My Boss Blackmails Us Pt. 02

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My husband wrote the first part of our story, but since he wasn’t around for all the second part, we’ve decided it would be best for me to share how our situation with his boss, Ted, got resolved and where our relationship is at now.

The day after our evening with Ted, Brian left for work before I woke up. It was probably best that he did, because it gave me the day to process what happened. I was completely conflicted about the situation. To begin, my husband, who I was devoted to, betrayed me in ways I didn’t think possible. Our stories were supposed to stay between us, not be broadcasted on the internet! It was selfish and stupid, obviously. And what I had to endure because of it; being used by his asshole boss…well, I was most definitely harboring bitterness towards Brian for creating this situation in the first place.

At the same time, there came a point last night when I went from innocent wife being unwillingly used by a man in a power position for his sexual gratification, to a willing participant. What the hell had come over me? Ted made me nauseous. He was not only a complete and total jerk, who probably deserved to go to jail, but I didn’t find him attractive, at all. Even if I wasn’t married, I would have never been interested in a man like Ted. Yet, last night I willingly let him enter me. I kissed him while he pressed his manhood deeper into me. I had three orgasms! When my husband and I have sex, I have one orgasm at the most…and honestly, even one is rare. Never in my life had I experienced three orgasms while having sex. And, if all that wasn’t already enough, I let Ted release his orgasm inside me! Again, what the hell had come over me?

I was also wrestling with the question of what I would do next. I briefly considered leaving Brian for creating this situation, but quickly dismissed that idea. I still loved Brian with all my heart, in spite of how much he hurt me with this. Plus, I knew that he felt terrible about it. While his decision was selfish, I honestly don’t believe that he did anything to purposely hurt me. And, our children needed their father, and I certainly wasn’t ready to try being a single mother. But what was Brian thinking after I allowed Ted to have sex with me? That was never part of the deal. I knew how much he hated Ted, especially when he started blackmailing us. But last night things got out of hand and his wife let his boss enter into a place that he alone had gone. I hadn’t talked to Brian about its last night, though I knew he wanted to. I was just so pissed and horrified that I didn’t know what to say. I knew that I couldn’t avoid this conversation anymore. Brian and I most definitely needed to talk things over tonight after the kids go down.

There was another thought that confused me in all of this. While it was happening, I saw that Brian was not only recording it, but, at one point he actually took his erect penis out and was masturbating! Did he actually enjoy this? How could he?

Finally, if all that wasn’t enough, what would I do about Ted? I had no feelings for him, outside of loathing. Last night I’d just gotten carried away. No one had ever touched my vagina like that. I’d never felt that way, and I think the sexual tension just got the better of me. I still wasn’t attracted to him. In fact, I was less attracted to him now than I was before this whole thing started. At least, I think I was. The thought of him made my stomach turn and I felt like vomiting. But I also felt a strange desire inside me. Not for Ted specifically, but for the feeling of having multiple orgasms from a man who was more skilled sexually than my husband. However, I quickly chased those thoughts out of my head. I would never allow another man to do that to me again, especially Ted. It was one stupid night, a night that I wanted desperately to forget.

The responsibilities of being a mom understandably put my processing on hold as I tried to focus on my kids throughout the day. Yes, I thought a lot about our situation, but being a mom is my first priority, so I fought against my thoughts throughout the day. When my husband came home from work, we followed our normal routine with the kids, eating dinner, taking baths, and doing story time and getting them into bed. Then it was time to talk about our situation.

Brian started the conversation by saying, “Angela, I am brokenhearted about what I did to you. There is no excuse for it. I was stupid and I can’t believe I put you in this situation. I’m sorry.”

I replied, “I know you are. We can’t change what happened now. But, are you going to get over what I did last night?”

He said, “You only did what Ted forced us to do.”

I corrected him by saying, “Yeah, at first. But I was supposed to just let him play with my legs and stuff. I let him put his thing inside me and he had an orgasm. That wasn’t part of the plan at all.”

He said, “I know. I didn’t expect that.”

I said, “So, I assume you are pretty pissed?”

