Time passes

A couple of weeks had passed and so far, things had been normal. Mark had slipped back into routine with his wife Allie, and up until this point, no sign of Dave. Admittedly Mark had taken to listening at the door before leaving his apartment to ensure he did not cross paths with anyone on the stairs if he could help it, but thankfully it seemed Dave ran on a different schedule. His secret was safe. For now.

One Friday Mark was trudging back up the stairs after a day in the office, surprised to hear the sound of Allie's laughter as he approached his door. He let himself in and walked in to find his wife sitting at their dining table, deep in conversation with none other than Dave himself. They were both drinking beer, his beer he noted, and there were already a few empty bottles on the table. They had been at it a while.

His wife turned to greet Mark, breaking off her laughter to gush, "Oh honey, your home!" rising to give him a kiss. "I ran into your friend Dave from downstairs... you never told me you guys partied together."

Mark's face must have gone beet red for how hot his cheeks felt as his mind raced over what exactly what she meant by 'partied'. He looked over her shoulder to find Dave grinning back smugly at him, blowing a little kissy face while his wife's back was turned, only to instantly assume a charming, interested expression when she turned back to face him. "Oh... yeah..." started Mark, "I almost forgot about that. Tried to open the wrong door and stumbled across a house of degenerates..." he explained nervously, "These walls hey? Solid as... never heard you guys make a peep down there before."

Dave chuckled, a low, deep sound and Mark's mind was cast back to just how powerful and strong he was. How he had been reduced to almost nothingness in the big man's grip, writhing and moaning like a horny little bitch as he growled into his ear and fu...

Mark snapped himself out of it, Allie halfway through saying, "...believe you did coke and didn't even tell me. Maaark, we haven't partied like that in ages..."

Mark smiled weakly at her but Dave piped up, stealing her attention. "Well my dear, you're in luck. I happen to have a little right here, and it's a Friday night. What do you say? Should we have a little taste?"

Allie turned to Mark and put on her most pleading face, the petite blonde pouting at him wide-eyed as she begged. "Come on honey... it's been forever and it's the weekend. Let's have a little fun!" She bounced a little to emphasise the last part, tilting her head up at Mark who looked from her, to Dave and his heart sunk. Dave was staring at her from behind, his predatory gaze taking in every inch of her, starting at her bare feet and moving up over her shapely legs and ass, accentuated by her lazing around at home leggings. His eyes lingered on her sweet, round rump for a long moment before they slid over to Mark, Dave meeting his gaze and raising an eyebrow as if taunting him to make his next move.

Dave looked between the two, torn as to how to proceed. He had to get Dave out of here as quickly as possible, but if he rocked the boat too much Dave could spill all to Allie and ruin his life. Maybe if he just played along, Dave would tire of his teasing and leave them alone. A line or two, couple of beers and send him on his way. Better than the alternative... an angry Dave threatening to bare all.