Jill Foster never even looked at the burgundy Cadillac next to her as she got in her car. It was hot and she was in a hurry because she had to get home and drop off the groceries before she headed out for work. She was scheduled to work from 5:00 'til 11:00. It was already quarter to four.
She put on her sunglasses and started her ten year old Honda. As she eased her little red Accord back out of the parking spot, she heard a squeaky grinding sound. She stopped her car and looked around. Her front bumper was pressed up against the driver side door of the Caddy. Jill opened her door and stood up. Looking around, she didn't see anyone that looked like a distraught luxury car owner coming to sue, so she climbed back into her car and finished backing out. There was a two foot long dented scratch on the door of the Cadillac.
Jill sat in her car looking at the scratch. She looked at her watch, she knew she should try to wait for the owner, but she had to be at work on time. She thought about leaving a note, then decided with a guilty thrill that anyone who could own a fancy Cadillac like that could afford a little paint for a tiny scratch. She pulled out of the parking lot and promptly forgot the whole incident, not realizing that it was the first step down a sordid trail of sexual experiences.
Five minutes later, Raymond Johnson stepped out of the tailor shop next door to the supermarket. As he adjusted the mirror sunglasses on his broad nose he thought that it was funny that the best custom tailor in the area had chosen to locate in this little strip mall in suburbia. Mrs. Cho could have supported a lot nicer digs than this place. He shot the cuffs on his new shirt and smiled, his white teeth splitting his handsome dark face. She ought to be downtown making suits and shirts for the money men, not out here letting the seams out on cheap suits for the middle managers that lived around here.
The sun gleamed off of his glasses and his shaved head. Raymond was a large man, well over six feet tall and strongly muscled. He moved with confidence and authority, people moved out of his way as he walked across the sidewalk and into the parking lot. Raymond didn't notice, he just expected it. It was obvious to all that Raymond (never Ray) was a man of means and importance.
Raymond was connected. He was a lawyer on retainer with a number of very wealthy gentlemen of various backgrounds in the underworld. Gang members respected him and appreciated his efficiency at keeping them out of jail. The local DAs office hated the guy. He played the race card in court to his advantage so well that it seemed that they could barely get any convictions. He could convince a jury that these drug dealing criminals were simply misunderstood youths who had been abandoned by society. Raymond had also helped certain local people of means connect with the organized underworld for everything from access to ******** girls for sex to drugs to money laundering.
Raymond had grown up as a smart kid, and he used those smarts to get into college and law school. But he grew up in the rough part of town.. He knew the reality of the streets. He had done his share of petty thuggery and crime before he got out of high school. Nowadays, he operated in a classier environment, but the streets were never very far away.
As he took his keys from his pocket he noticed a scar on the door of his brand new car. He knelt down to look closer. Son of a Bitch! Not only was the paint scratched, but the metal was creased where someone's bumper had hit his car. He had just bought the damn thing and some inconsiderate asshole had dissed him by scratching it. His first thought was that it was deliberate, someone had seen a black guy in a rich man's car and wanted to bring him down a peg. Well, they hadn't seen Raymond Johnson in action. The only person moving down was going to be the little shit that had scratched his car.
Raymond's jaw was clenched as he stood up and looked around the lot. He was well and truly pissed off. As he stood there looking for anyone that looked guilty, he noticed a sign on a nearby light pole. It stated that the parking lot was under 24 hour video surveillance. He relaxed his jaw into a smile. Twenty minutes later, with the help of a hundred dollar tip to a senior citizen security guard, he had a video cassette with Jill's driving recorded for posterity.
As he drove home, Raymond thought about the woman he had seen in the video. She had long sandy blond hair, nice tanned legs that were shown off by a pair of tight shorts, and a fabulous ass that was hypnotizing to watch. She was obviously a woman in touch with her womanhood. He had noticed the glint of sunlight from a wedding ring on her had as she reached for her car door. Raymond decided that he would find out more about this little cutie and extract a fitting price for scratching his car. He smiled to himself, he thought he knew just what would fit - and where!
He reached for his cell phone and dialed his office. "Marie, call the dealer and have them send a loaner car to the office. I want it there in ten minutes. They can pick this thing up and take it back when I get there.What?.No, someone scratched it up. Also call the investigator, not Marcus, use Sam for this one - I need someone that looks legit. Tell him I want everything there is to know about the owner of the car with the license plate JDT-234. If it is a guy, I want everything on him and his wife. I want it by the end of the week. You got all that? Also, have that new girl in my office when I get there, I need some relaxation." He hung up and smiled, thinking about the great tits on the new receptionist.
One week later..
Laura Weldon looked herself over one last time before getting out of the car. Hair, nails, makeup, clothes - all very suburban, all very normal, which was definitely not normal for Laura. She looked in her purse to make sure she had the little vial of liquid that Raymond had given her. Every thing was all together. She was ready for her mission.
She got out of the car and walked up the steps of the stilt house, double checking the address before she went up. Laura heard music through the door as she knocked on it. The door opened and a pretty blonde in a long T-shirt stood there.
"Hi. I'm Laura Weldon from the Johnson and Associates law firm here in town. I have a couple of questions that my boss sent me to get answered."
"Well.I am kind of busy. What is this about?" asked Jill.
"One of our clients, I really can't say who, was accused of a hit and run offense last week. One of the witnesses gave us license plate number of your car and said that your car was driving by when this happened. When I drove up and looked at your car just now, it was clear that you are not driving a gray Mercedes. If I could get a little information from you, I think we can prove that this witness is mistaken about the plate number and it will help our case."
Jill thought a moment, then said, "I guess I have time, it is my day off. Come on in, it must be hot out there."
Jill led Laura to the kitchen table, where they sat. Laura took out a legal pad an began questioning Jill about her car, how long he had had it, how long the plates had been on it, and where she was last week. After about ten minutes of questions, Jill asked "Care for some coffee?"
Laura sighed. She had been worried that Jill would never offer. "Yes, please."
Jill brought the coffee over and they continued the legal questions. When Laura took her first sip of her coffee, she mad a face and said, "I'm sorry, I am such a baby. Could I please get just a little more cream in this?"
As Jill opened the refrigerator, Laura emptied the vial of clear fluid into Jill's coffee. "Done!" She thought to herself. Raymond will be happy.
The liquid dissolved Rohypnol, a sleeping pill illegal in the United States, but available on the black market. It is also known as one of the "Date ****" drugs. In the right dosage it can cause giddiness and relaxed judgment. Later, after it has worn off, it can produce amnesia over the previous 16-24 hours.
Jill woke up that night when Gary got in from the late shift. She was groggy and confused about the day. She only remembered fragments from early in the morning. She didn't remember going to bed at all.
Gary asked, "How was the day?"
"Oh, OK. I guess," Jill replied groggily. "I must be fighting off a bug or something. I'm really tired."
Gary climbed in bed and snuggled behind Jill. "I guess your secret lovers wore you out today." He teased as he cupped her breast.
Jill smiled, "That must have been it. All of those guys just wore me out." She snuggled into Gary and fell back to sleep. The next morning, after showering and dressing in a short sundress, Jill checked the calendar for the third time that morning. She had managed to lose an entire day. It was a bit scary. The calendar showed that Gary worked early and that she worked late today. "At least I can catch up on the housework I didn't get done yesterday," she thought.
Around ten the next morning there was a knock on the door. When Jill answered, a delivery boy handed her a thick envelope. After signing for the delivery and closing the door, she opened the envelope as she walked back to the kitchen. It contained an unmarked video tape and another, smaller, envelope. On the cover of this new envelope was a neatly penned note:
Jill,
Watch the tape before you open this envelope.
R
Puzzled, Jill went to the living room and put the tape into the video player. She sat on the couch and waited to see what came up.
As the tape started, Jill thought that the whole thing might be a continuation of the sexy games she and her husband Gary had been playing lately. She and Gary both enjoyed fantasizing about scenarios in which Jill had sex with a black man. They cruised the internet, looking for hot stories about wives with black lovers. They would play in bed talking about situations where Jill would have sex with a black man. Sometimes, when they were out at a club, Gary would ask Jill which of the men at the club she would fuck. "This tape must be a continuation of our sexy game," Jill thought to herself, "Gary must have found a sexy porn video with a black guy giving it to a white slut."
A tingle of excitement ran through Jill as the picture came up. She figured that Gary had gone all out for her this time. A well dressed handsome black man was seated at an expensive desk. He was looking straight at the camera with such intensity that Jill felt as if he was looking right at her through the TV. She felt her nipples tighten at the intensity of his look.
He spoke, "Hello Jill. My name is Raymond." Jill hit the pause button. Gary had gone all out on this little fantasy adventure. He must have got some guy to make this tape just for her. She smiled. It was so nice to be married to a guy who was so imaginative. Jill squeezed her thighs together, feeling the pressure on her dampening pussy. She took a breath and restarted the tape.
"I hope this little message finds you doing well," Raymond's deep voice continued, "I know it is a bit unusual, but if you bear with me you will understand everything soon." He smiled, his white teeth all the whiter in contrast with his skin. Jill shivered.
"You made two mistakes the other day. You caused me a great deal of displeasure. Fortunately for you, I can be a fair man. I will give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. Before I get into the details of your redemption, I am going to show you your mistakes."
Jill frowned, this didn't really sound like something Gary would have had this guy say. It didn't sound like any of the fantasy scenarios they had built together. This guy came across as pretty serious. Confused, she hit the play button and watched as the tape played on.
"Your first mistake, Jill, was the result of carelessness." The scene cut from the handsome Raymond to a slightly grainy black and white image of a parking lot. "I had this edited a bit so you can clearly see what is happening. Just watch the highlighted part of the picture."
Jill leaned forward as the picture darkened slightly. There was an oval left which stayed lit. It was centered on the doors of a grocery store.
"That looks like the shopping center just up the road." She thought to herself. Then she gasped as she saw herself come out of the doors and move across the parking lot. As she moved out of the range of the camera view, the scene jumped to a different camera. This one was almost directly behind her car. Jill had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew what was going to follow.
