Dean Loses Everything

Lilly glanced at Carter, apologizing with her eyes. She hated this. Carter had graduated with an MBA from one of the best schools in the country. He hadn’t been handed his job; he’d earned it. She didn’t know why Dean couldn’t see that.
“Have you called the police?” she asked Carter.
“Not yet, because here’s the interesting thing, Dean made me a little offer that I wanted you to hear before I did anything.”
“What? Is there something we can do to make this right? Some way we can fix this so Dean doesn’t have to go to jail. What he did was wrong – very wrong – but he wouldn’t be able to handle jail.”

“Dean,” Carter said almost pleasantly, “would you like to tell Lilly your idea for making this all go away?”
“Lilly…”
“Yes, Dean.”
“Lilly…you know jail would be terrible for me…”
“Yes, Dean.”
“He thinks you’re attractive….”
“Dean….what are you talking about?
“He wants you. I could see it when the two of you were dancing.”
“What has this got to do with anything?”
“I told him he could…he could have you…he could be with you if he would help me bury this.”
“You told him what?”
Carter interrupted. “He offered you to me…in return for getting him out of this.”
“I don’t believe you…” Lilly said quietly.

Carter, who had been standing throughout this, moved back to his desk. He flipped open a box and revealed a tape recorder. He pressed rewind for a moment and then play. Dean’s voice sounded, caught mid sentence. “—out of this. I know how. You want Lilly. I know your dick got hard when you danced with her. You want her. Take her. Fuck her brains out. She’s not that great in bed but God knows she’s hot to look at. Use her as long as you want to. That should be an even trade.” Then Carter’s voice came out of the speaker. “You’d talked about your wife like that? You’d whore your wife to get out of trouble? Don’t you care about her at all?” Dean’s voice followed a sharp little laugh. “She belongs to me. I support her, I give her everything, she’s mine. She’ll do what I tell her.”
“Stop! Please, stop thing…” Lilly begged and then reached down for the brandy that Carter had poured her. He had said this might be difficult. Boy was that an understatement. She was married to a selfish pig who thought of her as a possession to do with what he would. On top of that he was a thief. Everything in her life was a lie. 

Carter snapped off the tape record. “Lilly….I’m sorry you had to hear that…”
“Then why did you play it for me?”
“Because you wouldn’t have believed me unless you heard it and I thought you should know exactly what kind of man you were married to.”
“Why?”
“Because you are smart and beautiful and kind and you deserve much better. I didn’t want you to think you had to stand by this scum while he went on trial and then to jail.”
“When he suggested that you could…fuck my brains out…Did you think you might want to?”
Carter seemed a little shocked at what she was suggesting. “Lilly, what are you saying? He can’t get away with what he did.”
Lilly looked at Dean. She could see that he was watching her. She could see the hopeful look his eyes. He still thought she could help him. He still believed he would get out of this.

“Dean? Is it my fault or your fault that I’m bad in bed? I was not very experience when we got married. Who was going to teach me if you didn’t?”
“Lilly, sweetheart…I didn’t mean that…I was just talking about the problem you have with coming…”
“Carter, do you think you could make me come. My husband doesn’t seem able to and he blames me for it.”
Dean’s eyes got cold. Lilly was not acting like herself. All of a sudden he got scared that he wasn’t going to get out of this. He glanced at Carter but couldn’t read what he was thinking. 
Carter cleared his throat and said, “There is nothing I would like more than a chance to make your body respond to mine, but I’m not letting him get away with what he did.”

“Carter, I’m not looking to help him getting away with this. I’m just looking for a little street justice here, before you call the cops,” Lilly said with a new edge in her voice. She was surprising herself. “My husband resents you because you’re black and successful. My husband thinks that I am a piece of his property. I think you should fuck me right here, right now and make me come as many times as you can and let him see that it is his shortcoming, not mine. Does that sound like something you’d be up for?”
Carter looked at Dean. Their eyes locked and he saw the mixture of fear and disdain in Dean’s look. “Lilly, I think it’s something I could get up for.
Dean stood up and started to head for the door, “I don’t have to stay here and take this…”
Carter easily pushed him back down on the sofa and held him there with a hand in his chest. “I don’t see why not. It was your idea after all. Lilly, there’s some electrician’s tape in the bottom drawer of my desk. Get it.”

