Part 1 of 3.
A fair bit of background in Part 1, expect sex only in Parts 2 and 3.
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Maya unlocked the front door to their modest home and walked directly back to the kitchen, out of sight, and leaned on the counter to steady herself. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. It's a nightmare," she whispered to herself.
The evening had started so great, with the company Holiday Party where her husband, Howard, was an accountant. The new German owner of the company had spared no expense on the festivities, and Maya had helped herself to plenty of wine.
This was Maya's favorite (and only) public social event of the year. The rest of the year, she followed Howard's lead and stayed at home, away from other people and she was fine with that.
But Maya always loved getting dressed up and showing off her well-toned, Filipina body on the dancefloor. She always worked harder in her aerobics classes in the months leading up to the annual party, keeping her 36-year-old, petite 4'11" body well-toned and tight. She always treated herself to a new dress, nothing too slutty, but something that accentuated her figure.
Howard had never set foot on the dancefloor but loved to watch all of his coworkers drool over his hot little Asian wife, getting more and more 'hands-y' as the night wore on. Afterward, Maya always liked to joke about how many times she had been poked by the erections of Howard's coworkers, especially during slow dances.
Howard was 52, white, balding and skinny. H never had an answer when people asked him, "How did YOU end up with HER?!?" He guessed it was the stability he provided that Maya was attracted to after she escaped a life of poverty and abuse as a girl in the Philippines.
But Howard certainly wasn't complaining. He knew his wife was super hot and Maya's libido was always amped up in the days following the party. Howard was hoping he could keep up with her this year. He sensed Maya had been frustrated after last year's party, not satisfied with his usual 'three pumps and blow his wad' approach to sex. Maybe this year they would even try it with her on top!
Maya seemed especially turned on this year. Being the center of attention of all these men always aroused her, and made her a little naughty. With a wink, she had slipped the thong she was wearing into her husband's hand after she returned from the restroom earlier in the evening. Howard could tell the gusset was damp, and it was all he could do not to bring the fabric to his nose for a sniff. Maybe he would sneak off to the restroom....
Maya returned to the dancefloor as a slow song started to play. Howard saw his boss, Jack, take Maya's hand and lead her to a dark corner of the ballroom. This was Howard's favorite part of the party, Maya's annual slow dance with Jack. As a former athlete at 6'2", Jack was an imposing figure and towered over Maya. He always pulled her close with their bodies pressed tightly together. And he seemed to be constantly whispering to her as they danced. Maya always said it was nothing, but Howard had a feeling it was a bit more than that. Howard just liked to watch them. It always excited him to think about what they were talking about. Were they talking about sex? Or what they might do if he weren't around and they were on their own. Would Maya get on her knees and suck Jack's cock?
Just as Howard was repositioning himself to get a better look at the dancing couple, Rolf Bergen appeared at his side. Rolf was the new owner of his company. Howard was still amazed at the sheer immensity of the German. Rolf was 6'8", with a shaved bald head and built like an NFL linebacker. Tonight he was wearing an elegant dinner jacket and a collared shirt, open at the neck. Howard was intimidated by nearly all men, but especially by Rolf. To Howard, Rolf seemed to be everything he was not: successful, assertive, self-assured and handsome, not to mention he was a truly massive man.
"Howard, we have a very serious issue we need to discuss immediately," said Rolf. "Earlier today I got a call from German state police, based on a request from the FBI. They are asking for our assistance in investigating one of our former clients for Mob-related money laundering. One of YOUR former clients. I spent the afternoon doing my own internal research. Any idea who I'm referring to?"
Howard's stomach dropped. He knew exactly who Rolf was referring to. Howard's first client after getting his CPA was Vince, a small business owner who needed help with his books. Howard jumped at the chance for a first job but soon realized the numbers weren't adding up. There was just way too much money flowing through his businesses for them to be legitimate. When worked up the nerve to bring it up, Howard was told in no uncertain terms to keep his mouth shut and not ask any questions.
Howard kept his head down for a few years, slowly adding other clients, and when Vince died suddenly from an apparent heart attack, he thought he was finally free. But after working late one night, shortly after Vince's funeral, Howard was approached by a stranger and told that he would 'disappear' if he ever breathed a word of what he had seen in Vince's finances. Howard took the stranger at his word.
Then he had met Maya and tried to put that whole part of his life away. But now it was back, and he knew his life would never be the same. His name would be all over those cooked books and fraudulent tax forms. He was now caught between going to prison if he didn't talk to the FBI, and a Mob hit if he cooperated. If only he had a little time, maybe he could find a way out of this.
"Howard! Hello Howard. Did you hear me? You understand you can't work here anymore if this is true. The FBI is involved and is going to start working with German police and deliver a formal request for cooperation. Of course with this now being a German company, we could delay our cooperation indefinitely, but we really don't need the hassle. I'm sorry Howard," said Rolf. Howard remained silent.
Rolf looked over Maya and Jack and their slow dance. Maya's back was toward Rolf and she was pressed firmly against Jack. "Howard, go peel your wife off your boss. She needs to know what's going on."
Howard walked over to the dancing couple with his eyes down. ahem "Maya," said Howard softly, but she didn't hear him. "Maya," said Howard a little louder.
As Maya turned away from Jack and toward her husband, Rolf could see Jack was obscenely fully erect, and strained against his dress pants, something Maya must have felt given how closely they were dancing.
Rolf watched as Maya led Howard away. Howard's eyes remained on the floor as he slowly told Maya about his situation. Rolf could see Maya was getting agitated, but she was still smoking hot. She had a large chest for someone as otherwise petite as she was. And it looked like he could bounce quarters off that ass.
Rolf approached the couple. "Excuse me. Maya, this is obviously a serious situation. We will return to your home to discuss this immediately. My car and driver are outside. Howard go get Maya's jacket and purse. We'll meet you by the door," said Rolf.
Howard wandered off to do what Rolf had instructed. Rolf took Maya by the arm and guided her toward the exit, his other hand firmly on the small of her back, propelling her forward.
Howard walked behind them and remarked to himself how much like a little girl Maya looked next to the massive Rolf. His big, meaty hands on his wife excited Howard, even with his future appearing bleak. He didn't know why it excited him, it just did.
The town car ride back to their home had been uncomfortable, to say the least. With Rolf's massive frame, the three of them were pretty snug in the back of the town car, with silent Howard on one side and Maya in the middle. Rolf leaned in toward Maya during the ride, with his beefy arm slung across her headrest. Rolf didn't wear cologne, but Maya was so close to him she could smell his natural musk. It was slightly spicy, like cinnamon.
Maya sat rigidly on the car seat with knees locked, conscious of the right side of her body in contact with Rolf. And also very conscious that she wasn't wearing underwear.
When the car pulled up in front of their home, Rolf was the first out and offered his hand to help Maya. She slid forward on the seat and her dress naturally pulled up her toned thighs a few inches. Rolf paused to admire the view. Maya looked up and knew exactly where his eyes were. She prayed her panty-less crotch wasn't on full display.
"Maya, you are truly a sight to behold," Rolf said as he again offered his hand to help her out.
