By C. Kross

Part 1

I’m just an average guy, who, like any other red-blooded male, appreciates and loves beautiful and sexy women. I love the way women smell, look, feel, taste, even their sexy voices are so alluring and arousing. The way they move their hips when they walk in those high-heeled pumps that make their legs look so shapely and tighten their asses and push out their tits. The guy who invited those high-heeled shoes should have a holiday named after him.

I’ve been with my wife for a little over four years now and I have never once cheated on her in those four years. I was a senior in college and she was a senior in high school when we started dating. A year after she graduated high school, we were married.

She was going to college at the time and was balancing her school work and planning a wedding. But, she pulled it off. After I graduated from college with a degree in business, I joined my dad’s stockbrokerage firm and immediately began making money. It also helped that I had a trust fund, so that paid for my wife’s college and our beautiful new home. My wife graduated college this year and was taking a break, and then she is going to put out her resumes. But, I digress…

Present day… So, yeah, I’m laying here tied to a bed blindfolded. I bet you are wondering how I got to this point in my life. Well, that’s not my wife over there dressed in a black leather dress. That’s my wife’s best friend. I bet you’re thinking I’m having an affair with her. If only it were that easy. Actually I wish it were that easy. Then I could just slowly slip away. But, Kendra, that’s my wife’s best friend’s name, pretty much owns me now.

Kendra may look hot and sound hot and dress hot, but the truth is she is worse than any blood-sucking female on this planet. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. Remember that movie Fatal Attraction? Where the Glen Close goes insane over Michael Douglas? I’m betting every guy in America has seen that movie at least once. Well, mere child’s play compared to what I have had to endure over the past couple of months. And Kendra wasn’t even the one I had cheated with in the first place!

Yeah, I cheated on my wife, Beth. Beth, my beautiful tall blonde with the most gorgeous tits, ass and legs a guy could want. So, why did I cheat on her then, you ask? Well, I wasn’t planning on cheating on her, it just happened one night.

So, now I am lying on this bed tied up with a blindfold on waiting for more punishment for a mistake I began six months ago. A mistake I will pay for the rest of my life.

Let me take you back about six months and get you up to speed on the life I have created for myself. Maybe you will sympathize, maybe you won’t. Maybe you will think this is what I deserve. Regardless of what you think of me, I will tell you what happened…

I’m a wealthy, successful stockbroker. I’ve made a lot of money for myself and others. One night after I was leaving the office, one of my colleagues asked if I wanted to go out for a few drinks, he had wanted to give some stock tips and didn’t want to stay at the office anymore.

We left in separate cars and arrived at a bar about ten minutes from the office. It was our hangout. We knew the bartenders and they always were very friendly to us. I’m not a drunkard by any means, but I like to unwind after a long day of stock trading sometimes with a few top shelf Scotch’s… served neat.

We walked in and the bartender behind the counter yelled out to us, “Hey guys!” We walked over and sat at the bar in front of him. Keith was our favorite bartender. We sat down and he had our drinks in front of us almost immediately.

“So, how’s the market, Dan?” Dan is my name.

“Okay, I guess.” I never really liked discussing the market with those who weren’t a client or colleague. I always felt like non-colleagues and non-clients were always trying to get free tips or something and it always made me feel awkward.

Steve, my colleague, and I were discussing some things about the stock market that could potentially make us a lot of money. A lot more than we already have. I made so much money that Beth didn’t really have to work ever. But, I am always up for making more. Face it, who isn’t, right?

I was talking to Steve at the bar, and in walked a gorgeous, tall redhead with long flowing wavy hair, a heart shaped ass, round firm but bouncy tits and a face that could have easily been on the cover of a fashion magazine. My draw must have dropped, because I didn’t hear Steve say, “Hey Dan, drool much?” He had said it a few times.

“Huh? What? Nah.” I said. Trying to cover up my attraction to this woman. She walked straight towards me. I actually felt myself getting nervous. Me. A guy, who swaggers, not walks into a room. Me. The guy who had four different women in one night whole I was in high school. Yeah, me. I was nervous as this beautiful feminine creature walked towards me.

“Hey there stud.” She said with a straight face.

“Hey Julie!” The bartender said, “What’s up?”

“Just flew in and mom said you were working, so I decided to come by and see how things are.” She said to Keith, the bartender.

