Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
It was a very silent, awkward dinner for the three of us. I couldn't tell if it was just me or if everyone felt as uncomfortable.
The only sound was coming from the cutlery going against the plates.
To my left was my beautiful, loving and surprisingly kinky fiancée, Charlotte. She was keeping her eyes on her plate, barely looking up. When she did her eyes would glance at Brooke and then back down again.
I was in the middle, not wanting to look at either of them and constantly shifting in my seat due my arse still being sore from that night Brooke tied me up and used her dildo on me. Oh god, just the thought made my cock start to grow. I still couldn't believe that happened. I had never experienced anything like it before.
And ever since... I'd felt broken. My will to fight Brooke or even attempt to stop any of her approaches had completely gone.
And finally to my right was Brooke, the 18 year old sex freak who had completely turned our lives upside down. She was eating but with a happy face. God, that face.
I went around in circles in my mind over and over again about what had happened to me in the last few months.
On one hand, before Brooke showed up Charlotte barely ever wanted to have sex any more, but on the other, I was feeling guilty from cheating on Charlotte with her own sister.
But then again, Charlotte was clearly turned on by the thought of me and her sister. But again, that was just fantasy. Well, fantasy to her.
I was having the best sex of my life with both of them... but I could be throwing away my future and relationship with Charlotte.
Arrghh, it was too much. I was going to go crazy.
Brooke had me completely under her thumb. She didn't even have to threaten me with blackmail anymore. On more than one occasion she would click her fingers, and I would lick her pussy without so much as a word.
It wasn't as if I had suddenly become her submissive. When I fucked her I still treated her like a whore. I had just given up resisting.
Finally though, this meal was making it too painful. I needed the constant mental torture to end, even if it meant me and Charlotte breaking up.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak... Charlotte started first.
"I'm going to be working away for two weeks soon," She said, not looking up from her plate. "Just wanted to let you know."
Her eyes were locked on her plate, but then I jumped when I felt Brooke's hand touch my thigh.
Fucking hell, she's going to kill me!
"Oh right," I said, attempting to keep my voice calm as Brooke's fingers pressed into my thigh. I knew if Charlotte only looked up then she would see,
good! Let her see! Just end it already!
This was it, I was going to reveal all.
"Actually..." I said, but once again Charlotte interrupted me.
"I'm sorry," She said. "It's a potentially huge client. My boss said if I land it, then that guarantees me becoming Director."
I could sense the worry in her voice. Charlotte's job was her life, but this was partly why our sex life had become so rare because every part of her focus was on her career. She had been eying up this Director opportunity for nearly a year now. She and a colleague had practically been fighting over it, but it seems all her hard work was going to pay off.
Right then... I knew I couldn't tell her.
This could be the opportunity of a lifetime for Charlotte. If I tell her about me and Brooke, then not only will she lose her fiancé, but it could ruin her opportunity to land this client and get the promotion.
It was settled. I would have two weeks left to work out how I was going to tell her. Once she was home, all was going to be revealed.
Brooke's hand remained on my thigh,
I'm going to be alone with her for 2 weeks... oh fuck.
--
After dinner Charlotte went upstairs to pack for her trip, leaving me alone with Brooke to do the dishes. She was wearing leggings, which really showed off her perfect, curvy arse. She had a baggy top on, but even that found it hard to hide her big tits.
I was at the sink, washing dishes while she stood next to me drying them.
"So, just me and you for two weeks." She said with an evil snigger.
"At lease wait until she's gone." I whispered.
"Oh, I can wait," Brooke replied. "I'm about to have you all to myself for two straight weeks," then she leaned in and snaked her tongue into my ear. "You won't have any cum left by the time she's home."
Oooh fuck! What is she doing to me!
I couldn't fight it. My cock was rock hard as she bit and licked at my ear.
Luckily, she stopped after that. It didn't take us long to finish the dishes, but when I took off the rubber gloves, she kissed my cheek and chuckled.
"Have fun with Charlotte tonight. Hope she pictures me again," And as she walked off, she turned her head back, "Love you."
Ever since she first told me that she loved me, Brooke had become quite liberal with the word. To be honest, I was sure she meant it. The main problem, other than the obvious, was that Brooke was fucking crazy! She was the type of girl that would love me so much that she would sooner see me dead than with another woman! The ONLY way I could see myself breaking away was by just telling Charlotte everything.
Sure, even if I did that then she may still want me, but at least I wouldn't be cheating or being blackmailed.
