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Blackmailing Karen (2) [part 2 of 2]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)When I walked out of John’s office I truly had no clue as to what I was going to do. John’s telling me that he had been blackmailing Karen didn’t change anything. I had seen the tape and Karen hadn’t been acting – she loved it. A woman might be able to fake an orgasm here and there, but no one is good enough to fake continuous orgasms. And her Fuck me, fuck me’s had too much real emotion in them, to say nothing of the gamut of her facial expressions.
No, Karen might have allowed herself to be blackmailed the first time and maybe even the second, but after that she was one hundred percent into it. Then there was the blackmail itself. Karen didn’t have to stand still for it. She didn’t have to do anything to save my job for me. Granted, I might have ended up at a place paying less money, but so what? It wasn’t as if I would never work again and if money got tight, well, she had wanted to go to work anyway. The bottom line was that at no time did she ever have to say yes to John’s demands – unless she wanted to. So, what was that telling me about Karen and what did that say about our marriage?
I told my secretary that I would be gone for at least the rest of the day and that I might not be in the next day and to transfer all my calls to John. That way every time he took a call meant for me he could think about me and my threat.
It was clear to me that I didn’t work there any more, but my actual departure was going to be a little more formal and even though John didn’t know it yet there was going to be a nice severance package and some glowing letters of recommendation.
I did just what I said I was going to do; I sat in the bar across the street from work, drank my lunch and thought about my marriage and what in it had caused Karen to do what she did. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Karen did what she did because she was dissatisfied at home, but the question was why? I did every thing that she asked for. Hell, I even peed on her once when she had asked me to and I had let her pee on me. Neither of us cared for it, but it showed the lengths I was willing to go to meet her needs, whatever they might be. As I sat there I watched the scantily clad cocktail waitresses dart between the tables and thought, and not for the first time, how much I’d have liked to bed any one of them, but I had never tried.
I had never tried because I was perfectly satisfied with what I had at home. Why hadn’t Karen been?
My cell phone had vibrating ever since I’d come into the lounge, but I hadn’t bothered to look at it. It went off again and I looked and saw from the caller ID that it was Karen. I cleared the screen and checked and saw that I had two calls from John and six from Karen. I cleared off the numbers and turned the phone off and ordered another drink.
By four-thirty I had come to the conclusion that all my sitting and drinking weren’t getting me anywhere. I still did not know why Karen had done it and I never would know until I went home and had it out with her.
I had started the day not caring to know and I was ending it needing to know. As I pulled into the drive at the house I asked myself if coming back was really a good idea. My packing a bag and leaving and then not taking Karen’s calls was a clean and final action and I couldn’t see where coming back wouldn’t just muddy things up. But I guess that I just had to know why my wife had done what she’d done. I walked in the front door and saw Karen sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. When the door closed behind me she stood up and took a hesitant step toward me and then she rushed toward me, threw her arms around me and started crying.
Between sobs she said, Thank God, you came back. I was so afraid that you’d left me for good and that I wouldn’t see you again.
I pushed her away from me, I did leave and I’m only back long enough to find out why you did this to us. adult diaper stories
She tried to cling to me but I wouldn’t let her. Get yourself together. Get a drink or whatever you have to do to settle down. I’m here to listen to what you have to say for yourself and if all you are going to do is blubber I’m leaving.
I walked away from her and went into the kitchen and got myself a beer out of the fridge and I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping it when she came in and sat down opposite me. She sat there quiet for a minute or so and then she said, I’m sorry. I thought I was helping us. I didn’t understand that John was such an asshole and would do what he did.
I started to get up and she asked me were I was going. I came here to find out what happened to our marriage not to be fed a line of bullshit. If you aren’t going to be straight about it I’m leaving.
Please. Please don’t go.
I sat back down, Okay, lets hear it. Let’s hear the real story.
She looked down at the table and said, It’s true what I said about thinking that I was helping. I did think I was helping you keep your job, but that wasn’t the entire reason I did it that way.
For years, at least the four that I had worked for John, we had been going to parties and Karen had been hearing the women talk about John and his exceptionally large cock.
From the conversations that Karen had overheard it was quite apparent that a lot of them had come by the knowledge first hand and had found it to be a gratifying experience. Karen had been a virgin when we met and had never seen a cock other than mine so it was natural that she would be a little curious. It just happened that on a day we were going to a cocktail party at John’s house that Karen was extremely horny. We made love twice that morning before I went to work and she wanted to go again as soon as I got home that night but I put her off because we had the party to go to.
On the way to the party she had tried to get me to pull over for a quickie, but I told her that she was just going to have to wait until we got home. At the party she had several drinks which had the effect of enhancing her horniness. Halfway into the party she had been talking to John and she had mentioned that it was a lovely party and he said that it was okay, but that he wished he could be a little more upbeat about it. When she had asked him what was wrong he told her about having to lay off some people that week and it kind of put the damper on things for him. Karen had asked if I was going to be okay and John had said that I was right on the bubble and it could go either way.
When Karen had asked what it would take for me to keep my job she was thinking along the lines of things like pay cuts, giving back some benefits and things like that. John had surprised her by saying that he had always been attracted to her sexually and that for an hour of her time I would never have to worry about my job again. Karen had slapped his face and had stormed away from him and had come looking for me to tell me what had happened, but she couldn’t find me because I was apparently outside getting some fresh air. She got another drink and was sipping it when she overheard two women talking about John and his cock. All of a sudden her horniness, her curiosity, the alcohol and her fear that she had just cost me my job combined and then she thought that no one would ever know and she had gone looking for John.