Jill bit the knuckles of her right hand as she watched herself back into the Cadillac parked next to her Honda. She winced as she saw the Caddy shake when she first made contact with it. She closed her eyes when she saw herself look guiltily around the parking lot, then drive off. Jill knew this was no sex game from Gary. This was a pissed off rich guy. She knew she was in real trouble.
"Since the security cameras don't show it very well, I took a little video of what you did to my new car." Raymond's deep voice sounded more threatening than sexy now. "The dealer says that it will be at least three thousand dollars to repair and repaint everything."
The TV showed a crease that ran from the front quarter panel to the rear door. The paint was scratched and the bent metal gleamed in the sunshine.
Three thousand dollars! Jill knew that she and Gary didn't have that kind of money laying around. This was going to really be bad. She didn't want to watch any more of the tape. Feeling ill she stopped the tape and sat on the couch trembling. What would she do? As she calmed down, she remembered that Raymond had said that he wanted to be fair. Maybe, just maybe, he was wealthy enough that the money didn't matter so much. Maybe a sincere apology was what he was after.
Clinging to that bit of wild hope, Jill restarted the tape. The picture jumped back to Raymond. "First you were careless in your driving. That was bad. That little car of yours has plenty of maneuverability. You should have been able to get out of the parking space without any problem. But then you had to compound that mistake by driving off without even doing the courtesy of leaving a note. That was very disrespectful, Jill."
Jill clenched her fists in frustration. She knew she should not have driven off. That was such a dumb thing to do. Now it was here to haunt her.
Raymond went on to detail the various laws that Jill had broken by leaving the scene of her accident. Then he leaned forward, his eyes pierced her, "Jill, as I said before, you were disrespectful to me. " He paused, "But I can be a forgiving man. In the envelope that accompanied this video is a means of contacting me. If you get in touch with me immediately, I might be inclined to find a way in my heart to forgive you." He leaned back in his chair with his fingertips pressed together. "Remember now, you have to act immediately."
The tape faded to static. Jill removed it from the player and turned off the TV. When she tore open the envelope, all she found was a telephone number printed on a small card. She sat for a moment, gathering herself and trying to get composed enough to make the call. With a trembling hand she reached for the phone and punched in the number. In an anticlimax, the number reached a beeper system. She punched in her own phone number and hung up. She started pacing and worrying about what to say to Raymond when he called.
Se was upset when the doorbell rang less than a minute after she had called the number. She had to get rid of whoever it was before Raymond called her back. She pulled the door open to see a tall slender woman in nice business dress standing in front of her. "Yes?"
"Mrs. Foster, I'm Laura Weldon, Raymond sent me to bring you to his office."
Jill was stunned. Not just at the speed of this response, but that something about Laura Weldon struck her as very familiar. "I.uh.How?.When?" she stammered.
Laura held up a beeper, "He told me to wait here this morning and pick you up when you called the beeper. If you could please give me the video and the card with the beeper number, then we can go." She pointed back to a black limo parked out on the street, "If you are ready?"
"No. I mean.just give me a couple of minutes to get ready. When will I be back? I have to be at work this afternoon." Said Jill.
"Raymond has taken care of everything, He arranged for you to have the day off from work. They won't be looking for you this afternoon. Why don't you get your things and we can go. What you have on is fine, it is just an informal meeting."
Jill was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse. Her long hair was just pulled back in a long pony tail.
"OK, let me just grab my purse and we can go then." Said Jill, hoping that all of this meant that this Raymond would be willing to accept a sincere apology.
The ride into town was quiet. Jill's attempts to engage Laura in a discussion all failed. Laura simply explained that Raymond would explain everything. Jill sat back and tried to relax and enjoy the limo ride.
The driver pulled up in front of one of the largest office buildings in town. He held the door for both ladies. Laura led Jill to an elevator that required a special key to work. Inside the elevator, the button for the 16th floor was lit when they got in. The sinking feeling Jill had been nursing all day made the ride seem endless. She fretted and worried that she would not be able to satisfy Raymond with an apology and that he would end up pressing charges against her.
A beautiful young black girl sat at the receptionist station in front of them when the elevator doors opened. Laura said, "Hi Janey, this is Mrs. Foster. She is here to see Mr. Johnson."
"Sure, he's expecting her. Do you have the tape?" asked the receptionist.
"Right here."
"Alright, I just buzzed Marie, she'll take her back"
A striking woman walked up a moment later. She was very short, maybe five feet tall, very trim, with black hair and bright green eyes that were almost hypnotic to see. "Hello Mrs. Foster. I'm Marie, Mr. Johnson's assistant. Just come with me. Mr. Johnson is looking forward to seeing you.
She led Jill down the hall to a pair of oversized double doors. As she reached for the door handle, she said to Jill. "Don't worry. Raymond seems very tough, but I think he will like you. It will all be just fine."
Feeling a wave of relief run through her body, Jill smiled a thank you at her new found friend. Marie opened the door and let her in. "Mr. Johnson, this is Jill Foster. I'll be at my desk." Said Marie as she closed the door behind Jill and left.
Raymond looked up and smiled, "Welcome Jill. It is so nice to meet you."
He walked around his desk and reached his hand out to shake Jill's hand. She couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement when they shook. His dark black hand engulfed hers. The color contrast was startling.
He guided her to a sofa to the side of the room. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, Tea?"
"No thank you Mr. Johnson, I'm fine." Jill's voice sounded faint to herself. She felt overwhelmed by this man's presence. She felt shy and off balance.
Raymond sat on the chair next to the couch. "I'm so glad you responded to my message so quickly. I hope it means that we can resolve things between us without any distasteful unpleasantness."
"Oh. I hope so too." Said Jill, as the apology that she had been working on for the entire trip over gushing out. "I know what I did was wrong, and I want to offer you a sincere apology for what I did. I should have been more careful, and I should never have left after bumping your car like that. I want to make it right. I don't have the money to pay you to fix your car, but I can give you some every month if you would let me."
Jill hoped that the offer of remuneration would satisfy this obviously wealthy man and that he would let it go with the apology.
"Thank you for the apology. I think we are off to a good start here, Jill." The big man leaned back in his chair and crossed an ankle over his knee. This movement pulled his pants tight against his groin, displaying a hefty bulge. "My Grandmother was a very strict old lady, but she was very smart too. One of the things she taught me was that the words 'I'm sorry' were only the smallest part of an apology."
Jill's stomach twisted. What did he want from her? Where was this leading?
"She said that an apology consisted of three things. First, an admission of guilt. I think we can say that you took care of that for me by coming here. Second, there should be an honest expression of sorrow that you caused someone harm. Now a cynic might say that you haven't met the mark here. He might say that you are just sorry that you got caught." Raymond paused, letting the tension build. "But I am not a cynic. I believe in the goodness of people. I am willing to let your expression of sorrow for your actions stand as meeting the second criterion."
Jill almost fainted with relief. Things were going to be fine. She smiled at Raymond, encouraging him to go on.
"The third and final part of an apology, according to my Grandmother, was an attempt to make right what ever the wrong was. Now you said that you can't pay me right away for the repairs to my car, and I'm sure you can't reimburse me for the inconvenience of having to have it fixed. While I appreciate the offer of weekly payments, you have to understand that I am a lawyer, not a banker. I don't think that will work."
Jill felt tears coming to her eyes. "But I don't have enough."
Raymond leaned forward, "This is where I am willing to be flexible. I am willing to let you work off your debt to me. I will give you a job here in the office. As part of the deal, I keep half your wages until we are even. I know what you are making now, I'm willing to double what they are paying you. That way you won't even miss the money you are paying me."
Jill was surprised. Double her salary. That would be incredible.too incredible. "Why would you do that Mr. Johnson? It doesn't seem like you get much out of the deal."
"But I would, Jill." Raymond smiled confidently. He picked up the phone and told Laura to join them. "I would get a lot out of the deal. You see, the work you do for me would bring me great satisfaction."
Laura Weldon came into the office and walked up to Raymond. "Show Jill what you do best, Laura." said Raymond.
Laura knelt down between Raymond's legs, unzipped his pants, and withdrew his black cock. She stroked it a couple of times. Then she glanced at Jill, winked, and then she sucked Raymond's cock into her mouth.
Jill sat frozen in place. She could not believe what she was seeing. This well dressed business woman was casually sucking on the thick black cock. Her pale skin contrasting with the darkness of his. Jill could see the shine of her saliva on his skin. She didn't know what to do. One minute she was having a perfectly "acceptable" discussion with a businessman in his office, the next she was the audience for an X rated display.
Jill was experience a confusion of emotions. She was shocked at what was happening. She could feel the weight of her societal and cultural upbringing telling her that a wanton public display like this, especially one crossing racial boundaries, was bad. At the same time, it was fascinating, even exciting, to watch. Laura was going for the gold from the moment her lips touched his cock. No teasing, no gentle licking. She was stroking him from base to head and twisting her head around his black cock hard and fast. Jill felt a thrill run through her. This was so close to the fantasies she and Gary had.
It didn't take long for Raymond to come. Laura's head froze over his cock. She looked like she was trying to suck his balls through his dick. Jill had never seen anything like it. Finally, Raymond relaxed. Laura raised up and looked right at Jill. She smiled and licked her wet lips. Then she carefully put Raymond's still-half-hard penis back in his pants and zipped them up. She left the room without having spoken a word.
Raymond looked over at Jill as the door shut behind Laura. "You see Jill? Great satisfaction."
Jill was still in shock over the whole thing. He would let her pay for the damage to the car with sex. It was one thing to imagine kinky stuff in bed with Gary. Heck, it was even OK for her to get a little thrill from having watched that little display Raymond just put on. But to actually do something.no way. He was going way to far. "Mr. Johnson, I don't know what kind of operation you are running here, and I frankly don't care. I am a happily married woman. I was raised with certain values and standards of behavior. I have offered to make the damage to your car right the best I know how. What you are suggesting is wrong and I won't be a party to it."
Jill stood to leave. Raymond picked up a remote controller and said, "Before you leave, Jill, you might want to watch this." He pointed the remote at a TV and VCR set into the bookshelf across from his desk.
