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Wherein Alex, a man of less than ideal morals, maneuvers to convince his wife that she should bring another woman into their marriage bed. One of his 'girls' is also further indoctrinated into what is expected of her behavior, in a public park.
There are six more stories before this one. They should be read in order. Why not click on my name, and do that now. Start with a Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. They're numbered after that.
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Chapter 07: Hard Lessons
Abby was quite considerate in the morning, letting me sleep in, and preparing breakfast while I was in the shower.
While lathering I took inventory of my new situation.
Krista was still my fuck toy, but I'd lost a lot of leverage. I still had some. Although Rich was currently in the doghouse, if he found out that his wife had been fucking me well before our little party, or that he'd been set up, he probably wouldn't take it all that well. And there still was the societal pressure - photos to friend and family that would be embarrassing as hell.
With Donna I still had my leverage, but by bringing her into the equation, and letting her know a bit of what we were up to, she had acquired some counter-leverage. If she thought to apply it. I was still convinced she'd be obedient, if a little recalcitrant, as was her nature. I wanted to reinforce the situation, and soon, with that one.
Abby was now under control. I'd caught her in a bad position, and confronted her with it. I should be able to play that up, and it was looking likely that she was a little wilder and more willing to play outside the marriage than I'd ever dreamed. More testing there was needed as well.
Rich was in the doghouse, and I was dying to hear from Krista just what had happened afterwards. He'd also been given a taste of the good life, and I imagined that I could use that to wheedle more out of him if needed. I had to keep Krista from fulfilling any of his desires, to make the possibility of Abby repeating her attention a huge temptation, yet just out of his reach.
My wife worked four days a week, with Tuesdays off, and half-days on Saturday. I knew she'd have to head in to the office by noon. Rich was in real-estate, working for a builder, and also worked Saturdays, so seeing Krista would be no problem. I was dying to get the scoop.
While I ate breakfast, Abby sat across from me, nibbling on a rice cake. We were pretty quiet.
"I don't know what came over me," she finally blurted. "Are you angry?" She looked on the verge of tears.
I felt a tiny bit sorry for manipulating her. For about a full second.
"Not angry, no. Just a little disappointed and a lot surprised. I didn't think that Rich was your type. And even if he was, I'd never have guessed that you'd act on it. Right under my nose." I told her between bites of my eggs.
"He's not. Not at all! I mean he's not bad to look at, but he's a pig, and mean as shit to Krista. But when you left I was so damn horny, and when he reached out and touched my breasts, it was like I lost all sense of right from wrong."
"It didn't take you long, I don't think we were gone 10 minutes, and I came back to find your face lodged in his lap." I told her.
"It was just a hand job!" She whined, defensively. "He was begging for it, and it seemed harmless enough. Then the more he whined and begged, well, I was disgusted, yet I still wanted to see what it was like to be his first, to swallow that whole weenie of his, to make him want me so bad he could taste it. When I sat in front of him, his dick hard, and poking up like that, I just new I could take the whole thing in my mouth without any trouble. It just seemed to make sense. Today it just seems so crazy, like a dream. Like it happened to somebody else."
"Do you want to do him again?" I asked her, as I tucked away the last of my breakfast.
"God no! What I said last night about letting him do me, it just seems crazy. The thought almost makes me want to throw up. I don't want his thing in me. Never." She was most adamant.
"Ok," I said as I cleared my place. She took the plates from me and rinsed them, loading the dishwasher. I sat back down and watched her. She hadn't cleaned up for work yet, and I knew she had to start getting ready soon if she didn't want to be late. But she was still lingering there, looking torn.
"Are you..., I mean do you..., uh, are you going to do Krista?" She blurted, not even facing me.
"Should I?" I asked in response.
"I swear I'll never do anything like that again. I'm so sorry." Her eyes were welling up now, and she was on the verge of losing it.
"I'm sure you're sorry now. Since you got caught. If we'd been gone 30 minutes I wonder how sorry you'd be." I told her.
"Really. I'm just sick about it. Please believe me." She was standing nearby, and I think she wanted to come to me but was still hesitant.
I stood and reached for her and she fell into my arms sobbing. "God, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I swear I'll make it up to you. Don't go crazy about this. We've got 15 years and Maddy to think of." She was gasping through her tears.
"I've just got to come to terms with it. I don't know how I feel," I told her.
"If you need to do something, don't hide it from me. Please. I'll... I'll go along. I'll help if you want. Just don't make things worse, please, please. You know there's nothing I won't do for you. Nothing she could do for you that I won't do better."
