It had been two weeks since Sherrif Tom Carson had his affair with Sara, his son's 21-year-old girlfriend. She and his son had gone back to college. He intentionally tried to block her from his mind and his life. They both agreed no contact was for the best. They didn't follow each other on social media, and they didn't contact each other.
Tom wanted to return to being a loyal husband. He wanted to write this off as a one-time mistake (well, two times if you're going to get technical). But he knew something had changed within him. Lust tinged the way he viewed the world. He caught himself evaluating most women he met on their sexual attractiveness and graphically imagining how he would like to fuck them.
He was at his worst in the gym. He always had a weakness for fit women in tight gym clothes. He couldn't help but imagine bending over and roughly fucking every cute woman who walked by in yoga pants, whereas, in the past, he might notice them, but his train of thought would stick to exercise. What made it worse was that many women seemed to notice how he looked at them, and quite a few appeared to like it. His ambition to be loyal was not being helped by women in sports bras and skin-tight shorts flirting with him and giving him fuck-me eyes as they walked past him. One sexy minx spent five full minutes bending over in front of him in the sheerest white yoga pants while he did bicep curls. She made eye contact with him from between her legs and gave him a wink.
He was most concerned by the change in how he viewed his daughter's friends. Most of them were only 18 years old. They frequently came to his house to swim in the lake and use the boat. Their standard outfit was the bikini. He used to think of them as kids, almost members of the family. But now his mind evaluated them as women with bodies made for fucking. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn't help analyzing them based on whose lips would look best around his cock (Sophie), whose tits could provide the best titty-fuck (Emma), or who would look best on all fours begging for his cock (Mei).
One person who wasn't concerned about the change happening inside Tom was his wife. She didn't know what caused it or all the consternation it was causing Tom, but she liked the dramatic increase in the quality and quantity of sex she was having. Before the affair, Carol and Tom had sex about once every other week. It almost always followed the same formula. Now, they were having sex about four times a week. It was almost more than she could handle. Tom had become more aggressive and rough, which Carol enjoyed.
Carol chalked up the change to increasing her yoga classes from three to four times per week. She'd lost about 5 pounds and was noticeably fitter. There wasn't anything else she could think of that could have driven the change.
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On his way home from work, Tom was stopped at a red light when his phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number reading, "Someone's been a naughty boy. [winking devil emoji]"
Tom's stomach dropped, and his heart pounded. His hand shook, causing him to fumble his phone. He just stared at it on the floor. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the car behind him honking at him to go through the now-green light. He drove into the nearest parking lot.
He picked up his phone and re-read the message. He tried to convince himself maybe it was a spammer or a wrong number. Then the phone received a second message, "and with your son's gf. [Mind blown emoji]"
Tom was gutted. His world was crumbling around him. This is how his marriage ends. This is how his relationship with his kids ends. He didn't know if he was going to throw up or cry or both.
With trembling hands, he typed out, "Who are you? What do u want?"
The response was, "Sbarro [pizza emoji]. Crystal Lake Mall food court in 30 min [winky face]."
Tom was baffled by the tone of this texter. Were they taunting him? Could this be Sara playing a joke? Unlikely, given that she should be 4 hours away at college.
Tom texted his wife that he was held up at work and wouldn't be home for at least an hour, and he headed to the mall. He started creating a list of possible suspects. Maybe someone on the force got ahold of his dashcam footage. Normally, footage only gets saved and reviewed when an incident is logged, and he didn't log an incident. But who knows, maybe someone reviewed it anyway. Maybe someone drove past and saw them. He didn't see anyone, but he was distracted.
He pulled into the mall parking lot. He wasn't sure how he should play this. Should he get tough with them? Threaten to arrest them on some trumped-up charge? Should he just comply? There was no way to know until he knew what and who he was dealing with.
He sat down at a table in the food court near Sbarro's. He scanned the people there, trying to identify the texter, but he had no idea who he was looking for. Just then, he heard someone behind him say, "Hey, Mr. Carson."
He spun around and saw his daughter's friend Emma. Emma was a tall drink of water that looked like she just walked out of a comic book. She was a statuesque 5'11'. Her body was toned and athletic. She had multiple volleyball scholarship offers from D-1 universities. She also had DD-cup breasts that defied gravity. This day, she was wearing a midriff-baring t-shirt and clearly didn't have a bra underneath. Her nipples were visibly poking out under the fabric, but they still sat perky and high on her chest. Her fit tummy displayed a cute belly button piercing. She wore high-waisted yoga pants that showed off her firm ass. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a braid.
