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Play Time - 2
by Mary Thomas (mthomas1138@yahoo.com)
***
A couple leaves a video tape of them having sex for
someone to 'find.' A short time later the wife is
recognized in a store and is blackmailed into having
sex with the threat that the tape will be released to
her co-workers. (M+/F, nc, exh, bi, oral, orgy)
***
A few weeks had passed since our adventure in the booth
at the adult bookstore and we were still trying to
figure out what it meant for us as a couple and where
we would go from there. We kept our 'play time' nights
at home instead of going out, but they were very hot as
we talked and relived the things we had done with the
strangers in the booth.
Phil replayed watching me suck the cock of the man
through the glory hole while the other unknown guy
fucked my pussy relentlessly from behind until they
both came in me. I couldn't get over how thrilling it
was to see Phil experiment with bisexual activity, and
I told him what a turn on it was to see him sucking off
another man's cock and taking his other lover deep up
his ass.
The thrill of the anonymous sex and been exhilarating.
But, it also scared the hell out of both of us. As a
nurse, I was very aware of the real-life dangers in
such activity and I scheduled tests at a clinic in a
nearby town for both of us. After a couple of stressful
days of waiting for results, we were overjoyed that we
hadn't been passed any sexually transmitted diseases.
We both made mental notes to ourselves for the future
to keep a store of condoms around, just in case.
Life seemed to be returning to 'normal' for us. We
spent a lot of time with our kids on school and
recreation activities. It was also a period of a lot of
extended family events, birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
As the weeks passed the night in the booth seemed to
become more of a fantasy than something we had actually
done.
I was in the produce section of the local grocery store
checking out a special on corn on the cob when I felt a
tap on my arm. I turned and saw a young blonde woman
next to me.
"Hi," she said, "I saw you over here, so I thought I
would come over and say hello."
"Hi, how are you?" This was obviously one of those
awkward moments when I ran into someone I should
remember that I just couldn't place. Phil called these
moments 'brain farts.' As I looked at her face and
clothing I became more sure that I really didn't know
her, however. She was probably ten years younger than
me, so I likely wouldn't have run into her at a social
function or at school with the kids. She was slim and
seemed athletic. "I'm sorry, I can't seem to place
where we've met," I said, apologetically.
"Oh, well, we've never actually met. Well, I mean, you
were the nurse in the intensive care unit at County
General when my dad was there for recovery after his
bypass. I guess I just wanted to thank you for
everything."
"Well, you're welcome," I told her. I felt less awkward
now, but I was still uncomfortable with the unsolicited
praise. "Nursing is a calling for me, I guess. I really
enjoy helping people and getting them healthy again.
How's your dad doing?"
"He's fine. Still taking is easy, of course, but he is
doing fine." She didn't appear to ready to move on down
the aisle yet.
"Ok, well, it was nice to meet you," I told her. I
started to push my cart off.
"There's one more thing," she said, moving closer to me
and lowering her voice. "I live in an apartment
building in the next town. I don't have laundry
facilities in my building, so I have to do my laundry
in a Laundromat nearby. I found something interesting
there."
I felt the hairs on my neck start to stand up. It must
be the tape. Our tape of Phil and I having sex. The
tape we made of me sucking Phil's cock while sitting on
his face. The video of me tipping his legs over so he
could come in his own mouth. Me kissing his mouth and
swirling his come on our tongues. Us fucking! My legs
spread widely so the viewer could see everything. She
had the tape and had identified me. We put it out there
for someone to find, but I suddenly had a stone in my
stomach. My feelings must have translated to my face.
"Oh."
"Yeah. 'Oh,'" she said quietly. "I found that tape of
you and some guy. Your husband, boyfriend, whatever,
doing all kinds of stuff. I watched it over and over
again. I got pretty hot watching it. I showed it to
some other people, too"
"Other people?" I asked, shakily. "So, what's the deal?
Why are you telling me this. We left the tape and you
found it. Enjoy it." My mind was working furiously,
trying to figure out where she was taking this.
"Yeah, I showed it to some other people. My boyfriend's
seen it, and a couple of other people as well. They
don't know who you are, though. I think we need to talk
about this a little more," she said. She leaned even
closer, "I want you to come over to my place to talk
about this. When can you come?"
"I don't know that I want to come over. What do we have
to talk about? It's just a tape we made for fun." I
didn't like this at all.
