[Insider] Tainted Conception Chapter 3 Alpha Draft (Patreon)

It's New Years Eve and Saul is back with a new plan to turn the knife on Mark and slide between the legs of Brooke. Will he succeed? 

As always my dear Insiders, I have just literally finished typing this up. You are getting it with all the warts and grammatical errors so please keep that in mind. I'll work the rest of the week on cleaning this up and reviewing all the feedback you might have. 

Where does Tainted Conception go from here? We'll see. I know how it ends, it all just depends on how you all like this chapter/series. Happy to chat more about this on discord and see what you think.

Without further ado, here is Tainted Conception Chapter 3 - Alpha Draft.

Happy strokes folks,

Don

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Tainted Conception: Chapter 3

A series of unread emails displayed on Mark’s monitor. His attention was torn away from his work and onto the incoming text mesages from his wife Brooke.

> I just finished picking up all the booze and food we need for tonight.

> When I get home I’ll start laying things out in the backyard.

The young couple were hosting a New Years Eve party in their backyard tonight. It wasn’t going to be as large or crazy as Dave’s Halloween party but they still expected a couple dozens friends and coworkers to attend.

Mark was looking forward to relaxing and throwing back a few drinks in the safety of his own him. The last few weeks at work at been incredibly stressful for him. Ever since he had given in to Saul’s demands, his personal and professional life had been thrown into disarray.

Saul now had an unchecked level of authority at work that he wasn’t afraid to throw around. Both Mark and Dave had each felt the sting of Saul’s new position. Dave had rightly placed some of the blame on Mark for letting the asshole steamroll him without putting up a fight. Dave couldn’t understand why Mark had endorsed Saul over email several weeks ago.

He couldn’t tell his best friend about the comprimising material Saul had on Brooke. He also couldn’t tell him about the wrench Saul had thrown into their marriage and the liberties he had taken with her at the company Christmas party.

HIs sweet, loving wife Brooke now thought Mark had some kind of weird fetish about seeing her with another man. Namely his workplace rival Saul. It broke his heart to lie to her in an effort to protect her, only to see her support his his supposed fantasy. She had been so caring, patient and understanding while he struggled to get the scripted words out.

She’d even gone so far as to dance with Saul at the Christmas party. She told him afterwards that Saul had taken her off the dance floor and touched her and she touched him. She had done it for Mark, assuming he was close by and watching.

Unforunately Mark was doubled over in the bathroom at the time. He had seen them on the dance floor and had found himself sporting a massive erection, something he couldn’t achieve in the weeks prior. Getting hard while seeing his wife in the arms of another man didn’t make sense.

His doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with him. She’d run a battery of tests but everything came back clean. She thought his erectile dysfunction and his frequent trips to the bathroom were the result of stress and anxiety. Mark had left the doctor’s office with a referral to a pshycatrist who he would follow up with in the new year.

Mark shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts. He just needed to get through a few more meetings and then he would be home and could have a good time at the party. He thumbed a response back to Brooke.

> Awesome, thanks for that babe. I’m going to duck out of here early, I should be home around 5:30. We’ll get everything set up and get some food on the grill before everyone arrives.

> I love you babe.

He smiled as he saw three little dots appear on the screen, Brooke was typing a reponse.

> I love you too baby. More than anything. Well, maybe the little one in my tummy has you beat ;)

> Come home to me soon.

For a moment, everything else seemed to melt away. He couldn’t wait to leave work behind and spend some time alone with Brooke before the party. Mark hoped that maybe if he was lucky, his dick would decide to cooperate and they could have a bit of fun before their guests arrived.

Clicking away from his emails, Mark stood up and slide his phone into his suit jacket pocket. He took one last swig of his protein powder and headed out of his office and down the hall to a conference for his next meeting.

***

Saul watched Mark from the crack in his office door. He saw the man enter a conference room at the end of the hall. Saul gently closed his door and shuffled back around his desk and turned his attention to his comuputer.

While his new position has led to increased responsibilitiy and some additional new direct reports, the best thing about it was the access. Upon assuming his new position, Saul had immediately fired the only other person at the company who undersood how their network and their devices worked. He now had access to everything and no one to keep him in check or rat him out.

His eyes gleamed as he read through the text exchange between Mark and Brooke. Mark had stupidly got rid of his personal device when the company offered to pay for his phone plan and give him a brand new device.

Saul now had access to every device in the company and could easily monitor everything Mark did, including his communications. Mark had agreed to the company having this level of access when he accepted the phone afterall.

> I love you too baby. More than anything. Well, maybe the little one in my tummy has you beat ;)

> Come home to me soon.

A smile spread across Saul’s face at the acknowledgement of the child growing in Brooke’s belly. He was positive that the child was his, after his encounter with Brooke on Halloween night.

He clicked on a few prompts on the monitor in front of him, enabling the real time communication software he had recently upgraded the company to. He had buried this upgrade purchase in his budget, he doubted anyone would approve of its capabilities.

It allowed him to put anyone device into a sandbox envrionment, allowing Saul to control the communications that ultimately passed through to the device. He had been thinking about this since the night of the Christmas party and now it was time to try it out.

With Mark’s device in the sandbox, he could communciate with Brooke from Mark’s number. Her messages would never reach Mark’s phone unless he wanted them to.

He typed up a message and pressed send.

***

Brooke walked up the sidewalk to her front steps, purposely ignoring the stares of the teenage boys across the street. She could feel their eyes on her. She couldn’t blame them, she knew she looked good today sporting a dark pink tank top and a pair of maternity lululemon pants. Even though her brunette hair was thrown up in a messy bun, she still felt sexy.

The young men’s eyes roaming her body were further confirmation that men still found her attractive, even though Mark didn’t. Ever since she revealed she was pregnant it was like a swittch went off in his brain and he couldn’t get it up for her anymore.

He claimed it was work stress but she knew it was about her. Everything else about their life was fine but she never felt more alone. The attention from the boys invigorated her. She knew her hormones were out of whack of the pregnancy but she found herself so horny lately that any kind of male attention seemed to make her weak in the knees.

Her phone buzzed from her purse and she closed the front door behind her. Brooke set the grocery bags and booze onto the kitchen counter and pulled out her phone. There was a new message from Mark.

Brooke’s eyes grew wide as she read her husband’s message.

> Should I invite Saul?

She felt her heart immediately start to beat in her chest. She had tried not to think about Mark’s coworker but he kept slipping into her thoughts. The events of the Christmas party still fresh in her memory and Mark’s admissions of his secret fantasy. Brooke closed her eyes and thought back to Saul’s cock jutting out from between her thighs and she stroked it and rubbed it against herself.

She knew it was wrong to think about. It was abhorrent. She was married and a soon to be mother. Saul was much older than her and wasn’t her type at all, the opposite in fact. He was a smoker and didn’t take care of himself. He wasn’t the least bit plesant to look at.

But she had wanted to support Mark’s fantasy and it did seem to make him hard for her. She just wished he could get hard for her without this messed up fantasy of his. Maybe after the baby is born things will be different.

Still, she couldn’t help but find herself somewhat drawn to the idea of Saul. That man being in their home should not happen. It was so utter against what Mark would want. Then again, she was learning about a new side to her husband she previously was unaware of.

The fact that Mark was bringing up Saul made her happy. It meant that he was thinking sexually about her, something he hadn’t seem interested in since the night after the Christmas party. She tried to frame this as a season in their long life together, something they would work through and be done with. She wanted to make her husband happy and fullfill his fantasies. She decided to lean in and try to be flirtacious with Mark.

She typed back.

> Mark…..if you invite him….who would I kiss at mightnight when the ball drops?

