THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE "MY BEST FRIEND BLACKMAILS US" MULTI-PART SERIES. I RECOMMEND READING THIS FIRST SERIES TO UNDERSTAND THE CONTEXT OF WHY MY WIFE IS SUBMITTING TO MY BEST FRIEND.
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A few days later, Sara texted me to say that she was going out with a girlfriend for drinks, and may be home late. I did text her a couple of times during the evening, and she took much longer than usual to get back to me. She told me she was fine, having fun, and not to wait up for her. I stayed up until almost 1am before finally going to bed.
I must have been sleeping lightly, because I heard a car coming up my gravel driveway and it woke me up. I peeked through the plantation shutters of my bedroom window and was surprised to see a stretch limo parked in front of my house. I waited anxiously by the window, trying to see which one of Sara's friends had sprung for the limo, as I knew it was not in our budget.
When no-one had emerged from the limousine after ten minutes, it dawned on me that Sara was not in the limo with one of her girlfriends. She was with Adrian, presumably saying good night. My fear of a confrontation with Adrian, kept me hiding behind the plantation shutters like a pussy.
He was significantly taller than me, far heavier and more muscular. He was a lot stronger than me, and would have easily overpowered me in a physical altercation. He had probably had a few drinks. He had also told me that he was going to fuck my ass. Well, not in person, but his business card that he left on my pillow, clearly conveyed that threat. No, I reasoned, tonight was not the night to confront him. So, I waited nervously for almost twenty minutes, as they said good night, whatever the fuck that entailed.
After what seemed like an eternity, the driver finally got out of the car and opened the rear door. Adrian stepped out first, dressed impeccably as usual, in an expensive tailored suit. He extended his hand into the limo, and Sara emerged from the car stumbling on her high heels. He walked her to the front door, steadying her as she was clearly tipsy. They shared a long open-mouthed kiss at the door, as he rested his hand on her ass possessively.
I should have been enraged. However, my first thought was, at least Sara didn't suck him off in the limo. He certainly wouldn't have French kissed her, if she had just swallowed his load. That asshole would have told her to passionately kiss me, if she had just given him a good night blowjob. He helped her unlock our front door, and I heard her heels clicking on the marble floor. He got back into the limo and disappeared down my driveway.
I went downstairs to greet my wife, and it was immediately apparent that she was not tipsy. She was drunk. Very drunk. She was giggling like a schoolgirl and her speech was slurred.
"Adrian took me dancing baby, and I had a little too much champagne! He is a great dancer."
Fuck, who would have thought. Add it to the long list of things he excelled at.
"It wouldn't be ideal if one of our friends saw you out dancing with a black man, Sara," I said calmly.
Sara giggled and replied, "Relax baby, I know not to go on dates with Adrian in our own back yard. We drove to San Diego in his limo."
San Diego is an hour south of us, which made me feel a little more at ease. However, I needed more details.
In her drunken state, Sara started to tell me exactly what had occurred this evening. It was tough to hear, but I needed to know. I told her to tell me the truth. I had a lot of important decisions to make. The alcohol emboldened her, and she started to tell me what had transpired tonight.
Apparently, Sara had gone out for drinks with her girlfriend, Stacey. Yes, the same Stacey that Adrian had thrown in to sweeten my deal. Stacey is a bad influence on my wife, and I don't like it when they go out bar-hopping together. Especially now that it was conceivable, that Stacey might tell Sara, that she was to be my live-in girlfriend in the future, if Adrian had his way. I really wanted to keep Sara, and didn't want Stacey to drive a wedge between us.
Whenever Stacey and Sara go out on the town together, my wife drinks way too much and makes bad decisions. She hasn't strayed outside of our, admittedly open marriage, much over the years. However, I knew that on two occasions when it did occur, she was partying with Stacey.
Tonight, the two of them had gone to a pool bar within walking distance, and quickly tired of the locals hitting on them. Stacey wanted to get a cab back to Newport Beach, but my wife had a better idea. She texted Adrian a quick "rescue me" and a few minutes later a stretch limo showed up. Stacey and Sara stumbled into the car, and joined Adrian at a very nice piano bar, in Newport Beach. Stacey had been quite enamored with Adrian, and slipped him her number, before she left in a taxi that he paid for.
Adrian and my wife left Newport Beach in his stretch limo and headed south. I say "headed south" as a euphemism. They were indeed heading in a southerly direction, bound as they were for San Diego. However, my gorgeous bride was also "headed south" as she ended up sucking Adrian off, on the one hour limo ride, to pay for her "egg privileges". Sara freely admitted that she swallowed his load, and remained on her knees on the limo floor for several minutes, as she cleaned their combined juices from his cock.
Adrian invited her to sit next to him, and started to flatter her. He told her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Then he asked her if she wanted some MDMA. Sara had only taken this drug a few times before, and the experience had been completely intoxicating. They took their meds together, laughing on the back seat of the limousine. He gave her two MDMA pills, and swallowed a couple of Viagra tablets himself.
When they arrived at the nightclub in San Diego, Sara was feeling no pain. There was a long line outside waiting to get in. Adrian walked confidently to the front of the line, tipped the bouncer one hundred dollars, and was granted immediate entry. They were escorted to the VIP area, and he ordered two bottles of champagne. Adrian only had a couple of sips of champagne, before he was ready to dance.
Taking the lead, he escorted my wife onto the dance floor. They were an impressive looking couple, a 6 foot 2 inch muscular black man, and his beautiful blonde haired, blue-eyed girlfriend. They danced for several songs, making quite an impression at the night club. Sara told me that they had a couple of slow dances too. The MDMA was starting to take effect, making my wife extremely horny.
Adrian and Sara embraced and kissed on the dance floor, and he pulled her close to him. She told me she could feel his erection through his pants, and felt like she should take care of his needs. He had given her such a great evening. He deserved a little thank you. They made the decision to leave the night club, and one of the bouncers escorted them to the limo. As the driver held the door open for them, my wife told Adrian, that she "could get used to this lifestyle."
When Sara told me that, it was a real kick in the nuts. We were struggling financially, and a woman of her caliber, did deserve a rich husband. Long term, Adrian had an interest in marrying Sara. In the mean time, he was prepared to wine and dine her, in exchange for sex. The limo headed back to my house, which was about an hour drive from San Diego.
Once they were in the limousine heading back to San Clemente, Adrian started to enlighten Sara, about his considerable expectations of her.