“Just working as always.” He said while cleaning some glasses. “Hey guys,” He looked at Steve and I and said, “This is my little sister Julie. Keep an eye on her and make sure no creeps bother her. I have to go to the stock room and pick up some more alcohol. Be back in a few.” Then he left.

“So, you are my babysitter now?” She said as she looked at me. Her long sexy fingers with red painted nail polish had picked up a cherry from the bar and she slowly put the whole cherry in her mouth. She looked at me and slowly chewed the cherry, smiling at me the whole time. A minute later, she pulled out the cherry stem tied in a knot and showed it to me. “Silly trick in college I learned.” She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth that had been hiding behind her full red lips. Then she leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “Just imagine what my tongue could do to you.”

I felt my neck getting hot. Hell, my whole body was heating up. I must have had a weird expression on my face because when the bartender returned, he looked at me funny. “You okay man?”

“Your friend here said he wants to fuck me.” She told her brother.

The bartender looked at me, then his sister and then burst out laughing. “Damn it Julie! You will never change! You had me there for a minute! Like you would actually fuck Dan here.”

I’m not sure if that was an insult or not. Why wouldn’t she fuck me? I’m a good-looking guy. I had four girls in one night in high school, remember?

“Julie likes to tease men, even though she is a lesbian.” He smirked.

“For Christ’s sake, Keith!” She yelled at her brother, “I was going through a phase when I was in college!” She giggled.

“Julie, you’re still in college!” He shouted back to her.

“I’m in law school now. Big difference. Now, I like to hear both sides of the story from men and women.” She smiled at me and winked.

“Dan here is a stockbroker.” The bartender said.

“That’s funny. I just heard a joke from my friend Liz the other day about a stockbroker… what was it.. oh yeah. Two women were walking through the woods when a frog called out to them and said: "Help me, ladies! I am a stockbroker who, through an evil witch's curse, has been transformed into a frog. If one of you will kiss me, I'll be returned to my former state!" One woman took out her purse, grabbed the frog, and stuffed it inside her handbag. The other woman screamed, "Didn't you hear him? If you kiss him, he'll turn into a stockbroker!" The second woman replied, "Sure, but these days a talking frog is worth more than a stockbroker!"” We all laughed.

“Nice one Julie.” Her brother said. “My shift is over and I am going to head out. You coming with me?” He asked Julie.

“Nah. I think I am going to hang out here for a while. I’ll catch up with you at mom’s tomorrow.”

“Okay, be careful sis. Talk to you tomorrow!” Then he left.

“Well, I should be going too. The wife is making dinner tonight and I promised her I wouldn’t be too late.” He drank the last drink out of his glass, “Talk to you tomorrow Dan. Julie, nice you.” Steve then left.

For some reason, intuition maybe? Stupidity? I reached down and slid my wedding ring off and slid it into my pants pocket.

Julie started flirting with me and I responded and within minutes we had our tongues down each other’s throat. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't resist. I mean what guy wouldn't want a young hot twenty-something year old hitting on them?

“Let’s go back to your place.” She whispered in my ear.

I knew that wasn’t possible. Beth was there. I had to think fast. “My room mates are home tonight, why don’t we get a hotel room?”

“I don’t care where we go, as long as we go.” She said. She grabbed her purse and we went to the closest hotel we could find. I checked us in and we headed up the elevator to our suite. Beth was expecting me home, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel this gorgeous woman’s naked body in my arms and against my naked body.

After what seemed like ages of our tongues down each other’s throat, She took off her blouse and I started to play with her tits through her red lace bra. It wasn't long before I removed her bra and lowered my mouth to suck on her very hard nipples. While I was doing this she was rubbing my increasingly hard cock through my pants. I unbuttoned them for her and taking her hand I placed it inside my pants on top of my boxers.

She took the hint and placed her hand inside my boxers and grabbed me around my cock and started to stroke me slowly but with a good firm hold of my shaft.

As she was stroking me I was undressing her and getting her naked. I grabbed hold of the bottom of her skirt to pull it off just leaving her in her red panties, half sitting and half lying on the bed watching me. As I was standing I undid my buttons on my shirt and took it off and then pulled of my own pants, socks and boxers so I stood in front of this hot young girl naked. Her eyes were staring at my rock hard cock.