Brooke wanted to put her groceries away but her eyes stayed glued to her phone. Wondering how her husband would respond. It seemed like she was waiting forever before his response finally appeared. Oddly the usual three dots indicating he was typing never displayed.

 >May the best man win

Brooke smirked, she loved Mark but he was terrible at flirting. She would have to pull what Mark really wanted out of him.

> What if he gets to me first? Would you really want him to kiss me in front of all our friends? In front of your coworkers?

It didn’t take Mark as long to respond this time.

> Well maybe you’ll have to give him a kiss in private. Like the bedroom?

Brooke’s mouth dropped open. Mark had gone from barely flirting to full on suggesting she hook up with his coworker. She didn’t think she was ready for that but she didn’t want to dash her husband’s hopes either and kill the sexual interest he was showing her.

> Mark. Are you seriously thinking about inviting him tonight? Won’t your coworkers find that weird? You hate the guy.

She tried to distract herself and start putting some of the groceries into the fridge. When she turned her attenton back to the phone, another message from Mark was waiting for her.

> I am. They don’t need to know he is there. Everyone will be out in the backyard. I’ll keep everyone entertained while you keep him entertained upstairs.

Brooke couldn’t believe what she was reading. Was Mark really suggesting this? She was ashamed to find that she felt herself growing wet. She thumbed a message back.

> Is this really what you want?

She couldn’t wait for a reply. She pressed the phone button and called Mark. It went straight to voicemail. A message popped up as she put her phone down on the counter.

> Sorry, stuck in a little meeting. I do want this, more than you know. Before the ball drops, head up the bedroom. I’ll let Saul know. Part of whats hot for me is the idea of you kind of cheating. Lets not talk about this anymore until after tonight. Lets both play dumb and just let it play out. It’ll be so hot being at the party knowing what you are doing behind my back.

Brooke opened one of the bottles of whiskey meant for the party and took a swig from the bottle. She needed to settle herself down. She bit her lip and typed a response to her husband.

> Okay. I’ll do it. I don’t know if I’m ready to have sex within someone else but I’ll ‘entertain’ him. I love you.

***

Brooke stood admiring her appearance in her bedroom’s full length mirror. She looked at her impressive breasts held up by her burgandy lacey bra. She loved the way her freshly curled hair hung down nexto her breasts.

She turned are looked at her ass. Her matching panties hugged her shapely ass. She thought he body looked great but a seed of doubt was still eating away at her. She hadn’t felt like this before she got pregnant. Mark usually drooled over her and couldn’t keep his hands off of her, but lately it seemed like he wasn’t interested at all. She composed herself and focused on her face, putting on the same confident appearence she’d word for most of her adult life. Only now, it felt hallow and fake.

Brooke walked across the warm carpet and entered her walk in closet. She ran her hands over her clothes until she found it, the perfest dress for their New Years party tonight.

She stepped back out into the bedroom and checked her phone. It was less than an hour before people started arriving and Mark still wasn’t home yet. He’d promised to come home early after his meetings were done but now he was running late. She didn’t want to read too much into that, she had to focus on getting ready. She’d spent too much time laying everything out for the party without her husband, she was running behind.

Glancing at herself in her underwear one last time, Brooke turned her attention to the burgendy sequin dress on the bed. She loved this dress and how it made her feel. Whenever she wore it, all eyes would invediabilty fall on her. She gently eased the hanger out and pulled the dress over her head. She pulled it tightly down her body and turned to appraise herself.

The dress ran down to her mid thigh, just a few inches below her panties. It hugged her hips and made her ass look better than usual. It was tight around her chest, her breasts pushing against the fabric. The dress came up to her collarbone and the loose sleeves ran down to her wrists. While the cut on her torso could be considered conservative, the way it shaped her body was anything but.

Putting on her wedding ring and ear rings from her nightstand, the only thing left to do was find her matching heels in her closet and zip her dress up. As she started to look through her shoe box, she heard the door open and close downstairs.

Her heart skipped a beat. It better be Mark coming home to get ready for the party, but she worried it might be his coworker Saul, arriving early. She didn’t know what she would do if that happened, trying to entertain him while her guests could show up any minute.

She moved to the hallways and looked down the banister to see Mark ascending the staircase.

“Sorry. I know. I’m late. I got held up with an urgent task that popped up unexpectedly,” Mark said raising her hands defensively. “I’m going jump in the shower and quickly get changed than I’ll help get things set up out back…”

He stopped in his tracks as his brain finally registered what his wife was wearing, “Wow. Brooke. You look amazing. That dress is…just wow.”

Brooke beamed at the compliment, despite the nagging voice tell her it wasn’t sincere, “Its been awhile since I’ve worn it. I figured you might like showing me off tonight.”

Mark finished climbing the stairs and stood right in front of his wife, “The ball in Time Square tonight couldn’t hold a candle to you in that dress babe.”

He leaned in and kissed her, Brooke felt her knees bend involuntarily and returned his kiss. She reluctatly broke it a few seconds later and looked at her husband, “People are going to be here soon. You need to jump in the shower and I need to find my shoes and double check everything downstairs.”

She hurried into the bedroom and across to the closet. Mark followed her and started disrobing, heading into their ajorning bathroom. Brooke found the pair of heels she wanted, sat on the bed and put them on.

The sound of the shower starting caught her attention, “Mark?” She called.

Her husband popped his head out from behind the door, “Yeah? Whats up?”

“Are you sure?” Brooke asked as she finished tying the leather lace behind her heel, “I mean, about tonight?”

“Yeah,” Mark replied nonchantly, “Of course, I mean, too late to back out now right?”

Mark’s head disappeared and she heard him getting into the shower.

“Yeah,” Brooke said as she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. As she left the bedroom and headed downstairs, she thought about what might happen later tonight around midnight.

***

Mark dried himself off as he walked into the bedroom. He thought he had his work day on autopilot but by the time he had gotten out of his back to back meetings, he was hit with several urgrent emails all at once.

If he didn’t know better he’d have thought the senders had all conspired to send him their requests all at once. He stayed a little later than planned and tried to bang them all out but he hit a ton of traffic on the way home that extended his commute way longer than anticpated.

He sat down on the bed next to the ironed clothes Brooke had laid out for him. Mark breathed slowly, trying to let go of the stress of the day. Things at worked weren’t great at the moment but he would figure out how to get out of them.

His brain still felt foggy, he hoped that his impending meeting with the psyctrist might help alleviate his issues. Until then, he planned on having a couple extra drinks tonight to help him self medicate.

Just as he finished getting dressed and was about to head downstairs to help his wife, he felt his stomach gurgle and retreated back to the bathroom.

***

The first guests began to arrive a few minutes after Mark finally came downstairs. Brooke was playing hostess in the backyard as other party goes began to filter in. Some entered through the side gate as instructed, others came in through the front door which was left unlocked for the time being.

Brooke glanced over at Mark who was beginning to get some burgers and hotdogs on the grill. Thank goodness they lived in Southern California and not New York. The people on the TV under the patio looked like they were freezing their butts off in Time Square.

It wasn’t lost on Brooke that her dress was drawing the eye of many of the men and some of the women in attendance. She pretended not to notice as she navigated the crowd, ensuring to engage in some small talk with each guest while giving them directions to the beverage cooler and other amentities for the night.

She was thankful that she hadn’t seen Saul yet. Part of her wondered whether he would actually make and apperance or if Mark was just teasing her. Almost like a fantasy foreplay to them messing around tonight.