"I think that you do want to come over. Otherwise that
tape could be left somewhere else... Like the lunchroom
at County General..."
"NO! You wouldn't do that! I mean why," I asked
frantically, "why would you do that?"
"Just come over. We'll talk about it. Look, tomorrow is
Sunday. How about 11:00 a.m.? Is that convenient for
you?" she asked. I found myself nodding and she handed
me a slip of paper with her address on it. "My name is
Susan. Your name is...?"
"Mary." I just stood there and when I looked up she was
gone. I was reeling with the realization that
everything had just changed and I was in a very bad
spot. Clearly, she was going to blackmail me into
something, into doing something, probably sexual. I
just walked off and left my cart of groceries in the
aisle as I made my way to my car. As I drove home I was
gripping the wheel.
When I got home I found Phil working at his bench in
the garage and just exploded on him, babbling out the
story of the encounter with the blonde Susan in the
store, her implied threat, and how idiotic we had been
to make a tape and leave it for someone to fine. Phil
put his arms around me as I collapsed into him,
sobbing.
"God, what am I going to do, Phil?"
"Well, you're going to go find out what she wants.
That's all you can do." After he calmed me down our
house got busy with company coming over for a big
dinner which got my mind focused on something else. I
was really busy, having to innovate on the menu as I'd
left everything at the store. I pulled a bunch of stuff
out of the freezer and pulled it off in my usual style.
Bedtime finally came and Phil snuggled up to me from
behind, put his arms around me and whispered in my ear.
"You still thinking about tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I answered." I mean, what if she wants me to...
do things? I don't know what to think, Phil. What does
it mean to us? You're on the tape, too, you know."
"I've been thinking about that. Honestly, it kind of
turns me on." I realized I was feeling his hardening
cock pressing into the naked cheeks of my ass. I
flipped over quickly to face him. "WHAT?"
"Think about it," he said quietly, calming me. "Maybe
all she wants is to play around a little. It wouldn't
be the first time you were with a woman." He nudged my
ribs and moved his fingers up and tweaked my hardening
nipple. I was conscious of my pussy moistening from his
touch.
"That was one time. And it was college. And Beth and I
were both drunk and embarrassed afterward. Well, it was
two times; we did it again in the morning after we woke
up. But that was different than this, Phil! What is she
doing, blackmailing me? Us?"
"Think about it, is all I'm saying. How rough can she
be on you. You'll end up knowing her, too, and you can
just call the cops if she gets too weird. Sure, it
would be embarrassing – "
"Shit, Phil, embarrassing? It would end my career, or
at least my job at County General. Probably your job,
too. What about the kids, for Christ's sake?"
He rolled me on my back and moved on top of me, my legs
parting to accommodate his weight. He reached down and
easily slid into my wet pussy. Why was I wet? I was
terrified about where this was going!
"Think about it," Phil whispered into my ear as he
slowly pumped his length in and out of me. "Doesn't the
idea of being coerced into doing something kind of a
turn on? Something sexual? We've fantasized about the
sex slave thing..."
"Yeah, I guess the fantasy it one thing but this is the
real deal... God, just fuck me, Phil," I said
breathlessly. He picked up the pace, stroking his cock
in and out of me, pulling out until just the tip was at
my opening and then riding into me in a smooth stroke
until I could feel his balls flop onto my ass cheeks. I
was soaking, flooding around his cock.
Did the idea of being blackmailed into something by
Susan really, subconsciously turn me on? I focused on
the cock sliding in and out of me and felt myself
starting to approach an orgasm. We both seemed to be on
the same wavelength, and as I felt a series of spasms
start deep in my pussy and work out, shaking my whole
body, I felt Phil tense and then buck into me as he
filled me with four healthy blasts of his semen. I fell
into a fitful sleep, thinking and dreaming about the
next day and meeting Susan.
The morning passed quickly. There was the normal
routine of getting Phil and the kids out the door. They
were taking the boat out to the lake and that meant
packing lunches and drinks, and making sure they had
all of the clothes and coats they needed. Phil gave me
an encouraging hug and a kiss and told me he would get
home as soon as he could to hear about what happened
with Susan.