I started to stroke myself in front of her. Julie pulled her panties aside and rubbed her clit as I stroked myself while watching her.

She saw how hard my cock was getting and decided she wanted to taste it. I told her to sit on my face, because I wanted to taste her sweet young pussy juices. She straddled me on top of my face in a sixty-nine position. I was looking up at her pink pussy that was completely shaven. Her lips were swollen and wet with excitement. I began sucking and licking her pussy and then slid my tongue inside. She tasted so fresh, so sweet. Her pussy nectar just glided into my mouth and down my throat like sweet honey.

I slid my tongue deep inside her pussy hole and she began to fuck my tongue as she sucked on my cock. She was taking it deep down her throat. I was so aroused that it didn't take long until I couldn't take much more so I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her off of me and turned her around and bent her over the side of the bed and I slowly penetrated her. Her pussy was so wet and hot my cock was like a hot knife slicing through butter as it entered her pussy.

While I was fucking her from behind I placed my hand around her, between her legs and started to rub her clit hoping to make her cum on my cock. Her clit was so swollen and hard as it pulsated under my finger.

I knew I was close to cumming, so I started hammering away at her pussy, as her tits were bouncing up and down.

At this point I knew I wanted to hold on as long as possible so I pulled my cock out and laid on the bed, Julie was looking at my hard cock glistening from her pussy juices.

I took Julie and turned her to face me and got her to lower herself onto me and again we started fucking. She was riding me very hard. I reached down and started playing with Julie's clit again. I felt Julie’s body begin to quiver as she neared her first orgasm. Her pussy tightened around my cock and as she released her body muscles, she came all over me. She kept fucking me and came two more times.

When I was ready to cum I pulled out of her and pushed her off me onto the floor. She turned to look at me with her mouth open and didn't object to me placing my cock right inside it. I filled her mouth with my hot cum. She swallowed every last drop of it.

After I had finished cumming I collapsed onto the bed thinking about what the fuck just happened, and of course feeling a bit guilty. I caught Julie’s eye and she smiled at me. Even though I was feeling guilty, I was also relaxed and fell asleep.

I had called Beth from the office earlier that night telling her that I was working late. She didn’t like me going to the bar after work to drink, so when I did, I would tell her that I was working late. It wasn’t unusual for me to work all night, come home, take a shower, eat breakfast then go back to work, or even sleep a little before I went back to work. It didn’t seem to cause any problems and Beth fully trusted me. Maybe that was her biggest mistake.

I awoke a few hours later, which was early the next morning still naked and Julie was still in my arms, naked as well. I got up picked my clothes up and began to dress.

“Mmmm….” Julie began to stir in bed as she woke up. “Rushing home to the wife?”

“Yeah.. what?” I was surprised. She knew I was married?

“Relax, I know you’re married. I saw your wedding ring on your finger when I first walked into the bar last night.” She said.

“But….” I stammered.

“I’m studying to be a lawyer, I have to pay attention to details.” She paused and continued, “Besides, that’s why I was hitting on you in the first place. I knew you were married. In fact, I prefer married guys. No strings attached. I have enough on my plate with law school without having to worry about a relationship with someone.” She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “A woman has needs too, you know.” She said as she blew out cigarette smoke.

“You knew I was married all this time then?” I asked.

“Of course. If you don’t mind, I would like to see you again. You know, have an affair. Ever have one of those?” She asked.

“No, actually, this was my first time.” I felt ashamed about it too.

“Well, what little wifey doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” I go to school about two hours from here, so we can see each other once or twice a week if it’s cool with you.” She got up and started dressing.

Once we were both dressed and ready to go. She asked me for my cell phone. “Why do you want my cell phone?” I asked nervously.

“I’m gong to call your wife.” She was smiling.

“Wha… wha?” I was fucked now.

“Ha ha ha… got you. No, I am just going to add my number to your contacts list.” She punched some keys on my cell phone and tossed the cell phone back to me. “It’s under J. Redd. Not my real last name, but I love the color red.”

I’ll be visiting my parents for a few days, so if you want to meet up again before I leave, call me.” She walked out the door.

I walked out shortly after her. In case anyone saw us leave together I knew. I know, I probably wouldn’t run into anyone I knew, but you can never be too careful.

