Chapter 14: An old friend of Matthew’s

Matthew introduces us to another of his friends.

On Monday, after the shooting of the second movie, before we left for the office, Matthew brought me Mary’s choker and said, “After the weekend Mary has enjoyed, we need to adjust the choker to reflect that three new guys have put their cocks in her pussy and also in her ass. Take the choker, and here are three green and three red beads. Add them. That makes fifteen different guys who have fucked her and ten who have enjoyed her arsehole, which I’m sure isn’t as tight as it used to be. It must be very humiliating for you to see how so many men enjoy your wife while you can’t, right? Don’t you miss putting it in that pussy so soft and warm? Don’t you envy when I fuck her every night? And now that I have an office, it won’t be every night. Like I said, when I want to fuck her, I’ll call you both so it doesn’t look like I’m spending too much time alone with her and giving rise to gossip. But for a quick release, for her to give me a blowjob, I might call her alone. I’m afraid you won’t be able to see it those times. You’ll have to wonder every time you see her come into my office if she’s blowing me and coming out with a mouthful of my cum, or if I’m just solving a work-related problem.”

I didn’t answer. The bastard was right in everything he said about how I felt, but I didn’t want to give him the triumph of giving it to him. I continued to string the beads on the choker.

Matthew continued, “You know, I’m thinking that if you ask me, please, I’ll let your wifey give you a blow job. Don’t you feel like it? What’s more, if you get down on your knees in front of me and beg me, I’ll let you fuck her once. Wouldn’t you like that?”

I certainly wanted to make love to Mary with all my heart, but not at the price of humiliating myself like that in front of Matthew, and even less so considering it would be making love in front of him, watching us and commenting on it, so I finished setting the stones in the choker and left it on the table.

After waiting and seeing that I didn’t answer him, Matthew added, “Well, if you like to keep it that way, with your cock locked in that cage and you don’t want to enjoy your wife, don’t worry. I’ll do it for you.”

Just then Mary came into the kitchen. Matthew said to her, “I was talking to your hubby. I was giving him the chance to fuck you, but he doesn’t seem to be interested,” and added, jokingly, “maybe seeing how I fuck you, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself.”

Mary looked at him in surprise and then looked at me as if trying to understand what was going on. Seeing my sour face, I think she figured it was one of Matthew’s twisted pranks.

Then Matthew said to me, “Put the choker on Mary so she can proudly show off how busy she’s been over the weekend. I hope no one in the office notices how many new beads have appeared in a single weekend and asks questions. It’s still a mystery to all our colleagues what the beads mean, and I’m sure you don’t want to explain.”

I put the choker on Mary, and we headed for the office.

The week passed relatively normally, if it can be considered normal that almost every day, Matthew called both of us and fucked Mary on top of his desk in front of me. The one day he only called Mary, I noticed that she came out of the office wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, so I assumed he must have had her give him a blow job.

Mary and I continued to work on our plan to escape from Matthew. We had all the details worked out, but for it to work, we needed Matthew to be away from home for several days.

Mary came up with the solution. One of the days, while Matthew was fucking her in her office, bent over the desk, she realised that he was one of those morons who wrote down his passwords on a sticky note and had left the paper with his company username and password on the table without putting it in the locked drawer. Mary memorised his password.

With that, we had what we needed. Using Matthew’s user, we modified some of the pending orders from the new customers that Mary and Matthew had received in the city they had been travelling to together several weeks earlier.

When they received the orders and the customers saw that the material or quantities were incorrect, they quickly called to complain. As the orders were long overdue and the errors in the shipments were substantial, they were very angry.

Being the cowardly person that Matthew was when he was not in complete control of the situation, he first said that the customers had made a mistake, until it was established that the emails with the orders did not correspond to what had been sent. Then he tried to blame Mary, until it was verified that the user who had entered the orders in our systems was him. Fortunately, he did not notice the changes we had made and did not remember the details of the orders. Finally, he tried to make Mary deal with the indignation of the outraged customers on her own, but since he had been the salesman who had signed the contracts, although it was Mary who had actually done the work, and given that he was the sales manager, he had to deal with the situation, talk to them, and commit himself to visiting them the following week to clear everything up.

Knowing that Matthew had to travel, we were very happy, until Matthew said he wanted Mary to travel with him. That made our plans impossible, or at least difficult; however, after some thought, we decided to go ahead. Matthew and Mary would take a flight on Sunday afternoon to be with one of the clients first thing Monday morning. Tuesday and Wednesday would be spent with the other clients, and they would return on the Thursday morning flight.

On Saturday afternoon, Matthew told us, “I’ve contacted an old friend from my youth. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. He happens to be very well situated, and we can work together in a mutually beneficial way. We’re going to see him tonight. He still lives in my town,” and he added, “You, Mary, I want you to wear attractive and provocative clothes.”

These last words made me fear the worst, and I think Mary thought the same thing I did: ‘Matthew is thinking of having his friend fuck Mary’. Little did we know at the time that Matthew and his friend’s intentions were far worse.

