Chapter 4: Doing Keith a Favor

“Tell you what,” he offered, “I won’t tell Kathy about your little secret if you do me one favor, OK?”

I had a nasty suspicion just what THAT was going to be. Whenever a man made that sort of suggestion to me it meant only one thing - he was going to use this as a bribe to fuck me. Not that it would have been such a bad thing, not from the way I watched him doing Kathy on the video at least. The problem was I’d been at such an emotional high for one minute and then completely crashed the next, leaving me now a little confused and disoriented.

My mind seemed to be a compete mess as I didn’t know whether to grab my clothes and run out of the room or what. As much as I had dreamed of Keith fucking me, that’s all it was until now - dreams. Kathy was such a sweet wife and friend (even if she DID act like a whore when she was getting fucked) that I wouldn’t feel right doing her husband, no matter how much I might enjoy it.

I didn’t say anything in response so I guess he took that as permission to continue. Actually, I was quite surprised at what he offered.

“Needless to say, it was really hot watching you playing with yourself,” he confessed, “But you didn’t know I was in the room. Now I want you to do it again, but this time for me.”

Wow, so Mr. America was a perverted voyeur at heart. Then again, maybe he WAS Mr. America and didn’t want to cheat on his wife but wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to catch a private show. For a moment I caught myself almost wishing he HAD asked to fuck me. Now I was left to wonder if he didn’t find me sexy enough to want to cheat on Kathy. Did he want his cake and eat it too? Was he looking for just want the cheap thrill of seeing me masturbate but still stay faithful to Kathy? Did he think I was going to perform for him like a trained seal without the satisfaction of having him cheat on his wife with me afterwards?

A surge of anger filled me and suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to rip off her damn negligee and burn the tape. God, I couldn’t believe he would pick her over me! How dare he? Well, if he wanted to see me masturbate, I’d show him just how hot and nasty I could be! He would see that I was sexier than Kathy, that I could be more of a slut and freak than she ever dreamed of being. Then, when he was all hot and bothered and begging to fuck me, I would get my revenge and tell him “no”, leaving him all hard and horny, wishing he could have me and regretting he had ever considered staying faithful to his wife instead of fucking me when he had the chance.

Had we gone on just flirting it would have been one thing, but here he was with practically an open invitation to fuck me and he was turning me down!

Determined as ever, I stood up and dropped the pillow to the side. The clasp between my breasts was quickly undone and I dropped the negligee on the floor next to the panties. I pointed the remote at the VCR and stopped the tape and then turned off the television so now the room was deathly quiet, like a funeral service was in progress.