Heather started talking about her day. I listened at first, but that grinning face sat there in the chat window. It bothered me. Why wasn’t Lance poking fun at me, or urging her to get naked? It was almost like he was staring at me, waiting for me to cotton on to something.
I stared at Heather. She really seemed different—keyed up and enthusiastic. The present would have helped, but it was the shot that had set her mind at ease. Now that she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy, she was happy to continue experimenting. Not just happy—eager.
“It’s so lucky that doctor had the shot on board,” she said happily.
Yep, typed Lance. We got lucky.
He didn’t type anything else to me. That grin just sat there in the chat window, filling my mind. Laughing at me.
…
Oh shit.
“Lance,” I said tightly. “The injection the doctor gave Heather—that’s all real, right?”
He responded instantly, as if he’d been waiting for me to figure it out. A second grinning face joined the first.
“It’s not real?!” I asked incredulously.
He just gave her a shot of water, Lance typed to me. Jesus, Glen, you believed that story? You think we carry women’s contraceptive injections on a fucking oil rig?
She could get pregnant at any time. Only now, she thought she was completely protected. On the screen, she was chatting about her day again, happy and relaxed.
“WHY?!” I howled. “Why couldn’t Tony just use a condom?”
Tony’s kind of old school, Lance typed to me. Doesn’t like them. And it’s not just Tony. Besides, he was serious about there not being any condoms on board. Do you really think we’re going to wait a few days to get them shipped in?
“But she could get pregnant!” My mind was going back over what Heather had said the night before. I missed it by a few days. Any day now, she’d be into her fertile period.
And then, Lance typed the scariest word imaginable.
So?
I stared at it, feeling like I was going to throw up.
It’s not like she’s going to swell up right away, Lance typed to me. She’ll be well off the rig by the time she gets big.
His only concern was he and Tony and the rest of the crew having their fun. If that meant Heather getting pregnant by some stranger, so be it. I realized I’d made an assumption, all along. In my world, pregnancy was something to be meticulously planned, with books and Lamaze classes and careful timing. I’d forgotten that the guys on the rig were very different to Heather and me and our friends. The guys on the rig were all roughnecks: they worked, they drank, they fucked and they slept. Tony and Lance may have been promoted up the ladder a few times, but that didn’t change the way they thought. Pregnancy was just something that could happen occasionally and the idea that they might wind up father to some kid they’d never meet, thousands of miles away, didn’t bother them at all. Hell, they’d probably find it amusing.
On screen, Heather reached out and tapped the camera. “Hellooo?” she said. Lance and I had both been distracted.
Sorry, honey, Lance typed to her. Still here.
Heather laughed. “Are you watching the TV while you’re talking to me? I wish I could see you, so I could check up on you. This is feeling very one-sided.”
I do too! I thought desperately. If only she could see me, just once, I could tell her what was going on. She could quit the job, fly home and be in my arms the same day. I just wanted to pull her close and tell her that I loved her, and that I was sorry for ever starting this thing.
I love you, Lance typed to her. I would never watch TV while I talked to you. You are the starlight in my heaven.
Heather’s eyes lit up. “Honey!” she breathed. “That’s lovely! Thank you!”
Ain’t I a charmer? Lance typed to me. My heart ached as if he was squeezing it in his fist. He’d stolen my wife’s body from me and now he was even stealing her emotions.
Heather settled back in her chair. She’d been flattered by the present, her only concern had been taken away and now she’d been romanced. She was like putty in his hands.
So, Lance typed to her. Tonight….
Heather bit her lip. “Do you want me to bring Tony over again?”
“No!” I yelled, unable to help myself. The idea of Tony fucking her again while I watched was almost too much to bear.
Yes, typed Lance. It’ll be great.
Heather squirmed in her chair. “You know, I have to admit…Last time, when he did it without a condom, I knew something was different but I was so wrapped up in what was happening that I didn’t make the connection. We’ve got to try it, Glen, when I get home. Seriously, it’s incredible—it feels so hot, and raw—we’ve been missing out, using condoms all the time.”
