Ted had worked for my husband for ten years. He was something of a computer genius and had helped Mike take his startup and turn it into a real company. Mike and I had delayed having kids because of the business and I was more than ready to start a family. So ready that I had stopped taking the pill so that if we ever did have sex again I might get pregnant. To make a long story short I have a pretty vivid fantasy life and spend more time than I would like to admit masturbating. Sometimes I even write down my fantasies and post them sites like literotica.com for fun. Recently Ted was fixing my computer and accidentally learned that I had been posting stories on the web. I never used my real name when I post, but I always incorporate real people in my stories. After finding my user name, Ted spent a few nights reading my stories and worked up the courage to confront me about them. I am embarrassed to say that several of them were about him.
After Ted revealed his knowledge of my secret he explained, in not so direct that he would be blackmailing me. If I didn't want Mike to find out I would have to have sex with him. We negotiated for what seemed like hours until I convinced him that I would NEVER have intercourse with him. I offered to give him a handjob, but he countered that he wanted something he called a 'cameltoe slide'. He explained that I would rub his penis between the lips of my vagina until he ejaculated. He argued this wasn't 'sex', instead it was basically masturbation which wasn't cheating. I wasn't the least bit happy about the compromise, but I felt like I didn't have much of a choice. I convinced myself that I could do it without cheating on Mike.
Ted tried convince me that I really wanted this and that my stories about having sex with him were proof. Tears were welling up my eyes when I began to remove my panties. I guess I was looking for some sympathy or remorse as stepped out of them. When Ted saw my vagina, instead of showing remorse he seemed more surprised than anything else. My sadness turned to embarrassment as I realized that Ted was shocked to see my 'bush'. With tears running down my, now, red face Ted took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
Without much conversation he took a dollop of shaving cream and was about to start shaving my pubic hair when I grabbed his hand and told him he couldn't. The only thing I could think of was what my husband would say when he realized I was shaved. How would I explain it to him? Ted ignored my protest and continued rubbing the shaving cream into my pubic hair. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers rubbing a place that only one man had been for over a decade. Ted then carefully began shaving me. After about five minutes I took over and shaved myself clean. I've always thought guys who like shaved women were perverts. When I was done, Ted rubbed his hand over me, inspecting my work. I had never felt anyone touch me there without hair, feeling his fingers against my skin made me feel like a slut.
Ted led me back to the bedroom and I stood there sort of in a stupor as he removed his clothes. I watched him undress and caught myself wanting him to fuck me. Again, I couldn't help but feel like a whore for allowing him to seduce me in spite of the blackmail. At this point I would have continued even if he guaranteed me that he wouldn't tell Mike. I was committed. Once he was done he untucked my blouse and began to help me remove it, but for some reason I stopped him. I didn't want to let him see any more of me than he already had. I had to preserve some of my dignity. I jerked my shoulder away and forcefully told him, "NO!" Ted backed off and laid down on the bed. He motioned for me to come over.
I had actually fantasized about making love to Ted. He was young, well proportioned and handsome. The truth was I had thought about him while making love to Mike. I couldn't tell him, but part of me was thrilled Ted was doing this. In many ways Ted was taking my stories and turning them into reality. I guess he realized that before he decided to blackmail me.
I climbed onto the bed and with Ted's help straddled him. I watched as he squeezed KY over the length of his penis. It occurred to me that I had never really seen another man's penis in years. I could tell Ted's penis was a lot bigger than Mike's. Size never really factored into my sexual decisions, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I had wondered if it mattered from time to time.
Still straddling Ted, my skirt was hiked up revealing my cleanly shaved pussy. Ted reached up and slipped his KY-covered fingers in between my pussy lips. His fingers were cold and I jumped when I felt him violate me. I pushed his hand away. Ted just looked at me in that sort 'it's your move' sort of way. I took his queue and slowly lowered myself over his cock.
