Chapter 59: Katie’s Official Visitor

The bright morning sun shone down on suburban Kansas City. Katherine Jackson, the beautiful married mother, looked out of the kitchen window as she wrestled with her anxiety that filled her mind as she set the coffee cup to her flawless lips and took a sip.

She was set to be on the popular TV show ‘Dancing with the Stars’ in just a few weeks, a move that she hoped would affirm her status as a national celebrity. Katie knew she should be elated yet the former beauty queen couldn’t help the sense of uneasiness that was building up inside her. She had hidden the narcotics she took from the drug dealers in her closet knowing that Phil’s parole officer would be visiting soon. If she could set him up to have his parole revoked and arrested then her life could return to normal.

Katie shuddered as she thought about the old man’s impact on her life and how she had gone from being the perfect wife to becoming his slut. It was something she never fathomed would be possible when she first met him. But he had control over her life with his constant threats of destroying everything she and her husband had worked for throughout their entire lives.

It felt like her whole world had been turned upside down. Katie couldn’t remember ever having so much sex. Each encounter with her well-endowed neighbor would leave the hot wife in shambles as her body racked with mind-blowing ecstasy while the fat man’s chunky semen leaked out of her gaping holes or across her freckled face.

Over the last month, Phil had fucked the sexy mother in virtually every room of the house. In her bed, bathroom, on the stairs, in the garage and even standing at the window with her face and tits pressed to the glass, her naked hard body at full display as the fat man had brutally reamed her ass. He even made her suck his thick cock while in her children’s bedrooms until he came down her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought about the things she had done to keep her secret safe with him.

She shook her head and took a deep breath as she stared out onto the street as she knew she just needed Phil out of the house for a minute so that she could plant the drugs in his room before the officer checked their house.

“Sure, no problem,” Fred said as he talked into his cell phone as he walked into the kitchen, “I’ll think those charges are all fraudulent.” Katie turned towards him, “Do you know where you last saw your cards?” covering the phone with his hand, “Whoever had them went crazy in the plaza.”

Katie swallowed hard as she quickly thought up a lie as she shrugged, “Downtown? At the MADD meeting?”

Fred nodded as he turned and walked back out of the room as he spoke to their credit card company on the phone. Katie followed him as she straightened her short summer dress and took a quick look at her reflection in the window as she ran her hand through her soft brown hair before slowly heading towards the hallway, her high heeled sandals clicking on the floor.

She looked out her front window and saw Phil standing by their fence looking up and down the street. He looked fatter than ever as his obese body stood out in their manicured front yard. Katie felt faint as she played out the scenario in her head. If she ran upstairs and grabbed the bags and quickly ran down to his room the chances of getting caught were slim. She needed him distracted even for a few minutes once his parole officer arrived.

Her stomach was in knots when she saw him wave at a white Ford Crown Victoria as it drove down the street. The car slowly pulled up in front of their house. Katie’s eyes widened as Phil began walking towards the driver’s door.

This was her moment she had waited for that could remove him from her house and she would have time to search for the thumb drive that had her video of her fucking pornstar Rodney Moore. She took a deep breath and raced up the stairs towards her closet. Her heart was racing as she pulled a gallon sized bag from one of her purses that were arranged on the top shelf. The bag was filled with smaller bags that contained what she assumed were narcotics. The purse fell to the floor as her heart pounded as she ran down the steps and raced around the corner to the steps that lead to the basement. She looked over her shoulder and saw Phil standing in the street talking with a taller black man who had exited his car...

She sprinted into Phil’s room and opened his nightstand and arranged a few bags into the top drawer. Katie turned and went to his dresser and pulled open the drawer and emptied the rest of the small baggies and attempted to cover them with one of his t-shirts. Her hands shook as she turned and left the room silently closing his door behind her. As she walked past the bathroom she placed the clear bag into the garbage. She strolled up the steps and saw Phil still in the street. She grinned as took a deep breath and exhaled. Excitement filled her body that Phil would soon be in handcuffs.

