***WIFE'S POV***
Ever since the episode with Jacob in the kitchen, I have had conflicting emotions. I feel dirty, disgraced, but excited and turned on. I did not know that was even possible.
I was considering talking to my husband about things. He's a rational person, but I was not sure he would handle all that well or what he might do. I decided to sit on it for a bit to see if anything else were to happen. Was I subconsciously hoping it did? What has gotten into me? If nothing else happens, let bygones be bygones, and I will be careful around strange men in the future. I probably should have been careful without my husband around anyway. Still, I could never have imagined I would get felt up in a hot tub where I nearly orgasm. Then later that same night, I would have never expected to be taken as a toy in my kitchen. Who would have thought that one of my son's long-time best friends would have molested me, given me an orgasm, and had me conflicted as to whether I would have handled the situation any differently?
Just thinking about that night in my kitchen when this young man snuck up behind me, went ahead to fill up my breasts play with my nipples until I began getting excited, which did not take long. And the bold of this young man to finger and make me orgasm harder than I can remember. Then he taunts me, telling me he wants me shaved for the next time? Seriously what does he think of me?
Just reliving the moment, my head causes my panties to become soaked, and my nipples hardened.
Just then, I received a text message from an unknown number. There was a video of me orgasming! I was begging for him to make me come and say all these nasty things right there on the video. I did not give the impression I was a damsel in distress. Instead, I look like a dirty little whore begging this young man to use my body in any way he wants.
He ends the video with a close-up of his fingers, showing how much of my pussy juices were still on his fingers.
Is this what he meant for the next time he wanted to have me shaved? Was this his plan all along?
The video follows up with a message telling me that I have until Friday when he sees me next to ensure that my pussy is smooth like butter. Why Friday? That gives me a few days to figure out if I should go to the authorities or what I should do. Should I stay at a relative's house? Would he show the video to my husband?
As if he's reading my mind, I get a follow-up text message stating that unless I want the video sent to my husband and my kids, I will obey his command. But, of course, any this obedience will get me punished.
Punished how? I'm shaking and have to sit down on the couch for a minute to prevent myself from having a panic attack. He seriously would not send this to my husband and kids. What if he put it on the Internet? OMG, that would undoubtedly change my life as I knew it.
Not knowing what else to do, I respond by asking him how he plans to see me on Friday. Jacob responds by telling me that my husband will be on a business trip from Thursday evening until the following weekend. In addition, my daughter will be heading for the beach with a few of her friends.
How the fuck does he know this before I've heard anything from my husband or kids? Maybe he's making this up and trying to scare me, and it's his way of manipulation.
Of course, I find out that evening that Jacob knows more about my family because first, my kids ask me if I minded if they went to the beach for the weekend, and then my husband comes and mentions to me that he must go away for about a week with his company. So, he asked if I'd like to join him, and briefly, I considered but then thought better of it because I don't think that's what Jacob had in mind.
Friday is approaching faster than I could have ever imagined. Thursday evening, when I shower, I instantly notice my body responding to my thoughts about what's to come. My nipples hardened like tiny bullets. I can't help but give them a pinch, and as I do, my pussy juices drip down my leg. I am a bundle of nerves, but when I'm not, I feel like a fucking little slut because I feel like I damn near been wet since his message about what he wants for Friday. As I wipe off the juices that running down my leg, my phone with a message from Unknown". The message reads, "I bet you've been feeling like a dirty slot all week. Shortly your body is betraying you already. That's not my point of texting. There is an app called "Telegram," you are to download and create a username. Once that's done, I'm going to message you through that app in the future. The messaging service is an encrypted, completely private system. Can't have you getting caught unnecessarily."
As I'm taking my bath, I download the application, create my username, and receive the message from Jacob.
The message reads: "you downloaded that application quick. I knew you'd be anxious and tell me, have your cute nipples hardened up? Better yet, send me a picture."
The warm water from the bath relaxes me; I sent him a picture of me lying in the tub. My breasts were barely visible through the bubbles. Jacob was right; They are already hard and sensitive. The throw from sending him the picture feels like it sends electricity to my clit, and I begin to rub before scooting up on the side of the bathtub. I have not done this in a very long time; I need to be careful that I don't seriously cut myself. Next, I gently apply machine cream all around my pussy. I probably should have used a pair of hair clippers! I did not realize it grew this out of control. I make sure to take my time shaving around my lips, and as I pull them to the side to make sure I don't miss any spots, I can feel my juices and excitement already building. Once I'm done, I take a minute to check out my handiwork, and I must admit it was pretty damn hot. I ran my fingers over the smoothness, and if I thought my pussy was on fire before, it does not even compare to how it feels now that it's silky smooth. It's been so long; I did not even remember that my pussy's lips and my clit were so fat. I never remember them being this plump, as I chuckle to myself.
Friday morning arrives. Maybe you play with me, and he's not going to actually go through with this. I realize I find myself a bit disappointed in having that thought, but there is a knock on my door just then.
I make him wait a few minutes, then I opened the door, and I think to myself, this is one beautiful young man. I quickly snapped out of my inappropriate thoughts. Instead, I think that let's get this over with and see what he wants from me. Although, I have a pretty good idea. I want to get this done and over with. He arrived at the house carrying a large duffel bag. the site of this makes me very nervous. I ask him what he has. He tells me that I will find out soon enough but not to worry. That causes me to worry more than I was before he said anything!
He tells me that he appreciates the way I look. I am wearing a tank top with no bra and yoga pants with no panties. He walks up to me and squeezes my breasts and kisses me on the lips. I resist kissing him back. Then, I realize that he starts squeezing my breasts harder and harder until I finally spread my lips and let him kiss me.
Finally, he releases the death grip on my breasts. They ache for a minute, but the reaction they had was not one I expected. I found my nipples extremely sensitive, and just the friction from the shirt is enough to catch my attention.
I offered to get him a drink, but he declines. I pour myself a glass of wine, and we sit on the couch chitchatting.