What Jill saw froze her in place. It was another security camera video of her in the parking lot. This time it showed her and an unidentifiable person standing next to her car. A young black boy came up to Jill and handed her money. In return, Jill reached into the car and pulled out a small bag and handed it to the boy. He then turned and walked off. There were ten minutes of "deals" spliced together on the video that Raymond showed her.
Jill was aghast. She had no idea how this video was made. She had never done anything like this, but it was clearly her in the video. You could see the license plate on the car, it was hers. It looked for all the world that Jill was dealing drugs to school age kids in the supermarket parking lot. Jill was speechless. She turned and stammered to Raymond, "Wha..how?.I never."
"Yes you did. As you can see on the tape yourself." Raymond said. "You just don't remember it, that's all. Now, by itself, this might not be enough to convict you if it showed up in the mail to the local Vice Squad. But if one or two of my little friends there were to swear that you are their connection..well Jill, let's just say that you might be in need of my professional services." He went on to explain about the Rohypnol.
Raymond stood and walked to Jill. He was much taller than she was. When he moved close to her it seemed that he engulfed her with his presence. She craned her neck to look up at him. Her heart was pounding, her head was a confused mass of things. He stood so close that she could smell him. No perfume or after shave, just a strong scent that seemed to make her knees week.
Raymond said, "I know that you are in a bit of shock right now, Jill." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I will give you a day to ponder things. Laura will pick you up tomorrow at eight-thirty and bring you back here. We will talk about the details of our agreement then." With that, Raymond reached around and pulled Jill's body tightly against his. She felt his hard cock pressing against her. He lowered his head and kissed Jill deeply. She clamped her teeth at first, but when he grasped the back of her neck and gently squeezed in a silent threat, she relaxed and let the black man have access to her mouth. His tongue probed her mouth, it stroked her tongue, he sucked on her lips. Jill's knees melted. The only reason she hadn't fallen to the ground was that Raymond was holding her up.
He finished the kiss and guided her to the door. "I think we both know what the answer will be, Jill. You just have to let yourself go. " As the door shut, Jill could hear him laugh.
The walk back to the limo and the ride home were a blur. Jill was in shock. Her original fear and concerns about scratching the Cadillac were enough to be upsetting. To add to that the blackmail was almost more than she could take. Jill staggered up the steps to her front door more in shock than not.
When she had composed herself, she called in to work. Sure enough, her boss told her that Raymond Johnson was a part owner of the restaurant. He congratulated her on being promoted and hired to work at Raymond's office. Jill mumbled a dispirited thanks and hung up the phone. He had her coming and going. She didn't know what to do.
That afternoon Gary was happily surprised to find Jill home when he got in from work. "Hi, Hon! You still feeling under the weather, I thought you had work."
Jill was sitting on the couch wearing an old T-shirt of Gary's. Her bare long legs were tucked up under her where she sat. "No," She said. "They messed up the schedule. I got off early."
She followed Gary into the bedroom and watched him changing out of his work clothes. When he was down to underwear, she stepped up behind him and pressed herself against his body. It felt so good, so familiar. She reached around and stroked his chest.
"Mmmm.baby. That's nice." Said Gary as he felt her embrace.
Jill guided Gary to the bed, pulled his underwear off, and sat him down on the edge. Then she knelt between his legs with her hands on his thighs. As her mouth closed over the head of his cock, she closed her eyes. In her mind she saw Laura's mouth closing over the dark skin of Raymond's cock. Running that scene through her mind, Jill attacked Gary's cock. Stroking with her hands as she bobbed and twisted her head, she sought to make him come. Her efforts were quickly paid off. It didn't take long before Gary arched back and she felt the bottom of his cock pulsating as he came into her mouth. Jill slowed her assault, but continued gently tonguing and sucking on his sensitive member.
"Oh God. That was incredible. What brought that on?" Asked Gary.
Jill paused in her sucking, "You just looked tense. I thought I'd help you relax."
"Remind me to come home tense more often."
Jill stood and skinned the oversized T-shirt off over her head. She stood nude in front of Gary. He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and touched her soaking pubes. Jill shivered. He slipped a finger into her pussy and stroked her clit with his thumb. That was all it took. Jill came from that brief contact. In her mind she remembered the feel and taste of Raymond's tongue as her husband held her pussy in his hand as she shuddered and trembled in her first orgasm of the evening.
That night, after a marathon session in bed, Jill sat up staring across the dark room listening to Gary sleep. It was one thing to fantasize and play the games they did. Pretending that she just came back from a lover or reading stories was healthy and fun. Actually doing something outside of the bonds of marriage was a whole different story. The reality of Raymond's demands scared Jill to death. She couldn't tell Gary what was happening. How could he, how could anyone, believe that she was drugged and had no memories of selling drugs to those kids. She had to find a way out of this jam. Jill tossed and turned trying to figure out what to do, but the last thought that passed through her mind as she fell asleep was what Raymond's cock had felt like pressed against her belly as he kissed her in his office.
Jill felt numb as she sat and filled out the paperwork for her new job. It seemed so normal; IRS forms, personnel forms, even health insurance forms. This job offer great benefits that she knew she would never see working at the restaurant. But hanging over her every second of the mundane paperwork was the thought of Raymond and the events she witnessed in his office.
Jill knew that Raymond was planning on having sex with her. She also knew that she was excited at the prospect. At the same time, though, she was terrified. She was a good wife. She had always been a "good" girl. Some of her friends in school had been with a bunch of guys, but for Jill it had just been Tommy on the night of the prom, and then Gary after they had been dating a while. The fantasy games with Gary had been fun, but they were fun because they were safe. This was real life and it terrified her.
Jill was startled from her thoughts by the approach of Laura Weldon, who picked up the papers and dropped them into a file folder. Then she stood back and looked Jill up and down, shaking her head.
"Sweet heart, we have a dress code here at the office, and those duds just won't cut it." Laura tsked. "We have an appointment for you to have your hair and nails done at 3:00. I will take you out to shop for some new things this afternoon before then, but first, you have an appointment with Raymond at 10:00."
Jill looked at her watch - 9:45. She had fifteen minutes to find a way to stall this. If she could just put it off for a day or two, she might be able to find a way out of this mess. Laura led her to the powder room and instructed her to freshen up. As Jill looked at herself in the mirror, she took stock of her appearance. The "business" outfit she had picked up at Wal-Mart was ok, but clearly not top quality. Her hair was combed and nice, but she had deliberately kept it simple today. Her make-up was subdued and plain. She had gone out of her way to downplay her natural sexiness.
She bit her lip as she looked at herself. For all of her fear, for all of the anxiety, for all of her wanting to find a way out of this, there was a tingle deep in her belly. That tingle increased as she remembered the feeling of Raymond's bulge against her belly yesterday afternoon. Jill quickly looked away from the mirror, afraid to face the lust that must be written across her face. She washed up and powdered her nose, then she met Laura in the hall.
Laura led her to Raymond's office. As they passed the receptionist's desk Jill noticed the girl looking at her with a smirk. "Oh, God! They all know. They know I am being led in there for this." She blushed and lowered her eyes.
Laura opened Raymond's door. Jill looked inside. Raymond was not in the office. Laura led Jill to the couch and told her to sit down. She explained that Raymond would be back in just a minute. Then she sat next to Jill and took her hand.
"Don't worry honey. You'll be just fine. You shouldn't be trembling like that." She reached up and brushed a stray lock off of Jill's cheek. Then she leaned close to Jill. "Raymond is wonderful. You'll see," she whispered into Jill's ear. Then she gave Jill a kiss on the cheek that was somehow just as innocent as it was sexy. Laura left the room and closed the heavy doors behind her, leaving Jill to wait breathlessly.
After a few minutes a door into the office that she hadn't noticed opened and Raymond walked in. He strode purposefully across the office and sat at his desk without acknowledging Jill's presence. He picked up the phone and had a brief conversation. Jill sat uncomfortably, waiting, fearing, and also somehow.wanting.
Raymond hung up the phone and fixed his attention on Jill. She was sitting there like a deer in headlights. He felt a stir in his pants. Raymond knew this was going to be fun. He walked over to Jill and stood in front of her. He was wearing a white shirt and a hand painted silk tie. Paisley braces were attached to his pants. Somehow, they looked much better on him than the ones Larry King wears.
He reached down and gently tilted Jill's face up to his. His gaze penetrated. Jill felt like he could see everything in her mind as they looked at one another. Jill trembled. She felt her nipples tighten. She was ashamed of her body's reaction, it felt like a betrayal.
Raymond said, "Now is the time to let go, Jill. No rules, no taboos, no fears. I won't force you to take the next step. If you want, you can be given filing or receptionist duties until your debt to me is paid off."
Jill was completely confused. This is exactly what she thought she wanted. It was what she had been hoping for all day long. Yet, she felt disappointed. The confusion was too much to handle. Her eyes began to tear.
Raymond saw the tears and knew he had won. Jill didn't know it yet, but Raymond did. "I don't have time for this. I have work to do," he said. "I am going to get a blow job in the next minute. I don't care whether it comes from you or Laura. It's your choice. If you aren't going to do it, just pick up the phone and call Laura in here. Otherwise, you know what to do."
Jill froze in place for a moment. It was her moment of truth. What was she to do? Trembling, she slowly leaned forward and reached for the phone. She picked up the receiver and spoke to the receptionist. "Laura Weldon, please," she said.
She looked up. Raymond was still standing in front of her. As Laura came on the line, Jill noticed the outline of Raymond's cock through his trousers. She saw it give a little jerk. "Hi.Laura. It's me, Jill. Mr. Johnson wants." She paused looking back at Raymond's trousers. "It's ok. Never mind. Mr. Johnson needed something, but I think I can take care of it without having to bother you."
"I'm sure you can, honey. Have fun. When you are done, we'll go to lunch and then find you some clothes," replied Laura.
Jill placed the receiver back in its cradle. Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, she reached up and unfastened the Raymond's trousers. She grasped the zipper and lowered it. Blood rushed in her ears. Her vision tunneled to the point that all she could see was her hands and his zipper. Time seemed to stretch out. She felt as if she could have counted the teeth on the zipper as she lowered it.
