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Untangling the Web Ch. 01

By: capecodmercury



Author's Note:

"And now for something completely different . . . " 

This story is a switch from my usual fare. I tried to keep the deep soul searching by the characters to a minimum. I also made no effort to make my characters or the situations realistic. 

This is a satirical farce. The characters are intended to be caricatures. All the women are beautiful with big tits, tight bodies and high sex drives. All of the men (with the exception of Rodney) are exceptionally well hung and can get it up and cum all night long. The situations are intended to be over the top. Think of this as reading a porn flick, with a plot. 

Due to its length, I have posted it in three parts. All parts were submitted on the same day so hopefully they will be posted in short order.

I hope you like it.

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"Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive"
- Sir Walter Scott

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Rodney Corman was angry with his wife. It wasn't anything particular that Linda had done. It was just. . . Well let's just say that he thought she was boring. She never wanted to try anything new. Just last week he had suggested that they try a threesome with Maureen, the divorcee down the street and she hit the roof. 

Didn't Linda know that this was the twenty first century? Everybody was fucking around. He had seen it of the Internet. He had found all sorts of web sites that showed real housewives taking on all comers. His favorite stories were filled with wives who had found their inner slut. The world was filled with swingers and wives who liked to party. It was just his luck that he was stuck with some dried out prune that still thought it was the 50's.

So what that she caught him with the divorcee yesterday. He had offered to let her join in and she stormed off. Fucking Bitch! Just because she didn't want to be included didn't mean that he should be deprived. He couldn't help himself. Real men need lots of sex; he knew that for a fact.

Why in the hell should she get angry? It didn't mean anything; it was just sex. Besides it wasn't like Linda was fucking him that often anyway. Is she opened her legs once a week he was feeling lucky. A man has needs. If his wife wouldn't give him what he wanted, he had a right, no an obligation, to seek it elsewhere

Besides, Maureen was a sexy little number he just couldn't resist. She hadn't had a man between her legs in a long time. He was just being a good neighbor when he fucked her. It could have been a lot of fun if Linda hadn't come in and interrupted him at just the wrong time. He was so annoyed that his control had slipped and he had cum long before he should have. 

He didn't even get to enjoy it and Maureen had already told him that she wasn't interested in having him back. How dare she tell him that he wasn't worth it? The fucking bitch. So he didn't make her cum, she was probably frigid anyway. He'd been with lots of girls and none of them had complained before. 

His affair with his last secretary had lasted almost a month. She had screwed him almost every day at lunch. She loved it when he bent her over the desk and pounded her until he came. She never complained or asked for foreplay. She was perfectly willing to come into his office, drop her panties and bend over. 

His secretary must have thought he was a good fuck. She moaned all the time and talked nasty all the time. Shit, she sounded just like those bitches in the porno tapes he watched. She had been a real good fuck. Sure she pouted when he told her that he wasn't going to leave his wife, but what did she expect. He had explained to her that he just wanted to fuck her, not marry her. It had been real bad luck that she had been transferred all of a sudden like that. 

Roger shook his head and started to get dressed. His office was holding a reception tonight at the main office complex to celebrate a successful year. What a fucking waste of a Friday night! Linda was still giving him the silent treatment, but she had insisted on going to the party. As a supervisor, he was expected to attend these boring functions, but he didn't know why she wanted to attend. 

It was just a dumb fucking office party. Nobody ever got wild at these things. Not like he had read about in those true stories he read in Penthouse Forum. He had never once seen any of the girls take off their tops or even flash their titties. All that would happen is that he would sit around, watch other people dance, tell boring jokes and have a few drinks. "Just what I need," he thought, "a boring party with an ice princess next to me to make the night excruciating."

Linda came out of the bathroom and sat down at her vanity to finish her makeup. She was still in her robe and Rodney could see her body outlined through the light tricot. At 40, Linda was a still a knockout; a real MILF, about 5' 8" with boobs and a body that made men salivate. "What a waste," he thought. "It wasn't fair that such a good-looking body be wasted on a prude." He sighed heavily and she looked at him sharply.

"Rodney, before we leave for the party I have something to tell you. Catching you with Maureen in my own bedroom was the last straw. I've put up with your affairs and running around for too many years. You don't give a shit about our marriage so why should I? Tonight it's my turn to have some fun. Take a good look at what I'm going to give to someone else tonight. "

Linda unbelted her robe and shrugged it from her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a set of rose-colored lingerie with a soft demi bra that barely covered her nipples, a garter belt and lacy transparent thong that framed her pussy in a delightful way. Her lingerie didn't hide her beauty; it presented it to be admired. Through the front panel of the panty he could clearly tell that she had shaved her pussy for the first time in their marriage. Linda gave him a mocking smile and started to roll a pair of delicate silk stockings up her long legs.

Rodney recognized the lingerie immediately. It was a set that he had bought for his secretary just before she was transferred. He had never gotten a chance to give it to her and he thought he had hidden it well. He hadn't realized that Linda had found it. He couldn't believe she had shaved her pussy. He had been asking her to do that for years.

Linda finished smoothing out her stockings and went over to her closet and pulled out a new red cocktail dress. She slipped it over her head and adjusted the spaghetti straps. The hem barely covered her ass as she stood there. She critically checked the low slung neck of the dress and gave a final push to the bottom of her breasts to make it frame her cleavage properly. "Hurry up and finish getting ready." 

Linda stepped into a pair of come fuck me heels started to walk out of the room. She stopped with at the door and gave Rodney challenging look. "I'm going to this party to find someone to fuck. I'm going to let him take this dress off of me and I'm going to do whatever he wants. I'm going to let. . . no, I'm going to insist, that he do all of the things to me that you have wanted to do, but I've never allowed. Hurry up; I'll be in the car waiting. " 

Rodney sat there stunned as his wife swept out of the room. He couldn't believe the change in her. This must be some type of trick, he thought. She was too much of a June Cleaver. She's just trying to get me jealous. She would never cheat on me.

Rodney smiled and grabbed his jacket. He would teach her that he was the master of this house. Two could play this game. He would see her bluff and raise it. She thought he would spend the night following her, well he wouldn't. With her out of his hair, he might just get lucky and find someone new to fuck tonight. 

Tomorrow, he would deal with Linda. It was high time he stopped putting up with her shit. He didn't care that she was bluffing when she said that she was willing to try new things. He was going to fuck her the way he always wanted to and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was time he put his foot down. Rodney laughed and walked out to the car.

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Across town, Cheryl and Tim Walker were just about ready to leave for the party. As she put the final touches on her makeup, Cheryl was trying to forget about work and about that asshole Rodney Corman. Cheryl supervised a division that was in direct competition with Rodney for accounts. Her considered opinion was that Rodney was worthless, both at work and as a human being. Unfortunately for her, he could brown nose with the best of them and had the bosses fooled. 

Cheryl was convinced that Rodney was up to no good. She knew that he was trying to undermine her position at the company. A few months ago she had caught him trying to take credit for an account that her division has landed. She had heard rumors that he was trying to steal some of her best accounts and people. She didn't worry about his stealing her people because none of them would work for him. They all knew his reputation as a low life and womanizer

But she was worried about the accounts. He had a well-earned reputation for attempting to steal accounts from the other divisions whenever he could get away with it. Cheryl had worked hard to develop a high level of trust with her accounts. Rodney would blow that in a day. He would try anything to get an advantage over her. Even though he was an idiot, she wasn't looking forward to dealing with the messes he might create. 

Cheryl looked over at her husband Tim and smiled nervously. Enough of worrying about Rodney, she had concentrate on her husband. They had only been married for about three months. She had caught Tim on the rebound as he was just getting over the pain of his first wife's death. They had gotten married after a whirlwind romance and were still getting to know each other. 

Just the night before he had shocked her with some disturbing news. Tim's first marriage had been most unusual. Amber, his first wife, had been openly and actively bi-sexual and Tim encouraged it. Tim had told her that Amber had kept a number of girlfriends throughout their marriage and that he had had his own relationship with most of Amber's lovers. Whether it was just Tim and the girlfriend or in threesomes, Amber had liked to share Tim with her girlfriends. 

In addition, Amber and Tim had been swingers. They had been founding members of a swingers club and had often swapped partners. Tim had told her that he enjoyed the variety of sexual partners that he had with his first wife. He had candidly admitted that he wasn't sure that he could resist if someone came on to him.

Cheryl was still trying to decide how she felt about Tim's admission. At times in her life, Cheryl had played the party girl so was not shocked at Tim's adventures. She had taken part in her share of threesomes or moresomes over the years and was not averse to licking a little pussy if the opportunity arose. While she had never taken part in a gangbang, she had taken on two men more than once and had spent the better part of a year dating a pair of hunky roommates. For a while she had considered moving in with them until jealousy reared its ugly head. 

Cheryl wondered what she should do. She liked sex and the thought of swinging was exciting. She just wasn't sure how it would affect her marriage.

As Tim walked towards the door, Cheryl reached over and grabbed him. She pulled him into a big hug and gave him a kiss as one of her hands slipped down to start caressing his tool. "Tim, I've been thinking about what you told me last night. Swinging is a big step and I'm concerned how it will affect us. I just want to enjoy being your wife for a while before I start to think about bringing someone else into the mix. "

Tim smiled at her and brought his hand up and started to caress her breast. "I understand Cherie. I'm not out looking for anyone. I just wanted to warn you before the party. Habits can be hard to break. For ten years, I never knew whom I would end up with at a party. Sometimes I was with Amber, sometimes with someone I met at the party and sometimes we would share someone. 

"The one rule we had was that we always went home together. Sometimes we brought someone with us, but we always left together. It's like that old song, "Save the last dance for me. We never let our fooling around affect our love for each other. "

Tim bent over and kissed Cheryl on the tip of her nose. "I know that I can lose control when I have had a couple of drinks and didn't want you to worry if you saw me with someone else. Just remember that I love you no matter what happens and I will always leave the party with you. Let's get going."

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Rodney looked around the party with a sour look on his face. His plan to beat his wife at her own game was not going well. There wasn't much fresh meat at the party for him to choose from. He had approached a few of the secretaries he had fucked before, but had gotten turned down flat. They wouldn't even dance with him.

Linda had abandoned him as soon as she had left the car. She didn't even walk in with him. She had laughed at him when he told her to wait up and had told him to get lost. "Rodney, as far as I am concerned, I'm here by myself. Thanks for the ride, but that is the last time I want to see you tonight. Don't worry about me, I'll find my own way home." 

She got one final dig in as she turned away. "Oh, and Rodney, I don't think I would bother to wait up if I were you."

As Rodney surveyed the floor, he noticed Linda laughing in the middle of a group of guys. Linda had flitted from group to group never spending too much time with anyone. She looked like she was having a wonderful time and was already beginning to act tipsy. "No wonder", he thought with a snort. "In that dress, half the guys in the place are lining up to get her drinks. Shit, this night is going to be a fucking waste, I might as well get drunk", he thought as headed towards the bar.

A short time later, Cheryl and Tim made their appearance. Cheryl gave Tim a quick kiss and told him that she would see him later. She had been pegged to introduce the President of the Company before he addressed the gathering. She needed to check in with the party organizer to find out if there were any changes to the routine and to find out when she was on. 

Tim drifted over to the bar and found himself next to Rodney who was busy slugging down lousy scotch. Tim had run into him a few times before his marriage at a local bar but couldn't remember his name. In Tim's opinion, Rodney was an outrageous blowhard and know-it-all. Every time he had met him, Rodney had ruined his night by bragging about his conquests and about the women he had fucked. But, since he didn't know his name, he never connected him with the Rodney that Cheryl was always bitching about.

"Hi." Rodney greeted him morosely. "What are you doing here? I've never seen you at one of these boring things before."

"I'm here with my new wife Cheryl."

"Cheryl Jones?" Rodney asked. Rodney hated Cheryl. He hated her ability and her intelligence. He was doing everything that he could to cut her down before she ran all over him. He was afraid that someday, he might end up working for her. But he lusted after her too. She was a fine looking lady and he was dying to get a crack at her tits.

"She used to be. It's Cheryl Walker now." Tim replied easily. "What's up with you? I thought that you'd be out at a bar finding someone to spend the night with."

"I have to be here for my job." Rodney grumped. "I can't even try to hook up with someone. My wife is here and would go ballistic." He nodded with his head over towards Linda who was now sitting talking to a couple of the secretaries. For once, she didn't have a guy hanging off of her.

All of a sudden, Rodney got an idea. He could use this guy to get at Linda and maybe he could parlay it into his getting back at Cheryl as well. He looked over at Tim and smiled. "Hey Buddy, could you do me a favor. That's my wife over there in the red dress. She won't let me party unless she hooks up with someone too. What do you say? Are you interested?"

Tim looked at Linda and then looked at Rodney. The situation was not new, it had happened to him many times before at parties that he had attended with Amber. Men who wanted to arrange a swap would approach him. Sometimes they just wanted to watch as he fucked their wives. Linda was an extremely attractive lady and he was tempted, but he did not want to create any troubles with Cheryl. 

Besides, even if Cheryl had been interested in swinging, she had better tastes than this jerk. She would never go for a swap. "I'm sorry, man, not interested. She's gorgeous, but I'm here with my wife."

Rodney leaned in close. "I'm not asking you to fuck her. I just want her out of my hair so I can hook up with someone. Just go over and talk to her. Ask her to dance maybe. Shit, Cheryl will be busy with the boss for at least an hour, maybe more. Go for it; what do you have to lose. Wouldn't you rather be talking to someone that looks like that than to me? Let me get a round for her table. You can bring it over and just talk to her for a bit. 

As Rodney turned to order the drinks, he smiled to himself. This guy was perfect to call Linda's bluff. He was sure that Linda would never go fuck someone else. He wanted to rub her nose in it by tempting her with a guy like Tim. He was tall, distinguished looking and, best of all, an unknown quantity. 

Tim walked over to the table with the drinks in his hand. He wasn't planning on doing anything; it just gave him an excuse to get away from the asshole at the bar. Besides, he didn't see any harm in talking to other women at the party. "Hi, my name is Tim. Do you ladies mind if I join you for a few minutes? I come bearing drinks."

Linda looked him over and nodded. She was intrigued. She had never met Tim before and she liked what she saw. She had flirted with a bunch of guys, but so far she had been disappointed. None of the guys that she was interested in would do anything. Rodney was too well connected in the company for anyone who worked with him to take a chance at screwing around with his wife. No matter how hard she came on, they refused. They were too afraid of the consequences.

But this guy might be different. "So what brings you to this little soiree," she asked. "What division do you work for?" 

"I don't work for the company," he replied. "I'm here with my wife, Cheryl. She's one of the supervisors." 

"And she left you all by yourself? She must be crazy." Linda laughed and wagged her finger at the two women she was talking to. "I'd better protect you from all of the she- wolves from the secretarial pool. Dance with me?"

As Linda snuggled into Tim on the dance floor, she marveled at how wonderful it felt. Dancing with Rodney was a chore. He had no sense of rhythm and couldn't manage the simplest steps without stepping all over her feet. Tim was a marvelous dancer and engaged her in light conversation as they danced. By the second dance, she had decided that he was the guy she wanted. 

Linda didn't really care that he was married. She recognized Cheryl's name, but she had never really talked to her. All she knew about her was the fact that Rodney hated her. Rodney constantly complained that Cheryl was a bitch and a back stabber. 

Linda was out of practice at seduction, so she decided to take the direct route. She was going to get Tim alone and see if she could persuade him to play. After a few more dances she decided to make her move. 

"Tim, it's getting pretty hot in here. Would you mind going outside with me for a while to get some fresh air? I don't feel comfortable going by myself."

Tim nodded and they walked over to the table to get their drinks and head outside. He looked around, but Cheryl was still nowhere to be seen. The more he danced with Linda, the more attracted to her he was. He was beginning to forget that Cheryl was not like his first wife. Oftentimes with Amber, they had attended parties where she would disappear for hours. When he found her again she would have a hot story to tell him about the tryst she had just enjoyed. Usually, he would have his own story to tell as well. Tim put his arm around Linda and escorted her towards the door.


Untangling the Web Ch. 01



When Rodney saw them leave, he was shocked. He never suspected that Linda would actually go through with it, that bitch. But he could still use this to his advantage. He patted his jacket pocket where he kept his digital camera. Maybe he might be able to get a few pictures of the two of them together. Proof of her infidelity could certainly be used against her if she decided to divorce him. He broke into a big smile, chortled to himself and followed Linda and Tim from the room.

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Meanwhile, Cheryl was feeling miserable. Public speaking was her least favorite part of her job. It scared her silly and she always got nervous before having to speak before any group, let alone a large group like the hundreds of people that were at the party. It didn't matter that all she had to do was say a few words of introduction; it was the number of people that got her flustered.

She stood there numbly as the party organizer made the final arrangements to the dais. Finally he turned and looked at her and was alarmed at how pale she looked. She looked like she was about to faint on the spot. He couldn't allow that to happen; it would blow his schedule all to pieces. He needed to calm her down and fast! "Are you all right Cheryl honey?" He asked anxiously.

"Not really," she replied with a groan. "I'm never going to be able to get up there and face all these people. Tony, you have to help me." She pleaded desperately. "You've got to find someone else to do this. I'll do anything for you if you just get me out of this."

Tony looked at her critically for a moment and shrugged. "Sorry honey, there is nothing I can do to get you out of this. Besides, you're not my type; I like my lovers' tall, dark and hung. You're playing on the wrong team."

Cheryl groaned and buried her face in her hands. 

As he looked at her, Tony felt a pang of sympathy. He had to do something fast. "I think I can give you some help, though." He told her tentatively as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial of pills. "Here, take one of these, it will help you relax. You'll feel better in about twenty minutes."

Cheryl took the proffered pill and looked at is suspiciously. She shot an inquisitive look up at Tony.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you," he told her soothingly. "It's just something to calm your nerves. I use them all the time to help me relax in stressful situations." He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. "Look, I've got to go, they're screwing up the sound system and I've got a million details to take care of. Relax, you'll do just fine."

Tony scurried off to put out another fire. He felt quite pleased with his handling of the situation. It wasn't until after he walked away that he realized he had forgot to tell her not to drink alcohol tonight. One side effect of the pill was a reduction of inhibitions. This effect was significantly enhanced by alcohol and even one or two strong drinks would be enough to make her lose all control. He made a mental note to find her and tell her after the speech, but his good intentions were quickly forgotten as he rushed around making sure the evening went off on schedule.

Cheryl was desperate. She stared at the pill for a moment before shrugging and popping it into her mouth. At that point she would have taken anything if it would help her get through the speech. When it was time to go on, she was feeling a lot better. The pill took away her anxiety and helped her to function. She still felt nervous, but was able to deal with it. She introduced the president and walked away feeling pleased with herself. 

Her work obligations for the evening were done. As she walked away from the dais, she was feeling good. Her nerves felt alive; every sensation on her body felt intensified. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and ran her hands down over her breasts towards her stomach smoothing out her dress. The gentle caress was enough to make her nipples stand out proudly and her pussy start to moisten. She decided to head to the bar to get a good stiff drink. Then, she would find Tim and get down to some serious dancing, or maybe they would skip the dancing and get right to the fucking.

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Outside, Linda and Tim were sitting on a bench in a corner of a dark courtyard they had found. They were talking quietly and Linda was enjoying the feeling of sitting close to this virile man. Unobtrusively, she shifted her hips until their outer thighs were lightly touching and started to absently toy with the hem of her dress. When she was sure she had caught his attention, she casually shifted her fingers until the back of her hand was rubbing up and down his thigh.

Linda was telling Tim about herself and her marriage. Linda did not have a lot of sexual experience. She had fooled around a little in high school and college, but had remained a virgin until she met Rodney. He had talked her out of her virginity and, like a fool, she had believed him when he told her that he would not cum in her. Of course, he had broken his promise and she missed her next period. 

When the pregnancy was confirmed, she confronted Rodney. He had tried to weasel out of it, but her father had stepped in and put his foot down. Her Daddy could tell that Rodney was a cowardly weasel. He told Rodney that he had two choices. He could either marry Linda and take care of the baby or live life as a eunuch. After the wedding, her father had told Rodney that he would hunt him down if he ever tried to leave her. 