Brooke decided it was a good time to check on the food. While there was plently of pasta salad, regular salad and other munchies she wanted to see how Mark was making out on the grill. She casually strolled up behind her husband as he was flipping a patty. Mark was drinking a beer as he talked with his friend from work Dave.

“It’s just annoying man, its like for past month that doucebag has just been on a meterotic rise at the company. I still can’t quite figure out how no one sees through his bullshit,” Dave complained as Mark nodded.

“He is so self-riteious over email and in meetings too, I can’t believe people don’t see through it. He’s always putting up some grand show for the execs, its like he is over compensating for lacking in other areas.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asked, sounded a little confused.

Brooke knew her husband was off his game lately. He complained of brain fog but she was concerned he couldn’t pick up on the obvious innudeno Dave was suggesting. She slide up behind him and interjected herself into the conversation.

“He means,’ she said in a low voice only they could hear, “That he thinks your coworker isn’t packing much below the belt dear.”

“Oh,” Mark chuckled, “Yeah Dave, you’re probably right about that.”

“What do you think think Brooke? Women’s intuition and all that?” Dave asked, “Do you think Saul as a smaller weenie than the one’s Mark is grilling right now?”

Brooke blushed and tried to hide her embarssment, knowing full well exactly what Saul was packing after their encounter at the Christmas party. She smiled and said in a slightly louder voice, “The only package I think about its my husbands. Besides, its not proper for the lady of the house to comment on such small, trivial matters.”

Dave laughed a little too loudly, he must have consumed a few drinks without her noticing. She winked at her husband and sauntered off to speak to new couple that just arrived.

Several hours into the party, everyone aside from Brooke seemed to be enjoying the free alcohol. The sun had set hours ago, the backyard now only illuminated by some orange edison bulbs hanging from lights over their patio and the hazey streetlights beyond their fenceline. Everyone was talking at slightly exaggerated volumes, letting loose exactly as the couple had planned. Brooke wished she could engage in the festivities but she wasn’t able to drink for another eight months.

She smiled looking around, the party was already a success and was unravelling with out any intervention required from her. Brooke glanced at her phone and saw that there was only thirty minutes until midnight. She scanned the crowd and still hadn’t seen Saul yet. If he wasn’t here yet she was probably in the clear. Still she couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Brooke made her way through the crowd and finally caught sight of her husband telling an animated story to a crowd of his coworkers. She knew that in a few minutes there would be a big laugh and everyone in the backyard would turn their heads to see what caused it. Mark was a great storyteller and knew how to hold an audience’s attention in the palm of his hand.

They locked eyes but Mark never missed a beat telling his story. He nodded to her and smiled. Brooke took this as her cue. Mark must have realized what time it was too. She took a deep breath, turned on her heels and walked back towards the house.

Brooke felt her heart beating rapdily as she headed into the house and closed the patio door behind her. The music and sounds of party muted themselves as she made her way through the darkened first floor. She’d left the light to the main floor bathroom on strategiclly, to discourge people from spending time indoors. She hated cleaning after a party.

She still hadn’t seen Saul make an apperance at the party. Part of her wondered whether he would show up at all, maybe Mark was just messing with her and this would all be part of some elaborate roleplay of his.

Either way, she could feel her body heating up as she climbed the staircase towards the upper level. She walked quietly down the hallway until she was outside of her bedroom door. She steadied herself and took a deep breath before opening the door and peering in.

The bedroom was empty. She sighed, walked in and sat down the bed. Brooke listened to the reverly outside and started to wonder what she was doing up there alone. The countdown would be happening soon, she didn’t want to miss all the excitement.

As she started to to think about getting up and going back to the party, she smelt it. His nostrils itched at the smell of cheap gas station colgne and old cigrattes. Her eyes immediately glanced to the door as it slowly swung open.

Standing there at the threshold to her martial bedroom was Mark’s hated coworker, Saul. He stood, in his oversized pants and wrinkled dress shirt that looked like he came directly from the office. His beady eyes stared at her, his potmarked face wearing an expresssion of lust.

This is really going to happen. Brooke’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say or how to engage with this man. With the Christmas party, the dance floor had lead to things getting carried away, but now here he was in her bedroom.

“Mark told me you’d be up here waiting for me,” Saul didn’t take his eyes off of her as he stepped into the bedroom. “He said you had something you wanted to show me.”

Time stood still for Brooke as she watched this older man cross her bedroom until he was standing right in front of her. She hated the smell of cigrattes woffting off of him and couldn’t understand why she felt her body responding to it.

“So what is it you want to show me?” Saul asked.

Brooke’s brain was still trying to process how to respond. She had been wondering if this would happen all day but now that it was really hapenning she was speechless.

He extended his hand out to her, “I think I might know, come here.”

Brooke tentatively took his hand and he pulled her up into a standing position. She was standing very close to him, he was invading her personal space. He took a step back, still holding his hand he slowly swirled her around. She felt his eyes running across her body, over her first breasts pressing against the sequin dress, her ass jutting out and her smooth toned bare legs.

“Hmmm, not quite I think,” Saul said as he stopped mid-spin, her back facing him. She felt him close the gap and press himself against her backside. His cock just barely touching her, more of his gut pressed into her lower back. She wondered if her memory was accurate, if she remembered his cock from the Christmas party the way it actually was.

“There,” he whispered into her ear as he started to tug the zipper on her back. Brooke froze as she felt the zipper descend and her naked back exposed to the air in the room. Expose to Saul. As the zipper continued down her back, she felt Saul’s hands on her shoulds, pushing the dress down her arms.

Before she knew it, the dress was laying in a pile around her ankles. She stood in her bedroom before her husband’s workplace rival in just her burgandy bra and panties.

She could feel Saul smiling from behind her. He gently turned her around, “There, thats what I think Mark wanted me to see.”

He gently nudged her back a step. The back of her knees connected with the bed and she fell on it into a seated position while Saul loomed over her like a vulture.

“Mark has something he wanted me to show you too,” Saul said as he started to undo his worn belt. “Do you want to see it?”

Brooke was breathing quickly. Her breasts were rapidly rising and falling. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and was shocked to see how turned on she looked. Her eyes glanced back to Saul’s crotch, at the belt finally coming undone.

She looked back up into his beady eyes and gave him the most subtle of nods.

Saul didn’t miss it. With a yellow grin he let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He looped his thumbs across the waistline of his white fruit of the loom underwear and slide them down.

Brooke gasped as Saul’s ridgid cock flopped out of his underwear. Its angry, purple head pointing right at her. She’d seen his cock at the Christmas party, but not like this. Not at eye level staring right back at her. It looked bigger than it had that night when she stroked it. When it came all over her hands.

“Don’t be so shy,” Saul said as he took a step forward. His cock jutting closer to her. “I haven’t forgetting the way you stroked me against you at the Christmas party. How you moaned my name as you cum. As you begged for my cock to cum. I can see how much you want it.”

“This is so fucked up,” Brooke said to herself. “It’s wrong. I shouldn’t be up here with you.”

“But you are,” Saul said as he bent over and grabbed her left hand. Without any resistance Brooke let him guide her hand to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and held it, the diamond in her wedding band catching the light.

Saul held her hand in place and started moving his hips forward, his cock running against her fingers as his cock head inched closer and closer.

“I want this. Mark wants this. And I know you want this.” Saul said. “There’s nothing to feel bad about here.”

Brooke glanced up at the older man staring down at her, and she shifted her gaze back to the purple cock head inches in front of her. He was right. Mark did want this, he pretty much told her so again before his shower. Saul clearly wanted it. And as much as it pained Brooke to admit it, just having a hard cock in front of her was driving her crazy.

She slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue until it came in contact with the salty content dribbling out of Saul’s cock.