He said, “I’m pissed at Ted, not at ankara yeni escort you. I was surprised, as I didn’t think you liked him very much…”

I cut him off by saying, “I don’t like him! At all. In fact, the man makes my stomach turn.”

He said, “Okay, okay. That’s what I thought. It’s why I was surprised that things happened like they did.”

I said, “I know. I was as well. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”

He said, “Honey, I’m not mad at you. I can’t be mad at you for this. And, I would look like a pretty big hypocrite if I did, since I got off while it was happening.”

I said, “Yeah, that’s something I didn’t understand. How could you enjoy watching that?”

He said, “I don’t pretend to understand it, honey. All I know is that I was rock-hard, and I needed to take care of it.”

I said, “So, you liked watching him do that to me?”

He said, “No. And, yes. I hated watching Ted do anything with you. But, for some reason, I just got the overwhelming feeling that one of our stories had come to life right in front of me. You are the most attractive woman in the world to me, and watching you enjoy yourself…well, I don’t know…it was just incredibly sexy. I guess I was just more focused on you than on the asshole you were with.”

I thought about what he just said for a few minutes. I guess it made sense, but it was still weird. Fantasy stories are one thing, but actually getting off watching something like this happen seemed so crazy to me. Didn’t most men find this sort of thing repulsive? I slowly said, “I guess I just don’t understand why you aren’t upset that I cheated on you?”

He said, “Because I don’t see it as you are cheating on me.”

I said, “But, I had sex with another man. That sounds like cheating to me!”

He said, “But, you didn’t do it behind my back. I was there the whole time. And you didn’t do it out of love. It was just lust. I love you as much today as I did before all this. And, I’ve honestly never been more turned on by you than I am right now. Watching your sexual side play out before me just kind of set something off in me.”

I said, “What are you saying? That you want to do this again?”

He said, “Not necessarily. I guess it’s going to depend greatly on how your feeling and what you want. All I know for sure is that I want to travel whatever path we are going to take together.”

I felt even more conflicted at this point. Did I really want to do something like this again? Of course not. Or, at least I didn’t think I wanted to do this again. But, knowing that my husband wasn’t upset about what happened, and even seemed supportive of it just boggled my mind.

He continued, “Either way, I think we need to take time and not freak out on each other. I love you, no matter what comes next.”

I said, “I love you too.” Then, just to make things clear I said, “I’m not planning on having sex with another man, but even if I was, it wouldn’t be Ted!”

He smiled and said, “Of course not. I’m not sure I would be supportive of that!”

That night we made love. It was simple and pure. Nothing like what I’d done with Ted the night before. My husband was the gentle lover that he’d always been. It was beautiful. It fulfilled my desire to experience true love, and to give true love. I loved my husband and didn’t want anything to come between us. Yet, as we drifted off to sleep, I also realized that it was also unlike sex with Ted in another way: I only had one orgasm…and it was nothing special compared to the night before.

The next morning my husband and I had breakfast together before he went to work. While we drank our coffee, I asked him how things had gone at work the day before with Ted. He said, “Strange. He didn’t say much to me, one way or another. I figured he would say something, but it was as if nothing ever happened. The only difference was he didn’t go out of his way to be an asshole to me. But I think it would be smart for me to put my resume together and start looking for another job. I don’t trust that jackass. I doubt we’ve heard the last of him. Plus, I just don’t want to be around him after what he pulled.”

I agreed with him and offered to help in any way that I could.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. When he wasn’t working, Brian polished his resume and then began sending it out places in hopes that he might get some interest. But, as always with such things, it’s a waiting game.

On Friday morning, after Brian left for work, I got a phone call from Ted. He said, “Hello Angela. I’m a little disappointed I haven’t heard from you yet.”

I said, “Why would I call you?”

Ted said, “After our night last Sunday, I figured you’d be looking forward to an encore as much as I have been.”

I said, “Don’t flatter yourself, Ted. It wasn’t worth an encore.”

He laughed and said, “Don’t lie to me, babe. Your orgasms tell me something different. In fact, I’m willing to bet your husband yenimahalle escort doesn’t make you cum like that, does he?”

Ted was right, of course. But I wasn’t exactly going to admit that to him. I spat out, “My sex life with my husband is none of your damn business.”

