Mike was forty-three, and his life had just recently got somewhat complicated. He worked for the goods inwards department of a very large company and owned a very small one. The small company consisted of a one room rented office and appeared to sell engineering spare parts to the large one. Except, of course, that it didn't, because it was his little scam.
In his position it was very easy to submit fake orders and delivery notes to the accounts section and then follow them up by posting in a corresponding invoice purporting to come from his little company. Accounts checked that the order matched the delivery note, and that they both matched the invoice, and then they paid it. The money went into his company's bank account, and he took it out again, it was as simple as that.
Of course, he had to be a little bit careful. In the time that he'd been doing this he'd slowly amassed about three hundred and twenty thousand, but he daren't live the high life and go on a spending spree, or even put it in the bank, because it would kind of give the game away. Instead he'd squirreled it away in cash at home, and it was intended to let him retire more comfortably, with or without Sonia, his increasingly waspish wife. Or at least, that was the idea. He figured that about half a million or so would do it. Then a phone call came out of the blue and it all started to unravel.
"How do you think your bosses would react?" A male voice said. "If someone suggested to them that they ought to check on a certain small parts supplier that they think they deal with?"
It took Mike a moment or two to understand what the voice was on about, but then he did and he felt the blood drain from his face.
"Pardon?" It was an answer intended to give him a chance to think.
"You know what I mean."
"And if I do?" Here comes the squeeze, he thought.
"Then I think you can guess what is coming next, don't you?"
"All right." Mike resigned himself to losing some of his nest egg, but not too much. After all, the man couldn't know exactly how much there was. Nobody knew that, even his wife didn't know. In fact she didn't know about his scam at all, and that was how he wanted to keep it. "How much do you want?"
"Oh, I don't want money." There was a nasty chuckle behind the words.
"What then?" Mike had no idea what else he might want.
"I want to fuck your wife."
"Don't be stupid." The words were out before he'd thought about the possible reaction.
"You mean, don't be stupid as in defrauding your employers? Shall we see how stupid they think you are?"
"No, please don't. But I can't just give you my wife, I can't simply tell her to go to bed with someone, she'll never do it." But he was already desperately trying to think of a way of persuading her.
"Yes you can, and here's what we're going to do." The voice became business like. "I'm going to ring you again next Friday. That'll give you a full week to get her to agree, or for you to tie her up or something, I don't care which. Then we'll arrange for me to come around to yours and fuck the arse off of her. I want at least a couple of hours with her, and I want you to be watching."
"I don't want to watch." He burst out; unconsciously admitting that he would try and arrange what was wanted.
"But I want you to. Because if you're where I can see you, then I know you won't be trying anything silly, don't I? And, obviously, if you go to the cops, then your scam will come out anyway, won't it? One week, and then I'll ring you."
The phone went dead and Mike stood staring at it, shaking like a leaf. He was between a rock and a hard place, and knew it. He either had to convince Sonia to commit adultery with him watching, or he would go to jail. In theory it was not exactly a difficult choice, jail could do without him.
He slumped into a chair to think about it, and slowly the possibility of a way out emerged, or he thought it did.
A couple of years ago, when their sex life was still a living breathing entity instead of the perfunctory lips service affair that it had recently become, he had once asked her if she had ever fancied sex with another man. They'd made a sort of fantasy about it, a role play, in which he had been that someone else, a burglar, a bent copper, a plumber, or anyone else they could think of. It had never been intended to happen for real as far as she was concerned, and when he dropped a couple of hints that it would turn him on to see her with another man she had consistently vetoed the idea, even though he thought he could see a glimmer of interest behind her objections. He would try and resurrect that game, and see if he could do any better this time.
The problem was that he simply dare not make the first step in convincing her to play away for him. The only alternative he could see would be to come clean and see if she might go along with it just to keep him from prosecution. But that would mean her finding out about his fraud and his money, and the consequences of any of that were by no means certain. He was frightened of the situation and it was not until Thursday night that he finally plucked up the courage to try, and promptly wondered why he's been worried in the first place.
In bed she seemed unusually receptive to his advances, rolling submissively onto her back to let him kiss her breasts and stroke her belly, even to the point of parting her legs before his fingers reached anywhere near her pussy. He was pleasantly surprised, this was more the woman he had married and who he had shared many a passionate and adventurous hour with in the early days of their relationship. His forlorn hope became a vague sense of optimism, and he cautiously took the first step in his plan.
"Would you like it to be a different man doing this?" He asked her quietly as his ran his fingertips along the length of her slit.
Her eyes popped wide open in evident surprise at his renewed use of their old fantasy opener. He held his breath, wondering if she would pick up the bait.
"Mmm, you know I would." That was her standard scripted reply - the game was possibly on. "Would you let somebody else do it?"
"Yes, if I can watch." God, that was easier than he had expected.
"Oooh, I'd like that. Who can I have?"
"Who would you like?" So far, so good.
"Anybody you want. You know a slut like me will let herself get fucked by anyone you choose. Who would you like to have me?"
The old script now required Mike to pick a phantom partner for her, a partner who he would then pretend to become for the session. But this time he needed to take it further and steer it along slightly different lines.
"How about I'm a blackmailer?"
"A blackmailer?"
"Yes, I'm a blackmailer who has something on you and your husband and wants you to pay him off. But you don't have the money, so I say I'll take it out of your body?"