Her husband stepped out of the office and motioned towards the front door as his phone was still pressed against his ear, “I think the parole officer is here.” Katie smiled and leaned in and kissed her husband. Fred was slightly taken back but couldn’t help but smile as he looked at his sexy wife up and down in her floral sundress. She looked amazing. The dress was at thigh level and displayed her toned legs. “Yes I’m still here,” he rolled his eyes as he spoke into the phone as he walked back into his office.

Once again Katie adjusted her sundress and opened the front door and walked out to greet Phil’s parole officer. He was at least 6’3 and towered over her. His black skin was perfect as his lips opened and smiled. His teeth were white as snow and he appeared to have a chiseled torso behind his dark gray Missouri Department of Parole polo. His black slacks fit his body perfectly with a gold badge attached to the front of his belt. He looked young and was maybe in his early thirties or late 20’s as he extended his hand, “Reggie. Reggie Peterson. I’m Mr. Dorman’s parole officer.” He had a deep voice with brown piercing eyes. He looked like a younger brother to Idris Elba, the famous actor. He was bald with a beautiful brown complexion and looked more like a model than a state employee...

“Hi, I’m Katie. It’s very nice to meet you,” the hot wife said softly, as he took her delicate hand into his palm as Fred walked out of the house and up to the group standing on the sidewalk.

“Wait a minute!” he cried “You are Mrs. America! I thought Mr. Dorman was pulling my leg when he said you allowed him to stay here! Please allow me to say you’re even more beautiful in person.”

Blushing, Katie gave a faint smile at the cheesy compliment as she glanced towards her husband who beamed with pride.

The black officer seemed unwilling to let go of Katie’s hand while his big brown eyes appeared to be peeling off her skimpy summer dress as he stared at her body, “And soon to be starring on Dancing with the Stars?” Mrs. Jackson smiled as she nodded her head. “You must be Mr. Jackson,” as he finally released the sexy wife’s and switched to his hand.

“Please call me Fred.” As they shook hands, “It’s already hot today isn’t it,” as he glanced up to the sky.

“It sure is!” Reggie laughed, “Not like down in Louisiana though. It’s always hot down in the south. I’m glad I was transferred up to the Missouri area.”

“Everything is hot here though,” Phil chuckled as he turned his head sideways and stared at the group.

The sexy mother cringed at the old man’s comments as she looked at his scrubby attire. He was wearing stained cargo pants and an ill-fitting shirt which he was still clumsily trying to button up. She wondered why he hadn’t at least given some kind of thought to his appearance.

“Yes it is!” Reggie said as he walked over to Phil. He glanced at Katie and Fred, “I need to have a few words with him in private first, if you don’t mind,” the parole officer said as he nodded his head in the direction of their obese houseguest.

“Afterwards,” he added, “I’m going to have to look around the house for any contraband. You know, procedural stuff,” as he waved his hand in the air, “I’m sure I won’t find anything.”

Again, the hot wife couldn’t suppress a feeling of uneasiness as she noticed his stare and what he would undoubtedly find hidden in Phil’s room.

“Sure no problem. We’ll be inside,” Fred interjected as Katie quietly followed her husband back into the house.

“Seems like a nice guy,” Fred whispered as they turned the corner, “I just don’t want Phil to bring us into any of his bullshit.” He paused, “I mean I don’t think he’s done anything but you never know. I guess I didn’t expect him to commit fraud either.”

Katie didn’t answer as she nervously sat down on the couch. She breathed heavily as her hands turned cold in anticipation of what was about to transpire.

Fred watched his beautiful wife cross her sexy legs as she looked out towards the men outside of her house. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he marveled at how she seemed to get more desirable each day. Even the small kiss earlier caused his desires to increase within his body. Fred had noticed the way the parole officer had stared at his wife, obviously struck by her beauty. Putting his hand in his pocket, Fred rearranged his growing erection. The thought of other men lusting after his hot wife always excited him and this was no different. He dreamed of watching his wife be with another man but being with a man such as the parole officer would be amazing. They had played online, moreso before Phil had moved in, and he loved showing his wife off. “Do you think we should take him to lunch? I mean he drove in from Saint Louis; I suppose it would be the right thing to do.”

