Adrianna could barely stop shifting in her chair that night during dinner with her husband. Her pussy and her ass were still tingling and sore from this morning. Michael was so excited and proud of himself for getting the job. He had no idea what it had cost him, or her.
She'd taken a 45-minute steaming hot shower and crawled into bed after Jeff had roared out of the driveway and Michael phoned to tell her he'd won the promotion. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jeff's face, the way he looked at her like a piece of meat, his smirking smile as he violated her in every way. He was a monster, a predator, a rapist. She felt humiliated and confused. Why had she let him do it? Was it because she thought Michael couldn't succeed on his own? Was she so shallow and materialistic that she would give in to Jeff just to keep their house and lifestyle? Was she actually excited by what he'd done to her or was it just adrenaline that stemmed from fear? But she'd never experienced an orgasm like that in her life. Her head would spin whenever she thought of it.
She had pushed Michael to order a second bottle of wine on purpose and let him drink way too much of it while sipping her own that night. She drove them home. She knew Michael was expecting sex to top off his perfect day. The thought crossed her mind that if he looked at naked body that somehow he'd know what she'd done, what his boss Jeff had done. But he was in his cups and oblivious to her inner turmoil. As soon as they walked into the bedroom Michael grabbed her from behind.
"Wait" she said. Let me hang up my dress and wash my face. Take off your clothes and get into bed."
"You don't have to ask me twice," said Michael grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.
A few minutes later, after patting her face dry, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror for a full minute and heaving a sigh, she walked back into the room in her bra and panties. Michael's eyes were closed. When she slid in next to him he opened his eyes and gave her a drunken smile. He reached for her but she pushed him down. "You just lie back. I want to give you something special."
She reached for his cock. Adrianna moved down the bed and brought her face to his crotch. She didn't usually volunteer to give blowjobs, but tonight she had a plan. She rubbed her lips gently over the head of his cock and licked it lightly. Michael closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure. All he could say was, "Yes, yes, yes."
Adrianna then began sucking him off as she never had before. Michael blew his load quickly and she whipped his cock out of her mouth and let the cum shoot all over his belly. She spat the rest into the sheet. Michael was panting heavily. He slurred the words "I love you, baby" and then passed out—just as she had hoped.
The next few weeks went by quickly. Michael was busy learning his new responsibilities and had to work late many nights. But when he got his pay raise, he proudly showed the check to her. He was earning almost double what he had before. He traded in his car in and leased a new one. He bought her gifts, and replaced their old sofa with the one they had always wanted but couldn't afford. He talked about buying a new house. Adrianna told him to go easy on the spending. Every time he left for work smiling she was reminded of Jeff and his fat cock—in her mouth, in her pussy and her ass.
At the supermarket one day she ran into Carol. It was uncomfortable to say the least. When Adrianna asked how she was, Carol snapped, "how do you think I am? Steve and I have to move to Cleveland, because of you."
Adrianna lowered her eyes and said she was sorry.
"I'll bet you are. You must be quite the little whore. I thought I did everything I could to debase myself for that prick, but you obviously did me one better."
"Please, Carol, he used us both. I'd never hurt a friend on purpose."
"We are not friends. I hope you and Michael and Jeff are very happy together." And with that, Carol spat on the floor at her feet and walked away.
Adrianna's eyes filled with tears. She left her cart in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store back to her car. Over the ensuing weeks she found it hard to have sex with Michael and made excuses when he made advances. She resented him, although she knew it was all her fault.
The following week, Adrianna was getting ready to go meet a friend at the park for a few games of tennis, when the phone rang.
"Hello, Mrs. Cannell," said the voice on the other end.
Adrianna got a knot in her stomach at the sound of Jeff Reston's voice.
"I'm in town for a couple of days. Clear your schedule and I want you to make some time for me."
Adrianna went silent for a few seconds. She answered only "When?"
"Right now. I just pulled into your driveway, actually." Then he hung up.
Adrianna looked out the window. The Porsche was sitting there. She saw Jeff step out of the car and head up the front walk. She felt panicked when he rang the doorbell.
She opened the door slowly and stood in the doorway.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Adrianna stepped back and he walked past her.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, come on, don't play stupid. You know exactly what I want."
"I ... have plans—tennis," she stammered.
