Chapter 35: Humiliating Jack

“Shit! Jack’s back!” I hissed, jumping out of bed, frantically pulling on my clothes.

Sofie’s eyes widened in panic, her face instantly paling as the reality of the situation hit her. “What are we going to do?” she whispered, scrambling for something to cover herself.

“Get dressed! Quick!” I barked, fumbling with my belt, my hands shaking. “Change the sheets, air it out - make it look like nothing happened. I’ll stall him in the living room, say the kids puked.”

Sofie bolted upright, yanking the bedsheets off with trembling hands. Our blood was filled with adrenaline, and I could see the panic written all over her face as she worked quickly to erase any trace of what we’d just done. Meanwhile, I hurried to zip up my pants, every second ticking by feeling like an eternity. I glanced at Sofie just as I heard the front door creak open. She was frantically tossing fresh sheets over the bed, her face flushed, heart pounding like mine.

“I’ll hold him off,” I whispered urgently, already halfway out the door. “Just finish up here! And fresh up – I can smell sex on you from the other side of the room.”

Without waiting for a response, I darted downstairs, my pulse racing as I tried to get myself under control. I needed to stay calm, act like everything was normal.

By the time I reached the living room, I threw myself onto the sofa, forcing a casual posture just as Jack walked in. The second he saw me, his expression was priceless - total shock, eyes wide like I was the last person he expected to see sitting there.

“Tom?” he said, his voice trembling with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

I forced a smile, fighting to keep my cool. “Oh, hey, man! I just kept an eye on Sofie, you know? Make sure everything was alright while you have your go on Laila.”

Jack blinked at me, clearly caught off guard. I could tell his mind was still swimming from whatever had gone down with Laila, his satisfaction clouded with that hint of guilt.

He hadn’t expected to see me here, lounging on his couch, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. But I leaned back, keeping my tone light, friendly - playing it off.

“Don’t sweat it, man,” I said, keeping my tone casual. “Everything’s cool. Sofie’s just up there dealing with a kid emergency - one of them chucked their dinner, apparently. She thinks you were at the game, and I came by to grab you. I just played it like I wasn’t into the football vibe and said I’d rather hang with her, so we chilled till now.”

Jack nodded slowly, still processing what I’d said. “Oh, uh ... okay. Thanks, man,” he mumbled, shifting awkwardly as if he was still half-lost in the experience he’d just had with Laila.

I smirked a little, raising an eyebrow as I leaned in. “So ... how was Laila?”

Jack’s eyes flickered to the floor, swallowing hard. “Yeah ... it was really worth it,” he admitted, that mix of pride and guilt clearly warring inside him.

I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “That’s good to hear. Sounds like you had quite the time.”

“Yeah...” he trailed off, still dazed, running a hand through his hair. I could see the conflict in his eyes, still processing the fact that I’d been watching his wife while he cheated with Laila.

After a pause, he sighed. “I think I need a drink. What can I bring you?”

“Make it something strong,” I answered, throwing his own words from earlier with Laila right back at him. For a brief moment, I saw Jack wince, those words hitting him, but then he pushed it aside.

“Yeah, something strong sounds necessary,” he agreed, heading toward the kitchen. “What about Scotch?”

I nodded. “Perfect.”

As Jack poured the drinks, I settled back on the sofa, trying to push away the wild rush still pulsing through me from fucking Sofie, adjusting my clothing once more. Jack returned, handing me a glass, and we both took a sip, the Scotch burning warmly down our throats as he sat down beside me. He glanced nervously in my direction, clearly still trying to make sense of it all.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning back on the sofa as I nudged Jack playfully. As Sofie rushed past us, clutching the sheets and heading for the laundry room, she only blew Jack a quick air kiss, barely acknowledging him. “Be right back, babe,” she said over her shoulder, disappearing downstairs.

I seized the moment. “Mate,” I said, turning to Jack with a grin. “That was some steamy shit with Laila, huh? You really went at it from behind, didn’t you? I swear, just watching nearly got me off.”

Jack froze, eyes wide. “What the fuck? How do you even know about that?” he blurted out, his face draining of color.

I chuckled, leaning back casually. “Come on, man, don’t tell me you didn’t realize Laila’s an adult content streamer? All those cameras blinking in her room?”

Jack blinked, clearly still processing. “I wasn’t ... I mean, I didn’t see anything except her,” he admitted, shaking his head as the realization hit him. “So, what ... people watched that?”

“Yep,” I replied, enjoying how rattled he looked. “A live broadcast, my friend. About a thousand viewers, all getting a front-row seat.”

“Fuck. Fuck!” Jack cursed under his breath, his panic rising. “I’m so screwed if Sofie finds out.”