I got home, showered and crawled into bed with my wife, who was still sleeping. It was about 4:00 a.m. She kissed me and I kissed her back, and then I fell asleep exhausted and thinking about the events that had happened that night. I wasn’t sure if I was going to see Julie again. It was very tempting though, but I felt like a jackass for cheating on Beth. Too tired to contemplate what I was going to do, I fell asleep holding Beth in my arms.

The next morning, I got up and Beth was already downstairs cooking breakfast. I walked over to her as always and kissed her good morning. “Good morning.” I said.

“Well, good morning sleepyhead. What time did you get in last night? I took a sleeping pill and fell asleep early, so I was pretty knocked out last night.”

“I don’t know. It was late though. I had a lot of work to do.” I hated lying to her. I ate breakfast and left for work.

I wish I could say that I never called or saw Julie again. But, I would be lying. Yeah, I’m an asshole. I have begun having an affair with Julie.

It went on for a couple of months. One night, I decided to take Julie out to dinner. It was in the town she was attending college. I had told my wife that I was going to attend a business seminar and that I would be gone for the weekend. Yeah, I was attending a seminar once or twice a month now. Of course the only thing I was learning was how to give Julie one orgasm after another.

We were out at a nice restaurant and then we were going to a hotel. Julie lived in a dorm with other girls, although I wouldn’t have minded a threesome or foursome. We always went to a nice four or five star hotel to stay in. It was like a mini vacation for Julie…. and myself too. Hey, I was making a lot of money to spend and it’s good to treat yourself.

As we were eating dinner, I kept having a feeling that someone was staring at me. You know that feeling? The whole night at dinner, I couldn’t shake it. I felt like I was being watched. Maybe it was just me being paranoid. We left the restaurant and drove over to the hotel.

We walked into our hotel suite and immediately she turned to me and we kissed. Her full lips felt lush and sweet against mine and soon the kiss was a deep passionate kiss with our tongues fully engaged. My hands wrapped around her and caressed her shoulders, down her back to that round ass. She sighed when my fingers gripped those luscious ass cheeks and massaged them. Her hands went to my shirt and unbuttoned it. She dropped it to the floor. She ran her fingers over my chest through my chest hair. We kissed again and then it was my turn to remove her top. I pulled her red cashmere sweater up and over her head. She was wearing a red satin bra which I unfastened in moments and her breasts were free and in my full view. At that point, I had forgotten about the feeling of being watched and stared at. It had left my mind and I was focused on Julie now.

Her nipples were thick, hard, and each surrounded by a wide areola of dark pink. They begged to be touched, licked, sucked and nibbled, which I was eager to do. Her sighs became moans as I explored her breasts, with special attention to her nipples. I loved those nipples of hers. I could give all my attention to them for hours on end.

She arched her back and pressed her breasts to my face. I couldn't get enough of those nubs of flesh as I loved tasting them and feeling how hard they were against my lips, tongue and teeth.

Her hands moved to my pants and pushed them down and they fell to the floor. Her hand went to my boxers and she felt my fully engorged cock in her hand through the thin cotton material. She reached into my boxers and I felt her bare hand to cock contact and I shuddered and added moans of my own.

She stroked me as we kissed, her hand moving up and down my cock slowly and deliberately. She broke our kiss and said, "Let’s go over to the bed" and she guided me along, still holding onto my cock as we walked over to the bedside and she pushed my boxers down and then sat on the bed, pulling me by my cock to stand in front of her and then she put her mouth on my cock. She took it hungrily, with an obvious desire to taste me and feel my hardness in her mouth. Her lips slid all the way down with no hesitation, taking all of my cock, which was about eight inches and pretty thick. Her hand cupped my tight balls as she began to move up and down my cock. I was amazed by her passion for sucking cock.

I loved the lustful side to Julie. I was also amazed at how good she was making me feel as my cock throbbed in her mouth. I put both hands on her head and caressed her hair, but when I held her head firmly, she moaned and took her mouth off my cock. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes that went so well with her read hair. A deadly combination.

Looking up at me she said, "Have my mouth...take it." I understood what she meant immediately. I held her head and began to move my hips, driving my cock into her mouth. Her right hand moved down and into her panties and down between her legs. She closed her eyes at the moment that her fingers began to play with her pussy and clit. She moaned louder and louder as I fucked her mouth, knowing that I was not going to be able to keep myself from cumming much longer.

