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Unintended Consequences
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(Chapters 3-4)
(MF, blackmail)
by: Davis
Chapter 3
The smell of sex hung in the air. Only the deep, restful
breathing of two spent lovers broke the silence. The girls
lay tangled on the bed. Kathy lay flat on her back. Jane's
body fit closely to her side, her right arm and leg resting
on Kathy's body. After day of talking and crying together, a
short night's sleep, and a morning exploring a forbidden
world, the two spent lovers silently drifted off to sleep.
I sat motionless. The two loves of my life laying in each
other's arms; their faces and breasts flush with passion was
a sight too intoxicating to leave and too serene to disturb
with words. After what seemed like an eternity, my emotions
shifted. I began to feel guilt mixed with jealousy. Guilt
because I felt like a thief of their intimacy and jealousy
because I could not yet share in it. When I was sure they
both slept soundly, I left them alone.
I went downstairs and waited. The time past slowly. My
arousal sparked by Jane's wake-up call and enflamed by the
lust satisfied upstairs continued to burn hot. Images of
Jane and Kathy kept flashing in my mind. Memories of the
sounds they made, some familiar and some new, rung in my
ears. I felt like a child waiting for Christmas day to
arrive. I knew a long awaited present was coming and the
anticipation was frustrating. The delay only added to my
arousal. The images of my imagination adding fuel to the
fire. I often wondered what she looked like. Well, that I
now knew. But I still fantasized about that first touch and
kiss. I just knew it would be incredible. It would be a
memory stored away for a lifetime.
They slept for 4 hours. I watched every channel on the TV.
I went to the `fridge so many times I could have told you
the every item in it and its location. When I finally heard
the floor upstairs creaking I took a sit on the couch a
prepared for them to come down.
Jane appeared first. Her hair was messy. Her make-up gone.
She wore the same white terry-cloth robe she has worn around
the house for years. I have always thought she looked
fantastic in that robe. Jane loves to be warm. She is a
Florida girl who has always hated the cold. That robe is
her blanket. Whenever she wears it, it is like she is
curled up inside a warm blanket. Right then was no
different. She had that freshly sexed look as she pulled
the collar of her robe around her neck. Her sleepy eyes and
sly smile took the story of her morning. I couldn't help
but think what a sexy and remarkable woman she was.
Kathy was just a step behind her. She had no cozy robe to
wear. She must have gone through my wife's drawers. She
came out wearing a piece of lingerie I have seen many times.
It was one of my favorites. A simple light green, silk
chemise. It hung just below her ass. It is not sexy in a
"slutty" kind of way. Its delicate material just hangs loose
where it should and clings where it should. It is the kind
of garment that accentuates all the best parts of a woman
without giving everything she has. Kathy wore it well.
Her breasts filled the low-cut top well. Her nipples pushed
on the silk ever so slightly. Below it, her legs flowed
out. They were still firm and muscular, but just enough so.
Her look was different than Jane's. Her eyes sparkled. She
looked much more like the bubbly, flirtatious teen I had
known years before. She was a touch nervous as she
approached. I have to admit I was too.
As she sat down, I couldn't help but stare at her arm. Just
above her elbow on her left arm, there it was. The deep,
dark bruise Jane had told me about as she asked about
driving Kathy home. The bruise was clear. There were
distinct impressions of each finger that had clutched this
arm not long ago. It wasn't right. No woman deserved to be
treated like this. Kathy deserved it even less. She had
always been a kind and gentlewoman. I did not know this
man. At the moment, I could not even recall his name, but I
knew Kathy was too good for him. I knew she needed a better
life.
I also knew she was vulnerable. She had needs, emotional
and physical, in her life that were going unmet. She would
be reaching out to someone or something to fill them. If I
had taken the time to think this through it might have
changed what I did next. In my work, I had counseled with
enough couples to see it happen. In my case, being a man,
the wife would often gravitate toward me. She would see me
at my best, saying all the right things to her husband - all
the things she had always wanted to say. She never got the
chance to see me at my worst. She never got to see me
ignoring all of those same things when they came out of
Jane's mouth. Counseling can be dangerous. Needy people
come to you. Needy people are easily swayed and
manipulated. Why I didn't see this clearly with Kathy, I
don't know. No, that's not true. I did see it. I just
didn't care. It's not right. It's just what I did. Little
of what happens in my tale is "right" by the belief system I
hold, but people, even good people, don't always do what's
"right." And no matter what moral code we choose to live
by, it's the times that we stray from that code that our
lives turn upside down. I had already been an accomplice to
my wife's leaving that code, and now, I was about to join
her.