He laughed again and said, “Temper, temper, baby. I’m just playing with you. I’m actually not interested in Brian’s sex life at all. I’m much more interested in his wife’s sex life!”

“I’m not ever going to do that again with you. Never.” I said, adding extra emphasis on the word “never” hoping to make him back off.

Ted replied, “Never is a strong word, Angela. But, I’m sure that good, proper part of you means that. However, I found another part of you. A part of you that needs a real man to make her cum over and over again. A part of you that wants that. In fact, you’ve probably rubbed that sweet pussy all week thinking about what we did, haven’t you?”

Ted was truly the most loathsome man I’d ever known. I truly despised him. And he was wrong, I hadn’t masturbated all week thinking about it. However, I had masturbated twice, which I was completely embarrassed about. But there was no way he could actually know about that.

See, Brian moved the video from his phone onto the home computer and stored it in the same file that our erotic stories were in. I didn’t intend on watching it. However, one afternoon, while the kids were napping, curiosity got the better of me. I opened the video file and started watching it, still not sure why I was doing it. At first, it grossed me out. There was nothing about Ted that I found attractive. And, I hated looking at myself on video anyway, and especially under these circumstances. However, within a few minutes I started to feel waves of lust begin to override my feelings of disgust. I started to feel very horny and found myself unbuttoning my jeans and slipping them down to my ankles. Then, I slipped my hand down into my panties and I began rubbing my vagina. As I watched Ted rub my pantyhose-covered vagina, I rubbed harder and faster, remembering how good it felt to be brought to an orgasm by a guy who clearly knew what he was doing. Soon my hand felt wet and I could smell my juices beginning to fill the air. It didn’t take long, and I brought myself to having an orgasm, much like the first orgasm the Ted had given me on Sunday night. I slumped down in the chair I was in, enjoying the distinct afterglow of a strong orgasm.

I hadn’t masturbated since high school and was shocked and a little horrified by my behavior. But it felt so damn good! In fact, it felt good enough that I did it again just the day before I received Ted’s call.

Anyway, I couldn’t tell Ted any of that, so I lied and said, “The only thoughts I’ve had of you is what a complete asshole you are and how much I wish I could convince my husband to turn you in to your father!”

He laughed and said, “That would be real smart, wouldn’t it? He’d fire your husband and think you were a slut. Do you really want that?”

I said, “It might be worth it just to get back at you!”

He said, “Alright, enough of this crazy talk. Do you want to meet me tonight or tomorrow? Or both?”

I said, “I’m not coming tonight or tomorrow Ted. I’m not doing anything with you ever again!”

Ted replied, “Yes, you will. I have leverage.”

I was horrified when he said that. I quickly spat out, “You are lying bastard! You said you’d drop the whole erotica thing if I did that with you!”

Ted laughed and said, “Who said anything about the erotica? My leverage is that I know how to make you cum, and your husband doesn’t. You might not be ready to meet this weekend, but eventually you’ll be back. Lucky for you, I will wait, because that pussy is worth waiting for.”

I was tired of his crap. I just said, “Leave me alone, Ted.” Then I hung up the phone.

I was pretty furious when I hung up. How dare he talk to me like that! After what he did to me! Jackass. Bastard. While it wasn’t a rape, it was sort of forced…well, at least at first. I hated him so much.

But I was also pretty mad at myself. While I had no interest in Ted, if I was being honest, I had an incredible interest in feeling those strong orgasms again. If only Brian could learn to make me feel that way!

For the rest of the day I tried to put the conversation out of my mind, but it was hard. I was so conflicted about everything. If I hated Ted so much, why did thinking about last Sunday make more so damn horny? The last thing I wanted to do was to be around Ted again, let alone to let him have his way with me. Yet, whenever I thought about it, my mind went back to the feeling of having orgasms and I started feeling horny again.

In fact, it was turned on enough by nap time that I actually slipped on the pair of pantyhose I’d had on when I met with Ted. The hole Ted made was right over my vagina, so it gave me easy access. I started the video and within a yozgat escort few minutes I was rubbing myself to another incredible orgasm. This one was so powerful, that I actually moaned out loud when I hit the peak! When I settled down, I was shocked with how wet my vagina and my fingers were.

