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She's Paying His Debt

By D. Spencer



Copyright 2017 D. Spencer

Published by Slick Media, LLC at Smashwords



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Paul stood by the front door, hiding in the shadows as he leaned on the frame and glanced at the time on his phone. A peal of laughter came from inside the house, and he smiled to hear that Sasha's voice didn't sound angry. If nothing else, he knew that this increased the odds that tonight would happen.

His heart rate increased when he thought the plan that Andrew had come up with, and even though he did feel a strong feeling of guilt at their planned deception, it was somewhat tempered as he remembered that all of tonight's planning was straight from Andrew's mind, and it was completely his friend's idea.

Several minutes later when the time on his phone changed to say 12:00 midnight, Paul stepped up to the door and stood up on his tip-toes to peek in through the small window. He saw Andrew leaning on the back of the couch in the living room, taking a long drink from the amber liquid in his glass, and when it seemed like Sasha was nowhere around, Paul reached for the handle and turned the knob.

Walking in silently, Paul saw Andrew flinch in surprise to see him, then his friend shook his head as he visibly relaxed. For a tense moment, the men stood without speaking while Paul looked around the room, then back at Andrew as he tilted his head to the side and asked the question with his eyes.

“It's just like we discussed,” Andrew said softly and without emotion, “everything is set up for you, but...”

“But what?” Paul prodded, even though he was sure he knew what was wrong with his friend. “Should I not be here? Maybe this was a bad idea?”

Andrew opened his mouth to reply, then shook his head and tossed back the last of the whiskey in his glass. “No. No, you don't have to leave, not unless you don't want to be here. This is harder than I thought it would be though, but you know how I can't stand to leave a debt of any kind unpaid. You saved my job, my marriage, and probably my house and car, and you're a damn good friend whom I trust to keep his mouth shut about this since there's no way in hell I could truly pay you back for what you've done.”

“Don't worry man, this is really weird for me too. I wasn't really expecting a one-for-one repayment, but this thing with your wife… Wow, now I feel awkward even thinking about it.” Paul cleared his throat and looked around, then lifted the bottle in his hand. “Hey, do you want another drink? I brought some eighty proof in case you wanted to have a glass with me. And of course, since I'm the interloper here, feel free to tell me to get lost at any time.”

Paul saw his friend's head nodding, so he took the bottle into the kitchen and poured himself a glass, and when Andrew's glass appeared on the counter next to his, he poured a generous measure into that one as well. Facing each other in the oddly quiet house, they clinked the edges of their glasses before taking a sip.

Andrew sighed heavily and leaned on the counter, staring at the floor as he spoke. “Look, I won't lie and say I'm comfortable with all of this, so I apologize if I'm not a very good host tonight.”

“I know what you mean,” Paul replied softly, “and it's weird for me as well. I appreciate the gravity of what you're doing, but I can't lie, I do have to admit it's seriously exciting for me. The downside is that I'm also seriously worried that Sasha might find out about this arrangement.”

Nodding his head, Andrew put his glass on the counter and walked towards the hallway. He took several steps before he saw Paul holding his hand up.

“Before we go too much further, I want to verify some ground rules.” Paul paused and waited for Andrew to face him before continuing. “As much as either of us might want to, I mean between me and Sasha, my plan is that there is to be no penetration of any part of your wife of any type, just like we agreed. None at all, not even a finger in her mouth. Only looking and touching.”

Andrew stared at his friend in barely disguised disbelief. “And with nobody around to watch, who will be the judge of that? How can I trust that promise? I know how a guy's mind works since I'm a guy too, and if I was in your position, I... I don't know.”

“Look man, what we're doing isn't exactly sanctioned by your wife,” Paul said with a smirk, “and neither of us want for things to go wrong. The best way to not get caught is to not give her any reason to be suspicious. The less physical contact there is, the less chance that she'll know something is different. Oh, that reminds me of something else. I'll need to borrow one of your shirts before anything starts, and make sure you dab some of your cologne on it. Can you get that done before I head in there?”

Carrying his glass, Andrew nodded his head and walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. He came out a minute later carrying an over-sized flannel, and both he and the shirt smelled like the body spray he had just applied.

Paul slipped the shirt over his own, then held up his glass. “Now I've got the same kind of shave on my face, the same whiskey on my breath, and the same smell on my body. For all a blind person could tell, or in this case, Sasha, I am you right now.”

“Don't rub it in,” Andrew whispered as he stared at the drink in his hand. “So anyhow, everything is ready, and I'm setting my timer for fifteen minutes. What happens now is up to you, but I can't watch it happen. I'll be out here having a drink, so do whatever it is that you are going to do.”

Paul set his timer for fourteen minutes, then pressing the 'go' button at the same time as his friend. “I'll keep this brief since I'm on the clock now. You're a good friend and I don't want to screw that up, so you'll have to trust me when I say that I'll behave myself. Just to help keep me honest, I'm planning on leaving the door cracked open so I won't know if you're checking up on me.