"Cancel them," he demanded flatly.
Jeff picked up the phone from its cradle on the front hall table and handed it to her. Adrianna just stared at him, not moving. Finally she reached out her hand and took it. She dialed. After a few seconds, she became more animated as she lied to her friend.
"Yeah, I'm so sorry to do this to you at the last minute. I just got my period and I have to go lie down. Sure. Let's reschedule real soon. Thanks, Bye."
Adrianna's face went blank again as she hung up.
"Good girl. That wasn't hard at all, was it?"
"I won't do this again. I won't let you."
"Let me do what?"
"Rape me like you did before."
"Mrs. Cannell. We made a bargain. I delivered what I promised. Your husband got his promotion and now he's making a very decent salary. He's on his way up the ladder. So long as you keep your end of the deal, everyone wins. If you don't, well I don't really need to spell it out for you, do I?
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whined.
Jeff smiled. "Because I really enjoy it," he said matter-of-factly. "Did I mention how adorable you look in that tennis outfit and your hair in braids? Classic fantasy stuff. You look like a teenager."
Adrianna didn't know what to say. Jeff took a step closer. She stepped back. He kept advancing and she backed through the archway into the dining room until she hit the table.
"This is appropriate. This is where you first tried to seduce me with those big tits of yours."
With that Jeff reached out and squeezed her chest hard. She tried to push him away.
"Why do you have to be so rough," she complained.
" I like the way you resist." He said as he swiftly opened the long front zipper that ran the length of the short white dress. He ripped it from her body in one second and tore off the sports bra that held her magnificent breasts. Adrianna was shocked and stunned. He grabbed her and spun her around and bent her over the dining table as she grunted and squirmed. He held his weight against her body and groped her firm tits and pulled her puffy nipples until he felt them stiffen.
"You've been thinking about me, haven't you? About my fat cock. Wondering when I'd come back and do this to you again."
"No."
Oh yes you have. You're a little liar, aren't you? Just like you lied to your friend on the phone and lied to your husband. I'll bet you enjoyed being raped, didn't you?
"No!" she screamed as she kept wriggling beneath him.
Jeff pulled her up by her braids and slipped one arm through both of hers and held them behind her back. With his other hand he pulled down her white panties, the only thing she was still wearing, and bent her over again. He ran his fingers across her pussy lips and her tight little asshole. Adrianna shivered when he touched her there.
"As I remember it you came like a fucking volcano the last time. Well I'm gonna fill all your holes today."
He slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed them back and forth before withdrawing them. He held his fingers up next to her cheek.
"You're pussy is wet, you lying little slut." He said stepping back. Go upstairs and change. Shorts and a tank top. No bra, no panties. We're going for a drive. I'll wait in the car. Be back in five minutes."
As soon as Adrianna shut the car's passenger door, Jeff was backing out of the driveway. She was now wearing a thin canary yellow tank top that barely contained her ripe firm breasts. Her puffy nipples were clearly visible through the material. A pair of blue running shorts and sneakers completed her outfit.
"Where are we going?" she asked impatiently.
"I thought we could get out of town for a bit. Just have to make one stop first"
That stop turned out to be a drive-through carwash.
"Have to keep my baby looking good."
Michael paid the attendant and they entered the tunnel of soapy suds and whirring brushes.
"Close your eyes," he said. And keep them closed."
Adrianna huffed loudly but complied. He began squeezing her tits. Her nipples immediately responded, poking through the thin cotton top. He slowly lifted her shirt, and when it crested the peak of their upturned shape, they sprang forth with a bounce. Jeff massages her tits and then slid his hands down into her shorts and rubbed her clit. Adrianna's breathing got shorter and sharper, as the whirring of the machinery reached a crescendo. When Adrianna opened her eyes she was met with six pairs of hungry eyes of the men now wiping down the car with their towels—at least that's what they were meant to be doing. Instead they were all drooling over Adrianna and her magnificent melons and smiling from ear to ear. Adrianna quickly pulled down her top and covered her face with her hands, mortified. Jeff lowered her window and they guys crowded around peering in at her. Jeff held out a twenty-dollar bill. They all just held up their hands in refusal. They had already received their tip. Jeff squealed the tires as he took off with a wave to the crew.