I couldn't figure out what to wear to meet my
blackmailer. I settled on a casual dress, sans
stockings as my legs were tanned, and some sandals. I
put on some nice lingerie, almost sure that I would be
on display for Susan, and maybe someone else. As I was
getting dressed I realized my pussy was soaked. Phil
was right! I was very turned on by this situation, at
least as much as I was revolted by it. I stripped my
clothes off and lay on my bed, spreading my legs. I
pulled out a small dildo and a vibrator from my bedside
drawer and quickly got myself off with a noisy orgasm.
I was focusing on the probably that Susan would want be
to do something to her. The dildo got me thinking about
having a cock in me, one belonging to someone I didn't
know, that I would be forced to satisfy. Maybe her
boyfriend or one of the people she showed our sex tape
to.
After coming, I dried the lubrication from my pussy and
got dressed. I locked up and drove from out house,
looking back at it in the mirror and thinking about how
my perspective would change and what things I would
have done by the time I returned.
Susan's building was easy to find in the next town,
close the the Laundromat where we had left the tape for
her to find. I caught the elevator to her floor and
found her apartment. Shortly after ringing the bell she
answered the door wearing some gray sweats. I could see
past her into a hall leading into the apartment.
"Hey, Mary, I'm glad you could make it. Come in." I got
the impression she was saying this for the benefit of
anyone listening in the hallway. After closing the door
her tone changed. "It was smart of you to come. It will
be easier is you just follow my instructions."
"Now wait a minute, Susan..." I started.
"No. This is how it's going to be. I hold your job and
your reputation in my hands. You're going to do exactly
what I tell you to do. And if the tape is any
indication, you'll love it anyway," she said with a
laugh. "Let's go into the living room."
I followed her, resigned that she had me. A man was
seated on the couch. "This is my boyfriend, Peter.
Peter this is Mary. She is our new toy. How do you like
her?" Peter stood up without saying anything, walked
over to me and started kissing me deeply on the mouth.
I gave out a muffled objection through the kiss, but
gave in to him as he probed my mouth with his tongue. I
felt his hands reach around me, searching for the
zipper to my dress. He slowly zipped it down and
allowed my dress to drop to the floor.
"Um, nice lingerie," Peter said, admiringly. "Honey,"
he said to Susan, "How come you never buy this kind of
stuff?"
Susan came up behind me and undid the hooks, releasing
my breasts into Peter's hands. "Oh, it seems like a
waste of money to buy something that doesn't stay on
very long anyway. It does look nice on you, though,
Mary."
"Um, thanks. I guess. So, what are we doing?" I asked.
Mary suddenly wrapped her arms around me and brought
her lips to my mouth. Before I knew what she was doing,
she was probing my mouth deeply with her tongue. And I
was kissing her back. She broke the kiss and moved down
to my breast, briefly taking each of my hardened
nipples into her mouth.
"Well, we are going to fuck you, Mary," Susan said,
with a whisper. "Peter's going to fuck you, I'm going
to use you and I'm going to have some friends over,
too, in a little while. You are our toy. The rule is
this: you do what we say, and you get to keep your
private life private. Any refusals, and copies of that
tape get left all over the hospital. Got it?"
"Yes," I said quietly. She brushed her lips to mine.
"Good. Let's go into the bedroom. You'll be spending
the rest of the day in there today."
We walked in and Susan slid my panties down when we
stopped inside the door. Peter pulled me onto the bed
and began kissing me again. He ran his hands over my
body, down from my neck, over my breasts, across my
stomach and stopping at my trimmed bush.
"Spread your legs, Mary. Wide open." He said. As I did,
he rolled off of the bed and picked up a digital camera
off of the dresser.
"We need some more photos of you, Mary. Pull your pussy
lips apart."
"But, wait..." I started. The last thing I needed was
more photographic evidence of me floating around.
"Mary. Pull your pussy lips apart," Peter said, firmly.
I complied. I was soaking, my pussy literally running
with moisture, and I hated myself for it, for giving in
when I should have been furious with Susan and Peter. I
saw Susan stripping in the corner of the bedroom
revealing a well-toned body with smallish breasts under
her blonde head of hair. The room erupted in flashes at
ten-second intervals for the next few minutes. "Reach
over to the night stand drawer and take out the dildo
in there. It doesn't look like you need any lube. Slide
it in," Peter instructed as he worked the camera. I
felt myself getting over the anger and shame of the
situation and becoming more turned on. After a few
minutes I started pounding my cunt with the six-inch
dildo without being told by Peter. "Nice job, Mary.
