Penelope answered the door and welcomed Jeffrey. An archeologist like her husband, Frank, they
had been friends for over twenty years.
But, Penelope always thought of him as her friend, not Frank’s. While Frank traveled the world and was gone
for years at a time, Jeffrey stayed in the United States doing mostly academic
work. He was always close to Penelope, unlike
her husband.
She hugged him as he entered. Over the years, they had grown closer, not
just as friends, but there was something simmering beneath it all, although
Jeffrey wasn’t married, Penelope was.
She felt a strange comfort with his body pressed up against hers. He kissed her cheek, but his lips were so
close to hers that she could feel his breath.
Her breasts heaved as she tried to fill her lungs, and her body
trembled. She tried to ignore it, but
she couldn’t. His erection grew bigger
as he pressed up against her mound. She
felt a mounting pleasure build in her body; only solo masturbation had
satisfied her for almost four years.
Here was a man that wanted her, that desired her, yet he wasn’t her
husband. He broke the hug, and she was
disappointed. “It’s been a long time,
Jeffrey.”
“Yes, too long.”
He had a reason for not seeing her lately. He had a secret that she’d see on his face,
but he had to tell her. He suspected she
knew, but she tried to drive it from her mind.
“Where’s Fern and Rebecca?”
Rebecca was her eighteen-year-old daughter. She’d just graduated from high school and was
contemplating what she wanted to do with her life. She was a daddy’s girl, even though he was
never there for her. Unlike her sister,
Rebecca didn’t like boys and girls her own age.
It was as if she was so much older than they were, or she sought out
something else. Penelope didn’t know if
she should fear that, but so far, she was levelheaded and had never been in any
trouble. Her grades were good and her
attitude was beyond reproach.
Fern wasn’t like her sister. Outgoing, she’d just graduated with a degree
in Ancient History. She was
contemplating her future life, but first, she’d take time off during the summer
to relax after four years of college.
She was a devoted student. She
dated many men, but none for more than a few weeks, as if she sought out
something that she hadn’t found yet. She
graduated with honors, and like Rebecca, her attitude was beyond reproach.
“Fern went to the beach with her friends and won’t be
home until the weekend. Rebecca is out
somewhere, but she said she’d be home tonight.”
“How are they?”
“They’re grownup women now.” It happened so fast that Penelope almost
missed it. “I suspect they’ll be gone
soon enough. I’m not sure what I’ll do
then. They’ve been my life up to this
point.” She closed the door. “Come in; tell me all about what you’ve been
doing. Have a seat in the living room
while I get the coffee.” She knew he was
coming since yesterday. Her body was on
edge since that time.
He watched her as she walked in with the coffee, more
beautiful than she was twenty years ago.
She wore a blue skirt because she knew he liked her in a skirt. It was short to highlight her long legs. She even had a pair of high heels on as
though they were going out. She wore a
pale-blue, short-sleeve pullover that molded over her luscious breasts. They stood up just as tall as they did when
she was young. He couldn’t take his eyes
off her as she moved so gracefully, her body flowed as she walked.
Jeffrey looked handsome in his sport coat and light
slacks, the handsome professor that all the female students fell for. She wondered if he’d ever taken advantage of
his position with a student. When she
went to college, it wasn’t unheard of; she had friends that slept with their
professors. It wasn’t to get good grades;
she suspected they did it to get validation.
She saw the way he looked at her, and she felt a slight blush on her
face. “Stop looking at me that way,” she
scolded him, but then, she laughed. She
looked down to his pants, and she couldn’t draw her eyes away from the
bulge. He hadn’t lost his erection since
they hugged.
“I don’t know how Frank can stay away from you that long,
Penelope.”
“I don’t know either.”
They talked for hours, having lunch in between, but they
always went back to the couch and Jeffrey was always so close to her. She hated that he lost his erection, though
she could understand why. But she did
let her skirt ride up a bit higher on her legs to tease him. As they talked, she got a sense that Jeffrey
wanted to say something, but he was having difficulty getting it out. Did he
have a girlfriend that he was going to marry? The thought of losing him to another woman would
break her heart.
Jeffrey ran out of things to talk about, all except
one. He finally got the nerve to say
it. “It’s difficult for me to say this,
but you have to know, Penelope.”
She saw the serious look on his face. “What is it, Jeffrey, you can tell me.”
“Frank is cheating on you, Penelope.” He finally got the words out of his mouth.
“I’ve been married to Frank for almost twenty-five years,
Jeffrey. I suspected that for a long
time. It doesn’t take much to realize it
when he doesn’t come home for years.”
Even though she always thought it, it sounded real when she said it to
someone else.
“I don’t mean I suspect him; I have proof.”
That shocked her.
“What proof; how did you get it?”
“Archeologists are a close-knit group, and we talk among
ourselves about each other. I won’t tell
you who it is, but three months ago, we were talking and Frank’s name came
up. This individual had come back from
where Frank had also been. He stopped
off to visit him and being men and this individual unmarried, Frank took him
out one night. They went to a very
private club in Bangkok. It catered to a
very unique trade. My friend was taken
back by what happened in the club, but Frank seemed comfortable and was well
known by the owner.”
“But, you said you have proof.” What
was he doing in the club? Bangkok is
noted for its sexual dens where anything goes for a price.
“My friend took a video with his iPhone. Either Frank didn’t see him or didn’t care.”
Do I want to see it? Her lips were dry as she tried to contemplate
what to do. Frank would be home in two
months. “Can I see it?”
“Are you sure?”
She thought for another minute. “Yes.”
