John calls

A few moments after Blake had sent the photo, John called. just like Blake thought he would. "I'll handle this," he said. "Hello? Is this John?"

"Yes, this is John," I heard him say as Blake put my phone on speaker. "What is the meaning of all of this? What are you doing to my wife?"

"We're having some fun, that's all," answered Blake nonchalantly. "You like to be cucked, don't you?" A devilish grin came over his face as he said that. "In fact, you want to see your wife get fucked by someone else, don't you John? Admit it, and your fantasies will come true. I'll fuck your wife, and I'll send you the video, and not just photos."

There was a long silence. "John, are you still there?" Blake coaxed him.

"Yes, I'm still here," he quickly admitted. "All right, I'll let you do it. But let me talk to Semra first. I want to make sure she's okay with this."

Blake switched off speaker mode, and handed the phone back to me. "Hello?" I said.

"Honey, are you doing this against your will?" John asked. I could hear the anguish in his voice.

"Yes and no," was the only true reply I could think of. "I wanted to do this for you, like we had agreed, but it's getting out of hand." I felt Blake's hand sneak under the hem of my dress. He slowly stuck his hand between my thighs and snaked his fingers down my mound to my already wet and swollen open slit. His fingers casually entered inside me as his thumb skillfully found my clit. "Oh gawd!" I cried out.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay? Should I come and get you?" I could hear the angst in his voice.

"It's okay" I breathlessly answered. "He has his hand on my pussy. He's finger fucking me."

There was silence again for a few moments. "That is so hot! Send me a pic! I wanna see!" were the next words John had to say. What else could I do? I took a photo of my legs spread apart, sitting on Blake's lap with my skirt up while his hand and fingers played eight ball with my pussy. I was becoming horny in a hurry, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it. Then after another long pause, John's voice came back. "Go ahead and fuck him. I want to see you on video!"

At that point I was no longer myself. "Okay babe! If you're sure that's what you want."

"I'm sure!" he quickly responded. "Now you two get going, so I can see the video. Just remember I love you."

"I love you too!" I managed to say as Blake took the phone away from me. I was about to come, and he knew it. He held the phone up, and at the exact moment I went into orgasm, he snapped a pic, and sent it to John.

"Well, I'm sure John will get off on that," Blake snickered. "You have a great orgasm face."

"Please," I begged, "I didn't mean for things to get this crazy. All I wanted was to have a little innocent fun, and tease John a little."

He grinned at me like a Cheshire cat. "Well it's a little too late to keep it all innocent now. John wants me to fuck you, and send him the video. I'm not letting you off the hook, Semra. I am going to fuck you. You're too beautiful not to fuck. If you fight me on this, I will punish you once we get to my place."

What he meant by punish I could only imagine. But something told me it was something that I might not enjoy. Then again, who knows? I might.

Blake urged me to stand up. "Come on. Let's go. The night is getting on, and there's so much I want to do to you."

"At least let me find my friend Monica, and let her know. She'll be worried about me." I had to make some kind of an excuse to get away from him, at least for a moment, to clear my head, and think things through. Maybe Monica could advise me about this situation I was now in? I could only hope so.

"Sure, go ahead and find your friend," Blake smiled. "I'll wait right here for you. If she wants to, tell her to come along with us. I don't mind."