As I exited the building after my interview to head to my car my text alert went off.
"Call me ASAP!" The message from my wife read.
"Oh fuck!" I thought. "How am I going to explain those pics?"
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"Hello dear, how are you?" I coyly asked.
"May I ask why my husband was sucking another man's dick and why in the world he would send me pics of it?" She immediately began the line of questioning. "Who the hell was that? Are you gay? Is this a regular thing? Are you cheating on me with a man? What's going on Wayne?"
"No I'm not gay honey." I addressed that issue first. "I mean come on Jess, we have sex quite a bit."
"So what, you do gay stuff behind my back? Like a fetish or something?" She cut me off.
"No dear. I mean...look...can we talk about this when I get home? I'll explain what happened." I begged her. I needed time to figure out exactly what I was going to tell her.
"Fine. Come straight home!" She barked and hung up.
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I drove home slowly trying to figure out how much of the truth I was going to share with her. I mean, I did actually love sucking Tim's cock. And the degradation and humiliation was a major turn on. But it's not like I could tell her all that. Could I? And even if I tell her that he forced me and I hated it she would want to know why I took the job. And why I'm not reporting him to his superiors. Or the police for that matter.
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"It's about time Wayne. You take the long way home?" Jessica asked as I walked in the door.
"Hi honey..."
"Skip the greetings and start explaining." My wife cut me off. She was standing in the kitchen next to a bottle of wine and a glass.
"Okay honey. It started this morning on my way to work. I yelled out the window to a guy that almost hit my car." I began.
"I've always told you not to yell at other drivers. You never know who you're talking to." My wife cutting in again to take advantage of this 'I told you so' moment. "Go on"
"Well he got a little aggressive and yelled back. Turns out when I got to the interview, he was one of the partners and he recognized me from the road." I continued.
"And he made you give him a blow job because of that?" My wife interjected. "He can't do that!"
"Sort of but not exactly." I told her. "I mean he was very threatening, and he didn't actually give me a choice, but I don't know if it was all because of the incident on the road." I said.
"Wait a minute, you're hard in this picture." My wife pointed out looking at the photos again while I explained. "You liked this? I mean you must have!"
"It's just that...you know how I love when you kind of take charge...like talk dirty and stuff?" I asked Jess. "He was talking very dominantly and you know you can't always control your body. Especially when you're naked!" I tried reasoning with her. "My body just reacted."
"Reacted to show that you liked it!" She quickly added. "This man has quite a big dick doesn't he?" Jessica said with a smirk on her face. "I think you liked it and I think you're going to do it again."
"No dear. I most certainly am not going to..." she cut me off once more.
"Did you take the job?" She looked dead in my eyes and asked.
"What...well...it's just...you know..." I stuttered.
"Did you or did you not take the job?" She repeated herself.