Sandra walked into the Country Club clenching her pussy, trying to keep Tyler's cum from running down her inner thighs. But in spite of her situation, she liked the feeling. It made her feel naughty knowing she was walking around with some young studs seed inside her. Damn that Tyler knew exactly how to push her buttons. When he had first forced himself on her, she had felt nothing but revulsion at the thought of being used as his sex slave. But since then she felt like she had been on some kind of emotional rollercoaster. One side of her hated what Tyler was forcing on her. The other side of her was drawn to it like a moth to the flame.
"Hey Sandi!" Her friend Cynthia greeted her as she approached the table. "You're late! So where were you shopping this time?" She asked laughing.
"I don't think she was shopping anywhere!" Her friend Dena chimed in teasingly. "I think she was playing with her boy toy!" The only two subjects the three friends talked about when they were together was shopping and sex.
Sandra hesitated before responding. Then she stammered slightly trying to formulate an answer. "I was . . . ."
Dena cut her off. "I knew it! I can see it on your face! You did get a good fucking, didn't you!" She almost whispered as she leaned across the table so as not to be heard by the other patrons of the club. Both Dena and Cynthia smiled at her waiting for a reply. Both ladies were pretty much in the same situation as Sandra. Wealthy husbands who kept them as trophy wives. Whenever the three friends got together they enjoyed sharing their sexual exploits, always trying to out do each other. "So did Tommy scratch that itch for you this morning? Did you finally let that boy stuff that under used pussy of yours?" Dena and Cynthia giggled as they awaited Sandra's story. They had known about Sandra's boy toy for a couple of months.
Sandra thought quickly. She decided to tell them part of the truth, but not all of it. She wanted them to think she was still in control of everything. "If you must know," she said teasingly, "it was Tommy's brother Tyler. He's quite the stud, and a lot more muscular than Tommy." The waiter stopped by and she gave him her drink order.
Cynthia leaned in when he left. "OK! So? Tell us everything!"
"We've met a couple of times. He's quite proficient in bed, and just as obedient and eager to please as his brother." She couldn't bring herself to tell them she was being blackmailed into submission to him. "It had been so long I've had a cock inside me, I decided to let him fuck me! He's quite good!" The thought of her friends knowing she was being used by some young stud was too humiliating for her to think about.
"You dirty girl! Where do you find all these young studs at?" Dena asked.
"And when are you going to share them?" Cynthia asked teasingly.
"You know they're my neighbors. Tyler is home for summer break. And NO I'm not going to share them!" She giggled as she wanted to believe her own lie. She desperately wanted to regain control of her life.
"That's not fair!" Dena scolded her. "Did you forget you promised us that you were going to share Tommy with us sometime in the future?"
"No! I didn't forget! It's just that . . . . well, things have changed. That's all."
Dena and Cynthia stared at Sandra and kept quiet. They knew something was wrong. "Are you going to tell us what's going on?" Cynthia asked.
"Maybe someday. Not today! Now let's eat something. I'm famished."
Thirty minutes later Sandra's phone chirped she had a text. She knew it was from Tyler. It was. "Be at my place tomorrow after hubby is gone. My folks will be gone." Was all it said. Sandra's stomach knotted up as she read it. Was it excitement or fear? She didn't know anymore. What she did know was that this young punk was having an effect on her she didn't like.
Sandra lay in bed early the next morning faking as though she were asleep as she listened to Sam shuffle around getting ready for his next business trip. As he was heading out the bedroom door he turned. "I know you're not sleeping. This trip will be a little longer than usual. Probably two weeks. Try not to miss me too much." He said sarcastically. Sam had often thought about divorcing her. He had even spoken to a divorce attorney. But when he was confronted with the reality of what it would cost him financially, he backed away from that idea. It was cheaper just to leave things as they were. So they continued to live their separate lives.
Sandra cried as she heard the front door close. How did their lives get so fucked up? Their lives seemed so perfect when they first got married. Then they just drifted apart like so many other couples had done and Sandra adopted new priorities. Now the most important thing to her was maintaining the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. The thought of losing her status and possessions was more repulsive to her than anything Tyler would demand of her. And she knew that Tyler knew that.
She heard her phone chirp again. She didn't care anymore. "I know hubby is gone. I expect you by 9:00. Don't disappoint me!" Was all the message said.
Sandra walked between their two backyards as she made her way to Tyler's. She wanted to avoid using the front door as much as possible. She had done so the day before and had kicked herself afterwards for being so foolish. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard she felt a headache coming on. Was it excitement or fear?
Tyler saw her coming and opened the back door. "Why the back door?" He asked smirking, knowing the reason.
"I don't want to give the neighbors anything to talk about. At least that's what I'm trying to avoid." Sandra said as she stood on the back porch. "Are you going to let me in?" She asked as she looked around nervous at being seen.
Tyler stared at her smiling. "After you strip naked."
"WHAT!? Are you fucking kidding me?" Sandra's anger shot through the roof. "No fucking way!"
Tyler quickly slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to leave a mark. But hard enough to sting and shock her back to reality. He then reached for the top of her blouse with both hands and ripped it apart. Buttons went flying all over the porch. Without hesitating he continued to rip at her blouse until it was completely shredded and torn from her body. Sandra tried to ward off his tearing at her clothes, but it was useless. Tyler was too big and strong for her. He then ripped her bra off and threw it inside the house. "Should I keep going?" He asked her, his tone menacing. "Or are you going to do as you're told?"
Sandra stood there trembling. She began to sob as she unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off her legs. She was a defeated woman. But she still couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was watching. Wondering who might be watching her shame and humiliation.
