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Chapter Ten

David was transfixed with anxiety as he made the coffee the following morning – sure that Cassie would have figured out what had happened to her – if not from the red marks he’d left over her breasts and thighs, then from the sticky residue from where he’d licked her clean (he still couldn’t believe he’d done that!)

But instead, his gorgeous wife padded from the bedroom like a graceful house cat – stretching her slender arms and yawning.

“My goodness,” Cassie purred. “I’m stiff.” She turned to her husband and giggled. “And I feel all tingly.” Her eyes dropped to her crotch. “In a
good
way. I must have been having more dreams about you.”

David’s eyes grew wide. He smiled wickedly.

*              *              *

That good mood was spoilt the moment David got into work.

As soon as he’d logged into his computer, a meeting maker popped up on his screen telling him that he was required to attend an IT review at 9:30am – hosted by, no less, Brandon Brown himself.

Nervously, David started preparing his notes.

Before he left his cubicle, though, he took a moment to click through to his eTrade account and check how the penny stock he’d bought had done.

And he nearly fainted.

Since the previous morning, it had more than doubled in value – and was still going up.

Overnight, David had made nearly an entire week’s salary.

In some ways, it was fortunate that Brandon had invited him to that nine thirty meeting – otherwise David would have simply sat there; looking at the screen where his new-found riches were on display.

Instead – nervously – he headed off to the conference room.

*              *              *

Conference Room C was on the other side of the building, and when David finally got there, Brandon was the only other person in the room.

David dropped his notepad onto the conference table. “Who else are we expecting?”

And that’s when Brandon wheeled his chair around and purred: “Nobody. Now shut that door.”

David’s heart skyrocketed into his throat.

“The door, B-man,” Brandon repeated. “Close it.”

Fingers trembling, David clicked shut the door.

“Take a seat, my man,” Brandon beamed, swivelling in his seat. Nervously, David did as he was told. “Now catch a load of this.”

And Brandon pressed a button on his computer.

Immediately, on the projector screen on the opposite wall, a leering and grainy close up of a naked pair of breasts appeared; plus a loud and crackling soundtrack of gasps and groans.

David went white.

He recognized those breasts.

They belonged to Cassie.

The grainy shot panned down, to a shot of pale, splayed thighs and a big, brown hand sliding in and out from between them. Then the camera reared upwards – the soundtrack catching David’s own voice angrily demanding: “Okay! Enough!”

The screen showed a lingering, two-second close-up of David’s wife’s face. Then it swung upwards and caught David’s own outraged face, as he shooed Brandon from the room.

And then the video stopped.

David sat there, open-mouthed.

Brandon swivelled his chair around, and flashed his bright, white teeth.

“I ain’t exactly Stephen Spielberg,” he admitted. “But I think I got the gist of it.”

David struggled to fill his lungs with oxygen.

“W-why,” he stammered. “Why are you showing me this?”

Brandon’s smile widened.

“Just a little insurance,” he beamed. “I’ve given you a lot of power, letting you access the IT monitoring portal.” He leaned forward in his seat. “I just want you to remember
where that came from
.”

David said nothing. He just stared across the table at Brandon.

“And,” the big black man purred, “that there’s
a cost attached
.”

David gripped the edge of the table.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Well,” Brandon purred. “I was planning on circling back around your house tonight, after work.” He held up his big hand – specifically, the two fingers he’d used to finger Cassie to orgasm the other night. “You gonna answer the door, right?”

David felt sick. Butterflies churned in his stomach. He thought this was over. He thought he’d settled up with Brandon.

But the big man’s smile proved otherwise.

“It’d be a shame,” he purred, “if this video got out. You know, for your family and friends to see.” Again, Brandon leaned closer. “Or even just your pretty wife.” His smile widened menacingly. “How d’you think she’d feel? Watching herself, passed out, with some big black brother shoving his fingers up her coochie?”

David went white.

“I figured as much,” Brandon clambered from his seat. “I’ll see you and nine o’clock, okay brother?” And then he headed for the door.

Brandon Brown paused in the doorway, and looked back at David one last time.

“One last word of advice,” he offered. “When Phil, from Investor Relations, sells his stock? You should too.”

And then he was gone.

*              *              *

For more than twenty minutes, David just sat there, in the empty conference room. He stared at the big screen; where he’d seen his wife on display just moments earlier.

His stomach churned. He had to go through this again?

But at the same time, his cock swelled inside his pants.

Because while watching Brandon finger his wife had been one of the most humiliating situations of his life, it was also one of the sexiest.

And for all his nerves, and self-loathing, he was kind of excited for it to happen again.

*              *              *

The rest of the day passed like a blur.

Before he knew it, David found himself driving home in his Camry, nerves wracked about what he was about to do that evening.

Cassie greeted him with a hug and kiss.

“How was your day at work, honey?”

He couldn’t even remember what he told her.

But during dinner, David’s brain did start operating again.

“S-so, honey,” he asked, as he picked at his mashed potatoes. “You’ve only got another seven days of the hypnosis tapes, right?”

Cassie’s head snapped up when she heard that.

“Uhhh,” she blinked. “Yes.” She looked amazed. “Good memory, honey.”

