Cheater Page 7

  “Shit,” Josh cursed, and cursed again more loudly when Miguel closed the door behind her. He fumbled with his laptop, booting up the iPhone spyware as quickly as possible. Finally he managed to turn the microphone on.

  Emily handed Miguel something that looked like a mailing envelope and the audio finally cut in. “—you wanted,” she was saying.

  Miguel opened the envelope and flipped through its contents. “This is all of it?”

  Emily nodded. “Two hundred dollars. It’s pretty much everything I had in savings.”

  Miguel glanced at her, then chuckled. “Your husband has much more, right? He has a good job, I bet. You’re saving for a house, maybe a car?”

  Emily was shifting nervously from foot to foot. “I really don’t know. Josh handles all of our finances. I took the money out of my personal account. I don’t want him to get suspicious.”

  Miguel thumbed through the bills in the envelope again, lost in thought. Josh guessed that he was thinking of all the things he could buy with it. “This is good, Emily, It will do for half.”

  “Half?” She looked confused. “Half of what? You said to bring two hundred.”

  Josh gritted his teeth. “Son of a bitch.” In retrospect it seemed obvious that Miguel would demand money sooner or later. He felt foolish that he hadn’t seen it coming.

  Miguel casually tossed the envelope onto his rickety kitchen table. “Two hundred is half of what you owe me, Emily.”

  “Owe you? Owe you for what?”

  “For teaching you how to be a real woman.” There was a knock on the door, and Miguel smiled. His grin split his face in an ugly way. “And now it’s time for another lesson.”

  He opened the door and held it wide, and a blonde woman walked in. From the very first sight of her, Josh’s most primitive impulses seized control of his brain. She had the exaggerated curves of a porn star, and walked with a sort of sexual swagger that made him want to follow her around like a puppy.

  Miguel closed the door behind her. “This is Tiffany. I wanted you two to meet.”

  Emily looked back and forth between Miguel and the new girl. “What’s going on?”

  Tiffany gave her a sympathetic look, then glanced at Miguel. “You mean you haven’t told her?”

  Miguel smirked. “It’s better when it’s a surprise.”

  “When what’s a surprise?” Emily asked, even more confused. “Miguel, you promised if I brought you the money that you’d—”

  “Soon, Emily,” Miguel soothed her, crossing the room and placing his hands on her shoulders. “But first there’s something I want Tiffany to show you. She’s a friend of mine.”

  Tiffany shot him an amused look. “We’re more friendly than friends. I’m a dancer at Showgirls, and Miguel is one of my regulars.” She looked past him at Emily. “If she’s not into this, I’m gonna go home.”

  Miguel rounded on her. “Sure. Go on home. But first pay me back what I gave you.” He crossed his arms, staring her down. Josh noticed that he had positioned himself so that she’d have to go past him to get to the door.

  Tiffany cursed under her breath. “Fine.” She brushed past Miguel, then traced a finger gently down the curve of Emily’s face. “You are so beautiful,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry that he didn’t tell you about this, but it’s gonna be OK. I’ll make you feel wonderful.”

  Emily’s eyes were as big as saucers and she kept glancing back and forth between Miguel and Tiffany. “What is this?” she asked.

  Miguel chuckled darkly. “You’ve never been with a girl, right? It’s a beautiful thing, two girls licking pussy. Tiffany’s going to show you how.”

  Emily took a quick step backwards. “No. I can’t do this,” she muttered. She turned towards the door. “I have to go. My husband—”

  Miguel stepped quickly in front of her and seized her by the forearm. From Emily’s reaction he wasn’t hurting her, but there was no escaping from his iron grip. “Your husband doesn’t want to hear about what you’ve been doing,” he hissed. “And there’s no reason for him to find out, as long as you do what I say. Besides,” he added, gesturing in Tiffany’s direction, “it’s not cheating if it’s with a woman.”

  Emily stood staring silently at him, her eyes pleading, but Miguel impassively stared back. Tiffany closed the distance between them and took her shoulder, turning her slowly around. “Relax, baby,” she murmured. “Don’t look at him. Don’t think about him. We’re the only ones here. It’s just you and me.” She leaned in for a soft and gentle kiss.

