This morning I read another email informing me that I would have a visitor, this one at 1:00AM. "He" sent instructions and said things would be much different because I'd have to fuck the guy. Just three nights ago I'd serviced His friend Billy with a sloppy blowjob while he sat in my driveway. I had to send my stalker photos to show that I'm completing his tasks.
He wanted to see my smiling face before my dirty deed, then several of myself giving head, and one with jism plastered on my lips. I had been sure to erase the photos from my phone after uploading them. Tonight, I would be uploading action shots of actual sex, not something I was eager for Ray to know about.
It was exciting to be wanted so badly that a man would go to these lengths, but I love my husband and hated sneaking around like this. He would probably try to find the guy and fight him, possibly causing Him to share the photos as promised.
No, Ray mustn't know about this. I wasn't looking for sex on the side, I told myself; my hand was forced. Still, it was like nothing I'd ever done to meet an anonymous guy for a blow & go. I felt slutty for enjoying any part of it, but also a little proud of my bravery.
After he'd left, the drying cum on my face was such a turn on that I would taste it while playing with a toy. I smile, picturing how I had lost track of time diddling myself. Ray got home and I jumped into the shower to scrub Billy's dried cum, something I should have done immediately. It had been total bliss to lie on my California king, fingertips gently making circles on my clit remembering how my face got messy.
These visits were the latest demands of a mystery man. He had threatened to publicly share photos showing my face that were taken during my first and only orgy. We had sent naughty pics to other couples hoping to meet for a swap. This asshole must have gotten them that way and recognized me.
At first, the emails demanded to see me in lingerie or using a dildo, and few wishing to see my painted toenails. I had to forward these images every night to stop the threats, but the demands were becoming more extreme.
If I considered denying them, I just had to imagine the shame I'd feel looking neighbors in the eye. My perfect soccer Mom life would be over if my town knew!
Earlier today, I wrote to ask about just giving another blowjob instead of having to fuck this guy. I explained how Ray and I were not using birth control and for Him to please consider my family.
The cold response was a reminder that I could best serve my family by helping to keep my lifestyle private. I reminded him that if I wind up murdered, the police will check my computer and find out who he is using fancy forensic gadgets, and he reminded me that him and his friends are just horny, not violent.
I couldn't get out of fucking this guy, but as I finish a tall glass of red wine, the knot in my stomach goes away. To keep these pictures from being shared, I am willing to do almost anything, and that scares me a little.
Is it because we are swingers that I find it easier than a normal, vanilla wife, to jump into bed with some guy I don't know? Oh my God, this is so horrible, I think to myself. I'm not even jumping into bed; I'm climbing into his backseat so he can fuck me like a whore.
The reality of situation comes flooding in and I'm frozen in front of the bathroom mirror with mascara starting to streak my pale face.
My phone made that familiar sound; I had a new message and it was time. Billy's visit now seems like a warm up to this. Where before I got away with only sucking a cock, the guy pulling into my driveway tonight was going to fuck me.
While my husband puts in some overtime, I'm going to be entertaining someone's sick needs. I only know he is a friend of the guy tormenting me, or he is the guy.
Like before, I was told to say certain things and have him use the camera on my phone to keep a photo journal. When he leaves, I will upload them to the man referring to himself as Peter Pole.
My instructions were clear: a gentleman by the name of "Tim" would arrive shortly. Billy was white, a country guy in his twenties, but Tim was going to be black and about forty. I was to join him in the backseat of his car and bring 3 items with me: my largest dildo, my smallest vibrator, and condoms.
Tim could fuck me and I was told I had to suck his cock as many times as he wanted to keep fucking me until he had his fill...or until the condoms run out, I thought. I'm not on the pill because of how it makes me feel and there's no way I'm risking that.
I've been with my share of men and can probably get him off with my mouth before he fucks me, maybe saving myself from the sex part. I can guess that knowing I'm his for the night though, he won't be in a hurry to leave. Ray was working an overnight shift and I had a feeling this was going to be a long night for us both.
It's 1:02 AM and I see headlights in my driveway. I grab my jacket and almost trip walking to where a newer SUV is parked. A handsome black gentleman with some gray showing smiles and welcomes me inside.
Thankfully the inside of his car is warm from the heater and I see that his adjustable seats left him room to spread out a large blanket. He kisses me and his full lips almost smother me. He is very excited and soon I'm being pawed at and feel his tongue whipping the inside of my mouth.
When I push him back to get some air, he motions for me to join him in the backseat. Soon we both have shoes kicked off and are grinding with the contents of my bag laid out beside us. It's nothing to say he is larger than my 5 foot 2, petite frame, but I liked that he was in good shape and we kiss while I rubbed the growing tent in his pants.
I have prominent nipples on my perky B cup tits that I'm glad don't flop around and are a good fit for my small body. Tim inhales one of my tits, latching onto me and suckling hard, making me wonder why I had worried so much.
I was told what to say to let him know we had begun. Looking downward and blushing I said, "If you lick my pussy then as thanks I will suck your big black cock so you can fuck me all night. I will do whatever your friend says, I love being His little whore."
Tim smiled big and told me to take off my jeans. I was instructed to have easy access so I didn't wear panties. He brushed a hair from my cheek then gripped my throat with a firm hand, forcing my cunt to squeeze in response.
"This time look me in the eye and say it", he insisted with such intensity that I was frightened.
This time I spoke in truth, the honesty never being lost on us both. I was thankful he had not let my shyness go unchecked. As he positioned himself between my legs, I closed my eyes and considered thanking the man blackmailing me.
Tim kissed my freshly shaven thighs, then pushed my legs far up into the air so my feet touched the roof. He told me toes & ass were his thing, then he dove in. He licked my rim a few times then plunged his tongue deep into my ass. My pussy instantly got wet.
