Rob fucked Emma two more times after Tony had left, before going to bed in the spare room.
The following day was a little awkward for everyone. Having had sex with two men last night while her husband was passed out upstairs, she was quite rightly riddled with guilt and was trying her best to keep calm and act normal. Rob had the best night of his life, but didn't want Jason to suspect anything. Jason had a terrible hangover and was getting flashbacks of insulting friends, throwing up and making a fool of himself. Breakfast was pretty quiet
For the next week or so, Emma's tried her best to move on. She was certain that Jason didn't suspect anything at all which means Rob was keeping quiet. Rob and Jason went for a few pints a few days ago and despite Emma being a nervous wreck the whole time they were gone, Jason was completely normal when he returned, actually he was pretty horny and was all over Emma as soon as he came home.
The following Monday though, Emma got a text from Rob. 'Hey sexy, what you wearing? x'. Emma was at work when she read the text and her blood ran cold. Rob had never sent this kind of message before. She didn't want to send a nasty reply incase he was just joking, but she also wanted him to know she wasn't interested in ever doing anything else with him.
As she sat at her desk, pondering her reply, her phone beeped again. Another message from Rob. 'I saw you read my text, but no reply, are you ignoring me babe? x'. She immediately felt all the guilt pouring back onto her and looked around her office, feeling that somehow everyone knew what she had done. Her heart was racing, her fingers trembling as she started to reply, but instead, another message came through. This time there was a photograph of her on her knees in just her thong and heels with Robs cock in her mouth. 'Don't ignore me, it's not in your best interest, slut wife x'.
Emma couldn't take it, she picked up her phone and pretty much ran to the bathroom to try and escape the pressure she felt. Locking herself in a stall, she quickly replied. 'What do you want? why are you sending me that????'
She was staring at her phone. She wanted a reply but was dreading the answer. She knew Rob though, she knew him well and he was a good guy, he must've just thought this was funny and she was overreacting or something. She kept trying to convince herself it was ok, it was nothing to worry about.
Her phone beeped. 'Because I miss my slut wife and just want to know what you're wearing. This can go one of two ways, either you play along or within minutes your world falls apart...'
With that he then sent a photo of Tony fucking her in just her heels. 'I have photos and video of you fucking Tony, loads of them without me in, so I'll just deny all knowledge when they get put on every pornsite out there. Then maybe i come across one of your videos and send it to Jason and your parents, what do you think? x'
Emma burst into tears, she could see everything about to fall down in front of her, she was angry, upset, panicked. 'please dont'. was all she could reply before leaving the bathroom and heading to her bosses office, explaining she'd just had some bad family news and needed to go home.
Within minutes, she'd packed up and was in her car, before breaking down in tears again. She checked her phone, a new message. 'The choice is yours babe, do as i say, when i say it, or I ruin you, you have five minutes to decide or i start uploading and I'll send you the links.'
She couldn't take it anymore and phoned Rob, who answered in a very friendly way. 'Hello Slut Wife, long time no speak.'
'Cut the shit Rob, why are you doing this? Just delete everything and forget anything ever happened, please, don't fuck about with me.'
'Ok, I know you feel stressed at the moment, so I'll let that slide, but if you ever fucking speak to me like that again, i will destroy your life, do you understand? And think very fucking carefully about your answer!'.
Emma was silent. She'd never heard Rob speak like that before, he sounded scary and also deadly serious, she knew she couldn't risk triggering him. 'Yes' was all she could muster.
'Yes? Yes what?'
She took a breath, 'Yes i understand, I'm sorry.'.
'Good, good, well maybe this will be fun afterall, but talk is cheap, what are you wearing sweetheart?'
'A blouse... a blouse and trousers'. she stuttered.
'And heels? is my slut wife wearing heels to the office?'
'yes' she replied, fully aware that by doing so she was confirming her role as his 'slut wife'
'Nice, well undo that blouse a little and take a picture for me, i want plenty of clevage. Do it now.'
'Rob, please..'
'NOW!'
His raised voice made her jump a little and ahe quickly undid her blouse, taking a picture. 'Mmmm... very nice.'. Rob moaned into the phone, 'Wasn't expecting the blouse to be open that much you little slut, nice bra, cant wait to take it off, looks like youre in your car, did you leave work?'
'Yes, I'm in the carpark, i couldn't just carry on with my day once you sent me that picture.'
'Yeah, well i had to get your attention and to let you know I'm deadly fucking serious. Well, its a nice day, I'm finished for the day, you are now, so lets go for a drink, The Golden Goose in twenty minutes?'
She didn't want to see Rob ever again, but she knew she had to do as he said, so she agreed to meet him.
'Perfect, cant wait to see my slut wife.'. and with that, he hung up.
Emma was a mess on the drive to the pub, she nearly crashed a couple of times and ran a red light. Her head was all over the place. Cursing herself for what she did, thinking about all the evidence Rob had of it, knowing the devastating effects releasing that evidence would have. She was also trying to think of a way out, but there seemingly wasn't one. As she pulled into the pub carpark, Robs work van was already there. It took every ounce of courage she had to get out of her car and walk into the pub.
As it was just before 1pm on a Monday afternoon, the pub was pretty quiet and she saw Rob straight away at the bar. He smiled as he saw her, but not a friendly smile, it was almost a leer. 'Hello babe, i was just ordering a pint, what can I get you?'.
Emma looked around the pub for any faces she recognised. A couple of weeks ago, she would have no problem being seen out with Rob, it wouldn't have entered her head that it could be misconstrued by anyone, but now, it felt seedy, dirty, like she was doing something she shouldn't be. There was no one she recognised and asked for half a lager.