Actually, it wasn’t. David just remembered that there were fourteen of Cassie’s sleeping pills left; and since she took two a night, that left only a week before her prescription ran dry.

But that confirmation was important to David. Because not only did it mean that he’d finally have his wife back – and she’d actively,
consciously
want to have sex with him. It also meant that this nightmare scenario with Brandon would end.

He could hardly invite himself over to finger Cassie if she was wide awake, could he?

And that, in itself, was the only reason he was able to sit through dinner, and their show on TV that night. And, at eight o’clock, kiss his wife goodnight as she retired to the bedroom to “listen to her tapes.”

*              *              *

At nine o’clock, there was familiar rap on the back door.

Climbing up from the couch, David nervously scuttled to the back door and opened it. There, as expected, stood Brandon – a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Evening, bro,” he beamed – and then, from behind his back, he produced a bottle of Courvoisier. “Thought we could have a little drink before this evening’s festivities.”

David didn’t say anything. He just ushered the big, black man inside before the neighbors could see.

“Okay,” David hissed, as he locked the back door. “Stay put. I’m just going to check that she’s asleep.”

“Do what you need to, bro,” Brandon purred. He started rooting around the cabinets for glasses. “I’ll pour us some brandy.”

David didn’t really drink hard liquor – but given the circumstances, he felt like he might need it.

Tiptoeing down the corridor, David opened the door to the bedroom and light shone across the bed. There, lying as still and serene as she had for almost two months now, was Cassie.

Still keeping quiet, David tiptoed to her dresser and opened the top drawer. He retrieved the pill bottle from where she’d wedged it.

Emptying it out, he counted the contents. Twelve pills left.

She’d taken two – leaving her out for the count.

David didn’t know how he felt about that. Part of him was ashamed and disgusted at what he was about to let happen to his wife. But then, another part of him was angry at
her
.

Why
was she taking these pills?
Why
was she so desperate to knock herself out? Was it because she didn’t want to be intimate with him? Her own husband?

In many ways, David’s irrational anger outweighed his guilt. As did that nagging, infuriating
excitement
at seeing his innocent, beautiful wife in such a disgusting situation.

So she’d rather drug herself than be intimate with her own husband, eh?

Well, David sneered to himself. Perhaps she
deserved
this.

And with that, he strode purposefully into the kitchen and snapped at Brandon: “Are we doing this, or what?”

Brandon’s eyes widened as he heard David say this. He handed him a wine glass full of brandy.

“Let’s toast to this, first,” the big, black man purred.

David snatched the glass and drank. The cheap brandy burned his mouth and throat.

“Just so you know,” he coughed, as the burning liquor warmed his throat, “my wife’s stopping these hypnosis tapes next week.”

He looked up, and caught Brandon’s eyes.

The black man grinned.

“Well, that don’t give us much time, does it?”

And with that, Brandon drained his glass and slid off his jacket.

A moment later, David found himself following Brandon down the corridor, and into their bedroom.

“Man, fucking
look
at her,” Brandon hissed, as he stood in the doorway and gazed down at David’s sleeping wife. “She’s so fucking beautiful.” He elbowed David in the ribs. “How did you get a girl that beautiful to marry your skinny white ass?”

David narrowed his eyes.

“140lbs might be skinny,” he admitted. “But 110lbs of that is my cock.”

Brandon’s eyes widened at the uncharacteristic joke.

“Shiiit,” he beamed. “We need to feed you brandy more often. You’re a funny motherfucker.”

David said nothing.

Instead, he watched as Brandon crossed the room and nervously lifted up the covers. Underneath lay Cassie – naked and beautiful.

Both Brandon and David gasped as they saw her exposed body.

“Fuck me, that’s a hot looking woman,” Brandon nodded. Then he dropped to his knees; and before David could say anything, started spreading her legs. “Man, I gotta taste that pussy.”

“Hey, wait,” David objected. “That wasn’t what we agreed…”

Brandon turned his head and growled: “Oh, chill out, brother. Is eating your wife’s pretty pussy any different to fingering it?
Really
?”

David said nothing. In some ways, it really wasn’t.

“So shut the fuck up,” Brandon nodded, and he grabbed Cassie’s knees and lifted and separated them; exposing the pink clamshell between her legs. “Man, I bet she tastes sweet – like pink bubblegum.”

And then the big, black man opened his mouth and lowered his head between Cassie’s thighs.

David stood there and watched, aghast, as a virtual stranger started going down on his unconscious wife.

Brandon opened his mouth and clamped it over Cassie’s pussy. David heard the wet suction as he licked and sucked.

Almost immediately, David’s sleeping wife opened her mouth, and unconsciously gasped; and her hips started grinding against the big man’s mouth.

David was gripped with jealously. Again, he was watching a virtual stranger make sounds of pleasure emerge from his wife’s mouth that he had rarely heard himself.

It was painful, watching somebody else demonstrate a mastery over Cassie’s beautiful body that he didn’t have. To see somebody else make her moan, and gasp, and buck her hips like that.

But it was also hot -
incredibly hot
. In fact, as David watched Brandon lick and suck his sleeping wife’s cunt, he felt his cock swell to massive proportions inside his pants.