The Voice Ch. 4

Debbie was ordered out of the bath, and for the second time today she had to dry, and then massage in body lotion, in front of the mirror.

Debbie wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the kitchen carrying the speakerphone. She set it up in the kitchen and took a seat.

"Are you ready for your last task?" The voice bellowed.

"Yes," Debbie lied.

"Ok It's simple, I want you to get your personal phone book," the voice boomed.

"My phone book, ok it's right here," Debbie said, as she got the little green book, that had their families and friend's phone numbers in it.

"Ok it goes like this, I want you to call up one of the people in the book, have them come over, serve them dinner, and then serve them yourself," the voice barked.

"Oh simple," Debbie said sarcastically, "Yah I just call them up, you want to fuck me, so some Sicko can watch."

"Debbie you're wasting time, you have one hour, and remember you can't fail this task, also remember I'm listening, one false move and." the voice snapped.

"I get it!" Debbie barked out.

Debbie sat in stunned silence, before she flipped through the book, back and forth, reading off name after name. She finally copied down four names and numbers from the book, which she thought she might be able to get to come over, on short notice.

"This can't be happening," Debbie cried, as she was starting to panic. She also was suddenly reminded of the simple fact that she hadn't had sex with another man in over eight years.

She stared at their names, as she reached for the phone, but just couldn't dial the numbers. She finally mustered some courage, by looking at the refrigerator that was decorated in pictures that her boys had drawn, and dialed an old boy friend's number, but it was disconnected.

"That figures that bum never paid the bills," Debbie moaned.

Debbie dialed the next number, it was her car mechanics, but the phone was picked up by a female voice, so she hung up.

"Ah that guy would have gotten grease all over me anyways," Debbie groaned.

The next number was her younger cousin's, she always thought he showed her more affection than he should have. As sick as it made her feel, she mustered up her courage and invited him over to eat, when he answered, but he said he was going out with the boys and hung up, before Debbie could beg.

"I can't believe I was thinking about fucking my cousin!" Debbie cried.

Debbie read the last name on her list over and over.

"Oh man, Jack Sumner," she groaned.

Jack was a good friend of her husband, who has given them a lot of business over the years, and he had also given Debbie many an uncomfortable stare. He was also the hug and kisses type that Debbie hated.

Debbie even shook when she remembered the time when she was coming out of the garage caring two gallons of milk and Jack rushed up to her. Debbie thought he was offering his assistance, but instead he took the opportunity to slip a hand into Debbie's shirt and he coped himself a cheep feel.

Debbie picked up the phone again and called her cousin again, but got the machine.

"Fucking fag," Debbie cried, as she slammed the phone down, "you go out with the boys, when you could have come over and..."

Debbie slammed her head down on the table. "Man what the fuck am I doing."

Debbie spent some time pacing the floor back and forth. Looking at the clock, she had run out of time and alternatives. Seemingly in an act of desperation, she picked up the phone and called Jack's number.

"Hello."

"Hello Jack its Debbie."

"Oh Debbie, hi what's up?"

"Nothing really Jack."

"Everything all right?"

"Yah I guess, a little lonely maybe."

"Yah well Debbie, hubby will be home tomorrow."

"Yah I know, it's just I made this great lasagna, and well I hate to eat alone."

"Yah I know what you mean."

"So what do yah say Jack?"

"Are you asking me over?"

"Yah you like lasagna."

"That's not all I like," Jack said, which made Debbie squirm in her seat.

"So I'll see yah in a little while?"

"I don't know Deb, I have a date later, need a little, well you know."

"Please Jack!"

"I don't know, she's a sure thing."

"Please Jack you won't be disappointed." Debbie mumbled.

"Really, will yah wear the gold dress?"

"Ah the gold dress," Debbie moaned, "sure I guess."

"I'll see yah in an hour," Jack said, after a brief silent moment.

Debbie put down the phone and slumped in the chair, she had been embarrassed before, but this was a new low. She just proposition her own husband's friend and of all people, Jack Sumner.

She sat in the chair, as her stomach turned when she pictured Jack naked. Jack was stocky man in his forties, and once Debbie saw him with his shirt off, and it looked like he was wearing a fur coat.

Suddenly the phone rang and Debbie jumped, before slowly answering it.