Finally, with the zipper down, she reached into to his pants. She eased his ebony member out of his briefs and looked at it. It was half hard and felt heavy in her hand. She stroked it gently with her fingertip. Jill felt a trill of excitement when she saw it lurch as it hardened. With one hand gently holding his cock, Jill fished his dark balls out of his pants. She held them in one hand while she stroked his cock with the other. She was totally mesmerized with the size, color, and texture of Raymond's manhood.
Jill noticed the slickness of pre-cum that had covered the head of Raymond's cock. She lowered her head and breathed the musky smell. The smell reminded her of Gary and the many times she had done just this for her husband. A wave of guilt coursed through Jill's body. Tears sprang back to her eyes. How could she be doing this? She had an option. She could be answering phones or filing papers. Instead she was sitting here with this strange man's dick in her mouth. And just to make it worse, her body was responding to this situation. She felt her nipples tighten, her pussy was flooded. What kind of slut was she?
Jill continued to work Raymond's now hard cock and stroke his balls. She felt the head pushing at the back of her throat on the down stroke. She felt the crown kiss the inside of her lips as she pulled back. She paused there each time and sent her tongue across the head, teasing the pre-cum out with her tongue and stroking the shaft with her hand. Then she would sink back down until her nose was buried against his pubic bone. She continued this until she felt him reach down and hold her head still. She ovaled her lips and Raymond started pumping himself into and out of her mouth. Very soon after he pushed himself about half-way into her mouth and she felt the throbbing along the bottom of his cock and the tightening of his balls as he came into her mouth. She continued sucking and stroking long after he came.
Finally, Raymond pulled himself out of her mouth. Jill whimpered as he removed himself. Then she realized where she was and what she had just done. Guilt and shame ascended again. What if Gary ever found out. How could she have done that? Jill trembled at the confusion of guilt and residual sexual excitement. She sat at the edge of the couch with her eyes down. She couldn't look at the man she had just been so intimate with.
Raymond looked down at the housewife who had just given him the blowjob to end all blowjobs. This woman was an artist with her mouth. Hell, he would have paid as much for that BJ as he did for the car repair. He still felt week in the knees. It was as if she had run silk under his skin and pulled it out through his cock. He zipped and buttoned his trousers and walked out the door to his private rest room without saying a word. When he had composed himself he picked up the phone and instructed Laura on exactly what wanted for Jill.
That night, with a new wardrobe of very sexy clothes hidden in her closet, Jill told Gary that the owner of the restaurant invited her to work at his office. She said he noticed her hard work and good attitude and wanted to give her an opportunity to move up. Jill explained that she had gone to the beauty parlor that afternoon to have her long dark hair trimmed styled so that she would look professional in the office.
Gary was happy with the new opportunity and with the new hair style. Laura fairly glowed with good looks. After dinner he stood behind Jill and nibbled on her neck as she washed their dishes. The nibbles soon became gropes and kisses. With the last of the dishes still in the sink, he led Jill to the bedroom. She scrabbled at his clothes, all but tearing them off of him. Jill was a woman on fire this evening.
As soon as Gary and Jill were both nude and on the bed, she did something a bit out of the ordinary for them. She rolled Gary to his back and straddled his head. He loved going down on her this way, but she usually preferred to lie back and be more passive. Jill rode Gary's face for 30 minutes and a handful of orgasms. Then she slid back and impaled herself on his throbbing dick. She rocked her hips as she bent down and kissed and licked her own juices off of Gary's mouth and face. It only took minutes before they both had shaking orgasms.
As they were catching their breath afterwards, Jill listened as Gary's breathing deepened and fell into the regular breathing of sleep. Her own mind was awash with guilt and shame. Sex with Gary had been great, but all she had seen in her mind's eye through the whole episode had been Raymond's black cock in her hand. She cried herself to sleep.
Over the next four weeks Jill was the perfect wife at home with Gary and the total slut at work with Raymond. With only one or two exceptions, Raymond used her body once or twice a day at work. Often, he only had time to let her come suck him off. But the occasions when they had time to fuck were incredible. Jill gave herself completely to the sex, fucking and sucking with total abandon. She let him fuck her ass and spank her butt as he did it. She even fucked him in front of Laura, then showed Laura some fine points on giving head.
At the end of the work day, Jill would clean up and go home like a good office assistant. Gary knew nothing of her "work" life. All he knew was that Jill had become very aggressive in bed lately. They would screw themselves silly almost every night. Often, when he had been completely worn out, Jill would either ride his face until she was exhausted or she would take out her vibrator and put on the sexiest masturbation show Gary had ever seen. He didn't know what had gotten into Jill, but the new hair, the new clothes that were appearing, and the new attitude in bed were all great. He was riding high.
The day came at work when Jill was called to Raymond's office and was surprised to see that Raymond had someone in the office with him. This had never happened before. She stopped in the doorway confused. Raymond invited her in and introduced her to his business associate, Mr. Jones.
Jill shook hands with Mr. Jones, thinking that he must be some kind criminal that Raymond was helping. She had been around the office long enough to know type of business Raymond did. Mr. Jones was a tall slender Hispanic man in a very nice Miami type of suit. He seemed to exude money and slime at the same time.
"I was just telling Mr. Jones what an incredible asset you are to my firm, Jill," said Raymond. He shared a private smile with Mr. Jones. "I want you to show him what you do best."
Jill paused. For the first time since her initial act of sex with Raymond, she hesitated to do what he wanted. "You want me to.I mean.You.I.I don't understand."
Raymond stepped to Jill and bent his head to her ear. He whispered tightly, "Get on your knees and suck his dick like your life depends on it, bitch. Now!"
Jill moved. Soon enough, Mr. Jones was emptying his balls into her mouth. Jill ended up spending the afternoon fucking and sucking both men into exhaustion. By the end of the day, she had palm print on her ass and tits from the squeezing and slapping. Her right nipple sported a bite mark from Raymond. There was cum dried in her hair and all over her newly shaved pussy.
Jill cleaned up the best she could, but she still looked like she had spent the afternoon in debauchery. She hoped that Gary would not be around when she got in. She could hide most of the marks for the day or so they would take to fade, but if he saw her like this, he would know what was happening. Jill knew he would love the shaved pussy when he got to it. Jill was excited at the thought of showing it off to him in a couple of days.
That excitement carried her past the feelings of guilt and shame at her wanton behavior - at least it did while she was busy fucking and sucking. She had literally outfucked the two men that afternoon. When both Raymond and Mr. Jones were stretched out catching their breath and trying to recover, Jill was on her back on the coffee table with a vibrator sliding in and out of herself. Jill's face reddened at the memory. How could she be such a slut? How could she betray her husband like that? They were questions she often had lately. Although, she never let such questions slow her down when she was confronted with Raymond's hard cock.
Gary opened the front door and stepped into the living room. He didn't see Jill, but he could hear the shower running. He smiled. One of the summer interns at work had worn a tight white stretch top over a black mini-skirt today. He had spent most of the day thinking about her legs and the great nipples standing up through the top. Gary was ready to have some fun with his wife.
He heard the water stop and decided to start things off by drying Jill off. He stripped in the bedroom and pulled the bathroom door open. Jill was standing in front of the mirror examining her right breast. She looked up at Gary, shocked to see him, shocked to be caught.
Gary's smile was still frozen on his face as he took in the sight of his nude wife. She didn't have enough hands to hide all of the palm prints and love bites that were showing on her body. He saw the marks, but they didn't make any sense. He shook his head and looked again. Was standing in front of him with her face with her hands. He looked at the bite marks and the clear palm prints. How did those get there? Then he noticed her shaved crotch. Her pussy lips were red and distended. There was no question what had put his wife in this state.
Jill thought she would faint. Suddenly, the guilt and shame took on enormous proportions. She had cheated on her husband. She had cuckolded him. Her behavior had taken her beyond the acceptable norms of society. "Gary.I.Please let me explain."
Gary was still standing nude in the doorway. He was dumbstruck at the site of his very well fucked wife standing in front of him. His mouth gaped and he tried to answer Jill. No words came out.
Jill moved to Gary and draped her arms around his neck. "Baby, let me explain. I need your help. I need you.." She began to cry.
The naked crying woman pressed against him woke Gary up. He guided his sobbing wife from the bathroom into the bedroom. They sat on the bed and held each other for a while. Then, slowly at first, Jill began to explain her fall from grace. She left out not a single detail. When she described her internal conflict of loving the nasty sex and being mortified by it, Gary's cock began to twitch. By the time she described the final fuck of the afternoon, with both Raymond and Mr. Jones managing to stuff their cocks into her cunt at the same time. Gary had a raging hard on.
He looked at the love bites and slap marks. He could imagine the big black man's hands and lips on his wife. Shock and reason had disappeared, they were completely replaced with lust. Gary pushed Jill back and slipped between her legs. His cock slipped between her pussy lips like an oiled piston in its shaft. Jill started cumming almost immediately. Gary followed seconds later. The mental picture of Raymond fucking Jill had excited him beyond belief.
As they caught their breath, stretched across the bed and tangled with each other, Gary related his excitement at what Jill had told him. He told her about his fixation with seeing her fucking and sucking another man, particularly a black man.
"I know we have played fantasy games about this, honey, but I don't think I ever communicated just how much I wanted something like this. I have over 4 megabytes of files in my computer full of stories that I have read and saved. I spend my entire lunch break at work cruising the net, pulling down stories and reading them. I have even slipped out to the men's room to jerk off a few times when I have found an especially hot story. Lately, it is all I have thought about when we made love.
Jill felt a rush of relief. Gary seemed to understand and accept her strange desires. No matter what happened with Raymond, she and Gary would be ok. She still felt some shame at her wanton actions, but eventually she would come to realize that the feelings of shame and of doing something "wrong" were part of the thrill that drove her slutty actions. She was a risk taker, a person who enjoyed the thrill of pushing the envelope. She had chosen a sexual envelope to push rather than parachuting off of buildings or scaling cliffs. She would stay in Raymond's office and please him sexually. They wondered what would come next.
