She Thinks I Don't Know - 4/8
Another trip to The Diamond unveils another secret.
Content warning: This story contains Dub-con themes. Someone gets punched in this part, too. Please be aware.
Previously -
My cock was so hard it hurt. Fortunately, I was in the right place to take care of it. Pushing against the wall, I let the stranger on the other side feast upon me. She sucked and licked, stroked me with her hands while slapping me on her face. This woman, whoever she was, was clearly no stranger to a glory hole.
The RFID chip my wife didn’t know was in her purse told me she was still at the restaurant they went to after leaving Jennie’s place, so I knew I had some time before they arrived here at The Diamond.
No matter how angry I felt, it was impossible to deny that I was also extremely turned on. My rigid shaft had been rubbing against my jeans, becoming very distracting. I felt I needed a release, to keep me focused on tonight’s task — to gather blackmail information on Jennie.
Leaving my mother with the boys again, I got set up and went to The Diamond to wait. A baseball cap and thick-rimmed glasses would hopefully make me harder to recognize. The glasses also contained a miniature camera, so I would be able to get some hard evidence of Jessica’s and Jennie’s dalliances.
My anonymous partner increased the level of suction and also began humming, another trick I definitely enjoyed. I relished the sensations as her throat buzzed around my cock head.
After several minutes of musical stimulation, I finally exploded in her mouth with a grunt. She gulped my sperm hungrily, sucking hard to pull out the last drops.
“Dios mio, que rico semen tienes, Papi,” I heard the woman say.
“Muchos gracias!” I said as I left.
I went back downstairs to wait for the slutty sisters to arrive. Even though I had just climaxed, the thought that my wife would soon be on her knees, sucking anonymous cocks, was bringing blood flow back to my penis already. It still bothered me how much I seemed to like this.
But I had to admit, one thing I wasn’t feeling was jealousy. It really didn’t bother me that another man would use my wife’s mouth. I knew my anger and need for revenge were mostly due to her lying. In fact, a small part of me wanted her to do this if that’s what she needed. And my recently sucked cock was beginning to grow.
Of course, the atmosphere in the club was sexually overloaded, so that probably contributed to my returning arousal. A popular spot for bachelor parties, The Diamond was packed. Groups of men, couples, and even women were drinking and watching the action on the various stages.
Strippers spun from poles and wandered through the crowd collecting tips in their G- strings. On the central stage, two excited young women on their hands and knees bounced their bottoms together with increasing vigor. The purple double-headed dildo connecting the pair glistened with their juices. The harder they went; the more money was thrown onto the platform.
Maybe Clark Kent was onto something, because the ladies didn’t recognize me when they arrived. I did stay back, so it might have been that they just didn’t see me at all. I was still close enough to capture some damning photos, however.
Jennie and Jessica entering the club and having a drink didn’t look so bad, but the pictures got worse. I took pictures of them going up the stairs to the glory hole rooms, then a shot of Jennie entering room 3 as Jessica went into 4. Then, a shot of me entering the other side of room 3.
Once inside, I ducked down quickly with my eye close to the hole to get a couple of snaps of Jennie on the other side. But the smoking gun was the video. By holding the glasses frames by my hip, I was able to film my sister-in-law taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
At that point, I dropped my glasses and leaned in to enjoy my second blowjob of the evening. As before, Jennie was almost violent in her attack on my cock. Slamming herself down onto my thick shaft, she repeatedly forced me deeply into her larynx. I recognized now that, unlike Jessica, Jennie had her mother’s throat.
My sister-in-law was truly a cocksucking master. As before, she pulled out all her tricks. Slight scraping of her teeth and occasional nibbles combined with licking and kissing. Like her mom, Jennie could take me completely, taking me deep in her throat. After a few minutes she started humming, thrilling me as always. I’m not sure if she did it to pleasure me, or if she was just so happy with a mouthful of dick, and it didn’t matter. I leaned in to enjoy.
