Unwanted Reunion

The text message simply said, "Your night of indiscretion 15 years ago is being remembered. You will cooperate with me or the attached picture will be given to your family and employer. Wait for further instructions. Failure to cooperate is not a wise decision." Attached was a picture of me naked and being penetrated by man.

This text caused a flash back to a Friday night during my senior year at Ohio State. I just left the library at about 9:00 PM and was ready to head home. Deciding to reward myself with a beer before leaving campus. The popular bar was Jimmy's. It was known for good beer, "fast I.D checks" and good prices. The place was crowded so I ended up at a small table near the restrooms. Not my first choice of a prime location. After a few minutes a graduate instructor, Jason, I had met in a psychology class asked to join me. We talked for a while and I had to go to the restroom. Jason said he would wait for me.

When I returned Jason had ordered a fresh beer for both of us and we continued to talk. Jason had a theory that all adults were in fact bisexual and if the opportunity arose they would have sex with the same of opposite sex. I disagreed.

Jason asked, "Are you attracted sexually to girls or men?"

I immediately said, "Girls of course."

Jason followed up, "Ok, have you ever had sex with men or fantasized about it?

My response, "No, of course not."

At that point I started feel warm and a bit dizzy. The conversation was beginning to get weird and not one I wanted to continue. I started to leave.

"Jason, it's been interesting talking with you, but I have to get home."

As I stood up I became very dizzy and sat back down. I was not well, and my cloths seemed to be rubbing me everywhere.

Jason looked at me. "You don't look good and I don't think you can safely drive. Let me take you to my apartment where you can rest."

I reluctantly agreed. "I only will need a few minutes to rest."

Jason said, "Of course you will feel better in a little while."

At that point Jason helped me to my feet and walked me to his car parked in the rear parking lot. In a few minutes we were at his apartment. He helped me up the steps and into the living room.

"Sit on the couch and I will get you a class of water." As Jason left for the kitchen.

I continued to feel hot and my cloths seemed to be making it worse. I unbuttoned my shirt which seemed to make me feel a little better.

Returning Jason gave me the water. "I'll rub your neck which will help." Within a minute he was rubbing my neck. At the same time my cock became aroused. Not what I wanted but it happened. Jason noticed the bulge in my pants. He clearly knew what he was doing was creating the arousal.

Jason looked at me and said, "You clearly look uncomfortable. I'll make you feel better by losing your tight clothes."

Without further discussion I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. "Now that must feel better." I meekly smiled. That did feel better, but I was still hot.

"Your cock is really straining." Within a few seconds my pants and underwear wear pulled down. Exposing me. I started to object but felt weak and unable to really say no.

With a look of a complete control Jason said, "Let's got all your clothes off and you will feel better beside I have someone you will want to meet."

Within a minute my shoes, socks, pants and underwear were pulled off and thrown into the corner. Next off came my shirt. Naked on the couch the best I could do was protest. Jason didn't listen. I had to admit being naked at that moment felt good but being with a stranger was humiliating.

He continued, "I have someone I want you to meet. Ellen, please bring in our guest."

A clothed woman emerged from the bedroom leading a very attractive naked woman. She was blond, blue eyed 5ft 7in beauty.

Jason continued, "I appreciate both of you volunteering to help me with my graduate thesis. Has already had sex with my partner and now it's time for both of you to have sex. "

With both Jason and Ellen looking on the woman and I were forced to make love and have sex. This lasted for over an hour. We were photographed, and recordings were made as we submitted to being told how we were to perform. Sometime during our hour together, the woman whispered to me, "My name is Amy I don't want to be here so please don't hurt me."

After an hour or so we were told to get up. Ellen stayed with Amy while I was lead into the bedroom. There two big guys were waiting for me.

Jason said, "Now it you turn to demonstrate your interest in men. I will submit to their desires a and wishes."

With that both me began playing with me. Still feeling dizzy and weak I could only protest but did submit to their demands including sucking cocks, being fucked, and being milked. At some point I passed out.

