Desperation Payments Ch. 01

Note. This is a story about a wife who submits to being the sexual plaything of someone NOT her husband in order to help her husband out of a dire situation. It contains elements of blackmail and coercion. I intend to write multiple endings to this story. If this description doesn't sound good to you. Skip this story. PLEASE.

Desperation Payments

Chapter One

"Please, Mr. Kinsey, can you help me? Can you help Jake?" Sarah, on the verge of tears, looked pleadingly at John Kinsey across the restaurant table. It was a nice fine dining establishment with subdued lighting and crisp white tablecloths and linens. Not the lunch spot of a typical office worker.

John Kinsey sighed. He put on the air of someone horribly inconvenienced, but inwardly he was more excited than he had been in years. The woman sitting across from him was in her mid 20s, possessing long full naturally blonde hair in a high wavy ponytail. She had light green eyes, high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips. Beautiful. The perfect golden ratio face.

John recalled first meeting Sarah at the holiday party 2 months earlier. He couldn't believe a guy like Jake Robbins had snared a woman like this. Sure, he was handsome and fit, but he wasn't rich. This woman had trophy wife written all over her but there she was with a junior engineer her own age. She could be with a billionaire, but she was with a guy who made maybe $60,000 a year. He tried to recall what she did for a living before becoming a stay at home wife. He recalled Jake had been really proud of her.

Fitness model, if I recall correctly? Some kind of model? thought John.

She was wearing the run of the mill housewife outfit of thick but tight yoga pants with an oversized sweater that hid her body, draping down to her thighs. It didn't hide her beautiful face, though. Even dressed down with minimal makeup and her hair in a high pony tail she was the center of attention in this particular section of the restaurant. Men eating their business lunches were stealing glances at her and flashing envious looks at John.

John sighed theatrically.

"Ms. Robbins, you're asking quite a lot of me. Your husband got caught embezzling money! That's a serious crime with serious jailtime," said John, a look of pity creeping over his face.

"Yes, but as the head of cybersecurity, you can make it go away or lessen the severity of the crime," pleaded Sarah.

John of course knew all about the embezzlement, because he had created the records himself. He knew they wouldn't hold up to any serious audit or scrutiny, but by the time it got to that, he would have deleted everything and covered his tracks, having already achieved his goal.

It was a small matter for John to create the records and trigger an internal audit. Jake, of course, was put on administrative leave until the matter was resolved, but was sternly told that criminal charges were on the line if there were any further evidence after some forensic accounting. The person in charge of it all was John. John had pulled this gambit before with two other employees. One of them was a junior employee with a beautiful wife like Jake Robbins. The other one was a female employee, whom he had blackmailed into sex. When he'd gotten what he wanted, John had blamed glitches in the software they used and made the records disappear. He was pushing for a modernization of their accounting processes and, almost predictably, was a quiet partner in the consulting company poised to perform the changes. Pharmaceuticals was a competitive business after all.

"So you want me to erase the evidence of a crime, Ms. Robbins?" asked John, exasperated. "Do you know how much trouble I could get into? I could go to jail!"

"I--I have money," said Sarah desperately. She had few hundred thousand dollars saved up from her modeling career that she kept hidden in a rainy day fund. She was planning on using it for a college fund for her children, when she had some with Jake.

"I have plenty of money, Ms. Robbins," said John deprecatingly. "I'm not an extravagant man, so I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life."

Sarah started to tear up. She remembered how devastated Jake was when he came home to inform her of his suspension and possible criminal charges. Jake kept saying he was innocent and that this had to be a set up. Sarah saw her husband cry and express his abject fear of going to jail. It had disturbed Sarah greatly and she resolved to get help. She had met John at the Christmas party. She didn't know exactly what cybersecurity was, but she knew it had to do with the security of the computers in the company network and that John had complete control over it.

"What are we going to do??" moaned Sarah, starting to weep into her hands.

John leaned forward, his chin behind his clenched hands staring at Sarah for a long pause, his elbows propped on the table.

"Calm down, Ms. Robbins." said John. He paused. Welp. Here goes the pitch... thought John hopefully.

"Uh... look. There is something you can do for me. Do this thing for me and I'll make it all go away."