“Also, don't drink too much. I have a feeling that your night is going to get a lot more interesting after I leave, if you know what I mean. When my time is up, my plan is to come out and head straight home so we don't have to chat awkwardly. We may not be in the mood for that kind of stuff, but who knows what will happen. Because of the situation, I want to leave the room before my timer makes noise, and you don't have to see me out if you don't want to.”

Nodding his head, Andrew kept his eyes averted as he gestured with his hand, waving Paul towards the bedroom. Turning around, he walked towards the new bottle of whiskey as his friend went down the hall.



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Easing the door mostly closed behind him, Paul made sure it didn't latch as he turned around to take in the surroundings, half surprised that he didn't see Sasha in the room. He walked towards the bathroom and heard a faint sound of music coming from the en-suite, smiling widely when he saw his friend's wife leaning against the vanity.

Stopping for a moment to take in the view, he felt a response growing in his loins. After a quick check on his phone to see the timer had just over thirteen minutes left, he took a hesitant step forward as he dried his clammy palms on his jeans. The sight of Sasha's partially erect nipples through her hoodie encouraged him, so he closed the distance between them and reached out for her.

A noise from the living room made him freeze, then a smile crossed his face as he realized that Andrew had turned on the TV.

'Can't blame the man,' Paul thought, 'he wants to be distracted from all of this. I still can't believe this is really happening.'

His hands grew clammy again, and they shook slightly when he reached out for the lady in front of him. Paul smirked when Sasha flinched as he rested his hands on her shoulders. He couldn't help thinking that this was almost the exact same outfit she had been wearing when she and Andrew were at his house the night before, but this time he was confident that the hoodie and skirt were the only things she was wearing.

“It sure took you long enough,” Sasha said in a loud whisper. “I was starting to think you had forgotten about me.”

“Not a chance in hell,” Paul responded with a smile, knowing she couldn't hear him over the loud music coming from her headphones.

With his confidence growing, Paul slid his hands up and down her arms, watching intently as the base of his thumbs slid across the edges of her breasts. Sasha smiled and pulled her shoulders back, trying to push out her chest towards him. He slid his hands from her arms to grasp her breasts, and the growing firmness in his jeans jumped to full attention when he paused to fully wrap his hands around her bra-less orbs.

“Holy crap, this is so weird,” Paul said to the woman who couldn't hear him. “I know they are just breasts, and most of them feel pretty much the same, but I still can't believe I'm feeling you up. I've wanted to do this for so long, I could be satisfied by playing with your boobs for hours.”

He stared intently at the shape of Sasha's breasts as his hands moved around them. After almost a minute of touching her covered breasts, Paul mentally chastised himself. 'Quit obsessing with her boobs,' he thought, 'time is getting short, and if you want to pretend to be Andrew, you can't focus on any one thing for too long.'

Even though he was able to break his mental lock on her breasts, Paul's eyes remained fixed on the rigid points poking through her top, knowing that those bare nipples would be in sight soon. Sasha's heavy breathing continued as Paul moved his hands across her torso, then up to her neck before stopping on her cheeks. As much as he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravage her, he had to remind himself that it probably wasn't something that Andrew would do, and he didn't want to alert her that something was different.

Stepping closer to her, Paul leaned in for a kiss, but only brushed his lips across hers. Dropping one hand to make room for his face, he lightly kissed her cheek, then down to her neck, his free hand sliding down to caress her breast again.

Sasha groaned and bit her lip, and Paul chuckled at the partial sight of intensity he could see on her face. He had an idea of how the rest of her expression might look, but the blindfold covering Sasha's face between her forehead and upper lip kept her from showing the full thing, and more importantly, it kept her from knowing it wasn't her husband that was in front of her.

As Paul's kisses moved lower on her body, he unzipped the hoodie, his lips following every new inch of skin that was exposed. Keeping the fabric close together on purpose in order to tease himself, Paul watched closely as the zipper reached the end and unlatched. He quickly adjusted where he was looking to focus on the strip of skin several inches wide that was visible, as was the inner curves of her breasts.

Sliding his fingers up the middle of her body, he slowed down for a moment to gently feel the exposed portion of her breasts, then slid outward across the hoodie before his fingers stopped on top of her completely erect nipples. He gave them each a firm pinch, earning him a moan from Sasha, making his smile grow wider.

Changing tactics when he thought time was going by too fast, Paul reached up for the neck of the hoodie. With a yank, he pulled the edges of the garment apart, pushing it back over her shoulders. With his hands still grasping the garment, he paused for a moment to take in the view, cursing under his breath.

“Damn, those are some nice titties,” Paul whispered reverently as he stared, forgetting for a moment that his hands and mouth had totally free reign to Sasha's body. Dropping his hands, he filled them with the object of his desire, squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts as he listened to her moaning softly in return.

Bending over slightly, Paul looked up to see Sasha's mouth drop open loosely as he sucked on one nipple after the other. He grunted and stood up, taking a step back as he reached down to readjust the painfully tight hardness in his jeans.

