by Ben Boswell
I slid my hand down the front of her dress and reached under the hem. I trailed my fingertips across the downy hair of her thighs. She rolled over onto her back and began rubbing my crotch through my boxers. She turned her head toward me and we kissed, gently at first, then more passionately.
As we kissed, I rubbed her mound through her panties.
"Maybe we should get out of these clothes," I offered.
We stripped, then slid back under the covers and resumed making out. She was stroking my cock up and down slowly. I worked my fingertip through her thick muff, until I uncovered her sex. I went slowly, tracing her labia with my fingertip, feeling her beginning to respond to my touch.
"Can I kiss you down there?" I asked.
"Yes."
I ducked my head under the covers and parted her hair. Slowly I licked her slit up and down, tasting her, feeling her excitement build. She moaned softly and after a few minutes, she pulled me back up beside her. I leaned in to kiss her mouth, but she gave me her cheek instead rather than taste herself on my lips.
"Do you want to be on top?" she asked.
I nodded. I rolled over onto her. She took my cock and ran it up and down her slit, gently working the head of my cock inside her. I was so ready. I just wanted to thrust in hard, but Kris always wanted to go slow. I let her set the pace, let her control how deep I went, just giving her small gentle thrusts.
Finally she released my shaft and I was able to sink in all the way. She sighed happily. I closed my eyes. We were in the dark and under the covers anyway. There was nothing to see. I thought again of Jessi. Imagined her, legs in the air, grunting like an animal. I thrust in hard.
"Slow down," Kris urged.
I did. Kris cooed happily. This was how she liked it. Nice and gentle. I liked it that way too... for the most part... though in truth I often dreamt of something more. I wanted to be able to watch Kris' big tits bouncing. I would have loved to flip her over on her hands and knees and take her from behind. Have her suck me off as we switched from position to position.
She let out a soft whine, and I again slowed down. I tried to force Jessi out of my mind and focus just on Kris. I knew what she liked, what she wanted, and I proceeded to give it to her. We made love slowly, gently. Enough time had passed since I'd eaten her out that she was willing to kiss me again. So we kissed.
I could feel her excitement building, her breaths becoming shallower.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she sighed.
I felt the familiar sensation of her pussy clutching at my staff. It was my time now. I thrust into her harder, faster.
"Go ahead," she urged.
I thought again of Jessi. Of her getting taken from behind, up the ass, watched by a roomful of men. I thought about what it would have been like to take my cut in trade. God, she would have rocked my world. I pictured her, on her hands and knees, a wild look in her eyes.
"Fuck my ass, Danny Dan. Fuck me up the ass."
I came hard with a grunt and a hard thrust.
After, I rolled of Kris and lay beside her. We held hands.
"Thank you," I said softly.
"Can I get some sleep now?" she teased.
I forced a laugh. "And who says romance dies after kids?"
I'd come, but I was far from satisfied. The moment I rolled over, my mind went back to Jessi, to what she'd do to me, what she would let me do to her. I fell asleep with those lewd thoughts in my mind, hoping that my dreams would flesh them out, but they didn't.
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When we didn't see Jessi on Monday either, I could see Kris getting more worked up. She'd been texting Jessi since she’d gotten home.
"She probably just has a new boyfriend," I suggested.
"Maybe," she replied. "But she usually answers my texts."
"Does she?"
"Okay, not always promptly, but this is longer than usual. I just hope she's okay."
"She's a tough broad," I replied. "She can take care of herself."
Kris laughed. "Yeah, but I worry about whoever she's with."
"About what they might do to her? Or she to them?"
"Exactly."
But in the end, Kris had dealt with Jessi's erratic behavior long enough that she didn't really get too frantic.
Monday evening went according to a well-practiced routine. Todd went down at 7:00 pm, Suzie at 7:30 pm. We had dinner at 8:00 pm. Like clockwork. Always like clockwork.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kris' one flight of fancy is a weird addiction to reality TV. We'd called up the latest Keeping Up with the Kardashians on the DVR and had about settled in to watch when the doorbell rang.
