Using Jane for my needs

Josh has been an acquaintance of mine for quite some time. His wife, Jane, and my wife used to work together and we shared some interests so we considered ourselves friends. They are a very religious couple. They also have this tradition where Jane would take one weekend a month to visit friends in Chicago. I always found this strange so one month when her weekend away and a weekend my wife was visiting relatives coincided I decided to find out what exactly was going on.

I went over to their house on some bullshit errand the day she was supposed to leave for her getaway. I had a gps tracker that I had bought at a local spy-shop and dropped it in her purse when I had an opportunity. I watched it on my tracking app that came with it. When it started to move towards the highway I went into action.

When I arrived at the location she was already in the house. Not surprising, as she had a bit of a head start on me. So I waited around in my car for a while. About an hour later the front door opened and out stepped Jane followed by man. I didn’t know who he was and I really didn’t care. I did get several really good pictures of them being quite intimate. They held hands as they walked to the car and even stopped for a kiss. That was really all I needed.

As I drove home I started to think about what I would do with the pictures. I originally was going to send them to Josh to show him that his wife was a cheater, but then my devious little mind started to work and I began to think about how best I could use them for my own purposes. Then I hit upon a plan.

I loaded the pictures into my computer. I printed a couple of copies off and then I emailed a set from a dummy email to her. In the email I also told her that copies of the pictures would be sent to her husband, relatives and the people at her church. They would all know her as a cheater and she would be ruined and humiliated. I told her to leave for home early on Saturday and meet me at a nearby park at noon alone.

She emailed me back several hours later absolutely frantic. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this? Blah, blah, blah.” She sent me a couple dozen messages that night and into the next morning. I ignored them all. Finally she sent me a message of defeat and agreed to the meet.

I arrived early and observed the parking area. Finally her car pulled into the lot and she made her way to the designated bench. I hung around to make sure she didn’t bring any company and then I approached her seat from behind. I dropped the pictures in her lap and sat down beside her. Her eyes about popped out of her head.

“Jake? You’re the one? Why?” She sputtered.

“Shut up and listen.” I snarled. “I’ve always suspected that you were cheating on Josh and now I have the proof. And now I’m going to use that proof to get what I want.”

“But I’m not cheating on Josh! Doug is just an old boyfriend that I still love and like to spend time with. You know I don’t have any money, or….” She began with tears shimmering in her eyes.

“Spare me the excuses. I don’t want your money. I want your cunt.”

She sat stunned with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. “I don’t.. I don’t understand.” She stammered.

“If you don’t want these photos plastered all over town you are going to give me a few hours of your time. In those few hours I will use your body in any way I want.” With that I turned away from her and sat on the bench staring into the distance. I could hear and feel her sobbing on the bench next to me.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity I heard her softly murmur in defeat. “Okay”

“What was that?” I asked.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll let you do what you want to me.”

I handed her a slip of paper. “Here is the address to an apartment of a friend of mine who is out of town for a couple of weeks. He won’t mind if I use it to fuck some slut.” Her shoulders slumped with those words. “Meet me there in a half hour. You might want to pick up something to eat. You’ll need your energy. Get something for me too.” With that I got up and left.

Half an hour later there was a knock on the door of my friends’ apartment. I opened it to see her standing there looking miserable holding a bag of fast food. I let her in and took the bag from her.

“I wasn’t sure whether you would show up or not.