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The Next Act

By: Greenpin



My wife had enjoyed her introduction to extra-marital sex but our very busy lives didn’t leave room for much else besides work, sleep, and household responsibilities. We had often pondered the question, where do you find people who are interested in a heterosexually open lifestyle, without diving into the pandoras box of a swing club? My wife wasn’t quite ready for what she might find in that kind of an environment, so I needed to find something a little more familiar. 

Our answer came in the form of an online dating website, after looking into the sites details I approached my wife with the idea of running our own ad. She was skeptical at first, but curious to see what kind of a response we would get. I went ahead and submitted our ad and included a few photos of our second threesome to spark some interest. Within a day or two the responses began to flood in. It seemed like every horny single male (and a few not so single males) within a fifty mile radius were sending email. I knew that if I left the task of weeding through all of these messages were left to my wife, she would very soon begin rejecting most of them, simply trying to lighten the load getting very frustrated and losing interest in the process. So I decided to try and filter through them all and forward to her those that best fit what she was looking for. That idea seemed to work pretty well, my wife still rejected several without much consideration, but her interest remained high. Probably the funniest consequence of my “filtering” was that when asking those applicants that my wife thought were worth further contact, a few of them became very suspicious whether I actually had a wife, or something similar.

But getting back to the events, there were several replies that she found interesting, one of which was a college student in his late twenties with a well muscled body and a very large cock. We ended up exchanging several emails before my wife went ahead and gave him her cell phone number so that their chats could become a little more spontaneous and intimate. A few times I came home from work to find my wife naked in bed, one hand cradling the phone next to her ear, the other gently toying with her clit or inner lips. Her smoothly shaven pussy swollen and aroused by the explicit suggestions of her admirer. 

They continued to get to know one another for a couple of weeks before we made a date for the next Friday evening. We agreed to meet at a bistro, like a Bennigan’s or a TGIFridays, a neutral setting where everyone could meet in safety and further learn about each other. The days leading up to that night slipped by with more than enough work and other responsibilities to keep us occupied until that afternoon when I dropped the kids off at the sitter’s and my wife stepped into the shower to start getting ready. 

When I returned home I found my wife had dressed in a very short black mini skirt, a nylon black floral pattern halter top, and a pair of black heels. Needless to say she looked incredibly sexy, her dark locks gently curving over her creamy shoulders, the roundness of her breasts embraced by the stretchy knit, the high hem of her skirt that revealed everything with the slightest provocation all alluded to the wanton desire that welled inside of her.

What should have been a twenty minute drive to our meeting place turned into an aggravating forty five minutes because of traffic, made all the more frustrating by the sight of my wife’s nearly naked sex so close at hand. We eventually made it to the restaurant, parking in the back lot and made our way inside to one of the small bar side tables to await our guest for the evening. Our bartender that evening was exceptionally attentive, without a doubt his quality service was a reaction to my beautiful wife’s attire, or lack of. We had only just gotten to the restaurant on time, and now several minutes later, we began to wonder if our guest was delayed by the same traffic we had been stuck in, or if he had changed his mind at the last minute. We looked around the bar and although there was one guy that I thought might be my wife’s date, I wasn’t sure. In order to see if that was in fact her man, or if he were somewhere else entirely, she picked up her cell phone and dialed his number. Sure enough the guy that I was watching picked up his own cell phone and realizing that we were all within a few yards of each other, hung up and stepped over to greet us.

He was dressed a little more casually than we were and he looked a little different than his web photos had let on, but all in all he came off very friendly and attentive. We ordered another round as he sat between my wife and I and we made small talk, he seemed a little unsure of just how to act, pretty understandable I guess when you’re sitting in a bar flirting with a woman who you’ve been teasing with phone sex for a couple weeks and her husband is sitting right there on the other side of you. We discussed all manner of things from safe sex and what brings someone to place or respond to such an ad, as well as all sorts of more mundane “normal” conversation.

The longer our meeting progressed, the more noticeable a gleam in my wife’s eye became. After a couple more rounds she was openly moving their seats close together, maintaining body contact, a cursory nibble to his ear as she whispered something to him in private. Eventually he got a somewhat worried look on his face and with every bit of honest admission that he could muster, he quietly mentioned to me that she had put her hand into his pants and was stroking his cock. Looking over at my wife I could see nothing but desire in her eyes as she gazed lustily at him, I chuckled briefly at his admission and simply told him, what was good for the goose was good for the gander, why didn’t he check to see if she was wearing any panties. His solemn look lightened a tad and he adjusted himself to do just what I had suggested. I sat back in my chair a little so that I at least saw my wife uncrossing and spreading her legs in order to give him access.

Things were heating up nicely between those two but time was slipping away, we would only have another ninety minutes before we would have to head towards home and retrieve the kids. My wife and I discussed these facts between ourselves and decided to start moving our little party towards the parking lot. We finished our drinks and paid the tab before heading outside, my wife and her date walking arm in arm, each other occasionally letting their hands slide down to caress the others ass. I got to our car first, a somewhat spacious European station wagon loaded with leather and all of the comforts you could want. As I got into the driver’s seat, I looked out to see my wife embracing, fondling, and kissing her new found playmate as if they were two teenagers standing at the door. I reached back and opened a back seat door and my wife led her new boyfriend into the car.

I sat in the driver’s seat sideways so that I wouldn’t miss a moment of their passionate petting and kissing. I reached back and fondled her breasts, still covered by her halter as their tongues danced and their hands explored each other’s sex. At first he had one finger slowly stroking her clit and parting her pussy and then two, soon he began teasing her clit with his tongue while gently sliding those fingers in and out of very wet sex. 

Although we were parked behind the restaurant, there were still several cars around and I decided to move the car to a more secluded section of the lot so that we wouldn’t give a live sex show to any families that might happen to park nearby. He continued to pleasure her like this until she was panting and sighing, her first small orgasms beginning to flow through her. 

Soon his ministrations were simply not enough, as expert as they were at bringing her to ecstacy, she wanted more, she wanted the long fat cock that she had toyed with in the restaurant inside of her wanton cunt. She urged him to stop teasing her and to fuck her instead, I reached into the armrest compartment and withdrew a couple of condoms and handed them to him. With a little difficulty, because of the cramped back seat, he pulled his pants down to below his knees. She lay across the back seat with her legs spread lewdly, one foot hooked over the back of the seat, the other resting on the floor. He positioned himself between her thighs and guided the bulbous head of his cock to her wet and waiting lips. Slowly he began to push his cock into her, she groaned loudly as he spread her pussy further than any cock had ever done. I was amazed to watch something as thick as my wrist is wide slowly slide into my wife’s slippery folds. Her smoothly shaven lips collapsed under his constant pressure and clung to his cock as he pulled back out. After a couple of minutes of slow and cautious probing he began to quicken his pace little by little. While her initial groans faded as she grew accustomed to his size, they were now replaced by ever louder moans and gasps as larger and more powerful orgasms began to build within her. 

Not a coherent word was shared between the two as he now easily slid his cock in and out of her well primed pussy. He began to thrust his cock into her in very hard, singular thrusts, much like a hammer driving a large spike home with one blow each time. With each successive thrust she yelped and panted with extreme pleasure, cumming over and over, clutching at his head, her face flushed, her eyes squinted closed, her legs twitching as his cock delivered wave after wave of torrid delight. He managed to keep this tempo up for several minutes and I began to wonder, even though we were in an isolated spot, if someone wasn’t in fact listening to my wife’s very loud passion. Eventually with several hard final thrusts, he came, filling the latex sheath that covered his cock. 

They lay together for a moment but the warmth of the evening air combined with the heat of their exertions pressed him to escape to the fresh air outside of the car. As soon as he had exited, I took his place in the back seat with my wife. I was as horny as I could possibly imagine after witnessing all of the evening’s activities. I wouldn’t be able to wait for even a moment longer before having my way with her as well. Just as awkwardly as he had done, I pulled my pants down below my knees, I unrolled a fresh condom onto myself and then pressed my cock to my wife’s pussy. If I hadn’t been aware before, I certainly was made aware very quickly just how thick his cock was as I didn’t even fill my wife’s pussy as I normally do, I didn’t even touch the sides! I tried fucking her as best that I could but I soon realized that my efforts wouldn’t do her much good without the extra girth that he possessed. 

I coaxed her for just a moment, it didn’t take much considering the pleasure plateau that she had been on for the last thirty minutes or so, and then I removed my condom and pressed my cock against her ass. All of the juices that had seeped out of her pussy while keeping her wet enough to accommodate him now lubricated my cock as I eased past her little sphincter and slowly buried my cock in her butt. Once again she groaned with pleasure, I slowly eased my cock in and out until she could accept it more easily. I lifted her legs over my shoulders as I continued to fuck my horny little wife in the ass. I picked up the pace still more until I was pounding my cock into her. She began to cum again from this new invasion, urging me on as I quickly felt myself pass the point of no return. With every sordid thought and vision that I had been party to that evening I came violently, spraying my cum deep into her rectum. 

I fell against my wife’s heaving chest, our breath taken away by the effort and elation of our sex. As I sat back up I reveled at the sight of my wife’s lewd pose, her halter askew with her breasts exposed, her skirt gathered at her waist, her legs spread wide, her pussy swollen, flushed and obviously well fucked, her anus slightly agape with the slightest hint of cum beginning to leak out, her face a vision of effort rewarded and lust fulfilled. I tried to squirm back into my pants to no avail and was forced to step just out of the car in order to get them back in place. I took a few deep breaths of fresh air and called my wife’s new lover back to the car.