Since then, she had been trapped in a loveless marriage with Rodney. The only reason she had stayed was because of their daughter, Tiffany. She had no respect for Rodney as a man and his touch disgusted her. She knew about his various affairs and peccadilloes and was sickened by them.

Now that Tiffany had turned eighteen and was off to college, Linda had decided to take control of her life. Her catching Rodney last week with Maureen had been the last straw. She wasn't going to let Rodney destroy her ability to enjoy life any further. She was going to take time for herself starting right now. 

As Linda talked, her hands remained busy. One hand still played with the hem of her dress and had gradually lifted it until the tops of her stockings were revealed to Tim's rapt gaze. Her other hand had deserted her lap and found its way over to Tim's. She was caressing the inside of his thigh millimeters from the head of his pecker. 

When Tim did not pull away, Linda boldly grabbed his hand and placed it on her silky thigh above her stocking. She closed her eyes and smiled as he automatically started to caress the soft skin. Her own hand completed its journey and started to caress his cock through the fabric of his pants. 

"Tim, I don't know what has come over me tonight. I've never acted like this before. But . . . Oh hell, I feel very attracted to you. I want you to show me what I have been missing." Linda grabbed the back of Tim's head and pulled him over to a point where she could plant her lips on his.

Tim gave into the kiss. He had played a lot of games with Amber and her girlfriends. Some of them had liked to play the aggressor. He could play a variety of sexual roles and didn't mind letting the woman take the lead. He was happy to let Linda set the tone for their encounter. 

Linda was eager to continue their play. As she kissed Tim, she let her fingers wander around his body. She wanted to feel every inch of this man who had attracted her lust. She moaned as he followed her lead and started to softly caress her sides through the fabric of her dress. When his hand started to journey up her thigh she spread her legs wide to give his fingers room.

As his fingers started to caress her slit through the soaked lace of her thong, Linda threw her head back and closed her eyes. It had been a long time since any man had touched her with such care and longing. As she compared Tim's technique to Rodney, she realized that sex with Rodney was not for her; it was all about him. On those rare occasions when Rodney would finger her, he was like a bull in a china shop. He had no finesse at all. 

She hoped that Tim would go down on her soon. She had not had oral sex since she had left college. Rodney had flatly refused the few times she had asked years ago. His attitude was that real man didn't eat pussy. That was his loss; she wouldn't suck the cock of any man who refused to eat her pussy, 

Linda wasn't worried about Tim. She could tell that Tim wasn't into macho bullshit. She had no doubt that he would eat her with great enjoyment and would make her scream. She hoped so; she was dying to get that lovely prick of his down her throat. 

Linda was in for a treat. Tim had learned how best to please a woman by observation. He had watched Amber and her girlfriends repeatedly as they brought each other ecstasy. He watched and learned their tricks until he too could bring his wife to the height of passion. Amber had given his oral skills her highest compliment; Tim ate pussy like a lesbian.

Tim had learned the lesson that it was to his advantage to give his women pleasure. He dominated his partners with love. He never had trouble getting his partners to experiment because they knew that he would do the same for them. Tim wanted to make Linda cum harder than she had ever come in her life. Not only would watching her bring him satisfaction, he knew that she would be eager to return the favor.

Tim's fingers teased her as they slipped inside the leg band of her thong. Gently he rubbed his fingers up and down her labia as shifted his hand so he could softly flick her clit with his thumb. He didn't want her to cum too quickly; he wanted to draw it out. He smiled as he slowly trailed kisses down her neck towards her cleavage. With great care he slid a hand into the scooped neck of her dress and popped one of her breasts from its fragrant bed. He showered kisses over her pale skin until with a low chuckle he captured the nipple with his teeth. He began to softly tease it while his hand moved to release and caress her other breast.

Linda leaned back and closed her eyes. She reveled in the sensations that Tim was inducing. As he began a complicated rhythm flicking her clit and her nipples she spastically clutched his head to her breast and moaned. Through the fabric of his pants, she could trace the outlines of his hard cock. It felt much larger beneath her hand than Rodney. As she built towards her orgasm, her last coherent thought was "Oh my God, he is making me cum and he hasn't even pulled his cock out yet!

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Rodney stared through the shrubbery at his wife and Tim and watched in amazement as she moaned and shuddered her way to a noisy climax. Fucking Bitch. She never moaned like that for him. Who the hell did she think she was? For a moment, he considered going out and confronting her, but then he looked at Tim and changed his mind. Tim was taller, stronger and in better shape than he was. "Hell with it", he thought, "I'm a lover not a fighter. I'll just get some pictures and make her pay later."

As he pulled the camera out of his pocket, he watched Linda slip to her knees and start to work feverishly with both hands at Tim's belt. He looked through the viewfinder and framed her ass perfectly in the center of the picture. Tim's hands had slid around to caress her ass and as she slid to the ground, they drew her dress up around her waist. Rodney could see the line of her pale rose thong splitting her ass cheeks as she leaned forward to begin paying homage to Tim's cock. 

Rodney's fingers shook as he took picture after picture of his wife busily slurping away. He had to stop for a moment to adjust his pants. It wasn't that this excited him or anything. Any guy would get hard watching a blowjob like this. 

"Fucking bitch", he raged silently. "She won't go down on me. Hell, he practically had to beg her before she would have sex with him. Even then, she just lay there like a log. How dare she act like a slut with someone else?" As she tried to swallow every last inch of Tim's cock, Rodney stared in amazement. Where did she learn to take a cock down her throat? 

When Tim started to cum, Rodney could see Linda greedily drinking it down. Fuck, she wouldn't even kiss his prick, let alone swallowed his cum. The fucking bitch! He was going to make her pay!

Rodney took one final picture and slipped away. He knew how he could get revenge against all of them. He smiled evilly as he imagined the showdown he was about to set up. He didn't have to confront them. He was going to go find Cheryl and show her what her new hubby was up while she was busy. Cheryl would do the confronting for him.

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Inside, Mark from the accounting department had waylaid Cheryl on her search for Tim. She stood at the bar chatting with him and his buddy Bob. Cheryl had dated Mark for a short time a few years back, but had broken it off. Their relationship had lacked the necessary chemistry. Things had just never clicked between them, except sexually. That had been more than adequate. As they talked, Cheryl scanned the rooms for signs of Tim. She knew he was around someplace, but she had not spotted him yet. Mark and Bob kept their eyes firmly attached to Cheryl's cleavage.

She finished her second drink and Mark motioned the bartender to replace it. Suddenly Cheryl lost her balance and half fell into Bob's arms. He caught her around the waist to keep her from falling. When she didn't move right away, his hands slipped down to cup her ass cheeks and press her firmly against him. Her only response was to giggle and pull him into a quick kiss as she ground into his crotch.

As he continued to knead her cheeks, she looked up into his eyes. "Mmmm . . . That feels nice, " she cooed as one of her hands slipped between them to check out his package. His cock was stiffening rapidly under her questing hand. "Why don't we go somewhere to take care of this? Let's go find a place to lie down, shall we?" 

As Bob eagerly nodded his acceptance of her offer, she gave Mark an appraising glance. She remembered how good his cock had felt when it plundered her pussy. "Care to join us?"

Bob and Mark looked at each other and broke into wide grins. While they had shared women in the past, they had never had a chance with Cheryl. Cheryl had broken up with Mark before he had been able to suggest it. They had always regretted the missed opportunity, but had considered her out of reach due to her recent marriage. But tonight, Cheryl sounded like she would agree to anything. This was going to be their lucky night. Now all they needed to do was find an out of the way office with a couch.

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Rodney quietly slipped away from Tim and Linda. He didn't want them to inadvertently discover that he had seen them together. He wanted them to be still going at it when he returned with Cheryl. He smiled to himself as he quietly walked down the darkened corridor. This was going to work out perfect. He could get back at his wife and cause Cheryl some grief at the same time. 

As he passed a break room, he was surprised to see a light on and the door was ajar. He could hear voices coming from inside the room and a woman moaning in passion. What the fuck? This was getting to be like one of those parties he read about. He smirked and decided to take a moment to check it out. 

The first thing that Rodney noticed when he glanced through the door was a naked man standing beside the break room couch. He could see that the man was pumping madly into some blonde slut bent over the couch's arm. Eager to see more, he knelt down, slid the door open a trifle further and stuck his head into the room. Now he was able to see the whole tableau. He did not recognize the man who was balls deep in the slut's pussy, but Mark from accounting was kneeling on the couch busily stuffing the bimbo's throat. Wonder of wonders, he could see that the bimbo serving as the filling in this sandwich was none other than his hated rival Cheryl. 

Rodney could not believe his luck. This was even better than telling on her husband. He took out his camera and started to snap pictures. The threesome was so involved in their own pleasure they never noticed him as he knelt there documenting their activities. He got some great shots of Mark throat fucking Cheryl as she gagged around his cock. He got the shot as they double-teamed her ass and pussy. He even got some video of Cheryl begging the men for more with cum flowing out her ass and pussy. He smiled in glee as he documented her desperately sucking the men hard again as she frigged herself in frustration. Finally, he got the shot of her orgasm as she came from the cock in her ass as Mark exploded all over her face. He never realized that Cheryl was such a fuck slut.

As they gasped and recovered, He slipped carefully away. He had enough evidence in his camera to ruin Cheryl's career at the firm. He also had the evidence he needed to put Linda in her place. Rodney decided it was high time to leave the party. He needed to get home and decide exactly what to do with this unexpected windfall.

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When Linda and Tim made their way back to the party, Linda was holding on to his arm possessively. Linda had already decided that she wanted to make Tim a permanent part of her life. They hadn't even had a chance to fuck yet. After she sucked him off, he had arranged her on the bench and had sucked her off with great delight and enthusiasm while she enjoyed multiple orgasms. But he had refused her pleas to fuck her in the courtyard. 

Tim was relaxed and enjoying the pleasure that Linda had brought him. When he didn't see Cheryl, he allowed Linda to steer him over to a table. He liked Linda; she was easy to talk to, friendly, and best of all an enthusiastic partner. He wanted to introduce her to Cheryl and see what developed. 

"Tim, the last few hours have been incredible. You've made me feel things that I never thought I would feel. Can we find a place to slip away? I really want to finish what we started. " Linda gushed.

Tim smiled and patted Linda's hand. "I'm sorry Linda, but it's not possible. I told you outside, I can't get too involved with you until I talk to Cheryl. I need to make sure she's okay with this before I do anything else. I don't want to hurt her. I'd love nothing more to take you somewhere and fuck you for hours, but its not going to happen. I promise, I'll try to talk to her as soon as possible.

As Tim and Linda continued to chat, Tim kept scanning the room for Cheryl. Finally, he saw her walk into the room laughing and talking with two men he did not know. It wasn't too hard to tell that she had been recently fucked. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes held that certain look of satisfaction that only showed after a hard orgasm. Of course, the fact that her dress was pulled almost up to her ass and both of the guys' hands were busy squeezing her ass was a pretty good indicator as well. He smiled to himself and leaned over to give Linda a brief kiss. "Here comes Cheryl now. From the look of her, I don't think she'll object too much. Maybe we can get together next week?"

Linda looked over at Cheryl and snorted. "Why not tonight? I'm in no hurry to get home and it looks like your wife has found some playmates of her own."

Tim patted her hand and shook his head. "Sorry, I always make it a rule to leave a party with my wife. I'd ask you to join us, but I'm greedy. I want my first time fucking you to be just the two of us. I'm sure the three of us can get together some other time."

Linda gulped and nodded. She had never been with another woman, although Rodney had suggested it on a number of occasions. But she knew that if Tim asked she would do it. Suddenly she realized she was looking over at Cheryl with an appraising eye and started to blush. She covered her confusion by reaching into her purse for a pen and scribbling her number on a napkin. "Okay. Here is my number, call me next week. Early next week."




Untangling the Web Ch. 01



As Tim started to walk away, Linda decided to sweeten the pot a little and caught his hand. "Tim, I have two holes that didn't get used tonight. I'm going to want you to use them both when we get together so make sure you leave a lot of time." Linda flushed and leaned forward. "I've never been fucked in the ass before. I want you to be my first." 

Tim smiled and took the napkin. It had been a long time since he had been with an anal virgin. He was looking forward to making it an exquisite experience for her. But for now, it was time to take Cheryl home, share stories and fuck the night away.

As Tim walked up to Cheryl, Bob and Mark, he stuck out his hand. "Hi guy's, I'm Tim, Cheryl's husband." He looked down at their hands disappearing under her dress and chuckled. "I don't think I have to ask if you know my wife. It looks like you are pretty close."

Cheryl giggled, disentangled her arms and threw them around Tim's neck. She drew him in for a deep soulful kiss with plenty of tongue. 'Hi honey, this is Mark and Bob. I couldn't find you so they have been keeping me company."

Tim glanced down and noticed that Cheryl's bra seemed to be missing. He looked wryly over at Bob and murmured. "I'll bet you kept her company. Did they treat you right Cherie? Did you have a good time?"

Cheryl sighed and absently started to rub her nipples through her dress. 'Oh yes. It was wonderful."

Tim was concerned by Cheryl's behavior. While she had never been shy, she rarely lost control like this. It wasn't normal. Tim and Cheryl had experimented with exhibitionism and public sex, but Cheryl always pretended reluctance. Part of the turn on for her was the fear and humiliation that she got from being forced to submit to his orders. 

Now, she was acting the slut in full view of her work colleagues without a care in the world. She was acting like she was high on something. He needed to get her home and soon if he wanted to avoid a scene. He glanced sharply at Mark and Bob. "What the fuck did you guys give to her?"

Mark and Bob backed away and removed their hands from Cheryl ass. Mark started to babble a denial. "Nothing. Shit man, we just gave her a couple of drinks. She started to come on to us, honest. We don't want any trouble. We didn't give her anything, I swear."

Tim glared at them and nodded. "You had better be telling me the truth. If I find out you drugged her, I'll make you wish that you were never born. Where is her bra?"

Bob flushed and pulled her bra out of his pocket and handed it Tim. Mark hesitated for a moment and pulled her panties out of his pocket. He smiled sheepishly and said. "You'll probably want these as well."

As Tim guided Cheryl out of the party, she clung to him and started to rub her hand up and down his leg. "Tim, I'm horny. Can you take me someplace and fuck me?" She pleaded.

"Hang on Cherie. I'll take care of you as soon as I can. Let's get out of here first."

Linda watched them walk out of the party and sighed. She checked her watch but it was still too early to head on home. She still wanted more. She cast a speculative look over at Mark and Bob. She had never been with two men before. Maybe it was time for another new experience. She picked up her drink and glided towards them with an extra wiggle in her walk. "Hi guys, I'm Linda. Mind if I join you?"

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The first thing that Cheryl noticed the next morning as she groggily woke up was that she had a splitting headache. Then the dull ache in her ass, pussy, nipples and throat started to make itself felt. She could tell that she had been royally fucked the night before, but she couldn't recall the details. She reached down and felt the dried, crusted cum coating her breasts and stomach. She groaned and buried her head in her hands,

"Good morning babe." Tim greeted her as he walked in with a small tray. "How are you feeling this morning? I brought you some coffee and some aspirin, you look like you could use it." 

"What happened last night Tim? What did I do? I can't remember anything."

"I think someone slipped you something. You were out of control."

"Did anything happen?" She asked anxiously.

Tim nodded and told her about finding her with Mark and Bob. As he spoke, Cheryl's memory of the evening came rushing back to her and she started to remember what she had down with Mark and Bob in the break room. "Oh shit. I acted like a fucking slut. I let them do anything they wanted to me."

"I want you to try to remember, Cherie. Did they give you anything or drop anything in your drink?"

"What? No. No. I only had two drinks and the bartender handed them to me. Mark's a hound, but he doesn't stoop to date rape drugs." Cheryl sat up in bed and the sheet slipped down around her waist. She frowned as she tried to remember what had happened. She absently slapped Tim's hand away as he reached over to cup her breast. 

"Wait a minute. Tony the party organizer gave me a pill to help me relax. Do you think that might have caused it?"'

"It could have Cherie. Particularly since you had a couple of drinks. But, let's get you taken care of and we can talk about it later. Come on, let's go hop in the shower and get you cleaned up. Then we can take a Jacuzzi and see if we can get you relaxed."

Over the next few hours, Cheryl reluctantly told Tim all she could remember about the night before. She was convinced that he would be disgusted at her actions and would hate her. But, the more she talked, the more he held her and the harder he grew. Finally as she was finishing her story, he pulled her up onto the edge of the Jacuzzi and attacked her slit. Her soreness was forgotten as they made love by the edge of the tub.

Afterwards, Tim snuggled into her and held her tight. "Cherie, I need to know how you feel about this. I know that pill caused you to lose control, but did you enjoy it? Did you have a good time with Mark and Bob?"

Cheryl hung her head and nodded yes.

Tim gently lifted her chin with his hand until he was looking deep into her eyes. "Tell me, did it affect the way you feel about me? Do you still love me?"

Cheryl's eyes grew wide and she started to stammer a response. Tim let her babble on until he was sure the answer was yes. "Now you understand what I was talking about the other night. It's okay. Nothing you do with anyone else matters as long as you continue to love me. 

"When Amber told me that she was bisexual and wanted to keep seeing her girlfriends, I was hurt. I worried that it would affect our marriage and how we felt about each other. When we started to swing, I stayed awake wondering what it would do to our marriage. 

"But, I discovered that none of the others mattered. Amber had an unlimited ability to love me and to bring other people pleasure as well. I found I had that ability too. It didn't matter how many people we fucked or made love to. I knew that I had her heart and she had mine."

Tim gazed into Cheryl's eyes and drew her close. "Cheryl, the thing that first attracted me to you was the way you reminded me of Amber." 

Cheryl stiffened, drew away and opened her mouth to respond, but Tim shushed her with a gentle finger on her lips. "Let me explain. The thing that reminds me of Amber is your heart, your spirit and your ability to love. I could tell as soon as I met you that you were a kindred soul. I knew that somehow, I had been lucky enough to find another woman with the ability to complete me. I fell in love with you that day and knew that I had to make you mine."

As Cheryl's body relaxed at his words, Tim continued to caress her. He softly kissed her and murmured into her hair. "If you enjoyed what happened with Bob and Mark, I'm happy for you. If it brings you pleasure, then it brings me pleasure." 

Tim hesitated for a moment and decided to ask the last question. "I know you said you didn't want to involve others yet, but now that its happened, what do you think baby? Do you want to do it again? Do you want to fuck Bob or Mark again?"

Cheryl looked at him for a moment, staring deeply into his eyes. Finally she blushed and nodded. "I do. I can see that it doesn't affect the way that you love me and that is what I was worried about. But . . . What about you? I want both of us to be happy."

Tim smiled and nuzzled into her neck. "Why don't you suck my cock for a while and I will tell you about the new friend I made the other night. Her name is Linda and she is married to a slob named Rodney."

The rest of the weekend was a fuckfest. Tim and Cheryl sucked and fucked each other into exhaustion. Then, they rested for a short time to get their breath back, and started again. By Monday morning, Cheryl was comfortable with their new open relationship. In fact she insisted that Tim call Linda and invite her over that day. She loved the fact that her husband was fucking the wife of that bastard Rodney. And she couldn't wait until she got a chance to try Linda herself.

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After the party, Linda did not make it home until the next morning. Although Mark had initially been reluctant to party with her, Bob had gleefully accepted her offer and had invited her to spend the night at his apartment. She had barely got her clothes off and Bob's prick in her mouth when Mark had shown up and joined in. She had spent the night getting gloriously fucked. The only thing she refused them was her ass. She told them that had been promised to someone else.

When she got in the house, she smirked as she passed Rodney passed out on the couch with his trousers around his ankles. From the smell of his breath, he had gotten shit faced the night before. She could also see that he had spent the evening jerking off. As she walked up to the bedroom she thought to herself that he'd better get used to jerking off, because he wasn't going to touch her again.

