Desperation Payments Ch. 04a

Desperation Payments

Chapter Four, Ending One

is the conventional ending or what I think would happen in real life. Probably the most boring ending.

Sunday morning rose through the windows of the honeymoon suite. Sarah, watching TV wearing nothing but thigh high stockings, finished her cake and coffee. She decided that it was time to go.

She walked into the suite master bedroom and jostled John, who was hugging Em. John breathed in heavily and woke up, groggily looking at Sarah.

"I'm going to head out," said Sarah. "We're done here, ok? Do what you promised or I will sue you."

"It'll be my word against yours," John scoffed.

"Maybe, but public opinion usually goes for the beautiful crying vulnerable woman and not the middle aged guy," stated Sarah. "Even if I don't win, your reputation will be destroyed."

"But your husband will know," warned John.

"He'll be in prison for 15 years so it won't matter," replied Sarah. "Mutually assured destruction, John."

"OK," John sighed, then looked at Sarah meaningfully. "But don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself, Sarah."

Sarah half smiled.

"Yes but I was thinking of my husband every time I was with you," responded Sarah, smirking.

John looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"OK but technically, you're mine until after breakfast," he said.

John got out of bed and stood up. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and dropped it in front of him.

"Here's your breakfast," he smirked, wagging his flaccid cock at her between his fingers. "A deal's a deal, Sarah."

Sarah looked at John with disgust, but got on her knees and took his dick in her hand. She put her hot wet mouth over it and began licking and sucking. John's penis quickly became erect and Sarah swallowed it in the back of her throat.

"Ah yes, Sarah, just like I taught you," breathed John heavily. "Take that skill home to your husband. You look amazing in just black thigh high stockings, by the way."

Sarah wanted to slap him for talking about her husband, but she figured she could just get him off quickly and go. A little time passed and then John grabbed her ears and shoved his cock as far as it would go.

"Sarah! Sarahhh!" he exclaimed as pulses of cum shot down her throat.

Sarah gagged and coughed as he came. She slapped his hands away and gagged, throwing up a little, and coughed uncontrollably for a minute.

"Is that chocolate cake?" John asked, looking at the small bit of vomit dripping from the corner of her mouth, amused. "Naughty naughty, Sarah! Don't get fat for your husband's sake. HA!"

"Fuck you, John," sputtered Sarah hoarsely, wiping her mouth. "Just remember our deal."

"Yeah, yeah. It'll all disappear Monday. Don't worry. Jake will be back at work, he'll get a bonus and a salary increase."

Sarah stood up to go take a shower and brush her teeth.

Might as well enjoy this shower head one last time. Sarah thought. She was a little horny from the blowjob she just gave.

Sarah lay the shower head down and squatted over it, rubbing her pussy until her horniness became another orgasm.

Sarah dressed in casual street clothes like she would wear on an airplane. Her hair and makeup were done in the same fashion. As she was packing up her clothes, Em came to her, dressed in a hotel robe.

"Take all of these, Sarah," said Em.

Em had all of Sarah's outfits and clothes that John had bought her that weekend. Sarah looked at them with disdain.

"Oh come on, Sarah," insisted Em. "You look extremely sexy in them. They fit you perfectly. Let your husband enjoy them. That'll be part of your penance."

Sarah nodded and started packing the clothes.

"You want the dildoes too?" mocked John.

"No, she has a real man at home. Sexy AND smart," spat Em at John.

"Ha! I bet she doesn't do anal with him," smirked John. "That one will be mine. Her anal virginity is mine!"

Sarah suddenly felt very guilty and sad.

"That's not the flex you think it is, John," commented Em. "Losing any virginity isn't fun for a woman. It's the times after that are fun."

"Pff! Whatever. Take off your robe and go get into the bed. We have until Monday. I called Cindy and she'll be over soon."

"Cindy?" asked Sarah.

"An escort we use from time to time," said Em. "She's good. Very pretty. Nice."

Em sighed and turned to walk to the bedroom. Sarah grabbed her hand and pulled her into a light kiss.

"I don't want to mess up my lip color," Sarah apologized.

Em nodded and smiled wistfully, then turned and walked to the bedroom, taking off her robe and letting it fall to the floor.

She's still got an incredible ass, thought Sarah, gazing at Em's bottom. Kind of jealous, actually.

"Well, it's been real, Sarah," said John, taking off his robe and walking after Em, his erection poking from underneath his belly. "Goodbye."