About two weeks later Brian got an interview with a company across town. It was a similar job to the one he had, and it didn’t pay much more than what he was already getting. But the benefit package was better, and the greater benefit of being away from Ted was even more attractive. Since our phone conversation, I’d masturbated everyday while my children were napping. I wanted to put this part of our lives behind us, and maybe delete the video too!

Brian interviewed and, according to him, things went very well. So well, in fact, that they warned him that they would be calling his references and possibly his other places of employment. If things checked out, the job would be his. And, that’s when all hell broke loose for me.

It was a Thursday morning when I got a phone call. I answered the phone and it was Ted. He skipped the formalities and said, “What do you think this company across town would think if I told them that Brian is a raging cuckold pervert and his wife likes fucking his boss?”

I said, “What the hell are you talking about?”

He spat out, “Don’t play dumb with me, Angela. The old man already told me that he got a call from Johnson across town that Brian was looking to jump to our competitor. The old man wants me to offer Brian more money to stay. But I’m guessing he doesn’t want to leave because of money, huh? He wants to leave because he can’t stand working under a guy who not only can fuck his wife better than he can, ain’t that right?”

I said, “You’re delusional! The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone and quit reminding me of the worst night of my life.”

Now, that was kind of a lie. It was a strange night. And, and night I’ve replayed in my head hundreds of times already. But it certainly wasn’t the worst night of my life. In fact, since I’ve only had sex with my husband and Ted, it pains me to admit that Ted made me feel much better, even though I hated his guts.

He said, “I’m getting a little tired of your bullshit lies, Angela. You and I both know that I made you cum multiple times when we were together. And, I’m willing to bet you’ve cum multiple times since then watching that little video your cuckold husband took of us, huh?”

How the hell did he know about that? I was horrified and had no idea what to say in response to him. He waited a few seconds and said, “Your silence proves my point. Now, I’m not sure I’m ready to lose my favorite little cuckold couple. I think I’ll call old Johnson right after this call and tell him all about you guys. How’s that sound?”

I felt faint, to the point I needed to sit down. The room started to spin as I considered what Ted was saying. Would we ever be able to get away from him? Did we have to move out of the state? I decided to make a plea and said, “Please Ted, don’t.”

He forcefully said, “Give me a good reason not to.”

I didn’t know what to say. All I could manage was, “Please, I’m begging you.”

He said, “Okay, first, start answering my questions without lying to me.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

He said, “Has anyone else ever made you cum three times in one night?”

I said, “No.”

He said, “See, honesty. Okay, have you watched your husband’s little video since Sunday?”

I didn’t want to answer but was afraid of him calling the place where my husband wanted to work. I said, “Well, um, yeah, I have.”

He giggled and said, “Multiple times?”

I said, “Uh huh.”

He said, “Did you rub that beautiful pussy?”

I said, “Please Ted, I don’t want to talk about this.”

He said, “Okay, fine. I’ll hang up and give old Johnson a call, right now.”

I said, “Fine, okay, you win. If you must know, I did masturbate.”

He laughed and said, “That’s good, babe. Very good. I’m glad you are giving yourself orgasms. But I think you need the real thing again.”

I said, “No Ted, I don’t want to do that again.”

He said, “Here’s the deal I have for you. Meet me at the hotel tomorrow night. Just you, not that cuckold you are married to. Bring a copy of the video to me. We will watch it together and then I’ll give you a few more good orgasms. After we play, if you still want to leave, I’ll call Johnson up and tell him what a great employee Brian is and that will be that.”

I wanted to go tell him to fuck himself, but I was afraid of his response. Sure, enough he followed his last statement up by saying, “And before you answer, this is a one-time offer. Your answer is either yes and we figure out when and where, or no and I give Johnson a call. No games.”

I was trapped. What could I do? I didn’t think he could legally do what he was saying, but just the thought of him calling Brian’s potential employer and telling him his version of our story filled me with terror. I wish I could talk with Brian first and we could come up with a plan. But Ted clearly wanted an answer right then.

I guess I took too long because Ted suddenly said, “Okay, have it your way. Goodbye, Angela.”

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