I took my cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her cheeks, chin and lips, leaving a wet trail of my pre-cum before plunging it back into her warm wet mouth. She opened her mouth and in those beautiful eyes I saw her pleading for my cum, to give it to her. I couldn't hold back and I felt the first jet stream of my cum squirted out of me and into her throat.

I was shooting a load that I knew had to be bigger than anything I did recently. I don’t cum this hard with my wife anymore. Julie can make me cum this hard though. There was just something about her that excited me so much. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the fact that I was cheating on my wife. You know, the taboo of it all.

Julie eagerly took it all, swallowing as fast as I could shoot my cum into her mouth. My cock softened slightly and slipped from her mouth and she licked the head and removed the last remnants of my semen. She licked the tip to get the last few drops as my breathing was restored to something that resembled close to normal.

I put my hands out and she put her hands in mine. I could feel wetness on the fingers of her right hand and pulled that hand to my face. I licked her middle finger and smiled, "I want to taste it from the source." She smiled back and slid her panties down revealing her freshly shaved pussy.

"Mmmmm…" I said, as I smelled her pussy.

Both of us were now naked. I guided her onto her back. I moved onto the bed, too. Gently pulling her legs apart as my face moved down between them. I looked at her swollen pink pussy lips, already glistening with moisture. I smelled her scent again and it inflamed my lust.

I stuck the tip of my tongue out and gently licked those lips, tasting her. She spread her legs even wider and moaned. My tongue parted her lips and went deeper between them. I loved her taste and loved how she moaned and pushed her hips up to make it easier for me to probe her pussy.

My hands massaged her breasts as I feasted on her pussy nectar. My face was already soaked with her juices when she began to make a deep throaty sound, more of a groan than a moan. "Ohhhhh god yes...yessssss!" and she made a sustained hissing sound with the last 'yes'.

I moved up to her clit and found a nub of flesh comparable to those that tipped her ample tits. But this one was smoother and wet and I licked it. Around it, over it. Tentatively at first, then more directly and harder. And she got louder. "Oh yesss, there...yes there!"

Her body began to tense up as her feet moved up on each side of me, giving her leverage to push her pussy up against my face even harder. Her hips began to move in spasm as her moans got even louder. She cried out and pushed her pussy against my face and lips as she orgasmed.

Her juices soaked my face as they flowed freely from her for at least a minute. I was amazed at how long her orgasm lasted but then, as I sensed that she was beginning to come down from that peak, and that her clit would be overly stimulated, I began to lap up the juices from her pussy. I kissed my way up her body, licking and sucking on her breasts for a few moments, then moving up to kiss her again.

"Mmmmm, your face is so wet. Did I do that?" she asked innocently.

"Oh yeah... mmmm… I was drooling over such a sweet tasting pussy."

She giggled and said that it was good to taste herself on my lips. I had only the briefest of moments to ponder as she resumed our kiss and her hands caressed my body softly as I did the Dane to hers. We laid there like that for some time, sharing soft, but passionate kisses, and touching each other, for what seemed like a long time.

Her hand soon found my cock again, and soon it was back to its full hardness and she looked in my eyes and asked, "Fuck me Danny." That was what she was calling me now, Danny. I didn’t mind. I thought it was cute coming from her. I felt my cock get even harder as I heard her say those words.

I could answer only by moving between her legs and positioning myself so that the head of my cock pushed in between her puffy and still soaked lips. I looked into her eyes as I pushed into her, feeling the exquisite pleasure of her wet pussy welcoming my cock.

I loved at how tight she felt around my cock. We kissed again as I held my cock fully inside of her, grinding myself against her for a few moments and making her moan again. I began to move in and out slowly, loving the feeling of her pussy giving my cock the most intimate of caresses.

Our bodies worked together as if we had been lovers for years, her legs wide open and accepting me, her ass and hips working to push back up to me on every forward thrust. In spite of having already cum once, it didn't take long for me to feel the familiar build up of my impending orgasm.

She looked into my eyes and smiled, "This feels so good. I love having you inside me...you're going to make me cum again.... mmmm...yesssss.... like that.... harder..... faster......deeper...give it to me..... oh fuck yessss...almost there.... oh my... yessss.... god, yes...here it is.....oh yess.....I'm cummmnngg!"

