*Hi all, this chapter is a shorter one and entirely from Jake's side of things for once. Part 4 will be the finale, and then it'll be on to something new. As always, if you read it and enjoyed it, please leave a comment and/or send feedback. If you came here just to post malicious nonsense and toss out low scores, consider seeing a therapist.*
It had been two weeks since Jake's last visit to Anna's house, and things had taken quite the turn. To an outside observer, it would appear as though nothing had changed, Logan himself might not have even noticed. Jake could tell though, he could tell that his hooks were sinking deeper into Anna, that her thoughts were drifting in his direction, that her needs were beginning to revolve around things only he could provide.
The first sign of change had come on the Monday following his visit. When his phone had pinged that afternoon he ignored the first few, expecting it to be a complaint from his wife or a client needing some painting work. To his surprise they had all been from Anna, and from the sounds of it she was in need of attending to. He scrolled through them again as he contemplated his response.
"Oh hello."
"I'm guessing you're busy, not like you to leave my messages unread."
"I guess I can find something else to keep me busy for now if that's the case."
He mulled it over, waiting for inspiration to kick in, the response needed to be perfect. If he pushed too hard he could still screw up his careful work, she would be his soon enough. Finally it came to him, a smile emerging on his face as his thumbs set to work.
"I could keep you plenty busy, but my hands are full at the moment. Need to get these holes filled up so I can get back to painting." He waited and watched for the dots to come back, hopefully she was still near her phone.
"Filling holes eh? I'd imagine it must get tiring when you spend all day on something like that." Clever girl, she clearly picked up on what he was laying down.
"Maybe for some, but for the right client I'd spend all day and night filling them if I had to," replied Jake as he felt his pants tighten.
"Too bad for me that you're busy then. It's good a thing I've got a drawer full of tools to take care of the job myself," came the response from Anna.
"A drawer full huh? I find that I only need one to get the job done most of the time. Maybe I could give you a few lessons sometime soon," replied Jake as he began to rub himself outside of his pants.
"Some of them are pretty specific, though one of them is probably pretty close to what you would use. Maybe I should use that one today, then it'll be almost like you're doing it for me."
Jesus Christ, thought Jake as he stared at her response. He could picture her now, laying there in the bed, legs spread wide as she teased herself with a dildo before sliding it between her wet folds.
"I find visualization to be a useful tool," he began "just imagine I'm there, helping you to take care of your problem."
"Would you keep working on the job until I was satisfied?" came Anna's response.
"Satisfaction guaranteed, I don't quit until all your needs are met," he replied as he reached a hand into his pants.
"Okay, I'll give visualization a shot, but I'm going to need to put the phone down so I can free up both hands."
Jake tugged at his cock as he stared at her messages. She was falling further under his spell, and perhaps even faster than he anticipated. He could feel his balls tightening as he continued to work himself over, his own need for relief skyrocketing at an almost painful pace. He paused to pull his cock free of the constraining fabric, suddenly very glad that his client was out of the house for the day.
His phone dinged again as a new message flashed across the screen.
"Well, I doubt I did it quite the same way that you would, but I managed to finish the job for now. Just need to clean up the mess I made."
Jake groaned as he pictured Anna thrusting the cock into herself, her breasts heaving, her breathing ragged as she imagined him fucking her. He pumped harder and felt the pleasure surge as he plunged over the edge and released all over himself and the wall he was propped up against.
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As the week progressed, the texting antics continued, with one innuendo filled conversation after another. Jake hadn't had a reason to bother his own wife all week, the flirty messages from Anna had given him more than enough to work with whenever he needed release. Jake had offered to continue assisting her with her "painting work", sending her pictures of the pole he preferred to use, and showering her with one compliment after another on some unrelated skills that he hoped to see up close again.
To his disappointment, he hadn't managed to gain any pictures to match the calibre that he had sent her way. She had sent pictures of some of the tools she planned to use to solve her problems while at home all alone, and a few pictures of new outfits laid out on the bed, but nothing quite as intimate as the ones he had offered. The outfits at least gave him something new to picture her wearing, though his thoughts quickly progressed to the view he would be afforded as he tore them off of her. The tools, while interesting, were something he planned to get her away from. Maybe she needed them to get the job done with that stupid prick of a husband, but his own hard cock slamming into her would soon be all she needed to have earth shattering orgasms.