"Very good Debbie, now lets made some lasagna," the voice boomed, "now Debbie take off the towel and put on the apron that's hanging on the stove, and get to work."

Debbie started to make dinner wearing just the apron, as she almost laughed at the voice's perversion level. She put the lasagna in the oven and put some corn on low, finally she put some bread sticks on the oven top, and opened a bottle of wine.

"Ok lets check out the gold dress," the voice barked.

Debbie almost forgot about that part. Debbie made her way into the bedroom and found the gold dress in the back of her clothes closet, and slipped it on. She shook her head when she remembered the one and only time she wore the dress. Her husband bought her the dress to wear, when they had to meet some important clients. When she tried it on, she found out why, as the thing barley covered her body in any and all directions. It was too low cut in the front and back and was too short, although her husband, and his clients' didn't seem to think so. It was an incredibly long night for Debbie, as she was ashamed that her husband would use her as a trophy wife.

Debbie slipped on the small gold panties that go with the dress and headed for the bathroom mirror once again. The voice made Debbie shift and turn into all sorts of positions in the skimpy dress.

Finally when the voice had seemingly had it's fun, and given the dress its seal of approval. Debbie brought the speakerphone into the living room and set it up on the coffee table and nervously waited for Jack's appearance.

A while later the doorbell rang and rang; it took several tries before Debbie staggered to the door.

"Hi, Jack thanks for coming over," Debbie said, in her cheeriest voice.

"Brought a bottle of wine," Jack said, as he gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

"Come on in," a stunned Debbie said, as she was surprised that he brought a bottle of wine, he always drank their booze, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, usually he tries for the lips.

"Dinners almost ready," Debbie said, as she led Jack into the kitchen.

"Looking forward to it, you were always a good cook," Jack said, as he opened the wine. Debbie drank a glass down in record time and poured another, her plan was simple, let the alcohol work it's magic.

The two sat down and ate, Debbie was doing her best to be friendly and not talk about her husband or Jack's wife, even though they were separated. It even seemed like Jack was following the same plan, as a result the dinner conversation was brutally awkward.

Debbie cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, none to surprised that Jack didn't even offer to help. He just seemed intent on watching her every move, in the sexy dress. The two moved in the living room and settled in on the couch.

"How's the wine?" Jack said, as he poured Debbie another.

"Good,"

"It should be, it cost 30 dollars," Jack moaned.

Debbie had all she could do to not laugh in his face; she was still asking herself, why she called Jack.

"So Debbie why don't you tell me why you really called me," Jack said, with an evil grin.

"I ah," Debbie managed, as she knew the question signaled the beginning of the game, and Debbie was hoping that she would be more inebriated, before they got to this point.

"The wines great, but wouldn't a Crown hit the spot right about now," Debbie said, as she went to the liquor cabinet and came back with two snifter glasses full of Crown Royal.

"Hey thanks Debbie, I didn't know you drank Crown," Jack said with a smile.

"There are a lot of things that you don't know about me," Debbie said, but hated herself for doing so.

"I bet," Jack said with another smile, "like what?"

"Like for one," Debbie said, as he gulped a sip of Crown, which burned her lungs, "like I never really minded that you always flirt with me."

"Really, well you hid it well." Jack snapped.

"Yah I hide a lot of things well," Debbie moaned.

"Yah I know, like the simple fact that you like to hide that luscious body of yours." Jack said with a sly smile, "stand up for a sec, and let me take a closer look at you, in my favorite dress."

After an another gulp, Debbie stood up and offered an awkward smile, as she really hated the way he looked at her, like he was always mind fucking her. Jack had her turn around slowly until she was all the way around.

"And there is that ass," Jack shot, which caused Debbie to turn back around.

Jack reached out a grabbed Debbie's hand. "Debbie you were carved out of stone by a sex maniac!" He oozed, as he kissed her hand. Just the kiss sent shivers down Debbie's back, never mind his one liner.

"Hey lets dance," Jack said, as he moseyed over to the stereo. Debbie's heart was pounding, as she always hated to dance with Jack, as he had a bad case of wandering hands. The sounds of soft music bounced off the walls, as Jack grabbed Debbie's hand and pulled her close to him.

The two dance for a while, as Debbie had to fight her urge to slap his face, as his hands were doing their own dance, over Debbie's back and lightly over her ass.