I can’t wait, Lance typed to her.
I stood up and kicked a chair across the room. By the time she got home, she could very well be pregnant! And Lance’s I can’t wait—was that just him pretending to be me, or was there a second meaning there meant for me and me alone? Was he intending to fuck her, too, at some point…without a condom?
“Do you think I should put on more make-up?” Heather asked.
Yes, Lance typed to her. Then, to me, he typed: I like it when she looks like a whore, don’t you? There’s something about an intelligent woman parading herself around like a bimbo….
I screamed at the screen.
Temper, temper, Glen, Lance warned me.
Heather put on more lipstick and eye-liner. Then she minimized the chat window and went to the door. I watched as she took a couple of deep breaths, and then she stepped out into the corridor.
I sat there stewing as I waited for her to return. When she did, she was leading Tony by the hand. Tony had a smug grin on his face, and he made sure to smile straight at the camera.
I could tell Heather was a little nervous…but a little excited, too. I could see it in her flushed cheeks, in the way she couldn’t keep still. “So,” she said, eying the bottle of wine in Tony’s hand. “Do you want to pour a glass, or—”
Tony pushed the door most of the way closed, slammed the bottle of wine down on the desk so hard I was afraid it might break and then grabbed my wife around the waist. She let out a delighted little shriek as his hands closed on her, and a stab of jealousy ran through me.
Tony pushed her up against a wall, kissing her savagely—almost violently. She panted through his kisses, mouth open and lips shining. His hands worked their way up from her waist to her breasts, first crushing her firm orbs through her silver top, then pushing it up to expose her bra. He spun her around and pulled her back against his chest, dragging the top up and over her head and tossing it away, craning down to nibble on her neck as he whispered in her ear. “Little slut. Inviting me back here in that top and this skirt while your husband thinks you’re sitting here working. You know exactly what you want, don’t you?” And I saw him hump his crotch against her ass.
She groaned and rolled her hips back against him. I felt suddenly ill.
Tony licked her neck. His hands were squeezing her breasts through her bra. “Your husband thinks you’re all innocent…but here you are tempting another man into fucking you.” He undid the clasp of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, laying hard kisses across her naked back.
His hands came up to capture her bare breasts, the soft flesh bulging as he squeezed it, and she whimpered low in her throat with need. “Tell me why you want to get fucked by another man,” he said.
I saw Heather’s eyes flick to the laptop. She knew I was watching, but not that Tony knew, too.
“I…I don’t want to,” she told him, still keeping up the pretence that this was an affair. “I just need to…he’s so far away. I don’t want to hurt him.”
Tony started to stroke her nipples with his thumbs, drawing them quickly up into hardness. “Bullshit. You don’t give a shit about him. As soon as you got aboard, you saw your chance to have some fun.” He leaned closer to
whisper in her ear. “He doesn’t do it for you, does he? You need something more.”
Heather closed her eyes. I waited for her to argue with him. I knew she wouldn’t tell him the truth—that I’d talked her into it—but I thought she’d keep protesting. After all, she was only doing this because of “our” sex game…right?
She went quiet, writhing in his hands as he roughly massaged her breasts, but he wouldn’t let it go.
“You want something more, don’t you?” he asked. “You want to be fucked like a dirty little slut.”
She writhed again, eyes still closed, and gave what might have been a tiny nod. Perhaps one I wasn’t intended to see.
But that wasn’t enough for him. “Don’t you?” he demanded.
She hesitated. Her eyes were still closed, but I saw her turn her head guiltily away from the camera, as if she couldn’t meet my eyes. “Yes,” she moaned.
Tony pushed her forward, towards the camera, and she caught herself on the edge of the desk. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it up over her ass.
Then he kicked her thighs apart.
Heather’s eyes flew open as she realized what he intended to do.”N—Not like this,” she begged. “On the bed.”
