Double Dipping Demise
FinishTheDamnStory ©
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My unsolicited sequel to Dakota_North's story Double Dipping.
Dakota North can write smut. She can also write heartless, soulless amoral conniving bitches. In the case of Double Dipping, a wife decides to try some extramarital fun with a co-worker, at home, then at work. Why? She saw scratches on his back, and he got her shirt wet. That's enough to cheat, right? Later, after giving her husband sloppy seconds, she contemplates doing every guy at work that she can. No guilt, no remorse over cheating. Just a slut.
She sees her day of cheating as a new beginning, with no thought of consequences...
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
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Suzi was lying in bed, relaxed, reliving the previous day. The wonderful fucking Tom had given her, and the thought of all those other hunks at work who were now fair game. She was thinking about what to wear to seduce them, when the phone interrupted her day-dreaming.
"Mmm, Morning honey, what's wrong, you forget something?" she purred into the phone, her hand slipping between her legs.
"Emergency's come up. I need to go up to Baltimore for business. It'll only be a quick overnight, and I'll be back tomorrow," her husband explained.
"They're sending you now? No notice at all?"
"The line is down. I'm gonna take up the replacement part, and install it. We'll take down the second line, and replace the same part while we're there. I'll probably be up half the night."
"I'll miss you baby. Yesterday was wonderful."
"Life changing" he said softly.
She was caught off guard by Brad's words and sad tone, when the phone hung up abruptly.
I wonder what that was about,
she thought.
I guess he really will miss me. No surprise after the night before. It was a great fuck. The second best of the day.
She was giggling to herself.
She dressed her sexiest, intent on following up on her plans. A little more loving from Tom, and then it would be time to choose which lucky devil was going to be her next. If Tom was that good, who knows how incredible one of the others might be! Suzi was determined to find out.
She was surprised to find that Tom was absent. During a break, she looked up his number and tried to give him a call, unsuccessfully.
"Oh well, his loss." Suzi looked around, evaluating her options. She saw Dave gazing at her, and when her eyes met his, he gave her a pantyhose melting smile. He was another one the girls had said was an amazing lay. Target acquired.
Once she'd made her decision, it was no surprise that she was sucking his cock in the parking lot at the end of their shift. His big beautiful cock. This one would stretch her out. She couldn't wait to feel it. She wouldn't have to worry about her husband noticing the difference, since he'd be away. Too bad, really. She liked the idea of double dipping. Two men in a day.
He followed her home, pulling into the garage where her husband's car would normally be. Dave had her almost naked as he chased her through the house back to her bedroom.
She opened the door, her eyes dilating in shock, a scream rising out of her throat, hoarse and hair-raising. Dave, in his hurry, tripped over her at the entrance, falling to his knees. When he stood, his eyes took in the scene, and he turned to the side, throwing up.
Tom lay there, bound to the bed. His limbs were crooked, obviously broken, all of them. His face was a swollen mess, torso black and blue. Worst of all, someone had tied a band around his cock and balls, and they hung limp, swollen, nearly black from loss of circulation.
When Suzi screamed, Tom's head turned her way. He was alive. How, was almost a miracle in itself.
It was a long night for Suzi. Explaining to the police her relationship with the tortured man in the bed, and the coworker who had discovered the grisly sight. It was almost dawn, before she was left alone, shaking.
The police had inquired about her husband. She explained he was in Baltimore, on business. They were able to contact him there, and arrange for him to come in for an interview the next day.
She couldn't sleep, even though she was exhausted. Fear overwhelmed her. Could Brad have done this? How could he even know? It didn't make sense. The loving the previous night had been so good. But if not her husband, then who?
She called into work, taking the day off. She started receiving calls from her friends, curious, nosy. Word was already out. Dave had made sure of that. She considered calling the hospital about Tom, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Besides, she barely knew the guy. It was just sex. Great sex, but that was all.
