David’s eyes widened. No shit, he thought to himself.
But as Cassie sat down and drank his coffee and ate the whole wheat pancakes he made for her, it suddenly occurred to him: She had no idea.
He’d invited a complete stranger into their house the previous night; and he’d fingered David’s wife to orgasm. And then David had fucked her, like a piece of meat, emptying his balls into her; and she’d had no idea.
It was clearly something to do with those pills she’d taken – and why she was taking them, David still didn’t know. But at the moment, it meant that he’d gotten away with it. And while his nerves and his dignity were in tatters, that at least meant he still had his marriage.
* * *
And he still had his job!
That was something David considered as he rolled his Camry into the parking lot the following Monday, and reluctantly gazed up at the five storey office block where he worked.
Truth be told, despite delivering on his arrangement with Brandon, David was incredibly nervous about seeing the IT director that morning. He didn’t think he’d be able to look him in the eye. Not so much because he’d just let him finger his own, unconscious wife – but because of the dark and sordid thoughts he’d had afterward.
But as it happened, David needn’t have worried. Brandon wasn’t in that day. “Working from home” was the official response on his email.
But Brandon had left David something – a manila folder on the seat of his chair in David’s cubicle.
Glancing over his shoulder, to make sure nobody was looking, David peered inside.
Hey Buddy,
A deal’s a deal. Here are the login details for our IT monitoring software. Use them responsibly!
Brandon
P.S. When I’m back in the office, we’ll talk about our arrangement a little further.
David went white.
Their ‘arrangement’?
Wasn’t it over? David had delivered on his part of the bargain; and it had torn him up inside to do so. What more could Brandon want for him?
But since he had no answers to that question, David instead logged into the URL Brandon had provided, and started snooping around.
It was amazing.
From his modest little cubicle, David suddenly had access to everything and anything within the company. He could flick between live screens of users, or churn through page after page of web records, to see who had visited which site on their company computers.
At first David was overwhelmed, and didn’t know what to make of all this new information. Then he remembered the things Brandon had showed him; especially how Phil, from Investor Relations, liked to do stock deals during office hours.
Phil was a handsome, successful guy – wearing Brooks Brother’s suits, and driving a brand new BMW. Obviously his dabbling in the stock market had been successful.
Reassured by that knowledge, David felt bold enough to lot into his eTrade account, one he hadn’t even touched since before he was married. He had a few hundred dollars-worth of stocks invested there – stuff that hadn’t made him a penny since he’d sunk the money into it. Uncertainly, he pulled five hundred dollars from a poorly-performing portfolio and bought shares in the penny stock that Phil had invested in that morning with the money instead.
And then, hands trembling, he tried to focus enough to get back to work.
* * *
“Hi, Honey,” Cassie greeted David when he got home that night with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a freshly microwaved meal. “How was your day?”
David can’t even remember what he told her; but that didn’t matter. He was pretty sure she wasn’t listening, anyway. Cassie just cheerfully whisked her way through the house, tidying up a little, watching her show and then hopping into the shower to get ready for bed.
David pretended to follow his own evening routine – but tonight he was paying special attention to what Cassie was doing. Specifically, he wanted to know about those pills he’d found.
While Cassie was in the shower, David tiptoed into the bedroom and opened up her dresser drawer. There, hidden in the back, was her bottle of pills.
Carefully listening to the sound of the running water in the bathroom – to make sure Cassie didn’t catch him in the act – David opened up the bottle and poured the pills into his hand.
He counted them out – there were sixteen in total. Then, pouring them back into the bottle, he jammed it back into the drawer and crept back into the living room.
Just a few moments later, Cassie emerged from the bathroom smelling delicious. Her body still glistening with water and body lotion, she kissed David on the cheek and told him: “I’m off to listen to my tapes.”
David watched her go. “Sure you are,” he thought to himself.
* * *
Like all the previous evenings, David waited precisely one hour before making his move. And while he’d sat still on the couch for almost all of that time, his mind had been racing as he waited.
If he was right, he’d tiptoe into the bedroom and find his gorgeous wife unconscious on the bed again. But this time, he might discover why she was so unconscious.
And that, in itself, was awakening dark and dirty thoughts in David’s mind. The kind that made his cock swell to attention.
At nine o’clock exactly, David got up and carefully removed his clothes. His cock was already standing to full attention; knowing what awaited in the room next door.
Opening the bedroom door, David peered at his beautiful wife, sleeping on the bed. She looked like a serene angel; so peaceful and still.
David crept to the dresser and opened the drawer. He fumbled in the back for the pill bottle. Then, opening it, he poured the pills into his hand and carefully counted each one.
Fourteen.
Two were missing.
So that confirmed it. Cassie had been drugging herself every night. Why, David couldn’t say. But it did explain how he’d been able to get away with what he had – and made him feel confident to keep on doing it.
Which is precisely what he did next.
