First Morning

Lindsey’s alarm blared, Nate’s side already empty. She blindly swiped at her phone, just 5 more minutes. With everything that happened yesterday, it had taken her awhile to fall asleep. As she drifted back to sleep, knowing Nate would wake her soon, *Dwing.* The memories flooded back, her eyes opened wide staring at the blurry illuminated phone.

She pulled the phone close enough to see without her glasses, [VideoTime in the shower.] Her stomach flipped at the message.

She wasn’t sure how to respond, but with Hubert’s demand to answer texts she shot back an [Okay.]

There was no chance of Lindsey falling back asleep. She rolled out of bed, the oversized Katropolis t-shirt she wore to bed falling over her panties as she put her glasses on.

She felt like throwing up, thinking about how she cheated on Nate yesterday. That she would be doing so again in the shower, and whenever Hubert wanted in the future. It would only get harder to deny him, and it was already impossible.

Her feet dragged as she shuffled to the en suite to relieve herself. Her hands trembled as she applied the toothpaste. Thoughts shot back to last night when she frantically brushed after getting home. Gagging over the thought of Hubert using her mouth.

She paused, her routine having brought her to the moment she’d tried to push away. The thought of skipping her shower crossed her mind, but in her gut she knew Hubert wouldn’t accept that.

With the water started, she stripped out of her shirt and panties and tied her auburn hair up in a bun to keep it out of the water. She placed her phone on the shelf next to her shampoo. The hot water pelted off her skin as she pressed the button to VideoTime Hubert. It answered on the first ring, but the screen wasn’t filled with Hubert’s face. Instead it was video of last night, Lindsey crawling topless across Hubert’s floor.

She closed her eyes shying from the video. As soon as her gaze diverted, the silent video started playing sound. The buzz of Hubert’s computer fans, the volume was loud to be able to hear his labored breathing. Her attention returned to the feed, eyes wide in panic at Nate possibly overhearing what was about to happen on her phone. The sound stopped as soon as her gaze was on the screen.

The message came through loud and clear, Lindsey was supposed to watch. She lathered her washcloth with soap, trying to keep her eyes on the screen. The sound flaring to life each time her eyes wondered.

The soap and water washed over her as she watched herself being pushed down in Hubert’s lap. Until he exploded across her face, the video ending with a close up of the facial before the screen went black. She quickly finished up in the shower. *Dwing* [Enjoy the show?]

[No.]

[Ha, well I did.] A second message came through, a gif of Lindsey staring into the camera lathering soap over her chest. [Don’t forget you’re expected at mine after Nate leaves.]

She rolled her eyes, [I haven’t.]

After finishing her routine, and getting dressed she made her way downstairs. Nate had a full breakfast plate waiting for her like always. Sausage links, a pair of fried eggs, toast, and a couple strawberries on the side. Lindsey sat next to Nate, he leaned over kissing her temple. “Good morning, Honey.”

Lindsey turned, kissing him back, “Morning.” She bit into the toast.

Nate started talking about his list of tasks for the day. What client meetings he had, or how he needed to run by the post office. “Those shoes I ordered off Rainforest were the wrong size, I’ve got to return them before they’ll send me the right pair.”

Lindsey nodded along to the conversation, picking at her breakfast.

“Is everything okay?” Nate asked, touching her arm. “You’ve barely touched your breakfast.”

Lindsey stilled at the touch, her fork pushing a piece of sausage through some runny eggs. “Yep, all good,” she said leaning in to kiss her husband, but her stomach revolted at the thought of Hubert. “I’m just not really hungry.”

He rinsed his plate off in the sink and put it in the dishwasher. Nate grabbed his return package from the table along with his bag. He kissed Lindsey on the top of her head, grabbing an untouched sausage link from her plate. “Have a good day, Honey,” he said as he went out the door.

*Dwing* [1 minute.] Her stomach dropped, this was really happening. And with a timer on it, she didn’t have time to debate again. With her barely touched breakfast still on the counter, she charged for the front door. Slipped into her shoes, and rushed across the yards.

She turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t budge. She hit the doorbell, glancing around for anyone that might see her. “You know the drill, flash the camera, Lindsey.”

She fumbled with the top button of her blouse, double checking that no one was around. A couple more buttons and she was able to pull her boobs from the cups of her bra and out the opening of her top. The deadbolt clicked open, and Lindsey rushed into her blackmailer’s house.

Hubert wasn’t in his computer chair, instead Lindsey found him sitting on a couch in front of his tv. The coffee table covered in soda cans and a stack of paper plates. Some kind of erotic cartoon was playing on the tv. A blonde woman being taken by a large green pig man, her high pitched moans bounced around the dimly lit room.

“Over here,” he ordered, waving Lindsey over to where he sat without looking her way. She walked around the couch, Hubert reached out grabbing Lindsey by the waistband of her pants. She fell forward into Hubert’s lap. “I didn’t get a good look yesterday,” he licked his lips, pulling the two sides of her blouse apart. Buttons popped off revealing her bra beneath. He pushed the straps down her shoulders, her busted shirt with them.

He fondled her newly exposed chest, kneading one while running his tongue over the other nipple. “Delectable,” he growled, nipping at the sensitive nub hard enough to elicit a cry of pain.

“Hubert, I can’t,” Lindsey said, standing from his lap.

“That’s fine,” Hubert said raising his hands in surrender, “I won’t **** you to do anything you don’t want to.” He grabbed his tablet from next to him. He turned the unlocked device to Lindsey. “I’ll just send this to Nate and we’ll be all done.” The screen showed all of the faked messages, the not as faked video of yesterday’s blowjob, and a video from Lindsey’s morning shower. Lindsey stared at the tablet weighing the options once again.