Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 03

'What are you afraid of? Don't want Lizzy to find out that you know that her boss squirts when she cums?'

'Jesus, Stacy...' Ryan replied, his cock stiffening at the vivid memory. Yeah... he did know she squirted.

'Afraid that your wife will find out that her husband knows what the inside of my ass feels like?'

'Stacy...' he warned again, his cock throbbing at the thought.

'Or that her husband licked the sweat of my big tits?'

'Please...' he begged.

'Or that she'll find out that you screamed that you love me more than ANYTHING while I fucked your brains out?'

'Please stop...' he replied, his hand touching himself through his pants.

'I tell you what,' she began. 'I've shown you so much of me... I want you to return the favor. Send me a pic of that juicy dick... then we'll talk.'

If he was a little more clear-headed, he might have thought better. But he was still motivated to stay on her good side... and hopeful that playing along with her would convince her to live up to her word. Plus... she just had something about her that made him want to do as she asked. So, this was how the married man ended up locked in his bathroom three days before Christmas, making sure to take the most flattering picture of his big dick possible for his wife's boss to enjoy, all the while his wife got started on dinner. After a few minutes pause where Stacy was no doubt admiring the photo he'd sent, she finally replied.

'Very nice.'

A couple moments later, she followed up.

'As far as our deal goes... I'll think about it.'

Annoyed at her lack of a firm reply, that didn't stop him from rubbing one out at the thought of Stacy before rejoining his wife. He was hoping he could get this deal locked in place and at least minimize the chances of his secret getting out. Once that was set, he could move on and turn that focus inward and try to move on and get past all this, getting Stacy fully out of his system so he could refocus his full attention on his wife.

But Stacy was happy to string him along, only adding to his frustration. The next day, she shot him a message mid-morning.

'I have to apologize... I accidentally referenced our little fling during a meeting. I told the girls around the table that an upcoming deal was huge, like 'Lizzy's husband huge!' Don't worry, everyone laughed about it. Just wanted to let you know.'

He didn't know if she was being honest or just messing with him. And it didn't stop there.

'Sorry. I did it again,' she texted him the following morning. 'I told Marley that I wanted her on one of her clients like Lizzy's husband was all over my tits! A bit inappropriate, but it got the point across. And it was fitting, cause I was talking about her taking over one of Lizzy's clients. Lol.'

It was driving him crazy, the small possibility that she was actually being so reckless with this precious information. And then, later that day:

'I was meeting with a client over lunch, and we were talking about leadership. She asked what I do to motivate my employees... I told her that I fucked the husband of my worst saleswoman, and that everyone else since has been extra motivated to stay on my good side! Needless to say, she was VERY impressed! We spent most of the rest of our lunch bitching about our worst employees, and the things we've dreamed about doing to them. Even I learned a few things, HAHA!'

That was enough. Even if she was messing with him, it felt like he needed to make a firm deal. Something in concrete. While he always thought he was a good enough negotiator, he couldn't ignore the fact that the last time he'd tried to negotiate with Stacy, he'd not only given Stacy everything she wanted, he got none of what he'd asked for, including sacrificing parts of his soul for that wicked slut's approval. He hadn't felt the same since their encounter. But the torture of not knowing where his fate lied, of waiting for a hammer to drop on his marriage... it was bad enough that trying to out-negotiate Stacy seemed like the preferable alternative. So, he reached out to her, texting that he wanted to talk on the phone, to set their current situation in stone enough that his marriage was as protected as possible. That she would live up to the deal she made. Instead, she presented an alternative.

'Let's talk in person. That's always better than over the phone,' she texted him. 'Let's go to the Warriors game. The Christmas day game. We can watch from my box seats, and we can hash it all out.'

'I don't think that's a good idea...' Ryan replied. A few moments later:

'Are you sure?' She asked.

She punctuated this text with a photo of her at her desk, her top unbuttoned enough to expose her bra-clad breasts, her massive firm tits barely contained by the red lace garment. Ryan's eyes glazed over at the sight, admiring the round, smooth and succulent flesh. And the deep dark crevasse of her cleavage looked incredible. And through the lace, the light impression of her stiff nipples was enough to make his mouth water.

