At 6 AM my phone rang. I picked it up.
“Rob, it’s Saul. I need your help. I’m in jail. My bail hearing is at 9,” Saul bellowed.
“Slow down Saul,” I mumbled. “Explain.”
“I was at the Dusitpirom’s house last night. It was fucked up and I lost it,” Saul complained.
“So why did they arrest you?” I enquired.
“Things got violent!” Saul shouted into the phone.
“OK,” I tried to calm Saul down. “What are the charges?”
“Aggravated Assault,” Saul shouted. “Aggravated fucking assault!”
“Saul, you need a criminal lawyer for this,” I argued. “I’m an intellectual property patent attorney. I’m useless here.”
“Bullshit, Rob, you remember this shit from law school. I just need you to come for the bail hearing!” Saul begged.
“What about getting one of the lawyers from your firm to come down to do this? They at least have recent courtroom experience” I suggested.
“You are a respected citizen. The judges all know my guys as a bunch of scumbag slip-and-fall ‘Better Call Saul’ grade shysters. There is no way they will convince the judge to grant bail. The judge will listen to you.” Saul begged.
From the background, I could hear a voice shout “Gimme da phone you punk ass bitch!”
“Uh, gotta go. Rob please..” Saul added and the line disconnected.
Two minutes later, my phone rang again. It was Lisa, Saul‘s wife, in a panic.
“Saul’s in jail,” she screamed.
“I know,” I responded. “He just called.”
“Can you help?” She begged.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I answered. “I’m going to the courthouse after I shower and get dressed.”
“Can you pick me up on the way?” She asked. “I can’t drive like this. Saul left last night to meet Mark Pendergast to go to the Kraken game. He never came home. His cell phone was apparently turned off so I couldn’t track him or call him. I called Mark’s wife but she said Mark had gone to the game with Bart.”
“Calm down,” is all I could offer. “I’ll be at your place in 30 minutes.”
I showered and dressed for Saul’s court appearance.
—-
Lisa looked disheveled but still sexy when I arrived at the Markowitz house (or should I say mansion) to pick her up. While our home purchased from my work as a transactional lawyer is quite comfortable, personal injury trial lawyers clearly make the big bucks.
Lisa’s voluminous blonde hair was tucked up in her “bad hair day” Seattle Mariners baseball cap. Her tight blue jeans erotically framed her full, satisfying, posterior. Her loose-fitting sweatshirt allowed the perfect amount of breast jiggle to make one imagine the delights that awaited the man who would have the opportunity to remove it.
“You look nice – and thank you for picking me up Rob,” Lisa said as she climbed in the passenger side of my BYD electric.
“Thank you and you’re welcome,” I responded.
“This car is really nice. When did you get it,” Lisa asked.
“Last week,” I answered. “The lease on my Tesla ended. I was so happy to get rid of it. Tesla’s quality and service have gotten so bad. I don’t know anyone who is buying them anymore.”
“So what is going on with Saul?” Lisa asked, now starting to cry. Her initial stoic continence had dissolved.
“ All we knows is that Saul has been charged with aggravated assault. We need to get more information when we get to the courthouse,” I explained. “The assistant State Attorney who is working this weekend, Archie Powers, is a friend of one of my law school classmates. Hopefully, we can meet with him before the bail hearing.”
“Please get him back home Rob,” Lisa cried some more. “If he gets sodomized in jail everyone is going to find out and we will never be able to show our face at the Club ever again.”
We arrived at the courthouse, parked, passed through security, and sought out the office of Assistant State Attorney Powers.
—-
“Rob, have a seat,” Assistant State Attorney Powers gestured to a chair in his small office. “Mrs. Markowitz,” gesturing to the chair next to Rob’s.
“Rob, this sort of case is probably not in your wheelhouse,” Powers explained. “The charge is Aggravated Assault – a felony. Last night, Mr. Markowitz, at the Dusitpirom home, severely beat Mr. Thongblew Viranuwat. Mr. Viranuwat is currently in intensive care at St. Anselm Hospital. He is fortunately considered likely to survive but with significant facial and neurological injury.
While Mr. Viranuwat is still hospitalized with these injuries, there is no way we can allow Mr. Markowitz to leave State custody.”
“What about innocence until proof of guilt?” Lisa shouted.
“Agreed,” Powers calmly explained, “however Mr. Markowitz, in spite of his Miranda warning, delivered a great deal of self-incriminating evidence at the time of his arrest.”
“OK,” I interjected, “who is this ‘Mr. Thongblew Viranuwat?”