“Uhhh,” He moaned feeling her wet tongue make contact with him. This was going better than he could have planned.

Brooke looked up at him, the debate and nervousness disappearing from her features. She had decided to lean in and embrace Mark’s fantasy and not to feel guilty about enjoing it “Is this what you wanted? To have Mark’s wife in front of you with her cock in her hand?”

“Oh, I want much more than just my cock in your hand,” Saul coughed as he ran his hand across Brooke’s smooth cheek and behind her head. He pulled her head towards his cock. She immediately opened her mouth  and engulfed his cock.

She felt his cock fill her mouth, causing her lips to stretch around it. His tongue ran under his length, tasting her husband’s coworker.

Saul groaned as he guided Brooke’s mouth into a rythem on his cock, “I’ve wanted my cock in your mouth for a long time. Ever since I saw you on the dancefloor last year, I knew you’d be a good cocksucker.”

Saul slide his cock out of her mouth. Brooke leaned towards it as he pulled it slighlty away. She looked up at him confused, panting hard. “Do you remember it? When you pushed me away and slapped me on the dance floor for dancing with you? I bet you never thought you’d be here sucking my cock.”

Brooke tightened her grip with her hand and kept stroking him, “Maybe if you just took it out that night and showed it to me, I would have been on my knees right then are there.”

“I would have loved to have seen that,” Saul grunted, “And seen the look on Mark’s face. I know you felt my cock that night though, pressing into your sweet ass. You grinded back onto it. You enjoyed it too.”

“I thought you were Mark,” Brooke looked at him defiantly.

A wide smile spread across Saul’s face. She’d thought that on Halloween night too while I fucked her and knocked her up.

“I think you knew,” Saul snorted, “Look at this cock, could you really mistake this for Mark’s?”

Brooke didn’t reply. Instead she lowered herself off the bed and closed the gap between herself and the cock Saul still held at bay. She sunk to her knees on the carpet and her mouth connected with his cock.

Saul let go of her head and put his hands on his hips and watched his workplace rival’s wife start licking up and down the length of his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Saul said. Brooke looked like a woman possessed. She was stroking his shaft with both of her hands, turning them in different directions as her tongue lowered and started making circles on his hairy balls.

“Mhmmmmm,” she moaned into the skin of his ballsack. “No way.”

Saul was in bliss and didn’t understand what she was saying, “No way?”

She looked up at him with the most lustful eyes Saul had ever seen, “No way I could mistake this for Mark’s.”

With that she licked up the length of his shaft until she reached the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the top before lowering her mouth around it.

For the next several minutes, Saul stood there getting light headed, staring at Mark’s wife kneeling before him. He felt triumphent. Not only was he finally dominating Mark at work but now his wife was worshipping his cock in their own bedroom.

He felt Brooke’s hands on his thighs. She was gripping him tightly directing him towards the bed. Her mouth never left his cock as he shimmed around her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He started at himself in the mirror behind Brooke.

His flabby, ugly body a stark contrast to the fit young woman bobbing her head up and down on his cock. He heartshaped ass looked amazing in the mirror, kneeling before him. He wished he hadn’t left his phone in his pants, he would have loved to take a video of this.

Saul reached down and unclasped the back of Brooke’s bra. She never stopped stroking his cock but she leaned back and helped take the bra off. She knelt there, staring up at him, her bare breasts on display for him. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, spit or sweat beginning to accumulate on them.

“Jesus Christ,” Saul muttered staring at her chest. She looked sexy as hell naked, better than anything he’d seen on the computer in years. “Let me fuck them.”

Brooke didn’t miss a beat. She dropped her hands and pressed her breasts together around Saul’s massive member. As his cock disappeared between her tits, Saul instively laid back on the bed as Brooke fucked her chest onto his cock.

“Mhmmmmm,” Brooke moaned, feeling Saul’s cock running up and down her chest, against her bare skin. He nipples stimulated from the fat skin of his thighs. She tried to extend her tongue and keep licking the head of his cock as it apepared from between her tits but was having trouble staying balanced.

Saul thrust his cock up in time and it connected her tongue. She managed to lick a decent length of his head and shaft. With his next thrust he caught her in in the mouth, the tip of his cock disappearing from sight. As he tried to drop his hips back down, Brooke sucked hard on his cock holding him in place and causing him to groan in pleasure.

Brooke released his cock from her mouth and let go of her breasts. She didn’t want him to fuck her chest anymore, she wanted to stroke and suck his cock. She dived back down onto his cock. She dropped down to the base of his cock, and twirled her tongue around his balls like it was candy and then with a long lick, she licked from the base of his cock all the way back up to the head. She held her tongue there, at the tip of his cock as precum oozed out of it, she stroked his shaft rapidly with both hands, trying to get more out.

Saul felt his balls begin to tingle. He could feel Brooke’s expert mouth beginning to milk the cum out of him. He didn’t want to cum just yet, not exactly like this.

He sat himself up and shift his weight. Brooke was too preoccupied with her task to notice. Saul pushed back on her shoulder’s and much to her dismay she disconnected from his cock.

Saul shimmied himself back onto the bed, until he head was resting on Mark’s pillow, “Get up here.”

Brooke crawled across the bed until she was face to face with Saul’s cock. She started to lower her head back down towards it.

“No,” Saul said, “Come up here and give me a kiss.”

Brooke bit her lip and looked up at the man, her hand finding Saul’s shaft and stroking it.

“You want me to kiss you, in the bed that I share with my husband?” Sarah asked huskily.

“Get up here and make it a good one,” Saul said. He watched as the yong wife crawled up his body toward him, her hand never leaving his cock. She kept stroking it as her beautiful brown eyes stared down into Saul’s beady ones.

He stayed still, wanting her to make the first move. He could feel his balls swelling, he just hopped he could hold off cumming when they kissed. He didn’t want to cum in her hand again.

This close Brooke could smell the cigarette’s emanting from his breath. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, his soft lips connecting with his rough chapped ones. His hungry tongue immediately pushed its way into her mouth. Brooke absentmindely started stroking Saul faster as her tongue danced with his.

“Mhmmmm,” she moaned into the older man’s mouth. His hand had roughly grabbed  one of her ass cheeks as he pulled her body down onto his. She kept stroking his cock with one hand, pumping it, the veins of his cock pulsed in her delicate hands.

Saul finally broke this kiss. Brooke was panting, staring down at the man her husband loathed.

“You taste good. God your so fucking sexy. I can’t believe I have you in your own bed. You are such a bad girl.”

“Ohhhh,” Sarah moaned feeling the cock pulse in her hand and hearing Saul’s words. She broke free of his grasp and started to lower herself back towards her prize. She wanted to feel this cock in her mouth, to make it cum. She needed to know she could do it.

“Maybe,” her tongue found the underside of his cock, “I’m just a devoted wife, doing whatever it takes to make her husband happy.”

Saul didn’t like that, he wanted her to bend to his cock and worship him. He wanted to take her from Mark and leave him in ruin.

He flipped onto his side, pushing Brooke onto her side with him. He held the back of her head and pulled her mouth down until his cock was hitting the back of her throat.

“Mmmppmmhhffff,” Brooke gagged on the sudden intrustion. She quickly shifted and adapted to the large cock fulling her mouth. Saul shifted and pressed one of his legs between hers. He pushed it against her pussy, gently against her clit.

Brooke was too preoccupied with acommdating the cock in her mouth that she didn’t realize that her body had started to press back against Saul’s leg. As she adjusted to the cock in her mouth she felt a faint feeling begin to bloom from her vagina. She gasped around Saul’s cock as she realized she was grinding her hips back and forth on his leg.