I got back into the driver’s seat as he sat back with my wife, they made some small pillow talk as I moved the car back towards the lot that his car was in. They both got out to say their good-byes, sealing the evening with another heated embrace and a deep soulful kiss before my wife got back into the front passenger seat and we made our way back home. We drove in contented silence for a few minutes before reliving and relishing the adventure that we had just experienced. 

We haven’t found any other satisfying partners through the internet, though we did pursue a few other attempts. Her next lover would be someone that she was already familiar and friendly with, but that’s for another time.

The Next Adventure







The Next Adventure



It was a calculated speech and the effect on him and on Richard was electric. Mark's cock began to grow in my hand and he managed an inarticulate sound as I engulfed the head once more in my mouth. I made deliberate eye contact with Richard and smiled around the mouthful of hard, hot meat in my mouth. I flirted with him as I sucked Mark's cock and caressed his balls. I sucked for several seconds, then lifted my head. "Don't hold back, Mark!" Then with a wicked glance at Richard I went back to work on Mark's big purple knob, my tongue sliding and laving, urging him to come.

He didn't hold back and soon I was gulping semen again as he pulsed between my lips. I contrived to have some of his thick, pearly cum coat my lips and looked up at Richard so he could appreciate the sight. I wanted Mark to taste it as I kissed him goodbye again.

When Mark was properly drained, I gathered my robe from the floor and turned to Richard. "I'll be in the bedroom," I said as I left.

I don't know if Richard had set up our "date" with Mark beforehand or if we just took advantage of a fortunate situation. I never asked. I don't want to know. Since that first adventure we have shared one other night with Mark. And recently, my office hired a beautiful young paralegal, tall, blonde and extremely vivacious. Richard met her once when he dropped by the office on his lunch hour and was quite taken with her. We have high hopes so perhaps I will be writing another chapter in our tale --- or perhaps Richard will.

Goodbye for now,

Jeanette



The Next Anniversary



This is the last installment of the Dave and Jenny saga.

There have been five previous chapters.

The Anniversary Weekend, Jenny sleeps with a stranger.

The Anniversary Continues, Jenny makes it up to Dave with her virgin butt. 

The Anniversary Ends, Jenny falls again. 

The Anniversary- Six Months On Pt 1, Jenny goes back for more.

The Anniversary- Six Months On Pt 2 Dave gets a special visitor.

I was unsure where to put this but I decided to put it in loving wives for the irony.

There is very little sex in this story it's really just to bring the series to a conclusion.

It is told from different characters points of view, the characters name precedes their section.

Hope you have enjoyed the series. Thanks to those who left comments, I've enjoyed the feedback. Also those who kindly favored my stories.

This has been a learning experience for me, I hope the writing got better. 

A massive thanks to Texancowgirl for all her help editing as well as plot tips and encouragement.

Cheers

CharlieB4

*

The Next Anniversary.

Jenny:

I was startled by my phone buzzing, it was a message from a number I didn't recognize. Opening the message my legs went weak.

Hi Jenny, James in car accident, been in a coma for two days. Woke up today and is asking for you.

Please ring back! Tyrone.

James was supposed to be in the states on a business trip, he must have had the accident on the way to the airport. Tyrone was a guy he used to work with, creepy, short, stocky. I got an ugly vibe from him whenever he was around. I rang back.

"Hi it's Jenny, how is James?"

"They won't tell me too much but it's not good!" 

"What happened?"

"Drugged up truckie, been on the road for 18 hours straight went through a stop light and collected James. He was trapped for 4 hours before they could get him out. He is busted up pretty bad!"

"Shit!" Was all I could think of.

"He has been asking after you. Is there any way you could get to Sydney?" Tyrone asked.

"Umm, it's really hard mid-week. I .. Er .. I might be able to manage it."

I had organized to go this weekend, James was supposed to be taking me away somewhere special. I was going to help out at a fundraiser for school tomorrow, maybe Lisa could help me out. Dave would be fine with the kids, in fact I think he looked forward to me leaving sometimes. 

"Can I get back to you? I've got a few things to sort out."

"Yeah sure, let me know when your free and I'll organize a flight and pick you up."

"You don't have to do that, I'll be fine just tell me which hospital." The thought of getting in a car with him made my skin crawl.

"Nonsense! James is my friend and if he asks for you then it's my job to deliver you right to him," he said forcefully.

"Ok, umm I'll get back to you, bye."

I quickly disconnected, then rang Lisa. 

"Hi Lisa, it's Jenny. Could I get you to do me a favor?"

"Hi Jen, what's the trouble?"

"I've got to get to Sydney urgently!"

"Your hormones are out of control girl! Can't you wait till Friday?"

"James has been in an accident and is in intensive care!" 

"Oh ... Um...sorry," Lisa's embarrassment was coming through in her voice. "What can I do to keep the home fires burning?"

"Well there is a cake stall for the school tomorrow. It's in the main street that I'm supposed to work on it for two hours. Could you be a doll and fill in for me?"

"Argh, I don't have to do any cooking do I?"

"No," I chuckled, "I've already got that covered."

"Good because the last time I cooked for a cake stall the people brought my cakes back!" We both laughed.

"So you can do it then?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes sure I can, do you need anything else done, your husband perhaps?"

"Calm down! No he'll be fine."

"Does he ever enquire about all these trips to Sydney?" Lisa enquired mischievously.

"I think sometimes he looks forward to me going away, he practically shoves me out the door!"

"I'm not sure he would if he knew......" her voice trailed off.

"Enough of the moralizing Lisa." I said softly.

"How serious is this getting Jen. It's been six months and your visits to Sydney are getting more frequent." We were both quiet for a moment then Lisa continued. "Your playing with fire Jen! You have a husband, three kids and a life here. Are you going to throw that all away?"

"James will get sick of me soon, I just like the way he treats me and pampers me. Dave doesn't even notice me anymore."

"Do you make the same effort for him?" Lisa countered.

"Please Lisa, can we just drop it!" I snapped.

"Fine, look I'll help you out, but you have got to sort some shit out girl! There is more than just you in this."

"I know, I know, thanks Lisa you're my savior."

I texted Tyrone to tell him I would be ready tomorrow morning.

* * * * * * 

Tyrone:

I watched my phone, fuck, the bitch wasn't going to come. My life was on the line here.

Jake, the sergeant at arms of the Jokers bike club had come to see me yesterday. He wasn't pleased. They had backed Ahmed to buy James out of BCL Escorts, and the investment wasn't turning out like they, and I, had hoped. 

The GFC hadn't helped, corporate accountants were tightening up on expenses. But it wasn't just that, I was losing clients fast. Doing deliveries I would see old clients with freelancers or girls from other agencies. I had to cut into the girl's percentage to cover expenses and then the girls started leaving. 

This explanation had not gone down well with Jake, it didn't help that I was into them for 20 grand for drugs as well. Jake explained that if things didn't start to improve then the personnel in management would have to change. To emphasize his point he had produced a small axe and proceeded to go to town on my apartment.

"If I have to come back. I'll be leaving with blood on this!" He had said waving the axe in front of my face, before placing it back under his jacket and leaving.

So Ahmed and I had hit the phones contacting all the firms' old clients, offering discounts as incentives to come back. I had avoided ringing Steven until last, I was sure he would still be pissed about the girl that ran out on him in Canberra twelve months earlier. 

"Hi Steven, it's Tyrone from BCL in Sydney."

"Howdy Tyrone. Have you taken over from James yet?" 

"Yes, been flying solo for a while now, I'm just ringing to apologize for the problem last time you were out here and to offer you a discount for your next time in Australia."

"Problem?.. Oh you mean that little blonde bitch that did a runner? That wasn't a problem man, she did me a favor! If she hadn't have run away I would never have got to fuck that MILF that James was working on. She was worth every penny!"

"MILF?" What the fuck was he talking about! James said he gave him his money back.

"Yeah, She had the best pussy I've had in a long time. Her husband was in the shower and when he came out we were going to town on her. Little brunette, early thirties big tits. She was a bit well rounded if you know what I mean but a great fuck. No condom too!"

"Oh, that MILF!" He had just described the little tart James had been with lately.

"Does she work for you now? I'm bringing the CEO out to sign up a deal next week. Maybe we could come early and meet up with her on Sunday night?"

"Well.... Er.... She is very popular. Umm.... We have a couple of new girls that I think would suit you better. You can have two for the price of one because your such a valued client!" I said thinking fast.

"It's her or nothing! I told the boss about her, especially James and I taking her at the same time. That really got the old coot going. I think I could swing it if you can get me her. Otherwise it will just be a fly in, fly out job."

"Umm," I wanted his business but how could I get the girl?

"We will pay double!"

"Ok, I should be able to swing it." I didn't know how but for that sort of money I had to try.

"Should won't cut it! I'm not organizing the CEO on a maybe! I want a definite booking or it's no deal."

"Sure, sure, I just have to confirm it with her."

"You do that and get back to me before close of business tomorrow!"

" Great to catch up, Steven! Steven?" he had already disconnected.

Ahmed looked at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"Did you get a booking?" He asked looking hopeful.

"Well sort of. I got a booking at double our normal rate. The only trouble is it's for a girl not on the books!"

"What the?"

"Do you remember that girl that ran away in Canberra last year?"

"Yeah James sorted that out, gave the guy his money back."

"That's what I thought but apparently James bought in a pinch hitter and got paid for her services."

"Who did he get?"

"From the description I think it's that MILF who has been at his apartment a bit lately."

"That fucker is running a business on the side!" Ahmed stood up abruptly knocking his chair over. "I bet he has been stealing his old clients back."

"Maybe, but we will worry about that later. Our problem now is how we get that girl. What's her name .... umm, Jenny. That's it, how do we get Jenny to Steven and his boss this Sunday!"