Suddenly, Ryan was beginning to reconsider.

Ryan knew this was a dangerous idea. He had planned to never see that wicked tease again, knowing just how drawn he was to her. Knowing how dangerous she was, he knew he couldn't trust himself around her. He'd clocked how evil she was pretty quickly back at the party, and that still didn't prevent him from ending up balls deep inside her heavenly cunt. That word... cunt... it still burned in his thoughts. Such a harsh word, such rough language, but when thinking about that tight, insane sex-hole between her legs... the word seemed appropriate. And he'd been thinking about it a lot lately.

But anyways, he knew that willingly putting himself in her presence again was a really risky idea, knowing how easily any sense of control could slip from his grasp. As someone trying to repair the damage his actions had done, it seemed like the worst idea possible. But it was the only option she was giving him to help repair the foundations of his marriage, and she really held all the cards.

If he didn't comply, she could easily let slip his greatest mistake and nuke his marriage completely. Not only that, and probably even more importantly, the exposure of what he'd done would destroy Elizabeth. If his marriage crumbled, he would be crushed but he'd understand. But the damage it would do to his wife... that would be far worse.

He didn't see any way around giving into Stacy's demand. He vowed to double down on his focus on repairing his marriage, and on shoring up his defenses enough as to reject Stacy's intense appeal. He knew he was justifying a really bad idea, and that despite all his protests otherwise, it could very easily just end the same way as their last encounter did. He knew that part of him was excited just to be in her presence again. To see her... to see them... not in the flesh, of course, but maybe in the flesh. No... NO! He had to keep his head on straight. He had to think clearly, but with Stacy that came with great difficulty. Stacy was built to give men bad ideas. And the more he thought about it, the more he thought about her, the more he talked himself into it. The thought of just being around her and that body again... it was enough to change his mind.

And plus... the game itself was a pretty big deal.

Screwing up the courage, he broke the news to his wife on Christmas Eve that a client from his work was very suddenly in the area, visiting from Japan. Important enough for him to interrupt their plans to meet with him. He informed Elizabeth that he was being told to show him the sights, including taking him a basketball game on their dime. Elizabeth was clearly bummed out that their Christmas plans at home had been spoiled, but ever the supportive wife, she understood. Ryan hated that this was the cost, him spoiling his own Christmas day with his wife in order to meet up with that evil bitch, but this was part of the sacrifice he had to make to save their marriage.

Christmas was a muted affair, quiet and humble and lovely as always. He found himself holding back on giving her the big gift, the vacation trip to Bali, hoping to reveal that once things were a little more settled. It felt wrong to promise his wife a trip if their marriage was about to be blown apart. She didn't seem to think she'd missed out on anything, as she was never one to ask for big, pricy gifts, preferring things more personal and thoughtful. She was usually very good at getting him nice gifts, and this year was no different. He was happy with his gift haul, but his mind being elsewhere took some of the fun out of it. After spending their morning exchanging those gifts and after she made them a nice lunch, he started readying himself to head out for the late afternoon game. Dressing well even as he adorned himself comfortably for the game, in a nice pair of jeans and a flattering team t-shirt, he looked really nice, enough to make Elizabeth smile at her handsome husband. He felt intense guilt over what he was really doing, but he hid it well, not giving his wife any sign of the turmoil within.

Stacy had asked him to meet up at the office, at the same place they first met. Pulling into the parking structure, he saw her standing next to her car, waiting for him. Naturally, she looked incredible, dressed in some nice, tight black pants, a Warriors t-shirt that was cut in such a way as to give a hint of her incredible cleavage while also showing off a decent amount of her bare midriff. Her lithe arms were also mostly exposed in the short-sleeved top as well. On her face, she wore a confident smirk and a pair of sunglasses perched at the end of her nose, watching him approach nervously. His feelings were still frosty, seeing this gorgeous creature who had caused such turmoil in his life. That being said, he couldn't ignore how sexy she was, but he was holding true enough to keep his desires in check. As he got closer, she spoke up.

