A crazy game of truth or dare (10)
Rob fucked Emma two more times after Tony had left, before finally going to bed in the spare room.
The following day was a little awkward for everyone. Having had sex with two men last night while her husband was passed out upstairs, Emma was quite rightly riddled with guilt. She tried her best to stay calm and act normal.
Rob had the best night of his life but didn’t want Jason to suspect a thing. Jason, on the other hand, was dealing with a terrible hangover and random flashbacks-insulting friends, throwing up, and making a complete fool of himself. Breakfast was quiet. Too quiet.
For the next week or so, Emma did her best to move on. She was certain Jason didn’t suspect a thing. That could only mean Rob was keeping quiet. A few days ago, Rob and Jason had gone for a few pints.
Emma had been a nervous wreck the entire time they were out, but when Jason came home, he was completely normal. Actually, he was horny, all over her the second he walked through the door.
Then, the following Monday, Emma’s phone buzzed. A text from Rob.
“Hey sexy, what you wearing? x”
She was at work when she read it, and her blood ran cold. Rob had never sent anything like this before. She didn’t want to send a nasty reply in case he was joking, but she also wanted him to know she wasn’t interested. Not anymore. Not ever again.
As she sat at her desk, staring at the screen, trying to figure out a reply, her phone buzzed again.
“I saw you read my text, but no reply? You ignoring me, babe? x”
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over her. She glanced around her office, irrationally feeling like everyone somehow knew what she’d done. Her heart was racing, fingers trembling as she typed out a response. But before she could send it, another message came through.
This time, it was a photo. Her. On her knees. Wearing only her thong and heels. Rob’s cock in her mouth.
“Don’t ignore me. It’s not in your best interest, slut wife. x”
Emma shot out of her chair. She grabbed her phone and rushed to the bathroom, locking herself inside a stall before she completely broke down. Hands shaking, she typed:
“What do you want? Why are you sending me that???”
She stared at her phone, dreading the reply but needing it.
“Because I miss my slut wife and just want to know what you’re wearing. This can go one of two ways. Either you play along… or within minutes, your world falls apart.”
Then another photo. Tony. Fucking her from behind. Her heels still on.
“I have photos and videos of you fucking Tony. Loads of them. Without me in the frame. So I’ll just deny everything when they end up on every porn site out there. Maybe I’ll ‘accidentally’ find one of your videos and send it to Jason. And your parents. What do you think? x”
Tears streamed down Emma’s face. Her whole body shook. She could see everything crumbling around her. Angry. Upset. Terrified.
“Please don’t.”
That was all she could manage before rushing out of the bathroom. She made up an excuse about family trouble to her boss and left work early. By the time she got to her car, she was in tears again.
Her phone buzzed.
“The choice is yours, babe. Do as I say, when I say it, or I ruin you. You have five minutes to decide, or I start uploading. I’ll send you the links.”
She couldn’t take it anymore. She hit call.
Rob answered immediately, his voice cheerful, casual.
“Hello, Slut Wife. Long time no speak.”
“Cut the shit, Rob. Why are you doing this? Just delete everything and forget it ever happened. Please… don’t fuck about with me.”
There was a pause. Then Rob’s tone turned cold.
“Okay. I know you’re stressed right now, so I’ll let that slide. But if you ever speak to me like that again, I will destroy your life. Do you understand? And think very carefully about your answer.”
Emma froze. She had never heard him like this before. He sounded dangerous. Deadly serious. She couldn’t risk pushing him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Good girl. Maybe this will be fun after all. But talk is cheap. What are you wearing, sweetheart?”
“A blouse… trousers…” she stammered.
“And heels? Is my slut wife wearing heels to the office?”
“Yes.” She hated how easily the words came out. Hated how, by answering, she was playing into his game. Becoming exactly what he called her.
“Nice. Now, undo that blouse a little and take a picture for me. I want plenty of cleavage. Do it now.”
“Rob, please…”
“NOW!”
His sharp tone made her jump. Quickly, her fingers fumbled with the buttons. She snapped the picture and sent it.
“Mmm… very nice,” Rob moaned into the phone. “Didn’t expect you to open it that much, you little slut. Nice bra. Can’t wait to take it off. Looks like you’re in your car. Did you leave work?”
“Yes… I’m in the car park. I couldn’t… I couldn’t just carry on with my day after you sent me that picture.”
“Yeah, well, I had to get your attention. Had to let you know I’m dead serious.” He paused. “It’s a nice day. I’m finished for the day. You are now, too. Let’s go for a drink. The Golden Goose. Twenty minutes.”
She didn’t want to see him. Ever again. But she had no choice.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
“Perfect. Can’t wait to see my slut wife.” And with that, he hung up.
The drive to the pub was a blur. She nearly crashed twice. Ran a red light. Her mind was chaos. Cursing herself for ever doing what she did. Thinking of the evidence Rob had. Knowing exactly how devastating it would be if it got out. And no way out.
Rob’s van was already in the pub’s car park when she arrived. It took everything she had to get out of the car and walk inside.
It was quiet. Just before 1 p. m. on a Monday. She spotted him instantly at the bar. He smiled when he saw her-but it wasn’t friendly. It was a leer.
“Hello, babe,” he said. “Was just ordering a pint. What can I get you?”
Emma glanced around. A couple weeks ago, meeting Rob for a drink would’ve been normal. No big deal. But now? It felt dirty. Seedy. Wrong.
“Half a lager,” she mumbled.
Rob grabbed their drinks and led her to a booth in the far corner.
“You’re looking very fuckable,” he grinned as they sat down.
“Rob, look… you’ve had your fun. But this isn’t funny anymore, okay?”
“Oh, Emma. I haven’t even begun to have fun yet.” His tone was cold. Calculated. Then he took out his phone, PornHub already open. “But before we start, let me show you this…”
Her stomach dropped.
“You see this? This is my account. And this-this is a video of you letting Tony fuck you.” He tapped the screen. “And this is me uploading it.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “No. No, stop. Cancel it. Stop!”
Rob chuckled. “This is how quick it is. Congratulations, you’re now a porn star. Now… I can take the video down. But you have to agree to be a good girl. Okay?”
“Okay, okay! Whatever! Just take it down!”
“Oh look. One view. Two views. Three. Wow, you’re popular.”
“Shit! Take it down!”
“Seven. Eight. Put your hand on my cock. Ten…”
Without thinking, Emma slid her hand under the table, pressing it against his hard bulge. She gave it a squeeze, just to make him stop.
“There you go,” he said, grinning. “Now you see how fast this can happen. You know better than to say no. Don’t you?”
“Yes… yes, I do. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Rob smiled, dark and satisfied, and pressed delete on the video. “There you go. Now you’re a former porn star. But I can reignite your career anytime I want. Show Jason. Show your parents. Show the whole world what a filthy little slut you are.”
Emma’s heart pounded in her chest.
“Now,” Rob continued. “Undo your blouse. Not all the way. I’m not a monster. Just enough to get those big tits of yours on display.”
Emma’s hands shook as she obeyed. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse until her black bra was fully visible. She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself as she scanned the quiet pub.
But she knew the truth.
Rob had her. And there was nothing she could do.