Ahmed paced back and forth and I sat as we thought about our options

"Is there someone in The Jokers who is good with locks?" I enquired.

"Jack runs a locksmith, he tells us he can break into anywhere."

"Get on to him, we need to get into James apartment. He's away for the week and we need Jenny's phone number."

We met Jack at Bondi, the guy was a genius. He bypassed the building security cameras after he broke into the supervisor's office. Then we headed up to the apartment and were inside in two minutes. We searched his office and bedroom but couldn't find anything, and then I saw his old work iPad. He had two, one for personal use which he kept on him and this one that we had used to use to keep track of the bookings.

"I hope he keeps this charged up." I said as I opened its cover.

It was charged and luckily the pass code hadn't changed. I checked through the contacts, there was Jenny's number. Thank god for the way apple products sync with each other. I doubt he would have put her number in this device but it would have simply "stolen" it from his iPhone.

"What do we do now?" Ahmed asked.

"We try to get her to Sydney."

"Get her to Sydney? Doesn't she live here?"

"No, looks like country number, but the area code means it's in New South Wales."

"Then what, we ask her to fuck two guys for us?" 

"Sort of, I doubt she would go for that but we might have to break down her defenses a bit."

Ahmed smiled, "I like the sound of that!"

"Let's get back home and see if we can get her here first."

On the way back we thought up the car accident then gave Jenny a ring. She seemed convinced but I really didn't know. We needed as much time to "persuade" her as we could get and I had to let Steven know definitely tonight. So we sat watching the phone willing it to ring. It didn't ring but it did buzz when a message came through.

"She can come tomorrow morning, I'll text her back to find out the nearest airport. Then I'll ring and organize her flight. You get some smack and Alisha. She might be handy to get her comfortable enough to get in the car. Then we give her a taste and get her back here."

"What about James? Didn't she say she was coming to see him this weekend?"

"We will have her phone so we can send him a text saying something has come up and she has to cancel." 

"What if she tries to ring him? What if he rings her?"

"Well were fucked! She hasn't heard from him since he left otherwise she would have known I was lying. Hopefully she believes me and there is not much point ringing someone in ICU."

"Do you think we can pull this off?"

"We had better, I don't want Jake coming around again anytime soon!"

* * * * * * * 

Jenny:

Dave was angrier than I thought he would be when I told him I had to go to Sydney early.

"Are you the only person she knows who can look after her fucking kid?"

"Sue's been putting her in long daycare but she sick so they won't take her!"

"Surely there is someone closer than you! I've got three full days work planned and I haven't got time to babysit!"

"It's not babysitting when it's your own children it's called being a parent!!"

"Well maybe you should tell Sue that she should try being a parent!"

"Look Dave, I've already told her I'm coming so get over it! I'm going to pack!" I stormed off, hoping that would be the end of it.

I did feel bad about deceiving Dave but I was also beginning to wonder if we were really going to make it. His indifference to me was pushing me away. I had been contemplating life after this marriage, thanks to a labor government in the seventies there was no fault divorce. Even if I was the "guilty" party it didn't harm my right to the children or a share of our assets. Of course that was a last resort but if James asked me to live with him? Well, that's a hypothetical at the moment.

My mum dropped me off at the airport, Dave had got up early and was gone by the time I got the kids up for school. On the plane the butterflies started, I had never liked Tyrone, he would come around a lot when I first started going to Sydney. He had a way of undressing a woman with his eyes and always with a really sleazy look on his face. However I was more worried about James, Tyrone had been evasive when I asked about his injuries, I had pressed about which hospital without success. He said he would take me straight there when we landed.

After landing I was the last into the arrival lounge, I dragged my feet just as I had on my first trip. Tyrone was standing off to one side with a short skinny redhead, clinging to his arm. Seeing me he raised his arm to acknowledge me and moved towards me.

"Hi Jenny, this is Alisha," he said as she offered her hand. She was quite a pretty little thing in an elfish sort of way.

"Hi Alisha," I said shaking hands. Turning back to Tyrone I continued, "How is James?"

"Not much change, they are keeping him pretty doped up so he's not conscious all the time." As he spoke he looked around nervously, keeping his head down.

"Anything your not telling me?" His demeanor was setting off alarm bells.

"No, er ..any luggage to collect?"

"No I've only got this carry-on bag." 

"Alright then let's go! Ahmed is doing the loop, parking is a bastard at this time of day."

We left the terminal and when he spotted Ahmed in his car he ushered Alisha and I out onto the road to get in.

"Wouldn't it be easier for him to come into the drop off zone?" I asked as he held the front door open, cars were backed up behind him and blowing their horns in frustration.

"You can get caught in there behind other cars and wait for half an hour to get out!" he shouted above the din of the horns as he shoved Alisha across the back seat and jumped in beside her.

I was sitting in the front passenger seat next to Ahmed, I was uncomfortable around Tyrone but Ahmed was even worse. He was shorter than me but really worked out, he had muscles popping out everywhere. If he was being mentioned in a police report, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had, he would have been described as being of Middle Eastern appearance with multiple tattoos. The most disturbing of these was a large spider that took up one side of his face.As he reached to change gear I involuntarily moved as far away from him as possible.

We were soon on the freeway heading into the city but after a short time Ahmed turned off into an industrial area. I had been to the city from the airport a number of times but had never been this way. I was pretty sure there were no hospitals in this area.

"Why have we turned off?" I demanded, "This isn't the way to the city!"

"He is not in the city, he's in Westmead hospital and this is a short cut." Tyrone replied from behind me.

I was still on edge as we moved further off the freeway, more than half the buildings and sheds were empty. Large for lease signs hung in the windows or on the locked gates, graffiti was plastered on any flat surface. Suddenly Ahmed swung the car into a driveway and around the back of an abandoned warehouse.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled as one hand went to the door handle the other to my seat belt. I wanted to be ready to jump out when the car stopped.

"We just need to talk." Ahmed grunted, his finger punching the central door locking button. At the same time Tyrone grabbed the seat belt buckle and the seat belt near the door jamb pulling it tight and pinning me back in the chair.

"Fuck off! Let me go!" I screamed.

Ahmed had swiveled in his seat and he slapped my face with an open palm. I tasted blood, I think I had bitten my tongue.

"Shut the fuck up! No one can hear you so just shut up!" Ahmed raised his hand again and I shrunk back into the seat.

"We just want to have a chat. We know you have been working for James. He has been a naughty boy, he wasn't supposed to get back into the business. In fact you are an asset that should have been handed over before the final payment!" Tyrone's voice had started calm and measured but now it had a manic quality about it.

"What are you talking about?" I was bewildered and scared.

"No need to play dumb! I had a chat to one of your regulars, Stephen. He filled me in on your little threesome with James. It seems you made quite an impression so he wants to do it again this Sunday night." His hand that was holding the seat belt tight against my shoulder moved across my chest and cupped my breast. "Only this time he will be paying your rightful employer!"

"I'm a married mother of three kids! You have got me mixed up with someone else!" I tried to wriggle away from Tyrone's groping without success.

"You're a whore! You were James whore but now you're ours!" Ahmed sneered at me.

"I'm not anyone's whore!" I was crying now tears streaming down my face. 

"You sure she's your girl, she seems genuine," Alisha said.

"Stephan told me he paid our fee and a tip to James, she's a whore alright. She's been coming back to Sydney a lot and we've been losing customers. Put those two together and I'd say James is back in the pimping game and this is one of his sluts." Tyrone squeezed my breast hard causing me to yelp in pain.

The light bulb came on for me now, the hotel bill in Canberra being paid. James taking off at odd hours of the night when I first started coming to Sydney. How could I have been so stupid?

"What? No more denials? Oh yeah she's a slut alright, I bet she's getting off on this rough shit!" Tyrone laughed.

I wasn't, my brain was going at a million miles an hour trying to work out a way out of this.

"So there was no accident." I said, trying to control the sobbing and ignore Tyrone's hand. It was now under my shirt but still playing with my bra-clad breasts.

Ahmed laughed this time, "Wow, you figured it out! We're dealing with a genius here Ty."

"What do you want from me?" I said through gritted teeth.

"You're working for us now Jenny and your first job is Sunday with Stephan and his boss."

"Well take me back to the airport, I'll go home then come back on Saturday."

Tyrone laughed again, "Not only a whore but a comedian! You're staying with us for the next couple of days, we need to get to know each other better."

"And we are all going to enjoy that!" Ahmed said reaching across to stroke my leg.

I lifted my knee violently squashing Ahmed's hand against the dash, he squealed and raised his other hand to strike me again.

"Easy Ahmed, we can't bruise the merchandise," Ahmed lowered his hand. "I wanted this to be easy but it looks like we are going to have to do this the hard way. Start cooking Alisha, we need to get this bitch a lot easier to handle."




The Next Anniversary



Alisha leaned forward and started searching through her bag in front of her feet. She grabbed out a small bag then sat back out of sight. Tyrone removed his hand from my shirt and placed his arm across my chest holding me tight. Ahmed grabbed my arm, lifting my sleeve exposing my bare arm. He grabbed tightly around my bicep, interrupting the blood flow thus making my veins stand up. I struggled but they were holding me too tightly, Alisha sat forward again, this time she was holding a syringe. I redoubled my efforts to break free without success, the needle hovered over the soft flesh inside my elbow. Alisha pushed at a couple of veins then after she had decided on one she inserted the needle. Blood rushed into the syringe mixing with the drug before Alisha pressed the plunger home. A buzz moved up my spine and exploded into my head, all my problems melted as an incredible high took over. My vision blurred and the car seemed to spin, bile rose in my throat. I dropped my head and vomited into a bag that Ahmed was now holding open in my lap. The last thing I heard was Tyrone's voice.