She pulled her mouth free from his cock, continuing to stroke it with one hand, “Mhmmm, oh you are bad.”

“I just wanted to make you realize you are doing this for more than just for Mark. You’re enjoying yourself too. Admit it,” Saul pushed his leg against her sexy, making Brooke pushed back harder.

The angle of Saul’s leg and the situation she found herself in were having a magical combination on her body. She looked up at Saul with her big innocent eyes, “I never said I wasn’t enjoying myself.”

She seductively extended her tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock as her first continued to pump it. She barely registered her wedding ring gliding up and down the shaft, “I enjoy having this big cock of yours to play with.”

“Ugh, fuck,” Saul began to moan. Hearing this woman who had previously pushed him away and complain about him, stroking his cock and talking to him like this was getting to be too much. He could feel himself about to cum.

“God, this cock is bigger than I remember. It feels so strong in my hands. So powerful,” Brooke moaned as she put her mouth back on his cock. She could hear the sounds from outside in the backyard begining to get louder. The crowd was chanting something. It must be the countdown.

She wanted to feel Saul’s cock pulse in her hands. Brooke wanted to feel him cum, she wanted to make him cum. She needed to hurrying. She knew once midnight hit people would start to filter out and her disapperance would be noticed. She didn’t want anyone to come looking for her.

She knew enough about Saul from what Mark had told her. She’d met so many men in her life just like Saul, she was confident she could push his buttons and make him cum. Granted, she doubted most men packed the tool he was.

She looked up at him with her innocent, lustfilled eyes, “Mhmmmm, is that what you want to hear Saul? How powerful you feel? God, you walk around at work with this swinging between your legs? No wonder your taking this over at work.”

“Mark, eerr, uh, tell you that? I’m taking over?” Saul said through gritted teeth, trying to hold on and not cum yet.

The crowd outside was getting louder, counting backwards in time with the crowd on the TV.

Brooke sucked on Saul’s cock for several seconds and then came up for air, “Oh yes, he says you are dominating things. Taking things over. Kind of like you are dominating his wife right now, hmmm?”

“Fuck,” Saul could feel his balls begin to tighten. “God I’m going to cum soon.”

Brooke was now grinding herself against Saul’s leg with abandon, her own orgasm quickly bubbling up from beneath the surface, threatening to consume her.

“Give it to me,” Brooke moaned around his cock, “Give me your cum Saul, give me all of it. I want it. Cum for me. Don’t stop.”

Saul roughly grabbed the back of Brooke’s head and pulled her mouth down onto his cock. She gripped the base of his cock for support as he started to face fuck her, pulling her deeper onto his cock.

Her body loved how he just roughly took what he wanted. Her thighs tightened around his leg as she humped herself against him. There it was, her orgasm was just there, right there. About to explode. She was so close she could feel it.

Saul’s cock was running over the entire length of her tongue, the angry head pressing against the back of her throat. The invasion in her mouth was pouring fuel on the fire of her building orgasm. From somwhere distant she thought she heard voices shouting the word ‘FIVE.’

So close. So fucking close, don’t stop. Sarah grinded herself against the fat thigh between her legs, she wasn’t going to let it go. Saul’s nails dug into the back of her head and he held her down onto his cock.

‘FOUR’

Saul grunted, as he pumped his hips forward. His cock disappearing into his coworker’s wife mouth. He could feelt sweat running down his lower back and across his forehead.

‘THREE’

Brooke’s clit was running against the fabric of her panties and against Saul’s thigh. She was drenched and sliding up and down against him. She could feel the impending wave of her orgasm building up to uncontrollable heights, about to crash down and consume her.

‘TWO’

Saul opened his eyes and started into the mirror. His ugly face was looking back at him but this beautiful creature’s head was bobbing up and down between his thighs, her perfect ass bucking against his leg. They were the ultimate contrast but both of them were lost in lust.

‘ONE’

Saul groaned loudly as the crowd outside begin to cheer and applause, his balls tightened and unleashed a massive torrent of cum. It exploded out of his cock and plasted the back of Brooke’s mouth. Feeling the hot cum explode out of the massive tool and begin to fill her mouth was too much for Brooke to handle.

The air was sucked out of the room and the walls crumbled as her orgasm shook her entire being. Her legs wrapped tightly around Saul’s leg as her pussy throbbed, pleasure radiating out causing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

“Mhmmmmmm,” she moaned in orgasmic bliss as another stream of cum shot out and fileld herm mouth. Without any deliberation she imemdiately swallowed Saul’s thick cum.

Saul’s hot cum continued to blast ropes into her mouth. Brooke’s had been holding her breaht through her orgasm and needed air. She swallowed another load that seemed bigger than any she ever taken before.

With a moan she pulled herself off Saul’s cock, “Mhmmm oh fuckk.”

Another load of cum blasted out of his cock and landed directly on her face, hitting her in the eyebrow before it ran down across the bridge of her nose and eye. The sensation of hot cum on her skin caused her orgasm to reverberating through her body.

Another landed on her cheek, and another hit here square in the nose. For that moment Brooke relished the feeling, there was something that was so primal, so fullfilling, so right about what was happening.

Saul lay back, panting, the last bit of cum dripping from his cock. Brooke lay in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she had felt since the Christmas party. She opened the one eye not covered in come and looked lustfily at the unlikely person catching his breath next to her. She looked down at his massive tool and saw the cum starting to leak from it.

Without thinking or hesitation, she leaned forward and licked the cum clean off of it. Saul moaned in response.

The sliding door the back patio opened and the sounds of the party spilled into the house. Brooke sat up and darted to the bathroom to clean her face.

Saul knew this was his cue to make himself scarce. He didn’t want to have to answer any questions from coworkers or draw unwanted scruntinty to himself. He hastily cleaned his cock with the bedsheets, got dressed and headed towards the stairs.

***

Riding the buzz from several beers, Mark looked around his backyard as their guests began to count backwards from ten to signal the new year. He scanned the crowd, looking for Brooke in that red sequin dress.

As the countdown finished, Mark began to walk through the crowd, trying to find his wife. Couples embraced one another around him while others clanked glasses and drank. He couldn’t find Brooke anywhere.

After a few minutes of walking around his backyard and exchanging small talk with passing party guests, he finally decided to head inside and see if Brooke had snuck away from the party for a second.

He followed a group of women through the back patio door. They headed in the direction of the kitchen while Mark made his way to the front of the hours to go upstairs. As he rounded the corner of the hallway he stopped dead in his tracks.

Saul was looking back at him from the frontdoor way with one foot on the porch. They locked eyes. Saul gave him a smirk accompanied by a slight smile and stepped fully out into the night, pulling the door shut behind him.

Mark rushed down the hallway and sped up the stairs to their bedroom. It was empty but the comforter on the bed look ruffled and Brooke’s red sequin dress lay in a pile on the floor. He heard the toliet flush and Brooke emerged from the bathroom.

“There you are,” Brooke smiled lovingly. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get up here.”

“You missed the big finale to the night,” Mark watched her as she crossed in front of him, grabbed her dress and started putting it back on.

“Oh I think I got the big finale up here Mark,” Brooke looked over her shoulder and winked at him as she adjusted the dress around her body. “I’ll tell you about it afterwards. Right now I want to get down and see everybody out. I didn’t want to be up here so long but you know. Zip me up?”

She presented her back to him. With shaking hands, Mark zipped up her dress.

“What happened up here?” Mark asked sheepishly.

“I did what you wanted,” Brooke looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her hair. Sounds from downstairs indicated more people were filtering into the house likely wanting to say goodbye to their hosts. “I entertained your coworker.”

