Jill two
The next morning I woke up feeling better than I have in years, being able to play around with and then fuck a drunk, beautiful twenty-five-year-old blonde with a stunning body, really does wonders for you. The best part is, she's married, so no entrapments or her falling in love; plus I have leverage over her consisting of the photos and video of her in her underwear sucking my cock.
Her phone started ringing, it was her husband again, this time I answered it. I thought I was pretty cool, considering his first words were "Who the hell are you?" I explained I was Jills boss and how she went to lunch with her friend and had too much to drink. So I had offered to drive her home and she must have dropped the phone in my car. I didn't find it until this morning and was in the process of returning it. He apologized and thanked me profusely. I told him I was glad to help out and added Jill was upset about something all week, maybe that's what the drinking at lunch was all about. I loved getting a few "digs" in him about his going away. He stammered something about their anniversary and asked me to have her call him as soon as she got her phone. I said,
"No problem and I would be leaving soon."
When I got to Jill's, it was just what I expected from her, she opened the inside door and kept the storm door locked,
"I never want to see or talk to you again after how you took advantage of me last night."
I almost didn't recognize her dressed in sweats, no makeup and I can only guess she had just finished throwing up, judging from her pale complexion.
Whatever color that was in her face drained out quickly when she saw her phone in my hand.
"Can I come in for a minute I just talked with your husband."
"Where was my phone? I've been going crazy looking for it and what could you have said to him?" she demanded.
"Sit down I'll explain everything,"
I told her about finding the phone and explaining to her husband my version of what happened. I told her she could go with the lie or tell him what really happened, but she had to call him now. She grabbed her phone glaring at me and gestured toward the door, then turned to her phone. I think Jill thought that I was going to leave, but instead I went into the kitchen. I could hear her clearly; thank god she went with my version. What a fool her husband was, he actually believed her story and took some of the blame, for leaving her alone on their anniversary . The call was short as her battery was going dead. When it was over, Jill called out to me that I should leave right now, as I walked into the living room, she looked at me and said,
"Thank you for covering for me, but as far as work is concerned, I think it would be better if I quit, don't you think so?"
"I think that would be bad, it would make your husband suspicious, you have a job you like and then all of a sudden you up and quit, for no apparent reason."
Jill reluctantly agreed,
"You're probably right, but I can't talk to you right now; I want you to leave, I have to think about this, plus I'm getting sick. I promise to call you later, I want to resolve this today."
What could I do, I left thinking I would never hear from her again. I couldn't complain, I was getting hard thinking about her passed out on her bed that beautiful face covered with my cum. I went back to my place to transfer the video and photos to my computer.
True to her word, but still surprising to me, Jill called late in the afternoon, she had rationalized what had happened, in her mind we were both drunk and got out of control, so we were both responsible.
The adult thing to do was to put it in the past and never talk about it again. I agreed just to keep her from quitting, I offered to give her a ride to get her car at the office, she accepted and said she would be waiting for me. I pulled up to her house and their she was, dressed in jeans and a bulky sweatshirt, and running shoes., At least she had makeup on ,her hair was in a ponytail tucked under a baseball cap, my dick barely twitched.
Jill got in with that smile on her face, but she wasn't as cheery as she usually was, it probably was just the hangover I hoped. The fifteen-minute ride seemed like hours as very few words were spoken. I dropped her by her car and said see you Monday, she just smiled and closed the door. Her husband wasn't due home till Sunday night. It was only four o'clock Saturday, I couldn't wait till Monday morning to see what I could get away with.
I had a few drinks and called Jill about eight o'clock I was surprised when she answered.
"What's up Mr. Bennet?"
she sounded like her sweet old self, which made me feel guilty, for a couple of minutes anyway.
"Could I see you tonight, at my place or yours, its important."
She replied sounding wary, "Tell me what it is first, and I'll decide where."
"I wanted you to see the video and photos from last night, they're quite good, you photograph well, and I don't know what to do with them. Maybe I should delete them or send them to your husband or maybe your parents? Why don't you come over and help me decide?"
I was waiting for her to hang up on me. But there was dead silence, then I heard her sigh and start to sob,
"You bastard, I can't believe you're doing this to me, I thought we had settled this, now you want more, it figures, you pig. Just give me time to get dressed, I'll be over in an hour."
"Just for that "pig" remark, wear something sexy we may have to negotiate, and you better have something to give up."
"What if I just call my husband and tell him the truth?"