"Remember your part of the deal, John," warned Sarah.

"Yeah yeah," responded John, not looking at Sarah, waving his hand in response over his shoulder. He walked through the door and shut it, leaving Sarah alone.

Sarah called a car service and went down to the front of the hotel. She waited just inside the front door of the lobby, texting her husband that the airplane had landed and she was headed home.

She kept her head down, hat and glasses on, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The ride arrived and she rode quietly to her home.

Do not cry. Don't cry. Don't you fucking do it. thought Sarah, pinching herself.

She rode up the elevator to their apartment, dreading the moment when she would see Jake, her husband, face to face. She stepped out of the elevator and took several very deep breaths. Sucking in the air, holding it, and then slowly exhaling. She did that several times until her mind quieted down.

She unlocked and opened the front door to their apartment. Jake was watching TV and immediately muted it, standing up and walking over to greet his wife. As Jake walked to Sarah, she began to cry. A confused look appeared on Jake's face.

Oh Shit! I'm crying! What the fuck to I say?

Sarah ran and threw her arms around Jake, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his neck and weeping.

"Sarah, what's the matter? Did something happen?" asked Jake, concerned.

"I just missed you SO MUCH, Jake," wept Sarah. "They really drove me like a slave. They weren't nice or kind at all and kept criticizing my appearance. They were so MEAN!"

"Aw, honey. I'm so sorry," consoled Jake. "You're the most gorgeous woman in the world! If they can't see it then they're obviously blind and stupid."

They sat on the couch for a time, Sarah weeping on Jake.

After a time, Sarah kissed Jake. Jake kissed her back and they began to make out passionately. After a few minutes of this, Sarah felt Jake's pants and his cock was erect.

I need him to reclaim me, thought Sarah.

"Jake, as you know, it was a lingerie shoot," started Sarah, stroking the side of Jake's face. "So they let me keep some of my outfits."

"Really?" asked Jake, excited.

"Shall I show you one?" asked Sarah, smiling coyly at Jake.

"Hell YES!" cried Jake.

"OK wait here, honey!"

Sarah got up and pulled her bag into the master bathroom. She dressed herself up in the gold satin bra and matching thong panties. She slipped on the matching gold satin garter belt and rolled up the beige stockings and clipped them to the garter belt straps. Then, she did her hair and makeup in a dramatic smoky look. She was going to look her best for her husband at all times from now on. She slipped her feet into the stilettos and walked out of the bathroom to the living room where her husband sat watching TV.

"Why watch TV, when there's a better show in front of you?" smiled Sarah.

"Yes ma'am!", said Jake, smiling.

He turned off the TV and stood up to embrace his wife. They kissed for a bit while his hands roamed over her smooth blemish free body. She pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs, exposing his erection.

"Don't suck it," said Jake. "I want your pussy."

Sarah smiled and teared up a little. She reached down between her legs and pulled her thong aside. She then straddled Jake, grabbing his erect penis and rubbing it on her pussy lips, getting the tip wet. She worked it back and forth until the tip was between her labia. Then she lowered her pussy onto his cock, shuddering as its entire length slid in easily, but still stretching it with its girth. She began undulating her hips back and forth, side to side, feeling Jake's cock sliding around her insides. Sarah then flexed her pelvic floor muscles, like John had taught her.

"What the fuck? You're so tight!" cried Jake. "I-I don't think I'm gonna last very long!"

"Shut up and cum in my pussy, Jake," ordered Sarah breathlessly.

That was what sent Jake over the edge. The tickle in the underside of his cock shaft turned into a pulse of pleasure which spread along the head and jolted down to his balls and caused him to lose control over his dick as it erupted. He threw his head back, crying out as great ropes of pearly cum pulsed and spurted up into his wife's pussy.

"GAH! AHH!" cried Jake as he came harder than he had in a long time.

"Sorry... sorry Sarah," apologized Jake.

"You're right where I want you, Jake," smiled Sarah. "Our fuck fest is just beginning."

They held each other for a while. Sarah assured her that her paycheck for that weekend would pay for a lawyer to defend Jake against any criminal charges. She knew that John would make the problem go away, though.

Maybe we can use that $50,000 for something fun, thought Sarah.

After a while Jake's erection returned, with the help of Sarah's tender kisses and strokes.

"Wait," said Sarah, "I want to give you something."

"What?" asked Jake, puzzled.