Sarah's head shot up, a hopeful look on her face. "What? What can I do?"

John's face turned red and he cleared his throat.

"Ms. Robbins... um... Sarah, you are an extraordinarily beautiful woman. I'm sure you already know that, heh!" started John hesitantly, looking down at the table.

Sarah didn't like where this was going.

"I have no illusions about myself," he continued. "I'm a 46 year old man with a salt and pepper comb over and a dad bod." John smiled. "My days of conquering beautiful women are behind me... if they were ever here, hehe."

Sarah dreaded John's next words.

"My proposal is this. I will make all of this go away if you stay with me for a 3 day weekend at the Francois Hotel downtown. You can have whatever gourmet food from room service that you desire. Minimal alcohol, though. We will.. uh... be together Friday afternoon, Saturday, and Sunday. Then, Monday morning, you go back to your life and everything is erased." John looked up from staring down at the table, almost vulnerable.

Sarah's astonishment turned to anger.

"You bastard!" She slapped John across the face and dumped her ice water on his head. She stood up and left the restaurant, enraged.

At home, Sarah saw her husband Jake huddled on their bed in the fetal position. He was crying.

"Oh, honey, we'll get through this," she told him, herself unconvinced. "We need to consult an attorney."

"I just got off the phone with one," said Jake, weakly. "It's not good news."

Sarah's breath caught. "What is it, Jake?"

"If convicted, the attorney says that I'll likely have to pay a $100,000 fine and serve 15 years in prison." Jake could barely get the last four words out of his mouth.

Oh God! What are we going to do?? thought Sarah as she rubbed Jake's back.

Sarah sighed. "We'll get through this, Jake, I guarantee it. A good attorney will be able to plea bargain down the charges if it comes to that."

Jake grunted in acknowledgement. Sarah stood up and left the apartment, telling Jake she needed to run an errand that she forgot before. She went down to her car, got in, and called John. John answered after three rings.

"OK. Tell me your proposal again," said Sarah, closing her eyes and holding back tears.

The terms were straightforward. Sex for 3 days. They don't leave the room. John pays for all of the room service food Sarah wants. Anything at any time. They wouldn't do anything that would leave a mark on her body but everything else is on the table. No illegal drugs and no excessive amounts of alcohol were to be used. A couple of glasses of wine could be had with dinner at most. John would have a courier send over the clothing she would wear. She could pack some personal toiletries and cosmetic items and was to look her best at all times, freshening her hair and make up if necessary. John demanded the full "boyfriend experience", which Sarah had to look up online. It made her shudder. Most importantly, no condoms but an effective morning after pills would be provided.

In return for this, the evidence would "magically disappear" and Jake would be able to come back to work due to a computer glitch, for which they'd apologize, giving him bonus money as compensation for his trouble and maybe even a promotion. This outcome was acceptable to Sarah and she reluctantly agreed. After hanging up with John, she wept bitterly there alone in her car.

Sarah went back up to the apartment. Jake was in the living room trying to watch TV.

"Jake, we need to talk," she said sitting down beside him.

Jake didn't say anything. He just muted the TV and looked at Sarah. She hesitated.

"Do we have enough money to hire a lawyer?" asked Sarah.

"Oh man, you know we don't, Sarah," complained Jake. "I don't know what we're going to do. I'll ask my parents if they can help but I doubt they can help us much."

"I just spoke to some contacts from my modeling days," said Sarah. "I've agreed to do a very lucrative photoshoot. It's $50,000 for one weekend's work."

"Fifty!? What? What kind of modeling job is that?" asked Jake, alarmed.

"Jake, I'm not going to lie to you. There will be some nudity involved but it will not be a pornographic shoot. It will be a commercial shoot with an adult twist to it for a lingerie brand," explained Sarah. "They assured me it will just be body photographs and not include my face."

"But, Sarah... nude?" worried Jake.

Sarah held Jake's face in her hands and stared intensely into his eyes.

"Jake, do you love me?" she asked.

"Yes, always," said Jake, looking down. Sarah shook his head until he met her gaze again.

"Jake, do you trust me?" she asked.

Jake paused, holding her gaze longer.

"Yes, Sarah, I trust you," said Jake, sighing heavily.