Internal conflicts or not, I was going to have Kathy. She
sat cross-legged on the couch between Jane and I. And just
as earlier in the day, an awkward silence grew. How exactly
to initiate sex with another woman in front of your wife was
not something I had ever considered before. But again, just
as earlier in the day, Jane broke the silence, "Well, now
it's your turn. She's a great fuck. Have fun."
Not the most romantic or glamorous way to begin sex, but my
wife seemed to be enjoying her frankness. So I took Kathy
by the hand and began to march her back to the bedroom.
This time there was no conversation, we both knew Jane was
following us. Back in the bedroom, I saw the bed had been
made. The girls had put on some romantic music. The lights
were dimmed.
Standing before such a beautiful creature, I felt like a
teenager again. Never in the last 15 years had I worried
about pleasing a woman. Never had I worried about any
aspect of sex. I guess some people complain about marital
sex becoming boring and predicable. I have never understood
that. Sex is such a complex event. It's a symphony of love
and life. Those early days of sex with Jane were wonderful
because it was new, but the symphony was unpracticed and
rough. Now, we know each other. We know each other's
bodies, our likes and dislikes, and our moods. Each session
together is the product of an orchestra's 15 years of
training together. What stood before me was not that. It
was the unknown. I knew this would be wonderful, but still
short of what it could be.
Earlier in the day, Jane had told her I was a great lover.
The way many men seem to think, there is no way she could be
right. I'm not a large man by any measurement. I stand
about 5' 9" tall and weight about 155 lbs. My penis fully
erect is only 7 inches. I suppose most women would choose a
larger penis over a smaller penis in most cases. Yet, I am
convinced that the way into a girl's heart is not through
penis size. Most women seek to be secure in a relationship.
Show a lady that what you desire most is the best for her
and she'll open up like a fresh flower. I think that is
true in even the shortest of relationships, but truly comes
to life the longer two people stay together. If I'm a great
lover, it is that way. My marriage to Jane has taught me
patience. A good, hard, quick fuck is fun occasionally.
But give that to a woman often, and she'll never relax with
you. A woman's heart and trust is won, not by jamming a
14'' cock into her over and over. Its won by filling her
both emotional and physical. In the bed, that is a learned
skill. It often means doing things to her that have nothing
to do with your orgasm or hers. It means lingering over the
moment longer than you would alone. Guys who pound their
ladies quickly and roll over to sleep are missing out on the
richest treasures, which lay deep within those precious
women. Help a woman to trust you, and she'll show you
things about her that you've never known existed.
That's what Kathy needed. She had never known that with any
man. That was even truer about her husband. He tried to
claim her by force and she had closed up on him. Maybe it
was our past together and the way I approached back then,
maybe it was her trust in Jane's testimony about me, or
maybe it was the effect of the high she had felt earlier in
the day, but Kathy seemed open. She seemed ready to trust
again. It was my job not to betray her.
With hesitant hands, I reach out her hold her by the
shoulders. I begin to stroke her arms. Her skin is smooth.
I feel the tone of her muscles under each fingertip. I move
to her neck and cheeks. She turns her face to my touch. My
hands move to her shoulder-length dark brown hair. As I
pass my hands through her locks, her eyes begin to close and
a soft moan escapes her lips. My hands move back to her
shoulders. With a single motion, each of my hands takes one
the thin green straps of her garment and slides it down to
her arms. She moves her arms slightly and the straps off
down below her elbows. She raises her arms out of the
straps and the chemise bunches at her rounded hips.
For the second time that day, my eyes fix on her breasts. I
waste no time in holding them. I pass the flesh under my
fingers. The nipples rest in the palms of my hands. I stay
there for a moment and take in their weight and firmness. I
feel her nipples press harder and harder against the inside
of my hands. They are everything I have ever imagined.
