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Taking Her Away

He slid himself in until he felt his balls swing against her ass; until he knew his cock was inside her to the hilt. Her walls were so wet and tight around him he could barely believe it; he groaned in pleasure as his cock head rubbed against the deepest parts of her.

"My god you're fantastic," he said, tangling his fingers in her hair. He yanked her head back, pulling on her hair as he bit and kissed her neck. His other hand caressed her thigh. "Get your legs around me, slut. Pull me in. I'm going to fuck you insanae."
 
Jayde groaned with satisfaction as he pulled her hair, his lips teasing her, his warm breath on her skin. She obediently wrapped her legs around him, wanting everything he had to offer.

She looked up at him, her eyes begging. She needed this. It had been so long since she had been fucked right, and he felt so incredible inside of her. John wasn't intimate with her as much as she would've like, and even when he was, he only did what he needed to do in order to satisfy himself.
 
He saw the pleading in her eyes and gently caressed her cheek.

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't hold anything back."

He began to pump in and out of her with wet slapping sounds. He'd eased his cock in; there was nothing gentler or slow in his approach anymore. His huge cock slid back and then slammed back in over and over again, emptying and filling her, pumping and out of her with the inevitably force of an avalanche.
 
Jayde's moans grew louder as he pumped in and out of her forcefully. Each time he slammed into her, she felt a twinge of pain, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that it didn't bother her the slightest bit.

At first, she had been weary about it, but now she was glad that he had taped her mouth. Even through the tape, her muffled moans could still be heard.
 
She closed her eyes, moaning in pleasure. He sent shivers down her body as his cock pressed against her sensitive clit. Already, he was paying more attention to her than John ever did when they were having sex.
 
He pulled her shuddering, moaning body to him as he continued to fuck her. The sweat trickling down her forehead was mixing with some droplets of his cum that where left. He leaned in and but her ear.

"Think about him now," he hissed in her ear. "Think about your husband while I'm fucking you. Think about him while you come for me. And the next time he fumbles into bed with you, I want you thinking of ME."
 
For the first time since he had told her to put her thoughts of him aside, she thought about John. For a moment, she felt a twinge of guilt, but it didn't last long. Mr. Harris' cock inside of her was too pleasurable and overwhelming for her to linger on her husband.

John couldn't please her like this. In fact, he didn't even try to.

As he continued to pump in and out of her, she felt her pussy starting to tighten around his hard member, her body tensing up as she felt her orgasm building.
 
He felt her pussy tighten and snarled into her ear. He doubled the speed of his pumping, her clit still pressed against his shaft.

"That's it slut," he snarled. "That's it. Give it to me. Cum for me like a good little cunt while you think about the last time your husband gave you HALF of what I did."
 
Jayde rarely came when John was fucking her. The only time that ever happened was when she took control and did things her way, and it felt so different to be able to just lay back while Mr. Harris pleasured her with his cock. To her surprise, she loved it.

Her pussy squeezed his cock, her body shaking as her moans increased and she started to cum. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Never before had she cum so long and hard. She laid still, trying to catch her breath as she finished.
 
Her orgasm caused his. He came inside of her thunderously, filling her with his white hot cum, his cock twitching and pulsing as it emptied himself inside of her. He gave an animal groan and bit into her neck, hard. When it was done, he leaned back, gasping for air, and let his now flacid cock slide out of her. He ripped the gag off of her mouth.

"You'd better get dressed," he said. "When you have, I'll make the call to release your husband."

(Don't have her leave yet; he has a few things he wants to say to her...)
 
Jayde laid on the desk, breathing heavily as he pulled out of her, his cum dripping out of her pussy. She winced slightly as he ripped the tape off of her mouth and arms, but remained silent. What was she supposed to say? She had just cheated on her husband with his boss.. and to make things worse, she enjoyed it.

Sitting up slowly, she got off the desk and began to dress herself. There was a small mirror on the wall that she used to try and adjust herself, not wanting her husband to question her frazzled state when she picked him up.

Noticing the mark on her neck left from his bite, she retrieved her purse, applying a small amount of makeup over the area as she waited for him to make the phone call.
 
He made the call while she was freshening up. He finished the conversation fairly quickly and put the phone down.

"I've dropped the charges," he told her, getting up and wrapping his arms around her. She wasn't wearing all that much, and he could still feel the warmth of her beneath her clothes as his arms wrapped around her. "but he did some stupid thing at the station, so he's been hit with a five hundred dollar fine. Here's the money to get him out."

He placed some money into her purse on the table in front of the mirror.

"And this is some walking around money. Get yourself something nice." He slid a thicker wad of bills between her breasts, kissing her on the cheek. "And even if you don't take it, you just fucked me for the money I gave your husband. Fucking me for money..that doesn't make you a slut. It makes you a whore."

He said the word almost lovingly, and accompanied it with an affectionate squeeze.

(Do you want to play out scenes with the husband? I can play him, it wouldn't be a problem.)
 
Her heart sank as he mentioned the five hundred dollar fine. They didn't have five hundred dollars to spare. Relief spread over he as he put the money in her purse. She was surprised that he had given it to her. Based on his previous attitude, she figured she would only get exactly what he had offered.

What shocked her even more was the money he gave her for herself. She cringed slightly at the word 'whore', but she told herself that she had to do it.

"Thank you Mr. Harris." she said quietly, kissing him on the cheek as she pulled away from him, grabbed her purse, and walked out.

