Call His Bluff

Lindsey pulled the sides of her ripped open shirt across her body, hiding her chest. “No. This is wrong and I’m not going to do this to Nate.”

Hubert smirked holding the tablet, “Final chance, kneel or Nate sees everything.”

“I don’t believe you,” Lindsey steeled herself, calling Hubert’s bluff. If he sends the pictures, he’ll have nothing on her. And she could turn him in for ****. Hubert was smart to realize that, she was calling his bluff. She just wished she’d done it earlier, before she’d cheated on Nate.

“So be it,” he said, clicking the big send button. Lindsey’s stomach flipped. Hubert laughed at her shocked expression. “Too bad, I had some real fun planned for you.”

No, no, no. Lindsey ran for the door, pulling her bra and shirt back into place. She was in the car and down the street before realizing that her buttons are torn. She considered turning back for a new shirt, but that would involve going back towards Hubert. No, it would be best to get to Nate, hopefully before he saw everything Hubert sent.

She pulled out her phone to call Nate, beg him to not open the files, to give her a chance to explain everything. The screen lit up, the background was Lindsey with Hubert’s cock resting against her cheek, his cum streaked across her face. The phone was unresponsive, it wouldn’t unlock. Hubert had to be responsible, she couldn’t call her husband.

She parked outside his work. She pulled her shirt together, tying the ends together leaving deep cleavage and her midriff on full view. It would’ve been nice to have full coverage when trying to convince her husband of her fidelity, but time was of the essence.

“Good morning, Mrs. Perkins,” Otto the security guard said as Lindsey rushed to the elevator, his eyes lingering on her exposed skin.

The elevator doors opened with a ding on her husband’s floor. She beelined for Nate’s office. Some of his coworkers stared at her, while others diverted their gazes. She opened the door to his office. Tears streaked his face, his office was a mess items scattered around the room as if thrown in rage. He looked to Lindsey as she entered the room, his eyes bloodshot from crying, “Why?” he rasped, his voice raw.

The world stood still. Lindsey’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Nate, it it’s not what it looks like,” Lindsey tried her best to not break down as she rounded his desk, “he blackmailed me.” Lindsey put her hand on Nate’s shoulder, “It was an accident and he took advantage.”

Nate pushed her hand from his shoulder, reaching out to hit play on the video that was pulled up.

“I can’t keep doing this L, it feels wrong sneaking around your husband like this,” the digital Hubert said.

Lindsey watched herself climb into Hubert’s lap, except the events on the screen never happened. It was one of the fakes Hubert threatened her with. “Hubey, don’t say that. It’s too much fun,” the fake Lindsey said.

Hubert pushed her off of him, Lindsey fell to the floor. “L, I said no.”

“Well, I didn’t. This is over when I say it’s over,” Lindsey said standing, her skirt hiked up revealing her skimpy panties. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll go to Nate, I’ll tell him that you blackmailed me. **** me to suck you off. Then he’ll beat you up, and we’ll go to the police.”

Nate hit pause on the video, “You were saying about ****?” Anger mixed with the grief in his eyes.

Lindsey’s stomach sunk, “I-I-I, Nate you have to believe me.”

He grabbed the tissue box on his desk, throwing it against the wall. “Why? Why should I believe you?” Nate yelled, slamming his fist down on the desk. He hit the keyboard and the video of Hubert and Lindsey from yesterday played, the unfortunately real video of Lindsey sucking Hubert’s dick.

She froze staring at the video. “Get out,” Nate croaked, and when she remained frozen, “GET OUT!” Nate yelled. “Get out. Get out. Get out. You cheating whore!”

Lindsey stuttered, “N-Nate—“

“GET OUT!” Nate yelled again.

Lindsey swallowed, backing away from her husband. As soon as she left his office she heard him break out in sobs, his crying breaking her heart.

“Mrs. Perkins, we’re going to have to ask you to come with us,” Otto the security guard said with a tall woman in a security uniform standing behind him. The two of them took an arm on either side of Lindsey guiding her to the elevator and out of the building.

She returned to her car, resting her head against the steering wheel. The tears flowed as she cried in her car unsure of what to do next.