It was so strange to hear her like this. She was a woman that saw the world in black and white. Now that she'd stepped across the line, everything looked to be taking on shades of grey for her.
I stroked her hair, calming her. "I know you have to get ready; go ahead. We can talk about things later tonight."
She left me reluctantly and headed back to the bedroom. I needed to speed things up. I had to pick up our daughter before three, and there were a few things I wanted to do before then.
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I sat in Krista's kitchen, sipping a beer, while she told me about her evening after leaving us.
"I gave him the cold shoulder. I made him sleep in the boy's room. This morning, he came down early and tried to make up, but I wasn't about to let the bastard off the hook. It was pretty easy to act mad - I was furious. I didn't think he'd really do it." She told me.
"Did you confront him being a cheater?" I asked her, contemplating taking her back to the bedroom for a little play in a few moments.
"Absolutely. I told him I knew there were others, but to do what he did in front of me was the last straw. He denied it at first, but I just kept throwing in his face all the late evenings, and the women he worked with. and he finally admitted fucking that cow of an assistant of his two years ago. He claimed it was just once. He was all apologetic, then he tried to blame it on me for not satisfying him. I told him he'd be lucky to ever be allowed to touch me again. When he left he was all in a huff. How about you?"
I gave her the 5 minute recap of my dealings with Abby, including her asking me if I was going to do Krista. We laughed at that for a bit.
"Is there something wrong," she asked me, giving me an odd little look.
"Why?"
"In the last two months, you couldn't be alone with me for two minutes without sticking that monster cock of yours in me somewhere. Is something the matter?" She seemed genuinely worried.
"I don't know. I'm sitting here, hard for you, and thinking about taking you back into your bed for an hour or so, but at the same time, I feel kind of odd. I'm almost tempted to wait to fuck you until Abby can be here." I confessed.
Her eyes were like saucers. "Really?"
"Almost," I told her smiling. Then I stood and went to her, peeling her shirt off. "You look so much better like that. Take off the rest."
While I was fucking my hot little minx, I had to ask her what she thought of Abby getting double-teamed in the hot-tub. "Ever have any fantasies like that?" I asked her.
She hesitated. "Maybe."
"I bet you were thinking about it last night," I teased her, while she lay under me, legs spread deliciously wide.
"Maybe. But not with Rich. I wouldn't give him the pleasure." She admitted, while we screwed away like old lovers. She was quiet for a bit. "It was pretty hot. I was so damn horny when I left your place last night, I considered going back for a little dose of my own."
"I was thinking of it as punishment for him. Imagine if you were to do both of us, but you only let him in where he was used to, while I got to enjoy one, or both, of your other openings, while he had to see it. He would be crushed." I fucked her a little harder, the thought of cuckolding him getting me even more worked up.
"I hadn't thought of that," she giggled. "It would kill him to see me suck you, even if he was screwing me. Or if he had to watch your fat cock plundering my poor little bottom, and you made me come like you alway do, that would be a suitable punishment for fucking behind my back, don't you think?" She ground up into me, while I pounded her, her words a little more broken up as she spoke.
"You know I can't remember the last time I came while he was screwing me. On the rare occasion that he can get me off, it takes him a long time of parking his face down there. He doesn't seem to mind it much, he loves to eat me."
She never talked about her love life, and this was as open as she ever got.
She giggled again. "You know, he thinks that now that I'm shaved down there, I get so much more excited when he goes down on me, because I'm so wet. I'm so tempted to tell him it's your come he's chowing down on, not mine. I only let him go down on me now if you've been over that day." She was giggling almost uncontrollably, and I realized just how vindictive a little wench she was. "He loves the way you taste. He just doesn't know it."
"You're rotten," I told her, teasingly.
"Really? You always tell me I'm so sweet," She feigned innocence.
"So I was wrong. Now shut up and fuck me, so I can leave your husband a little gift in case you decide to make up with him tonight." I told her, pounding her hard.
She just smiled and pulled her legs back, opening herself up to me even more, until I could fulfill my commitment. Happily.
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That evening I avoided my wife, putting in some extra hours in my office, getting caught up on administrivia, and writing a presentation I'd been putting off. Since I work at home, and my company HQ is two time zones away, I tend to work shifted hours, rarely starting before 10:00, but often working until 7:00 pm. I also often went to bed later, well after midnight, and nights that I was working after 11:00 pm, Abby usually went to bed before me.
I didn't come downstairs until almost midnight, but Abby had stayed up. When I came to bed, she turned off the TV she'd been watching, and tried cuddling up to me. I started a bit standoffish, letting her try to ingratiate herself to me.
