It had been a couple of days since I had been blackmailed into giving a blowjob to my tormentor. I still didn't know who my blackmailer was, other then he was black. Now there someone else was involved and there was a video of me submissively sucking off an anonymous black cock. The whole situation had made me a nervous wreck. I knew I couldn't let the situation continue but no matter what action I considered there was a dreadful outcome. In hindsight I should have been honest with my husband, Greg at the start..
I knew it would have destroyed him and my marriage for that matter.
I hadn't heard anything more from my stalker, I didn't know how I should react to the inactively, part of me was relieved and even then I was still nervous every time my phone buzzed.
I allowed myself to start thinking that maybe this dark episode of my life was finished.
Thursday came around, I was starting to feel better about the whole scenario. The school day went well, I learned I was in the running for the vice principals job. It is a very prestige's position in such a highly regarded private school. A scandal at this stage would ruin my entire career.
I headed home, and started preparing a dinner for us. Greg was going away the next day on on a golf weekend with his mates. I always encouraged him to enjoy himself as he worked long hours and needed the man time.
My phone buzzed. "Hi Jane, its time for more fun." the text read.
"No you lied last time." I replied. I was trying a bluff.
"How do you know I didn't delete the first video."
"Someone else videoed me giving you oral"
"Did I say I would be alone. enough of the shit. who do you want to receive the video first. school, husband?"
"what do you want."
"You Jane, my friend and I are going to fuck you. don't fuck around, you are in no position to say no."
I sat down, I started to cry, he was right. I am an intelligent women and I just couldn't see any alternative. I thought for about 10 minutes.
"Yes but this is it, no more." I texted
"Good girl. we want you tomorrow night"
"That will work."
"8pm. you naked in your bedroom. on you knees facing door. blindfold on. hands behind your back. Have that pretty long hair of yours hanging down."
"Okay." I replied.
All Friday I was a nervous wreck, I couldn't explain it but it felt like I was going on a big date.
My phone buzzed at 7pm. "see you at 8pm."
"Yes" I replied.
I went for a shower, drying off I looked at my naked body. I looked good, no surprise he wanted to fuck me.
I had another white wine, I had been drinking since I had got home just to calm the nerves. As 8pm came around I felt a bit intoxicated, but the alcohol had worked, my nervousness had become more of a feeling of excitement.
I moved to my bedroom, finishing off the last of the wine first.
I followed the instructions and assumed the position. I was being forced to have sex but my body was telling me I was horny and I was wet in anticipation.
I heard the front door, then some quiet talking, I knelt up with my hands behind my back. I could imagine my firm breasts looking good. Greg and I had experimented with blindfolds and some light bondage, I had loved it but Greg wasn't fussed so we didn't continue with it.
I heard someone walk into the bedroom,
"Damn that looks good, you are a good girl." A male voice said, it was the first time I had heard his voice.
"Fuck that's a hot milf." The second person said.