“No,” Brooke said as she stepped up to her husband and ran her hands over his crotch, “I just made sure he left satisfied.”

She puncturated the sentance by licking her lips. The inneudeno wasn’t lost on Mark this time.

“Come on,” Brooke said grabbing his arm, “I know you’re probably going crazy right now but lets get downstairs and say goodbye to everyone.”

Mark was in a daze, his thoughts swimming. He felt like he didn’t know which way was up. He left Brooke guide him downstairs, he had to mentally command his fists to unclench and try to put on a relaxed face as they said their goodbyes to their first wave of departing guests.

Add a bit more in here saying last of the guests left late and Mark found Sarah asleep = not able to have the full conversation.

***

Mark closed his office door and started to walk across the building. He had a mission to accomplish today and even though his brain still didn’t feel as sharp as it should, he needed to take action.

Things had gotten out of hand on New Years and he needed to reign this in. Brooke had told him what happened. She seemed to pleased with herself, that she was doing something sacrifical for him and his fantasy.

Only it wasn’t his fantasy, it was a debilitating situation he found himself. He needed to find a way out for his sake and for Brooke’s. He didn’t want to crush her spirits. They talked about what happened at the New Years party but Mark had cut the conversation short. He didn’t want to keep hearing about it, it made him to angry and he didn’t want to upset Brooke.

If she knew the truth she might blow up and Saul would release the videos of her from Halloween. He was keeping this to protect her but he needed to find a way to get Saul to stop once and for all.

Now he had a plan. He opened his phone’s voice memo app, turned it on and slide it back into the breast pocket of his blazer. Then he stopped walking and knocked on the door to Saul’s office.

“Come in,” he heard from the other side of the door.

The vulture like man was hunched over his computer when Mark stepped into his office. Saul looked up confused, “Mark. What are you doing here?”

Mark closed the door behind him and walked up and stood on the other side of Saul’s des, “I want to talk about whats going on. It’s time to stop. Just because you have a video of my wife doesn’t mean you can just blackmail us and keep putting her in compromising positions.”

Saul sat back in his chair, his fingers making a steeple in front of his face as he eyes Mark. He stayed silent for several seconds before leaning forward, “Mark, I’m not quite sure what you are refering to.”

Enraged Mark shouted, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You have a video of Brooke and now you are holding it over me at work and personaly.”

“Sorry Mark,” Saul said calmly. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Saul stood up and walked past Mark to open the door to his office, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to run to another meeting.”

The fake niceties made Mark’s blood boil. He turned around, shoved past Saul and went back to his office. He sat there, ignoring the emails coming in. He took out his phone and stopped the recording before throwing his phone across his desk.

Mark turned the lights off, sat in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to search for a way out of this predicament. He needed to come clean to Brooke or maybe elist Dave to help. He felt so alone, he needed someone else to help him figure this out.

His thoughts were dashed by a knock at the door. Before he had a chance to respond, the door opened and Saul poked his head in.

“Mark,” he said loudly enough for others to hear, “I thought we could continue our conversation from earlier. Lets go for a little walk and stretch our legs.”

Saul leaned in and said in a lower voice, “Oh and leave your phone where it is.”

Mark glanced at his phone laying facedown on his deck. He sighed, stood up and followed Saul out of his office. Saul led him down a row of cubicles, past the storage room and down another hallway until he pushed open the door the the stairway.

Mark had never been in the stairway before and couldn’t think of anyone ever mentioning it. The door fell shut behind him.

Saul leaned against the fall way and fished in his pocket until he retrieved a lighter and cigarette. He didn’t ask Mark if he’d mind, instead he lit the cigarette and took a long drag from it. Mark ironically noticed the ‘No Smoking’ sign on the wall behind Saul.

“Nice try,” Saul said as he blew a cloud of smoke up into the air, “You almost had me for a second there.”

Mark stayed silent, not wanting to play whatever game Saul wanted to.

“The quiet treatment, huh?” Saul shrugged, “Well, if you really wanted to make a recording today how about this. I want you to make a recording for me. Sometime this week, when you go home and make love to that sweet, sweet wife of yours, I want you to do a little roleplay. I want you to record on your phone, just the same way you tried to entrapt me, record the sounds of your sex sessions with the wife. Only this time I want you to do a bit of roleplay and dirty talk. Why dont you roleplay pretending to be me, fucking that wife of yours and make her moan my name, how about that?”

“Fuck you,” Mark spat, “I’m not going to do it. What if I just go talk to the police or see what HR thinks of all of this?”

Saul smiled, “Try it. You know, thanks to that promotion you helped me get, I have all sorts of wonderful new things I can do. Like did you know I can access all the mail servers and alter the email logs? Its funny I can even send emails addressed by the CEO. Thats a lot of power, don’t you think? Before you start threatining me, just think how bad it would look if you’ve sent me threatening emails? Almost like a pattern of abuse. I don’t know if the police or HR would trust your story too much then.”

“Bastard,” Mark stared daggers at Saul, “Fuckng bastard.”

Mark turned, threw open the door and slammed it behind himself.

Saul let out a slow breath as smoke poured from his nostrils. Mark was getting very agravated, Saul would need to be careful. He wasn’t sure what Mark would try to do next. Saul thought it would be a good idea to get out of the office and try to claim his prize earlier than he had planned.

He slide his phone out of his pocket and opened up the app that allowed him to text Brooke from Mark’s number.

***

Brooke stared at her phone in disbelief. She had just returned home from her yoga class. She was wearing a tight pair of pink lululemon pants and a black and pink tank top. Her brunette locks were pulled back into a pony tail. She almost spit out the water she was drinking as she finished reading Mark’s text.

> Babe, I really want you to sleep with Saul. I know its crazy but I need this and I think you do to. Just knowing it is happeninng is enough to drive me wild. The idea of you ‘cheating’ is just so hot….thats why I asked Saul to go pick up something at the house right now. He is on his way.”

Brooke was flabbergasted. It had only been a few days since she had sucked Saul’s cock on New Years night. Mark hadn’t seemed too excited by what had happened and they hadn’t talked about it too much. But now he wanted her to escalate things and actually fuck Saul? It was all happening to fast, she hadn’t expected this.

She assumed if anything would happen Mark would want to be present to watch but maybe she didn’t fully understand this fantasy of his.

The thought of Saul naked coming towards her with his cock pointing at her made her realize she was already wet. She shouldn’t be like this. They shouldn’t be like this right now but somehow she found herself thinking about Mark’s older coworker.

She wondered what the sex would actually be like with someone like that. She couldn’t imagine he had the best stamina. Yes his cock might be big and strong but she didn’t expect him to really know how to use it.

Memories of her time on the dance floor with Saul and the way he roughly fucked her mouth on New Years Eve came flooding back into her mind. Maybe he did know what he was doing.

Still, this was all too much too fast. She tried calling Mark but there was no answer. She started to type a message to her husband when the doorbell rang.

Brooke froze. She stood in her kitchen with her phone in her hand wondering if she actually heard the doorbell or if she just imagined it. She didn’t dare even breath.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Brooke set her phone down on the counter and sheepishly walked towards the hallway to glance at the door. She knew she had to answer it. She longed to see what was behind the door.

Brooke turned the handle on the door and opened it. Her husband’s coworker Saul was standing there smelling like dirty cigarettes. He looked as sloppily put together as usual, with his oversized dress clothes that needed to be replaced or at least ironed.

He slowly eyed her from her feet to her chest in the way that she normally would cringe at a man doing to her. When his gaze finally broke from the trance of her sports bra clad breasts, he looked up at her eyes, “Mark, uh, heh, he sent me here to get something he said. Do you know what he meant?”

