by Luke Young
The two girls shared a laugh.
“She’s a horrible influence on you.” Brian rolled his eyes. “You’re corrupting my wife.”
“Oh, you love me.” Victoria waved her hand at him, dismissively.
“Yeah,” Brian grumbled. “So, where are we going to do this?”
“How about the couple’s therapy room in my office?”
“How the hell would I get her there?” Brian asked.
“Wait, what if we did it at the club?” Jillian looked past Brian to her co-conspirator.
“Yeah, in the locker room.” Victoria nodded. “We could probably even get video in there.”
“Video, yeah, that would be perfect.”
“You’re going to film me with my… No, I don’t think so. I’m not risking my junk going viral again.”
“Oh, we’ll pixelate out your dick.” Victoria sighed. “Relax.”
“Wait, you really know how to do that?” Brian asked. “Do you have some special software or something?”
“Oh, yeah sure,” Victoria said confidently.
When Brian turned to his wife, Victoria shot her a confused expression along with a shrug.
Brian frowned. “I don’t know.”
Taking his hand, Jillian pleaded, “Please.”
After taking a moment, he sighed. “All right. Exactly how do we do this?”
“Great.” Victoria rubbed her hands together. “Jillian, get me a notebook and a pen. I’m going to lay this whole thing out.”
48
Later that day, Brian called Amanda and apologized for running out on her and her special friend during the storm. Working from Victoria’s script as the girls listened in, he told the famous actress that he was under a lot of stress with the new babies and that he was starting to get fed up with Jillian’s constant mood swings. He told her he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since that day at her house and that he wanted to see her alone. He told her that Jillian was a bore in the bedroom and that she would never act out his fantasies with him. He added that he knew that she was different. They agreed to meet, after hours, at the tennis club that Sunday and pick up where they left off the night of the movie wrap party.
With four days until Operation Blackwater Cock Gate was a go, the schemers rolled up their sleeves and got to work purchasing supplies and equipment. When Sunday arrived, Jim stayed at home watching all three children, while Jillian, Victoria, and Brian setup the multiple tiny video recording devices throughout the men’s locker room and shower area. While walking through the plan one last time, Brian wore a frown.
“What’s wrong?” Jillian asked.
“I’m not sure I can say the N-word.”
“You can’t back out on us now.” Victoria sighed. “She’s going to be here in an hour.”
“We know you don’t mean it.” Jillian took hold of his hand. “You’re just acting.”
“But still.” Brian shook his head. “I just don’t want to be associated with that type of racism and I certainly don’t want to be recorded saying it.”
“Shit.” Victoria sighed.
“I think I have a better idea.” Opening up a locker, Brian pulled out a Native American headdress and held it up.
“What the hell is that?” Victoria asked.
“Look, this is a hot issue right now.” He smiled. “Slurs against Native Americans.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No, listen… What sports team is getting a shit storm of bad publicity right now over their name?”
“What?” Victoria rolled her eyes. “The Redskins? Come on.”
Jillian said, “I think this could work.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“He’s right this is a real hot button right now.”
Brian pulled on the headdress and stood tall. “How do I look?”
“Cute.” Jillian placed her hand on his arm.
“What are you going to get her to say?” Victoria asked, frowning.
“Don’t worry. I’ve given this a lot of thought.”
“That’s what worries me,” Victoria grumbled.
“Trust me.” Brian took off the headdress.
“You’d better know what you’re doing, because we only get one shot at this.”
“I swear.”
“Okay…” Victoria looked at her watch. “We have less than thirty minutes. I’ve got to test the equipment.” Victoria opened the door to the supply closet, which was attached to the locker area and disappeared inside.
Jillian stepped up to Brian and touched his feathers. “Where’d you get that?”
“Online. Overnight shipping is so expensive.”
“I’ll bet.” She gave her husband a smile. “Ready?”
“For what?” He shot her a clueless look.
“You know…” Her gaze dipped to his groin before returning to his face.
“I almost forgot about that.” He reached to unbutton his shorts. “Let the fun part begin.”
“Not here.”
“Why not?”
“Our friend is watching.” She motioned to the supply closet door.
Victoria opened the door. “Again, you guys are no fun.”
“I take it the audio is working.” Jillian frowned.
“And the video.” Victoria flashed them a grin. “I want to test the zoom feature.”
“Go read a magazine or something.” Jillian waved her hand at her friend.
“Fine.” Sulking, Victoria closed the door.
“Let’s go to your office.”
He placed the headdress back inside the locker.
Jillian took his hand and led him toward the door. She stopped and said, “Hold on.”
“What is it?”
“I almost forgot my supplies.” She stepped to the bench and grabbed a small suitcase.
“Supplies?”
“You’ll see.” She flashed him a sexy grin. “Wait, why don’t you grab your feather thing?”
“Seriously?”
“Uh-huh. It could be fun.”
He smiled. “You’re a naughty squaw aren’t you?”