As she arched her back and orgasmed, I couldn't hold back and I exploded inside her, filling her with cum as she continued to shake and moan. My cum seemed to last longer than I can ever recall and I felt the combination of her juices and my cum making her pussy so wet that the squishing sounds added to the eroticism of the moment. I stopped thrusting with my still hard cock inside her and kissed her as our passions subsided. Our bodies were covered with a thin film of perspiration and our breathing returned to normal. We kissed again and again until I moved from between her splayed legs to lie beside her and we engaged in soft talk and playful kisses for some time after. Until we both fell asleep.

The next morning was Sunday and I had to go back home. We slept in. I was the first to awake. I got up and noticed a white envelope had been pushed under the door sometimes during the night. It had my name on it. I figured it was a receipt for the room or something. I opened it and inside was a type letter…

“Your secret is known. Meet me in the hotel café at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Alone. Reservation is under Jones. Party of two. Don’t be late.”

It wasn’t signed. My heart dropped and a lump began to appear in my throat. I felt myself begin to perspire a little. That feeling of being watched last night came back to me. I prayed it wasn’t my wife. God, I prayed. I composed myself. I went into the bathroom, burned the letter and flushed it down the toilet. I couldn’t let Julie see this.

I splashed water on my face to calm myself down. I took a couple of deep breaths and returned into the bed beside Julie. She was still sleeping. I wrapped my arms around her naked body.

Thoughts came across my mind as to who this person could be. What they wanted. I was scared to death it was my wife. I didn’t know what I would do. I couldn’t stop seeing Julie. I felt like I was falling in love with her. Although, I hadn’t told her yet. I suddenly felt like I was losing control of my life. I felt like it was suddenly spiraling out of control. Relax. Calm down. Breathe.

Julie woke up and planted soft kisses on my lips. “Mmmm… good morning Danny.” She said.

“Good morning kitten.” I kissed her back. “Check out is in about thirty minutes. I tried to remain calm and composed. I didn’t want to let on to Julie that something was wrong.

“Okay, I’m jumping in the shower. Want to join me?” She tickled me and playfully asked.

“You know once I get in there with you, it will take longer than thirty minutes.” Normally, I would have jumped at the chance to shower and have more sex with her. I wouldn’t have minded paying for a late check out. But, I didn’t want to be late to meet this unknown person at 2:00 p.m. I didn’t want to risk it.

“Oh you old fuddy duddy.” She teased. She got up and went into the shower. I got out of bed and got dressed. When she was done, she came out with water dripping from her body. Even as nervous and scared as I was, she still managed to get my cock hard. God I wanted to fuck her again before we left.

We kissed goodbye and she left. I headed to the café to meet the unknown person who knew about Julie and I.

I left my bag at the check out desk and walked over to the café. There was a hostess standing there. I felt like all eyes were on me. They weren’t, but that is what guilt does to you. That and fear.

“I’m here to meet someone. There is a reservation under Jones for 2:00 p.m. for a party of two.” I nervously told the hostess.

“Oh yes. Your other party member isn’t here yet, but I will sit you at your table.” Wh3 guided me over to my table. It was not in sight of the entrance, so I couldn’t see who was coming into the door.

About five minutes later I heard a voice at my table. It was a familiar voice. “Would you like a Scotch, neat?” I looked up. It was Kendra, my wife’s best friend.

I could barely speak. Mainly, because I didn’t expect it was her and mainly because I knew I was fucked. She would definitely tell Beth about my affair. “Hello Kendra.”

“Hello Dan.” She said, staring coldly at me. “Let’s cut to the chase here.” She sipped her water. “I know you’re cheating on Beth. I saw you last night at the restaurant. I was having dinner with friends and saw you. I followed you to the hotel room with that woman. So, I knew what was going on.” She sipped some more water. “How could you Dan? How could you cheat on my best friend like that?”

“Are you going to tell her?” I asked in a low whisper.

“No, I am not going to tell her.” She paused. “But, this is how things are going to be. I know how your assets work and I don’t want Beth to have any suspicions. I know you have a trust fund with a couple of million in it. I am tired of scraping by every month to pay my bills and mortgage. So, once a month, from now on, you will transfer fifty thousand dollars into my bank account. Starting today.”

