Love Mistakes
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Chapter 6: Not So Private
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Not So Private - 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 Revenge
Stephen shares the situation with someone else.
After Stephen’s visit, Lucia was once again very satisfied and relaxed the next day, which caused me enormous suffering, seeing how she enjoyed herself in bed with Stephen while I was a silent witness.
Once again, Lucia commented on how exciting and daring the threesome had been and how much fun we had had. We spent a quiet weekend, enjoying our free time together, although from time to time I couldn’t help thinking about what Stephen would say or do the following Monday.
On Monday morning at the hospital, Stephen called me to come to his office. When I entered his office, standing next to him, I saw that there was another man there. Both were very focused on Stephen’s mobile phone. The man looked strikingly similar to Stephen and somehow seemed familiar to me.
“What a pair of tits! What a rack!” said the man.
“Fantastic, I can assure you first-hand; I couldn’t get enough of fondling them,” replied Stephen.
“And she enjoys it like a bitch in heat! What moans she lets out!”
Stephen replied with a smile, “She couldn’t stop coming while I fucked her over and over again.”
Suddenly, I attended to the sound coming from Stephen’s mobile phone, and although no words were spoken, I recognised Lucia’s voice. I realised that they were watching the video I had recorded the previous Friday.
Outraged, I approached the table and, leaning heavily on it, shouted at Stephen: ‘You bastard! Son of a bitch! You promised me you wouldn’t share the video!’
With his usual irritating calm, Stephen replied, “I’m not posting it on the Internet; I’m just showing my cousin Richard how much your wife enjoys it when I fuck her. You remember my cousin Richard, right? We’ve always shared everything, including women, and I couldn’t keep it to myself.”
I then remembered Richard from high school. He was always following Stephen around and getting into trouble with him. I had lost track of him shortly after finishing high school; the last I heard, he had tried to study at the university but failed.
Richard then said to me, “Hi Tommy. I hope we’ll see each other more now. Stephen got me hired as an orderly at the hospital. It’s been many years since we last saw each other.” He added sarcastically, “By the way, speaking of old friends, what’s become of your cousin Grace? I really enjoyed fucking her with Stephen; as he said, we share everything.”
I looked at him with hatred and replied, “She’s fine now, but not thanks to you bastards. You ruined her life. And if I hadn’t stopped you, you could have ruined Lucia’s life too.”
Richard laughed stupidly. “It wasn’t that bad; she enjoyed it a lot. And speaking of that, your little wife is very hot; I wouldn’t mind giving her a try.”
“Don’t even go near her,” I replied irritably. Then, turning to Stephen, I added, “I can convince Lucia to have a threesome with you, but I could never convince her to include Richard as well, so you can forget about it.”
“Relax, Tommy, I’m not going to force things,” Stephen replied. “And you, Richard, will have to make do with the video I showed you and jerking off thinking about Lucia’s naked body.”
Then Stephen turned to me again. “Well, Tommy, like last Monday, I hope you’ll thank me for coming to your house and fucking your wife.”
I looked at Stephen and then at Richard, undecided, without saying a word. It was humiliating enough to have to thank Stephen for fucking my wife, but having to do it in front of Richard was unbearable.
“Come on, Tommy, you have to do it. There’s no point in resisting. You know the alternative,” Stephen insisted.
Totally embarrassed, I finally gave in and muttered, “Thank you, Stephen, for coming to my house and fucking my wife.”
“You’re welcome, Tommy. It was my pleasure,” Stephen replied with a laugh. “You can go now.”
I left Stephen’s office, hearing Richard’s stupid laughter behind me.
Halfway through the week, Stephen called me and said he wanted to invite us to his house for dinner on Saturday. As always, it was an order, not an invitation. He also told me that, among other things, he wanted to fuck Lucia in his bed.
I passed on the invitation to Lucia, without mentioning the sexual connotations of the encounter, although it seemed to me that Lucia was getting used to them and, what was most painful for me, expecting them.
On Saturday, we went to the address Stephen gave me. It was a very large house, reflecting the wealth of Stephen’s parents, who had given it to him as a gift.
I was tense all night, barely enjoying the food Stephen had ordered, which, to be honest, was excellent in the few moments when I relaxed and savoured it. After dinner, we moved to the living room, where we chatted for a while. I kept waiting for Stephen to suggest starting what he was ‘selling’ to Lucia as a threesome, which was simply to make me watch him enjoy fucking Lucia and, what made me feel even worse, how she enjoyed it just as much.
Finally, Stephen steered the conversation towards our previous encounters and, very cynically, feigning great respect, asked us if we would mind doing it again.
Lucia looked at me as if waiting for my opinion. I felt Stephen’s gaze on me, and I knew what I had to answer, so I agreed. Lucia agreed too.