During this pause, her hands reach out and slide under my
shirt. Her caress is electric against my skin. She slides
her hands up my chest and lightly pinches my nipples. Her
hands push my shirt higher. Reluctantly, I take my hands
from her chest and she pulls my shirt over my head. Now
free, I take her breast again. This time, one in my hand
and the other in my mouth. I suck over the whole of her
breast and finish on her nipple. Sucking it out until it
reaches its full length. I switch breasts. She unbuttons my
pants and pulls them and my boxers down in one motion.
I stand frozen again. This is the first time I have been
naked in front of another woman since I got married. My
dick stands swollen and erect. Her eyes gaze down at me
without blinking. Her hand grasps my shaft and squeezes
upward. She milks a drop of pre-cum from my head. It lands
on her wrists. She licks her wrist dry and pushes me to
the bed.
As she moves over to me, her garment falls past her hips to
the floor. I close my eyes and feel warmth around my cock.
Rhythmically, she slides her mouth up and down. Her tongue
works feverishly along the bottom side of cock. The
sensation is wonderful. I open my eyes watch her lips press
against me. I see her cheeks fill and empty as I moved
through her extended lips.
Her eyes catch my watching. She slides up my body and we
embrace and lock in our first long kiss. My tongue quickly
fills her mouth. She pushes hers back into mine. Hands are
seeking new flesh to grab and take possession of. We roll
over. I take her left breast briefly as I move down her
torso. I make it to her flat stomach and down the shaven
skin of her pubic area. Below are the lips of her sweet,
inviting pussy. I lightly graze my finger up and down the
narrow slit. Her breathing is raspy and short. Very
shallow at first, but growing deeper each time, I insert my
finger insider her. The walls of her vagina are slick with
moisture. The smell of her sex is invigorating as it grows.
My tongue licks the same path my finger started. Up and
down her cunt it moves. She tastes fresh and sweet. Slowly
my fingers spread her lips and seek her clit. My tongue
follows closely behind. I begin my licking and sucking on
that precious protrusion of flesh. She response quickly -
too quickly. I slow my tempo and she relaxes. We repeated
that process over and again. I see the sweat begin to build
on her body. The sheets below my dick are wet from the pre-
cum oozing from my penis. Her chest and face are flush
again as she was with Jane earlier in the morning.
She gasps, " I want it now. I want to feel you inside me.
Please fuck me now!"
I rise and move my cock to her opening. I slide in the
moistened hole. She is tight. She moans in pleasure and
begins to move her hips and grind her clit against me. Our
fucking finds a smooth rhythm and then we begin to move
faster and faster - in and out. I hear her moans and the
slap of our bodies together. I watch as my cock disappears
over and over into her graceful body.
Suddenly, she rolls us over and takes the top position. Now
she presses down hard against me. My cock is ready to
explode. She grinds her clit against my pelvic body. She
begins to scream, "Oh God, yes, yes! Fuck me!" She tenses.
Her body begins to twitch. I feel her legs press tightly
against my sides. In a moment, she relaxes and falls down
on top of me.
She lies there for a time and then I slide out from
underneath her. My cock is still hard and throbbing for a
release to be found in the only home it had known before
today. Kathy lay on her stomach. I slide in behind her and
enter her from behind. Gently, I slowly fuck her. I lean
forward and massage her back and kiss along her neck.
Within minutes she drifts off to sleep again.
The first time with Kathy was everything I dreamed. She was
an angel. Her body was a glorious experience. Her spirit
and energy a refreshing encounter. As I climbed off the
bed, I gazed into the eyes of my bride. They were happy
eyes. I was relieved at that. We embraced briefly and
walked out of the room together.
My cock was still hard and wet from Kathy. Jane bent down
just after closing the bedroom door behind us. She took me
into her mouth and sucked off all the juices our new lover
had left behind. I was eager to cum and glad for my wife's
attentions now. But as quickly as she had started, she
stopped. She gave me a wicked look as she stood, "I think
I'll just let you stay like that for now." And she did to.
The day ended and I still had found no relief. Well, there
is always tomorrow, or so I thought.
Chapter 4
The next morning came. That day I woke up, not to the
warmth of Jane's lips, but to the annoying buzz of an alarm
clock. I had to return to work and so did Jane. For Kathy
that meant she would return home - a return back to a very
dark place. She would probably be punished for not coming
home last night or for coming home today, whichever her
husband chose.