As Friday neared, Jake had laid the compliments on thicker and thicker, sensing that his next opportunity to visit couldn't be far off. He had hopes that the next time he went to her house, it would finally be just the two of them. Sure the couple had laid out rules, Logan had to be there, always wear a condom, blah blah blah. None of that was going to stand in the way of him getting what he wanted forever though, and when his phone lit up Friday morning he made yet another attempt to bypass those rules.
"How's the painting world today?" asked Anna.
"About the same as it always is, and by the end of the week a guy can end up feeling pretty sore. Looking forward to the weekend at this point," replied Jake as he waited for the right opening.
"Sore eh? I'm feeling pretty sore myself, and while I'd normally ask Logan to give me a good rub down he's out of the house for the weekend. He's taking the kids to his parents place and staying there to help them out with a few projects," answered Anna.
This was almost too easy, she was practically begging him to come over. Perhaps he had her falling faster than he had originally anticipated, regardless he couldn't pass up the chance.
"I know a few good ways to fix sore muscles," offered Jake.
"And what exactly would those be?" came Anna's response.
"First, I could draw you a bath, nice and warm, maybe light some candles," he began.
"You'd do that for me would you?" she replied, with a winking face punctuating the message.
"Yes ma'am, and when you were done I'd get some nice massage oils and work over every part of your body. I'd have to be thorough of course, you never know where stress is hiding. Sometimes you really have to probe everywhere until you find it," he answered, his cock stiffening as he hit send.
"Oh interesting, I figured your hands would be tired after working with them all week," said Anna.
"They might be, but I'm sure I could find some motivation to help out one more client this week. I've got a few other things I could use to help change some of that pain to pleasure if you know what I mean," replied Jake, adding his own winking emoji and a devil for good measure.
"That does sound lovely, unfortunately I'll have to take a rain check. I've got a date with a monthly visitor, a bottle of wine and some trashy TV."
Fucking hell, so close thought Jake as he cursed the unlucky timing. He contemplated trying one more time, but at this point he was a bit turned off by the talk of female issues and was willing to put up with the slight delay.
"Perhaps another time," said Jake as he sighed in disappointment.
"Perhaps," was all Anna sent back.
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The weekend was a quiet one beyond that point, and Jake found himself sleeping in the spare bedroom both nights after he had a few too many bourbons and suggested to his wife that if she wasn't going to sleep with him, he was sure he could find someone who would. By Sunday evening she had cooled down, albeit thanks to an expensive bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers, but there was still no sex to be had on the homefront.
Jake's marriage had never been the most solid thing in the world, though as far as he was concerned, they each had made their own series of mistakes. The sex had been great and plentiful at the start of their relationship, and boy could he satisfy his wife, but somewhere along the line she just stopped being enthusiastic in the bedroom. Who would blame a guy for wandering at that point, it was in his DNA, men needed to mate, and they needed women that could match their primal drive. He'd often wondered if it would be simpler if he just left, but each time he did the math he realized that some of the luxuries he preferred in life were much easier afforded when living in a house that his father-in-law had forked out most of the cash for. Sure they would pay him back one day, but for now he was living under the pressure of "daddy's money" and he couldn't help but blame his father-in-law's generosity for the reason that his wife didn't see him for the prime specimen of a man that he was.
Then again, maybe the house and the cars and the fancy bourbon could all be given up. Maybe the only thing he needed was a woman as hungry for him as he was for her. The passion that Anna had put on display in his presence, the raw sexual energy that she exuded on those two glorious evenings, it was enough to drive a man crazy. Perhaps that was all he really needed, and the fire within her was clearly burning stronger than it ever had before. This new Anna, unburdened by shame or guilt, was the very vision of Aphrodite herself, and he needed to claim her once and for all.
What remained to be seen now, was how much longer she could keep up the charade, how much longer she could pretend that she too didn't feel the same. Unbeknownst to Jake, he would soon find out his answer.
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