Just a few more. You are popular with our friends. They
love your video."
"I'll take over on that," said Susan as she climbed
onto the bed. She grasped the based of the dildo and
started pumping it in and out of me at a faster rate of
speed. After looking me in the eye for a moment, she
dropped her face down to my pussy and started
rhythmically nibbling my clit. I started to approach my
orgasm quickly. Peter put the camera back on the
dresser and stripped, revealing a healthy bush of pubic
hair and a thick, circumcised cock, a little shorter
than my husband Phil's. As Susan worked on my clit
while pushing the dildo in and out of me in a steady
motion, Peter climbed on the bed and offered his
hardening cock to my mouth. I licked the little drop of
pre-cum from the tip, and then took him in deeply,
enjoying the sensation as he hardened more completely
as I bathed him with my tongue. Thanks so Susan's
efforts, I came hard, taking my mouth off of Peter to
moan as the spasms wracked my body.
They switched places quickly as I was lost in my
orgasm. Phil pulled the dildo out of my pussy and
replaced it with his cock. He rubbed the head around my
vaginal lips, and the slowly pushed it in until he
bottomed out, the base of his cock making contact with
my still-twitching clit. He was shorter than Phil, but
seemed a lot thicker. I realized he hadn't paused to
put a condom on which meant another stranger, a person
whose history I didn't know, was going to be coming in
me shortly. The danger of that seemed to turn me on
even more, and my pussy began flooding around Peter's
cock, getting reading for his fucking.
While Peter was sliding into me, Susan leaned down and
gave me a very sweet series of kisses on the face, and
then began deep kissing me on the mouth. I remember
from kissing Beth in college those women really are
better kissers. More feeling and from the soul or
something. Susan broke off the kiss and spoke to me
quietly.
"So, how do you like this being told to fuck someone
you don't know? Huh? You slut, does it turn you on? Get
ready to eat my pussy!" she said with a hint of
meanness. The sense of power in the situation was
getting to her. With that she slid up, hiked a leg over
my face and lowered herself onto my face. Her pussy was
shaved around her lips except for a small dark blonde
patch on her mound. I sunk my tongue between her folds
and found she was flowing. Her lubrication was thick
and heavy and tasted almost sweet. She was obviously
very turned on by my submission to her. I ran my tongue
past her inner lips and into her vagina where the taste
was a little saltier. I circled her opening several
times causing her to moan and squirm on my face.
About this time Peter started really going at me,
fucking his cock in and out of me forcefully. I let out
a moan between the breaths that were forced out of me
each time Peter's cock entered me. I moved my tongue
from Susan's flowing vagina up to her clit and started
licking up and down the length of her nub in the
systematic rhythm I knew would allow her to concentrate
more easily and come quickly.
I felt Peter speed up as he approached his orgasm. His
movement in and out of my pussy became more frantic and
suddenly he froze for a moment and then sunk his length
into me one last time as I felt him pulsing, sending
shot after shot of semen deep into me. I had a mini-
orgasm with him as I continued to focus on bringing
Susan off.
"Yeah, I felt you come, Mary," She said. "This is
turning you on, too, being our toy. Doing what we tell
you. Being forced. Isn't it?" Not waiting for an answer
from me I felt her stiffen and start shaking as her
orgasm started. She forced herself down on my face,
searching for more pressure as her pleasure rose, and I
felt like I was going to be suffocated my her sweet-
tasking pussy. Susan started to ease up as her orgasm
subsided and she fell off of me, lying next to me on
the bed. She moved up and started kissing me deeply on
the mouth again.
We lay like that for a few minutes, getting ourselves
together. The weirdness of my situation suddenly struck
me; I was lying on a bed, naked, with two people I
didn't know after just having had sex with them. I
would have almost laughed it I hadn't remembered I was
there because they had threatened me. My thoughts were
interrupted by the ringing of the apartment doorbell.
"Right on time," Peter said. He and Susan both got up
and put on some robes as the left the bedroom. "You
stay here," Susan told me, shutting the door as she
left.
Short time later the bedroom door opened and Susan
walked in, followed by a pimply-faced young man wearing
a red and blue uniform and hat. "Mary, we ordered a
pizza to be delivered, but we realized we don't have
any money. This nice young man agreed that he wouldn't
charge us if you fucked him. I told him you would be
more than happy to." She walked up to me and whispered
in my ear, "Remember, Mary, you have to do everything
we say. With whoever." She turned and closed the door
behind her, leaving the young man standing there and me
speechless.