“Okay. Anything else?” I was willing to do anything at this point as long as Beth didn’t find out. She would divorce me and take almost everything I had, so fifty grand a month was a reasonable.

“You will stop seeing Julie.” She demanded.

:Okay.”

“One last thing.” She grinned an evil grin. “I am starting a BDSM dungeon in my home in my basement and I am going to be a Dominatrix and you are going to be my first submissive slave I am going to practice on.” She grinned again.

“Wha.. what?” What was BDSM? Submissive slave? I was confused.

“Show up at my house tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. sharp. Tell Beth that you are working late. I don’t care what you tell her; lie to her about why you are going to be out late. You seem to be getting better at lying these days.” She winked at me. “Enjoy the rest of y our day.” She got up and left.

The waitress came and asked if I would like to order. “Yeah, Scotch… neat.”

The next night I arrived at Kendra’s house. Nervous as hell, not knowing what to expect.

Kendra was incredibly fit. She worked out every day. Her body was very sexy with amazing cleavage whenever she wore low-cut tight tops. She was easily a DD cup, curving into a shapely waist. Perfectly straight black hair cascaded down her pale skin and grazed the top of her breasts. Her eyes were a vivid blue; her lips were full with deep red lipstick, her face delicately pretty, yet she did not look vulnerable. She sat on her sofa with one finger, her nails painted a deep red matching her lipstick, in the corner of her mouth.

I could see her through the window as I came up to the door. I paused before I rang the doorbell. She came to the door and opened it. "Hello Dan, come on in." She said with a grin.

"Hi Kendra." I said, my voice a bit weaker than I'd intended. My heart was beating fast. I entered her house.

Shit, what do I say now? What do I normally say to someone who is blackmailing me? The silence of a few seconds seemed excruciating and long. Lucky for me, she broke it.

"So, how many affairs have you had?" she asked me. Not the icebreaker I wanted, but I answered her.

“This is my first one.” Then I added, “And my last one.

She grinned at me, showing flawless white teeth. I never really noticed, but this girl really had it all.

"Most men can't satisfy my needs" she said quietly but sternly, and so suggestively I was embarrassed. I squirmed a little. She seemed to enjoy seeing me squirming.

"So what are your needs?" I stumbled, trying to play along with her game.

"Simple really. I want a man to do whatever I want". Her words frightened me.

"I said at the café that I would do whatever you wanted me to do." I blurted out. I looked down immediately. But when I looked up, she was looking at me with a grin.

"Yes, I know you would do anything to save your marriage and have not Beth find out you have been cheating on her."

"I would do anything." I replied instantly.

She looked me hard in the eyes, and demanded, "Piss yourself."

“Wha.. what?” I couldn't believe she had told me that. I couldn't seriously do that, could I? And did I want to? I don’t know if it was out of fear or nervousness or both, but I realized I'd already started pissing myself. I had panicked.

What if this was a joke? Of course it wasn’t a joke. Shit. I can't stop. I'm going to have to go home tonight with a massive piss stain on the front of my pants. I could feel the hot urine soaking into my pants. Shit. How am I going to explain this to Beth? This was a fucking nightmare... I looked up, waiting for her to look disgusted. But she didn't. She looked surprised, but intrigued. She slowly lent forward, to see the damage I had done to myself.

"I..." I could only mutter. She gave me an evil smile

"Good boy." She said.

She took me by the hand, and led me down to the basement, where she had, what I guessed was a “dungeon” set up as she had told me she would.

Her grip was firm and her walk determined, and even though she was shorter than me, I felt totally in her power.

She led me downstairs and straight into a windowless room in total darkness. She pushed me inside by the back of my head, then shut the door. I stood in total blackness as I heard her stride back into the house. I didn't dare to move around or look for a light, I just stood there, hoping she would come back. I could smell my urine on my pants.

In a couple of minutes, she returned. She held my arms from behind, so I didn't turn around, then let go and the door shut and then locked loudly, creating a sense of fear in me. She flicked a switch and two big ceiling lights came on, revealing, what she referred as her dungeon.

There were devices hanging from the wall that looked liked whips and things that would cause someone a lot of pain. There was a metal bed with four posts on it. On each post there were a pair of handcuffs. From the ceiling, there were chains hanging with straps attached.

