If you haven’t already read what has happened to us, go back and catch up.
The short version is that we had some storm damage at our house, and an electrician who was doing the repair work found some pictures and videos of my wife Lisa in the attic. He ultimately blackmailed us into allowing him to have sex with her. He said it was going to be a one-time thing, but eventually, he came calling again, and the second time, he turned up the intensity, doing things to my wife that I still can’t get out of my mind.
After that second time, it was clear that he wasn’t going to stop. I’m not sure I would either. Lisa is a beautiful and classy, and he essentially had her as his personal fuck-doll. So in all reality, I’m not sure I would stop either. But obviously, we had to stop this, or it was going to continue on forever.
About a week after the second episode, I decided to do a little research on this guy, and what I found was the answer we needed. I looked up his business on Facebook, which had a link to his personal page. So I started digging, and was shocked to see that he was married. He was married with three kids and a beautiful wife of his own.
I immediately went to Lisa and told her what I had found. She was surprised too. Why would he be doing this if he had a wife of his own? Obviously, he had a perverted side that he had found a way to act out. I told Lisa, “I’m gonna find out everything I can about him. We’ll figure out some way to stop this.”
I hadn’t been out of the room for more than five minutes when Lisa walked in and said, “I’ve got an idea.”
“OK, let me hear it,” I said.
“What if you tell him that I actually enjoyed it, and we’re open to him coming over again, and when he does, we’ll have our own camera’s setup. After we’ve got him recorded having sex with another woman, we can threaten to show his wife if it doesn’t stop.”
I thought about it for a minute, and while I didn’t love the idea of him fucking Lisa again, it sounded like a pretty good plan. We talked and talked, to make sure we weren’t leaving some piece of the plan out, and finally agreed that this should work.
So, I sent him a text. “I know this may catch you by surprise, but this situation has sparked something in us. Maybe something about the erotica of it all, but Lisa would be open to seeing you again if you’re interested.”
I felt kind of stupid writing it out, almost like I was a damn salesman, offering my wife to this guy.
Well, it took him all of two minutes to reply, “Hell yeah. I’m definitely interested. Would Monday or Tuesday be OK?”
We ultimately decided Monday night would be perfect. I sent the text on Saturday, so that would give us enough time to get a camera rig, plus the kids were sleeping over at their grandparents house that night, so Lisa could be alone.
We went ahead to Best Buy and picked up a spy cam kit they had which was tiny and wouldn’t ever be noticed. We went and grabbed a bite to eat, had a couple drinks, and headed back home where we ended up having some of the best sex I can remember. Lisa was like a wildcat that night. She was wearing a slutty lingerie set with pink high heels, and she was all over me.
I asked her, “Are you horny thinking about him fucking you again?”
She laughed a little, and said, “No! I’m just horny for you, babe.”
Whatever was on her mind, she was turned on big time, which turned into a great night for me.
Monday finally came and I headed into work. Throughout the day, just like last time, I was anxious, but also somewhat turned on as I thought about what was happening. It was crazy. I was pissed and wanted it over with, but it was also pretty crazy thinking about it.
He had planned to be there at 6:00 again, but sent me another text just to confirm. Just as it had been the other two times, he didn’t want me there, so I stayed at work, then went to get supper and a drink before heading home.
They were supposed to be done at 8:30, so I got home at about 8:40 and immediately went back to the bedroom. Lisa was sitting up on the bed and looked like she had been crying. I asked her what happened.
This is her version of how the night went:
He got here right at 6:00 and we had a double-shot margarita while making small talk. He had brought the stuff to make drinks, and it was STRONG. While we were drinking, he was rubbing my face and telling me how sexy I was. It was surprisingly comfortable. After all, we’ve done this a couple of times already, so…
I could really feel the alcohol kicking in and felt like the room was spinning. He reached over and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and I shoved mine back into his. Then he told me to go change into something sexy and he’d be back to the bedroom in a few minutes.
I remembered that he had told me he loved seeing me in stockings, so I got some white stockings, black heels, and that little pink micro-dress I wear sometimes, which makes me look like a freakin’ hooker.
He walked in and loved what I was wearing. He told me how sexy I was and that he was so glad I wanted to be with him again. We started kissing hard, which led to his hands rubbing all over my body. Within minutes, he had my dress slid up and my panties slid down to my ankles. He pulled up one of my legs and started rubbing my pussy, which was honestly soaking wet and throbbing at this point.