After a brief shower, Linda sighed and got busy. She wanted to move Rodney's stuff into the spare bedroom while he was still passed out. As she worked she hummed softly to herself and thought about Tim and Mark and Bob.

Late that afternoon, Rodney groggily rose to consciousness to find Linda sitting in her chair staring at him. Linda was sitting across from him wearing nothing but a short robe. From where he lay, he could barely make out the details of her bald pussy as she sat there. 

As his prick began to rise, she gave him a look of disgust and shifted her legs to hide from his view. "Don't even think about it. I just wanted to let you know that your dinner is on the stove. If you need anything, I'll be in my room."

As she started to walk out of the room, Rodney stared at her in confusion. His head still fuzzy from the booze he had consumed the night before, he didn't understand the import of her comment. "Your room?" He muttered as his head began to pound. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Linda turned and smiled at him sweetly. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. I moved all of your stuff into the spare bedroom. That is where you will be sleeping from now on." With that, Linda swept up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Even from the living room, he could hear the click as the door locked behind her.

Rodney stared after her stunned. Fucking Bitch. How dare she kick him out of his own bedroom! He'd teach her. He was going to go right upstairs and kick that fucking door down and teach her a lesson.

As Rodney stood, the room started to spin around him. He felt nauseous and lurched towards the bathroom. He didn't make it and started to puke all over the front hallway. He fell to his knees in total misery. The bedroom door opened and Linda came out into the hallway. For an eternity she stared down at him impassively. "Make sure you clean that mess up, I'm sure as hell not going to do it." With that she turned on her heel and closed the door behind her with finality.

Rodney groaned and struggled to his feet. As he went out into the kitchen to get a mop, he glared balefully up at the bedroom door. Fucking Bitch!

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That weekend was one of the worst Rodney had ever had. 

His attempts to deal with Linda on Saturday night had been spectacularly unsuccessful. She hadn't responded to his pounding on the door or his threats to open it and let him in. When he tried to break it down, his effort had been disastrous. He couldn't believe it. The husband never bounced off the door and bruised his shoulder in the stories he read. And his foot felt like he had broken it when he tried to kick it in. That never happened in the movies.

He finally had admitted defeat and had limped off to sleep in the spare bedroom. Fucking Bitch! Her time would come. He tossed and turned all night as he planned the revenge that she had coming. 

The next morning, Linda found him sitting in the kitchen staring into a cup of coffee. She was wearing a short dressing gown that clung to her graceful curves and she looked well rested and mighty pleased at herself. 

He glared at her back as she reached into the cabinet to get a coffee cup. She was teasing him, the stupid bitch. As she stretched to get her cup, the dressing gown rode up showing off the milky whiteness of her thighs. Despite his anger, he began to get aroused at the sight before him.

When she turned around, she noted the look of lust on his face and snorted scornfully. He opened his mouth to tell her off and she told him to shut up! What the fuck! Linda never talked back to him before. He was the one in charge. He looked back at her stupidly as she moved to sit down at the table across from him.

"Rodney, we need to talk. I'm tired of acting like your perfect little wife. You've never respected me and I'm sick of it. Things are going to change around here. I'm giving you a choice; you can either accept the way things are going to be or you can get out. It's not open for negotiation." 

Rodney stared at Linda in disbelief, and started to sputter. She cut him off with a wave and continued.

"Let's face it Rodney, we haven't had a real marriage in years. The only reason I didn't divorce your sorry ass years ago was because of Tiffany. You might be an asshole and a piss poor husband, but she loves you and you haven't screwed up too bad as her father. I was able to swallow my pride and put up with you for her sake.

"But now that she's in college, I'm not going to take it anymore. I can't tell you how much it bothered me to find you fucking that bitch Maureen in my bed. It was bad enough to know you were fucking around on me behind my back. How could you disrespect me enough to bring one of your sluts home to fuck in my bed?

"So I've decided enough is enough. I'm not planning to divorce you. But, I'm going to treat this marriage the same way you treat it. It's just a sham. We will co-exist in this house, but my being faithful to you is a thing of the past. As far as I am concerned you lost any rights you might have had to touch me. Whether you ever get that privilege back is still undecided."

Rodney flew into a rage at her statement. He rose out of his chair and started to stalk around the table towards her. That Fucking Bitch! He was going to kill her. How dare she give him ultimatums in his own house!

Linda smiled at him coldly and said, "Go ahead Rodney, hit me. I dare you. You lay one finger on me and I will destroy you. I'll make your life a living hell. I'll have you arrested for spouse abuse. Then I'll divorce you for everything you have and turn your daughter away from you. Oh, I'll let Daddy and my brothers know you hit me too." 

As Rodney hesitated, Linda looked at him with profound disgust. "Sit down Rodney. You are such a weak sack of shit it's amazing I put up with you for all these years. Sit down and shut up and I will tell you how it's going to be.

"From now on, all we are is housemates. Nothing is going to change in the way we run the house. I will continue to take care of the house for so long as you keep paying the bills. I do expect you to pick up after yourself however. I'm not going to put up with your acting like a slob anymore.

"As for shopping, I'll take care of it provided that you leave me money to do so. I'll continue to cook if I'm here and I expect you to let me know when or if you will be home for supper. If I am here we can eat together, otherwise I will try to leave you something, but I'm not going to make any promises. You can do your own dishes. 

"Oh, and before you get any bright ideas to try to clean us out, I set up new accounts in my name last week for half of all of our assets.

"When we see each other around the house, I expect you to treat me politely and with respect. I don't really care if you fuck around on me anymore, but I do ask that do me the courtesy of not doing it here. 

"I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with any of your sluts. Don't expect me to cook for you if you bring one of them here. I will let you know if I am not going to be home for dinner or if I am spending the night with friends. I expect you to do the same. 

"Rodney, if you treat me with respect, I will do the same for you. It's up to you. We can co-exist or you can get the hell out."

Rodney gaped at her stunned. Linda snorted, picked up her coffee cup and walked out of the room. For the rest of the day, Rodney avoided her. He needed to do some thinking. 

By the end of the day, Rodney had decided on a plan of action. While he didn't plan on letting that bitch Linda get away with treating him this way, he was going to let things lie for a while. Revenge is a dish best served cold and he wanted to give Linda a chance to get complacent before he pulled the rug out. After all, he still had the pictures of her sucking Tim that he could use against her.

Besides, he still had to figure out what to do with Cheryl. He had the evidence to ruin her marriage and her career, but how did he want to use them. It was time to pay her back for the way she treated him. Rodney sat down on his computer. Time to log onto the Internet and do some research. 

By Monday, Rodney felt like he had rejoined the human race. His head had stopped pounding and the sight of food no longer sickened him. He was able to co-exist with Linda, at least for the moment. Best of all, he had decided on a plan for Cheryl. 

He waited for his chance and that afternoon, he was able to slip into her office without being noticed. As he closed the door behind him, Cheryl looked up at him with a look of annoyance and disdain. "What in the hell do you think you are doing, Rodney. Get the hell out of my office."

Rodney smirked and responded, "Hello to you too, Cheryl. I've got something to show you that I think you might be interested in." 



Untangling the Web Ch. 02



Around six that night, Tim was lounging in his living room talking quietly to Linda. She had come over that afternoon and they had spent a memorable few hours commemorating their first fuck. 

Linda was luxuriating in Tim's presence. There was something about him that attracted her both physically and emotionally. She had had a good time with Bob and Mark, but that had just been animal lust. She liked what they did to her, but wouldn't be upset if it never happened again. But Tim was different. For the first time in her life she felt an emotional and sexual attachment to another person. She was falling in love with him. 

Tim had just finished explaining his relationship with Cheryl to her and Linda was conflicted. She didn't know or care about Cheryl. Linda would try to steal Tim away from her in a heartbeat. But, what about Tim? Would her efforts hurt him? She could tell that Tim loved Cheryl very much and did not want to hurt her or force her out of his life. Linda didn't want a fling with Tim; she wanted more. Was there enough room in Tim's heart for a second love? 

When the door slammed open, it startled both of them. They had lost track of the time and could only stare in amazement when Cheryl came storming into the room swearing. Tim was immediately concerned that he has misunderstood Cheryl over the weekend. Was she upset because Linda was still here?

Cheryl stamped across the room to the bar muttering curses. She didn't even look at Tim or Linda sitting on the couch. She grabbed a glass and the nearest bottle and poured herself a healthy shot that quickly founds its way into her gullet. She then repeated the process, and then did it again.

Tim watched in amazement as Cheryl threw back her first three drinks. She never acted this way and he wasn't sure if the reason wasn't sitting next to him on the couch. As she started to pour a fourth belt, he cleared his throat nervously. "What's the matter Cherie? What's wrong?"

Cheryl stopped pouring and carefully returned the bottle to the shelf. Deliberately she turned around and faced them. She had a wild look in her eyes and just stared at the two of them for a long moment. Suddenly her hand shot up and she started to advance towards them pointing at Linda. 

"Wrong? WRONG? I'll tell you what's fucking wrong. Her God Damn husband, that's what's wrong. Rodney stopped by my office today to blackmail me. That's what's wrong!" Cheryl spit out.

Linda nervously started to rise. "Maybe I'd better go. Thanks for the . . ."

"No," Cheryl interrupted firmly. "I want you to hear this. I want you to know just what type of slimeball your douche bag of a husband is. Somehow he took pictures of me at the party with Mark and Bob. He's threatening to give them to Tim and to email them to everyone at the office unless I give him what he wants."

Linda looked at Cheryl carefully. She could see the anger boiling in her eyes and realized that it wouldn't take much to push that anger in her direction. Linda couldn't allow that, it would destroy any chance she had of a long-term relationship with Tim.

"I'm sorry Cheryl. I know Rodney is an asshole. But he's my husband in name only. I kicked him out of my bedroom on Saturday. I told Tim about it before you came in." Tim nodded at her words. "What's the stupid prick looking for anyway, money? 

Some of the wildness left Cheryl's eyes. While she was still outraged at Rodney, Linda's words had mollified her. She flopped down on the chair facing Tim and Linda in disgust. "Money? Oh no, not Rodney. He wants me to be his fucking sex slave!" Cheryl grated out. 

As Cheryl sat there, she looked over at Tim and Linda. Suddenly, Cheryl realized how ludicrous the situation was and broke out into a slightly hysterical laugh as she pointed towards them. Rodney was blackmailing her and trying to make her his sex slave without a fucking clue that his wife was screwing around with Tim. "He's trying to fuck me over, but we beat him to it, and we didn't even need pictures."

Linda and Tim stared at her for a moment and sheepishly started to chuckle. "He's really trying to blackmail you to be his sex slave?" Tim shook his head and grinned. "Is this guy for real? Does he really think that it would work? I hope you tore him a new asshole. I don't need to go kick the shit out of him. You could do it easily." 

Tim got up from the couch and moved over to snuggle next to Cheryl. "Tell me, did he give you a set of the pictures?" He leered. "I've been wondering how you looked fucking Mark and Bob. I've never seen you double teamed." 

Cheryl gratefully returned his hug as she calmed down. "I didn't tell him to fuck off. I can't, not yet. I wasn't worried how you would react. I know you don't care if I find someone else to fuck, but I am concerned about work."

"Come on, Cherie. What's the worst that could happen? Even if they do fire you, you know I have enough money to take care of you. You know you don't have to worry about work. Tell him to go fuck himself, or better yet, let's go over and tell him together."

Cheryl snuggled into Tim for a moment and let his love wash over her. She was tempted to follow his advice, but regretfully shook her head. "I can't do that Tim. I can't let that spineless wimp beat me. Besides, if he gets me fired, he might end up with my accounts and my people. I can't allow that to happen. It's not fair for them to suffer because of me."

As Linda listened to Cheryl, she began to feel ashamed. She should have known that Cheryl wasn't a bitch like Rodney said. Her concern for her accounts and employees was something that Rodney never would have considered. How could she even have considered trying to steal Tim away from her? Linda's eyes began to fill with tears and she crossed over to kneel in front of Cheryl to offer physical comfort. 

As Linda hugged her legs, Cheryl looked up startled. After a moment, she smiled and spread her knees to allow Linda room to cuddle in. As Linda moved closer, Cheryl pulled her in for a hug. Tim smiled and stretched out his arms to enfold both of them. For a timeless moment, the trio hugged and shared some quick kisses.

Finally, Linda looked up at Cheryl with a question in her eyes. "What are you going to do? I'll give you any help I can to beat that bastard. Just tell me."

Cheryl drew Linda up to sit on the side of her chair. Cheryl's arm snaked around her waist and held her tight. "Thanks for the offer. I really appreciate it and I hope you will be able to help me get these pictures back. No matter what happens, God knows I don't want him letching over them. 

"To start with, I just want to get him off my back. I need to keep him from spreading those pictures around the office."

"What did you tell him today?" Tim queried.

"I told him I needed to think it over. He said he would stop by my office tomorrow for my answer." Cheryl barked a short bitter laugh. "He told me I'd better shave my pussy and wear a mini skirt, a thong and no bra to work tomorrow. He said that tomorrow was the day he was going to take control."

Tim shook his head in disbelief at Cheryl's words. Was this guy for real? He sounded like he had gotten his ideas from a bad porn story. "You're not going to do what he asked, are you? "

Cheryl snorted and gave him a poke in the ribs. "Of course not. Well, not totally. I'm not going to change what I usually wear. You know I'd be in a thong anyway. But, I'm not going to start following his commands."

Cheryl smiled cunningly. "I'm going to take advantage of his stupidity. If this moron is foolish enough to come back to my office, I'm going to get him on tape. Lets see how he squirms when I have a recording of him blackmailing me."

Tim smiled. It appeared that Cheryl was getting over her anger and had come up with a solid plan to deal with the situation. Now, it was time to get her mind off the problem and relieve some tension. "That sounds like a good plan Cherie. I'm sure you can take care of him."

He leaned over to give Cheryl a serious kiss. At the same time, he reached across and started to caress Linda's thigh. "I've got some news for you too. Linda told me something earlier. She's never been with a woman. If we've got Rodney settled out, why don't we change that, Hmmm?" 

Tim stood and offered a hand to each of the women. Cheryl raised her eyebrow and looked over at Linda as her hand started to caress her back. She didn't want to pressure Linda. Was this something that she was ready for? Linda returned her gaze with a look of nervous anticipation. She nodded and took Tim's hand. Shyly she held out her other hand for Cheryl who took it with a grin. Arm in arm the trio retired to the bedroom to take care of Linda's inexperience.

Over the next hour, Tim watched with delight as Cheryl initiated Linda into the pleasures of Sapphos. While he was aware that Cheryl had had female lovers in the past, this was the first chance he had been given to watch her operate. 

Cheryl proceeded cautiously. She didn't want to scare Linda away. As they entered the bedroom, she took her time undressing Linda with gentle care while praising her body. She gently encouraged Linda to follow her lead as they kissed and explored each other's mouths. Then, she initiated the joint exploration of each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues. By the time she had stretched Linda out on the bed, Linda was eagerly responding to Cheryl's caresses and was beginning to reciprocate. 

Cheryl kissed her way down Linda's body until she was positioned between her outspread thighs. She lavished her attention on the inside of her thighs moving her hands and tongue ever closer to the center of Linda's universe. When she reached it, she lovingly lashed Linda's slit and clit and brought her to the peaks of pleasure. 

As Linda recovered, Cheryl moved back up on the bed to cuddle. She squashed her breasts against Linda's and let Linda taste her own juices that lingered on Cheryl's mouth and tongue. Then, she gently urged Linda down to begin her own worship between Cheryl's thighs. As Linda took her first tentative licks, Cheryl gasped her appreciation and urged her to further efforts. 

Cheryl pulled Linda in to lick and nibble as she frantically began the climb to her own climax. As she reached the peak, she spasmed in delight and screamed out her appreciation of Linda's newfound talents. 

When Cheryl recovered, she found that Linda had moved back up the bed into her embrace. Cheryl smiled and lovingly kissed her. She then looked over at Tim with an inquiring glance. She didn't need to say a word; her eyes told Tim that it was time for him to stop watching and start playing. As he moved onto the bed, she shifted down until she was back kneeling between Linda's widespread thighs with her head buried in Linda's pussy. As her tongued dipped deep inside Linda's hot gash, she let her hands fall back until they were gripping Linda's ankles. 

Tim smiled as he saw her posture and reached to draw her hands up behind her back. Cheryl whimpered, "yes" as she allowed Tim to take control. As Tim buried his tool inside her with one hard plunge, she moaned into Linda and allowed the force of the thrust to force her tongue deeper into Linda. 

Cheryl was living one of her deepest and darkest fantasies. Not only was she sharing her husband with another woman, she was serving them both. She was submissively serving her husband's lover as he took her with no regard for her comfort or pleasure. With each hard thrust, Tim forced her face brutally into Linda's dripping pussy. 

Tim and Linda could see that she wanted to be used for their pleasure. She was reveling in the humiliation fantasy of servicing her husband's mistress. Linda had both hands tangled in Cheryl's hair forcing her face roughly into her molten core. She was berating Cheryl verbally, telling her to lick harder. With each thrust Linda would moan and pull Cheryl's face in closer smothering her with her pussy. 

With each thrust of his cock, Tim started to spank her ass. Every stroke was accompanied by a resounding thwack as he reddened her ass. Within minutes, Cheryl was screaming into Linda's cunt from the combined pleasure and pain that Tim was giving her. 

Her screams and moans set Linda off as she wrapped her thighs around Cheryl catching her head in a velvet vice. Linda writhed on the bed convulsively with the force of her orgasm. Tim frantically pounded deep into Cheryl's cervix and stiffened as he shot stream after stream of cum directly into her womb and collapsed on her back. The force of his explosion sent Cheryl over the edge and her sheath spasmed around him spastically as she exploded into paradise.

Reluctantly, Tim released Cheryl's wrists and slowly pulled out of her. As he withdrew, he could still feel the after quakes of her monumental orgasm. Exhausted, he rolled over beside Linda. He had spent the better part of the afternoon fucking Linda; his prick was lying flaccid on his thigh. 

Cheryl looked over at him with a grin and threw him a kiss. Then she turned her attention back to Linda. "One final lesson, dear. Clean up." With that, Cheryl crawled up Linda's body. She positioned herself so her until her dripping pussy was poised above Linda's face.

"It's time for you to experience your first cream pie. While you clean me out, I'll take care of cleaning Mr. Pile Driver over here." With that Cheryl dropped her pussy to Linda's waiting tongue and motioned for Tim to bring his cock over to get cleaned.

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Tim was in heaven. Linda had agreed to spend the evening and the trio had spent some memorable hours getting to know each other better and exploring the numerous sexual options available to three people willing to experiment. Now, fully sated, Tim was enjoying the feeling of having two beautiful women snuggled as close as possible as they drifted off to sleep. 

But sleep escaped him. There was something niggling at him. Something that Cheryl had told them just didn't fit. He knew he was forgetting something, but it wouldn't come to him no matter how hard he wracked his brain.

To try and relax, Tim thought back over the events of the last few days that had brought Linda into their lives. He was amazed at how easily she had wormed her way into both his and Cheryl's affection. Already, it was difficult to imagine life without her, and after tonight, he knew Cheryl felt the same way. He was looking forward to a long and happy relationship. It was strange to think that he had that asshole Rodney to thank for asking him to talk to her.

Tim sat up in bed with a jolt. That was what he was forgetting. The prick that was blackmailing Cheryl was the one who set him up with Linda. Rodney had been watching them while they danced. Had he followed them when they went out to the courtyard? Did he know that they had gotten together? He had taken pictures of Cheryl that night; did he get pictures of them too? 

"It doesn't make sense", Tim thought. Rodney knew that he was married to Cheryl. He found out at the party. And he had to assume that Rodney was aware he had spent time with Linda. Why would he try to blackmail Cheryl by threatening to tell me? If Cheryl found out about Linda, she could use that to fight the blackmail.

What game was Rodney trying to play? From Linda's comments, Rodney would never understand Cheryl's concern about the people who worked for her or the accounts she worked on. He only thought about himself. Rodney was well aware that Cheryl could get a new job anywhere. He couldn't believe that the work threat was enough to support blackmail. 

