The Price Is Always Right Pt 04

"Happy Monday!" Jess greeted Sophie when she saw her. Sophie had arrived early to get a workout in before the day started and to try to clear her mind. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions since Richard had unexpectedly come to the clinic.

"Good morning, Jess," she responded as she paused her music. "You're here early."

"I wanted to come in and get a few files organized this morning before patients started to arrive," she told her. "Don't let me distract you though. I'll just be up front if you need anything." Sophie nodded and restarted her music to drown out the rest of the world. She needed a little more time to herself this morning. She pressed the dumbbells over her head and felt the burning in her triceps as she pushed herself to keep going.

She finished the set and sat down her dumbbells on the bench and paused, looking at it. Everywhere she looked in the clinic reminded her of Richard. He had intended to mark his territory and it seemed that it had worked. All she could think about here was everywhere that Richard had taken her and how it felt when he was inside her. She hated how he had come here expecting her to just spread her legs for him and she hated it even more that she had. She had fought it ever since the first time she had been with Richard, but she craved the feeling of him stretching her out, the way he dominated her, the way he demeaned her. It awoke something in her and made her just lose control.

The music from her earbuds quieted and her phone announced that she had a text. She walked over and looked at her phone, expecting it to be from her husband. To her surprise though, it was from Hank. She had only texted him a little since the day she met him for drinks. He was, in so many ways, the opposite of Richard. She enjoyed his country accent and she found him charming in a way that put her at ease. He obviously wanted her, but he didn't act like he was entitled to her, that she was an object to possess.

"Hey, darling. I'm in town this weekend and wanted to know if you were interested in getting dinner with me on Friday night," his text read. She bit her lip as she thought about it. He had asked her to go up to his room the last time and she had been tempted even though she declined. If she asked James, she knew what his answer would be. Her interactions with the other men had put both of their sex drives into overdrive and James couldn't seem to get enough of her. Sophie had been more than open to his advances to meet her own cravings, letting James take her sometimes twice a day over the last week. Occasionally, her mind would drift to Richard or Hank while they were making love, leaving her feeling a little guilty.

She thought for a moment and then typed out her response to him, "Where are you taking me?" James would be more than happy for her to go and honestly.

"I think that you deserve a proper date. I was thinking La Mer," he answered her. La Mer was a French restaurant that was next to the Four Seasons downtown. She and James had never been, but she had heard incredible things. Sophie also wondered if the location next to one of the nicest hotels in the city was a coincidence.

"I've never been. How should I dress?" she asked him.

"Honey, they'd welcome you in if you wore a turnip sack. But a nice dress is more than appropriate," he told her. Some of the things he said were so ridiculous but so sincere that she couldn't help but enjoy them.

"Not sure I could pull that off, but I appreciate the compliment," she sent back.

"Sophie, I mean it when I say that I can't name a more stunning woman," he answered. She smiled, enjoying the compliment from the older man. He had told her all about his background and work but almost nothing about his personal life whenever they met for a drink. That part of his life remained a mystery to her. He didn't wear a wedding ring, or at least he hadn't worn one whenever he met her at a bar. Perhaps he had just taken it off to meet her. Thinking about him having a wife made her feel a little guilty. She would have to ask him outright to be sure.

"I doubt that," she told him, "I'm sure you've known a number of stunning women over the years."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, but I will maintain that none of them were more stunning than you," he said, doubling down on his compliment.

"Is that why you want to take me out to dinner?" she asked him.

"I can't say that being seen with you in public is a negative, but it's also rude to invite you to my hotel room without taking you to dinner first," he answered, explicitly stating his intentions. Sophie thought about what it would be like to go up to his room. Whenever they had gotten drinks he had been forward enough to put his calloused hand on the inside of her leg, teasing her sensitive skin at the hem of her dress. If that was any indication of what was to come, she couldn't help but be excited.