" That's it Jenny, you're flying now."

* * * * * * 

Dave:

What a fucking time to piss off to Sydney, I thought as I sped into town to get my daughter from school. The principle had called just as the guy I had organized to help me with the spraying showed up. 

"Lilly isn't well and seems to be having a little trouble breathing. It might be best if you come in and get her. I tried your wife but she is not answering the phone."

Of course, she wasn't fucking home! She was off to help the hopeless Sue! For fuck sake if you are going to have kids surely you can organize yourself a bit better than her. 

"Ahh Mrs. Blake I'm just in the middle of something. Ummm could you just keep an eye on her for a bit and I'll be in as quick as I can."

"Mr. Stokes! It's school policy that sick children cannot stay at school. It's an OH & S issue." She barked, Mrs. Blake was not used to being talked back too.

"Alright, umm, well it will take me twenty minutes to get there."

"I will see you in twenty minutes then." she said then she had disconnected.

I had pointed my farm hand in the direction of the field to be sprayed then jumped in my truck. Lilly hadn't been able to shake the flu this winter. As well she got a touch of asthma sometimes so I had bought in her puffers. The only trouble was there were two and they were to be used at different times. One was a preventer to be used morning and night, while the other was for acute symptoms to be used when needed. I tried to get Jenny on the phone all the way in with no success so I detoured via the chemist for advice.At the school I picked up Lilly under Mrs. Blake's stern gaze.

"I think it might be best if Lilly has a couple of days at home." she said as I closed the passenger door after strapping Lilly in.

"Yeah, sure." I muttered, jumping in my truck and heading for home.

I went straight to the farm, Lilly had perked up with a cuddle and hit from her puffer so I left her in the truck while I organized the next job for the sprayer. Once I had done that I went home to get some of Lilly's things so I could drop her at my mothers. I tried Jenny again but still couldn't get her so in frustration I went through her address book and rang Sue's home number.

"Ello?" a woman answered in foreign accent, southern European or maybe South American.

"Is this Sue Elk's number?" I said, thinking I had miss-dialed.

"Mrs Sue not here, she gone," was the heavily accented reply.

"Is Jenny there?"

"Mrs. Sue not here she at work!" I could see that this was going nowhere.

"Can I get Sue's mobile number?" I said as slowly and clearly as possible.

"Si," There was a long break and I almost hung up then she came back on and gave me the number. I dialed the number.

"Hi Jenny, long time no see!"

"It's not Jenny, its Dave." 

What did she mean long time, no see?

"Oh sorry Dave, it's just Jenny's name came up on my mobile."

"No worries, I was just talking to some crazy Colombian lady at your house."

"That's Magda, she's my nanny. She's really good except for the language issues. Not as good as Jenny but I couldn't keep dragging her to Sydney whenever I had a crisis."

What the fuck?

"How long have you had her?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

"Umm it must be about four months now. I felt so guilty when I dragged Jenny down here for a second time."

Second time? Jenny had been to Sydney about six times more times since her second visit four months ago.

"So you haven't seen her then?" I asked bewildered.

"You haven't lost her have you?" Sue asked laughing.

"Well errr actually she told me yesterday she was going to Sydney to help you!"

The laughter died, there was a long pause then Sue spoke again.

"You're serious aren't you?" she asked quietly.

"Yes and I'm also curious about the six times she has supposed to be in Sydney! At your house! Looking after your child! In the last four months!"

"Ohhh ummm look Dave I don't know what to tell you. Ummm I haven't seen Jenny for the last four months. I've only talked to her twice and she hasn't mentioned coming to Sydney!"

I could feel my world crumbling.

"Dave, Dave? You still there?"

"Yes, sorry to have troubled you."

"I don't know what to say Dave, umm I don't know anything." 

"It appears neither do I!" I hung up.

Lilly came in with her teddy bear and favorite book.

"Are we going to Nan's soon?" She enquired, tears filled my eyes as I looked at my child's face.

"Soon honey, dad just needs a couple minutes alone."

Lilly's face show her uncertainty, she had never seen me cry before.

"Why are you crying Daddy?" Tears were starting to form in her eyes.

"I just kicked my toe, that's all. You go and get some more books, you know how Nan likes to read you stories." Her face brightened again at the mention of my mother and she bolted out of the room.

I sat and contemplated what to do, what the hell had Jenny been up to? How would I find out? My thoughts were going around in circles but they always came back to one person, Lisa. Jenny's first visit to look after Sue's kid had led to me and Lisa hooking up. At that time we had sworn to each other that it was a one off but the third time Jenny went away Lisa had called me to come over and help her with her garden. 

I had taken the kids over with me and mowed the lawn, trimmed some shrubs and done some weeding. It was a long day and she had invited me to stay for dinner. After dinner the kids went into the lounge room to watch a movie while I helped Lisa cleaning up in the kitchen. It wasn't planned, at least not by me but we were soon fucking like rabbits. I ended up staying the night with Lisa, setting the alarm early so I could slip into bed in the spare room with the kids before they woke.

Since then we had got together a lot, usually when Jenny went away. A couple of times I had to get a machinery part or some spray in the town Lisa lived in so I would call and meet her for more sex. Now I was wondering if Lisa was part of this, was it just a diversion to keep me off Jenny's back? Recently I couldn't wait for her to take off so I could have another night with Lisa. There was one way to find out, so I dialed Lisa's number.

"Hello there farm boy, I've been waiting for your call!"

"So you know Jenny's gone to Sydney early?"

"Well yes, I'm covering for her at a fundraiser tomorrow. Are you going to be home in the afternoon maybe we could have a quickie before your kid's school bus gets there?"

Normally I would have been getting aroused just talking about getting together but not today.

"Did she tell you where she was going?" I asked innocently.

"Same place as always, why do you ask?" Lisa was putting up her defenses.

"Well, I spoke to Sue and she isn't there, in fact hasn't even there for at last four months!" 

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Lisa! What the fuck has been going on!"

"I don't know Dave." her reply wasn't very convincing.

"Don't lie to me Lisa, surely you owe me the truth."

"Ummm, there's no good way to put this. She has been seeing James." she said her voice no more than a whisper.

"James? ... James! The black bastard that fucked her in Canberra?" I exploded, " But he is from America!"

"Apparently he had to move out to Australia for work."

"How long has this been going on? How long have you known?"

"I'm not sure."

"Lisa!" 

"Alright, she got together with him the first time she went to Sydney."

"So you fucking me was just a diversion!"

"No! No I didn't know until she got home that anything had happened."

"You didn't think to tell me?" 

"Jenny told me in confidence!"

"What are you a fucking priest! So the time you spent with me meant nothing?"

"Don't swear at me! You don't seem too concerned about Jenny when you have got your cock in me! If you must know I told her she had to work her shit out the last time I spoke."

It was my turn to be quiet, my double standards were obvious when Lisa pointed them out.

"Why did you ring Sue?" Lisa enquired quietly.

"Lilly was sick and I had to pick her up from school. I had been trying Jenny's mobile and I couldn't get on to her. I rang Sue's home and got her new Columbian nanny."

"I've been trying to ring her too, I can't remember what time she said for the stall."

We were both quiet, my initial wave of anger had subsided. I just felt gutted.

"I have James number if you want? I ...er..... got it when Jenny rang on his phone once."

I didn't reply then Lisa continued.

"It's not like Jenny to not answer her phone or send a text to say she is ok. I'm a bit worried."

"I don't know what I want to do, umm I going to take Lilly to my mums. Can you come over? I need to think this through before I ring that cunt!"

"Ok but don't do anything silly. I'll be there as soon as I can." 

Lisa disconnected and I went zombie-like to take Lilly to my mothers. I had printed out a farm map with the paddocks to be treated shaded which I gave to the spray contractor, then I headed back home.

Back at home I tried to nut out how to play this. Ringing James was going to take me to places I didn't want to go. Would he deny it? Would he be arrogant and brag about his exploits with my wife? Perhaps most troubling of all, had they run away together? Could she not face me and tell me it was over? Could she just walk out on the kids? 

I tried her phone a couple more times but got her voice mail message. Lisa arrived about forty minutes after our phone call. She entered the kitchen where I was sitting with an uncertain look on her face. I'm glad that she didn't come around to kiss me, I was still unsure of her involvement. She simply sat opposite me at the table and handed me her phone. A number was highlighted in her received calls list.

"I don't know for sure that it is his." Lisa said as she handed it over. "Also it might not do much good, Jenny got a text from one of James friends to say he was in an accident and was in intensive care."

"Well I guess I'll find out," I punched the number into my home phone. It rang.

"Who's a naughty girl, ringing on her home phone!" James's deep voice boomed out of the phone which was on loudspeaker.

"Wrong person dickhead!" I spat.

"Who is this?" James queried.

"The husband of the bitch you've been fucking! Can you put the slut on the phone!"

"Dave?" The surprise was obvious in his voice.

"Give the man a prize! You don't sound too sick to me, now put my wife on the phone."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me, I know she's been going to see you in Sydney!" I was starting to get angry. There was a long pause before he replied.

"I'm not denying that, but she is not with me, I'm in America and have been for four days. What did you mean about me being sick?"

Now it was my turn to be surprised. Lisa intervened.

"Jenny told me you had been in an accident and were in intensive care." 

"Who's this?"

"I'm Lisa, Jenny's friend."

"Not much of a friend!" He must have realized that Lisa had ratted them out.

"I'm worried about her, and so should you be. She's not answering her phone and if you aren't in Sydney who would want to lure her there." Lisa countered

"When did did she leave?"