"Good. It's just 3 days of work over the weekend and I'll be home first thing Monday morning." she explained.

"Why over the weekend?" asked Jake suspicious.

"Because we're shooting in office locations and it will be deserted there for the weekend. The brand is advertising to modern career women. You know, feel sexy under your suit? That kind of thing." Sarah had her bases covered. "I'm going to be busy so try not to call me. They're going to drive me like a slave to get their $50,000 worth."

"O-Okay," said Jake, alarm bells going off in his head.

"Jake, call that lawyer and go ahead and pay a retainer. We'll be able to afford his full undivided attention come Monday."

Sarah received the package from John on Thursday. Thankfully Jake was sleeping, having had no sleep the night before. Sarah had gone the extra mile to rock his world, but he was still worried about the charges against him. Sarah unboxed the package. It was a long gold liquid silk satin evening gown, with matching silk satin bra, thong, and garter belt. There were a a few pairs of beige silk stockings and two pairs of Jimmy Choo stilettos. Everything was perfectly sized. Sarah had a feeling she wouldn't be wearing those clothes very much during the weekend but she appreciated John's good taste. She quickly packed everything in a small roller suitcase along with her makeup and shampoo while Jake was still asleep.

They spent the rest of Thursday together and made love passionately that night. Sarah took extra care of Jake, focusing on his pleasure alone and not her own. She still shared multiple climaxes with her husband, though. She loved her husband so much! That was something that John Kinsey would never get from her.

At one point, she got Jake to help her shave all of the hair off of her pussy. John had told her to do that and she figured it would be some further "bonding time" with Jake. She told him that, for lingerie shoots, she always shaved bald.

"I don't want to look like I'm smuggling a Pomeranian between my legs," laughed Sarah, causing them both to laugh hard.

Friday morning, Sarah put on a pair of jeans and a modest blouse with sneakers. She put her hair up into a ponytail and put on minimal subdued makeup like she would for travelling.

She kissed Jake goodbye. Jake stood there, looking worried and lost. It broke Sarah's heart. She made a decision.

"Honey, let me give you something to tide you over this weekend," she said, smiling devilishly.

She grabbed Jake's puffy winter jacket off of the coat hanger near the front door of their apartment and threw it on the floor, squatting down to fluff it and then kneeling on it.

"What are you-? Oh... OH! Hey.... yeahhhh" said Jake as she undid his pants, pulled them and his underwear down, and gave the head of his flaccid cock a lick. She smiled, looking up at Jake from below. Opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, Sarah licked Jake's cock into her mouth with her tongue; finally wrapping her lips and mouth around it.

She kept a tight seal on his unit as her head bobbed back and forth, letting loose loud vacuum sucking sounds when the seal around her mouth was broken slightly.

Jake's breath quickened and he put his hands lightly around his wife's head. He closed his eyes and his head fell back in extasy. Sarah would stop sucking periodically to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, spending time on the underside of it, stimulating the nerve cluster there with the rough part of her tongue.

He has such a beautiful cock! thought Sarah. It was an impressive seven inches and girthy. Not small, but not TOO big.

"Give me that high protein snack before my plane ride, baby!" Sarah smiled breathlessly and Jake let out a shaky laugh.

"Oh. Sarah, I'm going to cum," warned Jake.

"Cum in my mouth, baby! Cum! Give me that cum!" panted Sarah, herself getting wet and worked up. Jake felt that familiar tickle in the head of his dick that shot waves of pleasure down the sides of it heralding an orgasm.

"Oh! Ah! Haah!" cried Jake as his cock spasmed uncontrollably, pulsing out ropes of pearly cum into Sarah's eager mouth. She kept stimulating and the cum kept spurting out a little bit longer than normal. Jake was spent, satisfied.

Sarah opened her mouth, her tongue cupped showing Jake's sperm. She made a show of swallowing it and licking her lips afterward.

She stood up smiling brightly and leaned into Jake's face and stopped. She blew out three short bursts of air in his face and asked "Does my breath smell like cum?" with a bright goofy smile on her face, eyes comically wide. They both laughed and Jake kissed his wife thoroughly.

Sarah got into the hired car. The driver confirmed that they were going to the airport and Sarah told him there was a change of plans and they would be going to the Hotel Francois instead. The driver nodded like he'd heard it all before.