“What the hell? Why shouldn't I do this?” Paul asked Sasha, even though he knew she couldn't hear him through her headphones. “Just because I can't fuck you doesn't mean I can't have some fun.”

Unfastening the top two buttons of his jeans, he reached in and grunted while painfully pulled out his hard cock, smiling as he stroked his shaft with one hand while massaging Sasha's bare breasts with the other. He could tell from her reaction that she was just as turned on as he was, but with half of her face covered it was kind of hard to know for sure.

Glancing down to her sides, he saw that her wrists were securely tied to a pole that ran behind her back, leaving her hands by her hips. That pole matched the one that was near the ground, keeping her ankles spread at shoulder width apart.

“I need to see if you're as turned on as you seem,” Paul whispered to Sasha as he released her breasts, then leaned in for a quick kiss on each of her nipples before pulling back to arm's length. “Sasha, I hope you don't mind me getting between your legs for a moment. No? Awesome, thank you.”

Paul went down to one knee, and as much as he wanted to lift her skirt and attack her, he also knew that he was supposed to be acting like Andrew. Even though he didn't know how his friend acted in the midst of pleasuring his wife, Paul had enough of an idea since he had a long history of watching them interact, as well as knowing that tonight was supposed to be a special one-off event, hoping that Sasha would be expecting her husband to act differently.

After adjusting his exposed manhood in this odd position, Paul reached out both hands for her legs. Starting at the point of where her ankles were bound, he slid his hands up her smooth skin. For some reason, this felt a bit more awkward then when he was holding her breasts, so he stopped when his hands were high on her thighs, his finger tips barely hidden under her skirt.

Pressing higher, he smiled as he watched her skirt rise. The fabric pooled on his wrists as he reached mid-thigh, and Paul bit his lip as he dipped his head to take a quick peek. Changing his grip, he used one hand to grab the bunched-up fabric of her skirt, pushing it up to Sasha's waist. Keeping his other hand flat on her thigh for a moment, Paul felt his face flush as he stared at her sex.

With her legs spread and Paul on his knees in front of her, he saw her wetness glistening on her lips, plus the small rivulet that was running down the inside of one of her thighs. The heady scent of her musk penetrated his brain, and before he could stop himself, he reached out to wipe up the small trace of her fluid from her thigh and brought it to his mouth. After taking a taste of her, he wanted more.

Paul leaned forward and pressed his face against her body, his tongue darting out to reach between her moist folds. With their awkward positions he couldn't get more than the briefest taste of Sasha's pussy, but her shuddering reaction was enough for him at the moment.

Paul pulled back and glanced around to find the source of the movement that had distracted him. Laughing softly, he looked at both of her hands as they constantly clenched and opened. Letting her skirt fall, Paul stood up and again massaged Sasha's breasts while he tried to decide what he wanted from her next.

“Damn it Andy,” Sasha moaned, her voice slightly louder because she couldn't hear herself, “quit the teasing and get back down there. I'll make it worth your while, I promise.”

“Nice try, you sexy vixen,” Paul responded with a chuckle, “as much fun as that sounds, you'll have to wait a few minutes for your husband to do that. In the meantime I hope you don't mind letting me molest you. I'm sure as hell enjoying it.”

Looking around her clothes, Paul was surprised to not find any wires coming from her headphones. He checked all around her body, his hands naturally touching every piece of her skin that he could. When he stepped to Sasha's side to look behind her, he didn't realize at first that he was pushing his erection into her hand. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Paul froze in place and looked down, his surprise turning into a smile of pleasure as she moved her hand back and forth.

“I need this inside of me,” Sasha whispered loudly, “take me to bed and fuck me, baby.”

“As much as I'd love to help you there, I really can't fuck your brains out,” Paul said before reaching one hand up her skirt.

Resting two fingers on top of her clit, Paul rubbed her slowly as he stared at his friend's wife stroking his cock. Another glance at the headphones revealed the logo for bluetooth, then he looked down at the lump in the pocket of Sasha's hoodie to find the music player.

“Sweet, no wires to worry about tangling or getting pulled out. Thanks Andrew, that was really nice of you to think of for me.”

Pulling Sasha away from the counter, Paul turned her around so she was facing the mirror. Kneeling behind her, he again lifted her skirt, but this time to play with her ass. Even though he was more interested in breasts and legs, he knew that Andrew had a love affair with his wife's ass, so he knew he had to play the part to keep up the deception. Groping and squeezing her bare ass was still erotic because of the situation, but he quickly lost interest, instead staring at her mostly naked body in the mirror as he fondled her. His eyes remained glued to the reflection of her breasts, and when Sasha pressed her ass towards him, he felt the head of his cock make contact with it. For a moment he didn't move, instead smiling as he looked down to watch the new contact between their bodies.

“Well if that's how you want to be, then fine,” Paul whispered with a smile.

He let go of her ass and let her skirt fall, then felt around her waist for whatever held it up. He found the zipper, chuckling to see that it ran all the way from hem to hips, hidden in the loose folds. With a quick tug, he unfastened the zip and watched the skirt fell to the floor around her feet like a discarded towel.


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