"This morning."

"Little bit early to start worrying yet isn't it?"

I took over again, "Jenny's mobile is like an extra hand attached to her wrist. It's always there! She charged it last night so it should still be working. Aren't you the least bit curious who set this up?"

"I'll make some calls and get back to you. What's your mobile number?"

"I'll send you a text so it's on your phone. When you find her, tell the slut to give me a ring so I can get an address to send her shit too!"

"Dave, we never meant for this to happen."

"Tell someone who cares!" I disconnected then threw the cordless phone against the wall smashing it to pieces. 

* * * * * * 

James:

Dave's phone call was very disturbing, I didn't want to appear as alarmed as I was until I was sure what I was dealing with. My flight back to Sydney was leaving in 30 minutes so I didn't have much time. Hopefully an old friend back there could get me the information I needed while I was in the air. Scrolling through my contacts I found Benito's number and pressed call. 

Benito was as close as Sydney got to a godfather, when we had first started BCL Escorts back in 2000 he had been the guy we had to pay protection too. My first partner and I had always got on well with him and were frequent visitors to his house. He was getting old now, must be pushing eighty, but he still had a firm grip on his family business. When Tyrone and Ahmed had approached me to buy me out, I went to see him to tell him the Jokers were taking over the protection. He had been good about it, wishing me well in the future. He didn't want any friction with the bikers so he let the protection go.

"I'm too old for a turf war, they put up the money, they can do the job."

I was hoping that he could do me a favour and see if his network had heard anything about Jenny. I had a bad feeling Tyrone or Ahmed or both were mixed up in this.

His grandson answered the phone but was reluctant to put me through, I asked to speak with his dad and once I spoke to Tony he gave the ok. It seems old Benito had got married again, his wife of fifty years had died three years ago. Since then he had taken to the single life with the gusto of a man half his age, and was now married to a thirty nine year old Swede. She was a girl who had worked for me for a time and I had introduced him too.

"Hello Benito, sorry to interrupt your honeymoon."

"No problem Jimmie," he always called me that. "When you get to my age you need plenty of rest time between strenuous exercise." He laughed at his joke, "Tony tells me you have a problem and you need some information?"

"Yes, a friend of mine has gone missing."

"This must be an important friend to be ringing me Jimmie!" 

"She is someone who I have grown very close to Benito." My voice caught in my throat, that was only the second time I had admitted that to another person.

"Ahh! A woman Jimmie, she must be special to hook you old friend." 

"Very special!"

"And why haven't you bought her to see your oldest friend? Heh."

"I couldn't have handled the competition from a man such as yourself." A little flattery always helps when you're asking for a favor.

Benito chuckled, "Ok I help you because I like you and you found me Elka. Do you know where we should start our investigation."

"I think Tyrone and Ahmed may be involved."

"I see, how far do you want us to take this Jimmie?"

"Just find out if they have her, I'll be home in 16 hours and I'll take it from there."

"How persuasive do you want us to be?" 

"Err.. Just watch, I don't want you to get on the wrong side of the Jokers."

"Fuck the Jokers, they are starting to get too big for their boots! We are discussing with some others how to cut them down to size." The menace in his voice made me glad I was on his good side.

"Just get the info and I'll talk to you when I land."

"Consider it done my friend, on one condition."

"Name it?" I replied with some apprehension.

"I get to meet this special girl who has melted your heart!"

"You can be best man at the wedding if she says yes!" My trip to the US had been to pick up my grandmother's engagement ring that had been bequeathed to me.

"Surely a man like yourself couldn't have any doubts?"

"It's complicated Benito, there are other parties involved."

"Ahh, Well my friend good luck, I shall talk to you soon heh. I'll put you back onto Tony, you give him the details you know and we will see what we can find out."

I said thanks but he had already gone, I gave the details to Tony and sent him through a picture of Jenny. Then I sent Dave a text saying I had someone doing the legwork and I would let him know the result when I landed.

The flight was nerve racking, my thoughts constantly returning to Jenny, what was she going through? If Tyrone or Ahmed had done this, why? One thing I was certain about, I was glad I was getting to Sydney one day earlier than planned. If Jenny had found herself in trouble, what would have been waiting for me?

* * * * * * 

Tyrone 

I was surprised how smoothly things had gone, I had got Jenny out of the airport avoiding most of the security cameras. Ahmed's hand was still swollen but I don't think anything was broken. We had gotten the drugged Jenny up to my place without being seen and she was now in my spare bedroom. The full drug stupor had worn off by then so she was able to stand while we undressed her. Heroin is an amazing drug, it takes away the users fears and anxiety making them feel safe and comfortable even in the most stressful situations. I guess that's why it's used by so many in the sex industry. 

As Alisha and I had undressed Jenny she had become aroused, her nipples hardening and when I removed her panties they were damp. I couldn't help myself, here was James's slut nude before me. She had always looked down her nose at me. I stripped and climbed onto the bitch, she was more than ready as I plunged in to the hilt. Even drugged she was a good fuck. No wonder Stephan had raved about her.

Once I'd finished I left Alisha to clean her up, it was her job to stay with her and keep an eye on her. She would tell us when she was coming out of the drug's effects and we would shoot her up again. Not much, just enough to keep her calm and compliant, I would probably fuck her a few more times. It helped to get them hooked on the sex and drugs together.

Out in the kitchen Ahmed had his hand in ice, it never ceased to amaze me that these big muscle bound types were such wimps. 

"How's the hand?" I asked smirking.

"It fucking hurts you know!" He held it up but I didn't think it look any different.

"Have your mates got James' reception committee organized?"

"Yep, Jake's brother has a tow truck. He towed the car next to James away in the long term parking at the airport. There is a big van there now and when James goes to get into his car, the big sliding door will open and he will be dragged into the van."

"Then what?"

"Let's just say he will be evenly distributed throughout Sydney's landfill sites! Then we chop his car, clean out his apartment, it will be like he vanished into thin air."

"Good, I don't want any of this going public. You sure you gave them the right flight and time?"

"Yes, I faxed them a copy of his travel itinerary we swiped from his apartment.

I was going through Jenny's handbag, I grabbed her wallet and when I opened it I let out a low whistle.




The Next Anniversary



"What have you found?" Ahmed asked.

"She was telling the truth about the husband and the kids!"

"Will that be a problem?" Ahmed asked with a vacant look on his face.

"It will be if they report her missing! Next time she gets lucid we have to get her phone pass code so we can send them a text to say she got here ok." 

"What if they try and ring back?" 

"We just turn it off you moron!"

I went to the spare room, Alisha was in bed with Jenny fondling and kissing her. Jenny was still out of it and was kissing her back.

"I hate to break up your little love fest," I threw Jenny's phone on the bed. "Get her pass code before you hit her up next time."

Alisha nodded then returned to kissing Jenny. There is nothing like a couple of girls going at each other to get me hard. I took my clothes off again and joined them.

* * * * * * 

James

I landed tired and anxious, getting through customs seemed to take an eternity. In the arrival lounge I spotted Tony, Benito's son in the crowd. I pushed my luggage trolley over to him.

"There was no need to pick me up, I have my car in long term parking." I said as I shook his hand.

"It's not safe, Jokers have been hanging around that car park a lot. They parked a van next to your car so either they mean to grab you or there is a bomb on board."

"Shit! Well at least we know who is behind this." I lifted my cap and rubbed my head, while nervously looking about.

"They're not here at the moment, when were you supposed to get in?" Tony asked.

"Not till tomorrow."

"That's why then, we have a car outside to take you to Benito. He will fill you in there."

"How bad is it?" I was hoping for positive news.

"We know where she is, but as to her condition we have no idea. Now quickly let's get you out of here, them not knowing your back may work in our favor."

I went out where a black SUV with tinted windows was parked in a loading zone. Two big guys in dark suits stood either end daring the parking inspectors to come near. I didn't get any more information out of Tony, Benito wanted to deliver it himself. I sent a message to Dave saying that my friends had found her but she was probably being held against her will then I turned my phone off. About thirty minutes later we swung through the wide high gates that guarded Benito's sprawling estate on the North West edge of Sydney.

I was greeted at the door by Elka, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. She led me down a wide entrance hall to a library and left me there while she went to tell Benito I was there. The old man shuffled in about five minutes later, he looked more fragile than last time I saw him, but only in the body. His eyes still burned bright. We shook hands then he embraced me, kissing each of my cheeks.

"It's been too long Jimmie, you have been neglecting me." There was a hint of reprimand in his voice as he continued.

"I warned you about the biker types, they have no honor. They care for no one but their own."

"I know that now."

"I fear it may be a harsh lesson, Jimmie! Come, sit, I will run through what we know."

We sat either side of a large desk overlooking an expanse of garden that led down to a massive pool.

"We placed Tyrone meeting your girl at the airport, he tried to stay in the blind spots of the cameras, even went as far as getting in the car in the traffic rather than the loading zone but we got enough to confirm it was him. He had a short red headed girl with him as well."

"That would be Alisha, she helps him run the girls."

Benito continued after he had passed me a folder of photos. "From the traffic cameras they were on the highway heading to the city but there is a time gap. The camera lose them for about twenty five minutes then they show up on the freeway again."

"How did you get access to these cameras? I asked amazed.

"A magician must keep his secrets!" he said laughing.

"As you can see in the photos there are still four people in the car, we assume your girl is still in there but we can't be sure."

"Her name is Jenny." 

"Right, Jenny. Well, we tracked the car to Tyrone's apartment building, it goes into the parking garage underneath. When it has comes out since it only has one or two occupants and they both appear to be male. So we are assuming that Jenny is in Tyrone's apartment."