She had slept snuggled between Jane and I that night. She
slept well. We all arose together and got ready for our
separate days. We came together again around the breakfast
table. Kathy started the conversation; "I just want to
thank you guys for yesterday. I haven't felt that way for a
very long time. I can't begin to tell you how special it
made me feel that after 10 years; you would just welcome me
in and share yourselves so completely with me. Jane, I
never expected to be with a woman. But thank you for making
it so nice. You have always been a beautiful lady and you
still are. Jay, I'm not sure what to say, other than
thanks. You're much different than Rick and that's nice. I
felt special yesterday in your arms. I needed that. I just
wish I could stay longer. There's going to be hell to pay
when I get home."
"Why go home then?" I asked.
"I can't leave him. He's my husband. I made a promise to
stay with him `til death parts us and I'm going to honor
it," was her reply.
"It might be your death," Jane said grimly.
"I'll be careful guys. I can take of myself with him. I'll
keep in touch."
With that we finished breakfast. We made small talk for a
while. Kathy gave us both a hug a kiss and she drove away
to the fate waiting for her. Jane and I watched until she
pulled around the corner and out of our sight. We both
finished getting ready for work. We pulled out of the
driveway together. We turned our separate ways as we left
our sub-division.
I arrived at my office at around 9:00 AM. My secretary,
Lisa, was already there. Lisa was a younger version of most
church secretaries. Most that I have seen (the good ones
anyway) were older, kind, efficient women, but with an
apparent inward strength. Churches typically rob for these
women. After all, they are usually members of the church
and will work for wages that are laughable in business
world. They receive little financial benefit and not much
more appreciation. It takes a special kind of person to
fill that role well. Lisa was just that. She was my age,
32. She was no stunning beauty. Jane and Kathy were far
more attractive. But she was pretty in a plain, girl-next-
door kind of way. She was taller than the two ladies I was
with the day before were - about 5' 4". She had a trim
build. She weighed about 115 lbs., I guessed. She had
small breasts. They were a small B cup. Her hair was a
light brown to a dirty blonde. Overall, she was not the
girl of fantasies, but more than nice enough to keep a
husband happy.
I walked in and she gave me her usual cheerful, "Good
morning." I responded in kind. She caught me up on the
office business before I headed off to my office and the
day's work. The day went along as usual as any other. I
couldn't help but be distracted by the events of yesterday
and often found myself unable to get up from my desk because
of the hard on hiding underneath it. In every other way, it
was just a normal day at the office.
That is until about 3:00 PM. Lisa was just gathering her
things to leave for the day. I heard a disturbance through
my door. There was a very agitated woman in the outer
office. I thought the voice was familiar, but it was
muffled through the walls and I couldn't place it. Lisa is
very good at catching these things before they make it back
to me, so I left it alone for a few moments, thinking she
had everything under control. But the noise continued and
curiosity got the better of me. I opened my door and looked
outside. Lisa saw me first and turned to explain want this
woman wanted. But before she could get a word out the lady
cried, "Oh Davis, I am so glad you're hear. I didn't know
where else to go!"
It was Kathy. She again looked frazzled. I nodded to Lisa.
Kathy came back to my office. Lisa did what she was
supposed to. Even though her hours were over, she stayed.
She always did whenever a woman came to my office alone.
And I have always been glad for it. Too many men have been
ruined in my line of work from the accusation of a spurned
woman. Lisa's presence was my protection. It had always
worked well until that day. If she had just left, then my
life might not have turned out the way it did. No, she
stayed. It takes a special kind of person to do her work.
She's perfect for the job. She was too faithful, too
diligent to leave. And so she stayed.
Kathy entered my office with tears in her eyes. She had
been crying for awhile. Her eyes were swollen and red. She
held in her hand a note. It was crumpled and stained with
tears. I knew it must be the cause of her problems.
Without a word she handed it to me. It read,
"Kathy, you're fucking bitch and a whore. I don't know
where you went last night and I don't care. But since you
stayed a way last night, I'm gone to. I'm gonna go find me
some nice pussy without all your problems and fuck it hard.
I'll be home in a few days and we'll settle this once and
for all. You're my bitch! And you'll do what I say.