“OK,” continued Powers, “Mr. Viranuwat also goes by the name ‘Lek Dusitpirom.’”
“Mr. Dusitpirom’s wife?” Lisa questioned.
“Uh Oh,” I thought to myself. Having seen Hangover II, I saw where this was going.
Powers continued. “Apparently, Mr. Markowitz and Mrs. Dusitpirom struck up quite a rapport a few nights ago at a Country Club event. Last night, under the pretense that Mr. Dusitpirom was away in Bangkok on business, Mr. Markowitz was invited over the the house.”
“How do you know this?” Lisa asked.
“Well, the security cameras captured everything.” Powers explained.
Powers continued. “So Mr. Markowitz comes over for a visit. They start making out…”
“Who was making out?” Lisa interrupted.
“Mrs. Dusitpirom, uh Mr. Viranuwat,” Powers explained with hesitation.
“So they’re making out, getting undressed, she uh gets him to take his pants off and performs fellatio uh, uh to uh, completion.” Powers continued awkwardly.
“So, Mrs. Dusitpirom uh, gets undressed uh Mr. Viranuwat gets undressed. Mr. Markowitz is a little dazed on the sofa. He then looks up and sees Mr. Viranuwat uh Mrs. Dusitpirom with an erection.”
Powers continued. “So he, Mr. Viranuwat, announces, ‘Now you turn for sucky-sucky!’ while waving his erection at Mr. Markowitz who starts to lose it.”
“So Markowitz goes apeshit after realizing he just got a blowjob from a dude and starts beating the crap out of Mr. Viranuwat. They cut off the livestream at this point but the video kept recording.”
“Livestream?” I asked.
“Turns out that Mr. Dusitpirom runs a number of worldwide livestream pay-per-view sex sites. As a result, he is quite a wealthy man. This site is called ‘Klub Klatooee’ – ‘Klatooee’ being the slang Thai word for ‘Transgendered person.’
“His other popular sites include ‘Ping Pong Ding Dong’ and ‘Banana Cream Pudding Shop’ where the man eats the mashed banana after the woman…”
“Uh OK,” I interrupted.
——
Lisa and I met with Saul in one of the attorney-client rooms at the jail.
Saul was in tears.
Lisa held nothing back.
“So you told me you were going to the hockey game. Instead, you went to the Dusitpirom’s house to fuck his wife and ended up getting your cock sucked by a MAN. That makes you a FUCKING HOMO!”
“Honey” Saul whimpered. “I’m sorry…”
“Disgusting!” Lisa shouted. “You are a fucking disgrace!”
“Getting a blowjob from a man doesn’t actually make you gay,” I tried to defend Saul. “Sometimes guys in jail have to…” I realized that this was not a helpful direction for the conversation.
“Well, as far as I am concerned, Saul, you can stay in jail and suck all the cock you want!” Lisa shouted.
“Wait!” Saul cried out, “I didn’t suck anyone’s cock…”
“We’re out of here,” Lisa said as she stood up to leave.
“I’ll see you at the bail hearing Saul. I’ll do my best,” I reassured Saul as I followed Lisa out the door.
—-
As expected, bail was denied and I drove Lisa home.
Of course, Lisa shared more information than I really deserved to hear on the 30-minute drive back to Indian Lakes.
“That fat fucking bastard goes to have sex with what he thinks is an Asian woman. I guess he figured that maybe SHE would appreciate his tiny cock. You can barely see it because his belly hangs down so low. He hasn’t made me cum in 15 years.”
I nodded, pretending not to be too interested in what this hot, angry woman was saying.
“When we have sex, I have to climb on top and straddle him,” Lisa continued. “having him on top would be too dangerous if he collapsed on me.”
I nodded without commitment to the monologue.
“He can’t even take me from behind ‘cause that fat belly gets in the way.”
I pretended to be minimally interested in that fact but my cock lengthened and stiffened at the thought of Lisa bent over a chair or perhaps bracing herself against a wall while I grabbed her hips and entered her and heard her gasp as the head of my cock penetrated.
“God, I wish I could get fucked regularly by a man like you,” Lisa continued. “Actually, even getting fucked once a month by you…”
“Uh Oh,” I thought, now she has moved dangerously from ‘a man like you’ to ‘you.’”
And things got more dangerous when she grabbed my stiff cock at the next stoplight and stroked its length through my trousers. I should have told her to stop but it felt good. My balls were quite full after watching the Demarcus and Eliza show last night (see Lesson Learned Parts 7 and 8 for a refresher). I had certainly planned to aggressively bed Chloe after the guests had gone home. That plan was scuttled after the police and ambulance arrived at the Dusitpirom’s house. We returned home exhausted after that excitement and fell asleep.
