If you have not liked my other stories, you certainly won't like this one.
Thomas smoothed his jacket and fingered the gold pin at his lapel - a tiny stylized Roman temple, three columns on a base holding up the roof - it looked very much like the Roman numeral three. He breathed deep calming breaths making ready for his entrance. He'd been told by the Mile High staff that tonight was a sellout crowd, more than 76,000 people. He wished his father could be here to see this, to experience the rush that comes with having that many focused on you. Someday, perhaps.
But tonight was his night, two days ago he'd turned thirty-five, at last night's Board meeting Uncle Dave had stepped aside and Thomas had been unanimously voted President of the Foundation. So while Thomas had spoken on behalf of the Foundation before, and had for years, tonight was special.
The lights came down in the arena and a spotlight illuminated the curtains where Thomas would make his entrance. He walked out from behind the curtain as the spotlight followed him up to the podium. The crowd was eerily hushed for so many people; they suspected this was going to be a special event.
Thomas stopped at the podium and rested his arms comfortably on the top and leaning into the twin microphones said in a clear voice, "my name is Tommy and I believe in Respect, Loyalty, and Trust."
The crowd answered him with one voice, "RESPECT! LOYALTY! TRUST!" and then continued chanting those three words over and over. Thomas knew they'd soon lose the rhythm of the chant and it would become cheers. He knew that with a crowd this size it would be a few minutes before he could get to his prepared speech. And as sometimes happened, his mind went to the event that created this movement, that fateful Saturday...
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The red convertible roared down their street and pulled up in front of their house. Linda thought that there were an unusual number of neighbors out and about but it was a fleeting thought. She was still on a sexual high from last night and especially this morning.
As they came to a stop Marc turned off the engine and leaned over to her for a kiss. Linda was ecstatic, she had spent the night in a fantasy and this was just more of the same. Marc and she were lost in the kiss, Linda was turned on again as Marc fondled her breast. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life.
"All right you love birds break it up."
Neither Marc nor Linda had seen Jim walk up to the car on the driver's side, he was casually standing there with a gun.
"We're going to have a little chat, and I hope my little friend here will ensure that nobody tries anything. Marc, I want to thank you for the videos from last night and this morning, they really helped solidify my thoughts and understanding of exactly what all this means. Linda, I know your phone is still off so please turn it on and take a look at the file I sent you just a few minutes ago."
"Jim, please. Let's just go inside and we can talk about this. I'm home now, no different than before. Put the gun away and stop making a scene."
"Linda, turn on your phone NOW."
As Linda opened her purse to get her phone she realized that their neighbor Mr. Porter had his phone out and was standing a few feet from her on side of the car, obviously recording. And as she looked further, several other people had their phones out too.
"Jim, you're making a spectacle of yourself. All these people are seeing and filming how foolish you're acting. There's no need for all this, Marc was a perfect gentleman."
"Actually Linda, they're recording you and Marc's arrival. I had warned them that there would be something to see when you came home today. You're famous! You spent the night with the fabulous Marc Lavalliere; before the day is out I'm sure the whole city will know. You'll be able to brag about last night forever."
"Ok Jim, I've got my phone let's see what you sent me so we can get this over with." Hitting play on the file Jim had sent her, her eyes grew wide with horror as the video played.
"Hey cuck", Marc's voice said. And then he mimicked "Hi Jim I am having a wonderful time see you tomorrow!" The first scene was showing Linda naked on her knees sucking LaValliere's cock with cum running down her chin. The next scene showed Linda bent over the bed with his cock in her pussy and a close up showing cum running down her legs then he pulled out and shoved it up her ass; something she had never allowed Jim to do. At the end LaValliere's face came on the screen and he said.
''How do you like that you useless little cuck? Tomorrow after she showers, I am going to fuck her again and send her home so you can have sloppy seconds or perhaps just lick her out and taste the cum of a real man. I must say she is trying very hard to please me but quite frankly she's not much of a fuck and her body really starting to sag with age. Still any cunt is better than no cunt at all and I did so enjoy taking her away from you and proving that I am the alpha-male and you are just a poor beta cuck. Good luck with sloppy seconds, TTFN.''
Then a third scene from this morning Linda fully dressed being taken from behind. When Lavalliere finished he held up her panties and wiped his cock on them and said
''I'm going to keep these as a souvenir''
"So you see Linda, Marc wasn't such a gentleman as you thought. I know you want to get into the house for a shower but you can sit there for a few minutes more while we finish our talk. Don't worry about all the cum leaking out of you from this morning, I'm sure the dry cleaners will be able to get the stain out. Of course you may want to save the dress just as it is, a kind of trophy from your 'magical night with Marc, the great gentleman," Jim couldn't help letting a bit of sarcasm creep into his voice.
Linda was crying now, her fantasy crushed, she'd been nothing but a warm hole for Marc. And the videos proved that he got off on humiliating the husbands of his victims. She had been thoroughly fooled; she'd betrayed her husband and marriage for Marc's sick pleasure.
"Jim, honey, let's go inside the house. Let me get cleaned up and then we can talk about getting on with the rest of our lives."
