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!"
