Dangerous journey

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I guess I was a little worried about traveling with Mr. Reed. If he knew his wife had helped me masturbate and sucked my penis for the past few months, I figured I'd be in a roadside ditch, but I really couldn't escape it.

The important day arrived; we were scheduled to leave at 10 a.m. I was sure I was ready to go, so I told my mother I was going to the neighbor's to see if Dan was waiting for me. I glanced at the back seat of the Mercedes, where a plastic dresser was hanging—I guessed it was my new clothes—and went to the front door to ring the bell. Just then, I heard Dan's voice coming from the upstairs window.

"How's this, baby?" he said.

“Ahhh… Oh God, fucking, Dan, yes!”

Jackie’s voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming for hours. Maybe that’s how she was, because…

“This will keep you going for a while. Do you think you can stand it for days without me, baby?”

“I have to keep going! And I hate it! Oh Christ, just fuck me like this, please, fuck me harder!”

I could almost hear the bed creaking as he fucked her. We were planning to leave in fifteen minutes, but here he was fucking the woman I was drooling over, and it was obvious Jackie liked it. I was jealous, I was burning with desire, and I was excited about it all at the same time. But, to be honest, it was probably more jealousy than anything else!

I could hear Jackie moaning, groaning, and screaming: "Oh, yes, I love you... your cock, fuck me... yes!"

She started screaming wildly, and then Dan roared like a lion: "Is this what you wanted?"

I guessed he ejaculated inside her. What a fucking lucky bastard, to get to fuck such a cunt, the kind of cunt I'd been dreaming of!

I went home, just to kill some time, and fifteen minutes later, precisely at ten o'clock, Dan came over in his casual pants and sweatshirt, showing no sign of having just fucked his wife to death. On the contrary, Jackie, wearing her cream-colored shawl-style coat, had a look of bewilderment in her eyes, the kind of blank stare that comes after being fucked so beautifully.

As we carried our luggage to the Mercedes, she came out to say goodbye, greedily smoking a cigarette, her hair slightly askew, her cheeks and neck still flushed.

“Okay, I’ll call you when we get there,” Dan told his wife. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jackie said calmly, then came over and gave me a brief hug.

“Take good care of Dan for me, okay?” she said, her eyes telling me what kind of care she expected.

As Dan turned to the front of the car, Jackie said, “Bring me what I want. When you get home, I’ll have a blast in bed until you’re ecstatic. Everything you want, my body, including my vulva, is yours.”

She lifted the bottom of her coat, revealing her private parts to me. Good heavens! She wasn’t wearing underwear; her vulva, still wet and red from sex, was hairy.

“This will be your gift.” She straightened her coat, turned, and went back inside. I tried to remember how to swallow hard.

“Do you want to drive first?” Dan asked.

I couldn’t believe he would let me drive his Mercedes. I said, “Yes, of course.” Then I took the keys, and 20 minutes later we turned onto the highway and headed towards our destination.

Dan spent the first 30 minutes browsing his PDA's browser, checking previous appointments, then calling someone on his cell phone to confirm the meeting; I was just driving.

When he was done, he leaned back in his seat, smiled, and turned to me, asking, "So, how does it feel to fuck my wife?"

Believe me—I didn't fly off the road—I jerked off, swallowed hard, and yelled in the warm seat, but I didn't break down.

"What, what did you say?"

"My wife, do you like fucking her? I believe you do, but I thought I should ask, to confirm."

My head spun: "I...I didn't do anything...um, with your wife."

It was true, I hadn't fucked his wife.

He laughed heartily: "Are you planning to study law? Your spiky hair makes you look like a lawyer. So, how about when my wife gives you oral sex? How about she masturbates you?"

What could I say?

“Dan, I’ve never done anything like that, she…she wouldn’t, wouldn’t with anyone!”

He shook his head. “Ah, Andy, you’re lying.”

“No, I didn’t.”

He reached into the compartment between the seats, pulled out a small digital recorder, pressed a button, and started playing.

“Ah…ahhhhh…oh, Jackie, just like that, it’s incredible.”

(Loud smacking sounds.)

“Jackie, God! Your mouth…I…I’m going to cum again, I can’t believe you’re going to make me cum again.”

“Andy, if you think I’d be satisfied with just a few mouthfuls of your semen, you’re a stupid kid.”

(More smacking sounds, accompanied by my moans as I reached a huge orgasm and the creaking of the chair.)…

Dan stopped the tape.

