A Cock In The Hand - S01 E30

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

He backed up revealing his still-hard cock, as he began to speak. "Mrs. Stilson, you have made my day, hell, my fucking millennium. Thank you so much for the most memorable day ever. I feel like--"

The garage door began to rumble, and I was slapped back to reality. "Mom's home, gotta go," I barked, as I ran to the phone and cut it off as he blurted "Thanks a--"

I hurled the tripod and giant, horrifying dildo under the bed, grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Before I could make myself presentable, Mom yelled out, "Amy, honey, we're home. We brought you a mac-and-cheese pizza."

"Awesome, be right down. I'm starved."

As I finished, I realized how sore my pussy was after being stretched and pounded like never before. I could feel how distended I was, as the air seemed to have unfettered access through my gaping labia. I applied aloe cream inside and out, and inserted a panty liner to keep the air out until I could recover. After that, I removed the giant cum-coated dildo from under my bed and cleaned it up in the sink. I contemplated where I could hide a giant dildo without Wayne finding it. The only place I could think of was my box of sentimental items on the top shelf of my closet. A new wave of guilt hit, as I put it in the box. It barely fit, as I placed it on top of some of my most-cherished keepsakes.

Then I headed down to see them getting games out for a game night. "How were the Minions?" I asked, cheerily.

"Awesome!" yelled Ashley

"Best one ever!" added Caleb.

They told me all about it, while I wolfed down almost a whole pizza. "How did you know Mac and Cheese is my favorite at CiCi's?"

"Uh, you only tell us every time, Mom," said Ashley, with an eye roll.

We had an amazing game night. I had not felt that stress free and relaxed in months. We played 'Candyland', 'Sorry', and 'Mouse Trap', and even did two rounds of each. After the kids went to bed, Mom got started almost immediately talking about Mark.

"How was the show, after I left?" she asked, like a teenager with a crush. "When he took his shirt off..." she hesitated, "almost had to change my undies."

"Oh God, Mom! TMI please!"

"What? I'm only human. I saw you eyeing his package, too. The man is hung... It was real, wasn't it? I mean it was in a different position and got bigger when we flirted..."

"Mom! What the fuck! You're married!"

"But I'm not dead. No harm in looking. I can't imagine trying to fit that thing..."

"Mom! Stop. Now!"

"So how long did you get to watch him?"

"He stayed a couple hours. I practically had to beg him to stop. Hot as it was, he just kept going determined to make the most of the day."

I couldn't help but smile at the double meaning of my words. I recalled begging him to stop the monster dildo.

"What time is he coming back?"

"He said bright and early."

"I'll make coffee," said Mom, with a devious grin.

"I've never seen you like this before. You're always a bit of a flirt, but wow, you're obsessed."

"I could have said the same about you earlier, but now, you are playin' it awfully cool. If I didn't know better, I'd think you gotcha some."

"Some of us have self-control, mother," I said, sarcastically.

Little did she know self-control was not in my vocabulary that day.

"Like I said, no harm in lookin'. Maybe, I'll make him breakfast."

"Why do I think you would be on the menu, mother!"

"Ooh yeah, served up warm and steamy."

"I'm going to bed. You are too much!"

"Good idea. I need to get some sleep, if I'm making breakfast."

"Night, Mom." I sounded like a pre-teen, embarrassed by her parents.

"Night, Sweetie, pleasant dreams."

I knew she would have pleasant dreams, that was certain. I, on the other hand, had a harder time. My mind raced with so many thoughts. On the one hand, it was the most satisfying day of my life. On the other hand, it was the most terrifying day of my life. This arrogant stranger now had two videos that would be completely devastating, if they ever got out--my marriage would be ruined at a minimum. As I lay in bed stewing, I felt the aloe poultice, I had cobbled together, had done the trick. My vaginal opening had recovered and the rawness I felt earlier, was much improved.