  Emily’s body was stiff and her eyes were wide open and moving around the room as the other woman kissed her. Miguel watched them like a hawk staring at a red piece of meat.

  Tiffany continued to explore Emily’s mouth slowly but insistently, and Josh saw his wife slowly surrender to the unfamiliar sensation. He found it incredible to watch her brown eyes drift shut, her hands flutter at her side before slowly creeping up Tiffany’s arms, her lips slip open and allow entry to another woman’s tongue. He had fantasize about this many times before, but he had never dreamed he would actually see it play out before him—even virtually.

  The two women kissed slowly and sensually. Miguel was forgotten behind them. He didn’t seem to mind; he pulled up a chair and sat in it, leaving back and balancing the chair on its rear legs. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans, settling in for the show.

  Tiffany took control. Her hands lifted to cup the sides of Emily’s face, then they drifted down and settled on her shoulders. Resting them there just for a second, she gave the other woman a gentle but firm shove. Emily took an involuntary step backwards before the back of her knee hit the side of the bed. She fell, the mattress squeaking loudly beneath her.

  Tiffany was on her in a second. She joined Emily on the bed, her knee between the other woman’s legs and her hands on her shoulders, pinning her down. Tiffany’s long blonde hair cascaded down and framed Emily’s face as she swooped in for another kiss.

  Josh rubbed himself through the material of his pants. His chest felt tight and he was having trouble catching his breath. Intellectually he knew that his wife was in the apartment of a dangerous man, being manipulated into doing something possibly against her will. He knew that he should be running downstairs to hammer on the door and demand Emily’s release. He felt like a bad person—a pervert—to just sit there and watch. Still, the shame wasn’t enough to make him stop. Watching it happen was all he felt able to do. He was caught in this every bit as much as Emily was.

  His wife was lying on the bed with her hands above her head, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging slightly open. Tiffany was kissing her way down her chest, loosing her buttons one by one. Emily’s chest rose and fell with each breath. Every few moments she looked down at Tiffany, as if in disbelief that the other woman was there and doing those things.

  Tiffany gave her a reassuring smile and lifted the cups of Emily’s bra, pushing them up to reveal her pink nipples. Her wet tongue drew lazy circles around first one, then the other. Emily gasped and let her head fall back to the mattress, her face flushed with shame, arousal, or both.

  Josh wished that he was down there with her. He wanted to hold his wife’s hand and reassure her, tell her that it was OK to feel what she was feeling and better than OK to do what she was doing. His heart was beating like a drum and he was painfully hard, but he left his cock in his pants. He wanted to absorb every detail of what he was witnessing. He didn’t want anything, even his own pleasure, to distract him.

  Tiffany’s movements across Emily’s body were excruciatingly slow. She was patient but insistent as she drew the other woman out of her shell and introduced her to pleasures she might have never imagined. Josh realized he was watching a sexual artist at work. When she unbuttoned her lover’s pants and unzipped her fly, Emily actually lifted her hips to make it easier to pull her pants down her long, shapely legs. Whether his wife realized it or not, Josh could see that she was well and truly seduced.

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f to the side, Miguel was getting into the show. He had fished his fat cock out and, as Josh watched, he spat into his palm and used that as lube while he worked his hand up and down his shaft. Josh was surprised that Miguel was content to watch, but then he remembered that he knew Tiffany from when she danced at a strip club. Apparently all that he had done was bring the show back home.

  Tiffany certainly knew how to move. Now that Emily was wearing nothing but her blouse, bra, and panties, Tiffany reached behind herself and drew down the zipper on her tight-fitting outfit. She wiggled her hips sensuously as she pushed the material down to the floor and stepped out of it. She stood before Emily and showed off her body, running her hands down her curves and following the course of Emily’s eyes as they drank her in.

  Josh let out a long, slow breath. Even there, in another room, he was overwhelmed by the amount of sex that Tiffany managed to pack into every inch of her body. Her breasts were obviously implants and should have looked too big on her body, but they felt somehow perfect and gave her the implausible dimensions of a comic book superhero. Her stomach was toned, her legs long and lean, and she wore six-inch heels that showed off the muscles of her legs and ass to perfection.

