Love Mistakes
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Chapter 2: A Family Friend
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: A Family Friend - An old friend of a couple returns to take revenge and, taking advantage of a mistake made by the husband, blackmails him and forces him to encourage his wife to have sex with the blackmailer, as well as humiliating the husband. In addition, the blackmailer uses drugs to push the situation in the desired direction.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing DomSub Humiliation Voyeurism
Stephen recovers contact with Lucia.
After the meeting with my old friend Stephen, I went home totally absorbed, thinking over in my head what he had set out for me: either I would obey him and help him so he could fuck my wife, or she and I would lose our jobs and Lucia would almost certainly break up with me.
Either option was horrible, and I felt unable to think clearly and choose one of them. Of course, I could accept losing my job; it had been my mistake, and if I had to pay for it by being thrown out of medicine, I would, but to ruin Lucia’s career—she, who had worked so hard and lived only to care for her “children,” was inconceivable to me. And to risk losing her was even harder.
And the more I thought about it, the more Stephen seemed right: everyone would think that Lucia was involved in my manipulation of the lists. Not to mention Stephen’s other statement, which was equally accurate: if Lucia found out what I had done and that it might have caused Salif’s death, her anger at me would be gigantic. Even if she remained married to me, she would never forgive me, and I was sure that I would not be able to bear her look of hatred and disappointment.
But the thought of helping Stephen so he could fuck my wife (how many times and how would he want to?) turned my stomach and made my heart shrink. I had never been able to erase from my mind how he had been the first man to have sex with Lucia and how I had suffered watching them together. Reliving that experience again was unbearable. On the other hand, I thought that Lucia would have no interest in him. That had been many years ago, and she had apparently never remembered him again. And if she didn’t want to have sex with him, there was nothing to be done; Stephen wouldn’t dare rape her. But what if something in Lucia’s heart was reawakened? It has always been said that the person with whom one has had sex for the first time remains stored there, somewhere in one’s thoughts.
Additionally, looking at it another way, I thought that exchanging sex (Lucia’s) for peace (both of us) was indecent; it was prostituting Lucia. After all, that was what Stephen was proposing to me: to fuck Lucia in exchange for leaving us alone. But he wasn’t going to force her; he was going to convince her (with my forced help, of course), but only convince her. If she wanted to do it, that was fine; she wasn’t prostituting herself in exchange for favours.
As you can see, I had what you might call a huge ‘mental block’, trying to distinguish right from wrong and looking for the least harmful option for Lucia and myself, jumping from one option to another, or considering one option as ‘least bad’, only to decide the next minute that it was ‘worst’.
As I entered the house, I was hit by the delicious smell of a Spanish-style potato omelette that Lucia was cooking. She used to cook recipes from both her family’s countries, each one more delicious than the other, but that night I was hardly hungry. Lucia noticed that I was listless and asked me what was wrong, but I told her that I was very tired and that attending to the absence of the head of department last period (I didn’t want to tell her about Stephen’s arrival yet) had exhausted me (which was also true).
That night I did nothing but toss and turn in bed. I cuddled up to Lucia, trying to find comfort and calm, which was always provided by the soft touch of her skin and her delicate, cinnamon-like scent, but I didn’t succeed. Besides, there was another reason that lately prevented me from falling asleep. We hadn’t made love for a long time. Since the fateful phone call that triggered the fight against the cancer, we hadn’t had the time, the desire or the strength. As soon as we heard the news, during the first phases, we just wanted to cuddle and feel together, to feel the tenderness of our loved one. During the chemotherapy treatments, Lucia was exhausted, her body was a mess and she had no strength. And after the operation, although she gradually recovered, she was still weak. As for me, I had been nursing her all the time, taking care of the food and all the chores at home and at the hospital, as well as my job, covering the duties of my former boss, so I was also very tired.
In addition, after such a transplant, several weeks without penetration were recommended to let the inside of the body recover and adjust. As a result, lying next to Lucia’s beautiful body, which had practically recovered its usual beauty, longing to make love to her and not being able to do so, did not help to relax.