When it was time to leave, Mary appeared in black stockings, black high heels, a black skirt, and a white blouse. She looked as beautiful and elegant as ever. When Matthew saw her, he said, “Okay, but take off your bra. The blouse is a bit see-through, and it’s better if your nipples show. As for the skirt, wear a shorter one.”

Mary returned after a few minutes, braless and wearing another very short skirt. Her breasts jiggled as she walked in the high heels, and her nipples showed against the fabric of the blouse.

“That’s more like it,” Matthew said as he looked at her. “You have a fantastic body to fuck, and you need to show it off.”

We got in the car, and, as usual, I got in the front and drove while Matthew and Mary sat in the back. I took the road and headed towards Matthew’s town. As I revisited the road that, months ago, we had taken over several weekends, I remembered the first few times when we had innocently started our games and had enjoyed exploring sexuality with Matthew.

I thought about how we had gradually seen details of his personality until we decided to end the encounters. If we hadn’t gone to the last meeting, we wouldn’t be in the situation we were in now. But there was no point in regretting it any more.

In the rearview mirror, I could see how Matthew had unbuttoned Mary’s blouse and was groping and fondling her breasts. After a while, he grabbed her head and pulled it to his crotch. Mary began to give him a blowjob. Through the mirror, he could see her head bobbing up and down the length of his cock. He leaned back on the seat, hands behind his head, looking down contentedly as she sucked him. Occasionally his gaze would rise and our eyes would meet in the rear view mirror. He smiled as if to say to me, ‘Have you seen how your wife sucks me off? You’d like to be here, wouldn’t you? And instead you have to drive while your wife has my cock in her mouth.’

We finally arrived at the address Matthew had given me. It was an industrial area, with no residential buildings and uninhabited at night. The building we stopped in front of was almost the only one that had some light and windows as if it were a hotel or a residential building, unlike others in the area that were warehouses or factories.

We approached the door to the street, where there was a tall, stocky man with very short hair, looking like a thug. Matthew said to him, “I’m Matthew; David is waiting for me,” and added, pointing to us, “They’re coming with me.”

The man opened the door, which was metallic and very solid, saying, “Come in; the boss told me you were coming. Follow the corridor, and you will see a big door at the back on the right. Knock on it.”

We walked in until we found the door, and Matthew knocked his knuckles on it. A voice answered, “Just a moment.”

We waited a while, barely hearing words and sounds of the conversation going on inside, until out of the door came a short, fat, sweaty man, bald, with a small moustache, tiny eyes, and a snub nose that reminded me of a pig. The man said, “Come in; David is waiting for you.”

We entered the room. In the room, behind a desk, a tall, dark-haired man stood up to greet Matthew. He had cold eyes and an imposing gaze that showed he was a man capable of anything. Thin lips and a strong jaw helped to convey a tough personality, of someone who was best not to be confronted.

“Hey, Matt, it’s been a long time. To think we were inseparable in the neighbourhood and in high school, and we’ve been losing contact!” said David, giving Matthew a hug.

“Yeah, we made some good ones in high school, didn’t we?” replied Matthew.

“The best one was the time we burnt the car of the math teacher who gave me a failing grade.”

“Yeah, that was fun.”

“Well, what about your life, Matthew? I’ve seen you and your team in the sports section of the paper.”

“Yeah, we haven’t done too badly in competitions. I might quit, though. I’ve moved to a new job and a new city.”

“And that?”

“An opportunity I had,” Matthew replied, looking at Mary and me with a smile. “I left the used car business, and I’m working for a publishing company. They just made me sales manager.”

“Amazing. How did you do that? You didn’t even know about it!”

“As I was saying, an opportunity came up, and I grabbed it with the help of this couple,” said Matthew, pointing at us.

David turned to us and looked Mary up and down and said to Matthew, “This is the hottie you were telling me about when we talked on the phone, right? She’s really hot.”

“Yeah, plus I’ve trained her, and she sucks like nobody’s business. And she’s got a tight little ass that’s a pleasure to fuck.”

“It can be useful. We need ‘new flavours’.”

David began to circle around Mary, stroking her head and cheeks and starting to move down until he rested his hand on one of her breasts.

Mary recoiled unconsciously, and I said, concerned about the turn of events, “Please Matthew, what do you want to do? Can we go?”

Matthew replied seriously, “We’ll stay until I decide. And you, Mary, stay still and let David do what he wants to do.”

Mary stood still, and David continued to fondle her breasts, gradually moving on to kneading them until finally he grasped Mary’s nipples with his fingers and began to squeeze and twist them as he stared into her eyes, watching her reaction. Mary held still but began to whimper, louder and louder, as the pain David was inflicting on her sensitive nipples became unbearable.

I watched nervously and was powerless to intervene. I think we had both gotten used to the fact that there was no point in disobeying or pleading with Matthew. We could only put up with what he would have thought. The only exception had been the rare occasions when what he asked us to do would have had the same result as what he was threatening us with, and we had refused, such as filming the movie showing Mary’s face, which would have been almost the same as him broadcasting the recordings he had of us.