The morning sun came through the window as I awoke with a headache. The woman I met last night was laying naked next to me. Jason came and said, "Good morning"

I was angry and shouted at him to get me out of here. Jason just smiled, "You are free to go, and your cloths are in the living room. You apparently had a very good time last night at my party. By the way just in case you have thoughts of going to the police or anyone else, you might want to look at these pictures."

Polaroid pictures of the woman and I having in various sexual positions with our faces clearly visible stopped me. I realized filing a report with the police would not be wise.

"Oh, by the way, you seemed to really enjoy time in the bedroom." Polaroids of me naked, being penetrated and other homosexual acts clearly meant I would not want to talk to anyone. Over taken with shame and humiliation I knew I was in trouble.

Jason said, "You have nothing to fear. You may keep these pictures as a remembrance of last night. I have much better ones taken on my Nikon. No one will ever see them, and they are only being used and seen by my partner for our research. Go ahead and get dressed and leave."

I got dressed quickly, took the Polaroid pictures and left. The cold morning air helped bring me out of the "mental fog". Once home I burned the pictures and hoped I would never hear from Jason.

That was 15 years ago. That nightmare memory faded into the past as I graduated, got married, established a successful career, and had a family. That night belonged to a college experience that would never affect my life.

The text message brought all the negative memories rushing back. For the next several days there was no further text messages or communication was received. Then a FedEx package arrived at the office marked personal and confidential. Signing the receipt-of-delivery I was afraid as to what it contained. Rather than opening the envelop in the office, I took it to my car. The note attached to a brown legal-size envelope, read, "Hi, read my instructions very carefully. You will meet me in Atlanta in two days. You will need to bring a woman night gown, bra, panties, nylons, and a pair of high heels that will fit you. You will comply with my instructions. Please think carefully before going to the police. Finally, tomorrow you will receive a text message simply reply Yes. At 10:00 AM you have 20 minutes to reply or the enclosed pictures will be sent to your wife, family, employer, and put out on Internet."

The pictures were from 15 years ago. They were much better quality and very disturbing. No one wants their naked body to be shown all over the internet. Additional images of me that I had not previously seen appeared. The last thing I wanted was those pictures to be released. They would ruin me and my family. I didn't want to comply, but the alternative seemed too horrible to consider.

At precisely 10:00 AM the next morning the promised test message arrived. I did not want to respond but the alternative was destruction of my life. Slowly Y--E--S was typed in and sent. I felt terrible. Within a few minutes I received an emoji smiley face and "See you tomorrow"

I told my wife I had to go to Atlanta for a last minute, emergency conference related to a major installation our company was doing for a major client. I packed my bag like normal, kissed her and headed for Dillard's to purchase most of the items I was ordered to bring. The high heels were a problem but success at Shoe Carnival shoe store. They carried size 12 high heels. The choice was limited but black would do. The trip to the airport and within 1 ½ hours I was standing at the car rental waiting for my car. The question I asked myself at that point was, "Now What?"

Lacking any further instructions, I checked into a Marriott Courtyard and hoped I would get a text. I waited for another 6 hours with nothing. At 7:00 PM the text arrived, "Hi, glad you made it to Atlanta. You will proceed to 1300 Nash Rd NW, in Atlanta's Industrial Park, park in the driveway and bring the cloths I requested. You have an hour to arrive. I suggest you use GPS. Don't be late."

Within a few nervous minutes I got into the car, entered the address into my Apple maps and headed toward he destination. I kept wondering what would happen and even worse if I didn't go."

Arriving at the address with 10 minutes to spare, I parked picked up my bag, and left the safety of my car for the unknown.

Within a minute a woman greeted and lead me into the living room. Sitting on the couch was a woman who looked vaguely familiar. She was in her late 30's very attractive and very nervous. The woman who let into the house said, "You remember Amy. She remembers you."

This was not a reunion either one of us had ever wanted. Looking rather sheepishly at her I said, "Hi, it has been a long time." Her response, "Yes, it has, and I had hoped we would never meet again." I shook my head in agreement.