"So, do I take my clothes off, or what," he asked. I
just nodded at him. I knew that this was a test and
that if I didn't let this kid have sex with me Susan
and Peter would distribute the tape. He quickly
stripped, revealing a gangly frame with no hair on his
chest. His cock got my attention, long and skinny, with
a long set of balls hanging below it. "Will you suck me
first?" He asked. I just got on my knees and approached
him where he was standing beside the bed.
From his taste I knew that his hygiene was poor,
typical of a late teen male. He had a musky smell, with
a scent on urine from being a little too quick on the
'shake' when he peed. His cock had that youthful
strength and was standing straight up. I found the
situation arousing anyway, and took the tip of his cock
between my lips and then took him fully into my mouth.
I pulled off of him and licked down the underside of
his shaft, down his sack to his two balls. I took each
one into my mouth and licked carefully so as not to
injure him. He moaned with pleasure and I could see his
cock twitching above me. I thought for a moment that he
was going to shoot his load right then, but he calmed
down. I pulled my mouth off of him and got up on my
knees to look into his face.
"How old are you?" I asked. I was afraid of what his
answer might be. "I'm nineteen," he replied. I was
relieved in one sense.
"Have you ever done this before? Been with a woman, I
mean?"
"Hell yeah! I mean, well, yeah, lots of times." I knew
he was lying. I had a nineteen year-old virgin on my
hands. As weird as this whole situation and my status
as a blackmailed sex toy was, I wanted to make this
kid's experience decent so that he would have a shot at
a 'regular' sex life.
"Ok." I told him and kissed him on the mouth. I pulled
him down onto the bed and lay there with him, kissing,
and letting him roam around my body with his hands and
fingers. As we kissed I let him know what I liked with
little moans and sounds as he inserted his fingers into
my soaking pussy, found my clit and went around to
insert a finger into my ass.
I finally pulled him on top of me and, reaching down,
guided his cock into me. He slid in easily as I was
well-lubed with my own juices and Peter's come. He went
wild at first, pumping in and out of me like a dog in
heat, until I put some pressure on his back with my
hands, indicating he should slow down and enjoy me and
let me enjoy him. After slowing down he settled into a
steady rhythm. Our crotches were soaked with wetness as
his strokes drove Peter's come out of me. His penis was
much longer than Phil's or Peter's, but skinnier in
girth than either of them. I liked how far he was able
to get into me.
"It's so hot, so hot. I'm... I'm going to come," he
said between hard breaths.
"I know. Just left is happen. Just let your come go.
Let it shoot into me. I want you to come in me." I told
him, holding him gently as he rocked in and out of me.
He started to spasm and I could feel him shoot his load
deep into me, adding his come to Peter's. As he came he
kissed me deeply and sweetly, confirming that I was his
first. I let him lay on me for awhile soaking his cock
in me and I finally pushed myself out from under him.
My thoughts were straying to what Susan and Peter were
planning next. I checked the clock on the nightstand
and it was only 1:30 p.m. The afternoon was going
slowly. My delivery boy got off of the bed and slowly
got dressed, looking sheepishly at me the whole time.
When he was finally ready to leave the bedroom, he
paused.
"So, thank you. I mean that. That was incredible. Thank
you. What's your name, anyway?" he asked.
"Mary. My name is Mary and you are very welcome."
"I'm sorry about making you pay for the pizza and all.
It's kind of weird, I know. I've read stories about
this before, but... Well, thank you again." I didn't
say anything as he left the room. I also realized that
I hadn't gotten his name.
I got up and found the master bathroom and used the
toilet and brushed my hair. After taking a sponge bath
to clean up the traces of the sex I'd been having, I
put on a robe I found hanging behind the door and
walked out into the living room. I found Susan and
Peter talking to an older man seated on a couch. Peter
had gotten dressed.
"You were right. She is a looker," the man said to
Susan.
"Mary, this is... Jim. Jim this is Mary." Susan was
looking at me with a smile on her face. "Mary, take Jim
into the bedroom and show him a good time." I started
to open my mouth to voice an objection, when Susan said
sharply, "Mary, please be nice to Jim." Susan's glare
let me know what was expected. Peter just sat there
taking it all in.