Sarah called the bank where she had her rainy day fund and arranged for $50,000 to be transferred to hers and Jakes joint banking account on Monday.

That will be my cover for the payment from my "modelling" gig, thought Sarah, feeling guilty about the deception.

The car pulled up to the Hotel Francois and Sarah paid the driver with the debit card she had attached to her rainy day fund. Jake didn't know about the fund or the card.

Sarah walked into the hotel lobby wearing a hat and sunglasses. She checked with the desk and was given a key card.

"Oo! The honeymoon suite!," said the young girl at the front desk excitedly, flashing a bright smile. "Congratulations!"

Sarah nodded absentmindedly and rolled her suitcase into the spacious family restroom nestled in between the Men's and Women's restrooms and locked the door.

She changed into the clothes provided by John. She luxuriated in the fine fabrics of the bra and panties. She put on the garter belt and rolled the stockings up her long smooth legs and clipped them on. She turned around to look at her ass in the gold satin thong lingerie and couldn't help but flash a coquettish smile in the mirror while shaking her ass slightly.

No cellulite. she thought. Not yet, anyway. She ran her hands over her toned, smooth bottom.

She pulled the dress over her head and let the satin fabric flow down her body. She saw the high slit in the skirt that almost hinted at seeing her garter belt but it went up just enough to show that she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. She took great lengths in putting on her makeup, going for a dramatic, smoky look. She teased her hair so it looked full and natural. She put her old clothes and shoes into the small suitcase along with her cosmetics and toiletries and slipped on a pair of gold stiletto heels. She clasped a silver anklet around her left ankle; a reminder that she belonged to Jake. She took off her wedding rings and put them in a zippered pouch attached to the left inside wall of the suitcase.

She walked out of the bathroom and quickly turned a corner to the stairway before anyone could get a second look at her. She got a lot of first looks, though. She took the stairs to the second floor and hit the up button to wait for the elevator. A man had followed Sarah to the second floor from the lobby.

"Excuse me, uh...", he started, a handsome middle aged man in a charcoal suit. "Oh... wow. You know, I never do this...", he said incredulously; lifting up his hand to the back of his neck and turning red with embarrassment.

"You're married," said Sarah, pointing out the ring on his finger. "And I'm attached."

The man grabbed his wedding ring, twisting it and looking at her apologetically. The elevator doors opened and she stepped in, hitting the top floor.

As she was doing this, the man stepped closer.

"But, you're so... maybe we can...", he seemed dazed, breathing heavily, and began to move into the elevator too, a pleading look on his face. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him backwards as the doors closed.

"Fuck off", she said coldly as the doors finally shut him out.

Even though she had a key, Sarah knocked on the door to the honeymoon suite

John opened the door, he was dressed in a thick cotton robe with "Hotel Francois" embroidered on it. When he saw Sarah, his eyes widened and his breath caught.

No matter what happens, this is definitely worth it, thought John.

"Come in, Sarah," John said, smiling. "You didn't need to knock. You have a key." He laughed.

She smiled and strutted in, doing a reserved model catwalk, her stilettos click clacking on the marble floor. She moved to the living area and sat down on an easy chair, crossing her legs.

"I opened up some champagne," said John, moving to the bar on the side of the room. He grabbed two full champagne flutes and handed one to Sarah.

"A toast," said John, holding up his glass. "To a fun and enjoyable weekend!"

"To a nice time. Never to be repeated," said Sarah, holding up her glass and emphasizing the word "Never".

John smiled and laughed slightly. They both drained their champagne.

John made small talk with Sarah for quite a while. Sarah kept the conversation going, trying to stave off the inevitable.

After half an hour, Sarah started becoming aware of her dress and lingerie kissing her skin. She was fascinated and began to run her hands over her dress, admiring the smooth silk satin; small waves of pleasure emanating from wherever she touched. The sensation became more intense as her fingers approached her breasts or below her belly button.

John chuckled. Sarah's head snapped up.

"Wh-What did you do to me?" she cried.

"Relax," said John, making a placating motion with his hand. "It's a drug we've developed and it's been in human trials. It's basically female viagra. It's being developed as a treatment for post menopausal women who've lost their libido."

