David stared out of his study window. It had been raining all morning and he was daydreaming, watching the puddles forming on the gravel driveway outside. A welcome day off gave him the chance to catch up on a pile of paperwork and emails. The only semblance of light relief had been a text from Kate saying she had a surprise for him later.
The postman’s headlights shone through the gloom and he feared it heralded even more work. While sorting through the bundle, one package stood out. A brown Jiffybag. It was the address that caught his eye; it didn’t have a surname or postcode, just his Christian name along with the house name and village.
Opening it, he found a DVD in a plastic case. There wasn’t a covering letter and the only writing was on the disc itself. In black marker pen it read “Into Temptation.” He put it to one side and continued working though the pile of paperwork. An hour later he again picked it up and poured himself a coffee. Walking through to the lounge, he put the disc into the DVD player.
The screen was black with a cherry red banner reading “Into Temptation … 06/09/2017″. David watched as the back of a well-built black man came into focus, his muscular backside was between the legs of a woman who, by the sound of her whispers and moans, was enthusiastically enjoying the experience. David’s first thought was that this must be Kate’s surprise. He turned the sound up and sat down on the settee as the woman’s voice became clear.
“Fuck me Simon, Fuck meeeeeee,” she begged, as her voice rang out around the living room. The camera-angle changed to the foot of the bed and now he had a clear view of the black man’s huge cock pushing and pulling the woman’s tight pussy. He watched as her fluid dripped out of her, coating the man’s large glistening cock as it glided smoothly, in and out. Another change of angle and the camera was above the bed looking down with the woman’s large breasts dancing to the rhythm of his strokes, moving in circles.
Panning out, the woman’s face came in to view for the first time. David stood paralysed, completely stunned with the realisation that the woman on the screen who was demanding to be fucked was his wife. As his entire world came to a shuddering halt, he continued to watch the images on the screen, completely transfixed but unable to look away as he felt the full force of his betrayal. The camera angle was now at the side of the bed and Kate’s legs were spread wide over the man’s shoulders. Her arms were pinned down over her head. And she was begging, actually begging this man to fuck her.
And then it happened. The man turned his head to the camera and grinned. Without speaking, he was clearly goading David, showing the extent to which he owned his wife. He tried to work out when this could have happened. The date at the beginning of the film was familiar, but without consulting his diary he couldn’t think; his mind was racing. How long has this been going on? Was this the first man or one of many she had fucked behind his back? Focusing again on the screen, he saw a new, different angle with Kate’s legs wrapped around the man’s back and her hands raking his muscular arse, pulling him deeper into her, gripping his flesh. As he picked up his phone, through the speakers he could hear his wife cumming, and as he looked again at the screen, he saw Kate gripping her lover, pulling him even deeper into her.
Kate left her seat at the surgery, taking orders from her colleagues for coffee as she walked to the tearoom. Turning on the kettle she checked her phone and noted two missed calls from David, and a message. Pulling up the message it read:
“I’m so, so sorry Kathrine, you have to believe me, I had nothing to do with this. Spencer.”
Kate’s heart sank, knowing instinctively that this was bad. She searched for the missed calls that David had left with a voicemail on the second one. Kate waited impatiently. It was short and to the point.
“Kate. What the fuck have you done.”
With shaking hands, she dialled his number. When he answered, David ranted. “Cock! DVD! Whore!” and “Black!” were among the few words that registered. Kate ran through reception and out into street and in the lashing rain, she hailed a taxi. As she travelled home, her thoughts turned back to that morning, many months ago when she had left Simon’s flat, petrified at being caught and scared of the consequences. This time, whatever Simon had done, David now knew. The game was up.
The taxi pulled up outside the lodge and she raced into the house though the kitchen door. David was leaning back against kitchen worktop, whisky in hand, his eyes puffy and it was obvious that he’d been crying. There was no rant, no raised voice, but the utter dismay and hurt on his face said it all. He looked at her standing in the doorway and despite the rain dripping down her face, she looked beautiful.