She found him and took him off to the side and apologized for slapping him and told him that it really his own fault for his blunt approach. Then she told him that she would do whatever it took for me to keep my job. John had taken her by the hand and had led her to his den. adult alien stories
He took me in his arms and kissed me for a minute or so and then he told me to take his cock out and kiss it. I knelt in front of him, unzipped him and as soon as I had his cock in my hand he ejaculated pre-maturely and he told me to get him hard again. I was there on my knees in front of him with cum dripping off my hands and I almost got up and ran from the room, but at the last second I decided that I was already there and that I already had his cock in my hand so I might just as well go through with it. I started stroking him and he told me to put it in my mouth and I did, between my mouth and my hand I had him hard in about two minutes and he pulled me to my feet and pushed me back on his desk, pulled off my panties and then he fucked me. It wasn’t at all what I had expected it to be.
I was horny and when you added in the excitement of doing something as wicked as having illicit sex I expected that I would have been really turned on and that I would really have enjoyed it, but I didn’t. Oh I got off, but it wasn’t even half as good as it was when I got off with you. And his so called huge cock? It wasn’t even as big as yours.
When it was over I was ashamed of myself, but at least I could tell myself that I had done it for you, for us. As I was putting my panties back on he told me to leave them off, that he had something that he wanted me to see. He turned on the TV and I saw that he had taped us.
He bent me over his desk and told me to watch it as he fucked me for the second time. He told me to watch it and imagine what you would do if you saw the tape. Then he asked me how my parents would react if they saw it and if my grandparents would like to watch it. Then he asked if I had any idea of what it would be like if a copy were sent to the teachers at the kid’s school. Then he told me that if I would do him a favor he would give me the tape. I asked him what kind of favor and he told me that he would tell me as soon as he was finished and then he began to fuck me as hard as he could until he came. And before you ask, yes I enjoyed it. There was something extremely erotic and exciting about watching myself being fucked while I was being fucked and I had one of my largest orgasms ever. When he finished he told me to wait and he would be right back.
He left the room and came back a couple of minutes later with Charley. He told me to show Charley a good time and he would give me the videotape. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I needed to get that tape so I went ahead and showed Charley a good time. While Charley was fucking me John shoved his cock in my mouth and when Charley came he and John switched places and when John came Charley took me for a second time. When he was done John gave me the tape and I went back to the party hoping like hell that you hadn’t noticed how long I had been gone. Before we left the party I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself out as good as I could in case you wanted me when we got home that night. Monday morning John showed up at the house and told me what I had to do to earn back the second tape – the one of him and Charley doing me – and, well, you’ve seen the tape so you know the rest.
How could you have been so incredibly stupid as to fuck Charley and John after you already knew that John was set up to tape things?
I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was in a panic to keep anyone from seeing that first tape.
I just didn’t think!
I watched the tape Karen. I didn’t see any reluctance on your part to do the things that John had you do.
That’s because the tape you saw was edited. You didn’t see me at the start, lying there stiff as a board and trying not to like it and you didn’t see me at the end sitting there and crying. All you saw was what happened in the middle. You know me, how I responsive I am in bed. Once they managed to get me going I ended up responding no matter how I fought against it. After the fourth or fifth time I gave up fighting it. I had to do it so I figured that I might as well enjoy it.
That’s the problem Karen, you didn’t have to do it. You could have come to me and told me what was going on after that first time.
Yeah, right! You would have done just what you did after you saw the tape. You would have been out the door in a heartbeat. And what about John’s threat to send copies to everybody in the world, what would you have done about that? No, John has his hooks so deep in me that I can never get loose until my parents and grandparents are dead and the ki** are out of school. Unless you can think of something?
She paused, Or do you even care anymore?
I’m doing quite well in my new position as VP of Sales. I’m being paid fifty percent more than my predecessor and I do enjoy a few more perks than he did, but then his wife wasn’t the company whore. I didn’t divorce Karen. We don’t live together anymore, but I see her quite often at company social functions where John has her spread herself for his and the company’s benefit. I’ve fucked her myself a time or three at those functions and she always smiles at me and tells me that there is plenty more waiting at home if I ever decide to come back. I haven’t told her that I can end her servitude any time I feel like it. There are two reasons for that. One is because she wasn’t totally truthful with me when she told me the story. She neglected to tell me that even though John blackmailed her into doing it he still paid her a commission on every piece of business that she brought in and she had a rather tidy sum sitting in the bank.
Her commission on Baxter alone was fifty grand.
The other reason is because I still haven’t been able to get over her being the company whore behind my back for over six months. I swear I could have handled it if she had told me about it when it happened, but to fuck thirty-six different men (and that’s just those I counted on the tape) behind my back was just a little more than I could handle. There might be some hope for us. I’m finding that I like gang fucking the little slut with several other guys. I have to take a two-week business trip next month and I think I’ll see if my parents will take the ki**. If Karen will agree to go with me and to take care of a few of my customers while we are gone we just might come back a couple.
I guess it’s just a case of wait and see.