John beamed with pride.

"I'd say it's wildly successful, don't you think, Sarah?" John snickered.

"You drugged me?" cried Sarah, outraged.

"Yes but you're not intoxicated. It's not addicting. You still have all your faculties, right?" said John in a reasonable tone. "It just enhances your libido a little."

"A little?" exclaimed Sarah. "I'm about to cum just from touching my own skin!"

John laughed. "Then it's working! Look, Sarah, don't you think that, if you're going to be stuck with me for 3 whole days, you should at least get some enjoyment out of it? Like I said before, I have no illusions. I know I'm not the kind of guy that makes women wet."

Sarah sighed, It seemed reasonable.

"I just want to make it clear, no matter how much artificial joy you provide, this is just a one time thing. OK?" said Sarah, looking John in the eye.

"Of course, of course!" John responded. "I didn't buy an engagement ring, ok?" John laughed.

John stood up, motioning for Sarah to stand too. Sarah stood up, sighing heavily. I guess it's time. Oh God, Jake, I'm so sorry, she thought. I'm doing this for us. We will get through this. I can keep this secret. What's important is Jake and I will stay together and out of prison. We'll start our family and...

Her thoughts stopped as John ran his hands across her body, sliding her satin dress across her skin, causing electric pleasure to pulse wherever he slid his hands. The pleasure intensified as his hands swept down over her bottom, turning intense as his strokes became clutches reaching under her cheeks in firm handfuls.

"Soft, yet firm," observed John. "You really are perfect, you know? I bet there's not a blemish on you. You really are one of the fabled 1 percent! How did a guy like Jake successfully get a woman like you?"

"Haaah! Don't-don't mention my husband. Don't let his name pass your lips anymore," breathed Sarah, her head leaning backwards, chest heaving.

John pressed his mouth into her neck, kissing it gently, causing new waves of pleasure.

"Take off the dress. Leave the heels on," whispered John.

Sarah slipped the dress off of her shoulders. It stretched just enough to clear her full 34D breasts. She seductively swayed her hips while working it down over her hips.

She stood there in her gold satin lingerie, John gazed at her as his breath caught. He was right; not a blemish on her. Nothing but slightly tan, smooth, soft skin. He kissed her neck again and moved up to her lips. She flinched back.

"N-No kissing on the lips," warned Sarah, breathless.

John pulled back. "Hey, I wanted the full boyfriend experience, remember?"

"I don't care. No kissing on the lips," Sarah said firmly.

John stared at her, then sighed. "Fine."

He kissed her neck again and moved his hand over the crotch of her gold panties, cupping her pussy. He used his finger to trace the outline of her lips beneath the thin satin fabric. Moist heat emanated from below. He slid his hand up to her belly, feeling the soft curves of her abdominals over her flat stomach. Then, he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.

John suddenly stopped.

"Oh... uh... excuse me," he said, embarrassed. John walked to the sink near the bar, his erection clearly visible beneath his robe. He turned on the hot water and washed his hands thoroughly with soap and water. Finally, he dried them off with a hand towel that happened to be near the sink.

"Ha! Now where were we?" he said, smiling meekly.

John pulled her into him and began running his hands all over her body while kissing her neck. The drug was in full effect as she responded with small sounds and heavy breaths.

John sat down on the coffee table, his face lowered slightly to face her panty clad crotch. He leaned in and inhaled her musky scent deeply. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he ran it over the edge of her pubis, licking the satin underneath along the outlines of her pussy lips. He pressed the back of his tongue up against where he thought her clit was beneath her panties. Finally, he pulled her panties down until they reached their limit between the ends of her garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings.

"You shaved yourself bald, just like I asked," breathed John, excited. "Very good."

He stood up and reached his hand down to cup her naked pussy. He curled his index and third fingers and squished them slowly into the hot folds of her pussy as she moaned softly, kissing her neck.

The insides of her folds were very wet. John started to move his fingers into a v for victory shape and move them in a "come hither" motion.

"Whooo... ho... that feels soooo gooood!" moaned Sarah.

The sounds of thick wet squishing were soon coming from the motion of his fingers in her pussy. Juice began to flow down his hand and drip onto the floor. John pulled out his fingers slowly as Sarah sucked in her breath, shuddering in a mini orgasm, her knees slightly buckling.