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She put on her sunglasses and started her ten year old Honda. As she eased her little red Accord back out of the parking spot, she heard a squeaky grinding sound. She stopped her car and looked around. Her front bumper was pressed up against the driver side door of the Caddy. Jill opened her door and stood up. Looking around, she didn't see anyone that looked like a distraught luxury car owner coming to sue, so she climbed back into her car and finished backing out. There was a two foot long dented scratch on the door of the Cadillac.
Jill sat in her car looking at the scratch. She looked at her watch, she knew she should try to wait for the owner, but she had to be at work on time. She thought about leaving a note, then decided with a guilty thrill that anyone who could own a fancy Cadillac like that could afford a little paint for a tiny scratch. She pulled out of the parking lot and promptly forgot the whole incident, not realizing that it was the first step down a sordid trail of sexual experiences.
Five minutes later, Raymond Johnson stepped out of the tailor shop next door to the supermarket. As he adjusted the mirror sunglasses on his broad nose he thought that it was funny that the best custom tailor in the area had chosen to locate in this little strip mall in suburbia. Mrs. Cho could have supported a lot nicer digs than this place. He shot the cuffs on his new shirt and smiled, his white teeth splitting his handsome dark face. She ought to be downtown making suits and shirts for the money men, not out here letting the seams out on cheap suits for the middle managers that lived around here.
The sun gleamed off of his glasses and his shaved head. Raymond was a large man, well over six feet tall and strongly muscled. He moved with confidence and authority, people moved out of his way as he walked across the sidewalk and into the parking lot. Raymond didn't notice, he just expected it. It was obvious to all that Raymond (never Ray) was a man of means and importance.
Raymond was connected. He was a lawyer on retainer with a number of very wealthy gentlemen of various backgrounds in the underworld. Gang members respected him and appreciated his efficiency at keeping them out of jail. The local DAs office hated the guy. He played the race card in court to his advantage so well that it seemed that they could barely get any convictions. He could convince a jury that these drug dealing criminals were simply misunderstood youths who had been abandoned by society. Raymond had also helped certain local people of means connect with the organized underworld for everything from access to ******** girls for sex to drugs to money laundering.
Raymond had grown up as a smart kid, and he used those smarts to get into college and law school. But he grew up in the rough part of town.. He knew the reality of the streets. He had done his share of petty thuggery and crime before he got out of high school. Nowadays, he operated in a classier environment, but the streets were never very far away.
As he took his keys from his pocket he noticed a scar on the door of his brand new car. He knelt down to look closer. Son of a Bitch! Not only was the paint scratched, but the metal was creased where someone's bumper had hit his car. He had just bought the damn thing and some inconsiderate asshole had dissed him by scratching it. His first thought was that it was deliberate, someone had seen a black guy in a rich man's car and wanted to bring him down a peg. Well, they hadn't seen Raymond Johnson in action. The only person moving down was going to be the little shit that had scratched his car.
Raymond's jaw was clenched as he stood up and looked around the lot. He was well and truly pissed off. As he stood there looking for anyone that looked guilty, he noticed a sign on a nearby light pole. It stated that the parking lot was under 24 hour video surveillance. He relaxed his jaw into a smile. Twenty minutes later, with the help of a hundred dollar tip to a senior citizen security guard, he had a video cassette with Jill's driving recorded for posterity.
As he drove home, Raymond thought about the woman he had seen in the video. She had long sandy blond hair, nice tanned legs that were shown off by a pair of tight shorts, and a fabulous ass that was hypnotizing to watch. She was obviously a woman in touch with her womanhood. He had noticed the glint of sunlight from a wedding ring on her had as she reached for her car door. Raymond decided that he would find out more about this little cutie and extract a fitting price for scratching his car. He smiled to himself, he thought he knew just what would fit - and where!
He reached for his cell phone and dialed his office. "Marie, call the dealer and have them send a loaner car to the office. I want it there in ten minutes. They can pick this thing up and take it back when I get there.What?.No, someone scratched it up. Also call the investigator, not Marcus, use Sam for this one - I need someone that looks legit. Tell him I want everything there is to know about the owner of the car with the license plate JDT-234. If it is a guy, I want everything on him and his wife. I want it by the end of the week. You got all that? Also, have that new girl in my office when I get there, I need some relaxation." He hung up and smiled, thinking about the great tits on the new receptionist.
One week later..
Laura Weldon looked herself over one last time before getting out of the car. Hair, nails, makeup, clothes - all very suburban, all very normal, which was definitely not normal for Laura. She looked in her purse to make sure she had the little vial of liquid that Raymond had given her. Every thing was all together. She was ready for her mission.
She got out of the car and walked up the steps of the stilt house, double checking the address before she went up. Laura heard music through the door as she knocked on it. The door opened and a pretty blonde in a long T-shirt stood there.
"Hi. I'm Laura Weldon from the Johnson and Associates law firm here in town. I have a couple of questions that my boss sent me to get answered."
"Well.I am kind of busy. What is this about?" asked Jill.
"One of our clients, I really can't say who, was accused of a hit and run offense last week. One of the witnesses gave us license plate number of your car and said that your car was driving by when this happened. When I drove up and looked at your car just now, it was clear that you are not driving a gray Mercedes. If I could get a little information from you, I think we can prove that this witness is mistaken about the plate number and it will help our case."
Jill thought a moment, then said, "I guess I have time, it is my day off. Come on in, it must be hot out there."
Jill led Laura to the kitchen table, where they sat. Laura took out a legal pad an began questioning Jill about her car, how long he had had it, how long the plates had been on it, and where she was last week. After about ten minutes of questions, Jill asked "Care for some coffee?"
Laura sighed. She had been worried that Jill would never offer. "Yes, please."
Jill brought the coffee over and they continued the legal questions. When Laura took her first sip of her coffee, she mad a face and said, "I'm sorry, I am such a baby. Could I please get just a little more cream in this?"
As Jill opened the refrigerator, Laura emptied the vial of clear fluid into Jill's coffee. "Done!" She thought to herself. Raymond will be happy.
The liquid dissolved Rohypnol, a sleeping pill illegal in the United States, but available on the black market. It is also known as one of the "Date ****" drugs. In the right dosage it can cause giddiness and relaxed judgment. Later, after it has worn off, it can produce amnesia over the previous 16-24 hours.
Jill woke up that night when Gary got in from the late shift. She was groggy and confused about the day. She only remembered fragments from early in the morning. She didn't remember going to bed at all.
Gary asked, "How was the day?"
"Oh, OK. I guess," Jill replied groggily. "I must be fighting off a bug or something. I'm really tired."
Gary climbed in bed and snuggled behind Jill. "I guess your secret lovers wore you out today." He teased as he cupped her breast.
Jill smiled, "That must have been it. All of those guys just wore me out." She snuggled into Gary and fell back to sleep. The next morning, after showering and dressing in a short sundress, Jill checked the calendar for the third time that morning. She had managed to lose an entire day. It was a bit scary. The calendar showed that Gary worked early and that she worked late today. "At least I can catch up on the housework I didn't get done yesterday," she thought.
Around ten the next morning there was a knock on the door. When Jill answered, a delivery boy handed her a thick envelope. After signing for the delivery and closing the door, she opened the envelope as she walked back to the kitchen. It contained an unmarked video tape and another, smaller, envelope. On the cover of this new envelope was a neatly penned note:
Jill,
Watch the tape before you open this envelope.
R
Puzzled, Jill went to the living room and put the tape into the video player. She sat on the couch and waited to see what came up.
As the tape started, Jill thought that the whole thing might be a continuation of the sexy games she and her husband Gary had been playing lately. She and Gary both enjoyed fantasizing about scenarios in which Jill had sex with a black man. They cruised the internet, looking for hot stories about wives with black lovers. They would play in bed talking about situations where Jill would have sex with a black man. Sometimes, when they were out at a club, Gary would ask Jill which of the men at the club she would fuck. "This tape must be a continuation of our sexy game," Jill thought to herself, "Gary must have found a sexy porn video with a black guy giving it to a white slut."
A tingle of excitement ran through Jill as the picture came up. She figured that Gary had gone all out for her this time. A well dressed handsome black man was seated at an expensive desk. He was looking straight at the camera with such intensity that Jill felt as if he was looking right at her through the TV. She felt her nipples tighten at the intensity of his look.
He spoke, "Hello Jill. My name is Raymond." Jill hit the pause button. Gary had gone all out on this little fantasy adventure. He must have got some guy to make this tape just for her. She smiled. It was so nice to be married to a guy who was so imaginative. Jill squeezed her thighs together, feeling the pressure on her dampening pussy. She took a breath and restarted the tape.
"I hope this little message finds you doing well," Raymond's deep voice continued, "I know it is a bit unusual, but if you bear with me you will understand everything soon." He smiled, his white teeth all the whiter in contrast with his skin. Jill shivered.
"You made two mistakes the other day. You caused me a great deal of displeasure. Fortunately for you, I can be a fair man. I will give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. Before I get into the details of your redemption, I am going to show you your mistakes."
Jill frowned, this didn't really sound like something Gary would have had this guy say. It didn't sound like any of the fantasy scenarios they had built together. This guy came across as pretty serious. Confused, she hit the play button and watched as the tape played on.
"Your first mistake, Jill, was the result of carelessness." The scene cut from the handsome Raymond to a slightly grainy black and white image of a parking lot. "I had this edited a bit so you can clearly see what is happening. Just watch the highlighted part of the picture."
Jill leaned forward as the picture darkened slightly. There was an oval left which stayed lit. It was centered on the doors of a grocery store.
"That looks like the shopping center just up the road." She thought to herself. Then she gasped as she saw herself come out of the doors and move across the parking lot. As she moved out of the range of the camera view, the scene jumped to a different camera. This one was almost directly behind her car. Jill had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew what was going to follow.