Brooke tried to come up with a response that would help her gauge what Mark really wanted to happen right now but her brain wasn’t coming up with anything.

Sensing her reluctance, Saul stepped into Brooke’s home and eased the door shut behind himself.

He scanned his eyes over her body again. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, her face appeared flush. She had her arms crossed over her chest trying to conceal herself and look in control.

“So,” Saul said taking a step towards her with a stupid grin on his face, “Do you know what Mark sent me here to get?”

Brooke sensed her personal boundaries shrinking. She inadvertly glanced down at Saul’s crotched. Even with the baggy pants she could see his cock beginning to rise in response to her presence.

“Not really!” Brooke said as she weaved away from Saul. She backed down the hallway, maintaining eye contact with the man. Even though she didn’t know how to handle this situation her polite and courterous programming still didn’t want to offsend him, “Let me just text Mark and I’ll see if I can find whatever it is he sent you here for.”

Brooke rounded the corner into her kitchen and scrambled to grab her phone. As she unlocked the screen she could hear Saul’s footsteps approaching her. She kept her focus on the screen, opening her conversation with Mark until she felt Saul press himself against her backside. His hands ran down her bare arms until they came to rest on the phone in her hands. He gently lowered it to the counter, he conversation with Mark still displayed on the screen.

“I think you know exactly what Mark sent me here for,” Saul whispered in her ear.

Brooke closed her eyes and she felt the hard cock pressing into her perfect ass. It was a full minute before she realized her body was gently swaying side to side in time with Saul’s hips.

“Uh,” The soft moan escaped her lips betraying her. Saul grinned as her ground his ass into Mark’s perfect little wife.

Saul let go of her arms and let his hands begin to explore her body. As his hands ran across her chest, Brooke’s breath caught in her throat. Saul gently mauled and caressed her supple breasts over her sports bra. He leaned forward and sniffed her hair.

“Yum, you smell like strawberries,” his hands left her breasts and ran down the sides of her body untl his thumbs hooked under the waistband of her Lululemon pants. He gently started to tug them down.

Brooke bit her lip but didn’t resist as the foul man behind her lowere her pants. She knew that he would soon be greeted by the sight of her ass in a little purple thong. She knew how wrong this was, that she should stop it. But this is what Mark wanted right? She was just fulfilling one of her husband’s ultimate fantasies. Deep down, she didn’t want to admit to herself that she just longed for a satisying fuck. It had been so long since Mark had been able to make her cum through sex.

Saul started running one hand over her bare ass cheeks as his other hand worked on undoing his belt. Brooke heard the buckle clatter off the marble tile floor of her kitchen as she felt Saul’s naked cock press itself between her ass cheeks, running up and down them.

Brooke opened her eyes and stared across the island, into the living room beyond and through the large bay windows looking out onto the street. She saw her neighbors walking past the side walk in front of her houe, oblivious that the sanctity of her marriage was about to crumble.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about this,” Saul said from behind her. He slide his cock down her ass crack until he started poking between her thighs. He pushed forward until his cock was resting against her thong covered pussy, much the say way it had during the Christmas paty. “Oh your fucking soaked huh? Tell me that you’ve thought about this.”

“I have,” Brooke could barely get the words out. She was breathing too hard, “I’ve thought about it.”

Saul gripped her thong and slide it to the side. His bare cock was now touching her unprotected pussy. Saul began to push himself forward, running the length of his cock against her pussy lips.

“When was the first time?” Saul asked, “When was the first time that you thought about what it would be like to fuck me?”

“Ugh, mhmmm,” Brooke mewed as she felt the large cock sliding against her. “The Christmas party.”

“That was a good night, you sure had your hands full,” Saul chuckled as he pulled his cock back, dipped his hips and began to line up his cock with her wet, waiting entrance.

“Not…” Brooke moaned as she felt Saul’s cock head press directly against her opening, “Not that Christmas paty…”

Saul was stunned, “You mean the year before? The one where you got me in shit for dancing with you?”

“Yes….” Brooke hung her head, “I felt how big you were. I wondered what it would be like to feel it. In me.”

Saul leaned forward and stuck his mouth next to her ear, “Well you don’t have to wonder anymore.”

Saul grabbed a hold of her hips and shoulder and thrust his entire length into Brooke’s married pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Brooke shouted as her hands gripped onto the counter for leverage.

Saul pulled his entire cock back until just the head was still embedded in her pussy and pushed himself fully back into her. He increased his pace and kept pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Fuck,” Brooke moaned from the relentless fucking Saul was giving her. This is what she had needed, what she had been craving for months now. Saul pushed on the small of her back, pushing her torso down onto the counter. Brooke held on for dear life as Saul fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before.

“I want you naked,” Saul said through gritted teeth as he pounded Mark’s wife. He tugged at her spots bra, “Take this off.”

Without any debate, Brooke reached over herself and pulled the sports bra up over her head. It fell somewhere on the floor near by. Saul pushed her backdown onto the counter, her bare breasts pressing against the cold granite.

Saul gripped her tanned hips with one hand and pistoned his cock in and out of the young wife splayed out before him. This is what we had wanted all this time, for Mark’s wife to let him fuck her.

Her pussy was gripped his cock hard, her hips were pushing back onto his cock. He could tell she was working herself up towards an orgasm.

“Mhmmmmm,” Brooke moaned as Saul’s bare cock spread her wide open. The head of his cock pressing hard against her sensitive area. She could feel her body growing warmer. She pushed back hard against Saul’s cock, trying to take more of it into her body. She could feel it building inside of her, he orgasm ready to unleash itself. It felt like a long lost friend, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. A mind shattering orgasm from a hard cock inside of her.

As these thoughts started to swirl in her head and she started to focus on the impending release, Saul slowed his pace and stopped pushing into her as rapdily.

“Wha? What? Why’d you stop?” Brooke asked, she felt her orgasm slowly fading, falling out of her grasp.

“I want to her you beg me for it. Beg your husband’s coworker for his cock. Tell me how much you want it?” Saul sneered watching Brooke’s perfect ass push back towards him, seeking his cock.

“Ugh,” Brooke moaned. She just needed to feel that orgasm rack itself across her body. She’d say anything if it meant Saul would slam his cock back into her, “Fuck Saul. I need it. Give it to me. Give me your big, nasty cock. I want it in me right now. Please Saul, fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours…..”

Before Brooke could finish her sentance, Saul slammed his entire length into her.

“Fuck,” Brooke gasped renewing her grip on the counter. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Saul merely grunted in reply. He pounded the young wife with his cock as sweat started dripping off his forehead. Feeling her pussy milk his cock reminded him of how sweet it felt to fuck her on Halloween night when she thought it was her husband.

Now there was no mask and no illusions. She knew it was Saul fucking her.

“Ughhhh,” Brooke moaned. Her orgasm was rapdily recovering and coming roaring back. It happened faster than she thought it would.

Brooke spread her palms out wide against the counter as she pushed herself up and arched her back, her large breasts swaying free for any passerbys to see, “Fffffuuuuck.”

The orgasm ripped through her body igniting every nerve ending on fire. She stood on her tippy toes as her entire body grew stiff and her mouth hung open agape.

“Uhhhhh, mmhmmmmm,” she moaned as her body gripped Saul’s cock holding it place, ensuring she bilked out the full orgasm.

Saul watched as her body quivered on his cock. He stopped thrusting as her pussy seemed to have a deathgrip on his cock, holding in place. Breathing hard, he stood there catching his breath as he watched the young brunette godesss in front of him come down from her orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Brooke panted as she breathed for the first time since her orgasm started, “Holy shit that was amazing.”