She had always been out of his league. Even before the accident he was always aware of the attention she had received from his male friends, a hand on her bottom, the conversations he overheard referring to her hour glass figure or the more salacious ones where they would crudely express what they’d love to do to her and how she’d love it. He always wished he had the courage to defend her honour, but always let it go, happy that she was by his side. A long-standing rumour about an affair with his best friend Charles had circulated for years, and he feared the day would come when she found a more comparable lover.
“Who is he?” It seemed like the most obvious place to start. He hoped it would also answer how long she’d been seeing him.
“I’m so sorry David, I -”
“Who is he?” David interrupted, not wanting to hear a drawn-out apology.
“I met him in a bar,” she grimaced, knowing how sleazy that sounded, “you were in London. Nothing was planned, it just happened.” Kate could feel tears stinging her eyes.
“How many times have you seen him?” His calmness unnerved her. She’d been prepared for an argument but as in his profession, he was methodical.
“It was the only time,” she pleaded, “one stupid time and I’ve regretted it ever since.”
“Did he drug you?” he questioned, searching for an explanation, trying desperately to reapportion the blame.
“No, it wasn’t like that. I really can’t explain why. It just happened.” He wanted to believe her, but a seed of doubt was growing, feeding his fragile insecurities. What really concerned him though was, in the little time he’d had waiting for her to arrive, he had already been working out the implications.
“What does he want? Money?” He knew there must be a reason behind the DVD’s arrival.
“Apart from a text the following day, I promise you I’ve had no contact with him. I don’t know why he would send it.” David wasn’t a fool, he knew there must be something else. And that scared him.
“Kate, you do know we can’t let this get out. If it did we’d be ruined, our reputations torn to shreds. I could kiss the knighthood goodbye for a start, there’s no way I could accept it. The fucking press would have a field day; I can see the headlines now. ‘Impotent surgeon’s wife in big black cock sensation.’ They’ll love that.” Humour had always been his release valve when dealing with stress, but the reality of that statement hit home.
“I’ll call him. I think I’ve still got his number somewhere.” She really had no idea why Simon would suddenly come out of the woodwork like this. She looked at David, but he hadn’t moved. “I really am sorry David, I’ve been a fool. Please don’t hate me, I couldn’t bear that.”
The DVD was still playing in the lounge with the volume at a level for them to hear her, confirming over and over how wonderful Simons cock was. What a humiliatingly public way to be caught. David stood staring into space while almost comically, Kate’s orgasmic moans played out around the house. She hated seeing him sad, and she wanted to please him, to win him back, like a child.
“You are still the man I love. David I’d do anything to put this right.” Looking him in the eye, she reached under her knee-length skirt, pulled her pink knickers down and kicked them to one side. Behind David on the draining board was a long red plastic spatula. She reached over and handed it to him. He looked at her shocked but understood Kate’s past and her desire for atonement.
“I’m so sorry David.” Turning her back to him, she bent over the large oak table in the centre of the kitchen and lifted her skirt, revealing her wonderfully round bottom to him as he gripped the spatula in his fist.
“Punish me,” she whispered over her shoulder, encouraging him to discipline her. She whimpered in gratification as the first blow came down.
The rain hadn’t let up all day and Kate lay on the bed, her bottom still pink and smarting from the spanking David had administered. She searched her phone, praying she hadn’t deleted Simon’s phone number. With some relief, amongst the many texts, she found it and paused. Composing herself, she pressed “call.”
“Kate.” His answer startled her. He was normal, just how she remembered and certainly not how she imagined a scheming blackmailer to sound.
“Hi,” was all she could manage in the way of a reply. There was silence; Kate hadn’t prepared anything and cursed herself. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“It’s not personal Kate, I’ve nothing against you. Listen, I don’t really want to do this over the phone, let’s meet.” Kate didn’t want this, and in fact she didn’t really want to see him again at all, but she felt she had little choice.
“Where?”
“Just off the high street, down an alley, there’s a little bar, you know the one. I’ll meet you there, just like old times. Say, five o’clock on Thursday? And wear something inappropriate.” The call ended, and she could feel the butterflies, the undeniable tingle in her loins as she remembered their brief encounter.