Jill bit the knuckles of her right hand as she watched herself back into the Cadillac parked next to her Honda. She winced as she saw the Caddy shake when she first made contact with it. She closed her eyes when she saw herself look guiltily around the parking lot, then drive off. Jill knew this was no sex game from Gary. This was a pissed off rich guy. She knew she was in real trouble.
"Since the security cameras don't show it very well, I took a little video of what you did to my new car." Raymond's deep voice sounded more threatening than sexy now. "The dealer says that it will be at least three thousand dollars to repair and repaint everything."
The TV showed a crease that ran from the front quarter panel to the rear door. The paint was scratched and the bent metal gleamed in the sunshine.
Three thousand dollars! Jill knew that she and Gary didn't have that kind of money laying around. This was going to really be bad. She didn't want to watch any more of the tape. Feeling ill she stopped the tape and sat on the couch trembling. What would she do? As she calmed down, she remembered that Raymond had said that he wanted to be fair. Maybe, just maybe, he was wealthy enough that the money didn't matter so much. Maybe a sincere apology was what he was after.
Clinging to that bit of wild hope, Jill restarted the tape. The picture jumped back to Raymond. "First you were careless in your driving. That was bad. That little car of yours has plenty of maneuverability. You should have been able to get out of the parking space without any problem. But then you had to compound that mistake by driving off without even doing the courtesy of leaving a note. That was very disrespectful, Jill."
Jill clenched her fists in frustration. She knew she should not have driven off. That was such a dumb thing to do. Now it was here to haunt her.
Raymond went on to detail the various laws that Jill had broken by leaving the scene of her accident. Then he leaned forward, his eyes pierced her, "Jill, as I said before, you were disrespectful to me. " He paused, "But I can be a forgiving man. In the envelope that accompanied this video is a means of contacting me. If you get in touch with me immediately, I might be inclined to find a way in my heart to forgive you." He leaned back in his chair with his fingertips pressed together. "Remember now, you have to act immediately."
The tape faded to static. Jill removed it from the player and turned off the TV. When she tore open the envelope, all she found was a telephone number printed on a small card. She sat for a moment, gathering herself and trying to get composed enough to make the call. With a trembling hand she reached for the phone and punched in the number. In an anticlimax, the number reached a beeper system. She punched in her own phone number and hung up. She started pacing and worrying about what to say to Raymond when he called.
Se was upset when the doorbell rang less than a minute after she had called the number. She had to get rid of whoever it was before Raymond called her back. She pulled the door open to see a tall slender woman in nice business dress standing in front of her. "Yes?"
"Mrs. Foster, I'm Laura Weldon, Raymond sent me to bring you to his office."
Jill was stunned. Not just at the speed of this response, but that something about Laura Weldon struck her as very familiar. "I.uh.How?.When?" she stammered.
Laura held up a beeper, "He told me to wait here this morning and pick you up when you called the beeper. If you could please give me the video and the card with the beeper number, then we can go." She pointed back to a black limo parked out on the street, "If you are ready?"
"No. I mean.just give me a couple of minutes to get ready. When will I be back? I have to be at work this afternoon." Said Jill.
"Raymond has taken care of everything, He arranged for you to have the day off from work. They won't be looking for you this afternoon. Why don't you get your things and we can go. What you have on is fine, it is just an informal meeting."
Jill was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse. Her long hair was just pulled back in a long pony tail.
"OK, let me just grab my purse and we can go then." Said Jill, hoping that all of this meant that this Raymond would be willing to accept a sincere apology.
The ride into town was quiet. Jill's attempts to engage Laura in a discussion all failed. Laura simply explained that Raymond would explain everything. Jill sat back and tried to relax and enjoy the limo ride.
The driver pulled up in front of one of the largest office buildings in town. He held the door for both ladies. Laura led Jill to an elevator that required a special key to work. Inside the elevator, the button for the 16th floor was lit when they got in. The sinking feeling Jill had been nursing all day made the ride seem endless. She fretted and worried that she would not be able to satisfy Raymond with an apology and that he would end up pressing charges against her.
A beautiful young black girl sat at the receptionist station in front of them when the elevator doors opened. Laura said, "Hi Janey, this is Mrs. Foster. She is here to see Mr. Johnson."
"Sure, he's expecting her. Do you have the tape?" asked the receptionist.
"Right here."
"Alright, I just buzzed Marie, she'll take her back"
A striking woman walked up a moment later. She was very short, maybe five feet tall, very trim, with black hair and bright green eyes that were almost hypnotic to see. "Hello Mrs. Foster. I'm Marie, Mr. Johnson's assistant. Just come with me. Mr. Johnson is looking forward to seeing you.
She led Jill down the hall to a pair of oversized double doors. As she reached for the door handle, she said to Jill. "Don't worry. Raymond seems very tough, but I think he will like you. It will all be just fine."
Feeling a wave of relief run through her body, Jill smiled a thank you at her new found friend. Marie opened the door and let her in. "Mr. Johnson, this is Jill Foster. I'll be at my desk." Said Marie as she closed the door behind Jill and left.
Raymond looked up and smiled, "Welcome Jill. It is so nice to meet you."
He walked around his desk and reached his hand out to shake Jill's hand. She couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement when they shook. His dark black hand engulfed hers. The color contrast was startling.
He guided her to a sofa to the side of the room. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, Tea?"
"No thank you Mr. Johnson, I'm fine." Jill's voice sounded faint to herself. She felt overwhelmed by this man's presence. She felt shy and off balance.
Raymond sat on the chair next to the couch. "I'm so glad you responded to my message so quickly. I hope it means that we can resolve things between us without any distasteful unpleasantness."
"Oh. I hope so too." Said Jill, as the apology that she had been working on for the entire trip over gushing out. "I know what I did was wrong, and I want to offer you a sincere apology for what I did. I should have been more careful, and I should never have left after bumping your car like that. I want to make it right. I don't have the money to pay you to fix your car, but I can give you some every month if you would let me."
Jill hoped that the offer of remuneration would satisfy this obviously wealthy man and that he would let it go with the apology.
"Thank you for the apology. I think we are off to a good start here, Jill." The big man leaned back in his chair and crossed an ankle over his knee. This movement pulled his pants tight against his groin, displaying a hefty bulge. "My Grandmother was a very strict old lady, but she was very smart too. One of the things she taught me was that the words 'I'm sorry' were only the smallest part of an apology."
Jill's stomach twisted. What did he want from her? Where was this leading?
"She said that an apology consisted of three things. First, an admission of guilt. I think we can say that you took care of that for me by coming here. Second, there should be an honest expression of sorrow that you caused someone harm. Now a cynic might say that you haven't met the mark here. He might say that you are just sorry that you got caught." Raymond paused, letting the tension build. "But I am not a cynic. I believe in the goodness of people. I am willing to let your expression of sorrow for your actions stand as meeting the second criterion."
Jill almost fainted with relief. Things were going to be fine. She smiled at Raymond, encouraging him to go on.
"The third and final part of an apology, according to my Grandmother, was an attempt to make right what ever the wrong was. Now you said that you can't pay me right away for the repairs to my car, and I'm sure you can't reimburse me for the inconvenience of having to have it fixed. While I appreciate the offer of weekly payments, you have to understand that I am a lawyer, not a banker. I don't think that will work."
Jill felt tears coming to her eyes. "But I don't have enough."
Raymond leaned forward, "This is where I am willing to be flexible. I am willing to let you work off your debt to me. I will give you a job here in the office. As part of the deal, I keep half your wages until we are even. I know what you are making now, I'm willing to double what they are paying you. That way you won't even miss the money you are paying me."
Jill was surprised. Double her salary. That would be incredible.too incredible. "Why would you do that Mr. Johnson? It doesn't seem like you get much out of the deal."
"But I would, Jill." Raymond smiled confidently. He picked up the phone and told Laura to join them. "I would get a lot out of the deal. You see, the work you do for me would bring me great satisfaction."
Laura Weldon came into the office and walked up to Raymond. "Show Jill what you do best, Laura." said Raymond.
Laura knelt down between Raymond's legs, unzipped his pants, and withdrew his black cock. She stroked it a couple of times. Then she glanced at Jill, winked, and then she sucked Raymond's cock into her mouth.
Jill sat frozen in place. She could not believe what she was seeing. This well dressed business woman was casually sucking on the thick black cock. Her pale skin contrasting with the darkness of his. Jill could see the shine of her saliva on his skin. She didn't know what to do. One minute she was having a perfectly "acceptable" discussion with a businessman in his office, the next she was the audience for an X rated display.
Jill was experience a confusion of emotions. She was shocked at what was happening. She could feel the weight of her societal and cultural upbringing telling her that a wanton public display like this, especially one crossing racial boundaries, was bad. At the same time, it was fascinating, even exciting, to watch. Laura was going for the gold from the moment her lips touched his cock. No teasing, no gentle licking. She was stroking him from base to head and twisting her head around his black cock hard and fast. Jill felt a thrill run through her. This was so close to the fantasies she and Gary had.
It didn't take long for Raymond to come. Laura's head froze over his cock. She looked like she was trying to suck his balls through his dick. Jill had never seen anything like it. Finally, Raymond relaxed. Laura raised up and looked right at Jill. She smiled and licked her wet lips. Then she carefully put Raymond's still-half-hard penis back in his pants and zipped them up. She left the room without having spoken a word.
Raymond looked over at Jill as the door shut behind Laura. "You see Jill? Great satisfaction."
Jill was still in shock over the whole thing. He would let her pay for the damage to the car with sex. It was one thing to imagine kinky stuff in bed with Gary. Heck, it was even OK for her to get a little thrill from having watched that little display Raymond just put on. But to actually do something.no way. He was going way to far. "Mr. Johnson, I don't know what kind of operation you are running here, and I frankly don't care. I am a happily married woman. I was raised with certain values and standards of behavior. I have offered to make the damage to your car right the best I know how. What you are suggesting is wrong and I won't be a party to it."
Jill stood to leave. Raymond picked up a remote controller and said, "Before you leave, Jill, you might want to watch this." He pointed the remote at a TV and VCR set into the bookshelf across from his desk.