The next day, I was on my way to meet Stephen without having come to any conclusion, and thinking that, in addition to my mental confusion, the fact that Stephen hadn’t said exactly what he wanted to do with Lucia or me, or how many times he wanted to have sex with her, didn’t help in making a decision. I think the fact that he was weighing up the details of that option was already a sign that I was giving in to his blackmail.
When I got to the hospital, I went up to his office, knocked and heard him say, “Come on in.”
I went in and sat down across from him. “Hi, Stephen.”
“Hi, Tommy,” he replied, starting the habit of calling me that, clearly to humiliate me, calling me like a child, for he didn’t say it in a loving or trusting tone, as he did when we were little kids, but emphasised the word with a condescending tone.
“I’ve been thinking about what we talked about yesterday.”
“And?”
“Please, in the name of our old friendship, I beg you to forget it, or at least let me tender my resignation and take the blame for what I did on my own.”
“You can forget about it, Tommy. You only have two choices: for me to submit my report or for me to fuck Lucia.”
“But she won’t want to. She’s married to me.”
“Leave that to me. Besides, I’ll be counting on your help.”
“And ... will you do it just once? To sleep with her?”
“I’ll do it as often as I feel like it. All you have to do is obey me.”
“You won’t hurt her? You won’t force her?”
“No. It wouldn’t be that much fun. You’ll be the one to hand her to me on a platter. I want to see you suffer while I fuck her and she enjoys it, watching her cum in front of you with my cock in her cunt.”
“You’re a bastard!”
“Yes,” he replied, very satisfied, “a bastard who gets what he wants. Well, what do you decide? Shall I send my report? Or are you going to obey me from now on?”
I hesitated, and finally, resigned, I replied, “OK. I will obey you.”
“Good!” he said, satisfied. “And remember, Tommy, you must obey me in everything. As soon as I see that something is not done as I say, I will hand in the report. And so that you don’t forget, take this copy so that you can consult it in case you have any doubts,” he added, handing me a folder with a document detailing what Lucia and I had done, as Stephen wanted to imply.
I got up to leave, but Stephen stopped me. “Wait, I’m not finished, but I’d like you to stand. From now on in our meetings you will stand. I have to explain what you are going to do. For starters, this afternoon we’ll both go to your house, and you’re going to tell Lucia how happy you are to be reunited with your ‘old soul mate’ and that I’ve joined you as head of your department. In addition, you are going to propose to Lucia to organise a dinner this coming Friday to celebrate the reunion of the three of us.”
“Agreed,” I replied with distaste.
“One other thing. From what I’ve read in Lucia’s file, I assume you have been advised against sex for the time being, right? The usual timelines would allow you to have sex two weeks from today.”
“Yes,” I replied, not knowing whether Lucia not being able to have sex would be positive or negative for Stephen’s plans. I hoped it would be negative and maybe it would put him off his crazy plans, but I saw that I was the one it was going to be negative for.
“Perfect!” he replied. “So, I figure that between pre- and post-op treatments, you’ve been sexless for at least two months. So you, from now on, are going to take some pills that I’m going to give you.”
“What pills?” I asked uneasily.
“These”, he replied, placing a box on the table. “It’s a very effective product manufactured by the pharmaceutical company where my father works, who, by the way, is no longer the director of one of the factories but is now vice president of the company, which gives him very good contacts with the management of all the hospitals and with the professional association of doctors. That is why I have been able to position myself as the head of this department. You see, if you think it would do you any good to confess that you did the manipulation on your own, you are wrong. I would get them to believe me. But back to the pills, they are just a product for blood pressure problems, which gives very good results and prevents heart attacks. But, among other components, it has the one that is used when someone takes too much Viagra and painful erections have to be reduced by withdrawing blood from the penis. The result is that as a side effect, it causes erectile dysfunction, or impotence, whatever you want to call it. As long as you take them, you won’t be able to have an erection.”
“But ... you want me to take this?”
“Yes, one a day, in front of me, so you won’t be tempted to cheat. And on the days you don’t come to work, you’ll video call me and take a pill out of the blister pack containing the pills and swallow it in front of me.”