The only explanation that made any sense was that Rodney must think that we are both cheating on each other. He had to believe that we are lying to each other. He was trying to play them off against each other.

As Tim thought about this, he began to chuckle. Rodney could have caused Cheryl a lot of grief is he had just used the pictures to embarrass her. But he had gotten greedy. By blackmailing Cheryl, Rodney might just have painted himself into a corner. As long as he was blackmailing Cheryl, Rodney probably wouldn't do anything with any evidence he had against Tim or Linda. If he did, that might get back to Cheryl and he would lose his hold on her. 

Tim signed and regretfully started to rouse Cheryl and Linda. He hated to disturb them, but they needed to discuss this and do some planning. As long as they knew more about what was going on than Rodney, it might be possible to manipulate him. Maybe, just maybe, they could figure out a plan that would be a long-term solution to the "Rodney" problem.

It didn't take long to convince Cheryl or Linda of the possibilities or for the three of them to formulate a basic plan. They all wanted to teach Rodney a lesson. Although she was somewhat reluctant, Cheryl finally agreed to play along with Rodney's scheme for a while. 

The gist of the plan was simple. Rodney would appear to get what he always wanted while they set him up for a fall. Cheryl would still collect evidence against Rodney, but she would hold off on confronting him. Cheryl would handle Rodney day to day and play the blackmail victim. Cheryl wasn't worried about dealing with Rodney; she was confident in her ability to out negotiate him any day. All she needed to do was make him think he was winning while giving him as little as possible. 

Tim would be in charge of manipulating Rodney. If he could get Rodney focused on him, he could keep the focus of the blackmail away from the office. His job was to set Rodney up for the big fall. Rodney was going to become his confidant and learn all his darkest secrets. 

Meanwhile, Linda was going to be their spy. She would help to keep Rodney off balance by keeping the home situation unsettled. She would continue to torment Rodney around the house by wearing revealing clothing and by continuing to act in a sexy manner. If he approached her, she would continue to rebuff him, however, she would drop the occasional hint that she was weakening her resolve. During the day, she and Tim would search the house for the pictures.

The more the three of them talked the more excited they got. Both Cheryl and Linda realized that this might be the final solution to their Rodney troubles. Cheryl was convinced that she could confide in some of her compatriots at work and recruit their assistance. For years, Rodney had made enemies at the office. Now it was time to pay Rodney back royally.

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The next morning, Cheryl got to work early. She needed to set up the recorder for Rodney's visit. She also had some visits to make. Mark needed to be made aware of photographs and recruited as a helper. She also needed to talk to her secretary Denise. Denise was a key recruit in her plans to keep Rodney at bay. She was going to need help and Denise could point her towards the right people. 

Besides, now that her marriage to Tim had opened up, maybe Denise could be persuaded to share her sexy husband. That was a swap that Cheryl would go for in a heartbeat. 

By ten o'clock, all the pieces were in place. Cheryl rolled up her sleeves and checked her in basket. Despite the blackmail, she still had a division to run and accounts to manage. It was time to get some work done and wait for Rodney. 

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Rodney couldn't wait to get to work on Tuesday. He finally had that bitch Cheryl just where he wanted her. He had done his homework. Nothing was going to stop him from making her his sex slave. He had gone over some of his favorite stories and come up with a wide variety of humiliating tasks that he would make Cheryl do. 

He had it all planned out. First, he would get Cheryl to dress the way he always wanted her: sexy and slutty. Of course her pussy would be shaved and her clothing would be the talk of the office. Maybe he should make her get a tattoo or her nipples pierced? 




Untangling the Web Ch. 02



Rodney's mind raced at the options available to him. He could get her to cut her husband off. He would make her wear clothes that would allow him to fuck her anytime and anywhere. Later, when he started to get bored with her, he would use her as his company whore to help land accounts. Of course, he would continue to take pictures. He had no reason to ever let her go, but when he did he would make sure that her career and her life were ruined.

But to start with, Rodney couldn't wait to get over to her office. He was going to put that bitch over his knee and give her a spanking that would make her ass sore for a week. The he was going to bend her over her own desk and give her a Rodney special. It was going to be incredible.

When Rodney walked into his office, he groaned. His in basket was jammed and his calendar was filled with appointments. Couldn't anybody else in his fucking department ever do anything? With all of this work to do, there was going to no time to play with Cheryl. Sighing, he took off his jacket and slumped behind his desk. He had to figure out a way to get some time with her. 

Just after lunch, a call came in on his direct line. He picked it up and snapped a hello. Stupid fucking phone. Always disturbing him at the wrong time. He needed time to scheme. 

"Hello to you too, Rodney," Cheryl grated on the other end of the line. "Where are you? Why haven't you stopped by my office yet? We have a lot to talk about."

"I'm busy you bitch, " Rodney grunted. "I'll get to you when I can."

Cheryl sighed. "Rodney, if you will check your calendar, you are scheduled for an hour long meeting in my office starting ten minutes ago. Get your ass over here right now!"

Rodney was halfway to her office before he realized what he was doing. Stupid bitch, she is the sex slave. Where does she get off ordering him around like this! Doesn't she know anything? He'd teach her how to respect him soon enough.

By the time Rodney got to Cheryl's office, he was pissed. He planned on marching right in there and showing her who was boss. He didn't even slow down as he passed her secretary and slammed open Cheryl's door. He had just let loose his first set of curses when he realized that Cheryl was not alone. She was sitting at her conference table with the other two division directors and Fred Hatfield, the operations vice president for the company. Shit, he had forgotten that today was the monthly staff meeting. 

Cheryl smiled at him sweetly and didn't say a word. Fred looked at him oddly and made a note on his pad. Rodney groaned inwardly. Now Fred would be after his ass to explain what had happened. Cheryl was going to pay for this!

After the meeting, Rodney waited until everyone else left. Cheryl stared at him for a moment and nodded. She made up some bullshit about needing to talk to him and went over and closed and locked her door. Rodney smiled; it looked like she was giving in. But she needed discipline; she didn't know how to follow orders. Now it was time to get tough.

"What the fuck, bitch. I gave you some orders yesterday and you didn't follow them. You're wearing a bra and where's the fucking mini skirt? Get those clothes off."

"Rodney, I'm not going to do what you tell me to do. Give me those pictures." Cheryl demanded firmly.

"You'd better if you don't want those pictures spread around work and given to your husband." Rodney sneered.

"So you weren't kidding around. You really intend to blackmail me?" Cheryl queried.

"Damn straight. I'll ruin you if you don't do everything that I want." Rodney threatened.

Cheryl slumped. "Alright, you win. I'll do what you want, but it has to be within reason."

"Fuck that." Rodney crowed. "You'll do whatever I want. You don't get to set limits anymore. You do exactly what I tell you to do."

Cheryl looked at him sharply. "Don't be an ass Rodney. There is no way in hell that I'm going to whatever you want. The only reason I'm letting you blackmail me is because I can't let Tim find out about my screwing around. He's got a mean temper. He'd divorce me in a heartbeat and take me to the cleaners. But just because I have to do it doesn't mean I've become brain dead.

"Do you take me for an idiot Rodney? I know you too damn well. If I let you have full control you are going to go overboard. I'm not going to agree to do anything that is going to put me in jeopardy of Tim finding out. That's what I'm trying to avoid remember?" She spat sarcastically. 

Cheryl rolled her eyes and went on persuasively. "Look, I'm willing to do what you want provided it doesn't affect my marriage or my job. But, you've got to let me set some limits. If you try any wild shit and Tim finds out about it, it's going to mean my ass anyway. I might as well throw myself on his mercy now and let him take his aggression out on you! 

"Come on Rodney. Be smart for once and take what I'm willing to give you. If you're willing to compromise maybe we can both have a little fun. But if you go all hard ass and try to control me, then I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself and we're both going to get fucked when Tim finds out. What's it going to be?"

Rodney couldn't believe what the bitch was saying. Didn't she know that he had her under his control? How dare she try to bargain? That's not the way she was supposed to act. She was supposed to go to pieces and let him do whatever he wanted. 

But, he had to admit reluctantly that she did make some valid points. Tim was a big motherfucker and Rodney definitely did not want him coming after him. But he had to act cool. He couldn't let Cheryl know that she was right. That would give her the upper hand and he couldn't allow it. 

"Look bitch," he blustered. "How you keep your wimp of a husband clueless is not my problem. I'm not going to let you tell me what to do. You're my slave and will do what I want. But, just to show that I am a fair Master, maybe I'll let you make some suggestions if you behave yourself and follow orders." 

Cheryl smiled to herself. Rodney was clueless in a negotiation. This was going to be too easy to keep him under control. By the time she got through with him, he was going to believe she was doing this of her own free will. Give her a few weeks and she'd have him doing whatever she wanted. With a silent chuckle she thought, "Maybe I should give Linda a gift and teach Rodney how to worship a pussy." 

Cheryl jerked her attention back to what she was doing. "Alright, Rodney, lets start with the clothes. You want me to wear mini skirts, no bras and a thong. I'll wear a thong for you, but the other two aren't going to happen, at least not right away. I'd get called on the carpet if I started to walk around her like a slut. I'm not going to do anything that will get me fired because then I'd have to explain what happened to Tim.

"Besides, if I change how I dress all of a sudden, Tim's going to notice and get suspicious. He knows that's the first sign when someone is cheating on her husband. I think I can convince him that I started to always wear thongs for him, because sometimes I wear one anyway and he likes it." 

Cheryl reached her hands up to cup her tits, "But with these knockers, he knows that I always wear a bra. The same goes with my skirts and tops. I always wear clothes that look professional clothes. If I switch suddenly to something real sexy, he's going to hound me demanding to know what is going on."

"What do I care?" Rodney blustered. "How you explain it is your problem."

Cheryl shook her head with a peeved look. "Rodney, Rodney, Rodney. I thought we already went over this. Don't push it or we're both fucked. Look, be patient. If you let me do this my way you'll get what you want. Give me a little time and I'll have Tim suggesting that I start wearing sexier clothes. It's just going to take some time, that's all. To start with, I promise I'll go out and get some sexier bras and maybe some other lingerie. And I'll see if I can find any skirts that are shorter but still professional. But there is no way I can get away with dressing like a slut around the office. What do you say? Will you try it my way? 

Cheryl tried to look like she was getting excited. "If you want, you can take a look at my thong to see if you approve."

Rodney couldn't believe it. Now she was talking! He nodded and leaned back against her desk. Before long he would have that bitch spread and begging him to fuck her. 

Cheryl turned her back to Rodney and started to slowly take off her skirt. She was resigned to the fact that she was going to have to give Rodney some concessions. As much as it disgusted her, she knew that, sooner or later, Rodney was going to see her body up close and personal. If it was going to happen, she wanted to control it.

As she drew her skirt slowly down her legs, she watched Rodney through her mirror. She could see that his prick was already pressed against the fabric of his pants. She decided to have fun with it. 

In her younger days, Cheryl had spent many a night teasing the guys down at her favorite nightclub. When the mood struck, she could be a first rate prick tease. She intended to use all her skills against Rodney. As the skirt traveled to the floor, her hands softly caressed her silk clad legs as she bent her legs. 

When she finished, she was standing bent at the waist with her legs splayed wide and she held the pose while Rodney got a good long look at her assets. Just the smallest wisp of lavender silk concealed her pussy and rosebud from Rodney's avid gaze. As she posed, she let her hands rub up and down her long legs seemingly of their own volition as she clinically measured the impact the show was having on Rodney. 

She could see the lust rising in Rodney's face. She also could see the spreading wet spot on the front of his trousers as his pre cum soaked through his boxer shorts. When she saw that he could control himself no longer and was starting to reached out his hands to grab her ass, she broke her pose naturally and stood up just out of his reach. She strutted across the room to place her skirt on the back of her office chair giving an extra wiggle to her ass. Toying with the hem of her blouse, she turned to face Rodney giving him his first view of her vulva barely concealed behind the silk of her panties

"How's that?" She murmured.

Rodney could barely control himself. He always knew that Cheryl had a hot body, but this was a better show than the strip club. Here he wasn't going to have a bouncer getting in his face if he touched the merchandise. Hoarsely he told her to take off the blouse next. By now, Rodney was openly fondling his crotch.

With a brief nod of acknowledgement, Cheryl began to tease him as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She wanted to drag her strip tease out as long as possible. Rodney may have forgotten where they were, but she remembered. She had an appointment coming in to her office very soon and she intended to tease Rodney unmercifully right up to the point she kicked him out of her office. 

Cheryl finished unbuttoning her top and slowly started to draw it off her shoulders. In mid motion she hesitated and stopped as if an idea had just come to her. She dropped her hands and left the blouse hanging open from her shoulders. "Rodney," she wheedled in a sweet tone, "We need to discuss one final thing. I'm sure you realize that we are going to have to limit the amount of time we spend together."

Cheryl's words slowly registered through the fog permeating Rodney's brain. "What in the hell are you talking about?" He whined, "why?"

"Rodney, we can't do anything that will make people suspicious. If we start to spend a lot of time together, people will talk and it might get back to Tim. We don't want that to happen do we?" As she finished speaking, Cheryl distracted Rodney by completing the process of shrugging off her blouse. Her bra matched the panties. It was a soft creation that framed her breasts. Through the lace, Rodney could just make out the shadow of her nipples. Cheryl stood proudly in front of Rodney as he gaped in amazement. 

As Rodney leered at her, Cheryl gave a cute pre-occupied little frown and began to absently caress her breasts. "To start, why don't we limit our little visits to twice a week. I think we can justify that. Maybe we can increase them later depending on how things go."

Rodney found himself nodding in agreement as he watched Cheryl's hands run up and down her body. He'd agree to anything, just as long as she kept taking off her clothes. By now his pre cum had left a huge spot on his pant leg. "The bra," he gasped.

Cheryl had no intentions of going any further this afternoon, but she needed to bring things to a halt smoothly. She reached for the front clasp on her bra as she turned to place the blouse on the table. When her back was turned, she flicked it open. Rodney could tell that the bra was open, but he never caught sight of her breasts. 

Cheryl feigned a look at the clock and gave a gasp of surprise. "Shit Rodney, you have to go." She exclaimed re-fastening her bra and reaching for her blouse. "I've got to get dressed. I've got a client meeting in five minutes. We'll have to finish this some other time."

Efficiently, Cheryl got dressed and bundled Rodney out of her office. As she escorted him to the door, she gave a wink to Denise and tipped her head to point out the wet spot on Rodney's trousers. Denise giggled as Rodney walked by. Cheryl shut her door and smiled. She knew that Denise would pass the word to other secretaries and soon the entire clerical staff would be watching for the wet spot on his trousers and laughing at him behind his back. 

As Cheryl sat back behind her desk she gave a little shiver of delight. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad after all. She couldn't wait to get home and tell Tim all about it. Who knows, being blackmailed might just turn out to be a whole lot of fun.

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The next evening, Tim started his phase of the plan. According to Linda, Wednesday's were ladies night at Rodney's favorite tavern. Tim planned to run into him there. Tonight, his goal was to establish his bona fides as a cheating husband. He had made arrangements with a one of Amber's old girlfriends to go with him to the tavern and they going to be very noticeably friendly. 

As Tim turned into the parking lot, he glanced across at Jean who was to be his date for the evening. Jean had been one of Amber's last girlfriends before her accident and Tim had not gotten a chance to really get to know her. She had joined them in bed a few times and Tim remembered her as an energetic and enthusiastic partner, but Tim had never had the chance to bed her by himself. Tonight, he was going to change that. Linda was keeping Cheryl company and he had told them not to be surprised if he never made it home.

Jean was a stunning redhead. She was model tall with playmate curves. Just looking at her, Tim fondly remembered plunging his face between her globes and listening to her gasp in pleasure. She was fond of tit fucking and Tim was anticipating spending at least part of the night ramming his meat between her tits and into her mouth. 

Jean felt his attention and returned his frank appraisal. She caressed his thigh and murmured, "Later, love. Business first." 

Tim grinned and squeezed her leg. She was right. He couldn't afford to get distracted, at least not yet. First he needed to deal with Rodney, and then he could turn his full attention to this beautiful creature. 

As they exited the car, Tim looked Jean over with admiration. Jean was dressed to thrill. She was barely wearing a skin tight cropped tank top. Her nipples had already made an appearance demonstrating her lack of a bra. With each step, they jiggled deliciously. The top was cropped high exposing her flat tanned stomach. The perfection of her tanned body only highlighted by the diamond dangle hanging from her belly button. 

Her leather mini skirt appeared painted on and the lack of a panty line invited speculation in every man who saw her. What, if anything, was she wearing under her skirt? Her boots were fashionable with tall stiletto heels. In short, every man in the bar would stand up and take notice as soon as she walked into the bar. Tim was going to be the object of intense envy because he was the one who was with her. 

As they entered the bar, Tim glanced around and saw Rodney lustfully gazing at Jean. Tim smiled to himself in satisfaction. Rodney had spotted them. Now all that remained was the very enjoyable task of publicly molesting Jean all evening and making sure that Rodney got a bird's eye view. 

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Four weeks later, Rodney morosely walked down the hall towards Cheryl's office. So far, things had not worked out the way that he had planned. Cheryl seemed to be accepting his control; but so far he hadn't gotten close to fucking her. Hell, he hadn't even gotten a blowjob or a handjob. Events seemed to be conspiring against him. The fucking world was against him. 

It just wasn't fair. He had Cheryl as his sex slave and he couldn't even enjoy her. 

The problem was that it was almost impossible to find time to enjoy her at the office. After the staff meeting, that asshole Hatfield had warned him point blank that he was being watched. His every move was being reviewed. The only way that he could get over to Cheryl's office was when he could come up with a valid reason. Even then, he had to limit the meetings to one or two per week. He needed to keep a low profile until Hatfield got off his back.

Cheryl wasn't helping. When he demanded that she come to his office some times, she laughed at him. That Bitch! But he couldn't fault her reasoning. Her office was bigger and she did have seniority on their joint projects. People would start talking if she started to go to his office. When he threatened her with the pictures she dared him to go ahead. God damn it, that bitch wasn't playing by the rules!

He wasn't even sure how Cheryl felt about what was going on. She refused his reasonable requests to help him, but when he was able to arrange a visit she appeared resigned to her fate. She followed the orders he gave her. Hell, from the look on her face, she enjoyed following his orders.

Over the past few weeks, her clothing had begun to change in some subtle ways. It was subtle, but highly enjoyable. Her skirts and blouses, while still professional, had progressively grown tighter and sexier. They were just on the edge of what could be considered appropriate for the office. She was turning heads every time she left her office. 

Even her lingerie was different. Each week, it had gotten sexier and more risqué. Last week, she amazed him with a black satin Basque and G String combination that brought his pecker to attention right away. At his request, she had stopped wearing panty hose and he loved the sight of her in the garter belts and stockings that she had adopted. 

It was frustrating as hell, he was controlling her but he couldn't fully enjoy the benefits!

So far, all he had managed was a couple of quick glances at her breasts and a brief feel of her ass. He hadn't even seen her pussy yet. She had given him some incredible strip teases, but every time, just as it got to the good stuff, something happened to break it up. 

Hell, he was no fool. Of course he thought that she was behind the interruptions, but he couldn't prove it. The interruptions seemed legitimate and he couldn't figure out how she was doing it. He tried not to give her warning before he went over to her office. So how could she arrange a call from a client or from Hatfield to break them up? How could she have arranged a visit from her husband or that rush job for accounting? It seemed impossible, but these interruptions were just too damn convenient.




Untangling the Web Ch. 02



What made it worse was that he knew that her husband Tim was running around on her and he couldn't say a fucking word. He had seen Tim squiring this gorgeous redhead around more than once and he certainly wasn't being shy about his intentions. He had covertly watched Tim feel her up very thoroughly more than once. When they disappeared out to the parking lot, Tim was sure to return with a huge grin on his face. Hell he was sure that was cum that she was licking off her lips last week. He had all this dirt on Tim and couldn't say a word to Cheryl. 