She looked up and saw David standing in the doorway. He had caught the gist of what was being said and understood that unfortunately they were going to meet. He also realised the danger in a reconciliation. Kate saw his face and burst into tears. She was truly torn. Simon could never replace David as her life-partner, her soulmate, but David was no match physically. He couldn’t satisfy her the way Simon had. Was she being selfish? One night, that’s all it had been. And it had put them both in an impossible situation.
The Carfax clock tower was lost in the fog as it struck five o’clock. Kate walked slowly up the high street, the chimes confirming her tardiness, but she didn’t really care, she had been dreading this meeting all day. Her decision to comply with Simons ‘inappropriate’ request was now regretted, and, fearing Simon’s intentions, she wasn’t confident she had the strength to refuse him. The bar was quiet as she quickly surveyed the room, anxious of being recognised. Sitting at the bar was a portly gentleman whom she knew to be the owner talking to the barman, and in the window seat sat a man, possibly a tourist, on his own staring out into the murky evening.
The only others in the bar were two young giggling office girls who sat warming themselves by the fire. All of them, she was happy to observe, paid little attention to her arrival. She found Simon hidden in darkness in a corner, a small distance from the others. The broken lightbulb had been replaced by a small candle placed on the table. Ordering a gin and tonic from the young barman, her confidence was given a boost as his eyes were drawn to her ample cleavage. The deep red blush on his face when he looked up to see her smiling at him made her day. Composing herself she slowly walked to the corner table and joined Simon. He was sporting a shiny black eye like he’d been in a fight.
“Jealous husband?” she smirked, not able to help herself as she took her seat.
“Something like that,” he replied. The black stockings that disappeared up Kate’s knee length skirt piqued his interest as he remembered the treasure that lay beneath. “I’ve missed you.” Kate had promised herself not to be seduced again by his considerable charm, and to avoid any intimate conversation.
“Why are you doing this to me Simon? What do you want?” He hadn’t expected her to be quite so feisty and studied her expression as he took a sip from his beer.
“I don’t belong here Kate,” he began, “I’m here on a scholarship because I’ve a gift for mathematics. I find the maths easy, but the rest? The gowns and pageantry, it’s just not me, and it’s fucking expensive. I saw you and your husband in the paper, his knighthood. I saw an opportunity and -”
“So, it’s blackmail?” Kate cut in, not interested with his sob story. His confirmation of blackmail was never in doubt, the only question now was how much it was going cost.
“That’s a bad word. Let’s call it a simple transaction. I’ve got something you want, and I want to be paid for it.”
“How much then?” Kate and David had a budget, and her heart beat loudly in her chest as she awaited his reply.
“Fifty thousand pounds.” Kate stared at him with her best poker face. They’d budgeted up to two hundred and fifty thousand pounds. This was substantially lower than they had expected.
“I’ll have to talk to David,” she said, keeping her cards close to her chest. “If we pay, will you promise to delete the film?”
“Yes. You can watch me erase it yourself if you want. But you bring me the money alone Kate, and it must be cash. And when you bring it, make sure you’re wearing something sexy.” Leaning in, his hand reached out and touched her knee. “Are you wearing something for me now?” He waited for her reaction as his hand moved higher, testing her. “You didn’t think it would be all about money, did you?” Kate froze, her back was to the barroom but above Simon’s head, a mirror reflected all the patrons. His hand reached higher feeling the smooth flesh above her stocking tops.
“Open your legs.” His voice was a husky whisper. Kate knew that she should pull his hand away, but his influence over her remained. She couldn’t explain it, but it weakened her resistance.
“Simon no,” she begged, “please.” She could feel her legs tremble and sense the moistness between.
“Follow me Kate,” he offered, noting her dilated pupils, which was all the evidence he needed to show him how much she wanted this. “Let’s go to my flat. That’s what you really want isn’t it?” He was right of course, and his hand continued to stroke the tantalising gap between her stocking top and her sex.
