This story is dedicated to a couple that shall remain nameless but who have been very helpful in giving me inspiration to write this series of stories that shall be titled "A Family Affair". This first chapter may not be quite what you were looking for but it will move along. Thanks, guys; I hope that you enjoy it!
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My name is Max and my wife is Debby. We are in our mid-thirties and have been very focused on our careers such that we never took the time to start a family. So far, we have been very content with living our lives as a loving heterosexual couple and although our sex life is pretty good by all standards, we are often both too tired to engage in making love many nights in a row. It is almost becoming a chore to make love with any regularity and a lot of the initial spark we had when we met as college sweethearts has seemed to burn to a mere flicker.
Debby is a successful dealer in a brokerage house on the fast track in her firm to become a junior partner while my accounting practice is becoming quite solid and my client base is growing.
One day, about a week ago, Debby called me at the office to inform me that she had an evening meeting with the managing partner of the firm and she was very excited; she was convinced that an offer of a partnership might be the sole agenda item. I waited up for her arrival at home until after 11:30 and was becoming worried about how long the meeting was taking. Repeated calls to her office only reached her voicemail and there was no answer at her boss's line either.
Just as I was considering driving to her office, I heard her key in the front door and she came into the living room when I called her. She looked a wreck; her hair was all tangled, her suit jacket was torn and her face was streaked with tears. She ran into my arms and as she sobbed, told me the whole sad tale. It seemed her boss took her out to dinner at an expensive restaurant, wined and dined her until she was too drunk to know better and then almost carried her to a room upstairs and tried to rape her. I was so furious that I was prepared to kill the bastard!
Deb talked me down by letting me know that her well-placed knee in his groin had given her the chance to escape and call a cab to get home and we had to think wisely since this demanded revenge not action. Neither of us wanted to see her lose her job so we decided to plot something that would embarrass the man to the point of being forced to retire while keeping Debbie's job secure.
After I took my lovely wife into the bathroom and drew a hot tub for her, I poured in some fragrant and soothing oils into the steaming water and undressed her magnificent body, dressed the few scratches she had endured and settled her in for a soak. I sat on the toilet seat while we talked about what we could do.
We decided that we would have to play on his reputation as a successful cocksman who had taken every junior and secretary in the firm to his bed with no repercussions. He was also married to a woman who controlled the wealth in the family and who was a well-known socialite around town. Even the hint of scandal and he would be finished especially since his wife's father had founded the firm and she inherited and still held a controlling interest in the business.
Our plan started to get together; it was a little risky but if we played out cards right and kept our minds on the task at hand, we figured we could do him in.
The first step started the next morning when Debby, dressed professionally as possible, went into her boss's office and closed the door behind her. She apologized for her actions of the night before even before he managed to open his mouth. His reaction was exactly as we expected; he told Deb that if she expected to get the partnership she wanted so badly, she had to learn the game and play along. Of course, Debby hemmed and hawed and blushed and refused until he was about to take the fatal step of kicking her out of his office with the threat that no one would take his word against his.
So Debby, with the appropriate meekness acquiesced; she told Mr Wright (and no, he definitely wasn't Me 'Right') that her husband would be out of town for the next week and if he were prepared to come over to our place that night at 8:00, she would make it up to him. Of course, being the pig he was, he jumped at the opportunity of fucking my wife – especially in our bed – and said that he would be there on the dot.
I had taken the day off to get the 'set' ready for our little play. I took our high-resolution digital movie camera and set it up in the bedroom closet with a clear view of our king size bed. I then filled the room with candles and after closing the blinds and turning off the lights, checked the picture and sound in the candlelit room – perfect! The camera was activated by both sound and motion so I knew that it would be on when needed.
When Debby got home at 5:00, I had dinner and a bottle of wine (partly Dutch courage for both of us) and we planned the last steps. At 7:00, Debby had a quick perfumed bath and dressed in her sheerest floor length gown with nothing underneath; every succulent curve was exposed and the material rubbing against her nipples had them hard as diamonds as they grew longer. I almost ravaged her on the spot but the ringing of the doorbell stopped that thought. As I stepped into the garage out of sight – leaving the door open just enough to see through the darkened kitchen to the front hallway – Deb opened the door and was backlit by the living room lights to dazzle the boss.
Dazzled might not be strong enough; his mouth was open as his jaw dropped at the beauty he expected to have all to himself that night and likely for the first time in his life, he was speechless! Debby closed the door behind him, as his eyes remained locked on her sexy almost naked body. He lunged at her but Debby put him off saying that the bedroom was waiting and she wanted to do this right.
As if his cock was guiding him – we were convinced his brain was in that little head – he followed Deb into the bedroom, He commented on the sexy atmosphere with all the lit candles and, as the camera rolled, even went so far as to say that if she performed well tonight (and for the next six nights I was out of town – a new twist to us), she would have a good shot at partner.
Debby went along by asking, "What if I say 'no' right now and tell you to leave; would that mean no partnership?"
"You're a big girl; you should get the picture. After all, I laid it out pretty clearly today in my office"
As he tried to reach out and throw Deb to the bed, she told him to get undressed first if he wanted to fuck her. He loved her dirty talk and was soon quickly naked. By this time I was by the half-open bedroom door and had a hard time not laughing at the pitiful short potbellied and balding man. Without his power suit, he was really a laughing stock! And his cock – didn't appear to be much more than 6" long and pencil thin.
As Debby laughed at the sight before her, he pushed her onto the bed and tore the gown of her. He pawed at her naked 34C breasts and bit down on her nipples. Deb was struggling as much for the camera as for him and crying for him to leave her alone – nothing was worth the partnership. He was so engrossed in her suffering and what he deemed was her arousal that he neither heard nor saw me creep up on him from behind. I had left my clothes in the hallway and I bent down to lift up his hastily discarded suit, shirt and underwear and carried them out to the hall closet to hide them.
Returned to the room, I rolled him off Deb and quickly bound his wrists to the brass rails at the head of the bed. I had the element of surprise in my favour and he didn't have a chance to even struggle. I then stuffed one of his own socks in his mouth as he started to yell in protest.
Once he was thoughally secured, I proceeded to make tender love to my wife and her responses to my gentle strokes and mouth on her breast elicited moans of pleasure from her luscious lips. I glanced over at the scowling buffoon lying beside us and noticed that our lovemaking was obviously turning him on; that little 6 inches had grown to almost 8" fully erect and was dripping precum. "It appears that Mr Wright wants to play," I laughed.