“I don’t know,” Katie replied as she glanced up at him, “Is that something we should do?” She tried to hide the fact that she knew that they wouldn’t have time for it as Phil would soon be arrested.

Fred saw the lustful glances from the well built black man towards his wife and wanted it to continue, “I know Reggie would like it!” He beamed with pride, “Tell me you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you!”

Katie laughed, “You are always thinking you see those things! He was just being nice!”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts as the two men came back into the house. “Everything okay?” he asked, “Is there a problem?” as he pointed towards the bag draped on the parole officer’s shoulder.

“No,” Reggie spoke, “I come prepared in case it is needed. It’s just my equipment if I find any contraband that I need to take.” He dropped the bag to the floor, “Phil says you both have been gracious hosts,” as he removed a card from his pocket.

The black officer beamed from ear to ear as he stared at the sexy wife as she sat on the couch. Her cleavage was perfectly visible from his angle as he glanced down the front of her dress. They looked perfectly round and immediately wanted to feel and taste them. He cleared his voice as he read from it, “As per the agreement when you allowed Mr. Dorman to stay with you upon his release from prison; you are subjected to searches of your property to maintain that nothing illegal is occurring within the residence.”

Suddenly the phone in Fred’s hand began to ring. He looked at Katie and shook his head, “It’s the bank again. I’m sorry,” as he glanced at Reggie and Phil, “I need to take this.” He spun around, “This is Fred,” speaking into the phone as he disappeared into his office.

Reggie’s eyebrow raised, “Is everything okay?”

“Someone stole our credit cards and went on a shopping spree,” she smiled nervously, “I can show you around if you like.”

The parole officer nodded his head, “That would be perfect. Mr. Dorman, I’ll need you to wait outside and not interfere.”

Phil smirked as he turned his fat frame and went out the door glancing back at Katie and giving her a sly smile.

Katie stood up from the couch and straightened her short dress as she turned and made her way to the stairs in her high heel sandals, “Right this way officer,” the sexy wife smiled as she knew in a moment that Phil would be removed from her house. She could then find the thumb drive with her video and destroy any evidence that he had and her life would return to normal with her family.

“Please call me Reggie,” the man spoke behind her as he followed her through the house staring at her hard body. Katie led Reggie down the steps and towards the basement bedroom as he spoke behind her, “Do you have any concerns with his behavior? Has Mr. Dorman done anything that causes you any concern? Has he made any promises or threats towards you or your husband?”

She paused for a moment and thought about what she should say, “No. He just does his own thing. He comes and goes often but he isn’t disrespectful to us.” Her face burned red at the lie she just told officer Peterson as Phil never left the house but she wanted to set him up perfectly. He’s doesn’t leave because he was always touching her or making her fuck him. “This is Phil’s room,” as she opened the basement bedroom door and stepped out of the way.

As they entered the musty room, the hot wife frowned as she didn’t notice it earlier when she hid the bags. The room was filthy. Dirty laundry was scattered all over the floor and on the bed while newspapers, magazines and empty cans of beer were strewn around.

Katie shook her head, wondering why Phil hadn’t cleaned up, knowing that the officer would be visiting. The penetrating smell of sweat and tobacco filled the air. The beauty queen had become familiar with the stench of her old neighbor.

The parole officer picked up a magazine off the floor as it was opened to the picture of Katie had taken for Dancing with the Stars. The black man stared at the picture, then up at the hot wife, “Damn,” he exclaimed as he smiled, “You are famous!”

“Thank you,” Katie said softly, blushing, not knowing what else to say.

He picked up a newspaper that had Katie’s picture of her in the swimsuit from Mrs. America pageant, “Wow! Look at you!” He laid the paper down on the bed, “I hate to impose but can I get a picture with you?” He pulled out his phone and before Katie could say anything he wrapped his muscular arm around her small waist as he pulled her close. He held the phone up into the air as the beauty queen felt his hand gently stroking the small of her back, his fingertips massaging the upper part of her buttocks over her dress. They both smiled as he quickly took some pictures, “I normally don’t have a chance to meet somebody famous on these home visits.” His hand lingered on her body.