We live in a pretty isolated development, so we sometimes get late UPS deliveries. An 8:45 pm doorbell was weird, but not unheard of. Kris sprang to her feet to get the door before it rang again potentially waking up the kids.
My first hint that something was wrong was the sound of loud footsteps in the foyer.
I stood and ran almost headlong into three men pushing their way into our house, Kris trailing after them, looking more angry than scared.
In shock I recognized one of them. He was the older, burly guy who'd been keeping an eye on things at the bachelor party.
When he saw me, he called out, "Yeah, this is the right place. This is the guy who was pimping her out."
Another man stepped forward. I didn't need to be introduced. He was an older version of Vinny, filled out, graying hair. Obviously the father. He turned to the bodyguard. "Thanks Rock."
He strode up to me. "Where's the whore?"
Kris caught up with us. "What the heck is going on?" she demanded. "What the heck are you talking about?"
Vinny's father looked her up and down. She was wearing clingy sweats and a ribbed tee, all of which showed off her curves. "You whoring this one out too? 'Cause I wouldn't mind knocking off a piece."
"Leave my wife alone," I grunted.
The third man strode forward and barreled into me. He wasn't much bigger than me, but he felt like he was made of steel. I stumbled backward, and felt him grab my throat, cutting off my breath with practiced ease.
"Let him go," Kris shrieked.
"Relax, Jerry," said Vinny's dad, casually. "We need him able to speak."
He released me and I gasped.
Kris stepped into the middle of us. "Okay, he's Rock," she pointed at the first bodyguard. "He's Jerry," she pointed at the guy who'd choked me. Then she wheeled on Vinny's dad. "Who the fuck are you?"
Kris never cursed. But she was pissed.
He looked her over. "I'm Sal." He fixated on her face. "You're her sister, aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"Fucking Star – Jessi -- whatever the fuck she's calling herself, she stole some, um, merchandise from me. And I fucking want it back."
Kris shook her head. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. My sister..." She paused. "Look, I don't know what's going on. She does some crazy stuff. But she isn't here now. And we haven't seen her. We don't know what's going on."
Sal nodded in my direction. "He does."
Kris looked at me, a questioning look on her face.
I put out my arms helplessly. "I don't."
"Don't lie, pimp," Sal replied.
Kris looked around angrily. "Why do you keep calling him a pimp?"
Sal looked over at Rock, who looked over at me. I was pleading with my eyes, even shaking my head slightly. He broke into a malevolent grin and then told the whole story.
When he concluded, Sal summed it up. "He prices the gash. He collects the cash. He's the pimp."
Kris gave me a searching look.
"I can explain," I said lamely.
Her mouth fell open in shock, and then her eyes flashed with anger.
Still, her first instinct was to round on Sal. "What does that have to do with stealing?"
"She stole some stuff Sunday night."
"Daniel," she said with a sneer, "was with me Sunday."
"Yeah, and Star was with me, polishing my knob and sitting on my dick. Then, after, she waved around a bunch of cash saying she wanted to buy some coke. But when we went to my cache, the fucking bitch zapped me. When I come to, the whore's gone, my coke's gone."
"What do you want with us? You want her," I said.
Sal smirked. "Yeah, but I don't know where she is. That's where you come in, pimp. She's your girl. You find her or pay for the coke."
"We don't know where my sister is," Kris replied. "She's not answering my calls, my texts."
"See, folks, now that's your problem, not mine."
Kris sighed. "How much did she steal?" I could see her thinking that maybe the best thing was just to pay off the debt.
"Ten keys. Two fifty."
"Two hundred and fifty dollars?" Kris asked, in a tone of relief.
He laughed. "Damn, you're even dumber than your cunt of a sister. Two hundred and fifty grand."