My mind started down the twisted, little cock-slut path. 'The day's not over... You could FaceTime him, one more time.'

Thankfully, the cock-slut voice was quickly squelched by the rational side that could hold its own, after six orgasms had quieted my overcharged libido. I examined my lady parts after the traumatic day, and though I was a little pinker than normal, the soreness was pretty much gone. I applied some more aloe and kept my pussy covered overnight. I lay there for a long while, replaying the events of the day, and the possible repercussions over and over in my mind, but eventually, I did fall asleep; thankful for one more day off. It would have been a long day at work with the little sleep I got.

I awoke to a quiet house, shocked at the time. It was already 10:00am. I fluffed my hair and went downstairs to discover Mom and the girls finishing breakfast.

"Well, hello, sleepyhead. I made pancakes and bacon. There are a few warm ones left in the oven for you," said Mom, cheerfully.

Just then, I heard Mark from the next room. "Erika, those were the best pancakes I think I've ever had..." He was rubbing his belly in another tight tank-T, and today, a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Not quite so tight, but still plenty of bulge. "Good morning, Mrs. Stilson. Good to see you again," he said, flatly. "As I was saying Erika, your husband's a lucky man. Gorgeous, can cook, and makes smart, good-looking grandkids." He stood next to her, and put an arm around her shoulder. "Thanks again. I guess I owe you one, now."

Mom blushed like a schoolgirl. "Honey, for you, I'd cook anytime you want. I'm glad you like it. We've got to keep up your strength. I will have to think about how you can repay me..." Her wicked little grin returned.

I rolled my eyes at Mom, and bobbed my head toward the kids.

"I'd better get back to work," said Mark, after noticing my signal, even if Mom was oblivious.

"I should be done in a couple hours, Mrs. Stilson. Then I can leave you in peace."

I decided to get dressed as mom and the kids prepped for the zoo. I put on some jeans and a tight T of my own. As I dressed, I found myself checking my ass and breasts in the mirror. Hoping for the chance to tease him a bit, as some sort of retribution for the day before. When I went downstairs, I saw Mom and Mark outside talking and laughing, as Mom put a hand on his bicep and squeezed. If I'm being honest, there was a pang of jealousy there. But I quickly told myself, 'Let her have a little fun and be thankful she's drawing his attention today.'

As I watched, I got a text from the new babysitter candidate.

Betsy: I am free today. If you'd like, I could accompany your mother and the children to the zoo. That would give me the opportunity to meet Caleb, Ashley and your mom in a relaxed environment before going straight to sitter duties.

Me: Sounds like a good idea, but I'll need to check with Mom. I know she's spent a lot of time with them and may welcome a break. Or she may want to hoard them for herself for another day.

Betsy: I understand she'll want as much time as she can get with them. Just let me know.

I went out and asked Mom to talk to her for a minute, and smiled at Mark. He looked at Mom. "Thanks again for breakfast, Erika, and have fun at the zoo. It was very nice to meet you."

"You, too, Mark. I have a feeling I will see you again. In the meantime, I'll think about how you can repay your debt," she teased, causing him to blush.

He went back to work, not acknowledging me. I was mad at myself for allowing that to bother me. I had made it clear, there would be no repeating of the previous day's events, and he was honoring that.

"Betsy called and suggested maybe joining you guys at the zoo, for a chance to meet the kids and spend a little time..."

"That would be good. I could use a second set of eyes. When they get wound up, two of them can be a handful. That'll give me a chance to meet her and see her in action."

"Great, I'll give her a call. What time were you planning to leave?"

"As soon as we're ready. Caleb and Ashley are getting their things. Should we meet her there?"

"Let me check." I went in and called her, as Mom stood there watching Mark work.

Betsy decided it was probably best to meet there then, since time was short; she actually lived closer to the zoo.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the kitchen alone with Mark working in the yard, and the videos that could destroy my marriage were still in his possession. It suddenly hit me, just how awkward this would be. It was an unbelievable chain of events that all took place in less than twenty-four hours. I lost all control of myself, my dignity, and my self-respect. I gave it all away willingly, to a complete stranger with a big dick.

