“This is a little..” Tennile said next to me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Shane began to fuck my wife in the mouth.
It was something I’d seen in porn, sure, but this was… unbelievable. The bulge of his cock was visible in her throat as it traveled, like a lump.
“Jesus,” I said.
But Shane pulled out almost as soon as he began. “No,” I thought I heard him say. “No, I want get a taste of every part of Tenny.”
He pulled her up and onto the bed, and climbed onto her, pushing her skirt along with him.
“Wait,” Tennile said. She put a hand on him and wriggled on the bed, getting her hand under her to unzip her skirt. “I’m still married,” she said. Giggled it, I would say.
Shane grunted and helped her take the skirt off, tossing it to the floor. Evidently what would have happened to the skirt would have been far worse than mere wrinkles.
I could see Tennile's thonged underwear now, a black line between her thighs, the only thing between Shane’s long cock and my wife’s pussy.
He straddled her and then his hand was between her legs, and he pushed the panties aside impatiently to get his fingers into her cunt. The sound of it was obvious: Tennile was wildly wet. I stared as more of his fingers went into her with each thrust, until he was finger-fucking her with his whole hand, minus the thumb he was rubbing into where her clit was.
He impatiently tore away the panties. They ripped and Tennile spread her legs even more.
I now had a full view of Tennile pussy, and Shane’s hand, fucking her. His cock bounced in front of him, so long I could see it between his legs.
Tennile moaned and kicked her legs, and thrust her body up at him. “Oh god,” she panted. “Oh god, oh god.”
Shane took one of her legs with his free hand, and pushed it up close to her ear. He fisted her for a bit until she squealed and her cum gushed visibly around his hand. When she was at the peak of her orgasm he embedded his fingers in her pussy and made circles on her clit with his thumb, which made her shriek and beg him to stop.
“No, no, I can’t take any more, no, Shane...”
“Shhhh,” he said, but didn’t relent.
Tennile flopped on the bed for a few more moments, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Then she finally relaxed her flailing leg.
“Good girl,” Shane said. He moved his hand slowly, fucking her some more with his fingers. “Your pussy feels so good,” he said. “So soft. So hot.” He slowly withdrew his hand from her cunt, and then his fingers traveled down to her ass. “And what about your ass?” he asked. “Does your hubby get his cock in your ass, Tenny?”
Tennile whimpered as he slipped a finger into her ass, slowly, holding her leg so that he could watch it. “Hmm. It’s nice and tight in here. I bet he doesn’t even know how much you like it, does he?”
Shane’s words sank through me and my cock flexed; I watched his finger dipping in and out of Tennile’s ass. He inserted a second finger, and it slid in easily, coated in the gushing excitement from her pussy. After a bit, he spread his fingers open, and stretched her out. Tennile moaned, half-pleasured, half-whimpering. The same erotic moan she had given me, the same sound she had made in the first tape I watched of her as an escort.
Shane used the hand he was holding her leg up with the slap her playfully on the ass. “Get up on the bed for me, Tenny. On your hands and knees. That’s it.”
I watched as Tennile – Tenny – rolled onto her hands and knees without Shane removing his fingers from her ass. She twisted with them inside of her, and got onto her hands and knees as he had asked her to do. Shane was standing behind her now, having risen to give her room to maneuver herself, and he edged himself onto the bed on his knees.
He nudged her legs open, and for a moment the scene seemed to have frozen: my wife’s glistening cunt, her ass stuffed with his fingers, and the outline of his long cock visible against her thigh, hanging from in front of him, erect but heavy enough to be seen beneath the center of his legs.
He guided his cock to her pussy, and moved it around in her sodden lips with a careless violence that could only be called manhandling, while Tennile squealed in apparent delight. “Oh!” she said.
And then he was inside of her, and he thrust deep into her cunt.
“Oh God!” Tennile said.
