"Then please come in, Mr. Reagan," she said anxiously and taking his arm she led him to the door. He seemed to resist a little but allowed himself to be coaxed, and Jill breathed a sigh of relief when she at last had him inside the living room.
"Now may I see what it is that you have?" she asked, holding out her hand. Reagan immediately handed her the packet, a strangely cruel grin coming over his face. Jill impatiently tore the wrapping open and pulled out the nearly two dozen glossy color photographs inside.
"My God!" she exclaimed as she saw the first of them. It showed in lewd detail the bodies of a man and woman locked together in sexual intercourse.
And the man was her own husband!
"Like 'em baby?" Reagan asked in a harsh steely voice, very unlike the one he had used out in front of the house.
"They're… terrible," Jill gasped out as she looked at two or three others. She couldn't go on, her eyes were fastened with hypnotic intensity on a photograph that showed her husband's swollen penis disappearing deep up inside the wetly glistening pink vagina of a woman she recognized as Mr. Reagan's niece.
"Terrible?" Reagan said sarcastically. "I think they're pretty damn good. It was hard as hell to get them to come out so well in that dim light."
"You-You mean you took these yourself?" Jill asked unbelievingly.
"Damn right, baby, and I'm going to take them down to your precious husband's whimpy little boss." And Jill knew he meant it.
Jill's mind reeled from the unbelievable revelations of the past few moments. She felt a terrible pain in her heart as she looked at these obscene pictures of her own husband wrapped tightly in a lewd sexual embrace with another woman. And the most painful thing was that she had only herself to blame. Perhaps if she had been more understanding about his sexual needs he wouldn't have been driven to infidelity. Her stubbornness and her pride had helped bring their marriage to this. And even worse; because of this inexorable chain of events her husband was now going to lose the job he had worked so hard for. There would be no vice-presidency! There would be no better life! And she was as much to blame as him!
Guilt and jealousy and betrayal spun a mad dance in the young blonde's unhappy mind. What could she do? Was there any way to save her husband's position, because if he were fired under a cloud of disgrace she knew he would never be able to find another job in the investment field.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she pleaded, "please don't take those pictures to Mr. Aubrey. That would ruin my husband."
"You're damn right, baby, and that's just what I'm after."
"But why?" was her anguished plea.
"Why? I'll tell you why," Reagan said self-righteously. "Because that precious husband of yours snuck in my house and fucked my niece, and I'm going to see that he pays."
"I won't let you do it," Jill cried and desperately tore the photographs in half. Reagan just stood there and smiled while she continued to shred the pictures until only tiny pieces were left. He cooly smiled and drew another packet from his pocket.
"Thought you might do that," he said, "so I made copies, and, of course, I have the negatives."
Jill's beautiful blonde head fell forward in sobbing defeat, then she tried once again.
"Won't you sell them to me, Mr. Reagan. I have some money saved, and I could make it well worth your while. I'll give you a thousand dollars for the pictures and the negatives."
"What! Sell the virtue of my niece for money," Reagan roared in mock anger. "What kind of person do you take me for?" He subsided a little and then slowly stroked his chin as if he had just got an idea. "There may be another way," he said thoughtfully.
"Oh, what?" the desperate young wife asked. "I'll do anything to keep those pictures from Mr. Aubrey."
"Anything?" Reagan said, and a leering grin slowly spread over his heavy features. It was a moment before Jill began to suspect what he meant and her hand went to her throat in horror.
"An eye for an eye," Reagan said menacingly. "Your husband fucked my niece, I'll fuck his wife."
"No! I could never do a thing like that!" Jill gasped out. "Anything else, I'll do anything else, but not that!"
"Sorry baby, it's that or nothing," the big man said. He slipped the packet back in his pocket and started for the door.
"Wait!" Jill said in anguish. "You can't go, you can't do that to my husband!"
Reagan turned just in front of the door. "Change your mind?" he asked.
"I-I don't know," Jill said weakly. "Just don't go yet." She walked shakily over to the liquor cabinet and reached for the bottle of bourbon. She set a glass down on the counter top and, with trembling hands, poured it nearly full of the amber liquid. With a shudder she raised the glass to her quivering lips and took a long drink, then coughed as the burning liquor poured searingly down her throat. The distraught young woman gratefully felt an almost immediate numbness creep through her body and she took another drink. When the glass was empty she poured it full again.
Could she do it? Could she give herself sexually to this horrible man? Maybe if she had enough to drink. After all, she owed it to her husband to try to protect his future any way she could. And sacrificing herself to this… animal might be the only way to atone for her past behavior in denying her husband his conjugal rights. She poured herself one last drink and downed it almost without stopping for air. Then, drawing in a deep breath she slowly turned to face Reagan.
"All right, Mr. Reagan," she said with as much dignity as she could muster. "I'll do what you say if you promise not to take those pictures to Mr. Aubrey."
Reagan smiled in triumph and made a low mocking bow. "I was hoping you'd see it my way," and he waved his arm towards the bedroom door. "After you, my dear."
The defeated young woman walked quickly into the bedroom, not wanting to give herself too much time to think. A lump rose in her throat as she looked down at the king-sized bed she shared with her husband, a feeling of sacrilege coming over her. The door closed behind them, and she turned to see that she was now shut into the bedroom with her horrible neighbor and his German shepherd.
"Is the dog going to be here when you…?" she asked in surprise and revulsion.
"Of course," Reagan said with a grin. "He goes everywhere with me. He hasn't left my side for years."
It seemed the final blow to the proud young blonde that her humiliation would be witnessed by anyone, even a dog.
"Okay, enough playing around," Reagan said in his harsh voice. "Get those clothes off and let's see what you look like in the nude." With these words the big man started to unbuckle his own belt while he kicked his shoes off.
Jill pressed herself tightly back against the wall as she watched him stripping his clothes from his body. This was it. It was no longer something that was going to happen; it was happening. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror, but she was too frightened that he would move toward her without her knowing it. In just a few seconds Reagan stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock already standing out from his belly, looking like the heavy shaft of some medieval weapon. He turned to face her and with a lewd grin on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Like that honey?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. Jill could see the cruel glint of sadism glowing in his ugly little eyes like a burning ember and she felt like a trapped insect being drawn into the flame.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you," he said, continuing his tormenting of the horrified girl, gleefully watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her lovely young face. Jill was completely frozen against the wall as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy penis he held in his hand.