Sarah stood there slightly dazed.

"Get on the coffee table and kneel. Use this for your knees," John tossed a decorative throw pillow from the sofa onto the coffee table. "Bend over press those fabulous tits against the table and stick your ass up into the air."

Sarah, still dazed, did so. John put another throw pillow between her arms resting on the table.

"Wait a second," said John, retrieving something from his satchel.

John returned with a blue vibrator. It had a clitoral stimulator on it.

"Wh-what?" asked Sarah, lazily.

"Shhhh. Let's just try this for a bit," said John.

John pressed the large bulb of the vibrator up against Sarah's glistening pussy and pushed it in slowly as she gasped suddenly. John pressed a button and the vibrator sprang to life.

"AH! hah! Oh!" exclaimed Sarah as her head snapped back, eyes wide. John slowly moved the vibrator in and out, twisting it slightly as he pushed it in. Sarah's breath caught and she began panting like an animal.

Liquid droplets began to form at the tip of her clit. John pushed the vibrator forward so that the clitoral stimulator rubbed her clitoris. He was still twisting it slightly so the clitoral stimulator rubbed side to side on her engorged clit.

"Goddd", gasped Sarah, electric waves of pleasure were spreading throughout her body from where the vibrator connected with her wet flesh. Her head flopped forward and she tightly closed her eyes, still panting like an animal.

John clicked the second button, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Sarah's head snapped back again and her eyes opened up wide.

"OO! Oh! HAH!" Sarah cried. "Oh Whoah!" The vibrations of the tool were causing some liquid to shake off of it, splashing small droplets on the table.

"There's one more setting," said John, transfixed. He clicked the third button.

"OOOO GODDDDD!" shouted Sarah as her orgasm shattered through her body, causing her to quiver uncontrollably. Her pussy began squirting out liquid in pulses. "Nooo! Oh!"

"Wow!" said John, amazed. "You squirted! I've heard of that happening but I've never actually seen it! You're amazing!"

Sarah fell to the side, her chest heaving and her body spasming randomly as the aftershocks of her orgasm rode through her.

John let her calm down a little and then grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her up.

"Get up. My turn!" he panted; his excitement peaking. "Let's move over to the bed!"

He pulled her stumbling and dazed to the suite's master bedroom and sat her down on the king size bed. He stripped off his robe

"OK put your mouth around it."

Sarah licked the underside of John's penis.

"No! Really suck it. Put it in your mouth!"

Sarah began sucking John's erect cock, her head bobbing forwards and backwards.

"Swallow it. Act like you're swallowing some food or you'll gag on it." instructed John.

Sarah gulped down the head of John's cock, constantly swallowing it. John put his hands on the back of her head, keeping her from drawing away.

"Oh God DAMN!" shouted John.

Sarah ran out of air and started gagging on it. She pulled her head back slapping John's hands away. She coughed and gasped in air, breathless like she had just had sprinted a mile, her eyes tearing up.

John laughed.

"Sorry about that. Here, lie down on your back."

Sarah did as she was instructed. John put a pillow under her neck, making her head nod backwards.

"Stick out your tongue and do that swallowing thing again."

Sarah stuck out her tongue. John positioned his erect cock at the entrance to her mouth. He started thrusting it down her throat like fucking a pussy. Sarah would swallow it as soon as it would touch her throat.

"Oh yeah, this is-wow!" exclaimed John, mouth fucking Sarah. The slightly warm air of the hotel contrasted with the wet heat of Sarah's throat. In and out. In and out.

"OH!" John suddenly pulled back and bent over with his hands on his knees. He had a look of concentration on his face, breathing hard. Sarah saw his cock in its full glory. It was six inches and not quite as girthy as her husbands. Still, it was a nice size. Just right.

"I almost came," laughed John. "It's way too early for that. Besides, I haven't tried the best part yet."

John climbed into bed beside Sarah. He moved to kiss her but she put her finger on his lips. John smiled guiltily and undid Sarah's garters, freeing her gold panties to be removed. He reached behind Sarah's back and expertly unhooked her bra with practiced ease. She slipped off her bra and threw it on the floor next to her panties. She figured she wouldn't be wearing any clothes for the rest of the weekend. Her garter belt, stockings, and stilettos followed suit.