The woman said, "For your purposes my name is Miss Atlanta. You both followed our requests and have arrived on time. Once your participation has been completed, all the pictures and any information about your night 15 years ago will disappear, never to be seen again. All you have to do is follow instructions. Your instructor will be with us shortly."

Angry, frustrated, and afraid Amy and I looked at each other with only fear of what might happen. What will happen and who is blackmailing us? The question would not be answered for another 15 minutes. We sat trying to make small talk to fill the time. Then the front door opened, and our nightmare personality returned. Jason entered the house with a smile.

"it is good to see both of you after so many years. You both look great."

I said, "Enough of this, why are we here and what do you want from us?"

In firm, controlled tone Jason replied, "You are here because I have clients with interests in both of you. Your pasts sparked their interest and you have been selected to meet their requirements." He continued, "James, Amy is in the process of a very contentious divorce. He husband claims she has had an ongoing affair with you since college. He needs pictures to prove it. You will cooperate and be Amy's lover for the next day>

At that point Amy burst into tears, "That rat bastard."

Jason said to her, "Dalton already has pictures of you with James and with Ellen. If you don't cooperate those pictures should be enough to prove you are an unfit mother. I can put them out on the internet and you will have more unwanted people calling you than you can imagine."

"James, you will do what I say to make Amy look like your long-term lover. If not, those pictures will be released as I had promised. Later a couple will join us, and you will both cooperate and do what you are told. The reward will be both all the pictures and I go away forever, and no one will ever see them, and you won't ever hear from me."

So, Amy's husband hired this scum bag to give him more proof of her infidelity to cement his petition of divorce. Why would anyone go to such extremes with today's "no-fault divorce laws.? Asshole.

if she was reading my mind, Amy blurted out, "That bastard doesn't want to give a dime and keep the secrets of his business dealings."

Jason simply smiled. "Let's get going. First both of you strip and put your cloths in the plastic trash bags. Then stand facing each other. Make it quick."

Reluctantly we started to undress. Like that night 15 years ago it was embarrassing but we both started. Miss Atlanta had been standing quietly in the background came forward. While appearing to be charming woman, she was anything but. She said, "He said to strip not take all day." With that she unbuckled my belt, unbutton the pants and down they went along with my underwear. Yanking my shirt over my head I was left with to remove my shoes and pull the rest of my clothes off.

Amy had been slower in responding to the demand. Miss Atlanta showed the same impatience she showed me. "Get those damned cloths off now." With that she yanked her slacks, panties and shoes off. Then as Amy was taking off her blouse, the bitch grabbed it yanked it off. Amy's last item of dignity, her bra was unfastened and pulled from her.

Both standing naked facing each other Jason said, "Now give each other a passionate kiss. Amy grab James cock and start stroking it." This action made her look like a slut.

As we kissed I moved to her neck and whispered, "I am sorry we are here and don't want to hurt you. I would like to shoot that bastard husband of yours."

"Stroke him and get him hard. He needs to be ready to fuck you."

I was having trouble getting excited. Amy was very attractive. She was clearly a mother and had a few extra pounds more than 15 years ago but very attractive. I just could not get into the mood and my cock would not respond.

After a few frustrating minutes, Jason ordered Miss Atlanta, "Stick the dildo up his ass that will get him hard." Obeying his orders, she did, and it did arouse something, and I got hard.

"Now put her on her knees and fuck her from the rear doggy style."

I hesitated but Miss Atlanta forced Amy to her knees and leaned her onto the couch. "Get to it and fuck her we want lots of pictures."

The bitch then hit the back of my legs and I went down. "Fuck her now."

I entered her pussy and attempted to gently have sex but that wasn't good enough. "Action we want action. Amy look like you are enjoying this."

Within a few minutes I exploded inside this very nice woman. She didn't deserve this kind of treatment.

Jason ordered, "Assume the missionary position."

Slow to respond again the Bitch pulled Amy from the couch onto the floor and simply said, "Spread them or I will do it." Slowly she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. I was then forced down and told, "I want passionate love making. Make certain to suck her breasts and give her oral before fucking her again."