Sarah didn't have any lube, she didn't need any for her sexy husband. She went to the master bedroom and grabbed some particularly viscous skin lotion. She undid her garter straps and stripped off her panties and re-clipped the straps to the stockings. Then, she lay down a large towel on their bed. After that, she walked into the living room and dragged Jake into their bedroom.

"I chatted with one of the girls and she told me about this. It sounded sexy so I really wanted to try it," said Sarah.

"Try what?" asked Jake.

Sarah got on all fours on top of the towel in the bed and began rubbing the lotion on her anus, shoving one, then two fingers inside and working them around.

"Anal?? Really?", asked Jake, astonished.

"Yeah baby," responded Sarah, sexily. "Coat your dick with this lotion and then ease it in slowly."

She had two fingers sliding in and out of her asshole at this point, stopping only to put on more lotion. Jake took the bottle from her and slathered his cock with the slippery substance. Finally, he pressed the head of his dick against her anus as she spread her cheeks with her hands. Sarah looked back over her shoulder at him expectantly.

"Are you sure?" asked Jake again. "This is... new. You know?"

"Stop overthinking it and fuck me in the ass, Jake!" demanded Sarah.

"Ha! Yes ma'am," replied Jake, dutifully ironic.

He pressed his glistening cock into her asshole slowly. Sarah sucked in her breath sharply. Jake was girthier than John. Jake stopped when he heard her.

"No," said Sarah. "Keep going. I need it! PLEASE, Jake!"

Sarah wanted Jake inside her to overwrite where John had been.

"OK, OK," assured Jake, slightly confused.

Jake put more lotion on the part of his shaft just below the head that hadn't been inside of her yet. Then, he slowly pushed in more.

"HAH! OK! DO IT, JAKE," cried Sarah.

Jake pushed in more until eventually all 7 inches was inside her ass. Sarah wiggled her butt against Jake's crotch, feeling his dick slide within her a little.

"That's it, that's it," sighed Sarah, sounding relieved. "Start pumping, honey."

Jake pulled out and pressed back in slowly, causing her breath to catch more. When her asshole was limber after several pumps, Jake started thrusting normally as if fucking her pussy.

"I don't know honey, this is different. It's nice, but it's not as good as when you're tightening your pussy," observed Jake.

"Cum in my ass!" demanded Sarah.

Jake pumped against her until that familiar tickle in the base of his cock meant that his orgasm was incoming and inevitable.

"ACH!" he cried as he pumped load after load of hot jism up her anal canal.

"Yes! Yes!" cried Sarah, triumphantly.

He reclaimed it. It's all his now. thought Sarah.

"You actually LIKED that?" asked Jake.

"Yes, I loved it! I love you!" replied Sarah.

"I love you too, Sarah, but I feel kind of bad. I mean, you haven't cum yet." said Jake.

"Maybe we can change that. Let's take a shower."

Sarah and Jake showered together. Cleaning each other thoroughly. After drying each other completely, Sarah pulled Jake over to the bed and sucked his cock until it was erect again, swallowing the head down her throat.

"Oh wow. Where did you learn that?" asked Jake, breathlessly.

"You like it?" smiled Sarah.

"I love it!" shouted Jake.

"One of the models I did the shoot with is also a porn actress. She told me all of the tricks," stated Sarah, jacking Jake's cock with her hand before enveloping it with her mouth again until it was rock hard.

Sarah pushed Jake down onto the bed and straddled his hips, using one leg to prop herself up as she worked his cock into her pussy. She squatted over him, thrusting her hips down onto his erect cock, feeling its girth slide all over the inner walls of her pussy. She was careful not to tighten up, so it would last longer.

She bore down on his cock, slamming her pussy against Jake's crotch, feeling the intense pleasure of her husband's dick inside her.

Finally, she felt the rush of an orgasm overtaking her like a tidal wave of ecstasy, surrendering to it. She arched her back and slammed her pussy down onto Jake's cock ferociously and holding it there, throwing her head back and cumming with a shuddering climax.

She had to admit to herself that she didn't come as hard as she had with John and Em. She attributed that to the "female viagra" she had taken that weekend. However, it was more satisfying in a real way because she deeply loved the man who gave her this orgasm. She not only felt sexual release, she felt safe and loved, and she felt the satisfaction of giving herself fully to the one she loved, not holding anything back emotionally like she did with John and Em. It was different, but ultimately better.

Afterwards, she tightened up her pelvic floor muscles and undulated back and forth on Jakes dick, spasming slightly in the aftershocks of her orgasm. After she tightened up, Jake's orgasm was a foregone conclusion. He thrust his hips upward as his cock pulsed out streams of cum, painting the walls of his wife's pussy.