Tony ignored her. He grabbed something behind her and I saw her eyes widen. There was a sudden tearing sound, and I realized he’d ripped off her panties. He thrust a hand between her thighs, stroking over the lips of her pussy, and her knees weakened, dropping her a little lower. She was leaning right over the laptop, giving me a great view of her hanging breasts, his hand on her pussy and, behind her, his gloating, panting face.
I saw her hips begin to churn and buck as he rubbed at her, one fingertip on her clit while the others rubbed at her lips, gradually spreading her open. Heather’s breathing grew labored, and as she stared into the camera with big, helpless eyes, I knew he already had her trembling on the edge of an orgasm.
“You’re a filthy little whore,” Tony told her. “Cheating on your husband. Aren’t you?”
Sick terror clutched at me. No! It’s all my doing—or at least, she thinks it is! She’s not cheating on me!
“…yes,” groaned Heather. Her eyes looked directly into the camera for a second with a look that said I’m sorry.
I leaned forward in my seat, my face almost touching hers despite the thousands of miles between us. My wife had somehow slipped from pretending to cheat on me to actually cheating on me…and there was nothing I could do about it.
I saw her glance down at the bottom of the screen. I realized she was watching to see if the word “RED” would appear.
“Type ‘RED’!” I shouted to Lance. “Type ‘RED’ or she’s going to think—” I trailed off.
She’ll think that you like her cheating, Lance typed to me.
I shook my head. “This isn’t fair,” I told him. “I’m not—I don’t enjoy it!”
Your cock says otherwise, Lance told me.
I looked down. My cock was painfully hard. The sight of my wife, bent over and gasping, legs spread, a stranger rubbing her pussy while she admitted how much she wanted to cheat on me…it was working magic on my brain, turning me into something I swore I wasn’t. “Stop this!” I shouted.
No, typed Lance.
Heather had started to moan, and the moans were getting higher and higher, closer and closer together. Tony’s skilled fingers were taking her right to the edge….
And then he stopped, and brought his hand around in front of her. He showed his glistening fingers—ostensibly to her, but I knew his real intended audience was me. He wanted to show me just how wet my wife was for him, and I gritted my teeth in response.
I heard his belt buckle open and Heather tensed as she sensed what was next. Tony stepped back a little and I realized he was making sure we got a good look at the erect cock that would soon be plunging into her.
Naked.
“Please,” I begged Lance. “She’ll get pregnant!”
LOL, typed Lance.
“Here it comes,” Tony told Heather. “Here comes the big cock you’ve been waiting for, you stuck-up bitch.”
I saw Heather gasp as the words hit her. She’s always been very proud of how well she communicates with the tough, working men on the drilling operations she visits. I knew that discovering they thought of her as stuck-up, or haughty, would bother her…and the idea that Tony was getting off on fucking her because of that status…. She closed her eyes again and writhed. He was humiliating her, and she was loving it.
And then Tony moved in close behind her and I saw her mouth drop open. Tony must have seated the head of his cock at her pussy lips, ready to penetrate. His hands came around and grabbed her breasts as they hung down, squeezing and rubbing. “Here it comes,” he told her. “Here it comes.”
His hips lunged forward and she groaned long and hard as he filled her. He started to thrust immediately, fast strokes that I could hear as wet slaps of skin on skin. Heather’s breasts bounced in his hands as she was pounded against the desk. “God….” she moaned.
Tony’s face was triumphant now as he pumped at her. And I realized why he’d wanted her positioned like this. It was so that he could grin into the camera—at me. I got to watch the face of the man fucking my wife.
Well, said Lance, I need to say goodbye for a while, Glen.
That took me by surprise. He wasn’t going to watch? “Why?” I asked. But he didn’t reply.
I got my answer a few minutes later. Time seemed to slow down as the door Tony had deliberately left ajar swung open and Lance strode in, this time closing it completely behind him. Heather had closed her eyes again, likely focused on the feel of the cock filling her depths, and didn’t know Lance was there until his hand stroked her cheek. Immediately her eyes flew open and she gave something halfway between a scream and moan.
