I Blackmail His Ex-wife

Fbailey story number 647


I Blackmail His Ex-wife


A guy that I work with asked me, “How would you like to fuck my ex-wife?”

Now I had seen her picture on his desk for the past two years. I knew that she had taken him to the cleaners in the divorce. I also knew that she was a first grade school teacher in the local Catholic Elementary School.

I replied, “She is very pretty…but didn’t she fuck you over pretty good.”

He laughed and said, “Yes she did, that’s why I want you to fuck her over for me. You are single now too so it can’t hurt your marriage any.”

I asked, “What do I have to do?”

Bill said, “Give me ten dollars and I’ll sell you thousands of pictures of Kim. You tell her that you bought them from me. Print out a few to prove it and then make her your sex slave forever. There is no way that she can say no. It would cost her, her job, her reputation, and her family would disown her too.”

I asked, “What is so bad about these pictures?”

He replied, “Look I’ve know Kim since college, she was a wild girl back then, and after we got married she got even worse. The pictures show her naked outside everywhere. They show her fucking all sorts of men and not just one at a time either. She entered wet T-shirt contests, pole dancing contests, and even Mrs. Nude Pageants. She fucked men, women, dogs, and even a pony or two. She let me and other guys put all sorts of things up her pussy. Pay me ten dollars, take the discs home, and enjoy several thousand pictures of one sexy lady.”

I took out a twenty and he handed me several DVD discs and ten dollars change.

That night I couldn’t stop looking at his pictures of Kim.

Kim was gorgeous. She was a tall blue eyes blonde with a fantastic figure. The first few pictures were scans of her driver’s license, birth certificate, and marriage license. There were pictures of her dressed with her parents, graduating from high school, and graduating from college. There were nude pictures of her in front of her Catholic Elementary School and in her classroom.

The pictures showed Kim getting older, going out of town about once a month, and doing things that she would never do in town. It seems that she enjoyed flashing the camera when there were children behind her. Of course they could not see what she was doing but it was sexy as hell seeing her blouse open or her skirt pulled up in the front with children in the background at a park or some other activity.

Something else that was in the very beginning were a number of model releases dated on the first of January each year giving the photographer complete rights to all pictures of her throughout the year to do with as he sees fit. It said that he could sell them, give them away, or post them on the Internet if he wanted too. Verbally he had told her that he would never do anything to cause her embarrassment or to loose her job. That was where I came in.

The next day at work I could not thank Bill enough.

He gave me Kim’s cell phone number and listened as I called her. Her voice mail picked it up because she was teaching a class. I said, “Hello, I’m Fred a friend of your husband…your ex-husband. He sold me your very sexy pictures. I need to talk to you tonight. Meet me at the Percy Restaurant on Third Street at six o’clock and don’t be late. Wear that red leather skirt with that red wrap around blouse…no bra.”

I turned my cell phone off so that she could not contact me.

I had a great day knowing that it was Friday and that I might have her all to myself for the entire weekend. Bill had to tell me that it was time to go home. I had engrossed myself in my work all day long. I checked my phone and there were seven messages…all from Kim. She was very frustrated, she was scared, and she was going to meet me as I had requested.

I only had time to shower, shave, and change my clothes before going to the restaurant. I handed the guy a twenty and said that a pretty woman dressed in red would be asking for Fred. I told him to bring her right over.

I saw Kim enter the restaurant. She seemed nervous as she looked around, then she asked for me. The guy brought her right over and I gave him another twenty.

She asked, “Are you Fred?”

I replied, “No Kim, my name is not Fred. You may call me Master.”

Kim looked at me and said, “I’ll do nothing of the sort.”

I pulled out a small stack of four by six pictures of her that I had printed out. I tossed one on the table. It was a full frontal nude of her. In the next one she was on her back with three men fucking her three holes. There were six guys standing in the background waiting their turns with her.

Kim turned the pictures over and said, “That bastard really did sell you my pictures.”

I said, “No, he sold me his pictures of you. You signed a model release every single year, giving him the right to do whatever he wanted to do with them. They never belonged to you, he sold them to me.”

I smiled and said, “So now your ass is mine, and a mighty fine ass it is.”

Kim turned white as a ghost and asked, “So you are blackmailing me into being your…what…your sex slave?”

I smiled and said, “Yes! Otherwise I will show these and other pictures to your employer, your fellow teachers, and maybe even to your students, your family, and your friends.”

I then handed her the stack. She rummaged through the twenty-three additional pictures, stacked them neatly, and then she handed them back to me.

She asked, “Master, what would you like me to do for you?”

I smiled and slipped my hand up under her red leather skirt. I felt a pair of panties and they were wet. She was excited. I said, “While the waiter is taking our order, I want you to remove your panties and put them on the table in front of me.”

Kim looked at me. I could see her starting to shake. Her nerves where crushed. She had always been the one in charge during her marriage. This was new to her. She wasn’t used to be submissive.

The waiter asked us if we were ready to order. I let Kim go first and then I ordered. Like a good little sex slave, Kim removed her panties and placed them right on top of the table in front of me like I had asked. The waiter looked at her and smiled but she did not look at him. She didn’t look at me either. I picked ...


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