"Ok thanks Benito," I straightened the photographs and put them back into the folder.

"There is more Jimmie. As I told you on the phone we have been getting a little sick of the Jokers. We have a man on the inside, he works with the sergeant at arms and has been giving us good info on the Joker's plans."

"How do they fit into this?"

"Tyrone and Ahmed owe them money, a lot of money. The business has been going downhill without your input and they are getting behind. Apparently Jake, the sergeant at arms from the Jokers paid Tyrone a little visit. They call Jake the axeman because of a short handled axe he carries with him, he took to Tyrone's apartment with it and threatened to come back and work on Tyrone if things did not improve."

"So how does that affect Jenny?"

"I was just getting to that, Tyrone rang Jake yesterday, told him they had a big client coming in on Sunday who had a special request that he was willing to pay double for. Something about a MILF he had been with twelve months before."

"Fucking Stephen! It's starting to make sense now."

"He is coming in Sunday so we have tonight and tomorrow to do something."

"You said we?"

"You are going to need some outside help to get this sorted Jimmie."

"Thanks again Benito!"

"Don't thank me yet! You haven't heard the catch, Tyrone and Ahmed have to go and you have got to be seen to have done it. Also BCL Escorts moves under the control of my grandson Tony Jnr with your hearty recommendation and support."

"The second part is no problem, but the first part? I have never killed anyone Benito, and if I do this I'll have to leave Australia. The Jokers wouldn't let me get away with that!"

"I'm sorry Jimmie but it is just how it has to be, I still don't want an underworld war with the Jokers. If your seen as the trigger man then it won't happen and a lot of other small time operators, with a little help, will stand up to the fuckers too."

I looked out over the garden. Shit! How could I kill someone.

"There is one more piece of intel we got off our source, Ahmed had picked up a big bag of heroin the morning they picked up Jenny."

"The fucking little cunts!" Now I knew how I was going to kill the pricks.

"Tony's handpicked four guys to help you. I know you're not a killer Jimmie, they can help you but the girl Alisha she has to name you as the trigger man. We will get you out of the country straight after and help you dispose of any assets you still have here.

The old man stood, he too looked out over the garden. Elka had walked down to the pool and was in the process of putting on some sunscreen. He held out his hand to me.

"I will miss you old friend, live long and prosper!"

"Thank you Benito."

He turned and left, soon after Tony came in with three others. He introduced me and we sat down to discuss a plan to get Jenny out and eliminate Tyrone and Ahmed.

* * * * * * * 

Tyrone:

Things were progressing well, Ahmed's mates were ready to take care of James when he arrived tomorrow morning. Jenny slide into addiction and sexual servitude was ahead of schedule. After the last time I had taken her she had held out her arm for her next hit of smack. She was welcoming the oblivion, soon she would do what ever I asked to get some more drugs. I had rung Stephen this morning and everything was on track his end. His boss had been very enthusiastic when he had told him about going early to "meet" Jenny.

With everything under control and Ahmed out, I decided to relax. I ran my spa bath full of water grabbed my iPod and my headphones. Turning the jets on full blast I lay back and let my mind rest, the music washed over me and I floated off in a daydream.

I was woken out of my torpor by the door to the bathroom crashing open, in the doorway stood a thickset European man holding a little metal box. My mind was trying to make sense of it all when the man threw the box towards the bath. Too late I realized was a toaster plugged into an extension cord. It hit the water and everything went black.

* * * * * * * 

James:

We left Benito estate in the same SUV that I had arrived in with Tony. With me were his three henchmen, Mr. White, Mr. Black and Mr. Green. I had laughed when they had told me their "names", they hadn't thought it was funny. We drove in silence to Tyrone's building, pulling up a block before, behind an old station wagon. A man got out station wagon and walked to the driver side of the SUV. I found out this was Mr. Brown, he had been watching the apartment and garage. He informed us that Ahmed had left in the car this morning and wasn't back yet. He had bribed the super to give us access code to the tradesmen's lift at the side of the building and for another tidy sum he had procured the spare master key.

We had decided back at Benito's we had to act fast before they realized I had escaped their clutches. Now with Ahmed out of the way we felt it was the perfect time to move on the apartment, secure Jenny and take Tyrone out. Mr. Brown took the wheel and drove us to the tradesman's entrance. We got in the lift and headed to the floor Tyrone's apartment was on. I was really nervous but the others were very nonchalant, I suppose they had done this kind of thing before.

When we got to Tyrone's door Mr. Black produced a strange contraption out of the pocket of his coat. It was a small screen, like on an iPad mini mounted on a pistol grip. Coming out from behind the screen was a long thin cable a couple of millimeters thick. Mr Black crouched down and poked the cable under the entrance door, next he pushed a button on top of the screen and it came to life. I realized then it was a fiber-optic camera, he was checking what was behind the door. 

He gave the all clear, Mr. White took out the key that Mr. Brown had purchased and opened the door very quietly, Mr. White stepped back and Mr. Green moved forward with a pair of bolt cutters he had had under his jacket.He made short work of the security chain that was still holding the door and we were in. Mr Green motioned for me to stay at the door while he and his associates did a sweep of the apartment. They moved off, Mr White and Mr. Green had pulled out guns with silencers attached, Mr. Black still had his camera which he used to check under closed doors. 

A few minutes later they were back, Jenny and Alisha were in a bedroom in bed together and appeared to be asleep, Tyrone was in the bath listening to music through headphones. Mr. Black told me to go with the other two and get Jenny and secure Alisha, he was going to incapacitate Tyrone. He went into the laundry and came out with an extension cord then grabbed a toaster from the kitchen. I was unsure of what he planned until Mr. White chuckled about water and electricity not mixing.

Once Mr. Black was ready the rest of us moved off to the room where the girls were. Mr. Green had the camera and checked again but they were still both in bed. We opened the door silently and moved into the room, I soon realized complete silence was unnecessary as Alisha must have taken a hit of smack too and they were both out of it. I went back to Mr. Black letting him know that the girls were secure. He nodded, plugged in the toaster and pushed the lever down turning it on. Once he was satisfied that it was on he quickly opened the door. Tyrone sat up looking in Mr. Black's direction stunned by the strangers sudden appearance. He sat watching as the toaster Mr. Black had tossed arced towards the spa bath. Too late he decided to moved, he was up and trying to clamber out when the toaster hit the water and the lights went out.

Mr. Black removed the extension cord plug from the socket.

"Go and turn the power back on again, the fuse box will be in the laundry or the kitchen."

"Is he dead?" I enquired hoping he had done the job for me.

"Twenty years ago, yes, ten years ago maybe, now that everybody has installed safety switches in their fuse box, no, unless he has a heart condition."

I went and found the fuse box in the laundry and turn the power back on. When I got back Mr. Black had dragged Tyrone out of the bathroom onto the lounge room floor. He was taping his hands behind his back, he threw me a roll of tape.

"You do his feet, we got him pretty good so I don't think he could run away but let's make sure."

"Do I shoot him now?" 

"No!" Mr. Black replied, "The girl has got to witness it."

We finished trussing up Tyrone then went to the spare room, the other two had got Alisha dressed and were bringing her out. I went to Jenny, she was still out of it, I looked at her arm. There were a lot of puncture wounds, they had been giving her little doses more regularly than a normal junkie. I rang a friend who ran a rehab centre in Kings Cross, I'd put a few of my girls through the program before, he said they had a room for Jenny. I gave him a brief rundown, said I'd cover the costs and she would be there inside an hour. 

"You need to be discreet with this one!"

"You know us James, No names, No pack drill. We will keep her safe!"

I dressed her as best I could, I could see the bastards had been fucking her. I wrapped her in a blanket and Mr. Green and I took her down in the service lift. Mr. Brown was there engine running, I put her in the back then gave him the address of the clinic. I looked down at Jenny, her eyes were still closed. I lent down and kissed her forehead.

"I'm so sorry Jenny! I love you." I whispered, then I closed the door and Mr. Brown pulled out into the traffic. That was the first time I had ever said that to her.

I went back upstairs, Mr. Green went around the front and across the road to a coffee shop. He was going to be our lookout until Mr. Brown got back. In the apartment Tyrone was still prone on the floor, Alisha was slumped on the lounge with a pillow slip over her head, her hands and feet were also bound.

Thirty minutes later Mr. Black's phone buzzed, he motioned for us to follow him into the kitchen. 

"Mr. Green just spotted Ahmed driving into the garage underneath the building so he will be here shortly. You two stay here and I will subdue him so we can get him next to Tyrone."

"He's a pretty big guy, you sure you can handle him?"

He smiled, pulling a small pistol like device from his pocket. "The bigger they are the harder they fall!" He depressed the trigger and two sparks flicked at the end of the taser.

We stayed put, waiting for Ahmed's arrival. We heard the key in the lock then the door opening.

"Tyrone! We've got to move, the boys think James may be back ho....arrgg!"

We moved out of the kitchen into the hallway, Ahmed was face down with two darts in his back. Wires connected the darts to the device in Mr. Blacks hand, Ahmed made an attempt to push himself off the floor. Mr Black pressed the trigger again and Ahmed's body jumped before he collapsed on the floor and lay still.

"Grab his legs and drag him into the lounge room next to Tyrone." Mr. Black said still keeping his finger hovering over the trigger.

Mr. White and I grabbed a leg each and hauled Ahmed into the lounge room, once there we bound Ahmed's legs and hands. Alisha was beginning to stir, Tyrone was moaning softly.

"Right! Let's get this done so we can get out of here." Mr. Black said as he passed me his gun.