"Ah that's enough dancing," Debbie cried when she felt Jack's hand wander under her dress and press against her gold panties.

"Oh Debbie, just some harmless fun," Jack mumbled.

"Yah I know Jack," Debbie said, as she wondered how she was going to go through with it, If she couldn't even dance with him. She immediately went to the back to the liquor cabinet, as she figured alcohol was her only answer. She sank back down on the couch with Jack, who immediately moved closer. Jack slowly moved his hands up to the back of Debbie's head and caressed the back of Debbie's short hair.

"Love the hair Debbie, short and so sexy, like you," Jack whispered into her ear. Debbie only snickered at his comment.

"Man you are tough," Jack said as stood up, "you change colors quicker than a stoplight."

"Jack I'm sorry, I'm just nervous, you know I never." Debbie groaned.

"Never, man you have two kids," Jack shot.

"No you know never cheated, since I was married," Debbie moaned.

"Oh is that what your worried about, what you think your husband hasn't?"

Jack's comment hit Debbie like a tone of bricks, as her husband had promised her that his cheating ways were over when they got married, although Debbie wasn't that naive. She knew in her heart that he may have cheated, a time or two, as he did have a wondering eye, and she also knew that's exactly how she got together with her husband in the first place.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that," Jack said, as leaned down and wiped away a tear from Debbie face. Jack also leaned forward and found her lips with his. Debbie stomach turned, as he increased pressure, and soon his tongue was searching for hers. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. The two were soon locked in a sloppy wet kiss, Jack's tongue exploring every inch of Debbie's mouth.

Jack's sudden movement startled Debbie, when he spun her around and crashed back onto the couch.

"Debbie your a great kisser, really got me going," Jack said, as he rubbed his hand over the front of his pants. Debbie couldn't help but notice the large bulge that had tented the front of his pants.

"Now Debbie dance for me," Jack barked.

"Ah dance," Debbie said, as she started to move her hips back in forth, "like this?"

Debbie continued her awkward dance, as she felt like a rookie on amateur night. Jack grabbed her by the waist and spun her around and sat her back on his lap.

"Ah yes this what I was talking about!" Jack moaned, as Debbie was doing her best to get off his lap, as she could feel his hard cock poking at her backside. Finally breaking free she stood back up, and continued her swaying.

"That's nice Debbie, but do me a favor and lose the dress,"

Jack hissed.

Debbie instantly felt like a cheep whore, normally she would have slapped him for that, in fact she would have even slapped her husband, if he ever talked to her like that.

Debbie kept dancing as Jack kept chanting, "take it off."

Debbie was thankful that the booze was kicking in, because she felt almost numb as she reached up and slipped her strap off the right shoulder and then slid off the left. She spun around and wiggled her hips, she figured if she was really going to do this then she would at least tease the asshole first. Debbie slowly let the dress fall off the front of her body as she looked over her shoulder at Jack, who was sitting back on the couch, with an amorous smile on his face.

Debbie continued her dancing, her back towards Jack, as she finally let the dress slip off, falling around her ankles, she kicked it to the side. She was now dancing in only her gold panties and black heels. She covered her breasts with her hands and spun around. She kept spinning around showing a little and then turning back around again. She had her back to Jack, as she shuffled back towards him, as she was shaking her gold panties, just inches from his face. She started to shuffle forward again when Jack grabbed her by the waist, tossing her on the couch.

"Teasing time is over," Jack said, as his body weight slammed on top of Debbie.

Debbie head spun with emotions, and alcohol, as she felt Jack take her nipple in his mouth, she closed her eyes tight and tried her zone out method again, as she realized that she had gone to far to turn back now.

Jack spent some time sucking on Debbie's puffy nipples, before sliding down Debbie's stomach. Jack threw both of Debbie's legs over his shoulder and grabbed Debbie's panties by the waistband and quickly slid them down her smooth legs. He held them by his nose and took a deep breath, before throwing them on the floor.

Jack held both of Debbie's legs in his hand, slowly fanning them back in forth, before slowly dropping a leg of the couch and slipping one over his shoulder.