With her behind me it created a feeling of being trapped. I had no idea what she might do, but I felt scared. She turned me around and I can honestly say I saw a different side to Kendra that I had never seen before.

She wore black knee high leather boots, black fishnets, black silk panties and a very tight black corset, making her breasts look incredibly huge. Her fair skin could not have looked any paler against her black clothing, and her black hair made the image almost unreal.

She slapped me across my face, hard enough that it stung. "Rule one" she said. "You do not speak until spoken to!"

"Okay" I replied instantly. She slapped me again, in exactly the same spot she had slapped me before.

“Rule two. You will either use ‘yes’ or ‘no’, nothing else, when answering a question.

“I am sorry, yes.” I corrected myself.

"Rule three. You will always address me as Mistress, unless I request something else. I will call you... whatever the fuck I want. Asshole is a good start, do you agree?"

"Yes, mistress." I replied

She smiled and stroked my red cheek. I felt extremely grateful for the soothing attention. She thought for a moment "No, not asshole." She looked down at my wet pants and gave a short, sharp laugh

"Pissy boy. Much better. Lie on the bed, pissy boy." She commanded.

"Yes, mistress." I felt a tinge of humiliation as I lied down. She leaned over me, her breasts only inches from my face.

"You must be the most pathetic little bitch I've ever met. To piss yourself like that, no dignity." She squeezed my cheeks together with the thumb and forefinger and looked me in the eyes and continued speaking, "What a pathetic little cunt you are. Do you think you deserve Beth?"

"No, mistress." I mumbled through my pressed lips.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hair on the back of my head, and forced my head around. I turned my body with it so I was face down.

"Lets get a proper look at you, then, pissy boy." She pulled my shirt over my head, the wet bottom of it brushing against my face. Next, she pulled my shoes and socks off, and finally my piss soaked pants. I was left just in my boxer shorts, and I became aware just how wet they were.

Although, I couldn't see her, I could feel her glare digging into the back of my head, and the rest of me.

"God, you are disgusting, pissy boy, lying in your own piss. I can't believe I let a worthless cunt like you marry my best friend." She grabbed my hands, one at a time, securing them into the handcuffs that were attached to the corners of the bed, they were tight and secured.

She did the same to my ankles. I could tell I wasn’t going to get loose, by no means at all, unless she let me loose. This scared me even more. She did it so quickly. She then pushed my head down into the pillow.

"Look up, pissy boy, and you'll be sorry. A pathetic piece of shit like you is not allowed to look at me. You are not worthy, are you?"

"No, mistress!" I heard her kneel at the end of the bed, between my spread legs, and heard rubbing.

"Oh God, my tits feel good today" she said, to the room more than to me. I heard her hand slide down her body, I could hear every little sound, there was no other noise in the room and it echoed.

"Oh fuck, and my pussy." I heard the soft, wet sound of her finger entering her pussy. "This tight little pussy feels amazing!" She exclaimed loudly, finger sliding in and out of her wet cunt.

I had always loved watching girls masturbate, and even though I had been warned, I couldn't resist this. I realized what she was doing, trying to make look up at her. I must not, even though it was so fucking tempting.

"Oh fuck, my sweet little pussy," she moaned. The sound of fingering stopped briefly, and she sucked hard on her fingers. Quickly she jammed them back in and fucked herself even harder.

"Oh fuck! Oh, my little tight pussy!" she yelled. Blood rushed to my head, I felt panicked, torn between two great desires: to remain obedient and to see her masturbating.

"Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK! Oh!" She was close to cumming. I couldn't help myself. I was just a pathetic little bitch, I had to see her, and I had to.

I turned and knew I had made the right choice... and wrong one at the same time. One of her silky smooth white breasts was hanging out over her corset, the other pressed hard into her corset.

The breast had a small pink nipple, and on instinct I had to suck it, I pulled hard against my restraints, willing them to break, fuck the consequences. I looked down and her fingers had pushed aside her tight little panties, and two of them were pushed deep into her perfect pussy, while the other pressed hard on her little clit. She knelt back, eyes closed, and her moaning got higher pitched,

"Uh, uh, uuuuh" I could smell the aroma of her pussy. She opened an eye and saw me.

I turned my head back into the pillow straight away. She stopped masturbating. I was fucked.

(To Be Continued)