Her ass started to push back onto Saul’s cock, eager to elicite another orgasm from his tool. Saul pulled himself fully out of the young wife, much to her shock.

He beant down and grabbed her legs from her her knees and another arm wrapped around her back as he picked her up. Brooke was caught completely off guard as she found herself being carried through her house by Saul. She looked up into his pot-marked face and beady eyes, “What the hell are you doing?”

She couldn’t tell if her angry tone was due to him just deciding to pick her up or the fact that he wasn’t fucking her to another orgasm.

“Taking you upstairs,” Saul wheezed as he began to ascend the staircase. He wasn’t used to so much physical exertion.

Saul carried Brooke up the stairs and kicked open the bedroom door. He dropped her onto the bed that he was growing more familair with and crawled on top of her.

Brooke immediately opened her legs as Saul crawled between them. He looked down and smiled at the sight before him. Mark’s wife was willingly opening her legs for him, her naked breasts were on display for him, shining with sweat. Her beautiful face wore a mask of lust as she stared up at him intently.

Saul shifted his hips and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She welcomed him in by wrapping her long legs around his hips, pulling as much of his cock into her as possible. Saul collasped onto his elbows as his lips pressed against hers. Brooke moaned into his moutth as she opened hers, letting his cigarette laden tongue creep in.

Saul groaned as he felt Brooke’s tongue dancing with his, feeling her fingers digging into his lower back as she beconded him to continue. He was in heaven, not only was Brooke the sexiest woman he had ever been with, but she was also the youngest. It had been a long time since he had slept with any woman. And the fact that she was Mark’s wife was just icing on the cake. He finally won. He throughly dominated Mark in every way imaginable.

He broke their passionate kiss, pulling himself up to stare into her pretty eyes, “What would Mark say if he was here right now?”

“Mhm,” Brooke grunted as she thrust her body back onto Saul’s massive cock, “He’d probably tell you to shut up and keep fucking me.”

“Heh,” Saul smiled as he felt his cock sliding in and out of Brooke’s wet pussy. She was so strong down here, the muscles inside of her were expertly gripping his cock, pulling him deeper into her, unwilling to let him go, “What would you tell him if he were here.”

Brooke could feel another orgasm building up inside of her. Every part of her body felt hypersensitive. Her nipples dragged across Saul’s flabby chest each time he thrust himself back into her, “I’d tell him to sit down and watch me. Watch your asshole cowoker fuck the shit out of me like you haven’t been able to.”

Saul contained his grin. His planning and dosing of Mark’s protein shake seemed to work better than expected, “Mark not giving you what you want lately? Don’t worry Uncle Saul will take good care of you.”

“Ughhh fuck me Saul,” Brooke moaned. She spread her fingers out over his back, her nails digging into her skin and she pulled on him, “Keep going, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Saul was panting. Not just from the physical exertion but the build up inside of himself was getting close. He could feel his balls starting to tighten as they prepared to unleash a massive amount of cum.

“Tell me to cum Brooke. It’s not going to be long now,” Saul grunted.

“Cum. Cum for me. Cum for me,” Brooke squeled as her body started to increase its tempo, thrusting back against Saul’s relentless cock.

“Whose cum do you want baby?” Sweat was dripping off of Saul’s forehead, falling onto Brooke’s heaving chesst. “Say it.”

“Yours Saul.’ Brooke moaned as her hands fells to her chest and started massing her breasts. Her eyes were closed as she spoke, “I want your cum Saul. Saul, give me you cum. Fuck, don’t stop. Give it to me. Give to me Saul. Ugh, God. Oh fuck. Fuck.”

Brooke’s toes curled and her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back into the air. A powerful orgasm radiated out from her pussy as it gripped Saul’s cock, washing over her entire being.

“Fuck. Here it comes Brooke, take my load,” Saul pushed forward and felt his balls untighten as a torrent of cum blasted out of his cock and sprayed the naked insides of his coworker’s wife.

Brooke felt the hot, heavy cum filling her up as Saul’s cock continued to expand, shooting more and more of it inside of her. Feeling another’s man’s cum fill her seemed to unlock something in her. Her orgasm twsited and morphed and slammed back down on her as it rolled into a second larger orgasm that crescendo as her pussy milked more and more cum from Saul’s cock.

Saul gritted his teeth and contiued to pump his cock into Mark’s wife, wanting to feed her every last drop of his cum. Her pussy gripped his cock and took everything he had to offer.

They lay together, connected and panting for several minutes before Saul rolled off of her. As much as Brooke wanted to just collapse and fall asleep, she swung her legs off the bed and akwardly moved to the bathroom, trying not to spill Saul’s cum on her carpeted floor.

She closed the bathroom door and went about cleaning herself. Saul laid in the bed with a shit eating grin on his face. He knew he was laying in the spot where Mark would sleep tonight. He smiled at the thought. I wonder if I can maneuver this so I sleep up here with Brooke and Mark has to take the couch. That would be something.

He did wonder just how far he could push Mark before he snapped. Fucking his wife in their marital bed might just do the trick. He’d have to be careful and gauge the man’s reaction. Maybe it would be wise to dial things back a bit in case Mark started connecting certain dots Saul didn’t want connected.

After twenty minutes of Brooke being in the bathroom, Saul started to get the hint that she might be hiding in there waiting for him to leave. He got dressed and headed downstairs.

As he was opening the door, he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him. Brooke was coming down the stairs, holding a white bed sheet around herself. She slowed her pace as she saw Saul standing her, waiting.

“Coming to wish me goodbye?” Saul asked, his shoulders hunched over reminding Brooke of a vulture.

“Just wanted to make sure the door was locked,” Brooke said.

Saul let go of the door and stepped up to Brooke. She didn’t move. He ran a hand behind he and grabbed a handful of her ass as he pulled her to him.

“Give me a kiss for the road,” Saul leaned forward, pressing his lips together. To her own surprise, Brooke leaned forward and kissed him. This lips blending together, exchanging saliva. Their tongues politely, almost lovingly caressing one another.

Brooke eventually broke the kiss looking embarrsed.

Saul trotted over to the door, “I’ll can’t wait for next time.”

“Who said there is going to be a next time?” Brooke tried to stay in the shadows so her neighbors wouldn’t see her state of undress.

Saul looked down at her erect nipples poking out from behind the bedsheets. He nodded to them, causing Brooke to look down and try to cover them with one hand while holding up the bedsheet.

“Oh, I’m sure there is going to be a next time,” Saul pulled the door closed behind him.

Brooke quickly ran up to the door and locked it. She turned putting her back against the door and let out a long breath. Her brain was still processing the events of the afternoon. She wanted to go back to the kitchen, find her phone and update Mark but what she really needed was a warm shower and to zone out.

Brooke held the bed sheets to her breasts to retain her modesty and went upstairs to start the shower.

***

Mark gribbed the steering wheel tightly as he drove down the freeway towards his home. He needed to figure out a way to get out of this mess, he just wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go to get there.

He looked down at his phone mounted on his dashboard. The unsuccessful recording of Saul earlier in the day still stung. He couldn’t bare the idea of recording himself role playing as Saul with his wife. But not only could Saul expose the video of Brooke but now he could actually do serious damage to Mark’s professional reputation. Saul had successfully cut off the only plan Mark had been able to muster up.

Mark shook his head as he drove home, trying to dislodge the fuzziness he had been experiencing. Hopefully the psyatrist could help him clear it up, he needed to think straight to figure out his next steps.

For now, he slouched his shoulders and decided he might have to make the recording Saul wanted, at least to by himself some time.