"Oh, so that's your plan. Think I'm that easy?" she sent back, trying to play a little hard to get.

"Darling, easy isn't what it's about. I've been jealous of Richard ever since I first laid eyes on you," he told her. "I can't get the memory of you from the poker game out of my mind."

"What in particular?" she asked him, baiting him to tell her more.

"I remember how good your breasts felt in my hands," he told her. "And how good it felt having you in my lap." Sophie remembered how good his cock felt against her butt as she ground against him and how his rough hands had massaged her breasts through her bra. That had been the moment that she had really lost control that night.

Sophie looked over toward the front and Jess was out of sight. She held up her phone to take a selfie, trying out a few angles. She pulled down her tank top a little so that the top of her breasts showed and snapped a picture. She added a short message.

"These?" she asked along with the picture and hit send.

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James stared at the screen of his phone. Sophie's ass bounced with each thrust from Richard as he fucked her forcefully from behind. He must have watched the video a hundred times so far over the last week. He had been struggling to get the images out of his mind and he had been all over his young wife every chance he had gotten for the last week.

To her credit, she had been willing every time he had tried to initiate anything with her. They had made love in the shower, before work, and he had even bent her over the kitchen counter once the same way that Richard had in the video. Sophie had told him about the mishap with Richard last time and how he hadn't pulled out in time. She had taken Plan B and they had talked about it all again. They needed to be particularly careful if anything happened going forward because they were going to really start trying to get pregnant.

James wondered how they had gotten to this point but ultimately, despite his worries, he was enjoying it too much to do anything other than continue to hope for more. The guys were planning another poker game in a couple of weeks whenever all of their schedules worked and he could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of Sophie providing some of the entertainment. He wasn't the only one though. The video that Richard had sent had reignited the entire group of men and their hopes for what would happen the next time they were all together. James still hadn't told his wife about the group chat, keeping that one small secret to himself.

He tossed the empty coffee cup into the trash as he walked into the school. It was still early, and the few kids that had arrived were standing in scattered groups around the commons area, waiting for more of their friends to arrive and for the day to start. James made his way down the hallway and to his classroom door.

He unlocked it and went inside, getting his lesson plan out for the day and reviewing it briefly. It wasn't long before the bell rang and the sound of his students chattering moved down the hall and into the classroom. They were a bit more subdued this Monday morning, coming from a long weekend. His phone vibrated, drawing his attention as the kids filled the room.

It was a message from Hank to the group text. He couldn't resist reading it before class started and slid his finger to unlock the phone. As the conversation popped up, he was shocked to see a picture of his wife.

It was clearly a selfie taken by Sophie, who looked incredible as always. The tank top he had seen her leave the house in that morning was pulled down so that the tops of her breasts were visible. Fuck, Hank had convinced her to send something like that already this morning?

Another message rolled in. "Damn, she's so hot. Have we confirmed that she's coming to the next poker game?" Cliff asked. James had talked to her about it briefly, and he knew that she was open to the idea, though she wanted to be sure they didn't let things get too out of control. From what James could gather, that mostly meant keeping at least some clothes on and definitely not getting fucked in front of the whole group.

"I'll ask her when I see her this weekend," Hank sent back. He reread that. Sophie must have agreed to see him again. He felt his cock harden as he remembered that she admitted she told Hank she would love to go up to this hotel room but made an excuse as to why she couldn't that night. Did she intend to go up this time?

A text from Richard interrupted his thoughts. "I should probably be the one to ask her. Go back and listen to who owns her pussy. She said it herself," Richard said, referencing the video he had sent last week. What a fucking asshole, James thought. He knew that James was in the group chat and seemed to enjoy throwing it in his face that he made Sophie say that her married pussy was his.

"We'll see about that after I take her out this weekend," Hank replied, raising James' heart rate dramatically. The two men seemed to be directly competing with each other for Sophie in a way he hadn't expected.