She kept telling herself over and over to be strong, knowing the dire consequences if she capitulated. Glancing in the mirror, she was relieved to see they hadn’t drawn any attention to themselves. Kate continuously shook her head as she decided that this had gone far enough. But Simon’s left hand slipped up the outside of Kate’s right leg, raising her skirt, dangerously close to revealing her suspender straps. She was still shaking her head, her wide eyes pleading with him when she slowly opened her legs, allowing him access. He looked her in the eye, feeling the lacy material and the open slit of her crotchless knickers encouraging his middle finger to enter. The devilish grin that danced over Simon’s face drew a sigh from Kate.
“You said something inappropriate,” she said, desperately holding on to her dignity, “well there you are.” She bit her bottom lip as his finger toyed with her clitoris. Then she felt two fingers entering her, and his hand slowly eased in an out squeezing her swollen g-spot. In the mirror, Kate was mortified to see they had attracted the attention of the two young office girls and this hadn’t gone unnoticed by Simon who whispered into Kate’s ear.
“We have an audience Kate. Show them what a slut you are. Cum for me over my fingers.” She blinked through misty eyes at the girls in the mirror, their full attention focused on the outrageous scene in the darkened corner of the bar.
“I can’t Simon, please. This is wrong.” Simon increased the pace and she could feel her juices dripping down her arse. She cursed herself for being so weak, wondering what the hold was that he had over her. Raising a leg onto Simons chair support she tilted her hips allowing him greater access. More fingers slowly penetrated her, causing her head to jolt back as he stretched her pussy. Over her shoulder she heard gasps from the two girls as it became apparent what had just happened. Then it began, building slowly, that unmistakable feeling and she knew there was no fighting it. With her mind in turmoil, all control lost, all her nerve endings spasmed. There was no saving herself from this indignity and disgrace. Her head dropped to her chest as she gripped the table determined not to cry out.
“Fuck, fuck,” she whispered, “mmmmm.” As hard as she tried, she realised that others in the bar must have heard her release. Simon continued, vigorously pressing his two fingers against the soft g spot intent on breaking her resolve completely. Kate closed her legs, trapping his hand.
“No more. Simon, please, no more.” Understanding it was over, he withdrew his hand and while looking over at the two girls he rubbed his fingers, still wet from Kate’s orgasm over his lips. Finishing his drink, he got up from his seat and stood with his crotch deliberately at Kate’s eye level. She stole a glance at the enormous bulge only inches from her face, her vision blurred, her senses still tingling from her orgasm. The temptation to reach out and touch it was undeniable. Looking back up, she saw Simon staring down, grinning.
“Let me know Kate, and don’t take too long.” He paid for the drinks at the bar and then made his way towards the exit. Kate watched him approach the two young office girls. Stopping briefly at their table, they chatted and at various times she saw them looking at the obvious bulge in his jeans. His cock ran like a steel rod down his left leg. Smiling, he pointed to an unspecified place through the window outside in the dark.
As he walked out into the alley, the two girls gathered their coats and followed. Kate felt a deep pang of jealousy as she watched them disappear into the night, knowing what lay ahead for them. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, she corrected her skirt which was still raised, showing to her horror, her stockings and suspender straps. Over her shoulder she saw the overweight bar owner raise his glass to her; the girls were obviously not the only ones to witness her sordid submission. It was then that she detected that all the eyes in the bar were on her. She cringed as the stout man walked over and stood beside her. To her abject amazement, his fly was unzipped, and his dick stood out erect.
“You’ve got our cocks hard. What do you say we close the bar early and you can finish us all off? I’ll buy you another drink.” She was mortified. Was this what she had become? A barroom slut selling favours for a glass of gin. Unable to speak, she rushed to the exit.
“So, you’re just a black cock whore then!” he shouted as she slammed the door behind her. With his words still ringing in her ears, she ran towards the high street as her tears flowed. Hailing a taxi, she sat in silence in the rush hour traffic, reliving the last hour, trying to make sense of it all, full of contradictions. There was definitely an attraction, mostly physical she had to admit, but an attraction all the same.