  Emily appeared to be completely overwhelmed. She stared at Tiffany with the wide eyes of a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Even on his computer screen Josh could see the desire in those eyes, though. He could tell that his wife was discovering something about herself that she had never imagined might be lurking inside of her.

  Tiffany reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then discarded it with the casual movements of someone who gets naked for a living. Her augmented breasts stood proudly in defiance of the laws of gravity.

  She got back on the bed and leaned forward to kiss Emily sloppily. “Are you ready, baby?” she asked huskily. “I hope you are, because I sure am.”

  “So am I,” called Miguel from his chair in the corner.

  Tiffany ignored him. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Emily’s panties and pulled down. Josh groaned at the sight of his wife left in nothing but her unbuttoned blouse and her bra pushed up above her tits.

  Tiffany kneeled at the edge of the bed and ran her fingertips lightly up and down the inside of Emily’s thighs. “You have such a beautiful pussy,” she murmured. “It’s adorable. I want to take it home with me.” She reached out an index finger and brushed it along Emily’s slit, eliciting a shudder, then brought it to her mouth. “And you taste wonderful.”

  The preliminaries were over. Tiffany dipped her head and brought her mouth down on Emily’s pussy. Josh watched his wife with fascination. She groaned and gasped. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Josh wanted to be there beside her. He wanted to kiss her fevered skin. He wanted to watch Tiffany pleasure her with fingers and tongue. The scene playing out in front of him was a dream come true, and he was full of regret that he had allowed their sex life to become so vanilla. He had never imagined that his pretty little wife had it in her to do such things.

  There was an intensity to the way that Tiffany ate pussy which was unlike anything he had seen before. To watch the two of them, it was like only Emily existed for her. He could see that Tiffany’s eyes remained open even though her tongue was deep inside Emily, and she kept her eyes on her lover’s face, measuring her reactions and adapting accordingly. Tiffany was a genius of sex and his wife was clearly overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through her.

  Emily’s fists clutched at the blanket and her breathing accelerated. Josh realized that he was just about to see her come with a woman for the first time.

  Miguel saw it, too. He rose from his chair and walked over, his pants still undone, so that he could watch it happen from up close. He lay down on the bed, his head propped on his hand, and somehow Josh managed to hate him even more in that moment.

  Emily was too far gone to notice. She had two fat fistfuls of blanket now and her head was thrown back, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. To Josh’s disgust, Miguel leaned over her and brought his lips down on hers. After a moment’s hesitation, Emily opened her mouth to admit his tongue.

  Tiffany’s mouth did its magic. Emily climaxed, screaming her ecstasy into Miguel’s mouth. She arched her back, her entire body as taut as a bow, and then she collapsed back down on the bed. Her wet mouth worked slowly against Miguel’s, their tongues sinuously intertwining.

  Tiffany wasn’t done. “That was hot,” she giggled, then got to her feet and pushed her panties over her hips and down. Josh took a moment to appreciate her bronzed body once again. She had no tan lines, and a sexy image popped into his mind of this goddess tanning nude. She crawled up Emily’s body and took her mouth from Miguel, planting a deep kiss on her. Again Josh watched his wife’s tongue dance with another person’s. He was much happier to see her kiss Tiffany than Miguel.

  Tiffany broke the kiss and moved higher, bringing her knees on either side of Emily’s head. Josh caught one brief glimpse of his wife’s brown eyes opening in surprise before Tiffany lowered her pussy onto Emily’s face. Anything she might have said to object was lost in a muffled moan that escaped from between Tiffany’s perfectly toned thighs.

  “Oh, my God,” Tiffany groaned, her head back and her eyes closed. “Oh, yes.”

  Miguel had a satisfied grin on his face as he watched his most recent conquest go even further down the path of degradation. He rolled off the bed and watched Tiffany rotate her hips on Emily’s face. The two women had clasped hands and their fingers were intertwined.

  “Fuck, you’re good at that,” Tiffany gasped. “Oh, you’re a keeper. I’m gonna take you home with me.”