"Now this is getting interesting," Cliff said, voicing James' exact thoughts to the group.

"Hank, you'll have to provide the same kind of proof as Richard, you know," Ben said, adding one of his rare comments.

Cliff responded next, seemingly enjoying being the instigator of the group. "Ben, do you think Nora gets fucked by older guys like this? I wouldn't mind a turn with her either," he said. James couldn't imagine Nora doing that but he had never expected Sophie to find herself in this situation either. For a moment, he tried to picture the raven-haired Nora with her pale complexion and slim figure bent over by the likes of Richard. He would pay to watch that, not that he could ever admit that to Sophie.

"Fuck you," Ben answered.

"Ha, they're friends. If she fucks half as good as Sophie does I'd give her a go," Richard said, adding to the fire.

"There you go, Richard. You can have Nora once I take Sophie from you," Hank answered next.

"Fat chance. She's not going to forget how hard I made her cum anytime soon. I'd just have to keep both of them to myself," Richard said.

"Fuck all of you," Ben replied, annoyed with all of the talk about his daughter.

"We'll leave you alone if you send us a picture of Sophie from when she was younger," Cliff told him. James knew he needed to put up his phone and start teaching but it was difficult to drag himself away from the conversation. He put his phone into his desk drawer and taught for the next twenty minutes, struggling to focus.

"I'm going to be nice today. For the rest of the class period you can get in groups of two or three and work on the homework for chapter five," he told the class to excited murmurs. In reality, it was just an easy way to be able to focus on the text conversation with the other guys.

He sat at his desk and unlocked his phone, scanning the banter between the men before stopping on the picture that Ben had sent to the group. It was of a young Sophie and Nora posing with their arms around one another. Sophie was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, but you could see how young and slender she was. Nora was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off her legs and a T-shirt with the university name on it.

Ben had added a comment to it, "When she was a freshman in college. Good?"

"None of my daughter's friends ever looked that good or I might have gotten into trouble," Arthur said with his first contribution of the morning.

"Yeah I'd have risked it all if I had a sexy little thing like her coming over to my house. I'd definitely fuck Nora too though," Cliff said, ignoring that he had agreed to stop talking about her in exchange for the picture.

"Seriously, Cliff, fuck you," Ben said.

"Oh come on Ben. You know Cliff would fuck anything that would give him 30 seconds," Hank said, taking a shot at the other man.

The conversation continued as the men lobbed insults and jokes back and forth. James imagined how Sophie would have reacted back then to an advance from Ben. He was sure she would have been horrified at the idea of her friend's father being attracted to her. There was no way she would have ever believed that a decade later he would have been seconds from actually burying his cock into her. James knew that he had made the right decision, stopping it from going further that night at the poker game, but it didn't keep him from wondering what could have happened.

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None of the dresses that Sophie had found at any of the shops had stood out to her. She had been to three different boutiques and a couple of department stores without luck. She needed something to wear to Nora's upcoming engagement party in a couple weeks and she figured she would look for something new for her dinner with Hank as well.

She walked down the rack of clothes, looking through the dresses. Whenever she got home, she needed to tell James about the dinner tonight so that they were on the same page. She had spent most of the day texting Hank as he flirted with her and complimented her while she worked. He was laying it on thick but the flattery was working. Sophie enjoyed the way he talked to her and about her.

It was startling how Hank could manage to be the exact opposite of Richard even though they were apparently friends. She sighed as she thought about them and how messy things had gotten lately. Sophie was actively planning another date with Hank even as she worried about things spiraling out of control.

If anyone found out about what she and Richard did at the clinic... She wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere if she got caught sleeping with one of her clients and she would almost certainly lose her professional license. Sophie looked through a few more dresses, picking one out and adding it to the ones she needed to try on.

Then there was Mr. Miller, she thought. She looked down at the stack of dresses she intended to try on for Nora's engagement party. Sophie knew that her friendship with Nora would be over if she ever found out about the poker game and how close her father had been to... She didn't even want to think about it. It was so wrong in so many ways. She blushed at the memory.

