Warren stared at the porn site, stroking himself for the 6th time that week, as he looked at his beautiful unaware wife, publically exposed. There were now 50 pictures online, showing off every inch of her. They had been left public for the last 3 days, after Warren had failed to provide Hank with the requested picture of Holly using a vibrator on herself.
When the demand came through the previous Saturday, he knew he craved more risk. Warren had waited a day past the deadline before sending the picture, knowing that for every hour that passed, she would be open to public viewing for 10 additional hours. As the time ticked by, Warren had considered not responding at all, so that Holly would be exposed forever. But after the initial high and subsequent orgasm subsided, panic set in and he sent over the picture he'd had all along.
Warren was aware that he had been taking more and more risks with his compliance to Hank's requests. Each week, he was slightly late in sending through the requested pictures, knowing what the consequences would be. Each week, another 10 pictures were added, and the gallery made public. The first time it was for 20 minutes, then an hour, then 2. He was now complicit in letting a stranger exhibit his naked wife for the next 10 days. Already, the combined views for her pictures had passed 50,000. So many people had seen her legs spread, that he found himself distracted almost constantly, thinking about it, wondering if anyone recognised her.
When he wasn't masturbating to his wife's exposure, Warren was racked with guilt. Eventually, he reached the precipice. He decided to try to reason with Hank and ask him to remove her pictures from the porn site permanently.
Warren found Hank to be initially reasonable when he put forward his case, explaining that Holly's career would be on the line if anyone she knew found the pictures.
Hank had pointed out that only if the person who found them wanted to make trouble for her, otherwise, they would just enjoy looking at the naïve naked teacher, imagining it was their cock she had her lips wrapped around.
None the less, he said as an act of good will, he would make her profile private again, and, he would delete her porn site profile permanently, if Warren completed 3 tasks. First, Hank wanted Warren to film Holly stripping out of the dress she was wearing that day, as soon as she got in from class. She was then to kneel down and put him in her mouth.
Warren would find out the other tasks once this one was completed. He had 6 hours to post the video.
Warren panicked at this request. Holly was heading out with her sister straight after work and he doubted she'd be back this side of midnight. He couldn't think of a way to get her back early, without saying he was ill or something, but then, the chances of getting a strip and blowjob out of the night were unlikely.
Suddenly, inspiration hit. Warren remembered the video from 6 weeks ago, when she had let him cum all over her face. Hank had only seen the end of it.
Warren pulled up the clip and cropped it, showing Holly strip, then start to suck him off. Waiting patiently until 6pm, he sent it over to Hank, eager to know what the second task would be.
The reply was almost instantaneous. "That's not what Holly was wearing today. Don't try to cheat me"
Warren looked at the screen in confusion. How the hell did he know what Holly was wearing? Could he see into the room - had Hank hacked the computer Warren was sat at? But then, if he had, why was he asking for pictures that he could already access?
"Err... Why do you say that..." Warren typed, trying not to confirm or deny what Hank had stated.
"Why do I say that? Because I saw her today, and she was wearing a pale blue fucking sundress!"
Warren stared blankly at the screen. He couldn't comprehend what Hank was saying. "Saw her how?" Warren asked, starting to get a sickening feeling in his stomach.
"Because I fucking work with her at the school you fucking imbecile" Hank replied angrily. "How the fuck do you think I got your private email? I looked it up in Holly's emergency contacts file when Janice was out for lunch".
Janice was the school secretary; and Warren knew from what Holly had said that Janice had a habit of leaving the office unlocked when she wasn't there.
"How do you think I knew where Holly worked? Or her social media profile?" Hank went on.
"How do you think I knew you had an interest in the States and in particular, American Cops? Because you fucking talked about your Great Uncle that went to Dallas at the Summer BBQ, you cretin".
'Oh god' Warren thought, his stomach feeling like he had been punched, the wind completely knocked out of him.
Warren knew who 'Hank' was.
...
Barry Snelling was a teacher at Holly's school. He had joined the year before Holly and had made a pass at her when she first started. Holly had come home that evening and told Warren about the creepy guy who had offered to show her round, touching her shoulders a little too much as he spoke with her. He had suggested they grab a drink after work so he could fill her in on the trouble maker students and the teachers to watch out for. She had politely declined and Warren remembered laughing about it when she had told him that evening.
"Of course he did" Warren told her. "You are a gorgeous mid-twenties hottie. I'm willing to bet you're probably the best looking teacher there. He's probably gone home to picture you naked while he jerks off" he said, laughing as they lay in bed.
"Eeww, gross" Holly replied, wrinkling up her nose. "He's horrid".
She painted a picture of a weasely looking man, scrawny, with bad hair and teeth and a lecherous stare. Warren told her she was exaggerating and she looked at him with one of her stares. "You wait, mister" she said, with a knowing look, "you just wait and see".
