What Happened on Sunday

Sunday Morning

Laura is radiant. She gets up early, singing while she makes pancakes, and she smells like vanilla and something else... a sweet, sexual scent I can’t quite identify. She’s wearing a short pink satin nightgown that clings to her body and reveals the outline of her hard nipples.

"Love..." she tells me with sparkling eyes while serving me breakfast. "Yesterday was... a success. I was dying of nerves, but Mr. Jackson was very patient with me. When I proposed it to him, he went silent for a second and then told me he never thought a girl as good as me... well, you know.

And... to be honest... he's big. Much bigger than you. I struggled a little bit at first."

She covers her mouth laughing, blushing up to her ears. I feel a pang of jealousy so strong it almost makes my chest ache, but my cock gets hard instantly.

Sunday at Noon

While we wash the dishes together, I wrap my hands around her waist and speak into her ear:

"Love... I've been thinking. Just once isn't enough for him. He's a lonely, sad widower... if he just gets one blowjob and then nothing, he's going to get depressed. Maybe he'll get angry and stop coming over. What if... starting today you suck him off every day? That way you keep him happy and he doesn't feel used."

She stands still, the plate in her hand.

"But... I'm used to doing it to you only once a week... and he ejaculates so much... it's much more than you. My jaw would hurt."

I gently bite her earlobe.

"Well, when you come back you tell me everything that happened, how it tasted, how he cummed... and I'll jerk off listening to you. That way you rest your little mouth and we both get turned on. Besides... he's never going to be your husband. It's not a sin, it's charity with a hot twist."

She stays quiet for a second, then nods very slowly, with that innocence of hers that kills me.

"Okay... every day then. If that makes you happy too..."

Sunday 5:45 PM – The Plan

I tell her I'm going to the supermarket for some things for dinner and that I'll be a while. I grab the keys, kiss her, and leave.

In reality, I drive around and end up in the supermarket parking lot, phone in hand, waiting.

Laura, at home, has put on what we agreed upon: a little yellow summer dress with no bra (her nipples show through) and white cotton panties with a little bow. She goes barefoot to the neighbor's house, knocks, and invites him "to have something cool to drink."

6:22 PM

I'm looking at tomato cans like an idiot when the message from the blackmailer arrives:

"Well done, cuckold. Your fiancée is already on her knees again.

Here is the video from last night + the photo from today I just took.

Look what a little slut your virgin has become"

Attached:

* A 12-minute video (last night).

* A photo from today: Laura on her knees, mouth open, Mr. Jackson's thick, veiny cock (it's really huge, easily 20 cm) entering halfway, her pink lips stretched, tears in her eyes but looking up with an angel face.

I don't open it yet. I put the phone away and go back home with my heart in my throat.

6:58 PM

I walk in. Laura greets me at the door, yellow dress wrinkled, hair messy, red cheeks, and a guilty smile.

"It's done... I did it again," she whispers. "He told me to sit on the sofa and... he took out that big thing. I struggled a lot to take it all in, but I managed almost all of it. He cummed so much that a little bit came out my nose... I was embarrassed but he said it was the most beautiful thing that had happened to him in years."

She laughs nervously and hugs me. I notice she's trembling and smells like sex.

"Tomorrow I'll tell you everything and you'll jerk off meanwhile, right?"

"Of course, love," I say with a hoarse voice.

I kiss her and excuse myself to go to the bathroom "to wash my hands." I close the door, put down the toilet lid, and open last night's video.

The Video – Saturday Night (12 minutes of glory and ****)

Living room camera, perfect angle.

Laura is sitting on the sofa next to Jackson. She's wearing the same short pink nightgown from breakfast today. No bra, her nipples showing like bullets.

She wrings her hands, nervous.

"Mr. Jackson... my fiancé is asleep... and... well... I wanted to ask if... if you'd let me do the same thing to you that I do to him sometimes... with my mouth. It would be our little secret, okay? He never has to know..."

The old man looks at her as if he'd won the lottery. He nods, speechless.

Laura slowly kneels between his legs. He unzips his zipper with trembling hands and takes out that monstrous cock: thick, veiny, shiny head already wet. Laura's eyes go wide.

"Oh, God... it's much bigger than my boyfriend's..."

She holds it with her two small hands (there's still some left over), looks at it fascinated, and starts licking from the base to the tip, very slowly, as if she were worshipping it.

Then she opens her pink little mouth and takes it in little by little. Only half fits. She starts moving her head up and down, making wet noises. Jackson strokes her hair, moans softly.

"Like that... like that, my good girl..."

She speeds up, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping down her chin. At one point she tries to take it down her throat and coughs, tears in her eyes, but she doesn't stop.

Jackson grabs her hair gently and starts moving his hips. He fucks her mouth slowly.

Laura moans, touches herself slyly over her panties.

Finally, he warns with a grunt: "I'm cumming, girl..."

She nods with the cock in her mouth, eyes closed.

Jackson cums with a long moan: streams and thick streams that she swallows as best she can. It escapes from the corners of her mouth and through her nose. She pulls away coughing, with strings of semen hanging from her lips, but she smiles.

"Thank you... I needed that so much..."

He helps her up, cleans her face with a handkerchief, and hugs her like a granddaughter. She snuggles into his chest for a while.

The video ends with Laura giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying: "This stays between us, okay?"

I leave the bathroom with my cock painfully hard and my face red. Laura is in the kitchen, humming again, as if nothing happened.

Tomorrow officially begins the rest of our lives: my virgin fiancée sucking the neighbor's cock every day... and me masturbating to the videos and photos the blackmailer sends me.

And there are still three and a half months left until the wedding.