I went to my room after that, but my walk slowed as I passed Brooke's room and attempted to listen for any sounds of moaning, but I couldn't hear any.
By the time I got into my room Charlotte was finished packing. She still looked a little uneasy,
she's probably just nervous about this promotion.
"How're you feeling?" I asked and took one of her hands into mine.
"Yeah, fine. You?" She quickly replied.
I had never seen her like this before. She was always so confident and sure of herself, but there was no way that I could tell her about Brooke now. It would crush her.
"Hey," I whispered and took her cheek into my hand, "You're going to do great. You're amazing at what you do. Just don't stress about it."
That forced a laugh from her. Charlotte had always been the stress head out of the two of us, and it became a running joke whenever she got anxious, I would say "don't stress about it", as if it were that easy.
"Are you going to be okay with just you and Brooke while I'm gone?" She asked.
Oh god, please don't ask me that!
I could feal sweat starting to bead on my forehead.
"Erm, yeah, we'll be fine," I told her, and my voice only broke the once when I said it.
She was looking into my eyes, darting from each one, as if searching for something.
"Do you love me?" Charlotte suddenly asked.
"What?" I replied, taken aback by the random question.
"Do you love me?" She repeated. "Do you still want to marry me?"
I couldn't believe she was actually asking me that. Of course I did!
Do I?
I mean, I was planning on telling her how I had been fucking her sister for months behind her back. Would I do that to someone that I loved and wanted to spend my life with? I had been with Charlotte for so long, maybe...
What am I thinking! Of course I love her! That's just Brooke getting in my head, the psychotic bitch!
"Of course I love you and want to marry you," I told her, and I meant it, but... it was hard, knowing what I was going to have to admit to in two weeks' time. "Do you still love me?"
"Yes!" Charlotte immediately replied, as if offended by my question even though it was the same as hers.
She quickly calmed down though, realising that it was an unreasonable reaction.
"You wouldn't..." Charlotte paused and looked away, "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me? Or to ruin my career... would you?"
Okay, that did confuse me.
"What?" I asked, "Why would you ask that. Of course not! You know how happy I am for your career."
"It's just, this promotion is a big deal," Charlotte told me. "I'd understand if you were a little... jealous. You can tell me if you did something to try and stop it."
I couldn't actually believe what she was saying. Who cares that she would be earning a lot more money than me. She deserved it! She worked like a dog to get to where she was, and I was nothing but happy for her.
"I can't believe you would even say that," I replied and stepped away. "I have never done anything to get in the way of your career. In fact, I've done everything I can to make your home life easier, so you don't have to stress once you're away from work."
She kept looking into my eyes, as if she didn't believe what I was saying. I was furious! I'd made a lot of mistakes, and yeah, sometimes I'd gotten angry at things she had done when I shouldn't have. But this! How could she ever say that I would actually do something to harm her career?
When she didn't say anything, I knew she didn't believe me.
"You know what, I'll sleep in the spare room tonight." I told her.
"George," Charlotte whispered in an attempt to stop me, but that was it. She didn't ask me to stay; she didn't say sorry. So, I left.
I went to the spare room and slammed the door.
--
The next morning Charlotte left for her work trip without saying goodbye. By the time I woke up she was gone, and my two weeks alone with Brooke began.
To be honest, I half expected her to come into the spare room with me as soon as Charlotte left. I was actually disappointed when she didn't. So eventually I had to get up and get ready for work.
I stepped in the shower, leaving the bathroom door unlocked... did I leave it unlocked in hopes that she would come in? Fucking hell, my brain was wrecked!
Anyway, no, she didn't come into the shower with me. Or while I got dressed, or while I made breakfast.
I knew she was home as I could hear her moving in her bedroom, but she never came to see me. I even left ten minutes late, but nothing. What sort of game was she playing?
That whole day I spent thinking about Brooke and whatever she was planning.
When I returned home, she wasn't in, and it was like torture just waiting for her.
--
Two hours. I paced around my house for two hours, and there was still no sign of Brooke. What's worse, the longer I waited, the more I wanted her. I wanted her to come back. I wanted to feel her lips around me, and I wanted to spread her legs and take her.
When my phone vibrated, I jump at the thought of her, but it was Charlotte.
"Hey, how's your day been?" I asked when I answered it.
"Erm, yeah, not bad." Charlotte replied, but her voice was off. Was she still annoyed at me?
"How has the meetings gone?" I asked.
There was a pause, and Charlotte let out a heavy sigh, which made me more nervous.
"Is it you?" Charlotte whispered.