I watched Shane's bare ass as he sawed away at Tennile. Her feet, together and extended through his legs, twisted as he hammered her. Beyond him, she flung her hair as she tossed her head, until it grew sweaty and stuck to her skin. “That’s it, that’s it, let me feel you cum all over my cock, Tenny. Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”
I heard my wife scream again as she came, and it seemed genuine, not an act. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest down, and Shane continued to fuck her, the sound of her pussy squelching loud enough for the camera to pick up over Shane grunting and her moans.
He took her feet and pushed them up, holding onto her like they were handlebars. I saw him slowly pull his cock from her pussy, and move his ass in a circle until he got his cock aligned where he wanted it.
Tennile brought her hands to her asscheeks, and placed them there. “Oh!” she wailed, as Shane sank his cock into her ass. He fucked her slowly at first, praising how hot and soft she was, how much he missed owning her ass.
And then he started to pound her, and it was a full few minutes of him just hammering at her ass before I heard a guttural growl, and he tipped his head back and thrust forward, his ass flexed tightly, as he spilled his seed into Tennile’s ass. “Fuck!” he said. “Fuck, your ass is so hot!” He thrust again, getting her nice and full, and then panted, his cock still inside of her.
My own cock was dripping precum into my pants. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped myself, and fumbled for my cock. “Jesus, Tennile,” I whispered. I watched as Shane, on the screen, slowly withdrew from Tennile’s ass.
Tennile collapsed on the bed in the video, and Shane plopped next to her.
But I was no longer watching as the next part happened, nor listening. I turned to Tennile and hiked up her skirt. Of course, her bare pussy was uncovered; I had seen her panties ripped off by Shane.
I was wild for her at this point, I moved my fingers through her buttery, soaked folds and delighted in the quiver that went through her when I pressed on the darting, hard knob of her clit. I made a circle around her anus, which was still slightly gaping, at least not puckered, and I felt sure it was slimy with Shane’s cum.
But there was no time for me to explore further: I was boiling over. I pulled her by the hips to me, onto my cock, and used her hair to lift her onto my lap. She helped me as much as I used her, used her body, pumping her whore pussy and her cum-filled ass over my cock until I exploded inside of her, just as I felt her tipping over the edge.
She ground against me, and we kissed, exploring each others mouths, as hungry as we’ve ever been for each other. Even though I had come inside of her I still wanted more of her slippery, sweaty body, her slick pussy throbbing on my cock, her wet tongue darting in my mouth.
Finally, at last, we paused, holding each other. My cock was still inside of her, and we were breathless.
Slowly, stretching backward with a graceful arch of her back. “I’m sorry if it was too much,” she said.
I was dizzy, I don’t know what I mumbled.
She reached over to the computer and moved her fingers over the mouse. “You missed the best part,” she said.
We watched, Tennile still sitting on my lap, my cock, still half-hard, inside of her.
Tennile and Shane were side by side, facing the camera, lying on the bed. They looked like two lovers, younger than their age, playful as Shane rolled a cigarette. Tennile licked the paper, Shane took the opportunity to kiss her again, grotesquely.
“Pass me that light, baby,” he said.
Tennile handed him a Zippo, and he lit the cigarette, then he passed it to her. I stared as my wife took a drag of the
cigarette. She handed it back to him. It was easy to see that they had been lovers in the past: the collection of shared movements that had been repeated so many times before resulted in a fluidity, a lack of awkwardness, as they hung over the bed.
“So,” Tennile said, turning onto her side a little and playing with her magnificent hair.
“So,” Shane chuckled, and I almost felt sorry for him. “Tenny, Tenny. What a naughty girl you turned out to be.”
Tennile laughed. Her act was so convincing it was almost scary. I had to remind myself that she was on my lap, that she had come home to me.
“So you say you want in on this deal.”
“I do,” Tennile said seductively. “At least… I think I do. I’m not sure I have it all quite figured out.”
“Bein’ a lawyer ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, then?”
Tennile didn’t answer, she just played with her hair and tapped her lips with her fingers.
