Blackmailing My Wife

Oh god. That was not easy.

I almost lost myself completely.

I would've been banished — a wandering soul forever.

But I won.

My wife's spirit was strong. I can feel it in her muscles. She fought me for control of her body to the very end. I kept silent so she wouldn't know it is me.

Her clit is hard. Fighting for possession brought up strange feelings, and one of them was arousal. Domination.

I have my finger pressed against it. I'm holding on.

I listen for my wife to speak inside of me. To try evict my soul. But she is silent. Her soul will hibernate safely inside of me until I'm finished with what I have to do.

Then I will let go and return to my old form.

I met him at a bar. He was the bartender. A nice guy. Open.

"I want you to have some fun with my wife."

"Uh. . . okay. I mean. Is she good looking?"

"Here's her." I held up my phone.

"Not bad." He wiped the counter. "And what's in it for me?"

"$10,000"

He smirked. "Make it $12,000."

"Fine."

He smirked even more. "And what's the catch? There's alway a catch."

"The catch is you are going to help me get a divorce." He nodded.

"And I will be there."

"Be there how?"

"You'll see."

"Here's her phone. Now help me make a blackmail video."

"This is a little weird."

"I didn't say it wouldn't be. There's a big envelope with $12,000 on the bedside stand. It's certainly cheaper than a drawn out divorce. And besides, you won't have to do much. I'll take care of you. Just forget it's me."

"That's kind of hard to do."

"Then why are you so hard, big guy?"

"Because your wife is cute."

"Yes, she is. Now hit record and let's get this over with."

"How much footage are we taking?"

"Honestly, we only need a moment. This will be the easiest $12,000 you've ever earned."

"I have to say, I'm beginning to think you're right about that."

"Is it recording?"

"Say cheese."

"Cheese."

"Oh. You just licked my cock."

"I did. Mmmfff."

"Fuck. Did you practice before this?"

"On a banana."

"Not bad."

"Now try not to talk, this has to be convincing. This could already be over but now you've ruined the video."

"Sorry."

"End the video and start a new one. Let's get this over with."

"Okay. Quiet on the set. 3. 2. 1. Action."

"Fuck."

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"You do that really well."

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"I think we have enough now."

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"Hey. Do you hear me?"

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"I said I think we have enough video."

"Fuck."

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"Will you at least stop for one second and tell me what the plan is?"

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"You said we only needed a little footage, right? It's been a few minutes."

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"Look, I'm getting close."

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"Hey, I'm serious. I'm nearing the edge. You're going to make me come."

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"Oh, fuck. The way you're running your tongue under my cock."

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"Oh god, I'm about to come in your mouth."

"Oh fuck. You're speeding up?!"

"Oh. . . I'm coming! I'm coming!"

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Days Later

"Yes. He didn't come home from work."

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"Well, I don't know where he went. If I knew, I wouldn't be calling you?"

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"I called the cops. They looked around the apartment."

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"They just filed a missing persons report and said they'd keep an eye out.

"No, mom. I'm okay."

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"I sound different because I'm worried."

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"I mean — He did mention he had a business trip coming up. I'm guessing that's where he is. But it's better to be on the safe side. He's been acting weird lately."

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"Yeah, I did tell his family, too. I took care of everything."

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"Thanks. I love you, too. I'll go now. I'm supposed to meet with a friend tonight."

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"Bye mom."

After he came in my mouth things got kind of quiet.

I wiped him from my lips and then cleaned him up with my tongue for a moment. He watched me pensively.

"Do you want to go to bed?"

He held up the phone.

"Do we need this?"

I shook my head.

"No, we won't need it anymore."

I pushed him to his back and climbed on top. I rode him until I came.

He hasn't asked any questions. In fact, he hasn't been weird at all about this. He's actually been kind of sweet. It's been a nice few days.

He hasn't touched the $12,000. It still sits on the bedside stand. I don't think he's going to take it.

Sometimes I excuse myself and watch the video we made and touch myself. I'm not sure what came over me. It just made me feel like a woman to have his cock in my mouth.

Her mom texts. Her friends. I write them back just like she would. Then I swipe back and go back to touching myself.

I look at at the woman going down on him and think "that's me." I admire how passionately I pleased him. Then I watch him come in my mouth.

I dug into my wife's lingerie cabinet and found some nice things for him, but eventually he just tears them off and has his way with me. He did keep on my black stockings, I've made a note he likes those.

He came inside of me.

He fucked me standing up in them. He came, shooting into me twice, then he pulled out and came on my stockinged thigh. I watched him do it as his come dripped out of me to the floor. I straddled the little puddle with my tall black heels.

He walks up behind me and embraces me. He plays with my hair and speaks sweetly in my ear. "We've been inside for a few days. Do you want to go out tonight? I know a nice place. It's fancy so you'll have to dress up."

I nod, thinking about my wife's black cocktail dress.

"Okay."

I smile. My clit is getting erect thinking of her lacey black thong. I excuse myself to the master bathroom and hold on to my clit, and try to forget I ever existed.

And it's easy.