Then Stephen made a proposal: “I’ve been thinking about Tom’s ‘problem’, and I wanted to propose a game to make you both feel closer. I’ll blindfold you both so that when I’m with Lucia, she imagines I’m Tom, and Tom thinks he’s making love to Lucia. Tom can be sitting next to Lucia, caressing her and telling her what he would do to her, and she can describe to Tom what she feels and what I do. In a way I would be a kind of go-between. What do you think of the game?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. Stephen looked at me seriously to indicate that this was not the answer he was expecting.
Lucia instead replied, “It could be exciting. I’m looking forward to making love to Tom and feeling his body on top of me, and this might be something like that.”
“Yes, certainly. Let’s try it,” I added so as not to antagonise Stephen. On the other hand, I thought it might be a curious experience and maybe even what Stephen said might be true and I might feel attached to Lucia, although I figured I couldn’t get it out of my head that Stephen was fucking my wife against my will and forcing me to witness it.
The three of us got up and followed Stephen into his bedroom, which was very large and had a big bed right in front of the door.
We undressed and lay down on the bed, with Lucia between us, like other times. Stephen and I started caressing Lucia and kissing her. With Stephen not allowing me to sleep with her – I kept having to connect my mobile at night so that Stephen could check that I was taking my pills and sleeping in another room – I found it delicious to watch and caress Lucia’s naked body.
I caressed her large breasts and feminine hips as I kissed her with all the pent-up desire I had no way of releasing. As she turned to Stephen, I took the opportunity to admire her silhouette from behind, enjoying the view of her round buttocks and shoulder blades, and bringing my nose to the back of her neck to smell her sweet aroma, a scent I could no longer enjoy at night.
After a long time of caresses and foreplay, which, though very satisfying, also contributed to my arousal and despair, as I could neither get an erection nor an orgasm, Stephen said, “Now let’s do as I told you. On the bedside table I have two masks. Tom, take them, put one on and give one to Lucia.”
We both put on the masks.
Then Stephen continued, “Now, Tom, sit in that chair by the bed. From there you can hold Lucia’s hand, but you won’t be in contact with her whole body; that way, when I’m with her, she won’t feel that there are two people but only one, Tom.”
I sat down in the chair and reached out until I found Lucia’s hand, which was also looking for me.
Then Stephen got up from the bed and came over to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Tom, without moving, imagine that it is you who gets up from the chair, walks over to the bed and starts caressing Lucia’s naked body. And you, Lucia, imagine that it is Tom who gets on the bed and starts caressing you. Use his name when you ask me for something or like what I do. I won’t talk so the effect will be better, and it will seem like it’s just the two of you.”
Then he lifted his hand from my shoulder, moved away, and shortly after I heard the bed creak as he climbed on it. Soon after I heard Lucia say, “Yes, like that, Tom, lick me.”
I imagined Stephen between Lucia’s legs, licking her sex. It was the only thing I had done lately to bring Lucia to orgasm, and I knew how much she enjoyed it. Lucia squeezed my hand from time to time when the sensations she felt were too intense, and I could hear her panting and moaning more and more intensely. I could also hear the sound of Stephen’s licking and sucking on Lucia’s labia and clitoris; from the noise, she must have been soaking wet.
After a while, I felt her arch up, squeeze my hand, and moan loudly as she said, “Huumm, I’m coming, Tom. Urgh,” and reached an intense orgasm.
I felt conflicting sensations. On the one hand I regretted that I wasn’t the one giving Lucia pleasure and that it was Stephen the bastard, but I had to admit that having my eyes closed and Lucia talking as if I was the one giving her pleasure worked quite well and made me feel more in the limelight and also more aroused, which again left me uncomfortable, with no way to let off steam.
I then heard new rustling noises indicating movement across the bed and then Lucia saying, “Hummm. I like the way you fondle and suck my breasts. Tom, go on.”
I imagined Stephen licking Lucia’s sensitive hard nipples and probably kneading her beautiful breasts with his hands.
It was clear that Lucia was not only enjoying herself very much but was also getting into the game Stephen was proposing. Besides, the hormone pills Stephen was giving her clearly kept her continually aroused – more than one night she was rubbing and pressing herself against me, and I had to hold back from pouncing on her, and then I was forced to go to sleep alone – and I could tell that when she had a chance to release all that pent-up sexual tension, she was desperately going for it.
Then I heard Lucia say, ‘Please don’t tease me any more, Tom. Stop brushing the tip of your cock against my pussy; stick it all the way in me.”
I imagined Stephen lying on top of Lucia and teasing her, rubbing his erect cock against Lucia’s swollen vaginal lips, teasing her to desperation.