Putting the pills back in the dresser, David turned to Cassie’s sleeping body and stood over her; peering down at his defenceless, beautiful wife.
He was mad at her.
She’d spent the last two months making their marriage a sexless drudge, and he didn’t know why. It was almost like she was deliberately avoiding sex with him; and these pills gave her the opportunity to give her husband the sexual cold-shoulder without having to explain her reasoning.
Well, David thought to himself. The joke’s on you. And then he pulled back the covers and bared his wife’s beautiful body.
She was truly gorgeous – her pale body was curvy and inviting. And David decided to take her up on that.
Getting onto his knees, he lifted his unconscious wife’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. This presented her pussy to him, sealed tightly shut like a little clam. But all David needed to do was lean forward, and extend his tongue, and…
With one lick from bottom to top, Cassie’s pussy opened like a blossoming flower; and David’s tastebuds were suddenly flooded with a tangy, erotic taste. His cock swelled.
Sliding his hands down her gorgeous thighs, David cupped one of Cassie’s ripe buttocks in each palm and lifted her hips to his mouth; drinking from her like she was a cup.
David remembered how Brandon had made his wife cum, by fucking her with his fingers. Now knowing that she was utterly unconscious, David decided he needed to do the same; to prove himself.
And so he feasted on Cassie’s pussy; sucking her clit between his lips, and swirling his tongue around it, until it grew hard and throbbing. And as her pussy began to gush, he took two fingers – fingers he couldn’t help notice were so pale and thin compared to Brandon’s – and slid them inside of her.
Unconsciously, his sleeping wife began to grind her hips. Lying there, like a serene doll, her breath deepened.
David worked diligently
; familiar with her body and what she liked. With the two fingers buried in her wetness, he began to make ‘come hither’ gestures; curling his fingers so his fingertips stimulated her g-spot. And as he did so, he licked and sucked her clit like a man possessed.
And then the wave came; and the sleeping Cassie cried out gently as her hips began to undulate. David kept licking, and kept curling his fingers inside her, until the sleeping Cassie arched her back and a cannonade of wetness gushed into David’s face.
“Aahhhh!” And then she flopped back onto the bed and continued sleeping. She’d come.
Triumphantly, David lifted his face from between her thighs. His lips and tongue were dripping with her arousal, and the scent made his cock painfully hard.
Scooching up the bed, David slipped between her thighs; and then his rock-hard cock sunk inside Cassie’s dripping pussy effortlessly. He groaned. It felt exquisite.
But he wanted more. Even as he fucked his sleeping wife, his whole body demanded more.
He threw his mind back to a few nights ago, when he’d watched Brandon fuck Cassie with his fingers.
“Did you like that?” He hissed, knowing he’d get no reply. “Did you like having some dirty stranger finger-fuck you like that?” David sunk as deeply into his wife as he could; eyes half-closed at the incredible, velvet grip of her wet and inviting cunt. “Maybe I should let him fuck you next.” David reached up and squeezed one of his wife’s tits. “Maybe I should let him blow his load inside of you, you beautiful little whore.”
And just that mental image – of watching Brandon’s hefty frame between his wife’s thighs, and of seeing the big black man fill her with his cum – tipped David over the edge. He groaned. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His balls contracted and his cock swelled to painful proportions before firing off jet after jet of boiling cum into his wife’s wet and willing pussy.
“Oh, God,” David gasped, panting, as he hung over his sleeping wife’s body; still buried to the hilt inside of her. “Oh, God, what did I say that for?”
And then Cassie’s husband pulled his softening cock from her tight embrace, and slumped onto the end of the bed.
He looked at his sleeping wife – so sweet and serene from the waist upwards, but looking freshly-fucked and used from her crotch down.
Cassie’s thighs were spread, and were red with finger marks. Her pussy was a dewy, glistening flower open for the world to see. And David’s cum was dribbling out of her, down the crack of her beautiful ass.
David stared at the river of cum, and madness gripped him.
He imagined, once again, that it was Brandon’s cum he was looking at. That it had been the black man who’d just blown his load inside David’s unsuspecting, unconscious wife, instead of him. And then he had an uncontrollable urge to taste it.
And so, unable to stop himself, David spread Cassie’s legs again, and once against dove his head between her thighs. And this time, as his tongue delved between the folds of her freshly-fucked pussy, it was the salty, pungent scent of his own cum that filled his nostrils.
David feasted. He slurped at Cassie’s pussy, and felt strings of his own cum sucked into his mouth. Then he licked up the rest; cleaning each inch of her. He devoured her, and then sucked and licked her clit until the beautiful wife bucked her hips for a second time and gushed more moisture into his mouth.
Finally, once they were both sated, David pulled his head from between her legs and rearranged her in bed; covering his sleeping wife with the comforter.
Then he collapsed into bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Ten
David was transfixed with anxiety as he made the coffee the following morning – sure that Cassie would have figured out what had happened to her – if not from the red marks he’d left over her breasts and thighs, then from the sticky residue from where he’d licked her clean (he still couldn’t believe he’d done that!)
