Whatever It Takes

by Ben Boswell

  "Are they gone?"

  "I think so. Their car is at least. I called Mom, told her to stay away for a bit."

  "Okay, okay," I said breathing hard. "Give me a sec."

  I filled in Kris and the others. Kris had her hand over her mouth in horror.

  "What should we do?" I asked.

  "Get your family out of there," Damon said simply.

  "Where to?"

  He shook his head. "I have some buddies who could hide them."

  "No," Kris interrupted. "We need to end this. Call Sal. Tell him we give up. Tell him I'll go back."

  Damon slapped his hand on the table. "That's not the answer."

  I held up my hand. I was grateful for his passion. But this wasn't his fight.

  "Kris, what do you think this will solve?" I asked.

  "It'll keep our kids safe, for one. And anyway, it's what we've been planning. I get inside. Find evidence to hold over him. And that's how we end it."

  "And what if you don't? What if he doesn't have vids of Jess?"

  "Then at least we buy time. Forty-eight hours. I can make it. If I can't get what I need by then, you guys come and get me."

  "They'll be expecting it this time," I replied.

  She gestured toward Damon. "They won't be expecting him. I trust you guys to rescue me if it comes to that. In the meantime, you three take care of DeMac."

  I sighed. "This is crazy."

  "It's the only way," she replied firmly.

  I looked at Damon. He was still shaking his head. Jessi was watching her sister, a look of grudging respect on her face. I nodded.

  "Okay, we'll try it."

  I lifted the phone to my lips. "Sis, I need just a few hours to fix this. Accompany Mom back to her place. By the time you get there, I'll have taken care of it."

  "Jesus, Daniel, what the fuck is going on?" she asked frantically.

  "I can't explain right now. But you just need to trust me. Keep Mom and the kids safe for a few more hours, and then no one will bother you guys anymore."

  "Daniel..."

  "Stacy! Just do this for me. Please."

  "Okay, but you will explain this later."

  "Deal."

  I hung up with my sister and looked around the room at Jessi, Damon, and Kris. We'd had a couple of days of vacation, lounging around the motel room, drinking beer and fucking. Now it was time to get back to work and deal with Sal and DeMac once and for all.

  _____

  We split off into couples again.

  "I need you to do something," Kris said as she closed the door to the bedroom.

  I was sitting on the bed. She was standing by the door.

  "Anything," I replied.

  "I need you to be my first."

  I knew what she meant. "Kris, baby, I don't know if I can do this."

  "Yes, you can. We can." she replied. "I need to put Sal in his place. I can't let him think he won."

  "He doesn't. He won't."

  She shook her head. "You don't understand. He thinks he broke me, broke you. That's what those videos he sent you were all about. He wanted to show you he'd won. Even if we never paid him back, he'd have taken me from you."

  "I don't think that."

  "No? Not even a little? Tell the truth Daniel. You know you've thought it. Thought that I gave myself to him too easily. And that will always gnaw at you. You'll always doubt me. Always have questions unless, in the end, we unambiguously come out on top."

  "I don't want you to go back just to prove a point."

  "I'm not." she replied. "There's more. Pride. Trust. Confidence. That's why we aren't running, isn't it? If we didn't care about any of that, we could just skip town. But I don't want to do that. You don't either."

  "No, I don't," I replied. "But that’s easy for me to say. I'm not the one who is expected to go back into the lion's den."

  "I can handle it," she replied. "But I won't give him the satisfaction of pride of place."

  "Jesus, Kris, that's so soulless."

  She shrugged. "Fine. Then will you at least make love to me before I go?"

  "Kris..."

  "Daniel, please don't make me beg. I need to feel you in me, smell you on me, when I go there."

  "I don't want you to go."

  "And yet, you know we have no choice. There is no better option. So let me do it on my terms, on our terms."

  "Kris, I dunno know..."

  "Forget about that. For now, it is just you and me."

