“Maybe I should go home,” she almost whispered.
“No fucking way. You came here to get even and that’s what you are going to do. Now just relax and I will get you some more to drink.”
He left and was back in just a few seconds with another glass of liquid. “Here. This will make you feel better.” She gulped it down as well.
They sat there and Wilson stroked her arms, brushed her hair, and kissed her cheeks, hands, and neck. Then he ran his hand over her left breast. She jerked but didn’t stop him. He did it again. With more pressure this time. She closed her eyes and breathed a bit harder. The third time he pinched her nipple and she moaned. He then stood, took her hands and pulled her up. “Get those fucking clothes off and let’s do this.” And she started to undress. He watched her as she started to strip. Then he undressed himself. It didn’t take him long and he stood there stroking his dick as she finished. When she was naked he turned her around and whistled. “Man, what a fine piece of ass. I’m going to enjoy this.”
I saw Carol smile. She was starting to get into this. “You are?”
“Fuck yes. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
“Do you have to keep saying that word?”
“What word?”
“The ‘f’ word.”
“Fuck? You bet your ass, I do. And you will too. You’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
“Never. I hate that word.”
“Before I’m finished with you, you’ll love it.” He said as he pushed her down on the bed.
And so it started. He started kissing her all over and when he kissed her neck, I saw her nipples get hard. They always did. She loved to have her pussy eaten and he did it well. He had her bouncing off the bed and thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth. Then he crawled up her body and, on his knees, rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
“I want it.”
“Why do you want it?”
“I need it.”
“Need it to do what?”
“Go in me.”
He rubbed it harder against her.
“Go in you and what?”
“Do it to me.”
“Do what to you?”
“Make love to me.”
“No. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I … I can’t”
He started to get up and she held him. “Don’t go.”
“Then say it.”
“I can’t.”
He got up and walked out of camera range.
“This bitch doesn’t want to get even with her asshole husband. He can fuck whoever he wants and she won’t do anything about it. He’s a lucky motherfucker. His wife will let him get by with anything.”
Then another voice. I assumed it was the one running the camera.
“Yeah. She doesn’t care. Look at her.”
At this point, Carol’s “social finger” was rubbing her puss and she was moaning. Whatever she had been given to drink was really starting to take effect. As she rubbed, she moaned. As she moaned, she rubbed harder and her finger went deeper. Then I watched as two fingers went inside her.
In all the years we were married, I had only convinced her to fingerfuck herself twice. And I loved watching her do it both times.
Then she spoke. “Come back, Jimmy. I’m sorry. Come back and put it in me.”
“Put what in where?”
Jimmy must have been standing beside the camera man because Carol was looking right at the camera.
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