“Uh,” I said out of the corner of my mouth, “I don’t think that is a good idea, Lisa.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized as she continued to ‘feel me up,’ “it’s just been so long since I have touched a real man’s cock.” She offered me a coquettish smile which of course caused my already hard cock to twitch involuntarily.
I should have pushed her hand away and admonished her for her inappropriate sexual advance on a happily married man. Instead, I offered no resistance when she unbuckled my belt, reached in and grabbed my naked hard cock with her hand, and actually moaned as if she was already getting fucked. She held it in her hand for the final 10 minutes of our drive, only releasing her grip when we reached the Indian Lakes security gate.
We arrived at the Markowitz’s home. I adjusted my pants and buckled my belt.
“We both need some coffee,” Lisa announced.
I should have thanked her for the offer and driven home.
“Don’t worry Rob, I won’t violate you,” she reassured me, “I just needed to feel that cock of yours. That’s all. My Hitachi Magic Wand will take care of the rest later.”
So I stupidly followed her into the Markowitz home. She made coffee while I sat at the kitchen table. While the initial conversation about how I liked my coffee seemed innocent enough, it quickly turned salacious.
“Do you find me attractive?” She begged.
“Of course I do,” I responded truthfully.
“I’m 39 years old now. It just doesn’t seem like I get the kind of sexual attention I did when I was in my 20s.”
I sat still not wanting to validate this confession.
Lisa continued.
“Of course, this is the age when we women all get extra horny. All we ever think about is getting fucked, sucking cock, tasting semen…”
As Lisa said this, she moved her chair closer to mine, put my hand back on my still-hard cock, and pleaded, “Fuck me, please. No one will know. You can make a quickie. Just bend me over, ram your cock in me, and cum. Don’t worry about my pleasure. Just use me, wipe your cock on the dish towel, and head home. You don’t even need to kiss me goodbye.”
“Lisa, I can not cheat on my wife,” I recited, imagining her squeals as I penetrated her eager pussy.
Lisa stared up at me and begged, “A blowjob! Let me lick your balls, suck your cock and swallow all of your cum!”
“No Lisa. I am married and can’t do that.” I argued with limited enthusiasm.
“OK,” Lisa acknowledged as she stepped away from the table and moved toward the sofa. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and unhooked her bra. I followed her involuntarily. She turned around and her luscious C-cup breasts bounced as she reached for my belt buckle. “Jack off on my tits,” she offered as her final negotiation. “I want to see your hand wrapped around your big cock as you jerk it. I want to feel your cum splatter on my chest and flow down to my cleavage where I will reserve the right to scoop it up and eat it like crème brûlée! It wouldn’t be cheating, it would just be masturbating – the thinking man’s pacifier!”
Her logic had its appeal.
Lisa sat on the sofa, breasts pressed together, smiling up at me. As I tugged on my cock she stage whispered, “Give me that cum. Give me that fucking cum. I want to see it shoot on…”
Lisa’s soliloquy ended when the first wet splash of cum hit her in the right eye. The second rope landed on her chin, and the third on her left breast as all the semen rolled down to her cleavage. As she released her hold on her right breast to wipe her eye, the river of cum flowed down her abdomen where it fanned out into a delta below her navel and onto her jeans.
“Good morning sis!” was the next thing I heard as Lisa’s sister Ellen burst through the front door.
“Oh my God!” were the next words I heard as Ellen digested the image of her sister wiping cum from her face and me holding my spent softening cock in my left hand.
After a moment of silence, I suggested that Ellen might bring Lisa and me some towels. Ellen obliged as we proceeded to clean up the tangibly sticky mess we had made. I of course had to determine a way to mitigate the socially sticky mess I had gotten myself into.
“Ellen, you swear to God not to tell anyone about this.” I made Ellen promise. She agreed.
After all the semen stains were cleaned off the sofa and Lisa’s jeans were put in the washer, I begged to excuse myself and return home.
Ellen and Lisa both promised that what happened today would remain a secret forever.
I returned home to take a nap to make up for the sleep I lost racing to the courthouse that morning for Saul’s bail hearing. Chloe was at Tennis practice by the time I returned home. I slept until almost four PM when Chloe returned.
“So you jacked off on Lisa Markowitz’s tits,” Chloe announced as I opened my eyes.
