being asleep when Rachel slid her hands down his body. Her mouth followed, and her fingers pulled at his boxers as she moved her head down his chest. Her soft hair swished over his skin as her lips went down, down, down.
He was still soft when she took all of him into her mouth. His whole cock, all at once.
He opened his eyes, because now he definitely was awake, but he just looked down at his wife, and savored the sensation of his cock growing hard in her hot, wet mouth. Filling up, pressing against her palate and her teeth, until she had to let him flop free of her mouth so that she could reposition herself.
She began to suck his shaft, in long, leisurely pulls. Finally, she looked up, and grinned when she met his gaze. He was staring down at her, and the expression on his face was almost surely one of shock.
It wasn't until that moment that the events of the afternoon washed over him in a tidal wave of filthy, hot images. Xavier's cock, stretching her open; Xavier's cum, dripping from her ass; the feel of her stretched cunt around his fingers as she stroked his cock in the closet.
His cock pulsed, and Rachel smiled.
She sucked him a little longer, and then she paused, her her lips hovering over the head of his cock while her hand made light strokes up and down his shaft. She smiled at the way he sighed in desperation. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at her.
“So,” she said, breathing the word over the very tip of his dick. “Did you like it?”
Josh made a sound, and it was a garble of three sentences he started all at once (“fuck,” Rachel,” and “yes”). Rachel smiled again, and Josh could see that she was amused by her power over him. Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “I liked it, too,” she said. She sucked at the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, and then released him with a wet pop. “I liked thinking about you watching me take it up the ass for you.” She sucked on him again, and he knew that the briny cream of his precum was filling her mouth. She dug her tongue in after some more after she released his head again.
Josh had gone from soft to screamingly, painfully ready to fuck in just these few moments. He had no patience for her teasing. “Stop teasing,” he breathed.
Rachel climbed up on top of him. Her body was naked, and spectacular in the moonlight: silver and pale. She lowered herself down, over his cock, but she grasped him in her hand and rubbed the tip of him over her clit. Her pussy was wet, and her juices drip
ped down the length of his shaft as she teased and teased, letting only the very tip of him be enclosed by her hot flesh.
Josh lost his patience, and pulled on her hips. She slid onto him almost too easily: her cunt was so wet, and probably so stretched from fucking Xavier, that she plummeted to the base of his cock with no resistance whatsoever. She rocked only once or twice before her body stiffened and her pussy burst with even more hot cum.
Josh gripped her hips and jerked her body up and down over his cock, violently. He watched her breasts bounce and slap against her chest, and then he turned his attention to her bare pussy and the sight of his own cock moving in and out of her. Then he dumped his seed inside of her, pushing his hips up in the air to grind his cock as deep inside of her as he could go.
Rachel collapsed next to him on the bed, and Josh held her to his chest. Her fingers moved over his pecs, fluffing the sparse hair there, while Josh tried to think of something – the right thing – to say. He finally settled on “I love you.” He looked down at Rachel's face, though, and saw that she had already fallen asleep.
Josh stared up at the ceiling, and was surprised to find himself sleepy again. He knew exhaustion was claiming him, as he drifted off to sleep in spite of his troubled thoughts. The two forces inside of him had played such an epic round of tug-of-war that he had nothing left to give. His eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.
T OO INVOLVED
Rachel had a fitful sleep. She fell asleep on Josh's chest, and then she woke up and rolled over to face the wall. Her mind would not turn off from that point on.
Her dreams were ordinary dreams, except that continued to wake her up somehow. Something that was not terrifying would slam through her mind, and she would open her eyes and stare at the wall. Her heart was racing. Adrenaline was coursing through her at that moment. And then she had to try to get back to sleep.
She was going to be a wreck the next day.
What had happened that afternoon in her own bed was what was troubling her: of this she had little doubt.
She had not expected herself to feel the way she did. In fact, going into it, she had felt sure she wouldn't feel much of anything different. She had almost been hoping to feel uncomfortable, so that something would put the brakes on what she now knew to be a completely out-of-control insatiability.
Instead, she had felt like someone had slipped her a drug. While Xavier was filling her up, and slamming his cock into her, while her body had been sliding against the fabric of her sheets, she could not get the idea out of her head that Josh was there, watching.
She had imagined what he was seeing, and she almost harbored jealousy: she wanted to see it too. She looked back toward the hole in the door of the closet, and the idea that she was giving a performance for a man who was behind that door, and that his cock was raging hard watching her, had filled head with a powerful aphrodisiac. She had come hard, almost just from the thought of this, as soon as Xavier had flicked his fingers over her clit. She felt herself gushing out of every hole: even her mouth, where her saliva fell into the sheet as she screamed.
When Xavier had come inside her ass, and she had imagined that Josh was watching that very scene, that he would see her ass gaping and welling up with Xavier's white cream, she had been racked by another light orgasm. She had turned her ass toward the closet door, and felt herself spasming with the delight of imagining what Josh was seeing.
In the dark, with Josh sleeping next to her, she could wonder why that was. Think it was a little bad, or a little weird. Try to talk herself into never doing it again.