Ever since the Christmas ball, Simon hadn’t been far from her thoughts. Her normally mundane, orderly life was being turned upside down, which worried and excited her in equal measure. She scrolled through her phone, until she found the pictures that Simon had sent all those months ago. Finding the selfie, with Simon’s impressive cock hanging between his legs, she pressed delete. If only life was as simple; one click to make all your troubles disappear.
Not for the first time she was made to think back over the previous months. There were a lot of “if onlys” but ultimately the final decision had been hers. That one night with Simon had been the catalyst, but if she had walked away from Simon at the bar none of this would have happened. The blackmail by Spencer where she felt she had little choice but to comply with his wishes, to take his cock in her mouth until he came.
The mortifying moment when her husband found out about her affair. The DVD portraying her as some ageing porn star, begging Simon to fuck her. And then tonight’s total humiliation, treated like a barroom slut, a plaything for his pleasure. But what haunted her most was that first night with Simon. She had experienced sex like never before. She had watched porn movies where the star is screaming in ecstasy believing it to be an act. Simon proved to her that it wasn’t. But what broke her heart was on that night, she had enjoyed it.
Kate took a deep breath as she walked out of the cold fog into the warmth of her home. David met her in the hall and she collapsed into his arms crying uncontrollably. She could no longer cope with the stress of her deceitful behaviour. They sat in silence in the kitchen. David had poured her a drink and they listened to the large clock above the Aga marking time. Kate was selective with the details of her meeting with Simon, and while David was relieved that the amount was a lot less than he had expected, he feared sting in the tail.
“He wants it in cash,” she continued, sipping her brandy and causing David to laugh out loud.
“I’m surprised he didn’t say ‘used dollar bills only, leave them in a bag on the east side of the river’,” David retorted, doing his best Humphrey Bogart impression. The cliché of the proposed transaction wasn’t lost on him. One look at Kate’s face told him she didn’t share his humour. “Okay, let’s get this over with quick. Get this bastard out of our lives forever and move on. I’ll get the money to him, and he can fuck off.”
He took a large swig from his whiskey and soda and watched Kate as she nervously sipped her drink. It all sounded too easy, too smooth, and that concerned him. When you’ve been married for twenty-nine years you instinctively know when your partner is hiding something, and Kate’s body language was giving her away. She was normally such a strong, independent woman. It surprised him that a meeting with Simon should have this effect on her.
“Kate, is there a catch?” Holding his breath, he had asked the one question to which he feared the answer. She knew she had to tell him, but how? How do you tell your loving husband, that you’re going to spend the evening with someone who’s going to fuck you? Fuck you like he never could.
“He wants me to bring the money,” she said, hoping he would get the hidden message.
“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” Kate closed her eyes; evidently any hidden message had zoomed over his head.
“No,” she left her seat and walked over to him, kissing him on the lips. This broke her heart, and she could feel the tears well up as she started to sob. “David, he wants me. For the night.” David processed what she’d just said, but he couldn’t look her in the face.
“Have you agreed to this?” he barked, his face desperate and clenching his fists, trying to keep his temper.
“I haven’t agreed to anything David. That’s what we’re discussing now. What do we do?” Neither wanted to say yes. Kate’s heart was torn in two, and David certainly didn’t want to give his blessing. In the end it was Kate who broke the silence.
“I can’t see that we have a choice.”
“I know,” David snapped back, having already reached that conclusion himself. He turned and headed for the front door. “Phone the bastard,” he barked as the heavy door shut behind him. Kate took her phone out of her handbag and lay it on the table, searching hopelessly for the words.
“You win. When and where?” she texted, pouring another brandy while she waited expectedly.
“Eight o’clock. Tomorrow night. Flat two.” She didn’t reply as she didn’t know what to say. Then a second text, “My dear slut, I can’t wait to have you again. I want you to dress properly for the occasion.”
In the last few hours she’d been called a slut and a whore. Perhaps she was. Her life had spiralled out of control to the extent that she didn’t know what to believe anymore. Her phone buzzed again. It was a list of email addresses and included were four daily newspapers and an assortment of their friends and work colleagues. “In case you are thinking of doing something stupid, all these contacts are just one click away.
Attached was a short clip of her sucking his thick black cock. There was no turning back now.