Inside Brian’s office, Jillian placed a towel down on the office chair. She had him strip out of all his clothes, put on the headdress, and led him to the chair. After performing oral sex on him and bringing him to orgasm twice, she pulled out a vibrator and ran it all over his cock, balls, and perineum. With Brian teetering on the line somewhere between ecstasy and pain, she proceeded to work him over with her hand, tongue, and mouth while the vibrator pushed him over the edge for two more breathtakingly strong climaxes. Afterward she wiped her mouth, packed up her supplies, and left him exhausted and struggling to pull his shorts up over his hips. After delivering some last minute instructions, Jillian left with the headdress to join Victoria in the supply closet.
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the club’s locked door. Brian opened it to discover Amanda Jo looking stunning and wearing an evil smile. “So you’re a naughty boy are you?”
“I, uh, yeah,” he replied sheepishly then remembered the girls telling him not to screw this up. He put on a more confident tone, “I am a very naughty boy.”
“You’re into role play. I love role play.” She stepped into the lobby and flashed him a smug expression. “Obviously. I’m an actress and everything.”
“Of course.” He glanced nervously out to the parking lot then closed and locked the door.
“So, Jillian won’t fulfill your fantasies?”
He shook his head no. “Mm-Mm.”
“I’m not surprised.” She stepped to him, rose on her toes, and kissed him on the lips.
He fought the urge to pull away until she took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down a little too hard on it. He took hold of her shoulders. “Not here.”
“Why not?”
“I want to start where we left off before she walked in on us.”
“Really?” Her eyes brightened as she gnawed her lip with her teeth. �
��Okay, that sounds hot.”
“Meet me in the shower in two minutes.” He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
She let out a naughty groan and watched as he headed away.
Inside the locker room, Brian peeled off his clothes, pulled on the headdress and rushed to the shower area. He looked ridiculous with his huge and colorful Native American headgear along with his exhaustedly flaccid penis flopping around slightly as he nervously rocked back and forth. Glancing up to where one of the cameras and microphones were hidden behind the return air vent, he put on an uncomfortable smile. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Less than thirty feet away, Victoria and Jillian sat at a small table in front of a laptop computer. The screen was divided into quadrants displaying two camera angles of the shower area and two camera angles of the locker room.
Victoria leaned closer to the screen. “My God, look how small he is now and it’s all reddish purplish. You must have really given it to him good.”
“I did,” Jillian replied proudly. “I think it’ll be a week or so before he’s chasing me around the bedroom.”
“What’d you do?”
Suddenly Amanda Jo appeared on the screen standing in the locker room wearing a smile and pulling off her T-shirt and bra. Her teardrop implant enhanced breasts were bouncing and hanging perfectly in front of her.
“That slut,” Jillian grumbled.
“She has a great rack.”
“Yeah, screw her.”
Amanda slipped her shorts and underwear down and headed toward the shower area. Hitting keys on the keyboard, Victoria zoomed in on Amanda’s backside. “God, and her butt… I wonder what kind of workout she does. Is it yoga or Pilates or—”
“Oh, shut it.” Jillian held her hand over the screen. “She’s probably had work done there too. No women in her forties can naturally look like that.”
“I sorta looked like that right before I had Kaylie.”
“Well yeah, you are a freak of nature. We all know this.”
Victoria replied, “You’re just jealous.”
Frowning, Jillian stuck her tongue out to her friend. Then the ladies returned their attention to the shower views just as Amanda walked into frame and stood before Brian wearing nothing but a sexy grin. Her gaze went, of course, to his headdress and she giggled. “That’s different. You want me to be your cowgirl?”
“I do.”
Her attention traveled down his body then she frowned. “Why aren’t you hard?”
Jillian said, “I’ll tell you why he isn’t hard you little bitch!”
“Shhh.” Victoria waved her hand for Jillian to knock it off.
“What?” Brian asked.
“Last time you were hard and jerking off when I found you,” Amanda began. “I thought we were going to do the exact same thing.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Brian shrugged. “I guess I’m just, um, nervous.”
“I can fix that.” She walked to him, leaned up close to his face, opened her mouth as if she might kiss him then pulled away. Moving behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them sensuously. He gazed to the camera wearing an uncomfortable expression.
Brian said, “Let’s pretend that I’m a—”
“Let’s get your totem pole hard first.”
Victoria frowned. “What rules did you give him about all this?”
Jillian said, “I told him he could let her touch him anywhere, but that he can’t let her kiss his mouth or put her mouth over his, you know… And he can’t touch her in any way. I told him if he does, I won’t sleep with him for a year.”
Victoria said halfheartedly, “Uh-huh.”
Brian’s penis grew as Amanda continued rubbing his shoulders and pressing her breasts into his back. His eyes drifted closed, then when he opened them, he glanced down to his groin before looking up at the camera wearing an apologetic smile.
“It’s growing,” Victoria said with alarm.
“No, it’s not.”
