“I think you should get us another round and then we can wrap this up.” Neal winked at me, as if we were both in on some master plan at work. As if he were letting me know that he can take it from here.
“What do you think?” He was now talking to Karen who didnt seem to know what he was talking about.
She smiled at him and said, “Dont worry, I’ll keep him happy.”
I felt bad about getting out of the tub now, but this is what I wanted, right? He was going to give me the contract. I could keep the shop open now. When I turned around to look back before I went inside, Karen was making out with Neal who already had his hands inside her bikini and was groping her tits enthusiastically. Her hands still under the bubbles, getting him off.
I hurried to get the shots lined up again. I didn’t want to let my wife be humiliated any more than needed. It would only take a minute or two to line up and pour. They were ready to go on the tray, but just as I was about to go back out I heard them at it. Peeking around the corner I could see how far things had gone now.
Karen was bent over the edge of the hot tub now, her arms splayed out, trying grip the edge but without much success while he was going to town on her. Her top was now off, thrown out of the tub entirely. Her tits were slapping against the side and she was just repeating “yeah” over and over. But she said it like, “yuh, yuh, yuh.”
Behind her, Neal was getting whatever he wanted from that wide, white ass that he was eyeballing before. His hands gripped her hip fat and slammed into her at his leisure.
It was surreal to see another man use my wife with no respect and clearly enjoying what he was paying for. It probably made him feel superior and gave him at least some satisfaction after her attitude toward him earlier. I didn’t know if she was so loaded she thought he was me, or if she knew it was him but was so drunk she didn’t care, or if she knew what she was doing and was letting him inside her because she knew we needed the money. What was not in dispute was that she just kept on repeating, yuh, yuh, yuh with each thrust. She was enjoying it.
I can still hear that wet slapping sound as he took what he wanted from her. Shlap, shlap, shlap, shlap… he shoved himself inside her again and again like she was just an object to fuck. His sneer of satisfaction rutting her flesh was seered into my mind, the entire image, her flopping tits, yuh, yuh, yuh, shlap, shlap, shlap.
I took the drinks out to them. He didn’t care that I was there and she didn’t even notice. He might actually have fucked her just that little bit rougher after I came back out and just stood there watching him borrow my wife.
“Guess we didnt need those shots after all.” He smiled. “I like a woman with attitude and a certain selfrighteous temperment that makes them talk back like that. You know, really lets you know what’s on their little minds. They don’t realize until it’s too late who has the power in the situation, do they? That makes it all the sweeter when you take them.”
I had no response for him, so he continued.
“That’s why I can stick my thumb in your wife’s ass like this.”
Karen made a low groan but that was all she had to offer.
I think maybe he wanted to provoke a reaction from me, but I was stuck on a track and it was too late to deviate now without risking losing everything we’d sacrificed for already.
He finished negotiating our terms, which wasn’t all that generous to me, considering he was balls deep in my drunk wife at the time. Her moans got long and slow and his strokes did the same while he explained what contracts he would send my way. It was so casual to him. Neal was the kind of guy that paid for sex regularly while I had never had been or ever wanted to be with a prostitute, yet here he was treating my wife like one. Of course I understood he was doing this to assert his dominance over me and it totally worked. I just had no choice and I needed the work. Or was that just an excuse?
“You married some grade A pussy, man. Must feel good to fuck it whenever you want. Well, not right now.” He never stopped fucking her while he said this to me, he would just push deep into her and grind his cock against her back wall to take his pleasure.
I said thank you, for some reason. I wasnt even man enough to take my cock out and stroke it even though it was rock hard in my pants. I had no dignity left so I’m not sure what I was trying to protect.
His strokes into her were long and deep and measured and at his hilt, fully inside her, he would hit a spot inside her like a button and every time he pressed that last inch inside her she would moan, “Fuck yes, fuck me fucking good!” Only in this state of sloppy drunk mess it came out it groans of slurred appreciation, “Fug yeah… fug meee… fuckin ughhnn….”
At one point Karen lifted her head at looked right at me as she was getting fucked by another man and mewed, “You always fug me so good, baby!” And then dropped her head back down and moaned. She had no idea what was going on.
Once everything felt like it was settled, Neal explained the timeline he would need the work done by. It was ridiculous. I would have to work my small crew over time every day and they would hate me and might even quit. Diego was always polite but Lester and I had already had words about his late paycheques recently. I tried to tell him that but he was less than receptive.
“Dont talk back to me!” Neal spat at me. It was the one time he lost his cool, but he quickly regained his composure and came back with, “I tell you what, let’s put another bargaining chip on the table. I will lend you a few extra mechanics to pick up the slack if you give me your permission to fuck your wife’s ass loose. Right now.”
I tried to act hesitant but in the end I relented. I gave my consent. “Okay.”
He was practically frothing at the mouth as he took his slick cock from her wet pussy and pressed the tip to her puckered asshole, pushing it in, but then he stopped.
“I change my mind. The timeline stays the same, no extra guys and I’m still gonna loosen up your wife’s uptight ass for her.” He laughed. “Why? Because I can, and you’ll let me, because you still need me and you have no leverage, zero power here.”
He said this as he forced his way past her o-ring and up into Karen’s asshole.
“Fuck thats tight! Not for long though, right?” He laughed at his own jokes and defiled my wife in front of me. Life was good for Neal.
In drunken stupor, Karen’s moan turned to gutteral groans of discomfort, but she was clearly too wasted to mount any kind of defense. We’d have anal sex on occasion so I knew she could likely handle it, but he was clearly fucking her with more savagery than I ever had. Just a limp pile of limbs, Neal wasn’t interested in my wife as a human, just something to stick his cock into and mark as his territory.
“We have a deal.” He said and then he pulled out of her asshole and slammed straight into her pussy to the hilt and unloaded his seed inside her with a few good hard thrusts. He even reached around and gave her soft tit meat a good squeeze for full satisfaction. “There. Ugh! Your wife’s cunt just saved your business for another few months.”