Warren had tagged along to their Christmas party a few months later and met the guy face to face. If anything, Holly had underplayed it in her description. And to make it even more galling, the entire time he stood there whilst Holly tried to make polite small talk, Warren had the impression that Barry was undressing her with his eyes.
After that initial conversation, Warren had tended to steer clear of Barry Snelling at Holly's work gatherings, quickly making friends with her other colleagues.
From time to time, Barry would sidle in when a group of them were talking, not really joining in, just listening on the periphery and laughing awkwardly when someone made a joke.
This happened every 6 months, at the Christmas party and at the summer bbq.
It was at the last one, Warren remembered telling Chris and his partner Elliot, a couple of younger maths teachers that he and Holly sometimes double dated with about his great uncle moving to Texas and becoming a police officer. Barry had been there, cradling his paper plate and half eaten burger. He'd not spoken and Warren had hardly been aware of his existence until he made a wildly inappropriate comment about the dress worn by the Geography teacher's new girlfriend.
Warren sat at his desk, his head spinning. Fuck. Of all the people, and by that, he meant ALL the people he wouldn't want to see Holly naked, it was Barry Snelling.
To think this weasel had been going in to work each day and looking at Holly, knowing every inch of her body, her secrets, made Warren feel physically ill. It made him feel weak. Here was this man, who in every conceivable way, was beneath him. Warren was far more attractive, physically stronger, had a better personality, earned more money, a bigger circle of friends and most importantly, had a gorgeous wife and yet, he was being dictated to by Barry Snelling. Barry was telling him what to do...and how... and when. He owned him.
Warren looked back at the screen. "Tomorrow, I want you to send me a picture to this number. I want it to be of Holly, flashing her tits in the bathroom mirror. I want it to have been taken that day, at school. I don't care how you convince her - buy her another holiday if you like, but I want to see it by the end of the day. I want to speak with her, whilst looking at her tits on my phone. Or, I post this anonymously on the school's FB page". Underneath was a jpeg file name.
Warren clicked on the file. It was a poster of Holly. It was a mock up of her School Website profile picture, with the original picture of her smiling, in a smart grey jacket, replaced with one of her smiling, naked and with cum on her face. Below, under hobbies, was a list of nearly everything Warren had told 'Hank' he and Holly had tried in the bedroom. At the bottom, a link to the porn site where all of Holly's pictures currently resided.
"I would just threaten you with leaving her pictures up on the website, but something tells me you'd quite like that, you dirty little perv".
It wasn't lost on Warren that he had a point. "I'll do it, somehow, I'll do it. Just please don't upload that poster" Warren pleaded.
"Call me sir. Actually, call me master" came the response.
'What the fuck' Warren thought, staring at the screen. This was a new one. Warren felt a shift in the dynamic of this relationship, if you could call it that.
This would go beyond just being blackmailed. This would take him to a whole new level of obedience. But, Warren resolved, they were just words, and he needed to keep Barry on side. If that poster was ever made public, he would lose everything.
"Please, master, please delete that poster" Warren typed through gritted teeth.
"Send me the titty selfie and I will" came the curt response. And with that, Barry had gone.
Warren stared at the screen. In front of him, Holly stared back, cum dripping from her chin and on to her gorgeous breasts. Above the picture, was Holly's name, in bold striking letters. Warren felt sick as he realised he was starting to get hard. He hated himself as he slowly took out his cock and started stroking to the thought of that poster being posted everywhere.
When Holly had phoned him, slightly drunk at 1am that morning, asking if he would pick them both up; and, take a 40 minute detour to drop her sister off as they had missed the last train, Warren played up to the request seeing the opportunity that had presented itself.
The moment Holly started offering to let him take 'sexy pictures' if he picked them up, he knew he had his way in. The bargaining went pretty smoothly.
Holly had agreed to three selfies, to be taken on request at a time and place of Warren's choosing. He didn't say any more than that - it could be a surprise for her tomorrow when he sent through the request.
...
The next day, Warren sent through the text at 10:30, when he knew Holly would be on her break.
"Hey honey, go to the bathroom and send me a picture of your tits"
"Ooh, naughty boy" came the almost immediate response.
"Make sure it has your face in :)" Warren added as an afterthought.
He waited nervously for a minute until his phone chimed to let him know he had a new message. Warren tapped open and was greeted by his gorgeous wife, with her blouse unbuttoned and falling off her shoulders, her bra pulled down, showing her breasts. Holly was making a sultry face as she cupped her left breast in her hand, her right holding the phone.
It was followed by another message "Well, what do you think? I feel so naughty doing this at school. X".
Warren tapped the picture, then hit the forward icon and sent it to Barry.
This was his final submission. Warren knew that if Holly found out that Barry had that photo, there would be absolutely no way that Warren could pass it off as his laptop being hacked, or someone getting into their cloud storage.
He sat tentatively at his screen, waiting for the response.
