The Cost of Silence

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and my seed spilled out of her mouth. She swallowed hard, licking her lips as she tried to catch it. I kneeled in front of her, wiped her chin, and smiled at her. "Good girl," I said.

She smiled, and I gently wiped her face with a towel. She looked so adorable, her face stained with my come, her lips puffy, and her eyes a little dazed from all the sucking.

"You know you are fucking fantastic at sucking cock, right?" I said, kissing her.

She blushed and smiled at me. "Your cock is too fucking amazing," she grinned. It was the first time she'd used harsh language so forcefully. Her passion was running high. She was becoming mine.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie, because tonight I'm going to fuck you senseless with it."

I stood before her. "Clean me up," I said.

She never flinched, kneeling up and taking my cock back in her mouth.

She licked my cock, sucking off the mixture of her saliva and my come from my cock and my balls. Soon it was clean, and she sat back on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Good girl," I said.

*****

I settled into the worn leather of the barstool, the dim lights of the bar casting long shadows across the polished surface. I flagged down the bartender and ordered a couple of cold ones—one for me, and the other for Andy, who swaggered through the door looking like he'd just won the lottery.

As he approached, I couldn't help but rib him a little. "Who's been sucking your pecker, Andy?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock curiosity. "I'm guessing that big smile isn't just for me."

He slid onto the stool next to me, still wearing that grin. "You'd definitely be right about that, asshole" Andy laughed, though it was laced with sarcasm. "I closed a big deal this afternoon. I have been working on it for a few weeks."

"Congratulations, then," I said, raising my beer in a toast. Our bottles clinked together in a hollow cheer. His friendliness and banter told me he had no idea anything had happened with Sarah, and he was confident it never would.

"So, you said we should talk before I got home. What's on your mind?" Andy asked, his expression sobering as he took a swig of his beer. "Hopefully, you're going to accept the cash and leave my wife alone."

I couldn't help but snap at him, my patience wearing thin. "Look, pencil dick," I retorted sharply, "you fucking owe me, and I've made that pretty clear. Eight fucking years in the slammer, and I let you live a perfect little life out here. I could have taken you and Trey down with me, but I didn't. So stop getting your panties in a twist about me fucking your wife. It's just sex. Nobody is going to die. But if you'd prefer to take a stint inside, I'll leave her be and give Detective Colgan a call. I'm sure he'd love to hear from me."

I let the words sit there for a moment.

"One way or another," I continued, "we're balancing the books. So stop fucking whining. She's your pretty wife now, and she will still be your pretty wife in a week. Don't hold anything against her. This is your doing."

Andy's gaze turned icy, but I just laughed it off.

"I'm going to have sex with Sarah tonight," I declared, watching his reaction closely.

"What? While I'm there?" Andy chuckled in disbelief.

"Yep, I mean... you can leave if you want, but you're going to set it up," I insisted.

"And just how the fuck am I supposed to do that?" he scoffed, his voice tinged with skepticism.

"We're going to play cards tonight. You used to love a game, right?" I reminded him, steering the conversation.

"Yeah..." he said, his voice trailing off pensively.

"Good, well, tonight I'm going to win and win well. We can string it out to look genuine, but at the key game, you'll be desperate to win your money back. You'll be so confident you're going to win, but won't have enough to stake the bet. I'll offer to let you call me, but you'll be betting 24 hours with Sarah."

"She'll refuse," Andy said, a mocking edge to his voice.

"No, she won't," I said confidently, a grin spreading across my face.

"What if she does?" he pressed, looking for an out.

"Then the bet is off. I'm not a rapist, Andy. I'm not going to take her by force... But she'll do it because she's honorable, and you're the dick that made the bet," I explained, leaning back in my seat.

I could see the gears turning in Andy's head as he mulled over the proposition.

"You're saying that if Sarah doesn't want to honor the bet, you'll walk away from it?" he finally asked, looking for confirmation.

"Yep," I nodded. "It'll be the lady's choice. But if she chooses to honor the bet, you better accept it, or I will destroy you. Before you go to prison, you'll spend some time in hospital."

Andy hesitated, his eyes darting between the beer and me. After a few extra moments of thought, he agreed. "All right, I'll play along because I know Sarah will not do it."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and brought up the last photo. A side-on shot of Sarah with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

"Still think she won't?"