What Jill saw froze her in place. It was another security camera video of her in the parking lot. This time it showed her and an unidentifiable person standing next to her car. A young black boy came up to Jill and handed her money. In return, Jill reached into the car and pulled out a small bag and handed it to the boy. He then turned and walked off. There were ten minutes of "deals" spliced together on the video that Raymond showed her.
Jill was aghast. She had no idea how this video was made. She had never done anything like this, but it was clearly her in the video. You could see the license plate on the car, it was hers. It looked for all the world that Jill was dealing drugs to school age kids in the supermarket parking lot. Jill was speechless. She turned and stammered to Raymond, "Wha..how?.I never."
"Yes you did. As you can see on the tape yourself." Raymond said. "You just don't remember it, that's all. Now, by itself, this might not be enough to convict you if it showed up in the mail to the local Vice Squad. But if one or two of my little friends there were to swear that you are their connection..well Jill, let's just say that you might be in need of my professional services." He went on to explain about the Rohypnol.
Raymond stood and walked to Jill. He was much taller than she was. When he moved close to her it seemed that he engulfed her with his presence. She craned her neck to look up at him. Her heart was pounding, her head was a confused mass of things. He stood so close that she could smell him. No perfume or after shave, just a strong scent that seemed to make her knees week.
Raymond said, "I know that you are in a bit of shock right now, Jill." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I will give you a day to ponder things. Laura will pick you up tomorrow at eight-thirty and bring you back here. We will talk about the details of our agreement then." With that, Raymond reached around and pulled Jill's body tightly against his. She felt his hard cock pressing against her. He lowered his head and kissed Jill deeply. She clamped her teeth at first, but when he grasped the back of her neck and gently squeezed in a silent threat, she relaxed and let the black man have access to her mouth. His tongue probed her mouth, it stroked her tongue, he sucked on her lips. Jill's knees melted. The only reason she hadn't fallen to the ground was that Raymond was holding her up.
He finished the kiss and guided her to the door. "I think we both know what the answer will be, Jill. You just have to let yourself go. " As the door shut, Jill could hear him laugh.
The walk back to the limo and the ride home were a blur. Jill was in shock. Her original fear and concerns about scratching the Cadillac were enough to be upsetting. To add to that the blackmail was almost more than she could take. Jill staggered up the steps to her front door more in shock than not.
When she had composed herself, she called in to work. Sure enough, her boss told her that Raymond Johnson was a part owner of the restaurant. He congratulated her on being promoted and hired to work at Raymond's office. Jill mumbled a dispirited thanks and hung up the phone. He had her coming and going. She didn't know what to do.
That afternoon Gary was happily surprised to find Jill home when he got in from work. "Hi, Hon! You still feeling under the weather, I thought you had work."
Jill was sitting on the couch wearing an old T-shirt of Gary's. Her bare long legs were tucked up under her where she sat. "No," She said. "They messed up the schedule. I got off early."
She followed Gary into the bedroom and watched him changing out of his work clothes. When he was down to underwear, she stepped up behind him and pressed herself against his body. It felt so good, so familiar. She reached around and stroked his chest.
"Mmmm.baby. That's nice." Said Gary as he felt her embrace.
Jill guided Gary to the bed, pulled his underwear off, and sat him down on the edge. Then she knelt between his legs with her hands on his thighs. As her mouth closed over the head of his cock, she closed her eyes. In her mind she saw Laura's mouth closing over the dark skin of Raymond's cock. Running that scene through her mind, Jill attacked Gary's cock. Stroking with her hands as she bobbed and twisted her head, she sought to make him come. Her efforts were quickly paid off. It didn't take long before Gary arched back and she felt the bottom of his cock pulsating as he came into her mouth. Jill slowed her assault, but continued gently tonguing and sucking on his sensitive member.
"Oh God. That was incredible. What brought that on?" Asked Gary.
Jill paused in her sucking, "You just looked tense. I thought I'd help you relax."
"Remind me to come home tense more often."
Jill stood and skinned the oversized T-shirt off over her head. She stood nude in front of Gary. He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and touched her soaking pubes. Jill shivered. He slipped a finger into her pussy and stroked her clit with his thumb. That was all it took. Jill came from that brief contact. In her mind she remembered the feel and taste of Raymond's tongue as her husband held her pussy in his hand as she shuddered and trembled in her first orgasm of the evening.
That night, after a marathon session in bed, Jill sat up staring across the dark room listening to Gary sleep. It was one thing to fantasize and play the games they did. Pretending that she just came back from a lover or reading stories was healthy and fun. Actually doing something outside of the bonds of marriage was a whole different story. The reality of Raymond's demands scared Jill to death. She couldn't tell Gary what was happening. How could he, how could anyone, believe that she was drugged and had no memories of selling drugs to those kids. She had to find a way out of this jam. Jill tossed and turned trying to figure out what to do, but the last thought that passed through her mind as she fell asleep was what Raymond's cock had felt like pressed against her belly as he kissed her in his office.
Jill felt numb as she sat and filled out the paperwork for her new job. It seemed so normal; IRS forms, personnel forms, even health insurance forms. This job offer great benefits that she knew she would never see working at the restaurant. But hanging over her every second of the mundane paperwork was the thought of Raymond and the events she witnessed in his office.
Jill knew that Raymond was planning on having sex with her. She also knew that she was excited at the prospect. At the same time, though, she was terrified. She was a good wife. She had always been a "good" girl. Some of her friends in school had been with a bunch of guys, but for Jill it had just been Tommy on the night of the prom, and then Gary after they had been dating a while. The fantasy games with Gary had been fun, but they were fun because they were safe. This was real life and it terrified her.
Jill was startled from her thoughts by the approach of Laura Weldon, who picked up the papers and dropped them into a file folder. Then she stood back and looked Jill up and down, shaking her head.
"Sweet heart, we have a dress code here at the office, and those duds just won't cut it." Laura tsked. "We have an appointment for you to have your hair and nails done at 3:00. I will take you out to shop for some new things this afternoon before then, but first, you have an appointment with Raymond at 10:00."
Jill looked at her watch - 9:45. She had fifteen minutes to find a way to stall this. If she could just put it off for a day or two, she might be able to find a way out of this mess. Laura led her to the powder room and instructed her to freshen up. As Jill looked at herself in the mirror, she took stock of her appearance. The "business" outfit she had picked up at Wal-Mart was ok, but clearly not top quality. Her hair was combed and nice, but she had deliberately kept it simple today. Her make-up was subdued and plain. She had gone out of her way to downplay her natural sexiness.
She bit her lip as she looked at herself. For all of her fear, for all of the anxiety, for all of her wanting to find a way out of this, there was a tingle deep in her belly. That tingle increased as she remembered the feeling of Raymond's bulge against her belly yesterday afternoon. Jill quickly looked away from the mirror, afraid to face the lust that must be written across her face. She washed up and powdered her nose, then she met Laura in the hall.
Laura led her to Raymond's office. As they passed the receptionist's desk Jill noticed the girl looking at her with a smirk. "Oh, God! They all know. They know I am being led in there for this." She blushed and lowered her eyes.
Laura opened Raymond's door. Jill looked inside. Raymond was not in the office. Laura led Jill to the couch and told her to sit down. She explained that Raymond would be back in just a minute. Then she sat next to Jill and took her hand.
"Don't worry honey. You'll be just fine. You shouldn't be trembling like that." She reached up and brushed a stray lock off of Jill's cheek. Then she leaned close to Jill. "Raymond is wonderful. You'll see," she whispered into Jill's ear. Then she gave Jill a kiss on the cheek that was somehow just as innocent as it was sexy. Laura left the room and closed the heavy doors behind her, leaving Jill to wait breathlessly.
After a few minutes a door into the office that she hadn't noticed opened and Raymond walked in. He strode purposefully across the office and sat at his desk without acknowledging Jill's presence. He picked up the phone and had a brief conversation. Jill sat uncomfortably, waiting, fearing, and also somehow.wanting.
Raymond hung up the phone and fixed his attention on Jill. She was sitting there like a deer in headlights. He felt a stir in his pants. Raymond knew this was going to be fun. He walked over to Jill and stood in front of her. He was wearing a white shirt and a hand painted silk tie. Paisley braces were attached to his pants. Somehow, they looked much better on him than the ones Larry King wears.
He reached down and gently tilted Jill's face up to his. His gaze penetrated. Jill felt like he could see everything in her mind as they looked at one another. Jill trembled. She felt her nipples tighten. She was ashamed of her body's reaction, it felt like a betrayal.
Raymond said, "Now is the time to let go, Jill. No rules, no taboos, no fears. I won't force you to take the next step. If you want, you can be given filing or receptionist duties until your debt to me is paid off."
Jill was completely confused. This is exactly what she thought she wanted. It was what she had been hoping for all day long. Yet, she felt disappointed. The confusion was too much to handle. Her eyes began to tear.
Raymond saw the tears and knew he had won. Jill didn't know it yet, but Raymond did. "I don't have time for this. I have work to do," he said. "I am going to get a blow job in the next minute. I don't care whether it comes from you or Laura. It's your choice. If you aren't going to do it, just pick up the phone and call Laura in here. Otherwise, you know what to do."
Jill froze in place for a moment. It was her moment of truth. What was she to do? Trembling, she slowly leaned forward and reached for the phone. She picked up the receiver and spoke to the receptionist. "Laura Weldon, please," she said.
She looked up. Raymond was still standing in front of her. As Laura came on the line, Jill noticed the outline of Raymond's cock through his trousers. She saw it give a little jerk. "Hi.Laura. It's me, Jill. Mr. Johnson wants." She paused looking back at Raymond's trousers. "It's ok. Never mind. Mr. Johnson needed something, but I think I can take care of it without having to bother you."
"I'm sure you can, honey. Have fun. When you are done, we'll go to lunch and then find you some clothes," replied Laura.
Jill placed the receiver back in its cradle. Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, she reached up and unfastened the Raymond's trousers. She grasped the zipper and lowered it. Blood rushed in her ears. Her vision tunneled to the point that all she could see was her hands and his zipper. Time seemed to stretch out. She felt as if she could have counted the teeth on the zipper as she lowered it.
