As I feared, Buddy and Cindy wanted to tape again the next day. I say "feared" because I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do that would make Cindy scream. It was my turn, my turn to fuck her brains out, after the job she did on me the night before. I was terrified that after I was done Cindy would smile at me and say, "That was nice." I didn't want nice. I had to come up with something.
Buddy gave me a few pointers the night before. Go down on her, he said. Well, duh. She liked it a bit rough, she liked to be controlled. And she liked it from behind. With that information, and the gifts God has given me, I had to rock the world of a gorgeous, experienced woman who was married to a mountain of a man with a dick half again as big as mine. So maybe you can see why I was a bit nervous?
I sat in my kitchen, thinking, thinking...They wanted me to come over around six, so I had eight hours to formulate a plan. For the first hour nothing came to mind. I didn't want Cindy to look at me as cute little Nicky, this boy she thought was so sweet. Blech. I wanted her to WANT me, lust for me, want my cock as badly as she wanted Buddy's. To be honest, that was impossible. I am who I am.
Unless...it wasn't me. And that's what started the wheels turning. What if it wasn't me in the room with her? No, I wasn't losing my mind. What if Cindy came in expecting her darling Nicky, and instead found someone else. Not another person, but another personality?
I spent the rest of the morning and some of the afternoon planning, plotting. I created in my mind the role I would play tonight. It was important that Cindy not know what I was up to, but equally important the Buddy DID know, so I called him and asked him to come downstairs for a second. When I showed I gave him a quick rundown of my plan. At first he seemed skeptical, but when I finished I could see the excitement in his eyes.
"I think this is pretty weird, but you may be on to something here. Just don't slip up, play it all the way."
"I know."
"Well, you have my blessing. I think she'll be freaked out, but that's not a bad thing. She knows it's you. But nothing violent. You hit her and I'll kill you."
"Jesus, I would NEVER do anything to hurt Cindy!"
He grinned at me. "You wouldn't, but the guy in that room tonight might be another story. Just don't get too carried away." He patted me on the cheek. "Didn't think you were this kinky. Good job."
At 5:30 I walked up the steps to their apartment. I was wearing the robe they'd given me, but nothing underneath. The door was unlocked, as I'd instructed Buddy. I got the place ready. I took a big chair from the living room and put it against the far wall in the bedroom. I lifted a goose-neck lamp from their small office and set it on the nightstand directly behind the chair. I twisted the neck so that harsh light blared out. I stood where Cindy would be standing, and the blinding light would make it almost impossible to see the face of the person in the chair. Perfect. I went to the bar along the one wall of their kitchen and made myself a weak whiskey and soda. Time to get into character. I took a sip, and called Buddy's cell phone number. "Bring her," I said when he answered. "Send her in, and wait until I come and get you." I hung up without saying goodbye.
I went to the bedroom, sat in the chair, and waited. After a few minutes the door opened and she walked in. She was wearing a white satin tank top and matching panties. I could see her expression change from anticipation to amusement. "Nicky, could you turn the light toward the wall?"
I sipped my drink, the clinking ice the only sound in the room. I set the glass down and I said in a flat, bored voice, "Come closer."
She took a few nervous steps, her face showing her unease. When she was a few feet in front of me I said, "That's close enough."
"Nicky? What's going on?"
"That's a good question, Mrs. Parinski." I'd never called her that before and it threw her. She took a half-step backwards. "Why am I here?"
"So..."
"So I can fuck you, that's what you're saying? I was brought here to fuck you?"
"You weren't brought here, I thought you liked it yesterday when..."
"Your husband wants me to fuck his wife. Don't you find that a bit odd?"
"Is this about last night, did it upset you?"
I motioned her forward. "Step into the light." She obeyed, now obviously confused . I took another sip of my drink. "Those things you're wearing. Take them off."
She pulled the tank over her head and stepped out of her panties. "Turn around. All the way."
She spun around slowly, until she was facing me again. She bit her lower lip and squinted, trying to see my obscured face. "You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Parinski."
"Thank you."
"Your husband is a lucky man." "I guess."
"Oh, I know. Tell me, what if you don't want him anymore, after I fuck you?"
"That won't happen," she said quietly.
"Of course not, of course. But I have to ask. I can't have you bothering me all hours wanting to fuck me. That's what your husband is for." She started to say something but I raised a hand and cut her off. "Get on the bed."
