Sam gets some air

Sam had known Vicky for several years, and while he certainly found her attractive in an intimidating way, there was never even the slightest hint that the attraction went both ways. For her to suddenly break years of previously established behaviour and not only be flirtatious with him, but actively confess deep love and an intention to marry....it was insane. Frankly, the surrealism was fucking with his brain.

And that was without mentioning the heart stopping blowjob he had just received.

Sitting there, his saliva coated spent cock free from his pants, Sam felt that he genuinely didn't know how to respond to this mad offer. Logically, he wasn't about to leave his wife and daughter to elope with his she-dragon boss. But the sheer audacity of what had transpired really staggered his conscience.

What Vicky was offering was incredibly tempting. She was an attractive tigress of a woman, with wealth and power. He'd be set for life. And it would be the perfect tonic for the existential crisis he had been facing for the last week.

There was also the other side of the situation to consider. If he rejected her, what would Vicky do? He didn't doubt she was capable of personally harming him, but there was also the very real chance she could use her family's connections to get rid of him and those closest to him.

It was a conundrum.

But why had all this occurred? He didn't think Vicky had ever expressed much interest in members of either sex, so her current behaviour defied basically everything he had known her to be. It was like a sudden madness had overtaken her. Just like...

Then it hit him, all at once like a bolt of lightning.

Julia.

His wife and his boss had both completely lost their minds within the space of two days. It couldn't be a coincidence. As insane as it might be, something larger had to be going on.

He looked down at Vicky, who was still watching him with rapt attention, waiting for his answer. He needed time to figure things out, and he couldn't do that with this woman pawing at him like a predatory feline in heat. What could he say that wouldn't result in his castration and gruesome **** though?

"Vicky," he said, watching as she smiled at the way he spoke her name, "Its an incredible offer you've made. Truly...uh...one in a life time."

"That's what love is," she purred, "once in a lifetime."

He nodded. "Right, right," he swallowed, "I ...um...I would say that...to answer your question...I...uh, I'd say, it's a tentative.....maybe, verging...on yes."

Her eyes were wide and unblinking. She was completely still to the point where it cast a light of inhumanity to her features, as though she was a cut out and not a living person.

".....maybe?"

Her voice was soft, but more terrifying than her loudest screams.

"It's mostly a yes," he amended quickly, **** to save himself. "It's just that, I need some time to uh....get things in order, you know? My...uh, my stuff at home...bank accounts changed...various....uh....things...to be...done."

Her face continued to be a cold mask for several heartbeats. "So it's a yes?" He could hear the unspoken threat.

"Yep, yes, sure," he tripped over his words, "Basically, yeah. Just...uh, hold off announcing anything for maybe, like a day or two while I get my shit in order."

Vicky's face held for a second before it broke into a relieved smile and she leaned up and kissed him fiercely on the lips, devouring his mouth with her whole, her tongue exploring inch. When they parted Sam felt himself **** for air.

"I can't wait to tell my mom!" her voice was giddy and full of almost youthful excitement. Honestly Sam thought it to be genuinely quite pretty. "Oh, you're going to love her, and my sisters, and my brothers..."

Vicky went on like that for a time, only stopping to engage in more extended make out sessions with him. Eventually Sam was able to get himself some space, claiming that he had to leave work early to go inform his wife that he was leaving her. Vicky claimed that she knew people who could 'take care' of that, but Sam convinced her otherwise.

Five minutes later he was out of the office and rushing back to his car.

He had bought himself some time, but he still needed to get to the bottom of the crazy shitstorm that was his life now. Driving around aimlessly he wracked his brains trying to think what the commonality was between Julie and Vicky, aside from the fact that both women saw him on a fairly regular basis.

It all being some big, Truman Show style prank was considered and rejected. There was no motive and the women weren't exactly the sort to conspire against him or with each other. Julie lacked the malice and Vicky, up until today, lacked any kind of interest in other people other than disdain.

Could it be ****? If he had inadvertently been contaminated by some psychotropic chemical, perhaps he had exposed both of them. But that was also incredibly unlikely, especially since he hadn't suffered any ill effects. What did that leave? Government conspiracy? Aliens? Gypsies curse?

He was groping for answers when suddenly his phone rang. He glanced at the number. Stella. He answered and kept driving.

"Hello?"

"Daddy!" Her voice was strained, hysterical. "Daddy please, you need to come home right now!"

The sound of his daughter's terrified voice sent him into the kind of primal protective state of mind that only a parent could feel. "Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong?"

"Daddy, please!" She sobbed, "it's Mom, she's gone crazy!"

His blood ran cold. "Are you in danger? Stella, baby, has she tried to hurt you?"

"No, but...please Daddy, she's out of control," there was something going on the background, an echo of a shout or croak. "Please just get here soon!"

"I'm on my way sweetheart, just hang tight!"

The line went dead and Sam made an illegal turn, racing back to his home. Fifteen to twenty minutes later he was back in his driveway, racing out of his car, heart pounding in his chest, fists clenched.

He threw open the door and immediately felt his daughter throw herself into his arms, clutching at him in sobs. Her words ran together in a nigh incoherent stream of babble and tears. "ShesgonecrazyDadshesgoneabsolutelybatshit,"

Sam hugged his daughter, tried to calm her as best he could and walked into the house proper. Feminine grunts and moans filled the hallway as he approached, and when he finally entered the living room he was greeted with a sight that stopped him dead.

Julie was splayed out naked on the living room floor. Her sweat soaked tits heaved with every breath, one hand absently fondling a nipple while the other was busy further south working a large dildo into her asshole, which was already occupied with some of the biggest anal beads he had ever seen.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" He shouted, jaws slack, eyes wide, "What the fuck Julie!"

Her eyes, previously close with pleasure, opened at the sight of him. "Oh hi Hon, I'm just fucking my slutty little asshole, how was your day?"