Ms. Myers Pt. 08

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The school's stark fluorescent lights flickered above Jane Myers as she walked the familiar hallway, her heels clicking against the worn linoleum. It was lunch hour, and students were not due back in class for another twenty minutes.

"Hi Jane," Carol greeted her from the reception desk. “He’s expecting you; go right in."

Jane took a deep breath before knocking lightly on the door.

"Come in," Barry called out.

Jane pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it gently behind her. Barry was sitting at his oversized desk with papers strewn everywhere. She wondered how on earth he knew how to find anything. He looked up as she entered and a smirk spread across his face.

“Well hello, Jane. You look very professional today -- a little more clothed than last time I saw you." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes lingering on her chest.

Jane crossed her arms over her breasts. Despite the intimate act they'd shared a few nights ago, she still felt repulsed by him.

"So, do you have it?" she asked, wanting to hurry their meeting along.

"Have what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The video. The one from Friday night."

“Oh, that video. Yes, I've got it right here.” He tapped his pocket.

Jane waited for him to offer it up, but he just sat there grinning at her. She was getting more annoyed by the second. "So... can I have it?"

Barry was clearly enjoying having the upper hand. "Well, Jane, I’ve given it some thought. I’m afraid I'm not just going to just hand it over, if that's what you're hoping for."

Jane's stomach dropped. "What do you mean? You said you'd give it to me and delete it. You promised."

Barry shook his head. "Oh, I never said I'd delete it. I said we could discuss it -- and here we are, discussing it." He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Jane's. "You see, I think there are a few things we need to get straight first."

“What are you talking about? Barry, I did what you asked. You came to my house and -- I -- I had sex with you, like you wanted. I did not mean for you to record a video. James is -- well, we would like it back, that's all."

Barry was quiet for several moments. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen several times and suddenly the sound of Jane's moans filled the office.

“Yes, please. I'm so close!”

Jane's face flushed instantly. "Turn it off, Barry!" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder at the closed office door.

Barry held up his phone and pointed the screen in her direction. "What's the matter, Jane? I thought you wanted to see it?"

“Look over there, Jane. Look into the camera and tell your husband how bad you want it.” Barry's grating voice broadcast loudly from the phone as the video played, quickly followed by her own.

“I want it. I want his big fucking cock inside me, baby.”

"For fuck’s sake," Jane said through gritted teeth, "shut it off!" She sprung from her chair, reaching for the phone in Spellman's hand.

He pulled it away playfully. "Uh-uh, not so fast. I think you need to earn this, Jane."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she snapped, her voice shaking.

"Well, I really quite enjoyed the other night, and by the sounds you're making on this video, I think it's safe to say you did, too."

Despite her growing frustration, hearing the sounds she’d made during their not-so-distant encounter sent a not-unpleasant shiver through her body. “What do you mean, earn it?"

Spellman stood and adjusted himself through the front of his pants.

Jane felt a lump form in her throat. She'd feared he wouldn't make this easy. "You want me to what — to fuck you again? Here? In your office?"

“Jane, come on,” Spellman said, "you know we don't have time for that right now. You've got a class to get back to and I have work to do. Such an eager little slut, you are."

Jane could only stare up at him in disbelief. She wanted badly to slap the smug grin from his face. "Barry, please," she begged, “the video —“

Barry stepped closer to her. His crotch was just a foot away from her face. "Let's set up another date, shall we? Without your pathetic husband this time. He really can't hold his liquor, you know."

Jane had tried to prepare herself for a demand like that. She’d suspected he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a one time fuck. She thought about how upset and disappointed James had been, and decided she needed to do whatever it took to get the video. She sighed in resignation. "Fine," she said. "When?"

"I'm a busy man, Jane. I’ll have to get back to you on that one, but as a token of good faith, I will hold up my end of our bargain."

He looked down and tapped his phone twice. When he held it up to her, she saw a video thumbnail. It was an image of her face, contorted in what could only be described as ecstasy. The sight of the clip made her cringe. Barry’s thumb swiped the screen and a text box appeared asking for confirmation to delete. Before she could say anything, Barry pressed the button to confirm.

"Wait!" Jane cried, reaching for the phone once again. That time he made no effort to pull it away. She stared at the message for a second before fumbling through his camera roll.

"What's wrong?"

