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"She is my business partner's wife, I shouldn't have done this and listened to the logical voice in my head," is all I could think of, in regret as my partner stood on the edge of the bed and took pictures on his cell phone, making sure he didn't anything. My softening cock twitched from the pleasure it was robbed off, and with each twitch leaked some juice on my thigh. I covered my eyes with my hands and pulled my hair in frustration. Then it struck me. Something was off. He wasn't cursing and shouting at his wife. His only focus was taking my pictures and talking to me. I looked over and saw her lying next to me. Well, she had turned with her back towards me. "Gosh she had such a sexy back and that ass was to die for", is what I thought. And then shook myself out of my horny state.
She had unzipped her husband's pants and was sucking his cock as he stood over her, his phone still focused on me.
I had fucked her the night before in my office when she came looking for him and I knew he had gone to fuck his mistress. She played the damsel in distress role perfectly and had me ramming her pussy. She did the same in the morning and called me in to her place as she was feeling depressed as my partner hadn't shown up at home the entire night and neither was he answering his cell. I had even messaged my partner that I was going to his place to comfort his wife and that he should get home as soon as he can because I wasn't sure how long I could cover up for him. I ended fucking her again. And she was a nice little fuck. I wouldn't think twice before fucking her again, that much I knew. I finally got up off the bed and went to get my pants. She was sucking his hard cock and when she saw me, she stopped and looked at me. "Sorry about what I did, you are a good man, but please wait in the living room for us. And we will tell you the way forward."
I looked at her with hate filled lust in my eyes. Then dragged myself tot he living room, got my pants and shirt, and got dressed. Then I went to the refrigerator, grabbed a chilled drink, and slumped down on their couch. I heard him groan as he came in a couple of minutes. "Fucker couldn't even wait 2 minutes. Can't believe I fell into thus fucker's trap," is what I thought as they walked out, both naked.
"So here is the thing, you were caught fucking my wife. You know that is not going to go down well with our clients when I bring a lawsuit against you, and you will have no choice, but to leave the firm. What I can do is offer you a graceful exit. Just leave. No one finds out what happened except us three," my partner told me.
I just looked at him. "Not happening. Everything was consensual."
"Don't be stubborn. Your fucking from last night is on tape as well, with audio. It will only take a little bit of tweaking to cut some stuff out. You did say you will fuck her and all. So the case is strong against you. Let the firm live and I will leave you to fight another day. Just leave."
"I will think over and let you know. You are not getting an answer from me today."
His wife came around to sit next to me, in all her naked glory. I hated that my cock twitched when she touched my thigh, sliding up to my crotch and cupping my cock and balls. "You are such a devilish bastard, stuck in a bad place but still getting hard," she exclaimed, and looked over at her husband. "May I?"
"Go right ahead babe!" is all he said.
I pushed her hand away, but a little too late. My pants were tenting now and they could see. "I am not interested, and I will take your leave," I said and got up. She tried to unzip my pants again, but I brushed her off and started to walk away.
"Don't you want to fuck me anymore?" she asked in a fake bayish, sad voice as I opened the door. Their mocking laughter is all what I heard as I slammed the door shut and cursed myself for falling in their trap.
I pulled up at a gas station and went to get cold water. I splashed some on my face, hoping the cold therapy will help me take stock of things,
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