All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age and older. It involves fictional reluctance, blackmail sex, which the author does not condone in real life. This story is also protected under copyright and only Literotica have my permission to print this story.
Thursday
My very dark plan took a back seat. I lost the courage, believing the real light at the end of the tunnel would come from seeing out the final day with Harry. I'd have to trust him or else.
Having not been told what to wear, I took the initiative and dressed as I would for work. A grey pin-striped pencil skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse with black shoes. When I opened my front door, Harry was standing outside my house, grinning in a pair of trousers and a shirt.
"Harry?" I gasped, shocked to find him there.
"I thought we'd spend the day in your house, Louise," he said, walking in as if he lived there.
"Not here, Harry. Haven't you put me through enough already?" I pleaded.
"I have some errands to run. I'm going out of town for a few days. My sister has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. I thought you'd be pleased to learn we're only going to be spending half a day together."
"I'm so sorry about your sister," I offered my genuine sympathy, more for her than him. "But can we please do this in your house. It's too risky here. Jessica or Jack could come home unexpectedly." My pleas fell on deaf ears.
"The risk will make it more exciting," he winked. "Lock the door but keep the key in the lock. I'll jump over the back garden fence if I need to."
I sighed, accepting I had nothing to bargain with.
"I want you in your marital bed, Louise. No whining. I want you upstairs naked in your own bed, then it's over between us."
"And Jessica?"
Harry chuckled. "I've not given her a thought since we've been fucking."
"But you'll leave her alone?"
"If she wants my cock again she can have it, but you have my word I won't go after her."
I guess I could accept that. "What about the CCTV footage of me? Will you delete it in front of me?"
"You drive a hard bargain, Louise," Harry smiled. "That depends how willing you are to please me this morning."
"What do you want?" I dreaded to ask, but sex was all I had to work with.
"How about you show me your bedroom. We can decide from there."
I led Harry upstairs into my bedroom. It was awful allowing him to invade my most private space. He opened the wardrobes and found my clothes hanging up. He then browsed through the outfits before picking out a dark green cocktail dress.
"Get undressed and put this on," he ordered.
Harry removed his shoes then fell back onto my bed. He laid there, smug, with his hands behind his head, watching me undress.
"You're one sexy MILF, Louise. You have a great pair of tits on you."
"Thanks," I muttered, not wanting the compliment.
"Your husband is a very lucky man, getting to watch you strip off every night. I'm surprised he stopped at only giving you one child. If you were my wife I'd have spent the first ten years of our marriage pumping kids into you."
I couldn't believe how disgusting he kept on getting. "We only wanted the one child," I told him, hanging my clothes back up once I was naked.
"Mmm, look at that arse. I'm having that again. Where do you want my cum today, Louise?" Harry chuckled.
Slipping the green cocktail dress from its hanger, I stepped into it, ignoring his lewd question.
"Tell me where you want my cum, Louise, or I'm going to paint your pretty face with it."
I pulled the dress on and adjusted it around my bust. "You can do it over my breasts," I shivered at the thought whilst covering them up.
"Mmm, you do have a great pair for catching cum, but I think I'm going to inseminate you right here in your own bed."
Harry groaned, reaching out and then pulling me onto the bed. If I had a knife to hand I would have driven it straight through his black heart, but I didn't, so I ended up removing his trousers and pants to start sucking on his cock.
"Ahhh, that's my slutty wife from next door. That's it, Louise. Suck it nice and slow. Mmm, then I want you deep throating me."
I spent the next ten minutes pretending I was enjoying myself. I licked his balls, sucked his cock, and struggled to deep throat his thick length. Harry then tore the dress from my body, successfully damaging it. He laughed before going down on me while he groped my tits. Like all the other times I didn't want to, the old man flipped my emotions over by taking his time bringing me to a climax.
It was hard to relax being in my own bed inside my own home, but once Harry had his big cock inside me, my body wanted it. On top, he held my legs wide apart and drove everything he had between his legs, deep between mine. I was screaming at the pleasurable depths he was fucking me at.
I climaxed again before he had me ride him. Forced to play the excited cheating wife, I rode his cock whilst holding my hair up. It was awful feeling so good and terrible at the same time. Harry groped my tits before watching them bounce, then he had me on all fours.