"Yea, that's a good idea, I'll make some popcorn and I'll invite him over and we can watch the video together," I laughed. " I'll be waiting" and hung up. I wondered if she remembered when she wished all men were like me, I'll bet she doesn't now.
I should have insisted she wear her corset and stockings, but that would have been pushing it.
As it was, she didn't do bad, a black skirt that barely came down to her knees, sheer black pantyhose and a tight blue knit sweater that was a little revealing, show casing those over ripe tits and of course black heels.
Her expression was a mix of hate and fear, perfect for my plans.
"What do I have to do to get the video and pictures back?" tears were starting to form in her eyes.
"Don't cry Jill, it's not that bad, I figure if you can put up with my needs for a month, then it won't look so suspicious if you quit. I would prefer you stay, but it doesn't matter, and then I'll give you the pictures, video, everything."
She cocked her eyebrow, wiping a tear away,
"What sort of needs?"
"Simple to start out with, like when you come in the morning, if it's just you and me maybe I'll want to play with your tits, or hiking your skirt up to look at your ass while you work , that sort of thing."
"But what if somebody finds out?"
"If we're careful, nobody will know."
She started crying openly,
"You don't know what a mess I'm in."
"If my husband ever finds out what we did, I'm done." She paused for a minute.
"I shouldn't tell you this, you'll laugh at me when I tell you. Everybody told me not to, but I did it anyway, I signed a pre-nup, he will divorce me in a second."
"The way it reads if I commit adultery, I get nothing."
Talk about dumb, and what leverage I had now. Before I knew that, I was going to keep it simple, some stripping and maybe a blow job, but now there was no limit.
My mind was racing, thinking of ways and things I could do to that body, especially those soft tits, which were now heaving from her crying.
She was sobbing and shaking from head to toe, all she kept saying was her married life was over.
I got up and made her a martini, I didn't think she would take it, but she did and downed half of it, coughing a little bit. I tried to reassure her that nobody else knew or would know what happened and if we could work something out between us it would be over in a month. Jill started to calm down, she was obviously trying to figure something out.
I told her we could work out the details later, maybe tomorrow and not to worry. Now, I thought it was time to have some fun at her bodies expense.
She started to regain her composure, finishing her drink she looked at me with those sad doe eyes,'
"I hope your right, maybe this will work out somehow, but I really have to go now, I'll call you in the morning."
Things were moving too fast, all of a sudden, she was giving orders, I had to let her know who was boss. She should have offered me something as thanks for giving her husband that bullshit excuse. It was time to get this started.
"Don't you think you owe me something for fooling your husband, you're the one that stands to lose everything, not me."
Her mouth flew open,
"You want me to do something tonight? After the day I had trying to get your stuff out of my eyes and hair, you're not only a pig, but you're out of your mind!"
I just smiled, "Everything's in my computer ready to be sent, so you decide."
The tears started again; she was going to dehydrate herself at this rate.
"What do you want, I'll try to do it, just remember I still don't feel so good."
Her head hung down she couldn't look me in the eye.
"For starters stand up and let me look at you."
"Didn't you see enough last night; I woke up this morning practically naked."
"Jill, I would never get tired of looking at you, now take your skirt off, and get rid of your top while you're at it."
"This is so wrong; this is not something a married woman should be doing."
I felt bad for a few seconds, but then I wanted to degrade her some more, you know to keep her in her place.
She slowly took her top off revealing a lacy blue bra that showed her full tits perfectly. Next came the skirt, it was tight, and she struggled with it, setting up quite a boob show. Jill stood before me in just her sheer pantyhose and overflowing bra, nervously shifting from foot to foot in her spike heels, ready to do what I wanted. I was like a kid in a candy store. I didn't want to ask for too much too soon, it might make her go to her husband and ask for mercy saying it was rape.
"I'll keep it simple, come over here and stand in front of me, that's good, now turn around and bend over."
She obeyed; her ass was right in front of me her black hose stretched to its limit across her ass showing her black panties. I reached between her knees and stroked her legs moving upward, she stiffened at first but as I got higher, she slowly parted her legs giving me access to her sweet mound. She groaned, as I started rubbing her cunt, whether it felt good, or she was embarrassed, I didn't know and guess what, I didn't care either way. I kept it up and if she was enjoying it, she didn't let me know.
Finally in a whisper she said, "Are you through yet, it's not doing much for me."
I smacked her ass hard for saying that; she jumped and cried "Stop that it hurts!"