"Yeah, umm right." I gripped the gun gingerly.

Mr. Black and Mr. White exchanged looks then walked into the kitchen again gesturing for me to follow.

"You're not going to be able to do this are you?" Mr. Black said with a sigh.

"No, I don't think so, not tied up like that." I replied.

"Let me tell you, it a damn sight easier tied up then with them running at you!" Mr. White interjected.

Mr. Black raised his hand to silence his partner. "There is a way around this, you hold the gun at the back of their heads and we will lift the pillow slip above the girl's eyes. When she is focused on you say something dumb like in the movies. You know. Tell them not to mess with me! Then we cover her eyes and we shoot them!"

"Won't she tell the police it was me? There is an extradition treaty between Australia and the US!"

"We make sure the bikers get here before the police, they will make sure she says nothing. They like to solve their own problems."

"And that is supposed to make me feel better!" 

"Don't worry, there will be that much shit coming down on them in the next little while, they won't bother with you."

"Somehow I think they might."

"Well you should have thought of that before you agreed to Benito's help! Come on if we don't get this done soon someone might discover what we are up to."

We moved out into the lounge room and it went down as they had set out. Mr. Black delivered two shots to the back of both the guys' heads then we high tailed it out of there. They took me to my apartment, kept lookout while I packed then took me to the airport for a flight to the US. On the way to the airport Benito rang.

"Is it done Jimmie?"

"Yes, it's done." 

"You will be fine my boy. Tony will contact you and help move your assets stateside."

He had helped me but I was paying a high price.

"Can you do my one more favor?" I asked hopefully.

"What is it?" the old coot sounded skeptical.

"I'm writing a letter, I want you to deliver it to Jenny when they let her see visitors."

"Is that all! It would be a pleasure, I want to see this girl that you gave up so much for!"

"There will be an open airline ticket with it. Can you see she gets to where she wants to go?"

"Isn't she married? Won't she go home?"

"I don't think that option is open to her anymore, her husband knows about the last six months." There was a pause and then the old man replied.

"Secrets and lies, they catch us all in the end."

"They haven't caught you yet, Benito!"

"Ahh but they will! Goodbye James." He had finally used my real name.

He had disconnected before I could reply. I looked out the window of the car as it zoomed along the freeway catching my last glimpses of Australia.

* * * * *. * * 

Jenny:

I woke in a bed in a strange room, it was a small room and a small uncomfortable bed. Looking around there was a bedside table with two drawers and two plastic chairs in the corner. A small window with bars on one wall let in a small amount of daylight. I moved my arm up to scratch my hair and saw a needle attached to an IV line in the back of my hand. Looking around again I guess it could be a hospital but I seemed too quiet and dark 

I lay there trying to keep my mind blank, I had tried to go back to sleep but when I closed my eyes all I could see was Tyrone's face as he lay on me grinning after he had fucked me again. I remembered the abduction, the needles, the sex and the highs. I had craved the oblivion to get away from a place where I had no control.

Just then the door opened and a female face I didn't recognize popped in.

"So you're awake at last! I'll just go and get Ben." 

She disappeared, five minutes later a tall thin Asian man entered the room. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a stethoscope hung around his neck. After grabbing one of the plastic chairs from the corner and placing it beside the bed he sat down.

"Hi Jenny, I'm Ben," I nodded and he continued. "You are in the Wayside Rehab Centre, James organized for you to be brought here after your ordeal. You have been here for two days. We have kept you on some tranquilizers to keep you calm while the heroin moved out of your system. Do you feel ok?"




The Next Apartment



I think Mass Avenue is the most beautiful street in Washington. Of course, I live on Mass Avenue. I work at a research place further out, which is convenient because each morning when I go to work the traffic is flowing into the downtown area and the reverse is true in the afternoon. DC without traffic -- no one believes me when I tell them. From my sixth floor apartment window I have a great view of the British Embassy right down the street. 

We have a great little convenience shop in the basement, which makes it easy to get the essentials, milk and eggs, coming in from the parking lot each night. One night I was getting some stuff and I saw this absolutely stunning brunet about thirty years old standing ahead of me in line. Well dressed in heels and a neat little black dress. What caught my attention was her great tits and ass. I'm a T & A man. Then I saw the wedding ring. We smiled and said a few words and she left while the cashier totaled up my stuff. 

I saw her several times and in a couple of brief conversations I learned that she and her husband had just moved from a place near Tyson's Corner. She liked their new apartment better because it was close to where her husband worked. When I asked her where he worked, it turned out it was the same place I did. Of course with a thousand employees it was no surprise I did not know him. The real surprise came several nights later when we met again at the check out counter. We left the shop at the same time, got off the elevator at the same floor, and both of us turned right. Her apartment was the next apartment after mine!

Her name was Bev and she turned me on, but obviously I had to be careful. A couple of weeks later I met her husband, Rick, at a social function at the research center. He was a nice guy with research interests similar to mine. He traveled a lot working with investigators at several places around the country. They were both very friendly and I had drinks at their apartment a couple of nights later.

One night I met her again at the convenience store and she made a point of letting me know that her husband was out of town. Well, I thought, why would she mention that? Maybe now is the time to find out if our relationship has a future. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Would you like to have a drink?" I asked. "I have a bottle of Glenlivet in my apartment, if you like scotch."

"I'd like that very much," Bev said, smiling at me. "Glenlivet is my favorite. Why don't you bring it over to my place? I want to be there in case Rick calls."

Well, I thought, that was encouraging. Let's see what develops. I got out of my work clothes and into something casual. Knocked on her door with a full bottle of Glenlivet in my hand. She greeted me in an elegant robe, expensive silk that was quite respectable in every way - except -- except she still had on her spike heels. Encouraging I thought. The lights were not bright. There was some cheese and stuff on the table. 

"Thank you for asking me to enjoy this wonderful single malt with you," she said. "Rick is a scotch drinker and has taught me a few things."

We sat down on a couch in front of the table with the goodies. My mind was focused on the other goodies concealed under that sexy robe. 

"You know that the way to drink a single malt is neat, don't you," I asked.

"Rick has taught me that, but I get tipsy real fast when I do that, so I usually use ice," she said.

"You're not driving," I said with a laugh.

She laughed with me. It was the sexiest laugh I could imagine, her head thrown back and her hand fluffing her hair, and somehow I knew at that very instant that I was going to fuck this beautiful lady before the night was over. I told myself to just relax and do it right. 

Bev and I sipped the Glenlivet neat. We talked and laughed. The time went by. More cheese and snacks appeared. No need for dinner. The level in the bottle went gradually down. Her robe opened a bit -- still decent, but suggestive. 

Shit! I suddenly thought. How much have I been drinking? I got up and took a piss. My pecker seemed OK, but Jesus, I better slow down. 

Okay, I thought when I got back from the head, now is the time to make your move. I sat down much closer to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close for a kiss. She worked with me! I had her! I took it slow. Kissing, caressing, undressing, and then I saw why she kept the spike heels on. When the robe came off she was wearing those spike heels with hose, a garter belt and the sexiest bra and panty set you could buy at Victoria's store. I hadn't seduced her - this broad had planned the whole thing before I walked in the door. She had seduced me! 

But I had been so damn busy getting booze into her that I had got maybe too much into me. My pecker! What about my pecker? Sitting here with a horny broad what was my pecker telling me? Nothing! My pecker was just laying there shriveled up in my jockies, not sending me any messages at all. And me looking at this gorgeous, horny, half naked broad. I kept telling myself - trust your dick. It has never failed in the past. But, I thought, there is always a first time.

I danced with her and played with her ass. I kissed her and played with her ass. I held her in my lap and played with her ass. Her bra come off and there they were. Big, soft, and creamy-white, protected from the sun by a tiny bikini top. Big brown nipples getting hard when I kissed them. I jiggled them and we both laughed.

Those tiny panties were next. They were small, but they hid a treasure I never imagined. Her beaver was thick with curly, brunet hair. I loved beavers. A perfect triangle with beautiful, narrow bands of curly hair extending down around her big pussy lips almost to her asshole. Her clit was big and already hard. Her inner pussy lips were wet and engorged from her sexual arousal and very sensitive when I touched them. She was hot and wet and ready. And then the phone rang!

Shit!

She moved over and answered the phone. Then I was treated to the most interesting one-sided phone conversation I had ever heard.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi honey."

"I love you too."

"Oh, nothing much. What we talked about."

"Yes."

"Just what you told me."

"Not yet."

"Soon, I think."

"I will. I promise. I'll tell you all about it."

"I love you too. Goodbye."

"Was that Rick?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was him. Take me to bed."

We went into their bedroom and got in bed. It was a wonderful, leisurely, drunken, friendly fuck. We slept for an hour and woke up free of a lot of the Glenlivet and had another fuck. The next morning I showered at her place and then went to mine. Damn! How convenient to have a girl in the next apartment. 

The next night I went to her place at cocktail hour and we both had less to drink before we fucked. It was much better. We fucked a second time, and then rested naked in bed and sipping our scotch. 

Then the phone rang and I heard only one side of the conversation.

"Hello. Oh hi hon."

"Having a drink."

"Yes we did."

"Twice."

"He's still here."

"Not yet."

"In a few minutes."

"I don't know."

"Probably the same way."

"I'll ask him."

"I not kidding, I'll ask him. I will. Love you. Bye."

Bev hung up the phone. Then we lay there and drank our Glenlivet. I'm going through the side of the conversation I heard and trying to figure out what she plans to ask me.

"Have another drink," she said.

"Why?"

"I need to ask you something," she said.

I took a generous pour and downed it neat. Then I turned to her and asked, what do you want to ask me?"

