Opportunities in the cabin

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

The important day arrived, and we planned to leave at 9 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 garment bag was hanging—I guessed it was my new clothes. I went to the front door to ring the doorbell when I heard Dan's voice coming from the upstairs window.

"How about this, baby?" he said.

“Ahhh… Oh God, fuck, Dan, yes!”

Jackie’s voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming for hours. Maybe she really 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 enduring it! 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 that Jackie liked it. I was jealous, and I was burning with lust, and at the same time, I was excited. 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 had ejaculated inside her. What a lucky bastard, to be able to fuck such a slutty cunt, the kind of cunt I've been wanting to fuck day and night!

I went home, just to kill some time. Fifteen minutes later, at exactly ten o'clock, Dan came over wearing casual pants and a sweatshirt, and you couldn't tell at all that he had just fucked his wife to death. In contrast, Jackie, wearing her cream-colored shawl-like coat, had a hint of bewilderment in her eyes—the kind of blank stare that comes after being thoroughly ravaged by a beautiful woman.

As we unloaded our luggage at 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. “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 with you until you’re in ecstasy. 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, and her vulva, still hairy, wet, and red from sex, was... well, you know.

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

“Want to drive first?” Dan asked.

I couldn’t believe he’d 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, and then calling someone on his 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 suddenly jerked, 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 think I should ask, to confirm."

My head spun: "I...I didn't do anything...that, 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? Or 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 partition 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 sucking 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’ll be satisfied with just a few mouthfuls of your semen, then you’re a stupid child.”

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

Dan stopped the tape.

“The sound is stimulating, it’s placed next to the large 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 like it.”

I anticipated a series of intense reactions 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, and 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. "If you're honest with me now, I know what Jackie wants you to do for her on this trip. What is it?"

Whom should I believe? Whom 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. Last month I had three mistresses, but now I’ve just dropped to one, and we’re going to be visiting her house on this trip. I didn’t tell her I brought you, but I don’t think she’ll mind, or her mother, anyway, you’re here.”

I started the car again, and we drove off in silence.

We drove for four hours, and after a short lunch break, Dan took over the wheel. He explained

the meaning of his "three mistresses": there was Jennifer, 27, a redhead and an actress; there was Vicky, 25, a brunette and a model, with whom he had broken off relations in the past two months; and then there was Susie, 22, a quintessential blonde and an aerobics instructor, with whom we would be spending time visiting her at her home, which was actually his house, as he owned all the properties owned by his mistresses.

“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, okay, and so on.”

“Like what?”

“Like how she slept with me too, and she's very 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.

“It’s just that absurd and bizarre. She thinks I have to be with her daughter, Susie. I see it this way: she had a wealthy husband she was attracted to, 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 everything with Susie. I like that girl; she’s the perfect lover. 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 can I get Beverly away from you?”

"Let her seduce you. I don't mean sleeping with her. When necessary, make her think she has you completely under her thumb, and 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 men. Also, you seem to enjoy the taste of middle-aged women."

"Let her seduce me? Are you sure?"

"She'll definitely pester you for a while because she wants information about me."

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

He grinned. “Hai, you might hook up with an absolutely amazing woman, 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 honeycomb phone, a driver’s license that made me 23, a credit card, and about $500 in change, as if I were a secret agent.

“What’s this?”

“Congratulations, you’re legal now,” he said. “When we go out, I can’t let you ask me for pocket money. Those girls like to go 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 was 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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