Dean struggled but Carter contained him easily. “Don’t give up so easy, Dean. I’d like to have an excuse to hit you,” Carter said with a laugh.
Lilly brought the tape to Carter and in no time Dean’s hands were secured behind him and his ankles were taped to the leg of the sofa.
When they stepped away from Dean all of a sudden Lilly was shocked. What had she gotten herself into? She looked at Dean and was about to change her mind when Dean said, “I should have known you were a slut. All women are stupid sluts. They are just waiting for a chance to act on it. You’re going to be disappointed, Pierce, she’ll just lay there and –
Carter took a quick step toward him and backhanded him across the face. “Don’t say one more bad thing about her.”
Dean cried out in pain and recoiled from being hit. He talked big but really he was a coward.
“You don’t have to do this,” Carter said to Lilly.

“Carter, I want to do this. When we danced, I knew you wanted me. I felt you get hard. And do you know what else I felt? I felt heat. Between my legs. I thought I was scared of you because I didn’t know many men like you, because I had never imagined myself with a black man. But really I was attracted to you and wondered what it would be like to have your hands on me, your mouth on me, your…cock inside of me.”
Carter looked at Dean, “She’s not that comfortable with talking dirty yet, is she? But you know what? I love that blush she gets when she thinks she’s being naughty. I can’t wait until I’m buried deep inside of her and she’s telling me exactly what she wants and how she wants it.”
“Fucking spade!” Dean said harshly.

Carter laughed. “Fucking spade is right. I’m the spade that’s going to be fucking your gorgeous wife right in front of you. How many times do you think I can make her come? Two, three? I’m going for five.”
“Fuck you!” Dean sputtered, knowing he had been outplayed.
Carter held out his hand to Lilly and she came to him. They were standing to the side of the table, only a few feet from where Dean was trussed up. “You are so beautiful and I can think of a million things I want to do with you, but first….”
Carter turned her so that her back was pressed against his chest. He ran his hands slowly down her sides and then back up again. His hands were large and strong and Lilly loved the feel of them. Firm without being intimidating. And so very, very sexy. His hand reached for the front tie of her dress. She realized she was about to go off the edge of a precipice. If she said stop, she knew he would but she had know desire to stop. All her desire was wrapped up in the big strong body pressed up against her fed by her overwhelming anger at her husband.

Carter untied the dress and eased it open. He gazed down at her body. It was every bit as perfect as he knew it was going to be. God, her tits were gorgeous. Full and round, they would almost overflow his hands but he knew they were taut and firm. An ever so light curve to her belly leading down to long, long legs that seemed to go on for a mile. He got a flash of her slammed up against the wall, him buried deep inside of and those long, long legs wrapped around his hips. His cock which had begun to harden as it he untied her dress, was at full attention now as he promised himself that image was going to be reality at some point in the future. He slid his hands to her hipbones and pulled her back against him. His cock nestled up against the curve of her lush ass and he heard an incredibly sexy moan escape her lips. What did Dean know? She was responsive. The clod on the couch had just never taken the time to make her body sing.
His lips moved to her neck and as he started to nibble, she took one of his hands and moved it up to her breast. He smiled as he kissed her soft golden skin. She smelled so good. He squeezed her beautiful flesh through the lace of her bra and felt the nipple harden. He plucked at it with his fingers as he nibbled on her earlobe and felt her breath start to quicken. As his one hand shifted to the other breast, the hand still on her hip slip down to the lace that was covering her mound. 
“Dean, this first time, just to show you how, I’m going to make her come with just my hands. Her body is already smoldering. I’m going to make it burn.”
He felt Lilly’s hips press back against his hard cock. His fingers slipped under the lace of her thong. He found her slick as he slid his finger down the length of her pussy and then slipped his finger into cunt. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as she felt him play her like a beautiful instrument. The hand at her breast competently popped open the front clasp of her bra, bearing her fabulous tits to his sight. His hand encompassed her flesh as he massaged the flesh, pulled at the nipples, caressed her to a fevered pitch.

“I don’t know about you Dean, but I think my black skin looks awfully pretty against Lilly’s golden skin. She seems to like the way I’m touching her, too. She’s wet. My finger is stroking in and out of her cunt and she’s wet. Lilly, did Dean ever make you wet?”
“Not like this. Your hands, your lips, they’re making me feel amazing.”
“See that Dean,” Carter smirked. “She’s feeling something you never made her feel.”
“Lilly, stop…stop this now…don’t do this.. You’re my wife….”
Carter’s finger was driving deeper and deeper into her as his thumb was stroking her clit. It was making her hips pulse. It was making her feel hot all over. It as making the flesh between her legs heat and swell in a whole new way. “Carter, please…please…don’t stop….Dean…you wanted him to fuck my brains out…isn’t that what you said….and I can’t wait to have no brains left…”