“Relax,” I said, waving it off. “How would she ever find out? It’s behind a paywall, all carefully guarded and protected. Not like she’s gonna stumble onto some adult streaming site ... unless I give her a hint where to look...”

Jack still looked like he was about to faint, and just then, Sofie came rushing back through the room, completely oblivious, on her way back from dumping the sheets into the laundry. She barely gave Jack a glance, still in her own little whirlwind. “Be right back, honey,” she called out, heading for the shower.

With the perfect moment presenting itself, I pressed my point. “Look, Jack,” I said, lowering my voice slightly, “let’s keep it simple. I’ve got something I want in exchange for keeping my mouth shut about this whole ... situation.”

Jack’s head snapped toward me, panic written all over his face. “Anything, man, anything! Just ... fuck, don’t let this get out,” he pleaded, clearly willing to do whatever it took.

“Anything, huh?” I repeated, letting it hang in the air for a second.

Then, I smirked. “I heard rumors Sofie’s got a nice clit. I want a taste.”

His jaw dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” I said, keeping my voice steady but firm, daring him to challenge me. “I’ll eat her out.”

Just as things were heating up, Sofie strolled back into the room, freshly showered and looking totally oblivious to what had just gone down. Her skin had that post-shower glow, and her red hair still clung damply to her neck.

Jack, mouthing “No way!” in disbelief, quickly turned to greet her.

“Hey, Sofie, heard the kids threw up? Sorry, babe, I shouldn’t have left you to deal with all that.”

Sofie, playing along, gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, quite the mess on the bed, but it’s all sorted now. Don’t sweat it. How was the game?”

I decided it was time to crank up the pressure on Jack. Smirking, I said, “Hey, Sofie, you wanna check out a video Jack’s been in? I’ve got it right here.” I casually pulled out my phone, scrolling through my gallery like it was no big deal.

Jack’s face went ghostly white, panic flashing in his eyes. He barely managed to stammer out, “OK, Tom. Fine. It’s a deal.”

Sofie raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not sure what was going on. “What are you guys talking about?”

I played it off smoothly, laughing. “Just some highlights from the football match. Jack here had a little wardrobe malfunction - mooned the other team! He’s just embarrassed, doesn’t want you to see it.”

Sofie chuckled, her curiosity piqued but not overly concerned. “Really? Well, I’d love to see that.”

Jack, pale and horrified, slumped back in his chair, relieved I hadn’t exposed the real video but still shaken.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Deal’s a deal, right?” I grinned, tucking my phone away. “Jack, why don’t you grab us some beers, yeah?”

As soon as he was out of the room, I leaned in closer to Sofie, lowering my voice. “You want me to keep quiet about our little ... extracurricular activities, right?” I gave her a knowing look, the pressure building.

Sofie’s eyes widened, and she nodded, a hint of desperation in her voice. “Please,” she whispered.

I smirked. “Then play along with my little hypothesis game later. You’ll follow every command like you’re my puppet. Understand?”

Sofie swallowed hard but nodded. “Okay ... okay, I’ll do it,” she said, clearly relieved to have an out.

“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning back. “Now, why don’t you go check on the kids and, while you’re at it, push the bed back to the center of the room.” I flashed her a wink just as Jack returned with the beers.

The trap was set, and the tension in the air was electrifying. Jack and Sofie were both caught, and the best part was, neither of them had a clue about the other’s infidelity. It was like some twisted game of cat and mouse, and I was enjoying every second of it.

“Uh, you guys enjoy your beers! Let me just check on the kids,” Sofie said, hurrying upstairs. Moments later, we could hear the bed scraping across the floor. Jack shot me a suspicious look, but I waved it off.

“Yeah, strange, huh? I heard it earlier too. Must be Sofie cleaning up the mess. Sounds like the kids really did a number on the room,” I said, keeping my tone light.

Jack looked unsure. “Maybe I should help her out?”

“Nah, man, let her handle it. She’s got it covered. Besides, we’ve got some beers, let’s enjoy these few minutes.” I paused, grinning. “So, tell me about Laila. How many times did you come?”

Jack’s face flushed slightly, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. “Uh, three times, I think. Minimum.”

“Three times?” I whistled, clinking my bottle against his. “Damn, dude. You really didn’t disappoint, huh? Laila’s gotta be a happy girl.”

Jack gave a sheepish grin, still glowing a little from the praise. But then he shifted uncomfortably. “So, about this ... uh ... eating her out thing. She’ll never go for it.”

I just leaned back, totally unfazed. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve got my ways. Hypnosis trick, remember? Trust me, she’ll do whatever I want.” I gave him a wink, feeling in total control.