Andy's face flashed red with anger. "Fuck you, Mike."

"Yeah... she will," I chuckled. "Also, pencil dick," I added, my voice hardening, "You had better not take it out on Sarah after this. Are we clear?"

Andy nodded, the strain between us growing.

"Good. You have a good woman there. Don't fuck things up over a bit of harmless sex. Are you going to handle this, Andy?"

He just stared coldly at me. I knew that in his head, he was stabbing me repeatedly with a 9" blade.

"Huh?" I leaned closer, holding his stare.

"Yeah, I'll handle it."

"Good. You're going to be your usual cheery self tonight. Let's go."

We both now knew I was going to fuck his wife, and now the stage was set for a high-stakes poker game that would test more than just our poker faces.

*****

As I approached the door of Andy and Sarah's place, the familiar scent of summer grills and freshly cut grass filled my nostrils. "Look what the cat dragged in?" I called out playfully, announcing our arrival.

Andy forced a chuckle beside me, his hands buried in his pockets as he surveyed his home turf. I expected he was still holding on to the faintest hope that I wouldn't follow through with my plan, but now I've had a couple of bites of the delectable woman he calls his wife, there was no way I was stopping.

Sarah's voice floated from the kitchen, a hint of amusement in her tone. "And what a catch it is," she replied, her words nearly lost to the clatter of dishes and sizzle of something cooking. I followed Andy's lead through the living room, the air conditioning battling valiantly against the oppressive summer heat that lingered even as the clock neared 7:15 pm.

Stepping out onto the back patio, I found a spot at the outdoor table, the hot metal burning through my shorts until I adjusted uncomfortably. Andy joined me, and we both settled into the evening's rhythm, the sun setting below a rising moon.

Sarah emerged a moment later, the sliding door slamming behind her as she kicked it closed. My gaze couldn't help but linger; she was clad in a very skimpy white bikini that left little to the imagination, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat or sun cream, I couldn't tell which. She carried a tray with a practiced ease, setting down a bowl of chicken salad before us along with a couple of frosty beers.

Andy's face was a picture of shock as he watched his nearly naked wife serving us. It was a tantalizing sight as her tits bounced and swayed in the skimpy bikini. I doubt Sarah had ever worn so little in front of another man.

"Thanks, Sarah," I said, flashing her a grin as I took a long drink, the cold liquid a balm to the heat that flushed my skin.

We dug into the food, and between mouthfuls, I asked, "You guys keep in touch with anyone else from high school?"

Sarah wiped her mouth with a napkin, then leaned back in her chair. "Just a few girlfriends," she said. "And Belle, Trey's wife. Do you remember them?" she said without stopping. "She's doing well—still as pretty as ever."

I nodded, my mind only half on the conversation as I watched her. After we'd eaten and the beers started to kick in, Sarah stood up, stretching languidly. "I'm going into the pool to cool down," she announced, and without waiting for a response, she sauntered off to the water.

Andy and I exchanged a look before we followed, shedding our shirts as we went. The pool was a welcome relief, and we quickly devised a game, tossing a ball back and forth with Sarah in the middle, trying to intercept.

The innocent game soon took a heated turn. Every time Sarah leaped and dipped, her scant bikini top waged a losing war against her voluptuously heavy tits, sending waves of desire coursing through me. From Andy's awkward expression, it was clear he wasn't enjoying the show as much as I was - not surprising considering we were ogling his wife.

But when it was my turn in the middle, I couldn't resist anymore. I moved with predatory speed, pretending to dive for the ball, but instead, I enveloped Sarah in my arms from behind. A delighted squeal escaped from her as my hands found their way around her luscious tits, pressing my rigid cock against the sumptuous curves of her ass. "I'm claiming you for 24 hours later," I whispered into her ear while massaging her tits sensually.

I felt the tension spike as Andy's voice cut through the laughter. "What the fuck, Mike? That's my wife, man!"

Either his acting was on point, or he risked breaking our agreement. I scowled at him. A look that told him in no uncertain terms that he was to back away.

Sarah quickly defused the situation, laughing it off. "Behave Mike," she slapped my hands away. "He's just messing, Andy. No harm done," she said, her eyes meeting mine for a fleeting second. I mumbled an apology, though the thrill of the moment lingered.

