Getting What I Want

I chuckled as I rolled up my sleeve and showed her my "Devil Dog" tattoo on my shoulder., "Marines are assholes at times"

She laid back down and covered herself with the sheet, "Yes, they are. Brave, sexy, tempting, but assholes!"

I began to massage her right hip, pushing the sheet a bit more to the side with each stroke and rub. I rubbed across the butt towards the spine, then moved to the other side and rubbed from butt crack to hip. Then I did the same to her left side. I would allow my hand to linger a bit at her crack, and if I wasn't mistaken I felt a couple of groans and detected a bit of a pushing of her hips into my hand.

Finally, I had her roll over as I moved the ballast under her knees. I worked on her shoulders, and her arms, the front of her legs and her thighs. I enjoyed her subconsciously opening her legs as my hands moved up the inside of her thighs.

Eventually I moved to her pelvis. "Erin, this is going to be a bit intimate, but if your hip is bothering you. If it's too personal, just stop me, okay?"

She nodded slightly as I worked across her hip to her pubic bone, just feeling the well trimmed "landing strip" with the side of my hand. I massaged her belly and both of her hips, never touching anything inappropriate, but coming close enough that her body was beginning to respond.

"A couple of last things my dear and we will be done." We had been working for two hours and I was sweating. I moved up to her neck, and told her, "I need to remove my shirt for this one if that is okay." Again she nodded as I removed my shirt.

I put oil on my palms and forearms and slid my hands under her shoulders, along her spine and down as far as I could reach, I gently pulled upward, elongating her spine and gently pulling her neck. She naturally arched her back and I was greeted by two of the most amazing breasts I had ever seen that weren't airbrushed.

She sighed, "God, that feels so good." The room was warm and I'm not sure she was fully aware of how exposed she was. I repeated this a couple of more times, the last time I moved so my now fully engorged cock pressed against the top of her head as she arched backward. She gasped as my hands slid out from under her shoulders.

I smiled at her as she smiled up at me. My cock was bursting in my pants and the smell of her lust was evident in the room. Erin sat up on the table and looked at me, then down at my erection then back up to my eyes. She bit her lip and I just watched her. I decided to let her watch. I began to slide my hands to my hips to take down my pants to see if I could help convince her when the front door slammed shut and a slightly intoxicated Mark came screaming down the hall.

"Well, this is going to get interesting," I thought. So much for Hook Line and Sinker Phase 5

PHASE 6

"Keep your fucking hands off of my wife!" Mark was red with rage as he walked through the bedroom door. Seeing my obvious arousal, and his wife sitting on the massage table with a sheet barely covering her breasts didn't help calm him down in the least.

He walked straight at me, I prepared myself for a fight, but there were no punches, just a long string of expletives and drunken nonsense. Erin tried to calm him down, she reached out and touched his shoulder. Mark's adrenaline was through the roof. He doubled up his fist and turned to swing thinking he was in danger. Fortunately, I was a step quicker and trained. I caught his arm mid swing in the notch of my elbow twisted my hip into his hip pulled him to the ground.

"Enough!" I growled as I twisted my body to pin him to the ground. "Don't ever let me even catch a hint of you raising your hand at a woman in anger again son, or a domestic violence charge will be the least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?"

He didn't respond, as I intended so I slid my hand down to his and applied a little bit of pressure to his wrist, bending it at an awkward angle . "I asked a simple question, Mark. Am I clear?"

As I bent his wrist a bit more he screamed, "Fuck, yes, you are clear, now let me go!" I held his wrist but relieved the pressure as I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I walked him (he was somewhat cooperative) to the chair in the corner of the room. "Now, sit your ass down, and do not think of moving while we talk this out." His face was burgundy, veins pulsing at his temple, sweat beaded on his forehead as I pushed him down in the chair. "If you think of getting out of that chair, you will get hurt. Do you understand?"

He nodded slowly as Erin finally spoke, "What the fuck was that little show all about Mark? You gave me the fucking massage as a gift, then you bust in thinking I was going to fuck him? Have you lost your fucking mind?" She was on a roll. "Hell, if you think that about me, maybe I should Mark, maybe I should just fuck him right now. Is that what you think of me? A common whore that would fuck a good looking guy as a tip for a good massage."