Her body tightened as she glanced over at him. The world stopped for a moment as she feared that Phil had told him something about what she does for him to keep her secret safe, “Do. Do. Do you need to do anything here?” Katie said, fighting her instinct of slapping the man’s hand away as he gently rubbed her body.

Reggie sighed, “I suppose I should do my job!” He pulled his hand off of her body and walked over to the dresser and opened a few drawers. Katie’s stomach turned as he opened the drawer where she planted the drugs. She watched as he moved some shirts and then paused as he looked back at her, “Can you give me a moment?” His body language had changed as he suddenly became more professional and less flirtatious. He opened his bag as he pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. “I’ll need you to wait upstairs.”

“Is everything okay?” Katie asked as she fidgeted in the doorway.

“I’ll need you to wait upstairs,” Reggie repeated as he unpacked plastic bags from his duffle bag

Katie’s knees shook as returned to the kitchen where Phil looked up at her, “Where’s officer Peterson?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “He told me to go up here and wait.” The sexy woman tried to not smirk and let on that she knew exactly what was happening.

Phil shook his head slowly and looked towards the steps and back to his sex host as his grin slowly disappeared, “What the fuck...” he said under his breath.

Katie felt elated and tried to suppress her smile. After 15 minutes of hearing Phil continually ask, “What’s taking so long.” Reggie Peterson appeared up the basement steps.

“Is everything okay?” Phil quickly asked.

Reggie nodded, “I need to be thorough. I’ll explain later. Could you show me the upstairs Mrs. Jackson?”

Katie nodded as she heard her husband still on the phone in the other room. She climbed the stairs to the upper floor, the married mother could practically feel the black man’s hot breath on her swaying ass, his face just inches away from her gorgeous behind as he shuffled up the steps behind her. “Is everything okay?” she asked but he didn’t reply.

She showed him her children’s bedroom but he didn’t search any of their dresses as she continued and led the way to the master bedroom. Up until he discovered the drugs, Reggie Peterson had seemed much more occupied with the beauty queen’s body as his eyes practically glued to her but now he was more serious. The master bedroom however seemed to be of much more interest to him as he took his time strolling around the bed several times while he inspected the room.

“So this is where you sleep ... with your husband?” he asked.

“Y ... Yes” the hot wife replied, puzzled at the weird question.

Sensing her uneasiness, “It’s a standard question. Some married couples have separate bedrooms. I need to know in case something is discovered here.” He walked around their room and opened the dresser drawers, “Is Phil ever in here?”

The sexy wife blushed as she lied, “No of course not.” She watched him move from drawer to drawer as Katie meekly protested, “Is that necessary?”

“Ma’am, after what I found I have to do a thorough inspection,” he turned and smiled at the beautiful woman in the doorway, “It’s not like I’m expecting to find anything here. That is unless you want to tell me something?”

Katie’s mouth suddenly felt dry as her body tensed, “No. We don’t have anything that would be a concern.”

Mr. Peterson walked into their closet and began pulling boxes down from their shelves. Katie cringed as he opened one. He paused and stared at dildo’s along with bottles of lubrication and other sex toys that she and her husband enjoyed.

Mrs. Jackson’s face turned red as he leaned down and picked the black dildo up from the box as he turned his head towards the wife, “It looks like I found something!” He grinned as he looked back at the sexy wife.

“I’m sorry. Is this really necessary?” Katie asked as she began to wonder why he wasn’t arresting Phil for the drugs in his room.

He lifted each toy and inspected it. She swore she saw him inhaling, “You would be surprised how many people turn these into pipes or other means to ingest narcotics.”

She nodded her head as she was too embarrassed to say anything. She didn’t expect him to be looking in the closet otherwise she would have hid her toys in her car or someplace else. Katie felt that after her meeting at MADD that he would immediately take Phil away and not search her belongings.

“You seem worried,” the black man stated bluntly “Is there anything you need to tell me?”

“No sir,” Katie answered as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, “Just a little embarrassed.”