“The sound is stimulating, it’s placed next to the big chaise lounge in the living room.”

He waited a moment.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said softly and meekly.

“Okay, so answer this question: Do you like what my wife does to you, Andy? I think I know the answer.”

“Yes, yes, I really do.”

I expected a furious reaction after the confession. Instead, Dan laughed, patted my shoulder, and said, “You filthy little idiot!” without reacting.

“Dan, I’m really sorry, I mean…”

“Andy, if you can resist when Jackie tries to seduce you, you’re either a monk or a lesbian, you’re neither, right?”

I nodded.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you really like it, like her, she’s an unpredictable woman, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Just marry her!” he said.

I was confused: “Dan, are you angry with me? Or with Jackie? I don’t want anything to happen between you two because of me.”

He laughed again: “Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Then he became serious: “As long as you’re honest with me now, I know Jackie wants you to do something for her on this trip, what is it?”

Who should I believe? Who should I betray? I thought it over and over, then told Dan the truth: I was going to secretly monitor him.

He nodded and said, "I think so too, thank you."

I felt a little bolder: "You don't have a mistress, do you?"

He leaned back again. “No,” he said.

“Oh my God!”

“Well, I don’t want to wait until the end of this short trip. I had three mistresses last month, but now I’ve just dropped to one, and we’re going to be visiting her house on this trip. I haven’t told her I brought you, but I don’t think she’ll mind, or her mother, since you’re here anyway.”

I got the car on the road again, and we drove in silence.

We drove for four hours, and after a short lunch break, Dan took over the driver’s seat. He explained what his “three mistresses”

meant: there was Jennifer, 27, a redhead and an actress; there was Vicky, 25, a brunette and a model, whom he had broken up with in the last two months; and then there was Susie, 22, a complete blonde and an aerobics instructor, whom we would be visiting at her house, which was actually his house—he owned all the properties his mistresses owned.

“Let me warn you, this might sound unbelievable, but I tried to get rid of her because Susie was more difficult than the other two girls. And if I dumped her, especially her mother, she would go crazy. She wanted me to divorce Jackie and marry her daughter someday, well, and so on.”

“Like what?”

“Like she slept with me too, and she’s pretty.”

“Wait, you mean you slept with that girl’s mother too?”

“Yes.”

“God!”

I couldn’t imagine how Dan managed to navigate between the mother and daughter, what it felt like to sleep with both of them separately.

“It’s just that absurd and bizarre. She thinks I have to be with her daughter, Susie. I think she had a wealthy husband who captivated her, so maybe she thinks her daughter should also be with a rich guy.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask where I’m going?”

“I need your help to get her away from me, just for one night, so I can end things with Susie. I like that girl, she’s a perfect lover, and I don’t want to end it over the phone or like that. I want to be with her at home, I want to be with her in the car; but her mother, she wants me to marry Susie, she wants my money, and I don’t know what Beverly will do.”

“How exactly do I get Beverly away from you?”

“Have her seduce you. I don’t mean sleep with her, but when necessary, make her think she has you completely under her thumb, tell her everything she wants to know. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what you can tell her. Who knows, you might get lucky. She seems to like young guys. And it seems you quite enjoy the taste of middle-aged women.”

“Have her seduce me? Are you sure?”

“She’ll definitely be clinging to you for a while, because she wants my information.”

“Okay, you said I’d make money off those outfits you bought me.”

He grinned. “Hey, you might hook up with an absolutely amazing chick, and meet some pretty girls too. That’s the best deal, huh?”

I admitted it. For the next four hours, Dan told me what to do, what not to do, and how to behave. He handed me a tan envelope. “You’ll need this.”

Inside was a cell phone, a driver’s license that made me 23, a credit card, and about $500 in change, like I was a secret agent.

“What’s this?”

“Congratulations, you’re in the legal compliance,” he said. “When we go out, I can’t let you ask me for pocket money. Those girls like going to nightclubs, so I hope you can relax.”

“Oh, sure. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you suddenly decide to break up with your…girlfriend?”

“Well, it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. I’d thought about it for a while, but we’ll talk about it later.”

I wasn’t going to put pressure on him on this particular issue.

As we drove into the complex where Susie lived, I noticed he looked quite depressed. I asked what was wrong.

“This might be the last time I see this girl,” he said, suddenly becoming melancholic. “Am I really going to lose her? Even so, I have to do it.”

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