Rodney had even overheard them making plans for future dates. Each time, Rodney had tried to take advantage of the opportunity by ordering Cheryl to meet him after work. But the stupid bitch had refused him! She came right out and told him that she wasn't going to do it because it was too dangerous. All she kept repeating is "Tim might find out." 

He couldn't even call her at home. He had tried one night and she had given him holy hell. How in the hell was he supposed to know that they had caller ID and that Tim routinely checked up on her. He didn't even know it was possible to keep a listing of all incoming calls. 

Stupid bitch. She had to suspect something was going on. He had tried asking if Tim ever went out at night, but she went all postal on him and started to ask him if he knew anything! It took some fast-talking to get out of that one. If he told her anything, he might lose his hold on her. 

It was driving him fucking nuts! Even when he knew that Tim would be busy with his mistress for hours he had no way of letting Cheryl know it was safe for them to get together for some quality fucking. He couldn't tell her how he knew it was safe. So she refused to consider it. All she kept saying was that Tim was getting suspicious of the lingerie she was wearing and she couldn't chance going out without a valid excuse. 

To top off his frustration was his wife Linda. For years he had asked her to wear more revealing clothes. She had always refused, but now that she had cut him off she was flaunting that cute body of hers. Over the course of the month, her wardrobe had changed from June Cleaver to Kayla Kleevage. 

Every time he saw her it seemed like she was wearing something sexy. Her skirts were short. Her tops were tiny. Her pants, when she wore them were tight and low slung. But what drove him crazy was what she wore around the house. The tiny bits of nothing she was walking around in were driving him wild. He had managed to sneak into her bedroom one day and had been amazed at the sexy array of lingerie that he had found. Overnight, her sleepwear went from flannel nightgowns to Babydolls and sexy negligees. She had even acquired some vibrators and other sexual toys! 

She had driven him so crazy that he had even tried pretending that he was wrong. He'd told her he was sorry and asked for her forgiveness. He was willing to try anything to get back into her bedroom. He wanted to find out if her attitude towards sex had changed to match her clothes.

So far, he had not had much success. She continued to shut him off. She was polite enough, but didn't try to hide that she was getting her loving elsewhere. Every weekend she would disappear before he got home from work and not come home until late Sunday night looking freshly fucked and pleased as hell. Sometimes he would come home to a note on the table for him not to wait up. Hell, on more than one occasion she left him dinner on the stove as she went out dressed to kill. It was easy enough to figure out what was happening.

Of course, he had tried to follow her, but without any luck. He hadn't even been able to catch her when he made plans to secretly take a Friday off and follow her to one of her weekend rendezvous. The bitch had figured it out somehow and left on Thursday that week. Shit, it was like she knew his plans.

He had followed her a bunch of times, but not once had he caught her alone with another man. She was always off with one of her new girlfriends. She flirted like hell, but she never did anything. If he followed her long enough, she would eventually head home give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening. But on the nights that he didn't follow her or gave up, she would either come home hours later with a smug look on her face or traipse home in the morning looking worse for wear. 

Rodney sighed. He couldn't believe it. He was jealous because his prude of a wife had a better sex life than he did. He was getting so obsessed with what she was doing that he had hit a dry spell. Even when he did go out on the prowl, the pickings were slim. All he had gotten since he got caught fucking Maureen was one blowjob: and he had to pay for that. 

Today, though, was going to be another story. He was not going to be denied. Earlier in the week, Rodney had set up an hour-long meeting that Thursday morning supposedly to go over a large account. This time, he wasn't going to be interrupted. He was going to demand that she tell her secretary to hold all calls because this meeting could not be interrupted. 

Rodney wasn't surprised when Cheryl objected to his demands, but this time he didn't give in. He was bound and determined that today was the day he was finally going to fuck her. He knew she would cave when he threatened to give the pictures to Tim. No God Damn woman would get the best of Rodney Corman! He stood over her commandingly as she reluctantly called her secretary and told her to hold all calls.

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As Cheryl picked up the phone, she had to work hard to portray an air of reluctance and despair. She wanted Rodney to think that he had beaten her. What she really wanted to do was laugh in his face. How in the hell could he be this stupid? She never had expected it to take this long for him to catch on to what was happening. 

Cheryl took her time. Although she knew this day would eventually come, she still had to prepare for the upcoming ordeal. She had always realized that eventually she would have to give him something more than a strip tease. Even an idiot like Rodney couldn't be put off forever. 

In planning this scheme, Cheryl had been adamant about one thing. There was no way in hell that she was ever going to fuck Rodney. She would call his bluff and kick him out of her office before it came to that. She was willing to show herself off and give him a hand job. Hell, she might even consider a blowjob; but fuck him? Hell No! After all, a girl had to have some limits.

Cheryl still had some aces up her sleeve that she intended to play. She had briefed Denise well and when she gave her the code word, Denise had managed to eat up ten more minutes by coming in to get some "last minute" details resolved. When she noticed that Rodney was just below his boiling point, she gave Denise the pre-arranged signal to leave and close the door. Now it was time to see how long she could distract him.

"Rodney, I have a surprise for you!" She purred. "I did something last night that you have been asking for. You are going to be the very first person to see it."

Rodney couldn't help himself. He took the bait. "What is it?"

"Guess!" Cheryl giggled. 

Rodney sat there for a minute thinking about the things he had told her to do. He was about to open his mouth to guess when he realized she was doing it again. She had him wasting time talking about it when all he needed to do was order her to show him. "No, show me." 

Cheryl pouted and looked like she was about to argue, but he cut her off. Today he was a man on a mission and he was not going to be put off. "Now!" He commanded.

Cheryl stuck her tongue out at him and giggled. Although she loathed Rodney, strangely enough she was having fun teasing him. He was so easy to manipulate that she could forget whom it was that she was tormenting. 

Cheryl started to slowly undress and tease Rodney. She had gotten a lot of experience over the past few weeks and allowed herself to slip into a reverie as she recalled the last month. All in all, the past weeks had been a lot of fun for Cheryl. She had spent many an enjoyable hour with Tim and Linda getting preparing for her sessions with Rodney. 

Her surprise for Rodney today was that she had finally shaved her pussy. Well, that wasn't exactly correct. Actually, Tim had tied her to the bed last Sunday and Linda had shaved her on his command. Since then, Linda had made it her responsibility to keep her smooth.

Cheryl shivered with the memory. The trio enjoyed playing with Dominance and Submission and last Sunday it had been Cheryl's turn to serve Linda and Tim. Cheryl couldn't decide what she preferred more: Serving as Mistress and forcing Tim or Linda to pleasure her or being the slave and enjoying the erotic humiliation. 

Weekends were becoming the trio's special time to share and grow. A favorite activity on Saturday was shopping. Cheryl and Linda would scour the local shops for new lingerie and outfits. Then, they would go home and give Tim a private fashion show. 

Cheryl recognized that she had grown to love Linda in ways she had never loved another woman. It had grown beyond the point where it was two women sharing one man. Now Tim had to share as well. Cheryl knew that Tim and Linda needed time alone and arranged it whenever possible. And, there were nights when she sent Tim away so she could spend the night alone with her new ladylove. 

Cheryl was rapidly becoming as committed to Linda as she was to Tim. She wanted Linda as a permanent part of her life and marriage. The trio looked forward to a day when they could live together openly. That was the goal that they were now working towards.

Cheryl was entranced with the new and open relationship that she shared with Tim and Linda. Sexual guilt and jealousy was a thing of the past. All three of them would go out occasionally and see other men, women or couples. Or, they would invite them in for all to share. The weekend that they had spent with Mark, Bob and Jean had been a memorable one. For thirty-six hours, none of them had gotten dressed and at any given moment, someone was making love. The combinations seemed endless and the pleasure incalculable. 

Cheryl's next project was Denise and her husband. Denise had been an invaluable aid to Cheryl in dealing with Rodney and they had become closer than ever. Cheryl had confided many of her secrets and desires to Denise and she could tell that Denise was intrigued at her new found sexual adventures. Denise had privately admitted that her sex life had gotten into a rut. Cheryl had talked to Tim and Linda and they had invited the couple over for that Friday night. With any luck, the five of them would be sharing breakfast in bed in the morning.

Cheryl was brought out of her daydream by Rodney's hand firmly squeezing her left titty. She was shocked to realize that in her pre-occupation, she had stripped down to her skimpy camisole and high cut lace tanga panties. Even worse, she hadn't noticed Rodney stripping either. She looked down and was repulsed by his pasty white stomach. Thankfully, he hadn't removed his boxers yet, but she could see his prick trying to poke a hole in the fabric. 

Cheryl pulled away from Rodney with a laugh. "Patience, patience Rodney. You still haven't seen my surprise yet."

Rodney growled and started to move towards her again, but she held him off with her hand and mocking waved her finger at him. She pointed towards a chair. "Behave. Sit down or I'll have to ask you to leave. I want to show you what I did for you this morning."

As Rodney reluctantly moved over to the chair, Cheryl positioned herself on the edge of her desk. She took a quick look at the clock and stifled a groan. Her daydreaming had put her way ahead of schedule. Her plan for today had been to tease Rodney as long as possible. Then she was going to finally show him her freshly shaved pussy. With any luck, she would have been able to get through the session only having to give him a few quick feels.

Ruefully, she admitted that she screwed up. There was little chance she could tease Rodney for all the time that was left. She needed to think fast and find something to give him. Otherwise, she might have to fight him off as he tried to force her into fucking him. She needed to come up with a more attractive option.

Spreading her legs wide, Cheryl ran her hands up and down the inside of her thighs, and started to moan. It was time for Rodney to think she was getting into this. 

"I'm really very shy Rodney. I've never shown myself to anyone the way you make me show off." Cheryl hesitated artfully. "I never thought I would say this, but I think I like it."

Cheryl stopped talking for a moment and turned her head to the side as if she was feeling shy. She moved her hands up to her crotch and started to rub her mound through the fabric. "I . . . I want to show my appreciation by doing something for you that I have never done for anyone else. But, I'm too ashamed. You need to make me do it. Command me Rodney. Order me to masturbate in front of you."

Rodney couldn't believe his ears. That stuck up bitch Cheryl was actually begging him to order her around. Shit, maybe she was into this slave stuff more than he figured. Now this is what having a sex slave was supposed to be like. 

Rodney pointed at Cheryl with what he thought was a commanding pose. In his most forceful voice he commanded her "Slave, I want you to pleasure yourself for me."

Cheryl almost gave it away by laughing. Where in the hell does he get his dialogue she wondered? Greenleaf Classics?" She couldn't believe that he actually fell for her act. Cheryl was no stranger to jilling herself off in front of others. Hell, even Rodney had seen her frig off before, but he bought it. What an absolute Maroon!

She glanced at the clock and saw that there was about twenty minutes left before the hour was up. If she took her time, she could bring herself to a climax just as the hour ended. With any luck, she might even be able to keep her panties on. 

Cheryl made herself comfortable on the desk and leaned back. She kept her legs wide; she wanted Rodney to have a good view. Otherwise, he might move closer and that might give him ideas. She wanted to build up slowly so she started to massage her tits through the camisole. She knew her breasts fascinated Rodney and she could kill a good five or ten minutes just by giving them a good working over.

As Cheryl got excited, she closed her eyes and almost forgot that Rodney was in the room. She moved her hands inside her cami top and began to lightly twist her nipples. Shit that felt so good. She didn't care what Rodney saw; she needed better access. She pushed her camisole up so she could get free access to her nipples. 

She deserted her nipples with one hand and slowly moved it across her stomach towards her cleft. As she continued to play with her nipples, she started to slowly massage her mound through the fabric of the panty. The friction of the lace rubbing across her clit was providing her with some incredible sensations. She glanced over at Rodney and saw that he had pulled out his pecker and was starting to wank it unconsciously as he stared at her intently. 

Cheryl moved both hands down to her pussy and slipped one of them inside her panty. She massaged the outsides of her slit and began to moan loudly. As her fingers started to rapidly slide up and down her lower lips, the front of her panty bulged obscenely. 

A glance at the clock showed Cheryl that the hour was almost up. But by now, she didn't care. She had gotten herself so hot that her primary concern was getting off. The panties were restricting her movements too much. She pulled them aside with her hand exposing her bare slit to Rodney's hot gaze. Frantically, one hand rapidly flicked her clit while the other plunged in and out of her hot hole. Glancing at Rodney, she could see his hand fisting his cock in time to the strokes of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt. 

Her fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge. With a gasp, she pinched her clit between two fingers and squeezed. This was enough to drive her into orgasm as she arched her back and moaned loudly. For a timeless moment she continued to plunge her fingers rapidly in and out of her oozing box as she rode the climax to another level. Finally, she slumped back onto her desk in satisfied exhaustion. Her legs felt like jelly as she slowly recovered from her self-induced pleasure. Finally, she looked up at Rodney with a wicked smile and very deliberately brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean.

At her display, Rodney groaned and shot his wad all over his stomach. He leaned back in his chair and let his head sag back. He looked a mess. His pre cum had leaked down all over his boxers and his cum was dripping slowly off his stomach onto his pubic hair. Cheryl smiled to herself. She purposefully glanced over at the clock and feigned a look of amazement. 

"Oh my God, Rodney, look at the time. Our meeting was supposed to be over ten minutes ago. Shit, you've got to hurry up and get out of here. Tim is on his way to pick me up for lunch and he will be here any minute."

Cheryl didn't give Rodney a chance to clean up. She hustled him into his clothes before he knew what was happening. She didn't even give him a Kleenex to wipe down. As he hurried through the door, Cheryl gave a smirk and walked over to the pile of her clothes. 

As she picked up the skirt, she realized that her pussy had juiced so much that the moisture was dripping down her leg. "Why not" she thought lustfully. She put down the skirt and walked over to her desk. Leaning back she hit her intercom and buzzed Denise. "Denise could you come in here for a minute please."

When Denise walked in, she looked in amazement at Cheryl lounging in her camisole and panties. Cheryl grinned at her and said "Denise, would you be a dear and please go get me some wet paper towels to clean up? I'm afraid I made a bit of a mess." As Denise stood there in shock, Cheryl burst out in laughter.

When Denise got back with the towels, Cheryl told all about what had happened as the two of them worked to clean up both Cheryl and the office. As they giggled about what had happened, they lost track of the time and Cheryl was still sitting there undressed when the door to her office opened and Tim stuck his head inside. At the look on his face, both Denise and Cheryl dissolved again into helpless laughter. Finally, Cheryl got up and started to get dressed. 

"Denise, you've got to come to lunch with us and meet Linda. She can't wait until tomorrow night to meet you. She's been dying to get to know you. Besides, I'm going to need your help to explain what happened." 

Cheryl finished getting dressed and went over to the mirror to check her makeup. When she turned she had a wicked look on her face. "Tim, you and Linda are going to love what I did to Rodney today. I've got him eating out of my hand." 

Cheryl snuggled herself into her husband's arms and grinned mischievously. "But you and Linda are going to have to keep on taking care of me. With all that went on, Rodney never did get to see that I shaved my snatch."

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Rodney sat at the bar pensively sipping his whiskey. He was thinking about Cheryl and the mutual masturbation session they had had last Thursday. He still wasn't sure what to think about it. 

His initial thought was that the fucking bitch had done it to him again. He had gone into her office bound and determined to fuck her, and it didn't happen. Instead, he allowed her to sidetrack him. How in the hell did she keep doing it? Somehow she always got what she wanted. Fuck, she had gotten him to order it! Who the fuck was in charge anyhow? 

But the more he thought about it, Rodney wasn't quite so sure. Things hadn't gone the way he had planned, but damn she did get into it and it was sexy as hell. None of the girls he had fucked had ever acted that hot. Maybe he should just go with the flow. 




Untangling the Web Ch. 02



Hell, he had been expecting her to start craving his control sooner or later. All the sluts in the stories he read grew to love being a slave sooner or later. It was only natural. Every one knew that bitches like Cheryl were secretly submissive sluts just waiting for a real man like him to take control. Maybe she was beginning to come around to the point where she liked what was happening. He just couldn't figure that bitch out.

When the seat next to him was claimed, Rodney didn't look up. He wasn't here tonight looking for a fresh conquest. He had to figure out Cheryl first. So when the guy sitting next to him spoke it took a moment for it to register.

"Hello?" Tim repeated. "Hey, I remember you; you work with my wife Cheryl, right? The name's Tim, How's it going?"

Rodney looked up in shock. Shit, it was Cheryl's husband. Rodney started to quickly review everything that had happened. Could Cheryl have confessed to her husband? Rodney peeked over at Tim. No, he wasn't acting like he was mad. Not with that stupid fucking grin on his face. 

Rodney bemoaned his bad luck. The last person he wanted to deal with was Cheryl's husband. Of all the seats in the bar, why in the hell did Tim have to pick the seat next to him! He mumbled out a hello and went back to staring into his glass. Maybe if he ignored him, the fucking idiot would go away

Tim persisted. "God man, you're out of it tonight. You're in a fucking daze. What are you up to that's got you so intense?" 

As Rodney tried to ignore him, Tim started to talk to Rodney as if they were old friends. Christ, can't this fool take a hint? Rodney tried to be as unresponsive as possible, but the asshole wouldn't go away. As he half listened, Rodney realized that Tim was recalling some of the stories that Rodney had told him. As Tim continued with obvious admiration for Rodney's adventures, Rodney's outlook began to change. Maybe this wasn't too bad after all. The stupid asshole didn't have a clue what Rodney was doing with his wife. This could be fun. Hell, if he played his cards right, he could have the poor bastard buying his drinks too.

Rodney began to regain some of his equilibrium. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the situation. Tim obviously admired him and it was a pleasure to have someone to tell his exploits too. Besides, he thought maliciously, it would be a kick to brag to Tim about what he was doing to Cheryl. He could bask in Tim's admiration while he secretly laughed at the poor cuckolded bastard.

Rodney started to tell Tim about his exploits with Cheryl. He laughingly told him how he had caught this stuck up bitch from work fucking two guys and took pictures to prove it. He bragged about how he was using the evidence to make her his sex slave. In glowing detail he described her strip shows and how she had started wearing sexy lingerie "just for him". With loving detail he described how he had made her masturbate for him on her desk."

Rodney was just starting to elaborate when Tim finished his drink. He started to motion the bartender for another, but then stopped as Jean walked into the bar. "Whoops, got to go. Here comes my date now." he leered. 

"Thanks for conversation. It's been fun. I want to hear more about what you're doing. Sex Slave! You're fucking incredible!" With that, Tim unlimbered from his chair and headed over to meet Jean.

Rodney watched enviously as Tim kiss Jean in greeting and swept her into a tight embrace. Shit, this guy must think he's on top of the world. A gorgeous wife and a sex kitten on the side. Rodney smiled maliciously. Tim's life wasn't as rosy as he thought. Sooner or later, Rodney was going to be fucking Tim's wife too and there wasn't a damn thing the poor bastard could do about it. 

Rodney thought back to when he watched Tim with Linda. That asshole deserved to be brought down a peg or two. Rodney snickered as he thought about some of the things he wanted to do with Cheryl. It would be a real hoot if he ordered Cheryl to cut Tim off. Or maybe she could bring him home some fresh cream pies. That would teach him. Rodney was the one in control now and he was going to set the rules.

Rodney smirked and started to look around the bar. The hell with worrying. He'd deal with Cheryl when he got a chance. Rodney scanned the crowd for fresh meat with more interest than he had shown for weeks. It was time to climb back in the saddle. Things were looking up for Rodney Corman and it was time to add to his legendary exploits.



Untangling the Web Ch. 03



The shit was still hitting the fan at work and that asshole Hatfield was on his case. Because of that, Rodney was having trouble making time to visit Cheryl. It had been almost two weeks since they had last gotten together. Still, all things considered, Rodney felt that his life was turning around. 

Even though there hadn't been time to see Cheryl, all the signs pointed to the fact that he had been right. This was getting to be a real power trip. She was getting off on the thought of being a sex slave. She had even called him a couple of times asking when he was going to have time to see her! When he told her last week that it wasn't going to happen, she had sounded disappointed. She had even volunteered the information that Tim was going to be away on Thursday and that it was safe for them to get together after work! It was a real shame that he had had to turn her down.