Now, I had to confront him and delete the videos. I thought I might actually throw up for a few minutes. I drank a cup of coffee, as I watched him work, through the living room window, and worked up the nerve.

Finally, I took a deep breath and went out to have the talk. The heat of the day was kicking in, and he had already removed his shirt. As I approached, he stopped and looked at me. I could not bring myself to look him in the eye, and so as my eyes turned down, the bulge caught my gaze and when I quickly raised them back up, his glistening chest and abs had me woozy. I found myself looking at a window on the house, as I spoke to him.

"Mrs. Stilson..."

"Mr. Thomas, I need to talk to you about the videos we discussed yesterday. I need proof that they are deleted and assurance that no copies have been made," I said, sternly.

"Yes, ma'am. I can show you where they are on the phone. You can feel free to have it to review and delete everything." He stepped up next to me, touching my shoulder with this arm, as he held the phone between us. "Here is the dot pattern to unlock it," He traced the letter G using the matrix of dots on the screen. Then he locked it out and said, "You try."

I did it and he proceeded to show me the FaceTime app, and where the recording was. As I stood there feeling his heat, I tried to focus, but my mind raced with the memories of yesterday in my kitchen. I barely took in the camera icon and video from yesterday. Lastly, he gave me access to his iCloud account, and his password.

"Take it for as long as you like, Mrs. Stilson. I assure you no copies were made of either."

"You assure me? Really. You recorded me without my knowledge, then blackmailed me with it to get me to do that twisted FaceTime with you last night. Forgive me if your assurance doesn't mean much. Do you have a laptop, Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's in the car. Would you like me to get it for you?"

"Yes, I would. I'll need full access to that, as well."

"Okay, I promise you, Mrs. Stilson, there are no copies anywhere but my phone. I'll be right back." He went to his car and pulled out a backpack and brought it to me. As he did, he told me his password. "Everbodylovespuppies!"

I had to hold back a laugh, reminding myself of the severity of the situation.

"Just to clarify, Mrs. Stilson. If you watch the FaceTime video, and watch it objectively, I'd ask you, does that look like a woman blackmailed into something she didn't want to do? I do feel bad about taking the video in your kitchen without your permission, and I've since thought about it and concluded, watching either video would really just be torture, knowing it will never happen again. Take them both, as long as you like. I've got at least a couple more hours' work. You may or may not believe it, but I didn't watch the FaceTime recording. If you do, you will be the first and only person to see it. There's nothing on the laptop at all, but feel free to take as much time as you want with it."

"Thank you," I said, without looking at him. I took the phone and laptop into the kitchen. I sat at the table he fucked me on the day before, and perused all the files and folders. I did searches of my name and phrases he may have used. It was a pretty sleazy feeling doing a file search of 'cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson, blowjob, dildo, masturbation' and several other terms that, twenty-four hours ago, were unthinkable adjectives for me.

I looked at his browser history and found nothing strange or perverted. I looked in the trash can and there were many old files still sitting there, but nothing suspicious. When I tried to look at his email, it needed a password. The same password worked for that. The only recent ones were sending out job applications and resumes. Lastly, I found his cloud account and examined it thoroughly. There was nothing new in it, and I could not find any sign of activity in the last two days.

Then as I was moving to the phone, I saw a shadow of motion outside the slider and turned quickly to see nothing. Paranoid, I quickly went to the living room and saw him still working through the sheer curtains. Nonetheless, I decided to move to the bedroom for some privacy. I first found the video recorded at the kitchen table. As I watched, try as I might, I could not control the moistening heat between my legs. The memory of his hot, hard cock filling me, pounding me, as I screamed from pleasure, was too much to suppress. When I watched it in its entirety, I could feel myself leaking in my panties. I quickly deleted it and went to the trash can to empty it, to make sure it was gone. Then I remembered he texted it to me and went to his texts and deleted all of them to and from me.