Since this was my second of the night, I did take longer than last time Jennie serviced me, but not by much. Once again, she was able to coax an enormous load out of me, swallowing desperately to capture it all.
I grunted and groaned until my release was ended then pulled back through the hole.
“I remember you, Mr. Tasty Cum,” I heard Jennie say. “Thanks again, you are truly delicious.”
In Mr. Tasty’s low voice, I replied, “The pleasure was all mine, thank you.” Then I quickly got out of there, making sure she couldn’t see me.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard another door open behind me. A glance over my shoulder let me see that someone was coming out of room 4. This guy had just been sucked off by my wife, the lucky bastard.
I continued to head down the stairs to leave the club, but my curiosity got the better of me. I ducked around the bottom of the stairs and let the guy behind me go past. Then I turned to follow him.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. I had to see this lucky guy. When he exited the club and entered the more brightly lit store, I was mortified to see he was my brother, Dean.
I picked up my pace to catch up outside and was a few steps behind him when he got close to his car.
“Hey, Dean,” I called out.
He turned, looking startled at first, then relaxing when he recognized me.
“Jacob,” he asked, “what are you doing here? And what’s with the glasses?”
Rather than answer, I stepped closer and delivered a stiff left jab to his belly, growling, “That’s for lying to your wife!”
A right cross to his face quickly followed, as I yelled, “And that’s for putting your dick in mine!”
Dean staggered back against his car, bent over and covering up with his arms.
“What the fuck are you talking about, bro?” my genuinely puzzled brother asked.
“Jessica is in booth 4,” I confessed. “She thinks I don’t know, so you better not tell her.”
“Wow, that is fucked up, Jacob. But you’ve got to believe me, I didn’t know it was her. I didn’t say anything, she didn’t say anything, we just got down to business.”
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she?” I couldn’t help but ask him.
“You’re not jealous?”
“I’m much more pissed off about her hiding it from me, to tell the truth. But I do have plans in motion, so you better keep your mouth shut.”
I took a step back and continued, “And you’re still cheating on Lida. I’m a little sensitive to that right now.”
“It’s OK, dude,” he said, “Lida knows exactly where I am and what I’m doing. I’d rather you didn’t bring it up with her, but we have an arrangement.”
While I wasn’t sure I believed him, I was out of time to discuss it further.
“If you say so. I have to get going because Mom is watching the boys. Put some ice on that eye.”
I watched him get in his car and I followed behind, racing to relieve my mother.
“Hello dear, I’m back from Jacob’s,” Gladys called out as she entered her front door.
“Mmm-hmm,” she heard in reply.
“I’m worried about him. I think something is going on with him and Jessica.”
“Mmm-hmm?”
“I’m not sure exactly, but he’s an adult and will let us know if he needs us.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And now to deal with you. Well, aren’t you a good boy? Exactly where I left you.”
Gladys approached her naked husband who was strapped to a modified chair in the middle of the kitchen. She removed the panel gag to allow him to speak.
“Of course, Mistress. I wouldn’t dream of disobeying you.”
“Well, look at that. You’re hard as a rock! Better than Viagra. I told you Mistress Zatanna Dark was right!”
“Yes, Mistress Gladys.”
“Silence!” she yelled. She put the gag back in her husband’s mouth. Gladys stripped off her coat, revealing she only was only wearing stockings, high-heeled shoes, and a leather bustier.
She reached underneath the chair to gently smack her husband’s balls as they hung like a grandfather clock’s weights through the hole in the seat. While there, she also twisted the vibrating butt plug that was firmly inserted up his ass.
“I know you enjoyed the random vibrations I sent by the puddle of precum on the floor. That’s why I had you put the plastic down.”
“Mmm-hmm!”
Stepping one leg over her husband’s thigh and into the specially designed stirrup, Gladys lowered her silver-maned pussy down onto his rigid cock.
“No cumming until I say!” she commanded.
To be continued —