"We don't have that kind of money," I replied. Even as he'd said it, I'd run it through in my head. If we liquidated everything, literally everything, and even sold the house we'd be short, well short.
"Then you better find your whore."
Kris sighed. "Okay, whatever. Give us a couple of days. We'll do our best."
"You damn well will, and to make sure you do, we're going to give you a little incentive. Take a little collateral." He said nodding towards the stroller in the corner.
Kris went red with rage. "Stay away from our kids."
"Unless you got a Glock hidden in those titties..."
"It'd fit," Jerry deadpanned with a leer.
Sal continued, "... you have no choice." He ostentatiously and unnecessarily pulled a gun from a shoulder holster. There was no way we could handle Jerry and Rock even if they were all unarmed.
"No," she howled. "Leave them alone."
"Don't worry doll. We'll just keep 'em a couple of days. I got a nice extra room. Throw them a few slices of pizza and a juice box, and they'll be fine. Plus, with the free child care you'll have extra time to find the whore."
He nodded at Rock who took a couple of steps towards the stairs. It was suicide, but I was going to have to try to stop him physically. I glanced around the room, looking for a weapon. My eyes alit on the fireplace poker. I'd have to dash past Jerry, grab it...
"Take me instead," Kris said suddenly. "No crying, no diapers. I'll be more fun," she said with hand on her hip.
Rock stopped and turned back toward us. Sal shot me an amused look and then rounded on my wife.
“Well, well, well. A slut like your sister, eh?"
She shrugged.
He approached her. "It's a tempting offer, but I think I need to know how much more fun."
"Just leave my kids alone."
"Give me a demonstration then."
"Come on," she whined. "You don't need that."
He sighed loudly and nodded toward Rock, who took another step towards the stairs.
"Okay, okay," she relented.
"Noooo," I cried out.
She stared at me angrily, challenging me to come up with an alternative. After a moment I looked away.
"Okay, come with me into the study," she said to Sal.
"Naw, baby, right here. It'll do hubby good to have an graphic mental image. It'll keep him motivated."
He holstered the weapon and, placing a beefy paw on her shoulder, pushed her to the knees.
"Show me fun," he ordered.
She nodded and then imperturbably reached out and lowered his zipper. She reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock. Jessi had told me he was bigger than Vinny, but that did nothing to prepare me for what appeared. He was huge and uncircumcised. Even partially flaccid, he was still impressively long and shockingly thick.
A moment passed between them, their eyes meeting. His expression was clear, a cocky grin. Hers was more enigmatic. Was it apprehension? Admiration?
A memory flashed through my brain. Even though we'd waiting until nineteen to have sex, we'd experimented with oral toward the very end of high school. I remember the moment like it was yesterday. I'd been so happy, so full of anticipation. And it had been awful. Awkward, toothy, even painful. It had gotten better over the years, much, much better, but the recollection of that first, miserable, blowjob from Kris had always, until today, brought an ironic smile to my lips.
And now for some reason I fixated on his cock. That fat, ugly lump. There was no way, of course, that Kris would be able to take it her mouth. For a weird moment, the absurdity of it struck me as almost funny.
But then with the same detached precision with which she'd unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, she now leaned forward, seized his shaft firmly with both hands and took the head of his prick into her mouth.
"Looks like sucking cock runs in the family," Sal said with a chuckle.
Kris didn't react, didn't pause from her unemotional, almost mechanical assault on his member. But despite the lack of passion and showmanship, she was still, from his reaction, doing an effective job with it. As her spit coated his length, she took him deeper still. Her hands twisted firmly on his shaft. On each outstroke, I could see her tongue do a quick swirl over his cockhead.
My head was pounding. I wanted to scream. Just to howl in anger and frustration. But Kris’ attitude paralyzed me. There was something about her temperament as she kneeled before Sal, fellating him, that seemed to brook no objections. I realized how passive I’d become, how much I let her set the agenda, that now, faced with an unthinkable situation, I was still looking to her to determine how we should respond.