He pounded me hard from behind, to yet another orgasm, before he made me get some lube for my arse. He then pounded me there, yanking on my hair until he was ready to cum. Harry quickly pulled out and shoved his cock deep inside my pussy.
"Tell me to cum in your cunt, Louise!" he grunted.
"Just do it!" I panted back.
"If you want this to be the last time, then I want you begging me to cum deep inside your cunt! Say it! Say my name and tell me to do it!"
Grabbing my duvet with both hands, while Harry spanked my arse and fucked me hard, I raised my head with my breasts swinging, and told him what he wanted to hear.
"Ah! Ah! Cum inside me, Harry! Ah! Ah!" I moaned on his cock.
"Again! Keep telling me until I cum! Tell me you want it!"
"Ah! Ah! I want you to cum inside me, Harry! Ah! Yes! Ah! I want to feel you cumming deep inside me! Give it to me!"
"That's better! More! I want to hear how filthy you really are, Louise!" He smacked my arse and pulled tighter on my hair, fucking me as hard as he could.
"Ahhh! Ah! Fuck! Give it to me you dirty old bastard! Ah! Ah! Fill my pussy with your hot cum! Uhhhhhhh!"
I beat him to it. Not that I wanted to. Another climax ripped through my body as Harry ripped through my pussy.
"Mmmmm! Here it comes you filthy little slut!"
I was still in the throes of my orgasm when Harry joined me. He pulled so hard on my hair, my screams were a combination of pain and pleasure. He didn't stop unleashing his fury upon me until he'd shot every last drop of his cum inside my pussy.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed, finally letting go of my hair. I fell forwards, gasping. "If you ever want more of where that came from then you know where I am. I'm going to miss fucking you, Louise, but a deals a deal."
Harry slipped out of my pussy and off the bed. His cum poured from my hole and onto the bedsheets. It was finally over.
"When can I see you delete the CCTV footage?" I breathed, rolling onto my back.
Harry was almost dressed, standing at the foot of my bed, zipping up his fly. His face was hot and sweaty, having just ruined me.
"When is Jack working nights again?"
"Why?" I fretted.
"Because I don't want him seeing you coming into my house. You can delete the footage, then it's all done."
"And what about, Jessica?"
Harry smirked. "I already told you. If she wants some she can have some. But you're her mother. It's your job to keep her on the straight and narrow."
"Please, Harry," I begged him to stay away from my daughter.
"It's not my fault your precious eighteen-year-old daughter likes to fuck older men with big dicks. I guess she gets it from her mother."
Harry laughed before finally leaving. He told me to call round when my husband was next on night shifts, but he wouldn't give me his word that he would keep his filthy hands off my daughter, or his filthy cock out of her body.
The rest of the day was my own. I threw the damaged green dress in the bin and washed the bedsheets on a high setting, before making the bed with fresh sheets. I also had a bath and a shower before my husband came home from work. I felt disgusting.
Believing my nightmare with Harry was over, I concentrated on keeping my shit together for everyone's sake. I made a nice dinner, and when my husband wanted sex that evening, I didn't reject him. While me made love, however, I kept getting flashbacks of my time with our neighbour. They weren't arousing and helping me get off. I actually ended up faking an orgasm while Jack satisfied himself inside me.
Friday
I returned to work in an attempt to bring some normality back in my life. I'd just lived through three days of hell. Returning did help me. When I got home I worked hard at playing happy family's, acting like nothing was bothering me, when in actual fact I was carrying around tremendous guilt. I also had Jessica to contend with.
Harry being away also helped my situation. I could rebuild my strength before he returned. Only deleting that damn CCTV footage of me spying on him and Jessica was ever going to allow me to begin settling down.
Saturday and Sunday, Jessica spent the weekend with her friends, so my husband suggested we spend hours in bed. I put on a brave face and continued acting like nothing was wrong, but while we made love, something changed inside me.
My husband was giving me some good doggy from behind when I asked him if he wanted to try anal. He was shocked but delighted. Jack got the lube and promised me he'd be gentle trying to get it in. I giggled, knowing he'd have little trouble, but then I felt guilty again for the reasons why. We ended the weekend with him filling my arse with cum.
