Part 1
I’m just an average guy, who, like any other red-blooded male, appreciates and loves beautiful and sexy women. I love the way women smell, look, feel, taste, even their sexy voices are so alluring and arousing. The way they move their hips when they walk in those high-heeled pumps that make their legs look so shapely and tighten their asses and push out their tits. The guy who invited those high-heeled shoes should have a holiday named after him.
I’ve been with my wife for a little over four years now and I have never once cheated on her in those four years. I was a senior in college and she was a senior in high school when we started dating. A year after she graduated high school, we were married.
She was going to college at the time and was balancing her school work and planning a wedding. But, she pulled it off. After I graduated from college with a degree in business, I joined my dad’s stockbrokerage firm and immediately began making money. It also helped that I had a trust fund, so that paid for my wife’s college and our beautiful new home. My wife graduated college this year and was taking a break, and then she is going to put out her resumes. But, I digress…
Present day… So, yeah, I’m laying here tied to a bed blindfolded. I bet you are wondering how I got to this point in my life. Well, that’s not my wife over there dressed in a black leather dress. That’s my wife’s best friend. I bet you’re thinking I’m having an affair with her. If only it were that easy. Actually I wish it were that easy. Then I could just slowly slip away. But, Kendra, that’s my wife’s best friend’s name, pretty much owns me now.
Kendra may look hot and sound hot and dress hot, but the truth is she is worse than any blood-sucking female on this planet. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. Remember that movie Fatal Attraction? Where the Glen Close goes insane over Michael Douglas? I’m betting every guy in America has seen that movie at least once. Well, mere child’s play compared to what I have had to endure over the past couple of months. And Kendra wasn’t even the one I had cheated with in the first place!
Yeah, I cheated on my wife, Beth. Beth, my beautiful tall blonde with the most gorgeous tits, ass and legs a guy could want. So, why did I cheat on her then, you ask? Well, I wasn’t planning on cheating on her, it just happened one night.
So, now I am lying on this bed tied up with a blindfold on waiting for more punishment for a mistake I began six months ago. A mistake I will pay for the rest of my life.
Let me take you back about six months and get you up to speed on the life I have created for myself. Maybe you will sympathize, maybe you won’t. Maybe you will think this is what I deserve. Regardless of what you think of me, I will tell you what happened…
I’m a wealthy, successful stockbroker. I’ve made a lot of money for myself and others. One night after I was leaving the office, one of my colleagues asked if I wanted to go out for a few drinks, he had wanted to give some stock tips and didn’t want to stay at the office anymore. We left in separate cars and arrived at a bar about ten minutes from the office. It was our hangout. We knew the bartenders and they always were very friendly to us. I’m not a drunkard by any means, but I like to unwind after a long day of stock trading sometimes with a few top shelf Scotch’s… served neat.
We walked in and the bartender behind the counter yelled out to us, “Hey guys!” We walked over and sat at the bar in front of him. Keith was our favorite bartender. We sat down and he had our drinks in front of us almost immediately.
“So, how’s the market, Dan?” Dan is my name.
“Okay, I guess.” I never really liked discussing the market with those who weren’t a client or colleague. I always felt like non-colleagues and non-clients were always trying to get free tips or something and it always made me feel awkward.
Steve, my colleague, and I were discussing some things about the stock market that could potentially make us a lot of money. A lot more than we already have. I made so much money that Beth didn’t really have to work ever. But, I am always up for making more. Face it, who isn’t, right? I was talking to Steve at the bar, and in walked a gorgeous, tall redhead with long flowing wavy hair, a heart shaped ass, round firm but bouncy tits and a face that could have easily been on the cover of a fashion magazine. My draw must have dropped, because I didn’t hear Steve say, “Hey Dan, drool much?” He had said it a few times.
“Huh? What? Nah.” I said. Trying to cover up my attraction to this woman. She walked straight towards me. I actually felt myself getting nervous. Me. A guy, who swaggers, not walks into a room. Me. The guy who had four different women in one night whole I was in high school. Yeah, me. I was nervous as this beautiful feminine creature walked towards me.
“Hey there stud.” She said with a straight face.
“Hey Julie!” The bartender said, “What’s up?”
“Just flew in and mom said you were working, so I decided to come by and see how things are.” She said to Keith, the bartender.
“Just working as always.” He said while cleaning some glasses. “Hey guys,” He looked at Steve and I and said, “This is my little sister Julie. Keep an eye on her and make sure no creeps bother her. I have to go to the stock room and pick up some more alcohol. Be back in a few.” Then he left.
“So, you are my babysitter now?” She said as she looked at me. Her long sexy fingers with red painted nail polish had picked up a cherry from the bar and she slowly put the whole cherry in her mouth. She looked at me and slowly chewed the cherry, smiling at me the whole time. A minute later, she pulled out the cherry stem tied in a knot and showed it to me. “Silly trick in college I learned.” She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth that had been hiding behind her full red lips. Then she leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “Just imagine what my tongue could do to you.”
I felt my neck getting hot. Hell, my whole body was heating up. I must have had a weird expression on my face because when the bartender returned, he looked at me funny. “You okay man?”
“Your friend here said he wants to fuck me.” She told her brother.
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