Rodney had turned Cheryl down because of Linda. Things were looking up with her as well. Linda had bought his groveling act. She was beginning to warm up to him again and they were talking more than ever. When she had suggested that they go out on Thursday to dinner and a movie, he had jumped at the chance. How in thew hell was he supposed to know that Cheryl was going to be available after work? There was no way he could cancel out on Linda; she never would have spoken to him again. 

He hadn't gotten back into Linda's bedroom yet, but that was coming. Last night she had suggested that they do something together this weekend. She told him that she had canceled her plans because she wanted to spend some time with him! Rodney smiled confidently. He knew his charm would bring her back. Now that Linda had gained some sexual experience he couldn't wait to take her back to bed.

As Rodney walked down the hall, he started to dream about what he could do with two hot sluts. He was confident that Cheryl would do anything that he wanted now and the new Linda might be willing to experiment. Shit, maybe he could even get Cheryl to seduce Linda. Just the thought of the two of them together was enough get him hard.

Today, he finally had managed to arrange his schedule to free up time for a short visit. He didn't have anything planned. He was just going to remind Cheryl that she had a Master. Maybe he'd take the time for her to blow him. He was sure that she would get off on being ordered. He didn't care, he didn't mind if she enjoyed it as long as she took care of him too. 

Rodney was surprised when Cheryl's secretary passed him right through without comment. That was a change. Usually she gave him some type of smart-ass comment or nasty look. He never understood why Cheryl put up with insolence from the peons who worked for her. Maybe she was finally beginning to smarten up.

Rodney strode into Cheryl's office like he owned the world. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Today, Rodney was going to show her he was in charge from the beginning. He turned back towards Cheryl with a sneer on his lips. 

Cheryl had risen from her chair and was looking at him with nervous anticipation. He crossed over to sit at the conference table and beckoned for her to approach. Shit, she wasn't wearing a bra. As she moved towards him, her unfettered tits bounced and swayed with each step. He finally tore his eyes away from the spectacle and surveyed the rest of her body. He was pleased to see that she was following his other commands too. Her skirt had crossed the line and in no way could be considered professional, unless the profession in question was streetwalker. It was tight and ended half way up her thighs. She looked gorgeous. 

Without a word he motioned for her to turn around and display her ass. As she posed and displayed herself, she looked over her shoulder at him and shot him a look of rampant lust. Rodney exulted; she was getting into it! She liked being his sex slave! Rodney's imagination went into overdrive and he recalled his thoughts about Cheryl and Linda. There was no end to the perverted things that he could accomplish with his very own sex slave. For now, however, he wanted to see her on her knees between his legs.

"Take that top off, slut." He commanded. She flushed in excitement at his words and hurried to meet his command. She must be getting into it, he thought. If not, she would have kicked him out of the office for talking to her like that.

Cheryl took off her top and stood before him with her hooters standing tall and proud. She looked down at Rodney with a question on her face. She was waiting for his command. "Get on your knees and take my prick out." He sneered.

Cheryl immediately dropped to her knees and sensually started to rub her tits up and down his leg. She shoved his knee into the valley between her knockers and started tit fuck his leg. At the same time, her fingers lightly danced their way up his thighs and started to rub his boner through the fabric.

Rodney was delirious. Nobody had ever treated him like this before. Shit, she was attacking him like some sort of nympho. He had fucked his share of sluts, but none of them had ever gotten so excited just at the thought of taking his prick out.

Cheryl bent her head forward and started to nuzzle Rodney's crotch and to mouth his cock through the fabric. His cock was rock hard. Cheryl raked her fingernail up his zipper until she reached the top. Looking directly into his eyes, she slowly unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and drew his zipper down. With a gasp of delight she reached into boxers and started to caress his straining rod of love. As her fingers closed around his shaft, Rodney groaned and shot his load all over her chest. 

It wasn't Rodney's fault. Shit, any man would have been excited about what had just happened. It was her attitude, damn it. How could he hold back when he had a nympho as his personal sex slave?

Cheryl moaned in disappointment and started to feverishly rub his balls and jerk his prick. But Rodney was so sensitive that the slightest touch was unbearable. He pushed her away and re fastened his pants. Shit, this was enough for today. He had Cheryl totally under his control now. She could blow him or fuck him next time. This was all about his pleasure, not hers. 

Cheryl was on her knees begging him to fuck her. He looked at her with a sneer and stood up. "I'll see you later slut." He laughed as he walked out of her office with her voice pleading in the background.

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Cheryl waited on her knees until the door shut behind Rodney. With a look of distaste, she looked down at her chest and surveyed the watery, runny mess adorning her boobs. She sighed. Compared to the other guys she had been with, Rodney's load was pitiful. If Tim had done that to her, her bountiful chest would have been covered with his warm tasty goo. Cheryl sniffed her hand and took a small taste of Rodney's bitter cum and then spit it out. It even tasted like shit.

Cheryl's lips turned up in a grimace of distaste. On paper, she agreed with Tim and Linda that they needed to build Rodney up before they took him down. She needed to make him believe she liked what was happening. But, God Damn it, it was hard. She was the one that had to act like she liked it. They didn't have to be with him. She shuddered in distaste as she recalled his piggish eyes devouring her. Tim and Linda would owe her big time for this.

Cheryl stood up and crossed to her desk. She'd put up with Rodney. Now she deserved her reward. It was time for some fun. She smiled and buzzed Denise on the intercom. "Denise, Hi, I'm afraid I made a mess again." She said cheerfully. "Could you come on in and help me again?" 

As Cheryl waited for her secretary, her pussy began to juice. She wouldn't make Denise lick this shit off her breasts; she wasn't that cruel. But Rodney hadn't gotten near her cunt and it would be pretty juicy after Denise washed her off. Last weekend Denise had proven herself to be an eager little cunt sucker. Cheryl had time on her schedule to give Denise her next lesson. She couldn't wait to get her head back between her secretary's cute thighs.

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As Tim drove over to Jean's apartment, he reviewed the progress of the scheme against Rodney. Cheryl and Linda had him done to a turn. By coordinating their efforts, Rodney didn't know which way was up. Cheryl's teasing had Rodney driven to distraction, but they were making sure he could not take advantage of her apparent submission. Rodney was pulling his hair out. 

Cheryl had found it very easy to recruit people to help them in their plan. She had been surprised at the number of enemies the little shit had made around the office. Even Fred Hatfield was aware that Cheryl was running a payback scam against Rodney and had volunteered to help out. With half the office helping her, it had been a simple task to manipulate the work schedules to meet the needs of the plan.

By her actions, Cheryl had firmly convinced Rodney that she was under his control. Recently she had started the process of encouraging his attentions outside the office. For the first time, she had given him the indication that she was willing to take some risks and meet him after work when Tim went away on his "unexpected business trips."

This part of the scheme did bother Tim. Not only were there additional risks to Cheryl, it also put a strain on Linda. Linda was forced to spend additional time with Rodney to achieve her role in the scheme. She was the reason Cheryl was able to increase her teasing of Rodney. She was dangling her pussy in front of Rodney and pretending to consider a full reconciliation. 

Of course, her overtures at reconciliation always seemed to conflict with Cheryl's offers to meet Rodney after work. Tim was surprised that Rodney hadn't caught on. Just how stupid was this guy? 

So far, the scheme had worked to perfection. Rodney was certain that Cheryl belonged to him but was frustrated in his efforts to close the deal. So far, Cheryl had been able to hold him off with a couple of hand jobs and a few gropes. But the strain was beginning to tell on both her and Linda. Linda had been forced to stay with Rodney for some weekends and it had been a blow to all of them. 

In terms of Tim's part in the plan, Rodney now believed that Tim was a cheating son of a bitch. Jean had been firmly established as Tim's on going mistress. Tim had also convinced Rodney that Tim was his fawning sycophant. It was vital to the plan that Rodney brag to Tim about what was going on. 

Cheryl had been sure that Rodney couldn't resist the opportunity to gloat to an unsuspecting cuckold. Tim hadn't been convinced until he had made contact with Rodney at the bar. He couldn't believe how quickly Rodney had moved into bragging mode. 

Now it was time to start the next phase. By the time he was done, Rodney was going to be convinced that Tim was absolutely clueless about what Cheryl needed sexually. But, he was also going to be convinced that Tim was a jealous bastard who would kill any guy who laid a finger on her. The plan was to drive Rodney absolutely nuts. They were going to offer Rodney the keys to Cheryl's kingdom, but make him too scared to use them. Rodney didn't know it yet, but his life was about to take a turn for the worse. 

Tim was a little melancholy as he stopped to pick up Jean. Unfortunately, this part in the plan meant that he would not get to spend as much time with her as he would like. Their weekly dates would have to take a backseat. When she answered the door, he looked her up and down avidly and sighed. He would have to wait before he enjoyed her beauty that evening. 

Regretfully, he asked her if she minded a change in plans. Would she mind spending the evening with Cheryl and Linda? Tonight he needed to go to the bar alone. He had to talk to Rodney and she would only be a distraction. Jean thought about it for a moment and then nodded. A girl's night in with Cheryl and Linda sounded like a lot of fun. She told Tim to wait for a moment while she went to gather a few things. Tonight, Jean was going to break out the toys.

As Jean walked beside him with her bag of tricks, Tim felt a huge pang of regret. The three of them were going to get to play while he was stuck dealing with that prat Rodney. He hoped that the girls appreciated his sacrifice. He was planning on letting them make it up to him later.

Once he got to the bar, he looked around and saw Rodney holding court at a table where everyone could see him. Cheryl had told Tim all about her little visits with Rodney and it was obvious that Rodney was as puffed as a peacock with his control over her. Tim gave a wave and forced his face into a look of friendly adulation as he walked over to where Rodney was sitting. 

As soon as Tim sat down, Rodney eagerly launched into the story of his exploits with his sex slave. Tim could see the look of gloating satisfaction in Rodney's eyes as he bragged to the man he thought was his unwitting victim. Rodney chortled with delight as he told Tim how he had broken the bitch's spirit to the point where the slut was serving him willingly. 

With amusement, Tim listened to Rodney as he bragged and exaggerated the encounters. To hear Rodney tell it, he made his bitch crawl across her office floor begging to be allowed to blow him. When he deigned to say yes, the nympho had ripped his clothes off and deep throated him until he filled her stomach with his jism. Then he laid her out on the desk and pounded her defenseless pussy as she moaned in ecstasy. He even bragged that on his next visit he had sent her home to her wimp husband with cum dripping out of her asshole.

Tim listened to Rodney and encouraged him to further elaborate on his exploits. He wanted Rodney to think that he believed every word. Rodney was going to hang himself on the point of his own petard. By the end of the evening, he would regret every comment that he had made.

As Rodney's imagination finally began to run dry, Tim made his move. He tried to look like he was seeking Rodney's approval. "So," he asked, 'what do you think of that redhead I've been seeing? Is she hot or what?"

Rodney leered at him. "Shit, she's gorgeous. What a pair of tits. Is she as hot as she looks?"

Tim looked over at Rodney with a matching leer. "Let's just say that she's the best fuck I've ever had. She could suck the chrome off a fender and her pussy is tightest I've ever had."

Tim acted like he was taking Rodney into his confidence. "She's an old girlfriend of mine. We broke up when she moved out of state. Now that she is back, she looked me up so we could get back together. Christ, I wish she had come back before I married that bitch Cheryl. She's fucking amazing and she can't keep her hands off of me."

Rodney ignored his mention of Cheryl. He was focused on Jean. Rodney leaned forward with an avaricious gleam in his eye. "Tell me old buddy, does she like to party? I'd give my left nut to get between her legs." 

Tim smiled inwardly. He knew he could count on Rodney's inherent horny nature. He stared at Rodney with a peeved look on his face. "Back off, I don't share my toys with anyone. I don't share my women."

As Tim watched Rodney's face, he felt a small pang of regret. Rodney had the worst poker face he had ever seen. Tim could have made a mint off him if he could have just sucked him into a friendly game. Tim watched with inward amusement the look of evil gloating that crossed Rodney's face. It was so pronounced it was almost comical. Rodney was almost chortling with glee because he thought he was in control of Tim's wife. 

Tim looked over at Rodney as if weighing whether to confide in him. He signaled the bartender for a round of drinks and squared his shoulders like he had made a decision. "Look, there's something I've got to talk to you about. I can trust you to keep quiet about all this with Cheryl, right? Cheryl's hot but she doesn't understand that guys like you and I need more than one woman. I don't want to deal with the hassle so I want to keep her in the dark if I can."

Rodney's face suddenly took on a look of badly disguised cunning as he tried to fake a concerned look. "So, what's up with you and Cheryl anyway? Your redhead is hot, but Cheryl's a fucking babe too. You two haven't even been married a year yet. Hell, she should still be fucking you blind. 

"Most guys would kill to be in your shoes. You have a hot wife waiting for you at home and a freaking babe for something strange. Shit, you should be grinning from ear to ear."

"Can you keep a secret? " Tim asked morosely. "Cheryl may look hot, but she is a fucking prude. I don't know what to do. Sex with her is like fucking a dead fish. She just lies there. I've tried all my usual moves, but nothing works. Hell I have to beg her before she'll allow me to go down on her and forget about blowjobs. That's why I need something on the side. Cheryl's a dud in bed."

Rodney immediately made sympathetic noises as he told Tim he understood. But, he couldn't contain the look of disdain on his face. Rodney was confident he knew exactly how to get Cheryl going. Rodney was convinced that Cheryl was a submissive that got off when she was being ordered around. 

Rodney was the type of egotistical blowhard that always had an opinion on everything. In any situation, he always thought that he knew the right answer. Tim had put him in a position that was tearing him apart. His need to show off screamed at him to tell Tim what to do, but his conniving side was telling him no. 

Rodney had jumped to the immediate conclusion that Tim's ignorance was a large factor in Cheryl's willingness to become his sex slave. Telling Tim what to do could make Tim suspicious. But more importantly, it could affect his control over Cheryl. 

"I'll tell you Rodney. I just wish I knew what to do about Cheryl." Tim grumped. "I've heard some of her old boyfriends talking and they all said she was wild. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why won't she respond to me? You got any ideas on how to solve this mess?" 

Tim watched with hidden amusement as Rodney tried to figure out a way to use his request to his advantage. By now, Rodney must be feeling like the fox that is asked to guard the chicken coop. He's got the husband of the wife he is blackmailing asking him for advice. He could almost see the wheels turning in Rodney's head. 

"No wonder he fucks up so many accounts," Tim thought in disgust. "He's a fucking idiot. He's so obvious a six year old could out negotiate this guy."

Tim pretended preoccupation as he subtly watched Rodney. He was counting on Rodney's sexual greed to lead him down the garden path. That and Rodney's obvious need to prove he was smarter than everyone else was. 

Rodney's mind was going a mile a minute. "Fucking shit, this guy doesn't have a clue, " he thought. "How in the fuck did he attract babes like this anyway? Cheryl doesn't want any romantic shit; she needs to be taken by a real man like me!" 

Rodney started to consider the possibilities. Maybe this was the answer to his problems. Being limited to seeing Cheryl in the office was a real pain in the ass. If Cheryl wasn't so worried about Tim catching her, he might finally be able to get to spend some serious time with her and could really put her through her paces. Hell, she was getting into the sex slave thing so much that he might not even have to blackmail her anymore. 

Eventually, Rodney looked over at Tim with fake sympathy. "I've got one idea buddy, but I don't know how much you'll like it. Every chick out there is different. You need to know how to read them. What you need is lessons on how to please a lady." 

Rodney smirked at Tim and leaned in for the kill. "I could probably help you, but I would need to get to know Cheryl a whole lot better. You know, take her out a few times, spend some time with her outside the office. Once I figure out how to get her motor going I'll let you know. Give me a couple of hours with her and I'll show you how to turn her into a fucking banshee."




Untangling the Web Ch. 03



Tim glared at Rodney. "So you want my permission to take my wife out?"

Rodney smiled confidently. He didn't see the body language he only heard the words. "Well, yeah, I guess you could say that. I'll take her out and figure out what makes her tick for you."

Tim asked in a quietly. "What makes you think that she would be willing to go out with you?"

Rodney continued to miss the clues that Tim was sending him. "You just let old Rodney worry about that. Once I turn on the old charm she'll be putty in my hands." 

Judging that he had given him enough rope, Tim jumped out of his seat and towered over Rodney in apparent rage. Rodney had fallen for it. Now it was time to put the fear of God into him. Tim's voice was shaking with anger as he threatened Rodney. "Are you out of your fucking mind? First you want me to set you up with my mistress and now your asking my permission to fuck my wife. Get this straight. Cheryl is my woman and I don't share her with anyone, you got that? Do you have a death wish?"

Rodney cowered back and raised his hands in appeasement. "Okay, Okay, calm down. It was just an idea. I was just trying to help you out okay. What's your problem anyway? You fuck around on her all the time. Why would you care?"

Tim glowered at Rodney for a moment before sitting down. He took a large gulp of his drink and sat there breathing heavily as he pretended to slowly calm down. Rodney prudently ordered a round of drinks and Tim took it with a sardonic bow. "Look asshole. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my wife you got that. Just because I fuck around doesn't mean I'll put up with my wife doing it. Cheryl might be a bitch at times, but she is my wife. As long as we are married, I'm the only guy she's gonna fuck!" 

Tim glared at Rodney and went on. "I caught my first wife in bed with a guy that I thought I could trust. The fucking bitch had been cheating on me at work and the backstabbing asshole she was with was gloating behind my back about giving me horns while pretending to be my friend. I'm not going to take that. When I caught him, I put that fucking asshole in the hospital. The bitch divorced me when I was trying to get out of an assault rap." 

Tim stopped and stared at Rodney intently. "I've been through the shit once and I'm not going to let it happen again just because some guy wants my wife's pussy as a trophy. I'm not going to allow some fucking asshole to break up another marriage. 

"I'm not blind. I've seen some of the clothes that Cheryl had started to wear to the office. I can tell that someone is sniffing after her and she is beginning to respond. You'd better warn the horn dogs at your office. If she cheats on me, I'm gonna catch her and I'll kill the fucker she's with."

Tim slammed back his drink and stood up. "Oh, and while I'm at it. You'd better also warn them against trying to fuck me over by telling Cheryl that I'm seeing someone else. I've got a bad temper and I'm not a good guy to cross. If anyone ratted me out to Cheryl, I'd hunt that bastard down too." Tim fixed Rodney with one final stare before stalking out of the bar leaving a stunned Rodney behind him. 

Tim almost made it all the way to his car before he burst out laughing. Rodney had bought it hook, line and sinker! Now all they needed to do was see how he reacted. Would he drop it right away or would he need further encouragement? He couldn't wait to get back to the house and tell the girls what had happened. As Tim drove home, he continued to chuckle. Rodney was going to find out that it isn't always fun to get what you think you want. 

But Tim was planning on having some fun tonight too. Cheryl was going to have a fit when she heard about all of the things that she had supposedly done for Rodney. With a smirk, Tim decided that tonight Cheryl was going to serve them all. He was going to make her demonstrate some of the things that Rodney had bragged about. Tonight, she was going to play sex slave for a Master and two Mistresses. He couldn't wait to see her kneeling in front of Linda begging to suck her pussy.

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As Rodney watched Tim stomp out of the bar, he slowly turned pale. Oh fuck, what had he gotten himself into now? With a sickening feeling, Rodney recalled all of the things that he had told Tim. Tim would never believe him if he told him that he was bullshitting. Hell, he was already suspicious. If he ever found out that Cheryl was the woman he was blackmailing, Tim would crucify him. Rodney buried his head in his hands. How could this get any worse?

The next morning, Rodney set out for Cheryl's office. His talk with Tim last night had scared the shit out of him. The guy was a fucking psycho! He had spent half the night trying to figure out what could be done for protection. First off, he had carefully deleted any trace of the pictures he had taken of Tim and Linda. There was no way he could use them now. 