  She unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down over her hips. They fell to the floor and she stepped out them daintily. She stepped up close to me, then closer, standing between my legs. My face was level with her crotch, staring at her plain white panties.

  She smiled, hooked her thumbs in her underwear and slid them down over her toned thighs. Her fully bare snatch was still novel enough to me to be intoxicating. She grabbed the back of my head. I allowed her to pull me close. I reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed my face against her sex.

  I kissed her smooth, shaved skin, letting my lips trace the outline of her labia. She cooed happily, her hips beginning to move in slow, languid circles. I licked her slit with the tip of my tongue, up and down, each circuit going a little deeper as I felt her pussy lips swell with excitement, gradually opening for me to expose the sensitive pink flesh within.

  Her excitement grew. I could feel, taste her wetness. My tongue found her clit. She clenched me tighter, moaning softly. I took her sensitive nub into my mouth, sucked on it, felt it stiffen. She gasped. I let the tip of my tongue flip under the hood of her clit.

  "Oh god, oh gawd!" she cried out, bucking against me in passion.

  I looked up at her smiling face. She kept a hand on the back of my head, and then slowly spun on her heels. She thrust her ass toward me, pulled me close.

  God, I'd dreamed of something like this, never thought it would happen. I was in a sexual fog, acting on instinct. I palmed her ass cheeks, spread them apart. Her tiny puckered rosebud stared me in the face. I leaned in and tongued her ass.

  She gasped, a small shudder running through her body. I licked her crack up and down, and then pressed the tip of my tongue into her anus. There was a small metallic, slightly bitter taste, but her response made it more than worthwhile. She groaned in passion. I slid my hand down between her legs, fingered her soaked pussy. She was wetter than I'd ever felt, and her excitement fed my own.

  I pressed a finger into her cunt, could feel her vaginal muscles clenching in response. I pushed my tongue deeper into her ass. With my middle finger still in her pussy, I began to tease her anus with my index finger. She groaned excitedly. I pressed my fingertip in her ass.

  "Oh God, Daniel," she hissed.

  It was only barely inside her, but I was shocked at the sensation. It was as hot as her pussy, but tighter, a band of muscle squeezing my fingertip like a rubber band.

  I slowly pumped my digit in and out of her ass, just up to my first knuckle initially, but as she relaxed, I went deeper, to the second knuckle and then more. With my middle finger in her pussy and my index finger in her ass, I slowly penetrated her deeper and deeper, until both my digits were fully inside her.

  She was rolling her hips sensuously, moaning. I ran my thumb up her slit and firmly rubbed her clit. She exploded suddenly, gasping and grunting, humping my hand excitedly.

  "Oh God, Daniel, oh God," she moaned.

  Her pussy spasmed on one finger, her ass clenched on the other. It was about the most erotic sensation I'd felt in my life. Kris was overwhelmed as well. She fell onto her knees, her head whipping around to look at me. Her eyes were glassy, her face flush.

  She spun around and scooted up between my legs. She rubbed my erection through my pants.

  "Have you always wanted to do this?" she asked.

  I nodded. It had always been a fantasy; one I'd never had the guts to ask for.

  "Why didn't we ever before?"

  I shrugged. "I didn't think you'd be up for it."


  "I probably wouldn't have been. But now it seems weird that we haven't even tried it."

  I patted the bed beside me. She sat on the mattress. I kissed her hard, cupping her breasts. For a few minutes, we were back in high school. I remembered the days when just touching her boobs seemed like paradise itself. Back then it would never have occurred to me that we could ever be in a sexual rut. The idea that Kris would be there, available to me, and that I would be uninterested or too tired was literally unthinkable. And yet, we'd spent years that way, often too tired for sex, too shy to explore our needs and desires.

  I stood and encouraged Kris to lie on the bed, face down. I slid a pillow beneath her waist, lifting her butt in the air.

  "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

  She smiled at me. "Neither do I. Let's figure it out together."