"Ah shaved Debbie, who knew," Jack said, as his face was only inches from her pussy. He spent some time kissing and licking around her pussy, finally in a sudden move, drove into Debbie's pussy. Jack's tongue moved with furious accuracy, as he remembered how long and how much he had wanted this. Debbie also couldn't help but notice, as she was no longer in her zone. Her eyes looked down in horror, as it seemed like Jack was crazy with lust, as his tongue was darting in and out. His fingers were also hard at work. Debbie started to plead with Jack to stop, as she fought against her body's reaction, to his lusty actions. Debbie head was swimming in ecstasy, as her body convulsed.

"Please I can't take any more!" Debbie cried, as she experienced a series of powerful orgasms, which had been a mixture of pleasure and pain, as she felt guilty that Jack could make her feel so.

Debbie was still recovering, when she felt Jack climbing up her body. She felt her breast's being licked and sucked again and then felt Jacks lips on hers, but Jack kept climbing up her body. Debbie soon found out why, when she saw that Jack had his pants off and his large throbbing cock was now poking right at Debbie's face. Debbie tried to move her face out of the way, but Jack was persistent and soon she opened her mouth, just to stop it from being rubbed against her face.

Debbie tried to relax, but his large cock invading her mouth, was causing her gag reflex to work overtime. It didn't help when Jack started pumping his hips back and forth. Debbie was starting to panic, from a lack of air and from Jack's increasing excitement, as she had never had some release in her mouth before.

Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, as Jack slid down her body, but it was short lived, as she felt Jack enter her. Jack was the largest by far of any lover Debbie had ever had. She felt like she was being torn apart, as she let out a piercing shriek. Jack seemed to be turned on by Debbie's pleas, as he picked up speed and the depth of his thrusts. Debbie felt defenseless under his body weight, she also found herself on the verge of yet another orgasm, which really made her panic, because she had never been able to do that with her husband before.

"Please, Jack, oh please," Debbie moaned, as she wanted him to stop, but Jack must have taken that as encouragement as he was now fucking Debbie with an unbridled intensity. Soon Debbie's pain was replaced by pleasure, as her body betrayed her mind.

Debbie was relieved when Jack finally stopped and rolled off of her. She took several deep breaths, but she soon found herself up on the couch, facing the window, her legs spread apart.

"Ok Debbie! Get ready I'm about to get real sinful on your ass!" Jack hissed, as he entered Debbie from behind.

The sounds of slapping skin soon drowned out the soft music playing in the background. Debbie was becoming increasingly light headed, as the alcohol and the day's events were taking their toll. Debbie sighed every time he stopped, as she thought he was finished, but instead he would just toss her into another position.

Debbie soon lost track of the number of different positions Jack had fucked her in. She was almost semi-conscious when she felt Jack's hot cum pouring onto her breasts; she only remembered the evil look on his face, as he did so, time after time.

Debbie's next recollection was waking up near dawn, her head throbbing, but her pussy throbbing worse. She stumbled into the bathroom and by passed looking in the mirror, as she vaguely

remembered Jack coming on her several times. Debbie turned the water on as hot as it would go, and scrubbed her body thoroughly, as she could still smell and feel Jack. She was only thankful that she couldn't taste Jack as well.

Debbie dried off and stumbled back into bed, and drifted back to sleep, not waking up until several hours later. Debbie's heart warmed looking at the clock, it was 11.am and her husband would be home in three hours. Debbie's head was still spinning with questions; none of which she knew the answers too. She slipped on her robe and stumbled into the living room, stopping dead in her tracks, when she saw the speakerphone.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "Hey are you still there?"

Debbie slowly grabbed the phone and put it to her ear, hitting the call button, the phone went dead, and Debbie fell back onto the couch.

"Hey, If you're still watching!" Debbie screaming into the air, as she waved her middle fingers in the air. Debbie was startled by the doorbell ringing and even more startled when she went to the front door. The paperboy was standing there with two older boys, one which had him in an arm lock.

"Ah Excuse Me, Mrs. W, but do you remember me I used to cut your grass?" A tough looking young man dressed in black asked.

Debbie was a little stunned at the boy's sudden appearance and she was a little embarrassed to see the paperboy after what happen yesterday. She looked over the other boys, they were both tall, one was dressed nice, in a shirt and tie, but the one that was doing the talking, was really mean looking. His eyes were as black as coal, and his voice as rough as sandpaper. His baldhead and V-shaped goatee weren't helping Debbie's composer any either, and she was sure that her husband, had always cut the grass.