Mark was at a loss, "Erin, baby, it wasn't like that."

Erin was furious, "Don't you fucking baby me. What the FUCK is this all about?"

"Mark, do you want to tell her or should I?"

Erin spun on me, "Tell me WHAT?"

I pulled out my phone and played Mark's confession.

She turned to her husband, "Again with the drinking and driving Mark? Who did you hit tonight? How does this have anything to do with him fucking me."

Mark whispered, "It was a bet?"

Erin stood over him, her hands on her hips, the sheet had fallen to the ground and she didn't care that she stood naked in the room. "A what? A fucking bet? So, now I'm not only a whore, but a fucking poker chip?"

I spun Erin around and looked her in the eyes. "Yes, dear, you were a bet. I bet him that within 6 hours I would have you in bed. If I got you in bed he lost, he owed me for the damage to my truck, just over $3700 and I got to bed the hottest woman in town. If you resisted me, then he didn't owe me anything for the truck. This was in exchange for not going to the cops for DUI. But seeing what I saw here tonight, his threat of domestic violence, his continued recklessness about driving while impaired then I think the cops are the best option. I'll just pack my stuff up, y'all have a great night, I'm sure Sgt. Williams from the precinct will be stopping by in the morning."

At that Mark jumped up. "You can't do that, we had a deal!"

Erin spun on Mark, her breasts jiggling nicely as she turned. She poked her finger in his chest, "Sit down and shut up."

She turned to me, much calmer. "Patrick, you know you can't do that. There has to be a limitation on DUI, don't bullshit me."

I smiled, "You're good princess, you are right. The police won't get him for DUI this time. But Emily will collect my $3700 and she will surely share his confession with your insurance agent so your insurance rates will skyrocket, and I will share the info with Sgt. Williams who is a good friend and golf buddy. Given Marks track record and license plate reading technology, everywhere he goes a cop will know that he has a propensity to be reckless. Sooner or later a rolling stop, wheels on the yellow line, 27 in a 25 and he will get pulled over and given a ticket. Sooner or later he will drink and drive again and this time a cop will be waiting. So, either you can drop to your knees and convince me to delete the video, or I can pack up and we will see where this journey ends. Yes, dear, you were right, some Marines can be assholes."

She looked at Mark, "We don't have that kind of money, we can't afford higher insurance rates, we can't fucking afford the fact that you are a fucking boy and refuse to grow up."

She turned back and looked at me. I wasn't sure if she was going to fuck me or slap me.

I thought to myself, "This isn't hook line and sinker, but will she nibble?" PHASE 6

PHASE 7 Things were taking an interesting turn and I was beginning to realize that this situation was getting out of control. Erin's eyes burned with rage as she poked a finger in my chest, "You are an asshole and there is no way you are fucking me."

Then she spun on Mark, "But you thought you could whore me out to pay off your fucking stupidity? Sit on your ass and enjoy the show, asshole."

She spun back to me and shoved me roughly onto the bed, "You are not going to fuck me, but I am going to fuck the hell out of you, just so this asshole has to suffer being the cuckold bitch." She turned her head to face him, "Because make no mistake about it, you are now my bitch. You will get into treatment, you will not drink and drive, and those asshole friends of yours that encourage this bullshit behavior are done. No more, not fucking ever. If I ever see them or hear of them, if I EVER so much as smell beer on your breath I will divorce you so fast it will make your head swim. Now, sit your ass down in that chair and do not fucking move a muscle..Yes, boy, I've seen your browsing history, the idea of your wife fucking someone else is such a turn on, well we will see what that reality looks like."

As she turned back to me, she pulled my pants down, exposing my quickly deflating cock. "What, don't like being the one used instead of using? Typical asshole?" But with that her mouth closed over my cock as Mark screamed "Noooooo" My hands went to her head instinctively. She pulled off of my cock and growled. "Mark, shut up! This is what you wanted, remember, now shut the fuck up." She looked up at me, "Don't you fucking touch me, this has nothing to do about you. You use women like a hole to be used?" She wiggled my cock around, "This is nothing but a flesh dildo tonight. I am going to use it, fuck it for my pleasure, and if you cum to soon, I will find some way to expose you for what you are."

