Over the next few days, Jill tried hard to satisfy her husband, Tom. The young bride cleaned the house as well as she could, made certain that Tom's breakfast was ready and hot when he came out of the bathroom on his way to work, and responded to his sexual advances with renewed enthusiasm. Instead of sleeping in regular pajamas, Jill began to wear sexy lingerie to bed, hoping to show herself ready to satisfy Tom's strong sexual drive. The beautiful woman didn't realize that Tom thought that she was doing this because she had been turned-on by Borovsky's banging and was only revealing herself to be a wanton slut by her behavior. On those nights where Tom responded to Jill's sexual entreaties, he fucked her long and hard.
If he had only known how she really felt about his boss. Jill was repulsed by the man. And, she was horrified at her body's betrayal of her and her marriage vows while she was succumbing to Borovsky. When she thought of laying nude beneath her husband's boss, taking his rigid manhood into her body, she found herself closing her blue eyes and shaking her head as if that act alone could make her awful memories a dream. But it wasn't a dream. She could still feel his long, thick cock pumping in and out of her smooth, little pussy. Worse, she remembered quaking uncontrollably in orgasm as she gave herself up to the man.
She also had a very difficult time reconciling that it was Tom who had asked her to sleep with Borovsky. "Tom wouldn't have asked me to do this if he really didn't have a big problem," she thought afterward. The naïve bride still loved her husband dearly. "I need to keep that in mind and try to help him," she felt. She had no idea of his secret life and was clueless about how he was using her.
It appeared to Jill that Tom was under a great deal of stress because he was unusually aggressive, sexually, since her interlude with Borovsky.
So as Tom ravaged his young wife's body at night, tugging harshly on her pink nipples, biting her shoulders as he fucked her and animalistically pounding his rock-hard penis into her quaking love-hole, Jill forced herself to respond to his harshness by trying to act as if she enjoyed the mistreatment. She only acted like this so that she could show her husband how much she loved him. She was unaware that he thought that she had become a whore when he thought she enjoyed the mistreatment. It was a bad situation for their marriage, but Jill did not understand that because she had no idea of what Tom was really like.
The beautiful, young woman was fearful for her marriage.
*****
Jill knew better than to think that her liaison with Borovsky would end with one encounter but she hoped it would nonetheless.
Tom also knew better. Bo had started giving him great sales leads and his income was set to jump with the next paycheck. That's when Bo approached Tom at work one day.
"Hey, Tom. Doing quite a bit better, huh?" Bo asked.
"Yeah, it's gotten a lot better," Tom replied.
"Well, I need you to go out of town for a couple nights," Bo said. "We need you to visit some potential clients and to work on client development. We've got to grow this business or we are both going to be out of work. While you're out, I'm having a couple of good prospects here in town and I'll try to work them. Comprende?"
Tom recognized that he said 'nights' but didn't let on. Bo was making him a lot of cash and Tom didn't want to blow that. So Borovsky wanted a little more of Jill's pussy, he thought. He knew that wasn't part of the deal, but Bo could pull the deal at any time, anyway. It wasn't as if Tom could force Bo to give him good leads. He just needed to milk it as long as possible.
Still, it didn't sit well with Tom. He looked at the older, heavy man. His white shirt was tight around his waist and the old tie that he wore was slightly stained. He watched as Bo's thick tongue nervously moistened his thick lips.
"Fuck it," Tom thought, "I'll get myself a little 'strange' while I'm out of town. It will do me some good!" The truth was that he was getting a little tired wearing Jill's ass out at night.
"Sure," he replied to his boss.
Bo hesitated uncharacteristically. Did he dare take a step further? He wondered how far Tom would submit. He pushed the envelope.
"My wife isn't worth a shit at helping make a good impression on a potential client, Tom. Do you mind seeing if Jill will help me out while you're away?" Bo asked.
Tom felt his ire rise slightly. "What a fucking prick," he thought. "Yeah, Bo's fat-ass old hag couldn't get a dog to bite a damn steak," he thought to himself, but he answered differently.
"No," he forced himself to say, "I'll talk to Jill and see if she can help."
Bo smiled broadly and brushed his thinning hair off his forehead. "Great! That will make things much easier. I know that you've really benefitted from my leads, Tom. I'll keep feeding them to you if you keep helping me out." He slapped Tom on the shoulder.
Tom grimaced but understood the full import of the meaning of the statement. "Sure, Bo, yeah. You can count on it."
*****
Jill stood next to the bed as Tom packed his suitcase. She had been stunned to hear that he was leaving and even further shocked to hear Tom ask her to "help Bo out" with clients. The gorgeous blonde stood with her hands intertwined in front of her almost wanting to cry.
She had put herself in a bind, however, by telling Tom that Bo and she had not done anything of a sexual nature. When she expressed hesitancy, Tom, knowing full well that Bo had fucked his young wife, countered with the argument that Bo was harmless. After all, he had come over and not even made any advance towards Jill, hadn't she told him that?
By playing dumb, Tom was able to make Jill sound as if she was simply exaggerating the anxiety that she expressed about helping Bo. He finally took Jill by the upper arms and held her at arm-length. He was always struck by her beauty when he looked hard at her.
"Look, baby, you know how much trouble I've been in at work. I can really use your help. We're a team. You know Bo is harmless. You told me yourself. Just do what he asks so that he can land these clients and I promise you things will get better for me at the office, okay?"
He looked into her deep, blue eyes.
Jill stared longingly into her husband's eyes. How could she tell him? No, she had to try to help her husband.
"Okay," she said at nearly a whisper.
"That's better," he said and kissed her on the forehead. "Remember, this is for us."
Jill felt a cold chill run through her body.
*****
Only hours after Jill had watched Tom get on a jet to fly away on business, her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number. She stared at it momentarily before reluctantly answering.
"Hello," she said.
"Jill," the man's voice said. "It's Bo. I'm swinging by your house to talk about our business meeting tomorrow. I'll be there in 30 minutes. Get sexy for me, pronto!"
"Mr. B...Borovsky," Jill stammered, "I can't right now, I..."
Borovsky interrupted her. "Listen, if you know what's good for that worthless hubby of yours, you better be able to..."
There was silence on her end. Bo could hear the young woman's nervous breathing. "Like I said," Borovsky continued, "get sexy for me. I'll be there in 30 minutes."
*****