“It definitely is. It was like a little button before and now…”
Amanda moved to stand two feet in front of him then turned and gave him a sexy look. Bending forward, she stuck her firm ass out for his pleasure. “I know you are an ass man.”
“She’s right.” Jillian nodded. “He really is.”
Amanda moved a few steps forward and standing about five feet from him, spread her legs and bent slowly forward. “I want you to lick my ass then go home and kiss your wife.”
“That little cunt.” Jillian groaned. “Do we have a plan B where we kill her and dispose of the body?”
“Shh.” Victoria swatted her hand at Jillian.
“Does this place have a trash incinerator?”
“Shut up.”
Getting down on her hands and knees, Amanda looked over her shoulder at Brian. She reached back and placed her index finger against the lips of her pussy. Slowly she slid a finger inside then closed her eyes and sighed. “Lick me Tonto.”
His penis was now sticking straight out from his body and was absolutely huge. He glanced down to his dark and throbbing member with his eyes bugging out of his head. Then he looked to the camera and mouthed, sorry.
“Holy crap,” Jillian said.
“I guess you didn’t do as good a job as you thought,” Victoria shook her head. “When is he going to start?”
“Yeah, I guess he’s too busy staring at her ass.”
Amanda’s gaze locked in on his cock and she smiled. “Now that’s the Brian I remember. Maybe you should first just fuck me with your big cock.”
“My, um, big, redskin cock,” Brian said with his voice cracking.
“What?” She rose to her feet and held back a laugh.
“My big redskin cock.”
Amanda moved to him and smiled. “I’m your married white cowgirl slut, huh?”
“Yeah and your cowboy husband and his little soft pencil dick can’t satisfy you. You need this…” he took hold of his girth and squeezed it, “… big, redskin, Indian cock.”
“Hey, he’s pretty good at this,” Victoria said.
“I know, right?”
Victoria’s eyes narrowed. “Wow, it does look sorta like a big, Indian cock. Look how dark it is.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen it like that.”
Amanda placed her hand on his chest then slowly ran it down to his groin and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He pulled away and glared at her. “Did I say you could touch it?”
“No, sorry.” She moved back from him and stood with her arms at her sides gazing down to the tile floor in mock fright.
“Touch your pussy,” he commanded.
Amanda put her hand between her legs and slid a finger inside.
“Get your tight pussy wet and ready for my thick, redskin cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
Closing her eyes, Amanda slid two fingers deeper inside. Brian looked to the camera. He pointed down to his huge erection and quickly lifted his palms in the air before returning to character. “How tight is your white cowgirl pussy?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out as she went on pleasuring herself.
“I asked you, how tight is your pussy?”
“Too tight for your cock, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir.”
“What should I call you?”
“You know what to call me.”
“I don’t.”
“Say it,” he said loudly.
“I want your big, dirty, redskin, Indian cock,” Amanda begged.
“God, he’s really good at this,” Victoria began. “Do you guys do this at home?”
“Never.” Jillian gazed unblinkingly at the screen. “I think I’m wet right now.”
“Me too.”
“You little white slut.” Brian narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re too good for my Indian cock, don’t you?”
“No, I
don’t. I want it. Please let me have it.”
Amanda looked to his face while her fingers busily moved over her clit.
He moved close to her and ran his fingers slowly back and forth over his impressive length, pausing to squeeze it just below the ridge. His head swelled to a dark purple bloated thickness. “Look at it.”
Amanda gazed down to it and her lips parted as she asked, breathlessly, “Me smokem your peace pipe redskin cock.”
“That’s right.”
Amanda moved to him and took hold of his erection. “I want your dirty, redskin, Indian cock now! Fuck me with it now.”
“Wow, calm down.” He backed away from her.
“What?” Amanda looked at him panting and confused.
He said, “Did we get it? Are we done?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She looked at him perplexed.
“Sorry, um… Sorry about this.” He took off out of the shower area and into the locker room.
“What are you doing?” Amanda followed after him and when she reached the locker room, she discovered Jillian and Victoria standing there with their arms folded and shooting daggers into her with their eyes. Brian had his body pressed close to a locker near the corner of the room as he pulled his shorts up.
Jillian said, “Hey Amanda Jo.”
“What the hell is this?” Amanda’s gaze went to the two women then to Brian and back to Jillian.
“I told you to stay away from my husband.”
Brian adjusted the front of his shorts then upon taking in Amanda’s angry glare, he backed up to stand next to his wife.
Amanda bent down to pick up her shirt and held it over her chest. “I don’t even understand what you—”
“Understand this.” Victoria pushed a button on her iPhone and a professional sounding female voice began, “Female Ejaculation—Unleash the Ultimate G-Spot Orgasm.” She hit another button on her phone and winced. “Sorry, that’s just a book I’m, um…”
Brian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I heard about this. Some people say female ejaculation is just pee but other people think it’s really a semen-like fluid.”
Victoria turned to him. “Actually, I’ve just read this study that—”
“Knock it off.” Jillian interrupted. “Just play the thing!”