No one spoke. No one moved. The only sounds in the room were those of her slurping wetly on his cock, breathing loudly through her nose, and his increasingly contented moans. He placed his hand on the back of her head and began to thrust gently in time with her own bobbing up and down.
He gave her hair a quick tug. She paused and looked up at him, his cock still deep in her mouth.
"Do you like to swallow?"
She gave a quick headshake. She had done it for me exactly once. She had hated it. And she had never done it again.
"But you will this time?"
She paused a second and then gave a quick nod.
"Good girl," he said with a smile.
She went back to work with the same detached but effective style. He closed his eyes, sighed. He was now fully erect, and she was swallowing at most half of him, but that was enough. With a low groan, he tensed up and came in her mouth. She gulped it down, snorting air through her nose as she tried to manage breathing while also swallowing his load.
He continued to pump his gradually softening member past her lips for another minute or so until he'd given her every drop. And then slowly, he withdrew his cock. Even more of it had been in her mouth than I'd suspected.
He grabbed her under the armpit and lifted her to her feet. "Okay, fun stuff, you convinced me. Let's go."
He shoved her towards Rock who caught her and started toward the door. "And you, numb nuts," he said looking at me, "get me my coke or my money, otherwise we're gonna do shit to wifey-wife that makes this seem like paddy cakes."
It struck me that he was almost a caricature of a gangster. But I didn’t have time to consider it further. All I knew was that he’d assaulted and then taken my wife.
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The moment the door closed, I picked up the phone to call the police. I pressed 9-1-1, but didn't hit dial as I tried to imagine what I would say. What words would follow, help, my wife has been kidnapped?
First, there was the fact that I wasn’t sure I could even describe it as a kidnapping. Kris has gone without a fight. She’d offered herself to him in the first place, and then gone without any objection.
Furthermore, the story was outlandish, full of details that would raise questions and secondary investigations. They would sure see this as some sort of drug deal gone wrong, and my recent connection to Jessi's "work" would cause more suspicions. At the
very least, I'd be incommunicado for an indeterminate amount of time. And what would happen then? Would Sal assume I had skipped town? Would he hear about the investigation? What would happen to Kris?
All of that was speculation, but the one thing I knew it was that I needed to find Jessi, and fast. Assuming that what Sal had said was true, and I had to assume it was, she could end this whole situation in a heartbeat and surely would once she realized what was going on. Jessi was stupid and reckless, but not evil. The problem was how to find her.
I went around with that in my mind several times, and then I realized I also needed to keep track of Kris. I ran outside. Fuck, they'd already driven away. I should have gotten the license plate at the very least, but now I realized I didn't even have a way to contact Sal if I did recover the coke. Then, of course, I realized Jessi would know how to reach him. Again, she was the key.
I immediately dialed her number. It went right to voicemail.
"Jesus, Jessi call me right away. Kris is in danger. That guy Sal came to our house tonight and took her. Please, please call me right away so we can fix this."
I stared at the phone like a maniac willing a call back. None came. I sent a text. Then another.
And then it hit me like a shot. The kids. I had to get them out of the house. What if Kris escaped? What if Sal decided he wanted more leverage?
I called my mom. She and my dad had divorced when I was young and she had taken and kept her new husband’s name when she remarried. That should be enough to keep them safe for now.
I called her and told her that I needed to drop off the kids. That Kris and I had some use-it-or-lose-it leave and that we'd decided to take a spontaneous vacation, just the two of us.
"It's late," she replied.
"I know. We just decided. Got an amazing deal on airfare. We're flying out tomorrow morning at 6:00am."
"Where are you going?"
"Vegas," I replied, picking a vacation destination out of thin air.
"Since when does Kris gamble?"
"We're just going to see shows. I know it’s last minute, but I'd like to come over now."