He took the phone out of his pocket. He’d copied the video over to his. “It’s about fifteen minutes,” he warned her. He handed her the phone.
She had an iPhone, so she knew how to view it, yet she
didn’t start it. She finally convinced
herself that she had to see it. She
turned it on. The picture was a bit
grainy and dark, but she could make out what was happening.
It was inside a bar or private room. There was a woman on her knees. She was naked. Her knees were pressed outward so her naked pussy
opened up. Her back was straight, her
head held up high. She had smallish breasts,
but she arched her back to make them bigger.
She wasn’t very old, somewhere between eighteen to twenty-five,
difficult to tell because she was youthful looking. Her hands were behind her back, and it took
Penelope a minute to realize that they were bound or she acted as if they were
bound.
A man came into the picture, standing over her. She tried to turn away, but the man’s hand
went to her face and tilted her chin up at him.
His hands went to his belt and opened it slowly. The button on his pants was next, and then,
Penelope could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The man dropped his pants. The camera never went to his face. His hand rubbed the bulge in his boxers as
his other hand held her head to keep her from looking away. The man grew eager and slid his shorts down, until
his cock bounced in front of him. He was
hard. His hand stroked it as he guided
her head toward his cock. The camera
went to his face just as his words came on the video.
“Open your mouth and take my cock inside.” There was no doubt it was Frank. The camera went back to the girl as Frank
rubbed his cock on her lips and held her head so she couldn’t pull back. His finger pushed into her mouth, and soon,
his cock followed. She was a petite girl
and her lips had to stretch wide to take his cock inside. Frank’s hands gripped the sides of her head
as his hips began to thrust. His cock
began to slide in and out of her mouth.
Penelope couldn’t take her eyes off the video, even though
she was disgusted by what Frank did. It
was her husband that made a bound, naked woman suck his cock. He continued to drive it into her mouth and
never let her back off. Drool ran down
her chin, but Frank refused to take it out and lose his pleasure. He grew impatient as he thrust harder, and
soon, the woman began to gag and choke when Frank pushed too hard and deep into
her mouth. Penelope couldn’t comprehend
what he did to her. She had never sucked
his cock and he never asked her to do it.
“Take it down your throat.” His words
shocked Penelope. She couldn’t believe
that he continued to shove his cock until it had only one place to go, her
throat. She could almost make out the
shape of his cock on her neck in the grainy video.
The woman struggled as she sucked him for long minutes in
her throat. He would pull his cock out
of her throat but not her mouth. His
hand went around the shaft of his cock, and with three quick strokes of it, he
cried out. The gurgled sounds from the woman’s
mouth were muffled by his cock as she tried to contend with a mouthful of
cum. Frank was in ecstasy as he
continued to dump his cum into her mouth.
It was a long time before he finished, but he left his cock in her mouth. Penelope saw her cheeks move and knew that
her tongue worked over his shrinking cock to clean it. He finally pulled it out, but the woman never
spit out his cum. She’d swallowed it
all.
Frank stood there for a minute and then untied her. He took out some money and handed it to
her. She smiled and said something Penelope
couldn’t hear and then, she walked off.
The camera went dark. Penelope
couldn’t say a thing. She was surprised
by her first question. “How much did he
pay her?”
That wasn’t the question he expected from her. “A thousand baht, I think.”
“Is that a lot?”
“It’s about $27.00.”
“I guess he got his money’s worth.” She stood up.
“Would you like a drink, Jeffrey, I need one?” She went into the kitchen and got the bottle
of scotch with two glasses. She knew
she’d have more than one drink.
Jeffrey watched her as she walked in. It was as if she was in a daze, not fully
comprehending the video. Should I have not shown it to her? He never saw her drink straight scotch
before.
“Cheers,” as she swung back the glass and felt the scotch
go down to warm her belly. Jeffrey drank
his as she filled hers again. She
swallowed a second one as she poured him another. The second went down smoother. By the time she had the third one, the world
became clearer.
She took a deep breath as she stood up in front of
Jeffrey. He looked at her with a puzzled
look, but it changed quickly as she began to unbutton her blouse. She’d never been with another man or had one
see her naked since she married Frank, but now, she would get her revenge. Jeffrey’s mouth opened wide as she opened her
blouse and took it off. Before she could
change her mind, she reached back and undid her bra. She slipped it off her shoulders and pulled
it away from her naked breasts. She
struggled not to cover them with her hands as her chest grew flushed. She arched her back and pushed out her
breasts. For her age, they were still
full and proud. Jeffrey still said nothing,
sitting there as she stood half naked in front of him. She had to finish before she lost her
nerve. She opened the button on her
skirt and pulled the zipper down, releasing it to fall at her feet. She worked faster before she lost her
nerve. She slipped her hand into the
waistband of her panties and rolled them down her hips and her legs until they
fell on her feet. She kicked them away,
standing tall with her breasts pushed out and her legs parted. Jeffrey no longer looked at her face. His face was only inches from her pussy and
that is where his eyes stared. She
leaned down and put her hand under his chin to make him look into her
eyes. “Take off your tie, Jeffrey.” She never saw him move so fast, still unable
to say any words as he handed her his tie.
“Tie my wrists behind my back, Jeffrey.”
Jeffrey never had anything like this happen to him before,
especially not with Penelope. She was
having some kind of mental breakdown after seeing the video. He should stop her, but she sounded so calm
and collected as if she knew exactly what she wanted. He didn’t know what she wanted yet, but he
began to tie her wrists behind her back.
He tied them tight. She turned
around to face him once again, naked and bound.
“Put me on my knees and make me suck your cock.”