"Rick wants to watch us fuck. Is that okay with you?"

Rick was a voyeur-cuck! Damn I should have figured it out before this! Here was this beautiful, sexy loving broad whose husband wanted to watch her fuck another guy. And I was elected! And she was in the apartment next door!

"Yeah, I'll let him watch." Jesus, I thought, a man is entitled to watch his wife get fucked if he wants to.

"I going to tell him you won't let him watch."

"Why?"

"Because it will drive him wild sexually - knowing you're fucking me and not being able to watch. We'll let him sit in the living room with us fucking in the bedroom. It'll drive him crazy jerking off while it's happening and afterwards when I tell him about it he'll jerk off some more."

"Jesus!" It was all I could say. 

"Of course I'll let him think you might let him watch later on. That will make his sexual turn on even better. I usually do that."

"What ever you want, so long as I get to fuck you. You're a fantastic piece of ass."

She smiled. "Thank you. You're pretty good yourself. Let me tell you a story that will explain the whole thing. Rick and I were at Wash U together and after we graduated he went to grad school and I went to work. We got married and things went well, except for the sex part. Frankly, he was a lousy lover. Before we got married I had had a number of lovers -- a lot more that he had -- and he kept asking me about them. When I told him, especially when I told him details, he got very horny. His sex life was listening to me talk about mine. Then he asked me if I ever thought about fucking another man and I said that I figured most wives thought about it but didn't think very seriously about doing it. He brought it up several times and finally I realized that he wanted me to do it."

"Did you do it?" I asked.

"Not for a while. Not until I realized that he was very serious about it."

"What happened the first time?" I asked.

"The first time, I went out to a bar in a nice motel at the St. Louis airport and got picked up by a really nice successful business type guy. We drank in the bar. Then I went up to his room. He fucked me twice that night and once the next morning. I was surprised -- he gave me three orgasms. It was the best sex I had had since I was fucking my boyfriends in college - much better than Rick. That night when Rick got home from the lab, I told him all the details and he got very turned on and we fucked. He came several times. I didn't come even once."

I shook my head. "You had a problem."

Bev nodded. "I had a problem."

"So then what happened?" I really was curious. I had never heard how such relationships developed.

"That was the last time I fucked him. It was years ago. Since then I tell him about fucking another guy and he jacks off. He'll do it at least twice and usually three times with a good story. There's no reason for me to fuck him. He can't make me come. And he likes to jack off." 

And slowly the story of Bev and Rick unfolded as she told me about the last five years of their marriage. A pattern developed in which Bev would pick up attractive guys and screw them maintaining her anonymity. Almost always, Bev had orgasms and enjoyed her experiences. Rick would turn on hearing the stories and enjoy jacking off with Bev reliving her exploits for a couple of months, during which time Bev would never have an orgasm except using her vibrator. Then the process would be repeated. But after a couple of years an accident changed the way they did things. 

Bev became attracted to another graduate student who worked with Rick. She enjoyed fucking him for a month or so without telling Rick. Finally she told Rick about her affair and instead of being angry, he became sexually aroused. She would give him an accurate description of the sex she had and he would jack off listening to her. Her sexual pleasure came from fucking the guy and his pleasure from listening to her describe fucking the guy. Now there was no more anonymity and Bev began to have prolonged affairs. There had been one long affair since Rick joined the research institute in Washington -- it had ended several months ago.

"Since then," Bev said, "I have been as horny as a bitch in heat without a hound dog. When I saw you that first time buying groceries I told myself - here's a good looking guy and I'm gonna fuck him. I was right. You have given me such good orgasms that I haven't even thought about my vibrator."

"Damsels in distress are my specialty," I said. "Your wish is my command. But first, what does Rick like."

"Rick likes to be a third person socializing with his wife and another man. He likes to be around when we screw. Us in the bedroom fucking and him in the living room listening. He likes to go out to dinner as a threesome with him as the observer."

"Why did he have you ask me if he could watch?"

"He always does that. I always tell him he can't. He gets more turned on that way. And I enjoy fucking more that way. Hell, I don't want him watching me fuck. I have fun fucking. Let him have his own fun jerking off while he listens to me talk about fucking. Besides I enjoy teasing him -- it really turns me on. He has more fun playing with his dick than he does playing with me."

"Why do you stay married to him?"

"A whole bunch of reasons. He makes good money. We live well. He treats me good. I get to fuck any guy I want. I like him -- I wouldn't call it love -- but I like him. I've never met any one I would prefer to live with -- guys I'd rather fuck of course -- but no one I'd rather live with." 

This is the way I began a wonderful relationship. Rick got back in town and they had me over for dinner. We had drinks. He was a nice guy. We talked about our work. We had fun. Then Bev fixed a couple of drinks and carried them into the bedroom. She mixed another drink for her husband. Then she kissed him goodnight, took my arm, led me into the bedroom, locked the door, and gave me a big kiss. 

She put on some soft music and she went into the bathroom. When she came out she had on and attractive gown and her chase-me catch-me fuck-me spike heels. I could tell she had my second favorite outfit on under the gown -- hose and garter belt. My favorite outfit was buck naked but that would come later. We danced and kissed. When I led her over to the bed, she moved the bedside table up against the headboard of the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Bev gave that wonderful melodic laugh that I had come to love. "When we fuck, the bed bumps the table and makes noise," she said. "He's right outside the door listening and it drives him crazy. He'll jerk off tonight listening to us fuck."

She was still laughing when we got in bed. That was the sexiest laugh I ever heard and if Rick was listening on the other side of that locked door it must have been a turn on for him. I kissed her, worked down to her tits and belly, and then I began serious work on her pussy. She had really big pussy lips that hung down dripping wet when she was turned on. I played with those big lips with my fingers, pulling them down, stretching them out, and feeling them get more engorged and wet as she turned on. They were going to caress my cock very softly when I fucked her.

I tickled her clit with my tongue and heard that sexy laugh again. Then I got one of those big wet lips in my mouth and sucked on it working my way down and using my tongue to tickle that sensitive area between her pussy and ass hole. The place that some guys think of as a chin rest and others as a ball rest. Her laugh turned into a moan that was loud enough for her husband to hear. Time to give that poor bastard another thrill, I thought, as I moved up between her legs and mounted her. I shoved my cock between those thick, wet pussy lips and her moans got louder. When I started to fuck her, the bed hit the table that she had moved close and I almost laughed as I thought about that poor bastard jacking off and listening to the sound of his wife getting fucked. Her first orgasm came very quickly and it was very loud. She wasn't faking. I felt the strong contractions of her pussy as she moaned. It was a wonderful evening.

Our routine was simple. When Rick was traveling, I stayed at their place and fucked her and listened to those fascinating one way conversations, which after a time I was able to figure out. When he got back in town, she spent a couple of nights with him telling him about our sexual experiences. Then we fucked. Sometimes she came over to my apartment for the night, sometimes I fucked her in their bedroom with him listening from the living room. Occasionally when he was really horny he would beg me to let him watch me fuck her. I always said no but held out a promise for the future. I got to enjoy tormenting the poor bastard.

The first time we went out to dinner was something else again. Rick was nowhere to be seen. Bev led me to the elevator, but instead of heading to the parking lot, she led me to the lobby and then to the front entrance where Rick met us and opened the back door of their sedan. Like a chauffer! Then he drove to Georgetown and let us out at one of my favorite restaurants, 1789. He parked the car, and then joined us at a table for three. After a wonderful meal and what was a quite normal conversation between the three of us, Rick paid the bill and went to get the car while we waited in front of the restaurant. 

Bev whispered in my ear, "We're going to give Rick a special treat tonight. Just go with the flow."

What the hell did that mean? 

"Take us to a nice private place," Bev said to Rick after he had picked us up.

Rick drove out to the interstate and pulled off into a rest stop. He parked in a dark area in the back where drivers parked to rest or take a nap. Then he took a large beach towel and pinned it so that it covered the space over the front seat. Bev and I in the back seat were concealed from his view. It was obvious that he had done this before. Suddenly I understood what she was going to do to tease that poor bastard. We were going to fuck in the back seat, a couple of feet away, while he listened and jacked off in the front seat, and he couldn't watch. She was tormenting him and she was going to enjoy it.

She kissed me and then laughed -- that wonderful sexy laugh. Then she started to strip. Blouse off first. But then she shoved her blouse under the towel and dropped it on the front seat next to her husband. Holy shit! This bitch was going to let Rick see every stitch of her clothing as she stripped naked, with him playing with his dick and thinking about me sitting next to his wife in the back seat, a couple of feet away. And knowing that when she got naked, I was going to fuck her and all he could do was listen and jack off into a towel. 

And that's exactly what happened. She was really turned on by what she was doing to Rick and her pussy got so dripping wet that when I fucked her it made those wet squishy sounds of a horny pussy getting what it needs. I knew Rick could hear those wet sounds and the slap of our naked bodies coming together as I fucked her. I banged her hard and she grunted with every stroke. It took only a few minutes. Then she cried out.

"Oh my God! Fuck me harder! I'm gonna come!" 

Her orgasm was a noisy one with groans and big contractions and I pumped my load a minute later. Only this time I grunted as I pumped it. I let that poor bastard know that his wife was taking a big, thick, creamy load of cum, deep in her pussy.

I collapsed on top of her. "Jesus, that's good pussy!" I said it loud enough for that poor bastard to hear. As I laid there catching my breath, I heard his balls slapping his ass as he jacked off in the front seat. And then I got a surprise -- tormenting that poor helpless cuckold gave me a turn on that I didn't expect. Shit, I thought, I'm getting to be as much of a pervert as the two of them. This was going to be a fun relationship!