“Shh,” Lance told her. “Relax, Heather. It’s all fine. Tony and I have been talking. He knows that you have certain…needs. I thought I might be able to help you with them.”
Heather had flushed beetroot. “N—No,” she said. “Get out!” She tried to straighten up, but Tony laid one large hand on her back, holding her down. And his cock never stopped pumping into her.
“Just relax,” said Lance. “And let me show you what it can be like.”
Tony removed his other hand from Heather’s breast and Lance knelt down next to her. He pushed in close beside her writhing body and gently took one dangling breast into his mouth.
“Ah!” Heather bucked and twisted, but she couldn’t move. “Ah! Stop! Oh…oh Goddd….”
Thousands of miles away, I had grabbed the edge of my desk and was staring at the screen, apoplectic. My wife wasn’t some kind of slut who would have sex with two men at once! As soon as they let her, she’d stand up and throw them both out!
“No one else has to know,” said Tony. “It can be our little secret. The three of us.”
Lance was biting at her straining nipple, now, using his lips to cushion his teeth. I could see Heather biting her own lip in response, as if trying to keep from crying out.
“You’ve never had two men, have you?” asked Tony. His voice was very different to how it was before, when he’d called her a slut and a whore. I wondered if he was switching approaches deliberately, the stick and then the carrot. It made me wonder if he’d done this before.
Lance reached up and started to circle his thumb around her other nipple. She was panting, heaving in breath in long, hot gasps, her face strained and gorgeous. Watching her staring into the camera, her full breasts bobbing and swaying in his mouth and hand, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen, however much it horrified me.
I realized that Tony had removed the hand from her back…yet she didn’t stand up.
“You can just enjoy it,” Tony told her softly. “Glen never has to know.”
I was surprised when he mentioned me. He knew damn well that I was watching and listening and that Heather knew it, too. Reminded of me, she
’d surely now tell them “no”.
Then I saw Heather’s eyes flick down to the bottom of her laptop screen and I realized how stupid I’d been. She was checking to see if I said “RED”. And of course, I couldn’t. And the only man who could speak on my behalf was right there in the room with her. No “RED” would appear.
She’d think I was sitting here enjoying it, pumping my cock.
And she’d carry on.
She watched the screen for second after second, and when she didn’t see that magic three letter word appear, her hips started to slowly grind. Freed of any guilt, she was clearly going to enjoy herself.
“No….” I whimpered.
Lance angled his head so that he, too, could look at the laptop. He lowered his mouth from my wife’s dangling breast for a second and gave me a vicious smile.
“Let’s move to the bed,” Lance said gently.
I watched as Tony pulled himself from her, his cock shining with her wetness. He straightened her up, turning her side-on to the camera so that I had a good view. He drew her into a deep, long kiss while Lance unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her feet, leaving her in just stockings and heels.
Sandwiched between them, Tony’s tongue still in her mouth, they maneuvered her over to the bed and lay her down on her side, facing towards me. Tony got in front of her and cradled himself between her thighs, drawing her upper leg over his hip. Then he plunged into her again.
Heather cried out as the thick cock spread her once more. She put her head on Tony’s shoulder, which meant I could see her face but not his. I saw every gasp and pant she gave as Tony started to thrust into her. I saw her hands reach around and claw at his back as the rhythm settled into the one she needed to reach her climax. I watched her grind her pelvis wantonly against him, lithe as any dancer. I had one hand up over my face to block out the sight, but I was watching through my spread fingers. My cock was throbbing almost painfully. I can’t, I thought. No way. I’m not going to jerk off to this!
Lance was lying almost passively behind them. He started to toy with Heather, lightly skimming his fingers down her arm, then reaching around to play with a soft breast as she bucked and thrashed against Tony. He looked at the camera at least as much as he looked at her.
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