Author's note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Jose had just finished shutting down his work PC and was about to leave the office when a text alert sounded on his mobile phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and read the message.
It was from Drew:
Brew Bro's Laker Game 6 PM B There!
Sorry, 1nt 2 but can't
How come?
No funds
My shout No excuses
Okay.
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Drew was sitting at the bar downing the remnants of a pint of an IPA craft-brewed beer, when he saw Jose walk in. He motioned his friend over to join him. "Two more of the same," Drew said to the bartender.
The bar was full of happy hour men―men who had survived another forty-plus hour week serving their masters at work, hoping for a brief respite before they headed home and served their other masters, their wives.
Jose sat down on the bar stool next to Drew. "Thanks for fronting me, man," he said, taking a sip of the cold pint of beer the bartender had placed in front of him. "I'll pay you back next time."
"No worries," Drew said.
"Did I miss anything?" asked Jose.
"No, they're just about to tip off," said Drew. "So, why are you a little light in the wallet?"
"Monica," Jose said. "She spent five-fucking-hundred dollars on a stupid Coach purse and couldn't cover her share of the mortgage."
"Sounds a lot like my wife; she was also a shopaholic," said Drew. 'But it was on sale' she'd always say, 'But I saved two hundred dollars and it matches my shoes'. Fuck that!"
"How did you . . . what did you do about it?" Jose asked.
"I made her my ex-wife," Drew replied grinning. "That's what I did about it."
Jose sighed. "I wish I could do that."
"Why can't you?"
"Her dad owns the company," Jose explained. "I'd be out of a wife and a job."
"Oh," said Drew, "I didn't know that. Well, you should at least find some way to make her pay you back."
"Like what? What do you mean?"
"Make her do something she hates to do," Drew told Jose. "Teach her a lesson."
Jose took a swig of his brew. "Like what?"
"My Ex hated to clean house, so I fired the cleaning service and made
her
do it," Drew explained. "I used the money I saved to help pay down some of her credit cards."
"Great idea," Jose said. "Did it work?"
"For a while, then she went behind my back and applied for another credit card. That was the straw that broke the camel's back and my credit rating."
"I don't think that would work with Monica," said Jose. "She's a neat freak and keeps the house spotless. I think she might even be OCD about it."
"Then you need to come up with something else."
"Like what?"
Drew finished downing the last of his beer. "What does she hate to do?"
Jose laughed. "She hates sucking cock. It's strictly ABC."
"ABC?"
"Anniversaries, Birthdays, and Christmas," Jose explained. "Actually, it's not even that anymore. I can't even remember the last time that she . . ."
"Well, there you go. Make her pay it back that way." Drew signalled the bartender that they were ready for another round. "Make her pay it off in blowjobs."
"Monica would never do that, Drew," Jose said. "Believe me, I've tried and gave up on that a long time ago. The only way would be . . ."
"Would be what?"
"If she was forced to do it."
"What do you mean?" asked Drew.
"Like Monica was forced to do it, to get out of something," Jose said.
"Like what?"
"Shoplifting, a speeding ticket. I don't know." Jose shrugged and reached for his newly delivered brew. "Something like that."
"You'd let her do something like that with a stranger?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Jose, "maybe. Okay, well maybe not a total stranger. But if it was someone I knew, someone I could trust someone . . . someone like you."
Drew nearly spit out the beer in his mouth. "Like me? You're joking, right?"
"No, not really. Would you do it?"
"Do what?
"Do this for me, for Monica?"
"I don't know if I can," Drew said.
"Come on, just once. Help me out with this."
"She's your wife, Jose; we're friends."
"Friends help each other out. That's what friends are for."
"I don't know if I could go through with it, to be honest," Drew said. Wouldn't it be weird and awkward?"
Jose shook his head. "No, not for me. I don't think so. Just think about it and let me know."
"You seriously want to do this?"
"Sure, why not? Don't worry, Drew, Monica would never agree to it anyway. But it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? Maybe next time she'll think twice before wasting our hard earned money."
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Later that night, Drew logged onto his online dating-site account and checked for new messages. It had been over a year since the divorce settlement and four months since he had joined the site. Over that time, Drew had met several attractive women and gone on several promising dates, but the bitterness from his divorce still lingered, and it caused Drew to find fatal flaws in each and every one of his dates.
His Inbox was empty.