“So you threw all these shitty emeralds into the ocean,” Tennile said. “Is there even a shipwreck?”
Shane chuckled again, ending in a high-pitched “ehhhh.”
“No, baby,” he said, flipping onto his back. “There’s no fuckin’ shipwreck. Jesus. How the fuck would I even find a goddamn shipwreck?”
He was wagging his finger at her. “That’s the part,” he said coyly. “That’s the part I just can’t understand. How the hell y’all fall for this to begin with? How the fuck is a guy like me, on that shit boat, with that steel-for-brains Ricardo, gonna find a fuckin’ shipwreck?”
Tennile smiled for him. She placed her chin on her folded hands.
“So then… where’d you get the emeralds?”
Shane laughed. “Best you not know.”
“Stolen?”
He took a drag of his cigarette. “No. Nah. You can buy those things all over the place down there. I got a deal goin’ with a guy, I take them back when I’m done.”
Tennile gave this some time, like she was thinking about it, like it was the first she’d ever heard of it.
“And so… the plan is, Maddock gives you the money to get the treasure, and you take off with it?”
Shane blew some smoke into the air. “Basically.”
“How much are you talking?” Tennile nailed the tone, managing to sound impressed, curious, greedy for herself – and not like a clumsy undercover agent.
Shane took the bait. Proudly, he said: “I got $100K from a guy in Mexico. But Maddock’s got the fever. My guess, I can take him for $300K. And...” He flipped back onto his stomach, “Maddock’s got more than just his money in this deal.”
Tennile rolled her eyes.
“So what was your plan with me, then?”
Shane smiled. “Well, gotta change that now, don’t I?”
Tennile was perfect. She made a pretty face, a little pout, and then she kissed him. Seductively, she cooed: “Yes, yes you do.”
It was so good, her act, that I had to look at her to make sure she was really here, really home, really still mine.
“How’d you like fuckin’ him?” Shane asked, out of the blue.
Tennile took the cigarette from him. “Really?” she said. She laughed, a careless kind of laugh. “Just a job.”
Shane grinned at her.
“But you like it.”
Tennile shrugged.
“Else you wouldn’t be here.” He nudged her.
Tennile smiled, and he went in for another filthy kiss. My cock throbbed inside of Tennile, the real Tennile, and I turned to face her.
“Shit!” Tennile in the video said. “I have to get home!”
Shane tried pulling her back to him, and they kissed again and again. “I have to,” Tennile said.
“I thought you and me was runnin’ off to The End of The Rainbow together,” he complained.
“We are,” Tennile said. She kissed him a long time. “But I have to hedge my bets ‘til then.”
Shane rolled onto his back and laughed in appreciation, and then the screen filled with Tennile’s clothing, the camera picked up the sounds of her jostling the purse, and the feed went dead.
“You did it,” I said, my voice hoarse.
Tennile’s eyes were glowing. She bit her lip. “I think I did.”
We looked at each other, and her eyes were full of love that burned through me.
“Thank you,” she said. “You’re brilliant.”
Relieved, is what I was. I could feel it sinking over me.
I kissed her. “No more cons,” I said. “Of any kind.”
Tennile closed her eyes. “It’s a deal.”
14: B RAVO
If Shane was shocked to see me instead of Tennile, it fluttered over his face for only a moment.
It was a rare cool day in Key West. The water was wild, and beautiful, but the tourists seemed miffed as the wind ruffled their print shirts and tossed their floating toys in the water.
Shane was seated at the Southern Point Cafe, waiting, he believed, for Tennile.
I had to hand it to the guy; he was a cool customer. He sort of rolled his head and slapped the table, gave me a wry smile, and relaxed backward in the chair, his hands clasped behind his head.
“Richie the Husband,” he said, smiling. “I sure as shootin’ didn’t expect to see you here.”
I sat down. Shane unnerved me, but I had the upper hand, and I have to say it felt delicious.