It was late, when she heard her husband enter the house, and felt herself trembling. What would he say? How much did he know?
"Hi honey," she said softly.
"Interesting discussion at the police station. I take it you had a little excitement here last night."
"What did they say?" she asked nervously.
He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. "Why don't you tell me what happened, Suzi? I'm sure your version is a lot more interesting. After four hours of answering questions at the station, I'd prefer to do a little listening."
Her mind raced, looking for an out. How much could he know? What was this strange, calm reaction? Someone had invaded their home. A man had been brutally attacked and left in their bed. Her husband had a temper, he should be beside himself. Brad couldn't know, or he'd be raving and ranting. "It was the most frightening thing, baby. When I came home from work, one of the guys from my office had been beaten badly and was in our bed."
"Just a guy from work? Nobody you know, no one special?"
She shook her head. "I hardly know him. Why would he be here? It doesn't make any sense at all!"
Brad took a drink from his bottle. "You were alone when you found him?"
She thought it was likely the police had told him about Dave. "I... I had a friend with me. One of the guys from work. A group of us were going to go out for late dinner, and since you weren't here, I didn't feel like cooking for one. I wanted to change before heading out. He was going to drive. You know how I get after a couple of drinks."
"I heard he was in the bedroom, when you made your discovery. Was he helping you select your outfit?" Brad asked.
"No... he was headed for the bathroom, but he heard my scream and came to see what was going on."
"So you don't know this Tim guy, who was beaten? No reason for anyone to leave him in our house, in our bed?"
"Barely," she whined. "Just a guy from work. I've seen him around. It was so scary! I couldn't sleep all night. I kept wondering if they'd come for me next. I missed you so badly last night. Thank God you're here now."
"Why? Is there any reason someone would want both you and Tim beaten?" Brad asked quietly, watching her intently.
"Tom. It was Tom, and it wasn't that. Just the idea that it was in our house."
"The police told me they thought he had been assaulted somewhere else. That his being there, in our bed, might have been a message. They sure had a lot of questions for me. Wanted to know our relationship with the guy. Good thing I was a hundred miles away, working all night. It almost seemed they thought I had something to do with it. How silly is that?"
He was so calm. How could he be so calm? A man had almost been killed. He was going to lose his privates, the police had said. Compound fracture of his arms and legs. Bone sticking through the skin. Yet Brad was acting like it was just another day at the beach.
"Can we change the locks?" she asked. "Add a deadbolt or something? I'm so afraid right now. What if they come back?"
Her husband grinned. It was eerie. "Somehow, I doubt that changing the locks would prevent whoever did that from getting in again." He finished his beer. "The police said the doors weren't forced.
"Are you
sure
you don't know this guy? I know I've never seen him before. I don't know him from Adam. If it was a complete stranger, I might think it was just bad random chance that they left him at our house, but since he's someone from your work, I don't know. It almost seems like a message. Would anyone want to send a message to you, Suzi dear?"
"No. I don't know him. I don't know why anyone would want to send me a message." She was determined to stick to her story.
"Funny. The police were quite adamant that the way someone had put a tourniquet around Tim's junk was definitely a message." Brad stood up, stretching. "Oh well, if you say you don't know him, I'm sure you don't. I'm exhausted, it's been a long two days. Did you get a chance to change the sheets?"
"Sheets?" she squeaked. "I couldn't even go in that room!"
"I guess we can spend the night in the guest room. Tomorrow's soon enough. You might want to flip the mattress, although I guess there wasn't a lot of blood."
She followed hesitantly, confused by his blasé attitude, his lack of concern for their security, his readiness to accept her innocence in the matter.
The smaller bed in the guest room, of course put them in closer proximity to each other. She felt him curl up around her, as he so often did. This time when his hand ran down her side, it felt different. Maybe it was in her mind, but he felt less appreciative of her compelling beauty, less loving, more possessive. His hand squeezed her ass cheek tightly.