While there, I scrolled down and found some texts to a phone number. I looked at a few and he apparently had someone he was fucking that he called 'Captain Cock Sucker'. It sounded pretty twisted, but didn't affect me so I moved on. But apparently Mark was not quite so innocent as he let on. That wasn't surprising, considering how masterfully he manipulated me.

As I explored his phone for any hidden files, I found an app for the dildo. Don't ask me why, but I had to try it. So I got the dildo out and turned it on. After a moment, the app gave an indication the device was online. As I began to control it, I thought I heard movement in the hall. I quickly went over and whipped the door open, but there was no one there. I went to the guest bedroom and looked out to see Mark still working. My paranoia grew by the minute. In hindsight, it was likely driven by my lack of trust in myself after the events of the day before. I wondered how many others he'd manipulated. As I thought about it, I grew angrier with myself for losing control so badly.

I put his 'present' back in the box and back in my closet, thankful for the mental wake-up call. I found the FaceTime recording and clicked on it, to make sure it was, in fact, me. I watched myself in disbelief, as I presented my naked ass for the camera and spread oil on my engorged pussy. I had almost forgotten, that I had made myself come without using the monstrous toy, overwhelmed by the feel of my lubed fingers. I remember telling myself to turn it off, and to delete it, but I watched the entire recording, unable to stop myself.

Even more disappointing, my pussy was soaked from watching me degrade and humiliate myself for him. As I sat there, steaming down below, rationalizing that it might be better if I pulled the toy back out and used it, just to take the edge off and strengthen my resolve. As I reigned myself in again, I did another very questionable thing. I texted the video to my phone, then deleted it and the text from his phone, leaving copies of both on my phone. I told myself it was about me being in control of them, but in reality, it was another sign of weakness.

As I finished with his phone and laptop, I gathered myself to take them back and wrap things up with him. He was still working, sweating heavily in the Texas heat.

He was working in the front of the house, and I thought distance was best. So as I got closer to him, I held them up so he could see them and set them on the edge of the front porch.

This time, I looked him in the eye. "Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I have deleted everything. I hope to God, I can trust you. You should know I saw a bit of your exchange with a 'Captain Cock Sucker', and I can see you are not quite the innocent, jilted lover you pretend to be. We are both adults and I take responsibility for my own actions. But to make things perfectly clear--yesterday was a one-time thing and will never happen again. When you finish here, I will pay you for your work today and that will be the last time we will interact.

"Understood, Mrs. Stilson. I have very much enjoyed our 'interactions' and owe a big debt of gratitude to you and your mother for boosting my ego during a rough time. I hope letting you have complete access to my personal information and communications shows my sincerity in assuring you our interactions, though forever etched in my mind, never happened as far as the outside world is concerned..."

Even as he spoke, the thought of this being the end left a disturbingly empty feeling in my gut. His sweaty, rippling body, played in my head like a slow-motion B-movie scene of the handsome hunk mesmerizing the swooning leading lady. I tried to keep my gaze directed at his eyes to show strength, but I found them taking in his bare chest and abs and with a mind of their own, then they locked in on the bulge. When I snapped out of it, and returned to his eyes, he had that smug grin that quickly faded when he saw I had noticed.

"Well, I should get back to work so I can stop being a nuisance. I do thank you and your husband for your attention and kindness." He returned to removing the last few overgrown bushes.

"I did not mean to rush you doing your work. You look hot and tired, please pace yourself and take a break if you like. Can I get you some lemonade or water?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Stilson, I brought my own cooler of drinks today. I should not have inconvenienced you yesterday. My apologies," he said, with a tone of hurt feelings.

Not sure why, but I was suddenly hit by a pang of guilt. "You did not inconvenience me, Mr. Thomas. Please let me know if you change your mind and need anything."