Tom quickly tried to think up something to tell Emma to get her out of there before the texter showed up. He couldn't be too direct as it could raise suspicions. He also didn't want to say anything noteworthy, so she wouldn't mention his presence to his daughter.
"Oh... uh... hi, Emma... uh... "
As he stumbled over his words, he noticed the Sbarro box in her hand.
"Did you text me by any chance?"
"Yeah, duh!" she said with an eye roll and a giggle.
She sat down across from him. Tom's mind reeled. He hadn't considered the possibility that anyone witnessed his and Sara's second affair. They were alone in his house, or so he thought. His mouth hung open in a dumbfounded expression. Emma leaned back in her chair and took a bite of pizza. She could practically see the wheels in Tom's head spinning, trying to figure out what was going on.
She sat there smirking, waiting for Tom to say something. Her mom was a car salesperson and taught her the art of the deal. She was going to play her cards close to her chest and let Tom do most of the talking. She was going to maintain her leverage and exploit it only when it was advantageous.
"What is this about? Why did you text me? Are you blackmailing me?"
"Slow down there, Mr Carson. I can only handle one question at a time. 'What is this about?' It's about what you were doing with your son's girlfriend on Sunday morning... in your bedroom... that you share with your wife."
"How do you know about that?"
"I came into the house to use the bathroom. I heard that little slut moaning. I came to check it out. I assumed Carl must have come home early, but no, it was you... on top of her... naked... making her moan."
"Does Candice know?"
"No. At least, not yet." He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Does anyone else know?"
"Listen, you and I both want the same thing here. We both want to keep this secret."
"What do you want? Is this about money?"
"No, I don't want money... well, not a lot of money in the way you're thinking about."
"What then?"
"In the words of that old movie When Harry Met Sally, 'I'll have what she's having.'"
"What does that mean?"
"There are two months of summer left before I leave for college. I've pretty much tired myself out on the boys in this town. I want to have a summer to remember, and you seem more than capable of that... though not willingly, unfortunately."
"What does that mean?"
"I've been dropping hints for the last two weeks. I've been to your house almost every day in a bikini. I've been wearing necklaces so I could play with them to draw your attention to my tits. The little lip bites and fuck-me eyes. It was either this or hire a skywriter."
Tom had noticed all of that, but he thought it was all in his head. He was aware he was viewing everything through lust-colored glasses. He didn't think one of his daughter's friends would actually be interested in him and sending signals.
"Wait... you're saying you want to have sex... with me?"
"I guess I should have hired the skywriter. Yes, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since I learned what fucking was."
"And if I don't, you're going to tell my wife and daughter about Sara?"
"Don't say it like that. It makes me sound like Weinstein. Let's just say I won't be able to tell anyone anything if there is something in my mouth... something big and hard."
Tom's cock started to stir at that comment. He even started to blush.
"What was the thing you were saying about money?"
"Oh right, I was thinking we could go over there to Victoria's Secret, and you could buy me, well, us some lingerie. I could model it for you in the dressing room." She raised her eyebrows provocatively.
Tom was still stunned. At no point in this conversation did he feel he knew what was coming next. He was expecting to get shaken down by a stranger, but here he was, getting propositioned by a high school girl. Emma's tone during the whole conversation was playful and matter-of-fact, even when she alluded to sucking his cock. Even now, after demanding sex from him, she was just sitting there with a smirk, eating pizza.
Emma was very pleased with how this was going. Mr. Carson hadn't pushed back on anything she proposed. The fact that he seemed to be surprised to learn that she had been hitting on him was good. It meant he was dumb, not uninterested. She'd wanted to be with Mr. Carson since she was in junior high. The first time she touched herself, she was fantasizing about him. The fact that she was so close to making her dream come true was thrilling. Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was tingling, but she played it cool.
"I don't think they let men in the dressing rooms like that. Plus I can't go in there with you. People I know come to this mall, they can't find me buying lingerie for my daughter's friend."
"I was worried about that. Ok, plan B: you give me a couple hundred dollars. I go in. I text you pictures from the dressing room."
"I guess," he said as he absentmindedly pulled out his wallet. He was about to pull out some cash when Emma grabbed the whole wallet and took off towards the store with a giggle. She gave Mr. Carson a wink and a lip bite over her shoulder. She also made sure to do a sexy strut as he watched her ass.