But instead, his gorgeous wife padded from the bedroom like a graceful house cat – stretching her slender arms and yawning.
“My goodness,” Cassie purred. “I’m stiff.” She turned to her husband and giggled. “And I feel all tingly.” Her eyes dropped to her crotch. “In a good way. I must have been having more dreams about you.”
David’s eyes grew wide. He smiled wickedly.
* * *
That good mood was spoilt the moment David got into work.
As soon as he’d logged into his computer, a meeting maker popped up on his screen telling him that he was required to attend an IT review at 9:30am – hosted by, no less, Brandon Brown himself.
Nervously, David started preparing his notes.
Before he left his cubicle, though, he took a moment to click through to his eTrade account and check how the penny stock he’d bought had done.
And he nearly fainted.
Since the previous morning, it had more than doubled in value – and was still going up.
Overnight, David had made nearly an entire week’s salary.
In some ways, it was fortunate that Brandon had invited him to that nine thirty meeting – otherwise David would have simply sat there; looking at the screen where his new-found riches were on display.
Instead – nervously – he headed off to the conference room.
* * *
Conference Room C was on the other side of the building, and when David finally got there, Brandon was the only other person in the room.
David dropped his notepad onto the conference table. “Who else are we expecting?”
And that’s when Brandon wheeled his chair around and purred: “Nobody. Now shut that door.”
David’s heart skyrocketed into his throat.
“The door, B-man,” Brandon repeated. “Close it.”
Fingers trembling, David clicked shut the door.
“Take a seat, my man,” Brandon beamed, swivelling in his seat. Nervously, David did as he was told. “Now catch a load of this.”
And Brandon pressed a button on his computer.
Immediately, on the projector screen on the opposite wall, a leering and grainy close up of a naked pair of breasts appeared; plus a loud and crackling soundtrack of gasps and groans.
David went white.
He recognized those breasts.
They belonged to Cassie.
The grainy shot panned down, to a shot of pale, splayed thighs and a big, brown hand sliding in and out from between them. Then the camera reared upwards – the soundtrack catching David’s own voice angrily demanding: “Okay! Enough!”
The screen showed a lingering, two-second close-up of David’s wife’s face. Then it swung upwards and caught David’s own outraged face, as he shooed Brandon from the room.
And then the video stopped.
David sat there, open-mouthed.
Brandon swivelled his chair around, and flashed his bright, white teeth.
“I ain’t exactly Stephen Spielberg,” he admitted. “But I think I got the gist of it.”
David struggled to fill his lungs with oxygen.
“W-why,” he stammered. “Why are you showing me this?”
Brandon’s smile widened.
“Just a little insurance,” he beamed. “I’ve given you a lot of power, letting you access the IT monitoring portal.” He leaned forward in his seat. “I just want you to remember where that came from.”
David said nothing. He just stared across the table at Brandon.
“And,” the big black man purred, “that there’s a cost attached.”
David gripped the edge of the table.
“W-what do you mean?”
“Well,” Brandon purred. “I was planning on circling back around your house tonight, after work.” He held up his big hand – specifically, the two fingers he’d used to finger Cassie to orgasm the other night. “You gonna answer the door, right?”
David felt sick. Butterflies churned in his stomach. He thought this was over. He thought he’d settled up with Brandon.
But the big man’s smile proved otherwise.
“It’d be a shame,” he purred, “if this video got out. You know, for your family and friends to see.” Again, Brandon leaned closer. “Or even just your pretty wife.” His smile widened menacingly. “How d’you think she’d feel? Watching herself, passed out, with some big black brother shoving his fingers up her coochie?”
David went white.
“I figured as much,” Brandon clambered from his seat. “I’ll see you and nine o’clock, okay brother?” And then he headed for the door.
Brandon Brown paused in the doorway, and looked back at David one last time.
“One last word of advice,” he offered. “When Phil, from Investor Relations, sells his stock? You should too.”
And then he was gone.
* * *
For more than twenty minutes, David just sat there, in the empty conference room. He stared at the big screen; where he’d seen his wife on display just moments earlier.
His stomach churned. He had to go through this again?
But at the same time, his cock swelled inside his pants.
Because while watching Brandon finger his wife had been one of the most humiliating situations of his life, it was also one of the sexiest.
And for all his nerves, and self-loathing, he was kind of excited for it to happen again.
* * *
The rest of the day passed like a blur.
Before he knew it, David found himself driving home in his Camry, nerves wracked about what he was about to do that evening.
Cassie greeted him with a hug and kiss.
“How was your day at work, honey?”
He couldn’t even remember what he told her.
But during dinner, David’s brain did start operating again.
“S-so, honey,” he asked, as he picked at his mashed potatoes. “You’ve only got another seven days of the hypnosis tapes, right?”
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