Because where would it go from here?
She felt something squirming inside of her. Rachel had never been a person to experience addiction. She had never gotten into drinking too much; she had smoked but it had never exercised any pull over her and she had quit without even thinking about it. She had always been sort of take-it-or-leave it about sex: she enjoyed it but she never felt hooked on it. Never had any kind of craving except an immediate one.
Until now. Now she could feel the fingers of addiction and desperation closing around her heart, digging deep inside of her. She was thinking about this all the time. Thinking about cock, while she delivered the news. Thinking about sucking cock and taking cock up the ass...really vulgar, filthy thoughts she'd never had before. She could feel herself plotting for the next encounter. Taking more and more risks. Like today, when she had filmed her outro with no underwear on. It wasn't that risky, but it also wasn't something she would have imagined herself doing, ever.
There was also this sense that she had, that this bad and she knew it. It was toxic somehow: it had to be. She couldn't keep getting more and more extreme with Xavier, and have Josh watch like she wanted to, without something going wrong. She could sense something was off with Josh, even if his cock was on fire. She could sense something was off with herself: she was thinking about the wrong man, more than she was thinking about her husband.
She was out of control.
And the only problem she had, was that she had no idea what to do to stop herself.
E XECUTION
He wasn't sure, in the end, what prompted him to actually do it.
He had rehearsed it in his mind a hundred times, and then played out the whole entire fantasy of what would follow. Hundreds of times. But when he thought through his fantasies and jerked off in the shower to clear them from his mind, he eventually thought his way around to reality: a plan like this was...well....farfetched at best.
In fact, in the few minutes after his cock exploded against the tiles of the shower or inside of Rachel or wherever he happened to be, he had the presence of mind to think the plan was stupid. Reckless. Idiotic.
The world needed people who thought outside of the box, though, he would reason later. He had boxed himself in good with this situation. He couldn't confront his wife and just ask her stop seeing the man he himself had essentially pushed her into having sex with. He couldn't even face the risk of asking her to do such a thing.
But what if he could make Rachel leave Xavier herself?
It was true that the idea had come to him in part in the form of a dream. It was also true that he was not some kind of metaphysical, religious, new-agey quack who believed that anything intelligent could be brought to him by his sleeping mind. This was also clearly a plan that could derail quite easily. There were so many unknown factors.
And yet.
And yet.
He had researched it all very carefully.
He had done everything he needed to do.
And really, he had already done it, in stages. There was only this final thing.
He had done all of it on cheap laptop he had paid cash for, rebuilt, and would toss in the trash. He had stolen wifi from a random home in a part of town he never visited to post his video, sitting in the street in the dark. He had mailed the USB key and his blackmail letter through a remailing service using a throwaway accounts and prepaid credit cards.
Not that he thought his tracks would ever need to be so well-covered. He was just a thorough guy.
So you could say that the moment itself, the moment when he clicked to post he video, was not a moment unto itself. He had done many, many things on many different days to put this plan into action.
Still, when he actually did it, he felt almost instantly as though he had snapped out of a trance.
But there it was.
No way to get any of it back.
The USB key had been mailed days ago, after all.
Now, he had only to sit back and look as perturbed as Rachel when the package arrived.
A knife of regret sliced through him. He let himself feel it for a moment. And then, as he always did, he reset the parameters of his problem to what they were at the present moment. The action had been taken. There was no point thinking about anything but where it would go from here.
T HE LETTER
“Rachel?”
Josh was practically screaming. Rachel looked away f
rom the sheet of paper in her hand, and when she saw Josh's face she realized he had been calling her name for several minutes.
She couldn't find a way to say anything to him. Her hand might have trembled, but she was frozen solid. She had gone numb, from head to toe, when she read the letter.
It had arrived in a padded envelope. Manilla, letter-sized. Addressed to Rachel Elliot, with Rachel Elliot as a return address as well. Printed address labels. Postmarked from Florida, a place where she knew only a handful of people, all of them maternal aunts and uncles who had long since forgotten the world, let alone a niece. She had a brief flash of hope, one she was immediately ashamed of, that perhaps someone had left her something in a will, but the return address made her dismiss that thought.
It was conspicuous, so she opened it immediately.
A USB key fell onto the table and clattered to the floor. A single sheet of white paper was inside the envelope, typed, neatly, and it read:
This is a blackmail letter.
I have in my possession a video of Rachel Elliot and Xavier Lewis engaged in sexual intercourse.
This is a copy of that video.
I will return the original video for the sum of $20,000 USD, to be wired to a bank account. Details will be given to you in two weeks. From the postmark on the envelope you will have one week to transfer the funds.
If you contact law enforcement, not only will they find me untraceable, but I will post the video immediately to the internet. I have posted a segment of the video to demonstrate that I am serious in my intentions and cannot be traced – but do not attempt to do so using law enforcement, or you will regret it.
There was no signature.
Josh took the paper from her hand and read it. He held it for a long time. His eyes moved over the paper again and again, and Rachel could see that he was attempting, already to solve the problem.
Finally he looked up.
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