  I didn't have any lube, just my saliva. But that seemed to be enough, especially as I took it slow. She'd already accepted my finger in her ass, had even come as a result of it, so I had a certain confidence as I proceeded.

  I coated my finger with spit, pressed it firmly into her anus. She gasped, but sensuously, not in protest, but rather expressing her enjoyment. I took my time, enjoying the sensation, the visual of it.

  We usually made love in the dark. Isn't that how married people do it? The very idea of watching seemed almost pornographic. And yet, that is what makes porn so addictive. Seeing, watching that which is normally private?

  I pumped my middle finger into my wife's ass. She was very relaxed, her arms over her head, as if enjoying a massage.

  "Do you like it?" I asked.

  "Mmm, it's different, but feels very sexy."

  I added more spit and then added a second finger, just the tips. She groaned and clenched against my digits. I paused until she relaxed again. As she did, I slowly twisted them side to side, penetrating her a little deeper.

  "It looks so hot," I said hoarsely.

  She was too busy concentrating on her breathing to reply. I imagined she'd gotten some tips from her sister.

  I was now inside her to the second knuckle, thrusting gently into her ass. She was moaning softly now. She slid her hand beneath her and rubbed her clit. She began pumping her ass up and down.

  "Okay, try it," she said softly.

  "You sure?"

  She nodded.

  I withdrew my fingers and coated my cock with saliva, making sure the head was wet, glistening. As I scooted closer, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks. It was so lewd that I groaned in pleasure.

  I took my cockhead, pressed it gently against her anus. I expected more resistance, but she was relaxed enough that with just a little pressure the head slipped inside.

  "Oh Jesus," she sighed.

  Her ass clenched against my cock. Again I paused until she relaxed. When she did, I began pumping slowly, small little strokes. She let go of her ass, resumed frigging her clit.

  I'd never been much interested in anal. Never quite saw the point. But I had to admit it was very hot. The visual was very sexy, but even sexier was the sense of breaking a taboo.

  It felt nice as well, different from regular sex and hot for that as well, like thrusting through a thick, tight ring. I was thrusting deeper now, though still very gently.

  "Do you like it?" I asked.

  "Yes," she groaned. "I feel so dirty. You can go harder."

  "You sure?"

  "Yes. Do it. Do it Daniel."

  I thrust in harder, even deeper, but also faster. She let out a sultry groan.

  "More," she sighed.

  I knew what she wanted. She needed to know if she could take it when she was with Sal. He was much bigger than me, and would not be as considerate. I tried to put that out of my mind and focus on the task at hand.

  I was already close. It looked, felt, so hot. I thrust in harder still. She squealed softly. I hesitated.

  "Don't stop," she hissed.

  I grabbed her hips, fucked her harder, getting balls deep inside her ass.

  "Do it!" she grunted.

  I plunged into her over and over. She was gasping, squealing. We weren't making love. Not this time. I was fucking my wife, fucking her up the ass. And she was taking it, like a dirty slut.

  "Oh fuck," I growled.

  I tensed and came hard, shooting spurt after spurt of hot come in my wife's ass.

  I collapsed on top of her, breathing rapidly.

  "You liked that," she teased.

  Coming had cleared my mind. "Are you okay?"

  She laughed. "Yeah, I am. Not sure I want to make that a regular thing. But yeah, I am."

  I gently eased my cock from her ass and rolled onto my back. She draped her arm over my chest.

  "No one can ever take that from us," she said.

  I knew what she meant. No matter what would happen over the next few days, I would always be her first in every significant way. I'm not sure why that was important, but somehow it was.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Kris took a cab up to Forest Glen. Damon and I followed her taxi. It was very weird.

  It had felt like such an accomplishment to free her, and now, here we were, going right back into the frying pan. That said, I didn't feel helpless. It is weird to say given the circumstances, but this time it felt like we were the ones in control.

  Kris seemed to feel the same way. As she left, she reached out and put her hand on mine. She gave me a small smile and a determined nod. She was tougher than I had ever suspected.