The whole time she was in the car to go pick up John, she felt her nerves getting the best of her. She felt guilty, and she was scared that he would be able to tell. Sighing as she pulled up to the police station, she got out of the car and went inside to retrieve him.

(Sure, that would be good.)
 
The officer at the police station was incredulous at first, but he took her money.

"You're really his wife?" the policeman said. "There's no justice in this world. He'll be right out."

John was brought out to see his wife.

"Honey!" said, running over and hugging her. "I'm so glad to see you. They said the charges got dropped, it must have been a misunderstanding...you have something wet in your hair, is it raining?"
 
Jayde smiled slightly as John came over to her. She hugged him tight, feeling a bit awkward. She tried to keep a straight face as he mentioned that it was a 'misunderstanding'.

"Um.. no." she said trying to think of an excuse. "I was in the middle of doing my hair when they called and said I could come get you. Didn't really have the chance to finish drying it." she told him as she pushed her hair back. It didn't seem like a believably excuse, but maybe he would buy it.
 
"Okay," he said, as they left the police station. "It smells weird, is it some new kind of hair gel? Whatever it doesn't matter. I'm so glad to see you again! Lets go home, honey, I'm exhausted. I think something fell down your tank top, there's a dark shape."

He climbed into the driver's seat of the car after pointing at the bulge in her tank top left by the "walking around money" Mr. Harris had given her.
 
She let out a sigh of relief as he let it go, unsuspecting of what had happened. After getting into the car, she wasn't sure what to say to him. The silence was awkward, and finally he spoke.

"Its nothing." she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. She crossed her arms so that he couldn't see. Already, this was harder than she had thought.

What surprised her though was that she didn't feel as guilty as she had in the beginning. Before she allowed Mr. Harris to have his way with her, she was a nervous wreck, but now she didn't seem concerned about her husbands feelings. Her guilt was gradually lessening as her irritation for her husband grew stronger.
 
He shrugged it off when they got home. He didn't ask her to cook dinner; just got some cold leftovers out of the fridge. However once he'd done that, he walked over to where she was sitting and cuddled up.

"Hey," he said. "It was kinda weird being rescued...I mean the guy is supposed to do the rescuing, right? But it was kind of exciting, now that it's over...wanna do it?"

He leaned in to kiss her.
 
As John went to get himself food, Jayde went upstairs and showered, making sure there was no trace of Mr. Harris. Again, she used makeup to cover up the spot on her neck.

After cleaning herself up, she placed the money somewhere she knew he wouldn't find it. If she had received it in any other circumstances, she would've used it for things they needed, but she knew he would question her on where it had came from, so she kept it for herself.

Once she got all of that taken care of, she made her way back downstairs, sitting on the couch to watch tv. A few minutes later, John came in and sat next to her, giving her that awkward feeling again. She gave him a quick kiss in return, but shifted slightly to turn away from him.

"Baby.. I'm really tired." she said, trying to sound apologetic. "Its just been a stressful day. I kind of just want to go to sleep."
 
"Oh, Okay," he said, sounding disappointed. But he didn't push the issue.

The next morning, at breakfast, he got a phone call. He started breathing hard as he listened to it. He put the phone down and took a deep breath.

"I've been put on two weeks notice," he said. "I lose my job two weeks from today. Well, I guess that's two weeks more than I thought I had. I'm surprised; they're not required to do that, according to my contract. I wonder what was different about me?"
 
The next morning, Jayde was sore as hell. Though the fucking had felt incredible, she wasn't used to be roughed around with like that. It was hard to walk normally, but she tried her best to act normal as she came downstairs to the kitchen where her husband was making breakfast.

She smiled slightly, trying to fake surprised as he told her the news. "Thats great. Whatever it is, maybe you should keep it up." she said, a bit of bitterness showing in her voice.

Her mind traveled back to what Mr. Harris had told her the day before. Her husband didn't do anything when he worked, which was why he was losing his job in the first place. All he had to blame was himself, but she couldn't let him know that she was aware of this.

"You know, maybe you should just.. work a little harder." she suggested, trying to sound like she was giving him advice. Her encounter with Mr. Harris had already left her resenting her husband some, and she knew that if she went back to him, that resentment would only grow. She wanted to be happy with John, she truly did.

"If you show them you really want this job, they won't have a reason to fire you." she told him, her hand on his arm. She desperately wished he would take the advice, wanting things to be normal again.
 
"Maybe," he said. "I'm working really hard, I really am, but I guess I've got two weeks to try and pull out all the stops, don't I? I'll get right on it."

He walked over to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and smiled.

"I'll be thinking about you today," he said. "You'll give me strength."
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He walked out of the house with a confident smile on his face. As he did, he bumped her purse, and as he walked out the money Mr. Harris had given her fell out onto the table.
 
Jayde tried her best not to laugh when he said he was working really hard. Obviously, he wasn't. But he didn't know she knew that, so she kept her mouth shut, hoping he would learn from this and put forth more effort to try and keep his job.

She returned the smile, feeling a twinge of guilt as he told her he would be thinking of her. "Good luck." she told him as he walked out.

She froze as he bumped her purse, the money falling out in plain view. She prayed to herself that he would keep walking instead of looking back. If he turned back around, he would see the money.
 
"Oh sorry!" he said, turning around. "I guess I dropped your purse...where did this come from?" he picked up the money and looked in it. "There's nearly a thousand dollars here! Have you had this in your purse the whole time and didn't know about it? That's happened to me before. Although it wasn't this much...oh well. See you tonight honey!"

And then he was out the door, tucking the money in his pocket, and before she could stop him he was gone.
 
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