David loosened his grip on Mary’s nipples, but without releasing them and pulling them back to his desk. Once there, he sat down in his chair and said, “Get undressed.”

Mary slowly began to undress, leaving the pieces of clothing on the table. When she was fully naked, David began to caress her, running his hand all over her body, pausing especially at her ass and breasts, which he groped and lifted, as if appreciating their weight and texture. Then he brought a hand between her legs and began to caress her clitoris, and, after a while, he began to insert a finger into her vagina, causing her to gasp.

David continued to slowly push his finger deeper and deeper into her, causing her to moan again, until he withdrew it and said, “It has to be wet; like this, it’s worthless to me.”

He pulled a bottle of lubricant out of a desk drawer and handed it to Mary, saying, “Put it in your holes.”

Mary applied the gel with one finger to the inside of her vagina, and then, bending her legs and squatting down, she applied gel to her sphincter one more time, inserting a little of it with one of her fingers.

When she put the gel bottle down on the desk and stood fully upright before David again, he put his finger back into her vagina, withdrawing it a little and starting to fuck her with his middle finger, as he said, “That’s much better. I don’t mind it hurting a girl when I stick my cock in her; in fact, it adds some interest, but I don’t find it as pleasurable as a wet hole.”

David went on like that for a while until he withdrew his hand, stood up, turned Mary around until she was facing the desk, and pushed her shoulders until she was leaning on the table, her breasts pressed against the hard surface.

I watched all this in slow motion, like when you see an accident about to happen and you can’t help it. This man we had just met was going to fuck Mary in his own office.

David spread Mary’s legs by pushing her feet with his foot. Then he reached behind her, pulled down his trousers, and pulled out his big, erect cock. Leaning down slightly, he positioned his cock at Mary’s opening, grabbed her hips, and began to penetrate her. He kept pushing until he had his cock deep inside her pussy, then he began to move his hips back and forth, pulling out part of his cock and thrusting it back in, until his hips impacted against her buttocks, producing a ‘splash’, ‘splash’ sound.

Mary stood motionless, her hands resting on either side of her face on the surface of the desk, trying to hold off David’s thrusts. His movements were accelerating, and I thought he was going to cum, but he withdrew long enough to pull his cock, by then more erect and soaked with lube and perhaps Mary’s fluids, out of her vagina and place it between Mary’s buttocks. He used his left hand to spread her buttocks apart and his right hand to guide the tip of his cock against the tiny opening of her arsehole.

He pushed firmly, and, thanks to the lubricant, he was able to get his glans inside her arsehole, causing Mary to let out another moan. Then he, aided by his hands pinning Mary around her waist, kept pushing until he was able to get his thick cock all the way into Mary’s bottom.

Again he began to fuck her, now in her ass, hard. His right hand grabbed her hair and pulled to lift her torso off the table, while his left hand gripped her left breast tightly.

After a few minutes, his breathing quickened, his movements became more erratic, and finally, with a firm thrust, he pressed against Mary’s ass, his ass and testicles contracted, and spurt after spurt of semen began to flood Mary’s guts as an orgasm coursed through David’s body.

He lingered for a while, enjoying the sensation of his cock pulsing inside Mary’s tight sphincter, until the erection subsided and he pulled out, telling Mary, “Don’t move.”

He sat back in his chair, picked up his mobile phone, and sent a message.

Soon after, the fat, sweaty, pig-like man we had passed on the way in appeared again.

David said, “I like the way this chick fucks. You try it, Ron; you’re the expert.”

Ron, as he was apparently called, reached behind Mary, who was still leaning against the table, pulled down his trousers, and pulled out his cock, which was not erect.

Ron began to run his hands over Mary’s buttocks, slowly stroking and rubbing them. Then he ran his hands down her back, caressing and exploring her, until finally he ran his hands down her sides and cupped her breasts, which he fondled and cupped. Partly he seemed to enjoy his caresses, and partly he seemed to be assessing Mary’s body.

When his cock was erect, which I could see was very long and thick, he positioned it at Mary’s vaginal opening and very slowly penetrated her, as if savouring the feel of her warm, soft vagina around his erect cock. He began to fuck her slowly, running the full length of her vagina. I found the man’s physical appearance disgusting, and I couldn’t help but think of him as some kind of pig fucking my beautiful wife.

After a few minutes of fucking her, he brought his right hand between Mary’s legs and began to move his hand, caressing her clitoris and vulva, while his left hand continued to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples.

He went on like that for a long time, not getting any more aroused and not reaching climax. I didn’t know if it was because he had too much stamina or because he had just had an orgasm.

Instead, I could see that, little by little, the combination of his cock in her vagina, as well as the caresses on her clitoris and breasts, were turning Mary on.

Her cheeks were flushed, she had closed her eyes, and her breathing was quickening. Slowly, through her parted and swollen lips, she began to moan without realising it.

I couldn’t help thinking that, despite his unpleasant appearance, this man was an expert on the female body, as David had said, as he was managing to bring Mary to orgasm, despite the awkwardness of the situation and the fact that she certainly didn’t want to be fucked by a stranger, let alone orgasm while he was fucking her.