WIth that, she returned to the magic she was working between my legs. Her lips, her hands, her tongue, her teeth. I admit, I'm a bit of a cad, using others to get what I want, but I had never had sex with someone in front of their spouse. I was a bit distracted and was slower to respond. I guess I was used to being in control. However, this girl was untamed magic. She was in complete control, taking me deep enough to let out that little gag, then working on the tip, her hands moving in conjunction with her mouth.

Mark was whimpering in the corner, every minute or so she would stop and tell ask him if he liked his fantasy played out. I was ready for him to attack me or her, but he just sat and watched.

I put my hands behind my head, because I really wanted to reach out and wrap my hands in that red hair. After a few minutes I was rock hard again, she stopped and looked up at me, "Impressive, but remember you are MY bitch tonight, I will use you how I want, when I want. You do NOTHING without permission. NOTHING." With those words her finger slid up my ass and massaged my prostate, that had only ever been done to me by a doctor and I hated it. But with Erin I thought I was going to explode. She pulled her finger out and wrapped her hand at the base of my cock and gave a hard squeeze. "Do not even THINK of cumming, I'm just getting started."

Erin called out to her husband, "Get over here and watch. Your wife's pussy is about to sink down on this hard cock. He is going to fill me, and look Mark, he's thicker than you, he's going to stretch me. I bet he even touches that spot that you can only reach with your fingers, you know that spot up against my cervix that makes me just cum over and over. That space your cock can't quite reach."

She straddled me as Mark moved and she sunk down. So hot, so wet. She sunk in one thrust and buried me in her. She didn't move, just found different angles. She sat straight up and moved in small circles, she leaned forward and ground her clit against my pelvis, she laid down so that I had a bend in my cock as it stayed inside her, she leaned so her tits were dangling in my face, as my head reached up to grab a nipple she reminded me that this had NOTHING to do with me.

Mark groaned, I groaned, and finally she started moving, long and deep strokes. She raised herself off of me slowly and then let her body fall, over and over. She would change to use just short strokes and then ride like a wild woman. She kept me on the verge of an orgasm, but never let me cum. Poor Mark was made to count her orgasms as she rode my cock like exactly as she said, as a fleshy dildo. She rode what seemed like forever, I was sweating, she was sweating, Mark was just a whimpering mess as he asked, "Was that an orgasm?"

Erin nodded as he said, "Nine", his voice broke as if he was about to cry.

Finally she stopped, put her hands on my chest and looked at me. "You've been such a good boy, I am going to give you a reward. I'm going to allow you to fuck me, isn't that what you wanted?"

I could only nod.

"But here are the rules, you will send ME Mark's confession."

Mark shouted, "Make him.."

She turned, "Shut up Mark," then she turned back to me, 'You will send it to me because I will use it if he ever fucks up again to take him for everything he has." "You will also forget that any of this ever happened, from the accident to tonight. If I ever hear my name and yours in the same sentence from Emily, I will make you rue the day you crossed me. You will not cum inside me, you will cum on my back and then Marky boy can lick it all up like a good little bitch. If that works for you then we are good, if not, then get your shit and get the fuck out of my house."

Again, I could only nod. She got off of me with a wonderful plop, all of the fluid dropped on my stomach as she put her hands on the dresser and looked in the mirror, "Well, are you going to fuck me or not."

I stood up, looking at her and at Mark in his chair. I grabbed her hips and plunged into her. It didn't take me very long, I was so ready to burst that I could only fuck her with reckless abandon, shaking the dresser and mirror.

She looked at me in the mirror and taunted me, "Well come on big boy, make me cum, finish it off, it's what you wanted."

I didn't realize I could fuck her harder, but I did - finally she arched her back, and came hard, the change in pressure on my cock made me start to explode. I pulled out and shot all over her back with a loud growl. As I finished and moved away from her she laid on the bed and looked at her husband, "Now, get your bitch ass over here and clean this mess up."

As Mark moved to the bed Erin looked at me, "Thanks for the massage and the cock, now get the fuck out of my house and my life."

So, who was on the hook? Not quite the ending I expected. - Hope you enjoyed the twist.