"You deleted it? Is it gone?" Jane’s voice was panicked.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"No! I mean yes -- but James wanted --" Jane stammered, looking from the screen to Barry, then back again. "You were supposed to give me the video! Then delete it!"

"Ah, what James wanted, of course. He wanted to watch it, didn't he? Wanted to see his wife getting fucked by a real cock. Is that about right, Jane?"

Spellman’s boorish taunting at her husband’s expense fuelled Jane’s anger. "He was supposed to watch it, yes! He agreed that we could -- that I could let you have sex with me that night as long as he could watch. But then -- then he --"

"Passed out. Yes, I remember."

“Right, whatever. So he wanted to watch the video. That was the deal. But now you've deleted it! I didn't think -- why the hell would you delete it before I could get a copy?"

"Jane, it's okay,” Spellman said soothingly. "We will just make him a new video -- an even better one. How would that be?”

Jane's eyes started to water. She’d made a promise to her husband; she’d intended for him to be so turned on by watching that he would agree to her doing it again in the future — but with someone much more attractive — and that it might become an exciting new element to their sex life. Instead, she’d slept with a man she found loathsome for nothing, and was set to do it again. While it may have felt good at the time -- so much better than good, her mind interjected -- right then all she could feel was disgust.

"I have to go," she said, flouncing toward the door.

"Jane," the school principal called from behind her.

She froze, her hand on the knob.

"I will call you for our next date. We will record the entire thing and your husband will have it to jerk off to later. That is what he wants, right? To jerk off while he watches me fuck his wife?” The principal snickered out loud.

Hearing Spellman put it that way made Jane feel embarrassed for her husband. She shook her head and swung open the door. "Asshole," she hissed, before slamming it shut behind her.

***

"He deleted it?” James asked. “Why the fuck did he delete it?"

"I don't know!” Jane exclaimed. “I didn't mean for him to delete it. I wanted him to give me a copy first. Then he just -- deleted it!"

James sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair.

Jane could tell how upset he was, and tried her best to soothe him. "Well, at least he can't share it with anyone, right? That's a good thing. Right?”

"But --" James began. Finally, he let out a loud sigh. "Yes, it’s just -- I just thought I would get to see it, that's all. I mean, it feels like it was all for nothing. He got to fuck you, you got to have sex, and what did I get? Nothing."

Spellman’s last words flashed in Jane’s mind: “We will record the entire thing and your husband will have it to jerk off to later. That is what he wants, right? To jerk off while he watches me fuck his wife?” As she looked at him, she could see it: how pathetic he was.

She stared cooly at him for several seconds contemplating her response. "I 'got to have sex?’ I let that disgusting pig fuck me for you, so you could watch, but you had to get drunk and pass out! Do you think I wanted to fuck him?" She tried to push from her mind that everything had happened because she’d manipulated her husband into accepting the idea. Spellman had blackmailed her, and to satisfy him, she'd agreed to coerce James into letting them have sex.

But he did agree, she thought. He did say he wanted it — sort of. So it's not all my fault. She wanted desperately to convince herself that was the case, but she felt terrible shifting the blame for their situation onto her naive husband.

James got up and put his arms around her. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean -- I'm sorry. I know you did it for me, and I love that you were willing to do it. Especially with someone like -- him."

Jane allowed him to console her, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her.

"I shouldn't have -- you shouldn't have felt like you had to do that. I know it couldn't have been easy, especially with someone so disgusting… and fat… and crude.”

And hung like a horse, Jane thought, but stopped short of saying out loud.

"I really feel like I let you down,” he said.

The wheels were turning rapidly, then, and she thought she saw an opening. "You haven't let me down, honey. It's not your fault."

James squeezed her tighter. Jane took a deep breath and steeled herself. "I'm going to make it up to you, honey,” she said. “I -- I already told him that we needed to do it again -- you know, so you could watch the video this time."

She felt her husband's body tense against her. "Wait, what?" he asked.

Jane swallowed hard but pushed on. "Yes, I know how much I disappointed you by not getting the video, so he said we could do it again and this time we would record it -- but this time on my phone -- so that you would definitely get to see it afterwards."

She waited for his reaction, but when he said nothing, she upped the ante.

“You still want to see it, right baby?" She slid her hand down and squeezed his shaft. It was completely flaccid. She feared she'd overestimated his enthusiasm for it to happen at all.

James slowly stepped back to look his wife in the eye. "So, you're going to have sex with him again?"