"Good food, good meat, good God, let's eat!" joked John as he began kissing Sarah's thighs. She laughed despite herself.

Electric threads of pleasure jolted from wherever John's lips trailed, becoming more intense as he moved closer to her glistening newly shaved pussy.

John's mouth enveloped Sarah's clit and he began licking and sucking it, pressing his fingers inside her and feeling her inner walls get more slippery and sticky as he stroked them.

Sarah felt another orgasm building up quickly but was disappointed when John stopped. John climbed up between her legs, which were already spread. He fumbled with his erect cock feeling out the location of her entrance beneath his dad bod gut. She reached down and took the head of his rock hard penis and pushed it inside her sopping wet cunt.

John blew out an exhaled breath between his pursed lips and began moving his hips forward. His cock flowed all the way inside, becoming slick with her juices. Once that happened, he was able to start properly thrusting.

"OO, God Damn!" exclaimed John. "I knew you'd be tight! I knew it!"

John's dick was not quite as large as her husband's but not much smaller. Thanks to the drugs in her system, It felt beyond good. She began to moan loudly between heavy breaths as John's dick thrust back and forth, his shaft starting to glisten.

"Now, Sarah, use those same muscles you use when you stop peeing. You know? Like when you're going to the bathroom and you have to stop suddenly and cut off the stream?

Sarah thought she knew what he meant and pretended to force herself to stop peeing. Her cunt clamped down on John's penis even harder.

John's cock met more resistance, sawing in and out of her soaked pussy.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" shouted John.

"Not inside! Not inside!" yelled Sarah, breathless.

"Too late!" John slammed his hips forward into Sarah's crotch as the pre orgasmic torture spread further along his dick to its tip, falling over the cliff. His cock twitched and pulsed as lines of thick cum spewed out deep into Sarah's pussy, backwashing over his embedded cock. She felt John's dick twitching and the warmth of the jism painting her insides. He kept thrusting, enjoying the aftershocks of his pleasure. Finally, he fell to the side and lay there, spent, panting.

"Goddamn, Sarah," John said, the back of his wrist over his eyes. "I can't remember when I've cum that hard."

Within 15 minutes, John instructed Sarah to start sucking his cock again. Wordlessly, she complied, getting him hard.

"OK, we're going for doggy style now," ordered John. "Face down. Butt in the air."

Sarah complied, her pussy twitching with anticipation, aching to be filled again thanks to the drugs coursing through her system.

John got on his knees behind Sarah, his cock getting harder in anticipation as it approached her hot humidity. John wagged it with his thumb and forefinger across her entrance, slowly thrusting forward as it dug inside. The slight chill of the hotel room was replaced by hot wetness enveloping his cock.

"HAH! Are you clamping down now like I taught you?" asked John as he started proper thrusting.

"N-no!" replied Sarah, her pleasure surrounding his sawing cock.

"Shit! How is it that you're more tight now?" asked John, disbelieving. "You're a legitimate wonder!"

"Sh-shut up," said Sarah, concentrating on her pleasure. She imagined her husband thrusting into her, his muscular chest glistening with sweat. "A-and fuck me harder!"

"Whew! OK, baby, here I go!" responded John.

John grabbed Sarah's upper arms, feeling her feminine biceps, sculpted by hours spent at the gym. He pulled her up so that she was leaning forward instead of on the bed. He held her there and started thrusting faster and faster, loud wet slaps echoing through the bedroom as he slammed into her more and more.

Sarah was speaking in tongues, incomprehensible as the friction of his rapid thrusting brought forth another shuddering orgasm, the drugs intensifying it to the point of danger. She fell limp, her head dangling like a puppet as John finished his thrusting, blasting forth more pearly cum up into her insides.

He let go of her arms and she fell forward, hitting the bed, face down. John flopped down next to her. She was spasming and quivering as she rolled to the side. She wordlessly grabbed a pillow and closed her eyes.

He looked over at Sarah with an odd mixture of adoration and abject lust as she drifted off into blissful sleep.

"This is going to be a great weekend!" John laughed.

End of Chapter One