  She was wearing the Bluetooth earrings. They were linked to her phone. At least until the batteries ran out, I'd be able to monitor the situation. We didn't expect the power to last long, a couple of hours at most, but that would be the most critical time. Those first few minutes when Kris was back in Sal's hands would be the most dangerous.

  I looked over at Damon. He was sitting seemingly calmly, but I could see his eyes making regular sweeps of the car, our surroundings. If things started to go wrong, we'd have to fight our way into Sal's house. With Damon leading the way, I was certain that if that happened, Sal and his men would end up dead. That was not an outcome I hoped would come to pass, mostly because I didn't want their blood on my hands.

  We again parked in the street opposite the cut-through. Kris' cab would have to get through the main gate, so we had a few minutes.

  Before I had any more time to contemplate what would happen next, the phone rang. It was Kris, making the electronic link.

  "Hey Daniel. You there?"

  "Always."

  She actually managed a laugh. "Good answer."

  Then she added, "Wish me luck."

  "You won't need it."

  "Okay, here goes," she said.

  I heard the cab door slam shut. I knew she'd have me muted now so I didn't reply.

  "She's going in," I said to Damon.

  He nodded. "I'll be outside if you need me."

  He knew the next few minutes would be difficult for me. I appreciated the room he offered me.

  I heard Kris' footsteps. Then the sound of her ringing the doorbell. I heard the door open, followed by Rock's gruff voice.

  "You shouldn't have come back."

  "You'll watch out for me," she replied.

  "You know I can't do that."

  "So I guess that means Sal owns both of us."

  I wasn't sure what that was all about. She was obviously getting under his skin, though I didn't know why. It occurred to me, not for the first time, that despite the videos and conversations we'd had, I still had a very spotty understanding of what had transpired during her three days in captivity.

  As she entered the house, I could hear the sound of a basketball game on the TV in the background, the squeaking sneakers an unmistakable give-away. I also heard several other voices. I wondered if it would have been better to time Kris' return for a moment when there were fewer people in the house. I wasn't actually sure how that would cut.

  I heard a sudden explosion. It to
ok me a moment to realize it was the sound of a cheek being slapped.

  "Welcome back, whore," Sal said gruffly.

  "I missed you too," she replied sarcastically.

  "Why are you back?"

  "We need to talk."

  "No. First thing you need to do is get naked. You know the rules."

  She didn't reply, but it was obvious she was obeying his order, especially when she pulled her shirt over her head and it rubbed against the transmitters in her earrings.

  "I see you kept your cunt shaved," Sal taunted after a few moments. "Does your fag hubby like it, or is it just for me?"

  "Can we talk now?" she asked.

  He laughed. "Not yet, whore. We have some unfinished business."

  "Okay, upstairs."

  "Nuh uh, bitch. That ship sailed when your asshole hubby aimed a gun at me and you tied me up. No, whore, you're gonna get your ass drilled right here, with an audience cheering you on."

  I knew Kris was resigned to it, knew it would happen, we both were, but it was still hard to hear her submit to him.

  "How do you want me?"

  "On your knees first."

  I could hear fabric rustling, a zipper opening, then the wet slurping sound of a cock getting sucked.

  "That's it, whore," he groaned. "Get my cock hard and wet, just right to slide into your ass."

  Since the mic was in her earrings, the sounds of her sucking him were obscenely clear. I could hear her slurping him wetly, kissing sounds as his prick slipped past her lips, small gags as he thrust his huge tool in her mouth.

  "Fuck baby, you're in rare form today," he sighed. "You been thinking of me, whore? Thinking about how good my cock is gonna feel in your ass?"

  She responded to his taunt by sucking him harder, faster. I could now also hear the sound of her fist pumping his shaft.

  "That's enough," he said. "Grab the back of the couch and get ready for the fuck of your life."

  I could hear other voices now, laughter. I imagined the others in the room clustering around, the better to watch Sal take my wife.

  "Oh fuck," she gasped suddenly.

  Sal laughed.