Rick"
As I finished reading it, she broke down. She started
yelling out and crying, "What am I going to do? I was
wrong. I am scared of him. Why can't he be more like you!
Why is everything always `fuck this' and `fuck that'? With
you and Jane it was different. I want to held and loved.
What am I going to do? I want you to hold me again. I want
to feel you inside me like last night."
She kept crying out like that for nearly 20 minutes.
Nothing I did quieted her down. Believe me I tried. I have
sat in my office enough to know that sound passes through
these walls. I had heard Kathy well enough when she was on
the outside. I was sure that Lisa could hear her now when
Kathy was on the inside. If anything she was louder now. I
was scared stiff. She kept on proclaiming how wonderful her
night had been. How Jane and I had made her feel so special
in bed. And my secretary was probably sitting just outside.
I knew I would lose everything because of this. I
desperately tried to quiet her down, but with each passing
word. I knew it was too late. In time, Kathy calmed down
and began to compose herself. I told her to go back to my
house and the three of us would talk about it that night.
She got up, kissed me on the cheek, and left.
The minutes that past after that were again, long. But then
it came - the knock on my door. As stalled for a moment. It
didn't matter. She has a key. With a turn of the lock,
she let herself in. I met her halfway from my desk to the
door. She walked confidently and briskly by me and sat in
my chair behind the desk. I sat in a chair in front where
my visitors normally sat. She sat there staring at me. I
squirmed in my seat for a while. I could not handle the
silence, "Let me expl.."
She cut me off, "So, if I heard right, Kathy's husband beats
her. She came to your house last night and you had sex with
her. It sounded like Jane was there and watched. Is that
right so far?"
"Close. Jane had sex with her first." What else could I
say? She had heard everything. I knew I was caught. I
knew my life was about to change. What I didn't know was
how.
"Well, that's interesting. Tell me everything and I mean
everything," was her only command.
I spent the next several moments recounting as faithfully as
I could every event that took place. She stopped me often
to ask what I saw and how I felt. She was as dispassionate
as anyone could be. Whatever she was thinking and feeling,
she kept inside.
After I finished, my fourth uncomfortable silence in that
past two days began. This one felt as long as all the
others combined. To this day, I still have no good estimate
of how long it lasted. My whole life hung on her next
words. Whatever she decided to do or say about her new
knowledge would dictate the course of my life. And like so
many times since this ordeal began, I was ill prepared for
her what she said, "This is how it is going to be or I tell
everything I know. Got it?" I nodded.
She continued, "I want you to have sex with me like you did
Kathy."
If I hadn't been sitting there, I would not have believed
it. I wasn't sure I did and I was sitting there. My
response was a most articulate, "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to make love to me or I tell my
tale."
"Why?"
"Well, let's just say, I want to have some fun. Things with
Bill are fine, but he's the only man I've ever been with.
I've been fantasizing about being with another man for a
long time. I just never have found a way to do it. I
wanted it to be with someone I knew. There are just too
many creeps out there. But I didn't know how to make sure
the other person didn't talk. I heard Kathy's yelling. I
could tell you weren't correcting her, just trying to stop
her. So, I knew it was true. Once I knew you had screwed
her, everything fell in place in my mind. You would have as
much to loose, if not more than I did. You couldn't talk.
And besides, she sounded pleased with your work. So, now
you now what and why. What's the answer?"
"You know this amounts to blackmail, don't you?" She nodded
and grinned. "I guess I have no choice. But Jane and I are
a package deal. I'll do you the same way I did Kathy. You
get what she got. Jane has you first. Whatever the two of
you do and however far you go, is what and how you and I do.
Also, I cum for only Jane. See, you not only have to keep
me quiet, you have to keep Jane quiet. The only way to do
that is to include her in the `transaction.' Now, it's your
turn. Do we have a deal?"
I made that statement much more confidently than I felt.
She could exclude Jane and coerce me to fuck her behind
Jane's back. But I didn't want that. I was relieved at her
response, "I've never thought about being with a woman, but
if that's my sacrifice in the deal, I can live with it.
It's a deal. What do we do now?"
"Hand me the phone." She pushed my phone to my side of the
desk. I picked it up and dialed the number to Jane's work.
She answered. "Hi babe, we have a problem," was my
greeting.
This day was turning out a way I had never intended. But I
guess much of life works that way.
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