Changing the subject, I leaned in closer to Jack with a smirk. “So, man, tell me about Laila’s tits. Gotta be in another league compared to Sofie’s, right?”

Jack flushed, clearly embarrassed but also eager to spill. He shrugged, looking down for a second before responding, “Yeah, uh ... Laila’s something else. I mean, Sofie’s great, you know, but Laila...” He trailed off, shaking his head like he was reliving the experience. “Man, she felt like a dream. Just ... perfect. Soft, but firm, like they’d been sculpted or something. Like her being a living sex-doll.”

I grinned. Jack was hooked, and I knew I could push him even further. Before I could dig deeper, Sofie came back into the room, looking fresh and oblivious. The perfect setup.

“Sofie, why don’t you have a seat?” I gestured toward the couch, a sly smile creeping across my face. She glanced at me, raising an eyebrow, but complied, sitting down gracefully, her legs crossed.

“What’s this about?” she asked, amused but curious.

“Well,” I began, shooting a look at Jack before turning back to her, “I made a little bet with Jack here. Told him I could hypnotize you.”

Sofie giggled, leaning back slightly, her body loosening as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Hypnotize me? Really?” she said with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Sure, go ahead. This should be fun.”

I smirked, fully aware of where this was going. “Don’t mess with a magician, Sofie. You’re about to regret asking for this.”

Standing up, I waved my hands dramatically in front of her face, making slow, exaggerated circles like a cliché stage magician. “Alright, Sofie. Just relax ... focus on my fingers ... let yourself drift...” My voice took on an over-the-top, theatrical tone as I continued, my fingers drawing lazy patterns in the air, all while Jack watched, wide-eyed and captivated.

Sofie played along, her eyes half-closing as she let out a soft laugh, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

As Sofie pretended to fall under my spell, I seized the moment to discreetly apply a dose of tx34 to her skin. The touch was subtle, so light she didn’t even flinch. Within moments, the effects would take hold, not only spiking her arousal but ensuring that the swimmers I had left buried deep inside her earlier would find freshly ripened eggs ready to be fertilized.

I watched closely, and sure enough, the signs began to show. Her pupils widened, her posture softened, and a visible shiver ran through her, her body responding instinctively to the drug. It was working perfectly, heightening her desire and melting away any lingering inhibitions. Her breaths grew deeper, her lips parted slightly, and I knew the fun was just about to begin.

“Now, Sofie,” I said softly, maintaining the act, “Will you follow all my commands?”

She answered as if in a trance, “Yes, master!”

“Strip for us. Show us everything,” I commanded, keeping my tone soft but firm, watching her reaction closely.

Without hesitation, Sofie stood up, still playing the part. The drug had lowered her inhibitions and cranked up her arousal, making her glow with lust and desire, with zero shyness. Slowly, she began her seductive strip show, swaying her hips and peeling off her clothes, her movements sensual and teasing, like she was caught up in the moment.

Her shirt slipped over her head, revealing her hard, cone-shaped tits, firm and pointy, barely moving as if gravity didn’t exist for them. Her hard nipples stood erect, pointing forward.

Jack’s jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes glued to the sight of Sofie’s naked chest, aroused but also visibly ashamed to have his wife strip in front of a stranger. Did he compare her tits to Laila’s huge bust?

Her fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, and she turned her back to us, slowly pulling them down until they slipped off completely.

She kicked them to the side and stood there, naked, back arched, legs slightly apart, her body glistening in the low light. She spun around slowly, revealing everything - her perfectly shaped tits, her glistening cunt, and her fully aroused clit, standing out between her legs, every inch of her body on full display.

Jack let out a low groan, unable to hide his reaction. My mouth watered as I took in the sight, Sofie’s body practically begging to be touched. She was completely in our hands now, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her breath coming in shallow, heated gasps.

“Now, Sofie,” I commanded, my voice low and teasing. “Lay down on the sofa for me and open your legs.”

Without hesitation, she obeyed, sinking down onto the cushions, her eyes filled with lust. “Please, Tom,” she begged, her voice dripping with desire. “Lick my clit.”

I glanced at Jack, whose shock was written all over his face, his eyes wide as saucers. “Tell Jack what you want, Sofie,” I instructed, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Say it loud and clear.”

“Jack,” she said, her voice cold and mechanical, trance-like, “I want Tom to eat me out, okay?”

Jack just nodded, his face a mask of silent agony. His hand had instinctively grabbed Sofie’s, gripping it tightly as if to anchor himself to reality, but it didn’t stop the words from hitting him like a freight train. His wife, sounding hypnotized, was asking to be licked in front of him, and he couldn’t do a damn thing without risking his infidelity coming to light. He was so screwed.