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The space suddenly felt very small. Mikey’s a big guy, a real bruiser type - he and my husband Eddy couldn’t be less alike, physically. He’s well over six foot, played rugby for years and still spends hours a week in the gym. It’s where he meets most of his many girlfriends.
“Cold, Vicky?” he sneered, “Maybe you should put some fucking clothes on, it’s nearly midday.”
“I was just getting changed, actually,” I lied, pulling my robe even more tightly around myself. “Now, what do you want, Mikey? I already told you Eddy isn’t here.”
“It’s not Eddy I came to see though, is it, Vicky? I came to see you. I thought it was time we had a little chat.”
I sighed, exasperated. “What on earth do we have to chat about, Mikey?”
“Let’s discuss it in the lounge,” he said, striding down the corridor to the sitting room.
“No!” I let out a strangled cry.
He didn’t even stop, marching straight into the room, the door ajar from when I’d rushed out just a couple of minutes ago.
“Let’s go in the kitchen Mikey!” I pleaded.
But it was too late. He was standing in the middle of my sitting room, a triumphant smile on his face.
“Well, Vicky, what do we have here?” he asked, nastily.
Crestfallen, I looked at the room through his eyes. My phone was mounted on a tripod, there were a couple of ring lights on either side.
I stammered, “I was trying on outfits…”
“Really, Vicky? Because I don’t see any clothes and you certainly don’t seem to be wearing any.” As he said this, he crossed the room towards me and ripped my robe open, tearing the fabric between his big hands.
I screamed, more in shock than anything. What the fuck was happening?
“Shut up and sit down,” he said, gesturing at the nearest sofa.
Grateful to be off my shaking legs, I sank down into the nearest chair, pulling my ruined robe back around me, trembling all over.
Mikey sat down heavily beside me, immediately putting a hand on my thigh and squeezing it through the silky fabric.
“Now, Vicky, I came over because I wanted to have a little chat about this new side-hustle of yours.”
I went cold all over. With a creeping sense of dread, I tried to bluff it out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mikey. And I think you should go. I don’t want to have to tell Eddy about this.”
“You’re right, Vicky,” Mikey agreed, stroking his hand a little further up my thigh. “I really don’t think you’d want Eddy to know about this.”
Reaching into his pocket with his other hand, he pulled out his phone and I watched in horror as he brought my Only Fans page up on his screen.
He started playing a video of me dancing for the camera and stroking my body over my underwear. I was wearing a cat mask and a wig, as usual.
Still hoping I could get myself out of this, I said, “What is this, Mikey? I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”
“Oh, Vicky,” he said, shaking his head in mock sadness. Pulling the fabric back from my thigh, he slowly circled a mole on my leg.
“Do you think I haven’t thought about this lovely body of yours enough times to know it anywhere?” he said, still stroking my skin.
I shivered again, getting goosebumps under his mesmerising touch.
He carried on, “Those are your perfect tits there,” he stroked his thumb obscenely against them on screen as he spoke. “That’s your perfect little arse, and in those little knickers I’m certain is the most perfect little cunt. So don’t try to tell me that BekkiPuss69XXX isn’t you. I’m not a fucking idiot, Vicky.”
I was shaking uncontrollably now. What the fuck was I going to do?
“Please don’t tell Eddy,” I whispered, tears falling from my eyes and running down my cheeks.
“Awww, Vicky, there’s no need to cry,” he said, with mock sincerity. Tossing his phone aside, he wiped my tears away with his thumb, his other hand slipping in between my thighs. “You and Uncle Mikey are just going to have a nice time together this morning, and Eddy doesn’t need to be any the wiser…”Want to see how this ends? It’s available here: https://mybook.to/UBHHBF
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