He returned her sex toys to the box as he turned towards her, “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone enjoys sex.” He moved towards her. He was so much taller than her as his chiseled body walked closer, “I’m going to get right to the point Mrs. Jackson, have you seen Phil using narcotics?”

“Narcotics?” Katie feigned shock, “Never. Why?”

“Do you or your husband engage in recreational narcotics?” as he moved closer to the married woman, “Cocaine? Methamphetamine?”

“No! Never! Why?” she asked as her face burned crimson red.

“I’ll need to talk with Phil,” as officer Peterson walked past her and down the steps. Katie followed as he heard him in the living room, “Phil I need to speak with you outside.”

Katie walked into the living room as she heard her husband still on the phone with their bank. She glanced out the window and saw Phil’s face. It was red and his mouth pressed tightly together in rage. She saw his bloodshot eyes stare at her through the window. Katie took a step away but tried to watch as he pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and light one. He took deep drags as Reggie continued talking with him. She could tell he was upset as he argued with the parole officer. She knew at any moment he would be taken away. But he was never placed into handcuffs as the men continued to argue as Phil appeared to be pleading with his parole officer. He pointed towards the house as he seemed to be talking faster and faster as though he was begging for his life. As Phil continued passionately talking; Reggie turned his head towards the house and smiled brightly. “What’s going on,” Katie mumbled under breath as she wished she could hear what they were saying.

Eventually she saw Phil smile and nod his head triumphantly. Reggie walked to his car and placed the duffle bag into his trunk as they both turned and walked back towards the house. Suddenly Reggie pulled out his phone and nodded for Phil to go inside as he began speaking into it.

Katie’s stomach turned to knots and couldn’t bear to look at Phil as he walked in. His eyes glared at her. He glanced at the den where Fred was still talking on the phone but then moved closer. His flabby face was still red from anger. He leaned towards her ear, “You fucking bitch!” He sneered, “Do you fucking think this would get rid of me! You do what I say or I burn you now in front of your husband.” Phil grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, “Fucking say somethin’ or I’m showing your fucking husband and take everything from him.”

The married woman trembled. Everything went wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Phil was supposed to be arrested just like the director said he would! She fought the tears that formed in her eyes.

Phil gritted his teeth, “Is this it? You wanna do this?” He glanced outside as Reggie pulled the phone down away from his face and began walking towards the door, “You want me to...”

“No,” Katie mumbled, “Don’t do anything.” Her jaw clenched. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Emotions were erupting inside of her.

“You better play along and get me outta this shit bitch!” Phil coughed as he released her arm.

Reggie walked in as Fred exited his office and joyfully asked, “Is everything okay?”

“I was on the phone with the office and apparently we missed some steps when Phil was released to your custody,” as Reggie placed the small bag down on the table. He quickly opened it, “We apparently have both of your fingerprints?”

Fred spoke up, “We both work in the financial world and it was required for some of our credentials.”

Officer Peterson nodded, “We also need your DNA. It’s a new requirement.”

Fred squinted as he was skeptical, “Do you know why that would be required?”

“The parole requirements in these circumstances require that a parolee can not live with relatives,” he removed a few swabs from his bag. “It could create a conflict of interest if something was to happen.”

Phil paced back and forth, “I wonder what distracted them to not get that!” He smirked at Katie knowing what she had done to get him out of prison.

Reggie opened a container as he walked over to Fred, “It can get a bit hectic during releases so it was probably just missed. Just open your mouth for a second.” Fred complied as Reggie swabbed the inside of his mouth before putting it into a small cardboard box. He turned and moved towards the sexy wife with a cotton swab in his hand. He swallowed hard as he stared at her perfectly painted lips, “Open up please.” Katie opened her mouth as she saw Reggie stare at her wet tongue and mouth before gently placing the swab in her mouth and moving it around. He placed it into a container as he began writing on a form and attaching it to each box. He turned to both of the Jackson’s, “The office also said we never had a drug test from either of you. I’ll need you both to provide a sample downtown on Monday.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “Sure. It won’t be a problem.” He glanced at his wife and this was exactly what he wanted to avoid when Katie pressed him on allowing Phil to move in with them.