"I'll drive..." she announced firmly, the idea of riding in that car very appealing to the married man.

Almost immediately, Ryan's defenses began to melt. Being in her intoxicating presence was one thing, feeling the intense sexual waves cascading off of her. She even smelled amazing, her pheromones already wearing him down. But the car was what got him to open up. He'd never ridden in a car like this, and he couldn't deny the excitement he felt in riding in such an amazing vehicle. And she was the perfect shepherd, driving this car fast but with confidence, never once putting him on edge, the car handling like a dream in her steady hands. As strange as it was, watching her drive this amazing car so smoothly was intensely sexy. He couldn't help but marvel at the car, her driving, all of it, and he found himself slowly opening up to her, talking about it as they drove.

They pulled up in a special parking section behind the arena, where VIP guests got to park. He followed her lead, as he'd never experienced the life of luxury, walking through different parts of the arena, even walking past some of the players as they made their way along the route up to their VIP box seats. Ryan was experiencing this all with wide eyes. He'd lived his entire life on the simpler side, in the cheap seats, but now he was experiencing the other side. Behind the proverbial curtain, on the other side of the velvet ropes. His normal life was always so humble and quiet and unexciting. In a matter of an hour or so, Stacy was already showing him so many new and exciting things.

And they were just getting started.

Stacy took the chance to hook her arm in his and pull herself close to him as she guided him through the arena, a gesture that felt damn near romantic, as if they were a couple. But he knew her better, enough to know her mind didn't work that way. She wasn't the romance type, at least not in the traditional sense. No, this was her staking her claim in him, letting the world see them together, this slut with a married man. Not only was she doing this in full view of the world, but she was doing it to get to him. To let her intentions be known. He gave her a stern glare as she did this, but she only looked up at him knowingly with a grin, clearly unaffected by his annoyance. She only released him when they took their seats, looking down at the court from on high, surrounded by luxury in this nice little room to themselves. Ordering some nice food and booze, they began to cut loose and relax as the game got going.

Ryan again marveled at how easy it was for him to talk with her. Driven by this common interest, he found their conversations flowed smoothly, rat-a-tat-tat, never a dull moment. Some, itty-bitty sexist part of him still couldn't believe that a woman as stunning as her could be this big of a superfan of basketball. if there was any doubt about her bona fides, it became clear she knew her shit, referencing some deep-cut stuff that let him know she'd been in the fan trenches as long as he had.

It was never this easy with Elizabeth. A lot of it was him trying to explain the ins and outs of the game, and her never getting it. She clearly wasn't that interested, but she tried. Stacy... she was interested. Very much so. She was proving herself to be a far more fun seatmate than his wife ever was.

As the game went on, she introduced him to a few notable names, some people that worked for the team, some other VIPs, etc. It was all just so fun for him. Distressingly so. He shouldn't be enjoying this so much. He shouldn't be feeling so weightless, so free of all the guilt that should be weighing him down. For a blessed few hours, all those concerns were gone. Forgotten. And the woman who'd caused all that turmoil was the woman giving him this moment of bliss. In a few quiet moments, he did try to bring up the topic at hand, her protecting their secret tryst from getting out, but she kept demurring, telling him they'd talk about it later. He didn't push it, and he would often forget about it in the excitement of things. The only thing he did glean was that her texts about accidentally slipping and letting loose some jokes about that night were all bullshit, which was seemingly good news, but she was clearly teasing him with the idea that she could drop the hammer at any time.

The game was very exciting, high-scoring and back and forth. In the high moments, they were both loud and cheering, riding the excitement, living in the moment. Elizabeth was never this unleashed, never this excited about anything. And Ryan could never be this enthusiastic as he always had to keep his wife up to speed with what was happening. Now... he didn't have to hold back. He didn't have to slow down. He could be himself.