Finally, with the zipper down, she reached into to his pants. She eased his ebony member out of his briefs and looked at it. It was half hard and felt heavy in her hand. She stroked it gently with her fingertip. Jill felt a trill of excitement when she saw it lurch as it hardened. With one hand gently holding his cock, Jill fished his dark balls out of his pants. She held them in one hand while she stroked his cock with the other. She was totally mesmerized with the size, color, and texture of Raymond's manhood.
Jill noticed the slickness of pre-cum that had covered the head of Raymond's cock. She lowered her head and breathed the musky smell. The smell reminded her of Gary and the many times she had done just this for her husband. A wave of guilt coursed through Jill's body. Tears sprang back to her eyes. How could she be doing this? She had an option. She could be answering phones or filing papers. Instead she was sitting here with this strange man's dick in her mouth. And just to make it worse, her body was responding to this situation. She felt her nipples tighten, her pussy was flooded. What kind of slut was she?
Jill continued to work Raymond's now hard cock and stroke his balls. She felt the head pushing at the back of her throat on the down stroke. She felt the crown kiss the inside of her lips as she pulled back. She paused there each time and sent her tongue across the head, teasing the pre-cum out with her tongue and stroking the shaft with her hand. Then she would sink back down until her nose was buried against his pubic bone. She continued this until she felt him reach down and hold her head still. She ovaled her lips and Raymond started pumping himself into and out of her mouth. Very soon after he pushed himself about half-way into her mouth and she felt the throbbing along the bottom of his cock and the tightening of his balls as he came into her mouth. She continued sucking and stroking long after he came.
Finally, Raymond pulled himself out of her mouth. Jill whimpered as he removed himself. Then she realized where she was and what she had just done. Guilt and shame ascended again. What if Gary ever found out. How could she have done that? Jill trembled at the confusion of guilt and residual sexual excitement. She sat at the edge of the couch with her eyes down. She couldn't look at the man she had just been so intimate with.
Raymond looked down at the housewife who had just given him the blowjob to end all blowjobs. This woman was an artist with her mouth. Hell, he would have paid as much for that BJ as he did for the car repair. He still felt week in the knees. It was as if she had run silk under his skin and pulled it out through his cock. He zipped and buttoned his trousers and walked out the door to his private rest room without saying a word. When he had composed himself he picked up the phone and instructed Laura on exactly what wanted for Jill.
That night, with a new wardrobe of very sexy clothes hidden in her closet, Jill told Gary that the owner of the restaurant invited her to work at his office. She said he noticed her hard work and good attitude and wanted to give her an opportunity to move up. Jill explained that she had gone to the beauty parlor that afternoon to have her long dark hair trimmed styled so that she would look professional in the office.
Gary was happy with the new opportunity and with the new hair style. Laura fairly glowed with good looks. After dinner he stood behind Jill and nibbled on her neck as she washed their dishes. The nibbles soon became gropes and kisses. With the last of the dishes still in the sink, he led Jill to the bedroom. She scrabbled at his clothes, all but tearing them off of him. Jill was a woman on fire this evening.
As soon as Gary and Jill were both nude and on the bed, she did something a bit out of the ordinary for them. She rolled Gary to his back and straddled his head. He loved going down on her this way, but she usually preferred to lie back and be more passive. Jill rode Gary's face for 30 minutes and a handful of orgasms. Then she slid back and impaled herself on his throbbing dick. She rocked her hips as she bent down and kissed and licked her own juices off of Gary's mouth and face. It only took minutes before they both had shaking orgasms.
As they were catching their breath afterwards, Jill listened as Gary's breathing deepened and fell into the regular breathing of sleep. Her own mind was awash with guilt and shame. Sex with Gary had been great, but all she had seen in her mind's eye through the whole episode had been Raymond's black cock in her hand. She cried herself to sleep.
Over the next four weeks Jill was the perfect wife at home with Gary and the total slut at work with Raymond. With only one or two exceptions, Raymond used her body once or twice a day at work. Often, he only had time to let her come suck him off. But the occasions when they had time to fuck were incredible. Jill gave herself completely to the sex, fucking and sucking with total abandon. She let him fuck her ass and spank her butt as he did it. She even fucked him in front of Laura, then showed Laura some fine points on giving head.
At the end of the work day, Jill would clean up and go home like a good office assistant. Gary knew nothing of her "work" life. All he knew was that Jill had become very aggressive in bed lately. They would screw themselves silly almost every night. Often, when he had been completely worn out, Jill would either ride his face until she was exhausted or she would take out her vibrator and put on the sexiest masturbation show Gary had ever seen. He didn't know what had gotten into Jill, but the new hair, the new clothes that were appearing, and the new attitude in bed were all great. He was riding high.
The day came at work when Jill was called to Raymond's office and was surprised to see that Raymond had someone in the office with him. This had never happened before. She stopped in the doorway confused. Raymond invited her in and introduced her to his business associate, Mr. Jones.
Jill shook hands with Mr. Jones, thinking that he must be some kind criminal that Raymond was helping. She had been around the office long enough to know type of business Raymond did. Mr. Jones was a tall slender Hispanic man in a very nice Miami type of suit. He seemed to exude money and slime at the same time.
"I was just telling Mr. Jones what an incredible asset you are to my firm, Jill," said Raymond. He shared a private smile with Mr. Jones. "I want you to show him what you do best."
Jill paused. For the first time since her initial act of sex with Raymond, she hesitated to do what he wanted. "You want me to.I mean.You.I.I don't understand."
Raymond stepped to Jill and bent his head to her ear. He whispered tightly, "Get on your knees and suck his dick like your life depends on it, bitch. Now!"
Jill moved. Soon enough, Mr. Jones was emptying his balls into her mouth. Jill ended up spending the afternoon fucking and sucking both men into exhaustion. By the end of the day, she had palm print on her ass and tits from the squeezing and slapping. Her right nipple sported a bite mark from Raymond. There was cum dried in her hair and all over her newly shaved pussy.
Jill cleaned up the best she could, but she still looked like she had spent the afternoon in debauchery. She hoped that Gary would not be around when she got in. She could hide most of the marks for the day or so they would take to fade, but if he saw her like this, he would know what was happening. Jill knew he would love the shaved pussy when he got to it. Jill was excited at the thought of showing it off to him in a couple of days.
That excitement carried her past the feelings of guilt and shame at her wanton behavior - at least it did while she was busy fucking and sucking. She had literally outfucked the two men that afternoon. When both Raymond and Mr. Jones were stretched out catching their breath and trying to recover, Jill was on her back on the coffee table with a vibrator sliding in and out of herself. Jill's face reddened at the memory. How could she be such a slut? How could she betray her husband like that? They were questions she often had lately. Although, she never let such questions slow her down when she was confronted with Raymond's hard cock.
Gary opened the front door and stepped into the living room. He didn't see Jill, but he could hear the shower running. He smiled. One of the summer interns at work had worn a tight white stretch top over a black mini-skirt today. He had spent most of the day thinking about her legs and the great nipples standing up through the top. Gary was ready to have some fun with his wife.
He heard the water stop and decided to start things off by drying Jill off. He stripped in the bedroom and pulled the bathroom door open. Jill was standing in front of the mirror examining her right breast. She looked up at Gary, shocked to see him, shocked to be caught.
Gary's smile was still frozen on his face as he took in the sight of his nude wife. She didn't have enough hands to hide all of the palm prints and love bites that were showing on her body. He saw the marks, but they didn't make any sense. He shook his head and looked again. Was standing in front of him with her face with her hands. He looked at the bite marks and the clear palm prints. How did those get there? Then he noticed her shaved crotch. Her pussy lips were red and distended. There was no question what had put his wife in this state.
Jill thought she would faint. Suddenly, the guilt and shame took on enormous proportions. She had cheated on her husband. She had cuckolded him. Her behavior had taken her beyond the acceptable norms of society. "Gary.I.Please let me explain."
Gary was still standing nude in the doorway. He was dumbstruck at the site of his very well fucked wife standing in front of him. His mouth gaped and he tried to answer Jill. No words came out.
Jill moved to Gary and draped her arms around his neck. "Baby, let me explain. I need your help. I need you.." She began to cry.
The naked crying woman pressed against him woke Gary up. He guided his sobbing wife from the bathroom into the bedroom. They sat on the bed and held each other for a while. Then, slowly at first, Jill began to explain her fall from grace. She left out not a single detail. When she described her internal conflict of loving the nasty sex and being mortified by it, Gary's cock began to twitch. By the time she described the final fuck of the afternoon, with both Raymond and Mr. Jones managing to stuff their cocks into her cunt at the same time. Gary had a raging hard on.
He looked at the love bites and slap marks. He could imagine the big black man's hands and lips on his wife. Shock and reason had disappeared, they were completely replaced with lust. Gary pushed Jill back and slipped between her legs. His cock slipped between her pussy lips like an oiled piston in its shaft. Jill started cumming almost immediately. Gary followed seconds later. The mental picture of Raymond fucking Jill had excited him beyond belief.
As they caught their breath, stretched across the bed and tangled with each other, Gary related his excitement at what Jill had told him. He told her about his fixation with seeing her fucking and sucking another man, particularly a black man.
"I know we have played fantasy games about this, honey, but I don't think I ever communicated just how much I wanted something like this. I have over 4 megabytes of files in my computer full of stories that I have read and saved. I spend my entire lunch break at work cruising the net, pulling down stories and reading them. I have even slipped out to the men's room to jerk off a few times when I have found an especially hot story. Lately, it is all I have thought about when we made love.
Jill felt a rush of relief. Gary seemed to understand and accept her strange desires. No matter what happened with Raymond, she and Gary would be ok. She still felt some shame at her wanton actions, but eventually she would come to realize that the feelings of shame and of doing something "wrong" were part of the thrill that drove her slutty actions. She was a risk taker, a person who enjoyed the thrill of pushing the envelope. She had chosen a sexual envelope to push rather than parachuting off of buildings or scaling cliffs. She would stay in Raymond's office and please him sexually. They wondered what would come next.
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