A knock on his front door jarred Drew from his melancholy. It was a young woman, in her early thirties. She had long black hair and olive skin. Tight jeans and a revealing top drew attention to the fact that she had a sexy, curvy body.
"Can I help you?" Drew asked.
"Are you Drew?"
"Yes."
"I'm Monica."
"Monica?"
"Jose's wife. Can I come in?"
"Sure, come on in," Drew said and then closed the door behind her. "Why are you here?"
"The loan. You lent Jose some money―five hundred dollars I believe," Monica said. "I'm here to pay it back."
"Um . . . okay," Drew replied, not exactly sure of what was going on.
"The thing is, I don't have the money," Monica said, "not yet anyway. Jose told me that I had to make a payment―a payment one way or another. That's why I'm here, to um . . . make a payment."
"I don't . . . I don't understand," Drew lied.
"I'm going to suck your cock. That's . . . that's my payment."
Drew was shocked; he couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"You look surprised," said Monica. "I thought this was your idea. Wasn't it?"
"No, I mean Jose did mention it, but I never thought it would ever happen, that it would come to this. It was his idea."
"That bastard! Well it doesn't make any difference now, does it?" She looked up at him and pursed her full lips. "Either way, I still owe you, and I'm here, so we might as well get this over with."
"Look, Monica, you don't have to―."
"You don't understand," Monica interrupted. "I don't have a choice. Just promise me you won't come in my mouth―that's all I ask."
Drew stared at his friend's wife for a long moment, wondering if he could really go through with this. "Okay," he finally agreed, not really sure why.
"Come on my face," Monica told him. "That's what Jose wants." Then she began undressing.
"What are you doing?" asked Drew.
"Jose told me I have to be naked for you."
Drew tried not to stare at her, but he couldn't help himself. Monica had an amazing body―full, firm breasts, a thin waist, and wide feminine hips. He stood there stunned as she got down on her knees, undid his trousers, and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles.
Monica stared at his semi-hard cock and hesitated, seeming to contemplate whether she too could actually go through with this, actually suck a stranger's cock.
She finally took the plunge, took him into her mouth, and tentatively started to suck it. Drew let out a loud groan as his cock grew and hardened in Monica's warm, wonderful mouth. He had never had sex with someone who didn't want it and the thought of it unnerved him so much that he couldn't bring himself to watch her. Drew forced himself to look away and stared at the wall instead, trying to imagine it was another woman that was going down on him and giving him pleasure.
She started to quicken the pace and increase her effort. For someone who didn't like to suck cock, Monica was surprisingly enthusiastic. Drew was confused, unsure what to think, or how to feel. On the one hand, it felt amazing. It had been a long time for him, and he wanted it to last forever. On the other hand, he wanted it to be over as soon as possible for Monica's sake.
Monica pulled off of him and caught her breath. "Are you getting close?" she asked, more of a plea than a question.
Drew was finally forced to look down at her, forced to confront the situation. "Yes," he replied.
"Good. Let me know when you are about to come."
"Okay." Drew didn't look away this time, instead he watched Monica cup his balls with one hand; her other hand gripped his shaft tightly and stroked it, while her mouth furiously sucked the big, bulbous head of his cock.
Drew knew he should have felt bad about this, should have been repulsed by the idea that his friend's wife was forced to suck his cock against her will, but much to his surprise the opposite actually happened―he found it incredibly arousing. It was all too much; he couldn't take anymore. "I'm gonna come," Drew announced, then groaned as Monica pulled off of him and jerked his thick, throbbing cock all over her beautiful innocent-looking face, plastering it with rope after rope of his hot sticky cum.
After his orgasm finished, Monica pulled her phone from her purse and handed it to him. "Here," she said to Drew.
"Here? What? I don't understand."
"Jose needs proof. Take a picture of me," Monica said, "of what you have done to me."
Drew snapped a picture of her cum-covered face, then handed the phone back to her. Monica picked up her clothes from the floor, stood up and asked, "Bathroom?"
"Down the hall." He pointed, still half dazed. "First door on the left."
A moment later, Monica returned fully clothed with a clean face. She stared at Drew, and after a long awkward pause finally said, "Well, I better get going, I guess."
Drew didn't know what to say, whether to say: "Thank you" or "I'm sorry". Instead he said nothing and Monica departed in silence; words hung in the air left unspoken.
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