"Well, yeah. I told him how disappointed you were that you didn't get to see it and he agreed to do it again." Jane gave his cock another firm squeeze but realized her words weren't having the effect she'd hoped. She started to panic. Well, time to go all in. "That is what you said you wanted, right James?" Her voice became more shrill. "I mean make up your fucking mind, would you? You said to fuck him, and I did. Now I agree to do it again just so you'll get to watch, and what -- now you aren't so fucking sure?"

"No, wait baby, I'm just --"

"That's just fucking great! So I should go back to him and say never mind, my wishy-washy husband decided he doesn’t want to see me enjoy myself again — that he can’t make up his fucking mind? You know, you’re really confusing me, James.”

"Jane, wait, please. That's not what I meant. It's okay. You can -- you can sleep with him again... you know, if that's what you --"

"If that's what I want? You think I enjoy letting that sweaty asshole stick his big, fat cock inside me?" Shit, shouldn't have said big and fat. Jane’s mind was racing. She hated herself for her selfish manipulation, but she desperately needed to get her husband on board.

"Well..." James hesitated. "I mean, it didn't sound like you -- hated it last time."

Jane stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "It didn't sound like I hated it?"

James' flinched at her seething tone. "Well, it's just, in the short clip he sent us, you -- you said -- I don't remember exactly what you said, but you couldn't have been -- faking that. Right? I mean, I've never seen you look like that. I've never heard those sounds from you. It couldn't have been too unbearable -- right?"

Jane suddenly felt exhausted: exhausted from the argument, but mostly from the lies and manipulations she'd been orchestrating. She let out a long sigh and took her husband's face gently into her hands.

"Look, baby," she said softly, "the point is, I'm going to do it again -- with Barry -- for you. We will record it and you'll get to watch it afterwards. Won’t that be hot? Now, can we just leave it at that? I’m really tired from all of this.”

James felt dazed and confused. "Umm ... Yeah. It's -- fine. Okay."

"Okay," Jane repeated. "So can we just get some sleep and not talk about this anymore?”

“Sure — I guess, you know, I just thought —” Jane didn’t wait for him to finish. She turned and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, leaving her husband reeling.

***

That night, James laid awake for hours. The conversation with Jane had left him feeling disoriented. How did we even get to this point? he wondered. It felt absurd to him that his wife had slept with another man, yet he was somehow the one apologizing and consoling her.

However, that wasn’t what was bothering him most. It was that they had agreed to record it the next time so that he could watch it — afterwards. That meant they did not intend for him to be present while they had sex yet again. He would be rewarded with the consolation prize of getting to watch it after the fact.

Maybe I misunderstood, he thought. He considered waking her for clarification, but dreaded the thought of resurrecting their earlier conversation. He asked himself how he would feel about the two of them alone again, and his first instinct was intense jealousy. Why wouldn't they want me to be there? Sure, I wasn't there for the last time, but I was supposed to be. Do I really want my wife to sleep with someone without me there? Christ, do I even want her to do it at all?

James lay there playing out a myriad of possible scenarios in his mind. He thought Jane was too professional to allow anything to happen at school, but then reconsidered just how well he knew his own wife. His mind conjured visions of the two of them locked in Barry's office. James couldn’t help himself. He carefully turned away from his sleeping wife and pulled his rigid cock through the front of his boxers. He began to slowly stroke himself as the scandalous fantasies swirled through his mind.

He imagined his wife bent over Barry's desk, her summer dress pulled up over her ass, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of her bra. He could see the principal's beefy hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her from behind. He imagined Jane trying desperately to suppress her cries of pleasure. Then the vantage point of his fantasy shifted, and he saw her fellow teachers gathered at the door, watching and whispering, their expressions various degrees of shock and disgust. He could hear their muttered insults: slut; tramp; whore.

It was the expression of uninhibited lust on Jane's face, with her hair dangling in sweaty strands across her forehead and her cheeks flushed with ecstasy and humiliation, that finally tipped him over the edge. James let out a muffled grunt, trying to control his bucking hips as he came. Ropes of hot, sticky cum spurted onto the sheets. He laid there for several moments, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jane stirred beside him; he froze. He held his breath, waiting, but she just mumbled something incoherent and lazily draped her arm over him. James let out a shaky sigh of relief. He lay there, listening to her even breaths, an overwhelming sense of shame and foreboding washing over him.