As they lay in the afterglow of their tryst. Jake consciously quieted his mind of questions, and fell asleep.

He awoke to the heavenly smell of Sarah preparing a homemade pasta meal, with marinara made from scratch using fresh ripe San Marzano tomatoes, white wine, and fresh spices like basil and oregano from her small herb garden on the balcony of their apartment.

They sat next to each other, feeding each other in the nude. Taking time to lick off any spilled pasta sauce that fell on Jake's chest or Sarah's breasts. This was followed by more lovemaking spaced out by Sarah modeling her outfits for Jake.

John was true to his word. Monday morning, Jake was informed that the evidence against him was the result of a computer glitch. The company apologized profusely, giving him a sizable bonus for any mental anguish he went through as well as a 15% raise and an extra week of paid leave per year added permanently.

That night, Jake was hugging his wife and telling her how relieved he was. Sarah lamented that the $50,000 photo shoot was for nothing. Jake apologized to her that she had to go through that. Sarah dismissed it and said they should use the money to go on a luxury vacation to Europe instead.

They sat there, watching TV for a bit, when Jake suddenly turned it off. Sarah, confused, sat up from having her head on his shoulder and looked at him. He was staring at nothing.

"Jake? What?" asked Sarah.

"Sarah," said Jake, emotionlessly, pausing as if to collect his thoughts. "You came home early from your photoshoot, being paid ungodly amounts of money for it. You all of a sudden know how to give incredible blowjobs, have new pussy techniques or whatever, and crave anal sex."

"Jake! I-" started Sarah.

"Stop it, Sarah!" interrupted Jake, causing Sarah to flinch.

He sighed, still not looking at her.

"I'm not going to question your story, Sarah," started Jake. "I don't want to open that Pandora's box. Ever."

Jake looked up at Sarah, meeting her gaze, a serious look in his eyes.

"Because, God help me Sarah, I don't know how to NOT love you," he stated plainly his voice quivering at the end.

Sarah gasped a little, tearing up.

"But I'm not a fool, Sarah," said Jake, a cold look in his eyes. "Do not disrespect me by thinking I'm buying your story. I'm going to accept the explanation because I don't want to hear the truth. Not now anyway. Maybe I'll want the truth in the future, but not now."

Sarah started crying. Jake continued.

"But you need to know that, although my love for you is stronger than ever, Sarah, my trust in you is at an all time low. I'm going to need you to fix this. You broke it. So you need to fix it. Call whatever resource you can. Talk to a shrink. Read a book. Call an exorcist. I don't fucking care. The future of our marriage depends on it."

Jake's look softened.

"I will do my best to participate in this process, but you're going to be the one doing all of the heavy lifting here, Sarah. Do you understand?"

Sarah was weeping at this point.

"Yes, Jake," sobbed Sarah, bowing her head. "I understand completely."

"Go ahead and erase any evidence of whatever you've done, Sarah. I don't want to fucking see it. We'll start fresh."

Jake grabbed Sarah's shoulders.

"Look at me, Sarah," commanded Jake.

Sarah looked up at him. When their eyes met, she cried harder.

"Do not ever fucking make the mistake of underestimating my intelligence again. Do you fucking understand me?"

Sarah nodded guiltily. Jake nodded his head in response.

"Come here," said Jake, pulling her in and turning the TV back on.

Over the next few weeks, Sarah got a new phone, not bothering to import anything from her old one. She deleted her old social media and began new accounts that were private, friends and family only. No more online bragging about her magical life with her husband. She installed spy apps on her phone and computer at her own expense and gave Jake full access to them. She denied Jake nothing when it came to access to her personal life. She actively seduced him in bed. She taught herself to make Jake's favorite food by getting the recipes from his mother. She would video call Jake every 15 minutes when she was out with her girlfriends, dismissing their mockery.

One day, she put a package of papers in front of Jake. It was a post nuptial agreement. It featured a draconian infidelity clause, one that had maximum penalties that could still be enforced in a legal divorce. She couldn't just have it apply to her, so his penalties were much less severe. After having his own independent lawyer look it over, they both signed it.

She read books and went to therapy. Jake did his part too. They healed as much as they could without Jake knowing the truth. Six months after the events, they were still healing, but on their way to having a somewhat normal relationship. Their chances at a marriage that lasts were a little worse than before. But who knows the future really?