When they were in college, Mr. Miller used to make them snacks while she and Nora stayed up late watching movies. He had always seemed like such a normal dad... Sophie had even gone to the beach with them for a week to stay at their condo in South Carolina. When he admitted during the poker game that he had thought about her breasts for years it had been so dirty, so fucked up. Had he really had those kinds of thoughts about her all of those times she had been over at his house?

She felt the vibration of her phone in her purse and she pulled it out. Speak of the devil. It was from Richard. She unlocked her phone and read the message.

"Sophie, when are we getting together this week?" Richard's text asked.

"No, Richard. I don't think so," she sent him back.

"Do I need to remind you whose pussy it is?" he asked her. She rolled her eyes. He was unbelievable.

"That was just talk," she texted back, but in a way, it was sort of true. James made love to her like he respected her, like she was special, like she was fragile. She loved that about her husband. But Richard... He fucked her. It was crude, but it was the only honest way to describe it. And he fucked her without a care in the world for how much it degraded her or worry if she could take it. He fucked her like he owned her.

"Maybe I'll come over to your clinic tomorrow and see if it was just talk," Richard's next text read. She set aside the stack of dresses so she could type out a message to respond. Sophie hated that just reading his threat made her slick between her legs. He was too much of an asshole to have this kind of an effect on her. She wasn't some booty call that he could just show up and have his way with her. She needed to make that clear to him.

"No, Richard. That's not going to work," she told him as she held her ground.

"Well, then Friday, you should come over to my place. I know you're going to want my cock again soon," he told her. She let out a long exhale. Part of her did want it, as much as she disliked the man. He obviously knew she wanted it as well. That made her even more annoyed with him. She needed to keep her own power over him to keep him in check. He didn't admit it easily but he wanted her far more than she wanted him.

"Friday isn't going to work. I'm going out with Hank," she texted him back. She knew that would get under his skin since she suspected that her date with Hank last time had prompted him to try and mark his territory.

"Fuck Hank. I know what you really need," he told her.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" she asked him before she continued looking through the rack of dresses for one more that she liked. Sophie knew what his answer was going to be and she was already reveling in the opportunity to turn him down again.

She found a pretty green sundress and added it to her selection. It would bring out some of the green in her eyes and it always went well with her hair color. Sophie took the ones she had picked out and made her way to the dressing room in the back of the boutique.

"Hey, I just want to try these on," Sophie said to one of the workers, a girl who looked about college-aged.

"Sure thing," the girl said, leading her to a room. Sophie typed out a quick text to tell James that she was going to be heading home soon. As the girl let her into the room, Richard's response popped up on her screen, almost making her drop the phone. She barely reacted in time, turning the phone screen away from the girl before she had a chance to see what Richard had sent her.

"Thanks," Sophie said as she quickly closed the door for privacy before looking at the picture. Richard's cock looked huge from the angle he had taken the picture from. The head was thick and a few prominent veins ran down the shaft. She bit her lip as she looked at it, remembering how good it felt whenever it stretched her out and filled her up. He wasn't wrong that she craved that feeling again, but she wasn't without self-control.

"I think I'll be fine without it," she told him, then slipped out of her scrubs to try on the first dress. Her phone vibrated and she rolled her eyes again, imagining Richard's next response. The man was persistent.

"I know that fucking your husband isn't enough for you now. You'll be begging me for it again soon," he told her. Sophie felt her face flush. God, he really was such an asshole. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her lean, slender body looked pretty good in the flattering light. The idea that he was the prize out of the two of them was ludicrous, she knew.

Sophie thought for a moment and then took a few pictures of herself with her phone. The bra and panty set left little to the imagination and made her look very feminine. She selected one that was particularly flattering and hit send, typing out a message with it. "I think you'll be the one begging," she told him.