I climbed from the pool and heard a heated discussion behind me. Andy was walking on thin ice if he was going to try to prevent me from fucking Sarah, although frankly, I think that's now a foregone conclusion.

As the evening wore on, we found ourselves back at the table, the Jack Daniels now joining the mix. I suggested a game of cards, and although Andy hesitated, he eventually agreed. I couldn't help but win; it was all part of the seductive strategy Sarah and I had concocted earlier and, unbeknownst to Sarah, I had shared with Andy. It seemed like each one of us was aware of the dance we were partaking in and what the climax would be, yet Andy and Sarah continued their charade, playing their roles with sensual precision.

Sarah's entrances and exits to and from the pool were becoming a visual feast. Her pristine white bikini clung to her curves more explicitly with each dip, craving attention. When Andy's funds ran low, I reached to collect the winnings, but he defiantly raised his hand. "I don't want the hand to end," he said. "Help me stay in. What can I use as collateral?"

I shook my head and sighed. "I don't know, Andy. I've no fixed abode, so material possessions aren't much use."

"What about my golf clubs? They're worth three grand," he pleaded convincingly.

The guy could always turn to the stage if everything goes to shit for him.

"Do I look like someone that plays golf?" I laughed. "Nah, let me think. What would I want right now?" I tapped my chin.

I threw out a daring bet. "Sarah waits on me for the rest of the evening but loses the bikini."

"I'll do what?" she scowled.

Andy's eyes were a mix of anger and excitement, but he took the bet. "Don't worry, honey. I've got this," he said, trying to reassure her the bikini would be staying on.

"Let's see it," I said to Andy. His hand was strong. A full house with King's over 5's. "Not bad," I said, "but not good enough." I placed down four 6's. "Four of a kind beats a full house, I'm afraid."

"Sorry, babe," I winked at Sarah, who stood next to us.

Sarah played her part perfectly, feigning anger at Andy, before slowly stripping off her bikini, her movements deliberate and teasing. "Are you happy now, you idiot?" she spat at Andy, who could only gape in response.

This was the third time in as many days I'd seen Sarah completely naked, and still, she took my breath away. Fuck, that body was incredible.

I couldn't suppress my laughter. "We'll have another Jack Daniels, please, waitress, if you don't mind," I quipped, relishing the moment.

As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed, the strain between Andy and me grew. It was a delicate dance, pushing boundaries while keeping the game alive.

Still, the heat of the evening was oppressive. "Let's take a five-minute break. I need to cool down in the pool."

I walked down to the pool and decided to kick my shorts off. I didn't miss the flash of excitement in Sarah's eyes as she watched me reveal myself again. Sarah and Andy joined me in the pool. Andy kept his shorts on and skulked around the edge of the pool.

We all dried off, and the card game continued, with me letting Andy win just enough to keep him hopeful, all while Sarah played the part of the reluctant participant. Sarah sat beside Andy. If this were a real game, I'd never be able to concentrate looking at that body all evening. My cock was rock hard, and I made no attempts to hide it. I couldn't help noticing both Sarah and Andy stealing glances every so often but with differing expressions.

"I'm ready for another Jack, please waitress. How about you, Andy? Do you want my waitress to get you one too?"

Andy scowled and nodded.

When Sarah returned, and the drinks were served, I pulled Sarah down onto my lap. Andy shot me a filthy look. Sarah let out a small squeal. "She's my waitress for the evening, I believe," I snarled at Andy.

He didn't respond. Sarah's knees were outside mine. I opened my legs, pushing hers open too, and placed one hand on her tummy below her tits, while nonchalantly examining my cards. I could feel the weight of her tit on the back of my hand. I was daring Andy to say something.

Each hand I slapped down felt like a knife twisting in Andy's gut, taking his money with each merciless play. The final hand had arrived, the one that would decide everything. A life-changing moment for him, a night fucking his wife for me.

I went all in, pushing my entire stack of money to the center of the table. My eyes locked onto his, daring him to make a move.

"Fold or bet big," I taunted as Sarah squirmed on my lap, eagerly anticipating the outcome.

But Andy hesitated, his eyes flickering between his cards and mine. I kicked his leg under the table and gave him a slow shake of my head.

"What's it gonna be?" I demanded.

