Do as I say or he goes to jail

I have been writing stories for fun. This is the first story that I have sent in to be published. I hope to hear that some of you like it.

Do as I say or he goes to jail‏

Blackmail, oral, masturbation, wife

Dennis walked in from the garage door at 2 o’clock even thought he normally did not get home from work till after 6. “Joan, we have to talk.” He took his wife’s hand and walked her over to the couch and sat down. “I’ve been taking money at work and I’ve been caught.” Joan looked at him in shock.

Dennis was an accountant for a man who owned four small bars in town. He had been messing with the books and had redirected almost $5000 to an account he had specially set up that only he had access to. “Mr. Webber found out about some money I had skimmed from the company accounts. I only did it because we had some bills that I could not pay. I was going to replace it next month but now he knows. He wants me and you to come to his office later this afternoon.”

Dennis was 33 years old, 5’8″ tall and slim. He looked like an accountant. Joan was 29. 5’6″ and had a body that any straight man or bi woman would would jump in a second. She could have been a super model. The difference between a fashion model and a super model is mostly that a super model has bigger tits and Joan had a pair of 36 D’s on her slim body. They had been married for three years and had been true to each other although each had had a few sex partners prior to getting married. Joan had never been with more than one man at a time and had never tried it with another woman.

“You did what?” Joan said and pulled away from him. “You stupid fool. Now what is going to happen? Did he call the cops?” Why does he want me to come with you?” Dennis replied, “He hasn’t told the police. He says he wants to try to get this taken care of and told me to bring the money with me but I don’t have it. I paid bills with it. I guess he thinks if you know about it you will help make sure that he gets his money.”

At 4 o’clock Dennis and Joan walked into the Main Street Tavern and walked to the back where Mr. Webber’s office was. Dennis knocked and was told to come in. He and Joan stood quietly in front of the big desk. Mr. Webber sternly told them to sit and they sat in the chairs in front of the desk. “Joan, has Dennis told you what has happened?” “Yes” was her only answer. “Tell me what he told you so I know if you know the truth.” “He said that you found out that he had taken some company money. He said he was going to pay it back but you found out first.” “Did he tell you how much?” “About $5000.” “Dennis, did you bring the money with you?” Dennis replied, “No sir. I don’t have it yet.”

Mr. Webber stood and said, “Well I guess that I will have to call the police then.” “Mr. Webber, could you please wait a little while so I can get your money back to you? I always intended to put it back. We had these bills that had to be paid and …” Joan chimed in that she would appreciate it if he should give her husband a chance. “He’s really a good person.” Mr. Webber looked at them and a little smile came over his face. “Joan. I’ve always admired you and would like to help you. I have been thinking about what I could do to help you. I have decided that I will give Dennis some time to come up with the money and not call the cops IF while he is getting it together you will be my sex toy!” Joan abruptly stood up and turned to the door. “You son of a bitch. Never. No fucking way.” Mr. Webber reached for the phone and dialed.