I take control back

After the insane day with Joe, I knew I had to do something to get some control back. I wasn’t even sure how the situation escalated so quickly but I realized I let my guard down and he took advantage of it. So, I gave my hubby extra attention all week. We fucked nearly every day and I even let him do anal since I felt bad that I let Joe do it also. By the time our weekly meeting came around, I was already well satisfied sexually and mentally. I was not about to let him have sex with me again - at least not this week.

I also planned to let him know that I “told my husband everything” even though I hadn’t. I just needed to take control of the situation back from Joe. I dressed much more modestly than usual. I wore jeans instead of a dress. I didn’t do much makeup. This was either going to be my last time to do this or he would fall back in line where we were before. I got to his house and took a few extra minutes in the car to get my thoughts together. I hadn’t responded to his texts at all in the past week and I wasn’t even sure he’d be home.

I knocked on the door and waited. He opened the door and said “I knew you’d be back.”

“Joe, we need to talk.”

“About what? Come in.” Joe was all smiles.

I walked in to smell another amazing lunch he’d prepared.

“Smells good. What did your make?”

“Chicken Piccata. You hungry? It’s ready.” Joe walked to the table where he already had place settings. The he said “I really want to thank you for a great time last week. I know I may have gone a little overboard but I want you to know it was amazing and I can't wait to do it again.”

I decided to dive right in to the conversation. “Joe, you said some terrible things last week. You scared me. You also recorded me without telling me. You also **** me into doing things I didn’t want to do. It was completely inappropriate and I don’t know if I want to keep coming over here. I already told my husband everything so you can’t **** me anymore. I think this is over.”

Joe looked surprised. “Really? I thought we had a great time. You seemed to love it. Why stop now? It doesn’t make sense. And why tell your husband? Does he know you're here?”

“No, he doesn't and this has to stop. That’s where we are. We can try to start over but I’m not letting you do that again.’ I was firm.

Joe paused. “I understand. But we can still eat and be friends, right?”

Now I paused. He was acting so much more mature and calm. “Maybe. Let’s eat today and see where it goes. No promises.”

With that, we ate and talked and laughed. It felt like “old times” again. I really was having fun. He got out another joint for us to enjoy and we sat on the couch to enjoy it. He updated me on his latest adventures and finally apologized for his actions last week. I felt much better about where we were and let my guard down just a touch.

Then he offered to give me a massage with no expectations of reciprocation. I thought about it and decided he could give me a shoulder massage but no clothes were coming off. He agreed.

While he massaged my shoulders I started thinking about last week. Although I was very disappointed in his overall attitude, the sex was amazing and my pussy started getting wet every time I thought about it. I love forceful, passionate sex. I love being taken. But I didn’t like being blackmailed for it. If he had just taken it a bit slower and not done the anal, we would have had a great day. Part of me wanted it again. Part of me lied the “nice” Joe. I was torn.

While I was lost in thought, Joe said “So, when you told your husband how did he react? Was he very upset or was he more turned on? Do you think he would still consider a threesome? I think I could go for that now.”

I took a second. I hadn’t thought about answers to any of those questions yet. “Well, he was pissed but happy I told him. I don’t know if he would do a threesome now since he doesn’t want me to see you anymore. And now I have to make this up to him so he gets exclusive rights to my pussy and my ass.”

I was proud of my quick answer.

“So, he wasn’t super mad? Did you tell him how much you liked it?”

“No. I didn’t mention that obviously.”

“Well, maybe that’s why he wasn’t mad. If he knew how good I made you feel...” Joe smiled.

I just shook my head and said “You really don’t quit, do you? We should change the subject now. Let’s talk about you for a minute. Did you really record us? If so, I want to see the the recording.”

“I was just kidding.I didn’t record you.” Joe said.

“Bullshit. I don’t believe you now. Show me the recording.”

“There is NO recording!”

I got up quickly and walked around the room, looking for any sign of a hidden camera. Sure enough I realized his laptop was sitting open on the desk, facing the couch. “Here. I want you to open this laptop right now and let me look through the files.”

Joe replied “No way. That’s my parent’s laptop, not mine. I don’t even know the code.”

“I’m leaving. If you can’t be honest with me, forget it.” I started walking to the door.

“Wait, I’m being honest. I don’t know the password.” Joe yelled. I opened the door and said, “Well, I guess that’s it. See you around” and closed the door. My heart was racing. I knew he actually might have videos of me and he wasn’t going to show me unless he knew I was serious. Also, if I leave and he didn’t stop me, he would surely put them somewhere else and then try to call me. I gambled. I hoped it would work out.

Suddenly the door opened as I was getting in my car. Joe came running out to say he would show me the video if I came back in and promised to not be weird about it. I thought about it for a minute and I wanted to see the video and I figured either way he probably already had a backup so I might as well go for it.

I slowly got out of the car and went back in. I told him he better be more honest with me from here on out. We went in, sat at the computer and he gave me the password.

I logged in. He pointed to a folder on his desktop that said “Important Files”. I clicked it. I was so curious to see what I might find.