I nodded to 'Jim' and he followed me into the bedroom
and closed the door. He quickly took off his clothes
and jumped onto the bed like a kid. I dropped the
bathrobe and slid under the covers next to him, taking
in his nakedness. He pulled me closed to him and,
wasting no time with talk, began kissing me. I was
reluctant at first, but soon, as always, warmed up and
gave in to him. He liked sticking his tongue as far
into my mouth as he could and probing the back of my
tongue with his.
His hands were large and groped me roughly. He slid two
of his fingers into me abruptly and I swooned with the
sensation. He started pumping them in and out of me and
I groaned into his mouth through out kiss
involuntarily. I reached for him and found his thick
stubby cock already hard and lubricating itself. I felt
my mouth water as my finger caressed the head of his
cock feeling the dripping pre-cum seeping out. I broke
the kiss and moved under the covers toward his waste. I
wanted his cock, to taste it, to take that sweet drip
of pre-cum onto my tongue. And I did.
I started jacking his cock up and down lightly as I
wrapped my lips around him and began suctioning the tip
of his cock. He had loose folds of skin on the shaft
which moved easily with my hand as I jerked him.
"Climb on top. I want to fuck you. I'm getting ready to
come." This guy knew what he wanted. I took my mouth
off of him and pushed him on his back and swung my leg
over. I reached down as I squatted over his waist and
guided his cock into my pussy. I slowly slid myself
down on him all the way. He was thick!
Immediately I started to impale myself on him, rocking
up and down. He joined me and started bucking his hips
up to meet me. After twenty strokes I sensed him
approaching the end. His eyes popped open and he looked
directly into mine as he stiffened and began shaking,
shooting his come up into me. I kept moving my pussy up
and down his shaft until I felt him start to get soft.
I was going to get on the bed next to him and cuddle or
at least relax. Even though I had no idea who this man
was, I had just fucked him and my habit was to hold,
stroke and comfort my lover. This guy was off the bed
in a minute and getting dressed. I followed suit,
getting up and putting on my bathrobe. We both exited
the bedroom and walked into the living room where Susan
and Peter were still sitting.
"Well, what did you think?" asked Peter.
"That was great. You were right. Thanks buddy," replied
'Jim.' As I watched, he took his wallet out of his
pants pocket, pulled out two $50 bills and handed them
to Peter. He then walked out the door of the apartment.
"What was that?" I was beside myself. "You, what, took
money for me? I'm a whore??" I couldn't believe this.
"That's right. And you're a cheap one," Peter laughed.
He walked over to me, pulled the bathrobe up, bent me
over an overstuffed chair and entered me from behind in
one stroke. He fucked me furiously, and I could feel
the mix of semen running down my legs. Peter came
quickly and pulled out immediately. "Clean this slime
off my dick, Mary." I was beyond thinking and did as I
was told. I licked and cleaned his length of the thick
goo from my pussy that coated his cock. As I was
cleaning the crusty residue from the base of Peter's
cock, Susan began talking.
"Peter went out on the street and picked him up for
you, Mary. I called him 'Jim,' but the truth is I don't
know his name. We've never seen him before. He was just
some guy off of the street. You're a street whore, now.
What do you think of that?" Susan asked. I didn't know
what to say. As I stood up Susan walked over to me and
slid two fingers into my pussy. She pumped them in and
out of me a few times, spreading the flow of come all
over my crotch. "Go and get dressed. We done with you
for today," Susan said. "We've gotten enough material
for awhile." I looked at her, dumbfounded.
Susan took me into the bedroom and turned on the
lights. There were small video cameras mounted on the
four corners of the room. "We made another video of the
whole thing!"
After I got dressed Susan walked me to the door of the
apartment. "The deal stands, Mary. You are ours. We'll
call you.," she said as she pushed me out the door. As
I walked shakily back to my car, I couldn't see where
this was going to end.
I got home in one piece, stripped off my clothes and
stepped into the shower. Phil and the kids got home
from the lake just as I walked out of the bedroom. I
tasked the kids with putting all of the boating gear
away. Phil got me alone quickly with a questioning look
on his face.
"So, how did it go?" He asked.
"Well, it was as bad as I thought it was going to be.
They are blackmailing me. For sex. They had me do all
kinds of things, Phil, and it doesn't look like it will
stop anytime soon. I'm just afraid that they'll figure
out they can get you involved, too." I couldn't see how
we would ever get out of this.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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