In fantasies a person might imagine making passionate love to someone but, especially in a forced situation, it is almost impossible to do it. I struggled to put on a good show, but it wasn't convincing.

"James, you are disappointment me. You are not making love like a secret lover. Unless you improve, your wife will get the pictures I had previously promised and the ones we just took. Now show me some passion and convince me and more importantly her husband, that you are her lover."

The threat motivated me to do the type of love making I reserve for my wife. Amy responded as I sucked her breasts, massaged her body, and then placed my month on her mound. Beginning to moan and breath heavily, I knew she was going to orgasm. At that point my stiff cock found her willing openness and she wrapped her legs around me.

Jason smiled, "You both are doing very well, and you will soon be rid of me forever."

With a scream "Dear god." Amy's body shook, and her legs gripped me with such intensity I almost couldn't breathe.

Lying there together, she whispered, "I am sorry we are doing this, but you released something inside I haven't felt in a long time. Your wife is a very lucky woman."

That filled me with a certain amount of pride but also regret. First, I had done this without my wife and committed adultery. Second, this was such a fine woman who had not been treated well and I was pleased to have made her feel like a woman.

Exhausted, we both laid together on the floor just wanting to sleep. Jason had other plans.

Motioning to the Bitch, "We don't have much time so get them ready for the next series."

In a minute I felt my ass being lubricated and then I heard the Bitch say, "This may hurt for a minute tut you will feel good a few minutes later." With that the butt plug was inserted into me.

"Get up and sit on the couch>" Her strong arms grabbed me, pulling me off the floor and onto the couch.

It was Amy's turn. "Ok, it's time for you to put on what you were told to bring. I will help you so get up and come into the bedroom."

While I sat there Jason said, "You may not remember when I said all adults are bisexual especially if circumstances permit."

I said, "No, I don't remember that crazy idea."

"I will prove it to you over the next few hours. Once we are finished you will be free to leave. None of these things will ever be spoken of by me and those pictures you are so afraid will be released will be destroyed. Your partner tonight will agree to her husband's divorce terms and be free to live her life. You will both forget each-other and your lives will go on. Your family will think you had a successful business trip. Amy Is such a lovely woman she shouldn't have too much trouble restarting her life. Her husband will have some insurance that she does not violate their 'understanding'."

Wondering what was next before this nightmare was over, a knock at the front door interrupted my thoughts. Jason opened the door and a couple entered. The woman had a rough looking appearance. She had seen some difficult times in her life. The man was big, long hair, and could easily pass for a Hell's Angle's motorcycle member.

Lead from the bedroom Amy was crying. She was wearing a dildo that looked like a penis. The Bitch kept saying, "You will do this, or you will never see your children again." Clearly distraught Amy struggled to be free of the Bitch, but her grip was too strong.

Jason smiled. "Now it's time for both of you to demonstrate your perverted nature. Amy is going to fuck you James. She needs to perform this act to demonstrate her unworthiness to by my client's wife. Besides, you should enjoy this since you enjoyed anal so much 15 years ago."

"You fucking bastard. I am not going to submit to this for any reason." Jason simply said, "You will, or those pictures will be on the internet in 10 minutes and your family will receive originals plus these new ones. Your life will be ruined so do as your told.'

This was the ultimate humiliation but both Amy and I were in a very weak position to argue. Then Jason added another incentive. "You will agree, or you can watch Amy be fucked by Elena. She is good but not always gentle." Now this was a double blackmail. I had no assurances even if I cooperated, Amy still wouldn't suffer that same fate.

The Bitch then said, "Get on the floor, kneel with your body on the couch." She then pulled the butt plug out of me.

"Amy, get on your knees behind him and pull into him. I want to hear moan, so I know you are in deep. I will check."

Amy assumed the position ordered and inserted the dildo tip into my ass. It hurt but that feeling eased. I felt Amy's tears falling on my back as she pulled deeper inside. Slowly she moved in and out attempting to do this as quickly as possible. I moaned and eventually faked an orgasm. Amy was free to pull out.

"Amy, you did great. You looked like you have done this many-times. With a little photoshop you will look like you were enjoying fucking James."