“Something’s been bothering me,” I said, and I found myself even smiling. “Ever since we met.”
Shane rubbed his head on his hands by turning it left and right. “You cannot believe, Rich, how many times I heard that. What’s that then? What’s botherin’ you?”
I smiled. “I was just wondering where you’re from.”
“Me?” He gave me a sly grin. “I’m from upstate New York. Surer than a crawdad’s cousin.”
He smiled.
I returned the smile.
“So I guess you’re here about your wife, huh?” he said.
I met his eye, which I think he didn’t expect.
A silence between us, but Shane didn’t break. I had a twitch of fear flicker around in me, but I had to trust what Tennile said: he wasn’t the violent type.
I opened my jacket pocket. It was really too hot for the light jacket, but I was wearing it for dramatic effect. I slipped the USB key from it and set it on the table. I slid it over to Shane, who watched it as I did.
No look of horror crossed his face; in fact, he seemed to get it all, right away. I guessed this was his world; it didn’t take much for him to know he’d been gamed. He was probably always on the lookout.
He tisked, and he took the key and put it in his own pocket. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said.
“It’s a pretty simple deal,” I said. “We have this, and you have Tennile’s video. I have to say I’m not to convinced that we can make a trade. I’d never believe you got rid of all the copies, and Tennile says you wouldn’t either.”
“Kinda a Mexican standoff, then,” he said, grinning.
“I guess,” I said, making a note to myself to look up the technicalities of “Mexican standoff” when I got home. “Just know that if Tennile’s video ever sees the light of day, this will, too.”
Shane looked up at the ceiling, rubbing his head. “What’s she got on me here, you think? Legal-wise? I can’t even remember what I said.”
“Fraud, racketeering, theft,” I said, making it up as I went.
“Doubt it on the racketeering,” Shane said confidently, after looking at me with a mxiture disbelief and professional admiration.
He would know.
“Look, man. It’s all kinds of shit. She wants you to break the deal with Maddock, or she’ll give him the tape. She says she can work a deal if she turns over the evidence to the FBI.”
“The FBI,” Shane whispered, in a mocking tone. “I didn’t cross state lines.”
“You admit to it, in this video.”
Shane pondered this for a
moment, and a flicker of alarm went through his eyes.
Just a flicker. He was a good con man, emphasis on the con.
He tipped his head, like he was getting advice from an unseen lawyer in his ear. “I still have her being a hooker, though, ain’t I?”
“You do,” I said evenly. I let him bask in that for a moment.
Then the sale:
“But she thinks you’d be just as happy to go your own way, break it off with Maddock, get another scam going somewhere else with someone she’s not -”
“Fucked?”
His eyes were challenging me, but I just smirked at him.
“That’s the gist of it,” I said cheerfully. “You get out of the Maddock deal, Tennile keeps this tape and you keep yours, and we all stay the fuck out of each other’s lives. We have a deal?”
Shane took the USB key out of his pocket and twisted in his fingers. He seemed to be giving the whole thing a great deal of thought.
“Tell me Rich,” he finally said. “You’re a decent man, and you at least left me somethin’ to look at on this thing.”
He gave me a grin.
I stood up and pushed in my chair.
“You’ll just have to watch it,” I said.
He gave me a little laugh, clasped the key, and looked out over the water. “It’s a lot of money, Ryan Maddock.”
“Get it done by the end of the day, Tennile says.”
He squinted at me.
“She’s not bluffing,” I warned him.
Shane looked angry for a moment, and then he threw up his hands and slammed them on the table. “Well!” he yelled. “Fuck it. Time to get drunk. You gonna stay and have a beer with me, bro?”
I had to laugh a little. “Nah.”
He lifted his empty glass. “Cheers, man.”
I nodded.
“Tell Tenny I said ‘Bravo,’” he called, as I was leaving.
I lifted my hand goodbye, and left him there.
And that, as they say, was that.
END
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