Cheryl was a bigger problem. It was obvious that he had to call off the blackmail. Tim had made a point of the fact that the guy who had cheated with his first wife had stabbed him in the back. He'd go ballistic if he discovered the woman Rodney had been bragging about was Cheryl. The only safe thing to do was call off the blackmail and hope that Cheryl could be convinced to keep quiet. 

In his hand, he carried a manila envelope containing the blackmail material. He was going to give Cheryl the pictures back and tell her it was over. He didn't think she would tell Tim if he stopped now. After all, he hadn't really done anything yet, right? She had reason to keep quiet about it too. 

Rodney was so out of it that he didn't even notice the knowing grin on Denise's face as he asked her if Cheryl was in. Denise waved him right into Cheryl's office without any delays. Squaring his shoulders, Rodney took a deep breath, and went in closing the door behind him.

Rodney had it all worked out in his mind what he was going to say to Cheryl. But, he just stood there is shocked amazement as she immediately rose from her desk, hurried over to him and knelt at his feet. 

"Oh Rodney, I'm so glad you came!" She gushed. "I've ordered my secretary that from now on, you have top priority on my schedule. Whenever you call or stop by, she is under orders to rearrange my schedule."

Cheryl looked up at Rodney with a shy look of anticipation. "How can I serve you my Lord?" She purred as she moved her hands up to caress his legs.

Rodney backed up hastily until he was trapped against the door. Oh shit, he was too late. Cheryl had been broken. She had accepted her status as his slave. Hopefully, she would be able to recover once he told her it was over.

"Hold on. Hold on. Stop Cheryl. I need to talk to you. What are you doing?" He gasped. His voice broke as he spoke and the last few words were delivered in a squeal.

Cheryl looked at him in apparent adoration as she smoothly moved forward until she was once again kneeling before Rodney. "Whatever do you mean my Lord? You have made me your slave; I'm merely seeking to fulfill my duties. What is your command?"

Rodney was beginning to sweat. He pushed past her and moved over behind the conference table talking quickly. "Look, Cheryl, I've been thinking. This is all wrong. I never should have tried to blackmail you. You aren't my sex slave. I release you.

"Here are the pictures I took and the memory stick for the camera. That's everything I had, I promise. Let's just forget about all of this, Okay? I'm sorry I gave you a hard time. I promise I'll make it up to you." 

As Rodney was speaking, Cheryl had gotten off her knees and was walking around the table towards him, all the while unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Nervously, Rodney continued to back up trying to keep the table between them. In his panic, he failed to notice the chair behind him and fell into it. Cheryl squealed with delight and was sitting on his lap before he could get up. Grabbing his head, she pulled his face firmly between her tits.

"Oh Rodney, can't you tell. I don't care about the blackmail anymore. The last few weeks when you have taken command of me, it's been incredible. You've made me feel things that I never felt before. I want to be you sex slave. Take me my Lord. Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me hard! Make me cum until I pass out. Show me what a true man is like." She begged earnestly.

Rodney struggled to pull his face from Cheryl's cleavage. He didn't even get aroused at having his face in the spot he had dreamed about for weeks. He didn't even notice the nipple drilling into her eyeball. All he could think about was Tim's comment: "If I ever catch Cheryl cheating on me, I'll kill the fucker she's with." He had to get out of there.

"We can't Cheryl. What about your husband?" Rodney babbled as he struggled to get out of the chair.

Cheryl smiled an evil smile that Rodney couldn't see as she pressed his face into her left tit. Her aim was perfect as her nipple shot straight into his open mouth. Rodney began to panic as he redoubled his efforts to pull his face away. He prudently kept his tongue as far from the nipple as possible. 

Cheryl upped the ante and dropped one of her hands down to start squeezing his crotch. "I don't care about him. Fuck Tim. He can't make me feel the way you do. I'm you're woman now Rodney. He doesn't know how to treat me the way I need to be treated. Take me, treat me like your slut!"

By now Rodney was in a full-fledged panic attack. Cheryl was acting the way he had imagined in a hundred wet dreams, but he couldn't do a thing. It was too dangerous. Her husband was already suspicious. His only hope was to stop this before anything else happened. If he fucked her and Tim found out, he was dead. He had to get away and fast. "No, Cheryl. I . . . I . . . I can't." He stammered. "I just stopped by to give you this stuff, I need to get back to work."

"Don't you understand? I don't care anymore. Nothing matters except you. Fuck work, Rodney. Don't leave, stay with me, please. I need your hard cock. Please, make me feel like a woman," Cheryl begged.

Craftily, Rodney though he had found a way out. "I'd love nothing more than to fuck you until you can't stand up, Cheryl, but I didn't bring any condoms with me. Let me go back to my office to get some and I'll be right back." He wheedled. 

"That's okay Rodney. You're my Master. You don't need to use a condom with me. I want your sperm Rodney. Breed me. Fuck me with your baby juice and give me you child!" Cheryl responded eagerly. 

Rodney sat there stunned as Cheryl slipped from lap and knelt between his knees. When Rodney felt her hands tearing at his belt buckle, he started and shoved her away from him. Rodney struggled to his feet and lurched towards the door. Behind him, Cheryl called his name piteously and begged him not to leave her. As she offered him her ass, he frantically fumbled it open and fled blindly down the hallway. 

As she watched him stumble down the hall, Denise smiled in satisfaction. When he turned the corner, she gave a low chuckle and slipped into Cheryl's office. Cheryl had gotten up and was leaning back on the desk with a satisfied smirk. She hadn't bothered to button up her blouse and her nipples were crinkled tightly. 

With a grin, Denise moved over in front of Cheryl and started to slowly caress her breasts. "What do we have here?" She murmured. "Don't tell me you were having fun?"

Cheryl giggled. "It's not Rodney. It's the teasing. Its so much fun."

'I take it your plan worked?" Denise asked wryly.

"Like a charm." Cheryl gloated. "I offered him everything that he ever wanted and he didn't dare take it. He's scared shitless of Tim. He's given up on his blackmail idea and wants nothing to do with me. " 

Cheryl gave an evil smirk. "Sorry, Rodney. You've got me whether you like it or not. Denise, I want you to spread the word. We're about to make his life a living hell. It's payback time for every woman he's harassed around here."

Denise returned Cheryl's smirk. "I'm on it boss. But, can it wait a few minutes?" Denise started to manipulate Cheryl's nipples in earnest. "It looks like something has popped up in here that needs to be taken care of first." 

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By the time he got back to his office, Rodney had calmed down. Cheryl would figure it out. She'd realize it was over. She had to; she had a lot to lose as well. It was just his presence that had caused her to overreact. He should have expected it. All he needed to do was lay low and avoid her until she got over him. 

For the rest of the week, Rodney spent a lot of time in his office. He purposely avoided going anywhere near Cheryl's division. He wanted her to forget him. It wouldn't do to tease or encourage her by showing her what she couldn't have. 

By the time he left work that Friday afternoon, he was hopeful that it was all over. Cheryl had not tried to contact him. Linda had agreed to spend the weekend at home with him again and he wanted to focus on her. This entire situation with Cheryl had given him a new appreciation for Linda. It was a lot safer. Maybe it was time for the "Rod Dog" to focus on the home front.

Unfortunately, the peace did not last. Early next week, the situation started its slow spiral down. It started on Monday morning. He came in to the office to find a brief message from Cheryl asking him to call her back. He ignored it and she called again Tuesday morning saying it was important. 

Her messages left him in a quandary. He wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't mentioned why she was calling. It could be business related. They did have some accounts they were working on together. If he ignored it and someone complained, Hatfield would be pissed. He had to take a chance. He had to find out what she wanted. 

As Rodney dialed her number, he reflected on the fact that there could be a bright lining to this mess. In his past business dealings with Cheryl, she had always acted like she was the one in charge. Now, she had learned who was the boss. Maybe it would carry over to their work relationship. All he needed to do was to keep his tone firm and commanding and she would obey him without thought.

When Cheryl picked up the phone, Rodney gruffly asked, "You called and said it was important. What is it?"

"You haven't called Rodney. When are we getting together again?" Cheryl asked timidly.

Rodney laughed arrogantly. "We aren't. I told you last week. It's over. Don't bother me anymore unless it's business related."

"Please, Rodney." Cheryl begged. "Don't say that. You know I belong to you."

"Look bitch." Rodney sneered. "You don't get a choice. It's over because I said it's over. You got that?"

"No! NO! NOOOO!" Cheryl wailed. "It can't be over. Please Rodney I need you. You can't do this to me."

Rodney abruptly slammed the phone down. "Oh fuck!" He growled angrily. The bitch was still obsessing. He had figured she would be over it by now. If anything, he had assumed that she would have been swearing at him and threatening payback. 

Rodney sat in his office mulling over his options. He knew he had to do something. He had to figure out someway to get Cheryl off his back. If she started to make a scene, it might get back to Tim. How in the hell could he deal with the fact that she refused to accept that it was over?

Out in the hall, Rodney heard a disturbance. Suddenly he heard his secretary's voice shout something and then his office door banged open. There in the doorway was Cheryl. Her eyes were wild and she looked distraught. She advanced into the room leaving the door wide open. 

"Rodney, please, you've got to talk to me. I need you." She begged him piteously. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't leave me like this." 

Though the open door, Rodney could see that the disturbance and Cheryl's outburst had caught the attention of the water cooler gang. They were gathering, trying to get into position where they could hear what was going on. If they found out, it would be all over the office within minutes. He had to stop this fast.

Rodney jumped out of his chair and ran over to close his door. This might raise some eyebrows, but it was better than letting the whole building hear what was going on. He saw Cheryl moving towards him and he held out his hand to stop her.

"Cheryl, please. Sit down and we can talk about this." He pleaded. Slowly, Cheryl slumped into a chair and started to cry. Carefully he walked around her and sat back down behind his desk. Hopefully she would listen to reason. He had to persuade her.

"Look Cheryl. I'm sorry I ever started this. I know you want to be my slave, but we can't do it anymore. Your husband Tim is getting suspicious and if he catches us, we're both as good as dead. I'd love to keep you, but I can't. Tell you what. Why don't we cool it for a while and see what happens. I'll give you a call in a few days once things calm down. I promise. Maybe we can get back together when things cool down. Okay?"

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Cheryl allowed Rodney to calm her down and "escort" her from the room. Today was the just the start. As she walked back towards her office, she winked at her friends that were standing in the hall. She had convinced Rodney that she was enamoured of being his sex slave. Soon she was going to take it to the level of obsession.

When she got back to her office, she gave a call to Linda. "Hi sweetie. I miss you! Do you think you will be able to get away this weekend?"

"I hope so. I told Rodney that I'm going to visit my family for the weekend. I don't want to lose the progress I've made these last few weeks. He's really convinced that I'm about ready to forgive him. " 

Linda groaned. "You have no idea how awful these last few weekends have been. The prick thinks he is being so smart with his plan to get back in my bed. I never thought I would miss the old Rodney who ignored me and screwed around. At least I got some peace and quiet. If I hear him brag to me about work one more time, I'm going to scream!"

"I sympathize baby, but at least you don't have to pretend that he is God's gift to men. Have you met with that attorney that Tim mentioned yet?"

"I've got an appointment next week. How soon do you think it will be before we're ready to go?" Linda asked.

"Not too long, two or three more weeks should do it." Cheryl responded giggling. "I'm about to start my obsessive crazy phase. I'm going to call Tim and see if he can rent Fatal Attraction for us to watch. I want to get some tips."

Linda sighed. "I wish I could be there. I miss you two."

"I know love. We miss you too. But it's only for a few more weeks. At least you've been getting to spend some time with Tim during the day." Cheryl responded comfortingly.

"Not enough. " Linda groused. "Besides, what about you? When was the last time we spent any time together? I don't want to wait until this weekend."

"Well, make up some excuse to Rodney and come over tomorrow night. We'll kick Tim out and you and I can have a nice romantic night in for just the two of us. What do you think?" Cheryl suggested.

"Sounds heavenly. I'll see what I can come up with."

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow night then. But for now, why don't you head up to your bed. I'm going to give Tim a call and send him right over to take care of you. You need some help getting out of your funk. Love you Linda"

"I love you too, Cheryl" 

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Over the next few weeks, Rodney's life degenerated into a living hell. He thought he had convinced Cheryl to cool it, but it didn't happen. After just a few days, she was back to making a pest of herself, and every day it got worse. The crazy bitch wouldn't take no for an answer.

She sent him countless emails, notes and telephone messages. She begged him to take her back. She gave him increasingly explicit instructions on what she wanted to do to him. She even suggested degrading ways that he could use her. Some of the things she suggested blew his mind. She imagined him using her in ways he never thought of. 




Untangling the Web Ch. 03



He couldn't get through to her. He tried to reason with her. He tried to lie to her. He tried to ignore her. He even tried to command her. But nothing worked. She didn't listen when he said it was over. He emailed her and apologized again and asked her to stop bothering him. But she ignored him. She cried and pleaded with him to take her back.

It got worse when she started stalking him. With increasing frequency she would show up unannounced in his office. He ordered his secretary not to let her in, but it didn't work, Cheryl just blew by without stopping. His incompetent slut of a secretary just let her by. Fucking bitch. 

It was getting harder to get rid of her too. She wouldn't listen to his promises anymore and wouldn't leave quietly. She was getting aggressive and demanding and was trying to force the issue. She was pursuing him. The afternoon she stripped and refused to leave his office was the last straw. He had fled the office and had to find another place to work for the rest of the day. 

After that, he got smart. If that fucking bitch of a secretary couldn't stop Cheryl, he'd lock his door. He could ignore it when Cheryl pounded and she did stop, eventually. But how could he get any work done knowing she was after him?

Unfortunately, there were times he did have to leave his office. All of a sudden he had all these meetings scheduled around the office. If he didn't know better, he would swear that his secretary had a look of gloating satisfaction whenever she told him about a new meeting. 

Every time he stuck his head out the door, Cheryl was waiting for him. Shit, it was like she had his fucking schedule or something! He couldn't get away from her. Whenever he opened his office door, she was waiting for him with a vapid look of adoration on her face. 

To make it worse, her clothing was getting more suggestive every time he saw her. She was dressing the way he had always pictured her. Her clothing had gone way beyond professional, unless the profession in question was hooker. She dressed like the office slut! Bras were a thing of the past. Her tops were tight and see through. Her headlights were on permanent high beam and aiming at him! Her skirts barely covered her ass and proved to everyone that she had stopped wearing panties every time she sat down. 

He couldn't figure it out. How in the fuck did she get away with her behavior and with these clothes without the bosses getting on her ass? Everyone was talking about her. He had heard guys he didn't know talking about her in the men's room, and they all knew that he was the guy she was after! Tim was going to find out what was going on and fucking kill him. He was doomed!

It was pissing Linda off too. Just when it looked like things were going great. She was spending more time with him and giving hints that his exile from the bedroom would soon be over. But then Cheryl started bothering him at home too. It was like the bitch was trying to destroy whatever chance he had of getting back with Linda. 

Every night Cheryl would call him at home. Every day she would leave him email messages on the account he shared with Linda. Every night, she would send him pictures that got increasing lurid. The pictures were unbelievable. He didn't realize they made dildos that big!

It had come to a head yesterday when Linda threw a screaming fit. She had gotten a call from Cheryl. Cheryl told Linda to check his email and she had seen the latest batch of pictures. Cheryl had bragged that she was his sex slave and had told Linda that he had ordered her to send the pictures. Lying bitch. Then the mail had arrived with a package filled with Cheryl's wet panties; the panties that Cheryl had been wearing in the pictures. 

Why wouldn't Linda believe him when he told her that Cheryl was lying? It was the truth, God Damn it! For once he was being straight with her and she wouldn't believe him. She was convinced that he was fucking Cheryl at work and that he was rubbing it in her face. 

He had even gone down to Cheryl's office to have it out with her today. He had told her point blank to leave him alone. He ordered her not to contact him at home. He told her that he was trying to get back together with his wife and that she was screwing it up. All she did was start undressing and begging him to fuck her. He barely got out of her office before she caught him. 

He tried to tell Linda when he got home but she wasn't listening. All she did was take a sniff at his clothes and told him to get changed; that she could still smell Cheryl on him. God Damn it, could he help it if Cheryl had grabbed him before he could get away? Linda had told him to get the hell out of the house for the evening. She needed time alone to think. 

She thought he was screwing around. Hell, she thought he was a fucking pervert! He didn't know why she wouldn't listen to him when he told her that he was innocent. It just wasn't fair!

Rodney didn't know how much more he could take. The way people in the office were talking it was bound to get back to Tim sooner or later. Shit, you'd have to be blind not to notice the way that Cheryl was acting. He had to figure out what to do. This fucking blackmail shit had come back to bite him in the ass, big time. 

The pressure was beginning to tell on Rodney. He couldn't sleep and he hadn't been able to get any work done. So when Linda kicked him out, it was natural that he would head to the bar. Shit, he needed to get plastered just to escape. 

He was just trying to find some peace and quiet away from all of this shit. His life was ruined and he didn't have the slightest idea how to fix. How could anything get worse? He found a table over in the corner. Tonight, he didn't want to deal with anybody except the waitress bringing him drinks. 

When Tim walked into the bar twenty minutes after Rodney sat down, Rodney groaned. That was how things could get worse. He slumped down and tried to hide, but Tim had spotted him and made a beeline to where Rodney was sitting. Tim sat down across from Rodney and signaled the waitress for a round. Rodney winced. Tim wasn't going anywhere.

Oh, fuck; Tim had a wild look in his eyes. "Rodney I need to talk to you." Tim announced. Pulling his chair close to the table he leaned in and stared at Rodney. "I need your help. That fucking bitch Cheryl is cheating on me with someone in your office."

Rodney sat there is horror as Tim told him all of the suspicious things that were going on. Cheryl was acting strange around the house. She was treating him differently. She had cut Tim off from sex. She was making calls and refusing to tell him whom she was calling. If she were on the computer, she would quickly hide what she was doing whenever he entered the room. 

Tim was also suspicious of her clothes. He had searched her closet and had found all of this new lingerie that he had never seen before. She had bought all these new skirts and blouses and was going into work looking like a slut. She was wearing all this new sexy stuff and it wasn't for him. 

"Look, buddy," Tim wheedled. "You work with her. Have you noticed anything strange going on? Have you seen her spending a lot of time with anyone in particular? I can go down and start asking questions, but I don't really know many people down there. Help me out here would you? Who in the hell is she boffing?" 

Rodney's mind went into overdrive. He had to keep Tim away from the office. "Tell you what. I haven't seen anything myself, but let me ask around. I'll check around and see what I can come up with."

Rodney leaned in confidentially. "Give me a chance to look around for you. If you go blundering in there asking questions, you might scare them both into hiding and you'll never find out what is going on. Let me ask around quietly and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Tim nodded sourly and Rodney breathed a quiet sigh of relief. At least he had bought himself some time. He had to figure out something before Tim got impatient and headed down to check for himself. There was no way in hell he could ever convince Tim that nothing had ever happened. How in the fuck had he ever got into this mess?

Tim slumped down and looked at Rodney with a miserable look on his face. "Thanks Buddy. I'll take your advice and stay away from the office, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing. 

"I've got a friend who is a private detective. He's going to do some checking for me too. He's going to put some electronic shit on our computer and phone that's going to let me find out who she is calling and emailing.

"I'm going to catch her with that bastard sooner or later. Hell, I might even catch her tonight. She took off without telling me where she was going and I bet she's fucking that asshole right now. My buddy gave me a GPS tracking unit for her car. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll fuck him at his house rather than at some sleazy motel. I'm going to find out who this bastard is and kill him."

Rodney perked up with this news. Shit, maybe that crazy bitch had finally gotten the message and had gone off to get fucked by someone else. He might be able to escape from this with his balls intact after all. 

At the very least, it gave him an idea. Tomorrow he'd order Cheryl to prove that she loved him by fucking Mark. Then all he had to do was call Tim and tell him where it was going to happen. Hell, he was the one that nailed Cheryl in the first place. He might as well take the blame.