In a quiet moment, he found himself staring at Stacy as she watched the game. She was indescribably sexy. Her golden tanned skin was glowing with the slightest bit of exertion from all the excitement. Her breasts had become more revealed as the game went on, the top parting a little more, exposing the succulent canyon of cleavage between them. As she leaned forward to watch the game, her top would pull up along her back, showcasing the obscene whale-tail formed by her black thong rising from beneath her tight black pants and rising over her hips. What a fucking slut she was...

God, he loved her.

In that moment, it hit him like ton of bricks. He knew exactly how evil she was, her capacity for true cruelty, specifically towards his wife. She was shameless about her bad behavior, her promiscuity, all of it. And yet... he was OBSESSED with her. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt more excitement being in her mere presence than Lizzy had ever provided him. He felt like he could be himself around Stacy, be excited about things. And on top of that, he could experience things he never allowed himself to. And he could only do it with Stacy.

He hated her, but he had felt that intense magnetic pull towards her and her hot body all day. He tried to reject it, but he couldn't deny her. He couldn't deny the feeling. He couldn't deny the memories. He couldn't deny her body. He couldn't deny her. He still hated her, but an even larger part of him wanted to spend every waking moment with her. The line between love and hate was paper thin, and it was all manifesting as raw, undiluted passion towards this evil slut. All-consuming, electrifying passion.

By the time the kiss-cam showed Ryan and Stacy on the jumbotron, Ryan couldn't hope to stop their mouths colliding again in a fiery kiss, to the approval of the crowd.

By the fourth quarter, they didn't need the excuse of the kiss-cam to be seen making out wildly in their private box. And this time, Ryan's hand was under the busty slut's top.

And by the time they were driving away from the game, Ryan didn't even bother asking why they weren't heading back to the office. They both knew where this night was going. They'd both known from the start.

They were going back to Stacy's big fancy house to have raunchy porn star sex.

Ryan told his wife that it was going to be a late night, but he didn't say how late he'd be. And after spending hours in Stacy's bed, fucking her brains out with no restraints, pumping her full of his married cum, making her scream again and again and again... he didn't want to leave. Part of him wanted to let it all go and stay there forever. Stay in her massive, fancy house, live a life of wealth and excess, spending every day pleasuring this evil slut and experiencing the insane highs of lust only she could provide him. But again, he could never do that. He could never cut his wife out of the picture like that, despite parts of him really wanting to. He didn't have the heart to be so cruel to Lizzy. Not like Stacy was. And God, was she cruel... so deliciously cruel.

He knew it was wrong. And fucked up. And insane. But he couldn't say no to this evil bitch. She was one of the worst people he'd ever met, and he was enraptured with her. The guy who'd fashioned himself a peacemaker had given up all pretense and finally surrendered to evil. Surrendered to this wicked slut and her hotter than hot body. No matter how cruel she was. No matter what wicked plans she'd unleash upon his wife, of which there were many. He didn't care. He didn't have the strength to. Not anymore. Stacy... she was too powerful. Too sexy. Too hot to deny.

She gave him no assurances that she'd protect their secret affair. If anything, she went over all the wicked ways she could break the news to his wife and demolish her. And through it all, Ryan never stopped pleasuring her, giving her exactly what she wanted.

It was past midnight by the time he left her place. They'd showered together, which started off in an almost intimate manner, their naked, slippery skin pressed against each other as they made out under the water. And with the warm water cascading down their naked forms as she pressed herself into him from behind, her massive tits ballooning outwards against his back, her lips were on his neck as her hand teasingly stroked his throbbing pole. And it quickly transformed into one last illicit fuck session, her giant tanned tits pressed into the glass as he drilled her roughly from behind, ending it by pumping one last massive wad of cum deep inside her.

After getting a ride-share to his car, he drove home in silence. His thoughts were clear. Even as he headed back to his wife, he knew that the explosion he'd sought to diffuse was still poised to blow. He'd only succeeded in shortening the wick, leaving the explosion on track, even though he could have fought harder to stop it. His thoughts were clear because it was done. It was over. There was nothing he could do. From the moment he'd first surrendered to Stacy, it was done. He'd told himself he'd figure it out after the fact, but in allowing himself to succumb, the decision was made. All he could do was wait for the inevitable detonation.