“You want to make me impotent?”
“Don’t worry, Tommy. It only takes effect while you take it. When I’ve fucked Lucia a few times, you can stop taking it.”
“A few times...”
“Yeah, sure, you think I’d settle for fucking her just once? I plan to enjoy that wet cunt and those big tits more than once,” he said, smiling.
“You son of a bitch!”
“Yeah, I’ve been called that more than once, but I don’t care as long as I get what I want,” Stephen replied calmly.
“And you think Lucia will want to have sex with you because I can’t have sex? You don’t know her at all.”
“Well, it may not be enough, but what with more factors in my favour: first, ‘the joy of the reunion with her old boyfriend’ (you remember I was the first one to fuck her? ); Second, your help in that not only will you take me to your house and reminisce about the good times, but when Lucia sees that you are impotent, you will suggest that she seek the satisfaction she needs from someone she trusts, for example, me; and third, as an old friend, I will ‘take a personal interest’ in Lucia’s case, and I will be the one to do the follow-up after the transplant, and I will prescribe her some pills also from my father’s laboratory. Unfortunately, these pills did not pass the testing phase like yours did and have not been marketed. The reason is that these pills, created to compensate for the hormonal deficit in women after the removal of their ovaries, had the side effect of provoking intense sexual arousal. The volunteers who tried them all said that they were continuously horny and wanted to fuck all the time.”
“You bastard! You can’t do that!” I exclaimed, increasingly concerned and horrified by his plans.
“Of course I can. And if you don’t like it, tell me and send the report,” Stephen said, knowing he had me trapped.
“I’ll tell Lucia what you’re proposing,” I replied.
“Tell her whatever you want, Tommy. She may not believe you, but in any case, it won’t matter. You’ll both be without your jobs as doctors, now and in the future, and you’ll certainly be without Lucia. Isn’t it better to lose her for a while than to lose her forever?”
Stephen was a manipulative bastard, but the truth is that the way he was selling it to me, it seemed like the lesser of two evils. I figured that after all, they’d already had sex, and if Lucia agreed, even if she was pushed and manipulated, it wasn’t such a big deal. I finally decided to accept. It was my second mistake out of love, after the manipulation of the transplant lists. In both cases, out of a misguided sense of protection, to save her, in one case from death and in the other from ruining her life, though in both cases at the cost of committing indignities.
“All right, I will,” I replied, utterly broken, without strength to fight.
“I knew you would, Tommy. And remember, don’t try to pretend to do what I tell you and tell Lucia behind my back what I’m trying to do. First, because you’d have to explain to her why I’m blackmailing you, and you’d discover yourself, but also because if I see that I don’t get results, I’ll send the report anyway. You’ll have to work hard to convince her. Understand?”
“Yes,” I replied, sinking deeper and deeper.
“Perfect. I see we understand each other, Tommy. To close this deal and show your goodwill, I now want you to ask me to please fuck your wife.”
“What?” I exclaimed in horror.
“What you heard. “That’s my first order for you.” I was shocked at the thought of what to do. Stephen was determined to humiliate me and sink me into a deeper and deeper hole, and I didn’t know how to escape. I was like a mouse trapped by a cat, playing with its prey rather than eating it immediately. The difference is that a cat does it without cruelty; its instinct is to play with its prey after catching it, to train itself to hunt it. In contrast, Stephen was clearly a cruel person who enjoyed the pain and humiliation of others, manipulating people and using them for his own ends without the slightest scruple. That’s what I had discovered in high school, and apparently instead of correcting himself, his personality had gotten worse.
Finally, I mumbled, “I want you to have sex with my wife.”
“Louder; I didn’t hear you. And you missed the ‘please’ and being more explicit: talk about fucking.”
“Please, Stephen, I want you to fuck my wife,” I managed to say.
“Perfect, Tommy. I’ll be glad to do you that favour. Now take the first pill in front of me, and you can go. This afternoon you will pick me up and take me home, as I explained to you.”