For now, however, Rodney started to turn on the charm and commiserate with Tim. Just in case that crazy bitch did stop by his house tonight he wanted an alibi. But it wasn't to be. Tim left the bar quickly. He was going to drive around to see if he could spot her car. 

Rodney started to order another drink, but hesitated. He needed to plan tonight if he was going to figure a way out of this. With a sigh, he paid his tab and walked out of the bar. Fuck Linda, he was heading home. He'd just keep out of her way by heading to his bedroom. Going home and hiding under the covers sounded good. ++++++++++++++++++++++++

When Rodney pulled into his driveway, there was an unfamiliar car parked in his spot. "Just what I need, " he thought glumly. "Linda thinks I'm fucking around and rubbing her nose in it so now she is bringing guys home. No wonder she wanted me out of the house."

He got out of his car and walked up on the porch in despair. It just wasn't fair. Why in the hell did Linda wait until she wasn't fucking me to discover she likes sex? With trepidation Rodney opened the front door. The last thing he needed right now was to walk in on Linda fucking some guy on the sofa.

When Rodney entered the house, he didn't see or hear anyone on the first floor. He could however, hear noises coming from the bedroom he used to share with Linda. "That fucking hypocrite," he fumed. "After the hell she raised for catching me fucking Maureen in our bedroom, now she's doing it. She's got some stud fucking her in our bed." 

Rodney was beginning to get pissed. That bitch Linda must have been putting on an act. She was acting all pissed because he was "breaking the agreement" when all she really wanted was to get him out of the house. Fuck, she was the one who was fucking some guy in the house. She had some fucking nerve.

It was time that he taught her a lesson. He was going to march upstairs and catch her this time. Rodney looked around for a weapon, just in case things got rough. The only thing he could find was an umbrella from the stand in the hall. He grabbed it and started to walk quietly up the stairs. 

It was all planned in his mind. This was going to be just like those stories. He would burst in on Linda and her asshole of the night. Linda would scream and cower in shame and Rodney would kick the asshole out of the house. Later, Linda would beg his forgiveness and he would be back in charge.

When he got to the landing, he could see that Linda's door stood partly open. Rodney moved over to the side of the staircase and crept up the last few steps. He did not want to take a chance on being seen until he was ready. He wanted to make sure that he interrupted them at the worst possible time. He wanted to humiliate Linda and catch her lover boy at his weakest moment.

Rodney stood in the hall next to the bedroom door. He could hear constant moaning coming from the room. "Shit, she must be getting it good." He thought. Carefully, he peeked around the doorframe and glanced at the bed.

The sight that met his eyes would remain with him forever. Rodney had always fantasized about bondage but had never had a chance to try it. He had always harbored a desire to dominate Linda. To tie her up and fuck her senseless. He had asked her many times to play. He had even gone out and bought some toys, but they never were used. Linda had always rejected the idea totally. She had told him firmly that she would not put up with that type of perversion. 

Many of Rodney's favorite fantasies had involved a tied up Linda. Whenever they had a fight, he would tie her up in his mind and spank her until she begged to be fucked. In his dreams, Linda became his perfect slave girl who never told him no. But he never expected it to become a reality.

Now, his fantasies had turned to nightmare because there on the bed was Linda stretched out in strict bondage. Once again she had spurned him by her willingness to do for others the things that she never would do for him.

Linda's arms were handcuffed together and pulled tightly above her head with the chain from the handcuffs laced through the headboard of the bed. Her legs were spread out wide with her ankles cuffed to the corners of the bed. Her knees were pulled wide by straps tying them to the sides of the bed. The two pillows pushed under her hips displayed her cunt and asshole lewdly.

The tattered remnants of her clothes could be seen lying beneath her body. The scissors on the dresser offered mute testimony that they had been cut off her body after she had been tied to the bed. 

A scarf had been tied tightly around her head cleaving her cheeks. A small piece of silk could be seen behind the gag. She had been gagged with her own panties! A studded dog collar had been locked into place around her neck.

A coarse hemp rope had been fashioned into a crude bra around her heaving tits. The rope had been wound tightly around each orb trapping the blood and causing her melons to swell and redden. Atop each erect nipple a cruel clamp was fastened. The clamps were attached to a chain running from the ring on her collar. The chain was too short and maintained a constant tension on her sensitive buds.

A second chain ran from the collar down to a third clamp attached cruelly to the hood of her clit. A vibrator was tied to her stomach relentlessly stimulating the tortured bud. As she moved in arousal, the chains would pull causing her to moan in combined pleasure pain.

Her shaved pussy lips were red and puffy and looked like they had recently undergone a pounding fuck. Protruding from her asshole he could make out the tip of an enormous butt plug stretching the hole to which he had been long denied access.

Linda's alabaster skin was laced with angry red lines. She had been beaten thoroughly. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, even her mound itself showed evidence that they had not been spared the lash. The source of her torment was obvious. She had a riding crop carelessly draped across her stomach ready for the moment that her Master chose to complete his task.

Worst of all were her eyes. Linda had not noticed him standing in the doorway. Her attention was completely focused on her Master. You could see the fear, but it was mixed with a reluctant longing. Her eyes betrayed her anticipation and anxiety at what was yet to come.

As Rodney stood there in shock, the umbrella slipped from his numb fingers and clattered to the floor. The sudden noise caught Linda's attention and she turned her head towards the door wincing as the sudden movement pulled her nipples sharply. As she recognized Rodney a look of enormous relief washed across her face. But the look of relief was short lived as it was followed almost immediately by a look of supreme disgust, anger and even hatred.

"What's the matter, pet?" A mocking voice could be heard coming from the bedroom. "Do we have company?" 

Rodney felt a chill run down his back when he heard the voice. It couldn't be! He stepped into the room and groaned in agony as Cheryl came into view. Cheryl was encased in a black satin bustier with demi cups. Her full nipples could be seen peeking from the top of the cups. Her legs were encased in black silk stockings. She was not wearing any panties. From her crotch, an enormous black strap on dildo hung menacingly.

"Thank God you're finally hear, Master." Cheryl gushed. "I've got your wife prepared for you just like you always wanted. It's time for you to fuck her and make her your slave too!"

Rodney stared at the scene in front of him in horror. As the implications sank in, it became too much and without a word, he collapsed to a heap on the floor. Rodney had fainted dead away.

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When Rodney collapsed, Cheryl and Linda exchanged a worried glance. They had planned this scene for revenge, but killing him was not part of the plan. Cheryl rushed over to his side and checked his pulse. After a moment, she looked up at Linda with relief. "He's alright, he just fainted." 

Once she was assured of his safety, Cheryl stared down at Rodney with a look of disdain. She shook her head in disgust and started to manhandle him off the floor. With an evil grin, she pulled him onto the bed next to Linda and started to remove his shoes and his pants. 

Through her gag, Linda was making frantic noises as she saw what Cheryl was doing. She started to shake her head violently, but stopped quickly as the movement pulled her nipples and clit violently. 

Cheryl looked at Linda and smiled. "Don't worry, babe. I know what I'm doing. This is just too good an opportunity to pass up. Just follow my lead on this okay?" Cheryl stopped for a moment and gave an evil chuckle as her eyes ran up and down Linda's bound form. "On second thought, I guess you have no choice in the matter. Watch and learn."

Linda stopped her struggle and resigned herself to her fate. She watched curiously as Cheryl finished stripping Rodney and arranged him on the bed. Cheryl placed him on his side with his mouth inches from her nipple. His hand stretched across her body to cup the other breast. 

Cheryl stepped back and surveyed the tableau with satisfaction. "There. Now all we have to do is wait until he wakes up." Cheryl stepped up beside Linda and started to rub her hand up and down Linda's crotch. "Now what shall we do to keep ourselves entertained while we wait, Hmmm?"

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As Rodney slowly climbed back into consciousness, the first thing he noticed was that the nipple beneath his lips was moving rapidly back and forth. Linda was grunting and moaning as she climbed towards orgasm. As he moved his head back, he could see Cheryl kneeling between Linda's pinioned thighs skewering her forcefully with long thrusts of the strap on.

"That's it baby." Cheryl panted. "Cum for me. Cum for your new Master. Show Rodney how much you love your new role in life. Show him how much you are going to enjoy being his slave."

Rodney stared at Cheryl stupidly for a few seconds as he processed her words. Everything came flooding back and he frantically pushed himself away from Linda falling in a heap on the floor. He pushed himself back to his knees. "What in the fuck are you doing?" He screamed at Cheryl. "Stop that!"

At Rodney's words, Cheryl stopped thrusting and looked over at him. "I'm just getting her ready for you, Master. Do you want to fuck her now?"




Untangling the Web Ch. 03



"NO!" Roger screamed. "Get the fuck away from her. What in the hell are you doing here Cheryl?"

Cheryl pouted and looked hurt at Rodney's words. With a flick of her wrist, she detached the strap on and backed slowly away from Cheryl leaving the huge dildo sticking obscenely from Linda's gaping slit. Linda looked up at her and moaned in impotent fury. Cheryl had left her on the edge of orgasm and she needed to cum.

'What am I doing here? I'm here to help you Master. You told me yesterday that you were having trouble with your wife and I'm here to help fix it. After you make her your slave, she'll never refuse you again." 

Cheryl reached onto the bed and grabbed the riding crop and held it out to Rodney. Linda's eyes grew wide and she grunted in protest. "Why don't you whip her Master? She looks so pretty when she is begging. Then you can take her gag out and fuck her face."

Rodney stood up, grabbed the crop and threw it across the room. "You crazy bitch. You're going to get all of us killed! Your God Damn husband is out looking for you and if he sees you here he is going to come in and go crazy. Get the fuck away from me."

Cheryl trembled and started to cry. "But Master. I'm only trying to help. I told you, I don't care if my husband Tim finds out about us. I don't want him anymore. I only want you!"

"You fucking idiot." Rodney raged. "I'm not your Master anymore! It's over. I don't care if you want me. Don't you understand? I DON'T WANT YOU! Get the hell away from me and leave me the fuck alone."

Cheryl stood there staring at him with a look of pleading in her eyes. As she stood there, her shoulders slumped and the look of pleading left her eyes. Rodney could tell that she had finally accepted that it was over. With a sob, she grabbed her coat and ran from the room. 

Faintly, Rodney heard the front door slam. A moment later, he heard the tires on Cheryl's car squeal as she pulled out of the driveway. Rodney sank to his knees in relief. Thank God it was finally over. 

As he let the feeling of relief wash over him, he was disturbed from a moan coming from the bed. "Oh my God, Linda" He stuttered. Getting to his feet, Rodney scrambled over to the bed and looked down at his wife. Her eyes blazed at him in outrage as she lay there in her bonds. 

Working feverishly, Rodney struggled to untie the scarf gagging her mouth. In his haste, he wrenched her head back and forth failing to notice the pain that he was causing her because of the nipple and clit clamps. The whole time Rodney babbled a string of apologies.

Finally, he managed to get the scarf untied and Linda was able to spit the wadded up panties out of her mouth. "STOP!" She screamed. "Rodney, you are hurting me. Slow down. Please, unlock the handcuffs before you do anything else. I think I saw her place the keys on the dresser."

Rodney stumbled over to the dresser and found the keys. Very carefully, he reached over the bed and unlocked her wrists. With a sigh of relief, Linda sat up and grabbed the key from his hand. "Go sit down." She commanded.

Moving carefully, Linda slowly removed the clamps from her nipples and clit wincing in pain as she massaged the blood back into the tortured extremities. With a grimace, she began the process of unwinding the rope from around her tender globes. Slowly she drew the massive dildo out of her twat and leaning back, pulled an enormous plug out of her ass. Her rosebud winked at him as it tried in vain to close. Finally, Linda reached down and untied her legs and ankles. 

The entire time she was releasing herself she ignored Rodney. Moving slowly, she carefully walked over to the closet, grabbed a robe and moved towards the bathroom. Turning to Rodney she said. "I'm going to take a hot shower and get dressed. Get the hell downstairs and make me a drink. We'll talk then and you can explain to me what in the hell just happened."

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Fifteen minutes later, Linda walked downstairs dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose top. She sat at the table wincing slightly as her ass made contact with the hard seat. In one steady pull she finished the drink that Rodney had poured for her and shoved the glass back to Rodney. He quickly got up and made her another.

"Well, would you care to explain to me what in the hell just happened?" She asked sarcastically. "Do you have any excuse why your girlfriend just tied me up and raped me?"

Rodney started to babble. "She's not my girlfriend Linda, honest. I had no idea that she would do something like this. Honest, It's not my fault."

Don't bullshit me, Rodney," Linda threatened. "I was tied up, not deaf. I heard Cheryl in there. You must have told her that we were having trouble when you were fucking her. Where the fuck do you get the nerve to discuss our problems with your girlfriends." 

Suddenly Linda stopped and a mocking look crossed her face. "Oh, that's right, she's not your girlfriend. SHE"S YOUR FUCKING SLAVE!"

No . . . Linda . . . Please . . . You've got to believe me. She's not my slave either." Rodney babbled in a panic. "She's just a crazy bitch that is stalking me. I've been trying to get her to leave me alone for weeks."

"You are a fucking liar, Rodney." Linda sneered. "I heard you in there too. I heard you tell her it's over and that you were not her Master anymore. Don't tell me that nothing happened." 

Linda shook her head in disgust and glared at Rodney. "For once in your life Rodney, tell me the truth. I want to know the whole story from the beginning. What in the hell is going on?"

Linda listened patiently as Rodney confessed the whole story of what had been happening at the office. Surprisingly, his account was relatively complete. He described in detail what had happened between him and Cheryl at the office. The one omission was that he glossed over the reasons why he had decided to stop blackmailing her.

Finally she sat there and looked at him in amazement. "You blackmailed her into being your sex slave?" She asked incredulously.

"That's right." He mumbled.

"She wouldn't let you stop because she started to like it." 

"Yes, Yes, that's right," he stammered eagerly.

"You never fucked her. The only thing you did was get a hand job from her." She stated flatly. 

"That's right." He nodded anxiously.

"You are a fucking liar, asshole." She spat. "How dare you try to tell me that you had a sex slave for weeks and the only thing that happened was a hand job. Do you think I'm a total idiot?"

"But it's the truth, I swear to God." Rodney wailed. "Nothing ever happened."

'Right. If that is the case, asshole, why are you so worried about her husband? Surely you're not worried that he is going to kill you because his wife gave you a handjob. How in the hell would he even know what is happening."

"I've been bragging about it to him." Rodney mumbled.

'What?"

Rodney sighed. "I saw him down at the tavern and I wanted to pay him back. So, I started to brag to him about blackmailing someone at work into being my sex slave." Rodney shifted uncomfortably. "I might have exaggerated a little bit about what I had done to her. It wasn't until later that I found out that he had a mean temper and nearly killed a guy who had fucked around with his first wife."

"Why did you want to pay him back Rodney?" Linda asked relentlessly.

"Because I saw him with you at the party." He admitted nervously. 

"That's the Tim you are talking about" Linda said incredulously. "The Tim I spent some time with at the party? You stupid fucking idiot! You blackmailed this guy's wife and lied to him about it because you saw him with me?" 

Linda shook her head in disgust. "If you recall," she spit out sarcastically, "you were the one who asked him to come over and talk to me. You set him up and then you want to get even when he takes advantage of it? You knew what I was going to do that night."

"I didn't believe you would do it." He mumbled nervously. "But it doesn't matter anyway. He's never gonna believe that nothing happened with his wife and he is going to kill me!"

"You're right Rodney, he is going to kill you. " Linda said maliciously. "You deserve it. You blackmailed his wife and destroyed his marriage."

"But nothing happened." Rodney whined.

"You think that matters? YOU DESTROYED HIS MARRIAGE, you asshole." Linda spat. "Because of you his wife wants nothing to do with him. You call that nothing."

Rodney moaned and covered his face with his hands. "What am I going to do, Linda? How the fuck am I going to get out of this."

"Why should I care?" Linda asked indifferently. "Tonight was the last straw. You dragged me into you sorry problems for the last time. I want a divorce Rodney. I've already seen a lawyer and tomorrow I'm going to call her and tell her to file the paperwork. "

"Please, Linda." Rodney begged. "Don't do that. Please give me another chance. I love you and want to save our marriage. I didn't even know you had seen a lawyer."

"I did that weeks ago Rodney, but I held off to give you one last shot at saving the marriage. But you blew it. No more chances." Linda told him coldly. "Act like a man for once and accept it. My lawyer has worked up a very fair property settlement. If you sign it, we can get through this quickly and easily."

"Why should I sign it?" Rodney asked belligerently. "I don't want a divorce. Why should I make it easy on you?"

"Because if you don't Rodney," Linda told him sweetly. "The whole fucking story of your blackmail will come out in court and I'll make sure that both your boss and Tim find out. My lawyer will stop by with a copy of the paperwork tomorrow morning. Sign it or tomorrow afternoon I'm calling Tim."

Linda grabbed her keys and walked towards the front door. "I'm going to stay with friends. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to pick up some stuff. I don't want to see you here. If I were you, I'd be making plans to head out of town before Tim figures out what you did. Have a nice life Rodney" 

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Epilogue 

Cheryl stretched and pushed back from her desk. Tonight she was leaving early. It was her anniversary. It was hard to believe that a whole year had passed from the day that Linda had become her co-wife. 

Looking back, in a real sense Rodney had destroyed her marriage to Tim, just like Linda had told him that fateful night. But the destruction had been one of joy. Her marriage to Tim was torn down, only to be replaced by a bigger and better union: one that encompassed Tim, Cheryl and Linda.

She had never even celebrated one anniversary of her marriage to Tim. That date did not matter. The only date that mattered was the date of their triple union. That was the date now celebrated as the anniversary. It didn't matter if it were legal; the three of them had exchanged vows and rings in a ceremony that bound them closer than any piece of paper.

Cheryl's life had changed dramatically. Fred Hatfield had retired and she was now vice president in charge of operations. She had reshaped her section and the sales and the accounts looked like they would be up substantially. She was looking at a nice bonus at the end of the year.

The office was a lot nicer place to work now that Rodney was gone. The morning after her visit to Linda, he had quietly signed the divorce paperwork and disappeared. He had taken Linda's advice, quit his job and moved out of state. His daughter Tiffany still maintained contact, but Linda had not heard from him since the day the divorce was finalized. The last she had heard, Rodney was still worried about Tim and had gone into hiding in the heartland. 

Linda was now working for Tim's consulting business. She had had enough of being a stay at home housewife. She had told Cheryl and Tim that it was time to put her college degree to work. She was turning heads and cutting a swath through Tim's clientele. Cheryl smiled. Her style was turning into a real asset for Tim and it kept him from getting too lonely when he had to go on the road. 

Tonight, however, work was the last thing from her mind. She grabbed her coat and said goodnight to Denise. 

Denise smiled back and gave her a squeeze on the arm. She whispered "Happy anniversary" and watched her boss stroll down the hall. Cheryl wasn't the only one that was happy that Rodney was gone.

Cheryl whistled happily as she opened the door to her car. Tonight was going to be special. Tiffany was coming over for a special anniversary dinner and she was bringing home someone to meet her "three parents." Tiffany had accepted Tim and Cheryl into her life and was understanding of their unique relationship with Linda. 

"Yes," Cheryl thought as she got on the freeway. "Sometimes life is good."

Rodney surveyed his small two room flat as he waited for his microwave pizza to finish cooking. It wasn't much, but it was safe. Tim would never think of looking for him in this small town. He had a job and a place to live. Life wasn't that bad, really. At least he was free of that bitch Cheryl. It could only get better too. He wouldn't be washing dishes for too much longer. 

Tonight, Rodney didn't want to think about his job. He had just finished reading a story on his favorite web site and he wanted to comment on it while it was still fresh in his mind. 

He was going to ravage the story of course. None of these damn writers knew a thing about what it was like in the real world. Hell, if he hadn't followed their advice, he might still be married to Linda. Rodney typed the last word of his scathing comment and sent it off. He had to send in anonymously of course. After all, he didn't want Tim to find him. 

Rodney smiled evilly. He was going to get those writers back if it was the last thing he did.