His response was a desperate plea to owe me the money. But this wasn't a friendly game of Monopoly at Thanksgiving. There were no second chances, no banker to bail him out.

I leaned in close, my voice low and vicious. "What are you willing to put up as collateral for your debts? What can possibly match the stakes here?"

My gaze bore into his, daring him to back down. It was time for Andy to put up or shut up.

His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a fierce determination. "What is it that you want?" he demanded.

I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his acting. "Oh, I know exactly what I want. But you'd have to be a fool to agree to it."

A challenge glinted in his gaze, and he beckoned for me to continue.

"Fine," I said, my voice dripping with venom. "I want twenty-four hours alone with Sarah."

His response was instant and harsh. "No fucking way," he spat.

For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if he was just putting on an act to save face with his precious wife or if I would truly have a problem with him.

"You must not be very confident in your cards if you're so afraid of losing her," I taunted, relishing the anger rising in him.

"I'm plenty confident," he sneered, meeting my icy stare head-on. "But we both know Sarah would never willingly go along with this."

His act was polished, but after showing him the photo in the bar, I think all three of us knew Sarah was willing.

"Well, maybe we'll ask Sarah here."

The whole situation was turning me on like fuck. My cock was like a flag pole, sticking up between her open legs and pressed right against her pussy. I could feel her wetness running down my cock. She was as turned on as me.

"You don't need to ask Sarah," he spat.

I cupped one of Sarah's magnificent tits and squeezed gently. Andy watched.

"So, are we game for the bet?" I queried nonchalantly.

"Alright," he conceded with a curt nod.

His cards revealed four 4's. "Impressive," I complimented him, my voice soaked with faux admiration. In response, I laid out my hand; a straight flush. A smirk tugged at my lips as I declared, "Looks like you're bunking in the spare room." A ripple of laughter escaped my throat. Sarah lowered her gaze, avoiding the accusing stare from her husband.

"Lock up," I said with a wink as I carried Sarah inside and headed up to their bedroom.

*****

"Stop, Mike. Let me talk to him," Sarah whispered.

I shook my head and headed up the stairs with her in my arms.

"Mike!" she implored, her words a tantalizing demand against the shell of my ear. "I promise you, I will come to you shortly. But now I need to do this."

"Fine," I conceded, my voice a low rumble filled with frustration. "But there's going to be hell to pay if you're not back in five minutes."

Her lips found mine, a soft kiss that echoed promises of passion left unfulfilled. A sweet "thank you" was murmured against them.

"Just wait for me a while," she said, her voice a tantalizing teaser. "Wait in your room, not ours, Mike. I'll join you after I've spoken with him."

Lying on the soft sheets of my bed, anticipation curling through me like a coiled snake, I waited for what felt like hours before Sarah finally returned. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt. Her cheeks were wet with tears that glittered in the dim light. Damn it, I regretted ever letting her return to him.

She padded across the room and joined me on the bed. Her hair was tousled, and her eyes were red from crying.

"He told me everything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Everything?" I scoffed. "He told you that he and Trey drove off and left me for dead? He told you that I was sentenced to fifteen years and never once turned them in to rot with me? He told you that he and Trey kept the money?"

Her nod was all the confirmation I needed.

"Wow," I mused. "What did you tell him?"

She knew exactly what I meant. "Everything," she replied, her voice filled with guilt.

"How did he take it?" I asked.

"Not well, but better than I thought he would. He said now we both have something to feel guilty about."

Fuck, I was actually starting to feel bad. I would have preferred him to explode and start fighting. I know how to deal with that.

"Thank you for protecting him, Mike," she said softly, placing a hand on mine. "Andy isn't as strong as you. He wouldn't be able to handle prison."

"So what now?" I asked.

"We have a debt to pay," she said firmly.

"Ah, forget the cards," I sighed.

"Not that debt. We both owe you for what you did eight years ago. If I give myself to you for twenty-four hours, will you promise not to speak a word of Andy's involvement... forever?"

I was pondering the deal when I heard a car pull up outside, followed by the sound of the front door closing. Andy had clearly left.

I nodded at Sarah.

A smile broke out across her face. "In that case, what happens now is whatever you want. You have me until 10:32pm tomorrow night," she said coyly.

"You mean you'll do anything I want?" I asked with a sly grin.

"I think you already know the answer to that," she replied, her voice dripping with sensuality.