Reggie smiled happily, “I was telling Phil what a lucky man he is to have such good neighbors,” the black man said as he moved next to Katie as he placed his hand on the small of her back as they stood next to each other near the doorway.

“You both are really gracious,” he added as the hot wife felt his hand wander to her ass, “To allow Phil to move in and allow him to intrude in your lives.” He roughly kneaded her gorgeous behind, pinching and groping the hot flesh, “Helping out your neighbor like this,” his hand was partially hidden by the door frame and was out of sight of Fred as he continued to grope Katie’s tight ass, “Is unheard of in this day and age.”

She glanced at Phil as he breathed heavily and stared at the married woman. His eyes were filled with rage but knew her day of reckoning was coming sooner than she thought.

Katie jumped slightly as Reggie’s middle finger found its way between her ass cheeks, poking and probing. Gritting her teeth, the sexy, jerking wife desperately tried to maintain her composure in front of her unsuspecting husband who stood just a few feet away.

The parole officer went on and on about how nice it was of the married couple to give their old neighbor the opportunity to live with them and how it would surely benefit his social rehabilitation. Katie wasn’t listening as she felt the parole officer’s strong hand on her body as her husband’s view was partially blocked by the door frame as the black man continued to vigorously grope his hot wife’s ass.

Katie swallowed hard, she would have loved to slap his hand away but she knew whatever was said outside would not be to her benefit. Surely Phil would blurt out about her affairs if she protested.

Fred smiled after listening to Reggie as he moved closer to Phil, “It’s been our pleasure to help him out, in fact it was all Katie’s idea.”

“Is that so?” Reggie’s eye brow raised as he glanced over at the sexy wife. “It is awfully nice that you take care of him like you do.”

Katie cringed as she heard the way he spoke. At that moment she knew Phil told the parole officer about what was happening between them. She clenched her jaw as she stared at the fat old man until Fred interjected, “We’d love to take you for lunch for driving all this way from St. Louis.”

Phil was stunned and immediately changed his demeanor, “Absolutely! Wow! Thank you Fred, that’s very thoughtful of you!” He grinned widely as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, “What do you say Mr. Peterson? I’m sure that is the perfect opportunity to get to know everyone better.”

Reggie’s hand remained on the hot wife’s ass as he nodded his head, “I think that would be perfect. It’s always best to get to know my clients and their hosts a bit better.”

Katie felt sick to her stomach as everyone walked out of the house together. They climbed into the SUV as Phil budged in front of her and quickly opened the passenger door and began to sit down. His body was half turned as he sneered at her, “Sit next to Reggie.”

The sexy woman was nervous as she opened the backdoor and climbed into the seat next to the parole officer. His eyes hadn’t left her body since he came back into the house. During the half hour drive; she felt his stares and swore she saw an incredible bulge in his groin. Thankfully Fred continued engaging Reggie in talk about sports as they drove and he never tried to grab her again.

As they drove on the Interstate, Phil suddenly blurted out, “Holy shit!” which caused everyone to jump in the SUV. His chubby finger pointed at a billboard along the road, “The Biggest Loser Returns! Casting now! Apply online!” The obese man was giddy, “I need to apply! This was what I was waiting for!”

Fred smiled, “Yes you should! That would be amazing! I’m sure Katie could give you a great reference!”

“Do you think the parole board would allow me to travel?” Phil turned and asked officer Peterson.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t see why not. I don’t see you as being a flight risk.” He looked over at the stunning wife sitting next to him, “And I’m sure someone like Mrs. Jackson would be able to help with your application if she’s as helpful as you said she has been.”

Katie cringed as she sighed, “I ... I...” she was flabbergasted, “I’m sure I could make some calls.”

Phil nodded his head triumphantly, “Maybe I could be the next America’s Sweetheart!” He giggled to himself as everyone in the car laughed at him.

They arrived at the Cheesecake Factory in Kansas City’s famous shopping district. As the waitress escorted the party to a table in the far corner with the married couple leading the way, the two men stared at the hot wife’s swaying ass as she strutted along in her high heel sandals in front of them, turning the heads of nearly every man in the room.