  Miguel had other ideas. He pushed his jeans down and his cock sprang out like a missile searching for a target. He climbed on the bed between Emily’s outstretched legs and directed his cock at her pussy, which was still glinting with Tiffany’s saliva, and then shoved his full length in. He groaned at the feeling of Emily’s pussy grasping his cock, and his groan was echoed by another that came from between Tiffany’s thighs.

  Josh felt like he might be sick. Seeing Emily with Tiffany had seemed like a dream come true until Miguel—the man he had come to hate more than anything in the world—ruined it with that special knack he had for ruining everything.

  Miguel was hammering away at Emily as if he were angry. “You love it,” he gasped between thrusts, sweat gathering on his chest. “You fucking love it. Take it! Take it all!”

  Emily might have tried to deny it, but he mouth was full of pussy and Tiffany wasn’t releasing her from between her thighs any time soon. The stripper shook and gasped. Articulate speech was beyond her, and what came out of her mouth was a series of moans and grunts. Whatever Emily was doing to her, it looked like it felt amazing.

  Miguel picked up the pace. The bed squeaked perilously beneath them, so loudly that in danger of collapsing entirely. Tiffany grabbed a handful of Emily’s hair and hunched forward, her hips rolling on Emily’s face. She gave a sharp cry that turned into a wail, the first sign of the orgasm that was washing across her.

  Emily’s hands grabbed into Tiffany’s thighs and her legs began to shake. Josh heard muffled screams coming from her and realized that she was coming, too, her second orgasm of the day.

  Miguel was the third to come. He gave two savage, bruising thrusts between Emily’s legs and let loose a stream of curses, his cock still buried deeply inside her pussy. With a jolt Josh realized that he was shooting his seed inside of her.

  Damn it , he thought. We’ll need to get her tested .

  The party was over and the three of them collapsed together into the rickety bed. Emily lady in the middle, hair plastered to her face with sweat and other fluids. She fought to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed.

  Tiffany rolled on her side and idly stroked the skin of Emily’s belly. “That was fucking great. Are you sure that was your first time?”

  Emily didn’t answer, so Miguel answered for her.

 
“Our little girl didn’t know shit before I started showing her, but she loves all of it. She’s built to fuck, aren’t you, Emily?”

  Emily opened her eyes at the sound of her name, but still she didn’t speak. That seemed to annoy Miguel, who pushed her further.

  “Thanks for the phone charger, Emily. I got fifty bucks for it, can you believe that? Fifty bucks for a piece of plastic. Maybe I should take your husband’s computer next time. I’ll bet that’s worth a cool grand. Maybe more.”

  “Shut up, Miguel,” Tiffany said. “That’s what you say to a girl who just did everything you wanted her to? What’s your deal?”

  “He’s a psychopath,” Josh answered, but only the cat was there to hear him.

  “Emily loves it,” Miguel said, stroking her cheek. “Now that I’ve shown her what a real fucking feels like, she knows that wimp of a husband doesn’t have the stones to do it. He doesn’t make her feel the way I do.”

  Josh felt the sting of the insult, made ten times worse by the knowledge that Miguel was at least partly right. I’ve been watching my wife cheat on me nearly every day and I haven’t done a damned thing to stop it. If that doesn’t make me a wimp, what would?

  “He’s not a wimp,” he heard from his computer, and his eyes snapped back to the screen. Emily had finally spoken. Josh’s heart gave a thump.

  Miguel laughed. “Maybe he’s a wimp, or a loser, or a fag. Who the fuck cares? It don’t change nothing. First I took his woman. Next I’ll take his money. And after that, who knows? Maybe I’ll take his life. What do you think, chica ? Do you want me to set you free?”

  Josh’s blood ran cold to hear someone threaten his life so casually. For the first time since all of this began, he felt real fear. Emily’s eyes were wide and her mouth had fallen open. She was looking at Miguel as if truly seeing him for the first time.

  “What the fuck, Miguel?!” Tiffany protested. She put a protective arm over Emily. “Don’t listen to him, honey. He’s just talking tough, trying to impress you.”