BEHIND THE MASK (Erotic)

THE TASTE OF HER

When we got home from the staycation I could tell something in James had shifted. He was quiet, too quiet. The way he glanced at me was different. Suspicious. Calculating.I knew he had doubts about me.

I remembered how I made him moan and looked at me crazy for the first time.

That night he told me he had an urgent business trip. I barely reacted. Just nodded. But when he left the next morning, it didn’t feel like the last time. Something about his goodbye kiss felt like surveillance. I didn’t know that he had assigned someone to tail me, someone to follow my every step. Someone is watching me. And I definitely didn’t know my next task was already waiting.

A message dropped once I got out of the shower. My phone buzzed and my heart raced as usual before I even picked it up. Like my body already knew.

“You’ve been a very bad girl. Running off to play wife while your Master waits.”

I breathed. My n*****s stiffened. I didn’t want to be aroused but my p***y pulsed like it needed permission to be wet.

“ your next task, get down with Jessica. She’s curious about you. Open her up.”

I stared at the text, blinking. What the f**k? Jessica?

“She’s watched you. You’ve watched her. Now show her how filthy you can be.”

I froze. My stomach twisted. Jessica was my friend. When did she watch me …

We’ve shared laughs, secrets. This was insane. Wrong. But my thighs rubbed together without me even noticing. The thought of being watched again, of obeying, of surrendering… my body ached.

I didn’t text back. I just dressed up, simple top and shorts, and texted Jessica to come over and let’s catch up. Nothing suspicious. She came around looking pretty and casual, the way she always did. We joked a bit, played music. I acted normal. But I could barely focus.

She noticed. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Just tired. Maybe horny,” I laughed it off, trying to make it sound unserious.

Her eyes lingered on me, a little longer than normal.

Then I said, “Can I ask you something personal?”

She looked amused. “Okay…”

I sat close to her on the couch, heart racing. “Have you ever… thought about girls?”

Jessica blinked. “Why?”

“I’ve had dreams,” I said, voice low. “And sometimes I wake up wet.”

She didn’t answer at first. But she didn’t move away either. Her eyes locked on my lips. And then she kissed me.

I moaned into her mouth, soft and unsure. Our bodies pressed and her hands slid under my shirt. My n*****s were so sensitive, my body betrayed me. I let out a little gasp. She kissed down my neck and I tugged her shirt off. She sucked my n*****s. I moaned lost in pleasure’s She hesitated but I whispered, “I want this. Please.”

Her hand slid between my legs and felt how soaked I was down there.

“You’re so f*****g wet,” she whispered, surprised.

I nodded.I Moaned “Don’t stop.”

We moved to the bed. I pulled off her shorts. Her p***y was already wet. I could smell her arousal.

I kissed down her belly and tasted her, and her moans made me wetter. Her fingers tangled in my hair and I let her ride my tongue, her thighs trembling. When she came, she squirted slightly, gasping my name.

And then it was my turn.

She pushed me back, spread my legs and sucked my c**t while two fingers went inside. I saw flashes. My back arched. I screamed. The orgasm broke me. My whole body shook. My p***y pulsed around nothing, then around her fingers again when she slid back in.

I had another orgasm.

Afterwards, we just laid there, naked, breathless. No shame. No guilt. Just heat.

I got up, walked to the bathroom, cleaned up. My body still buzzed from the memory. My phone lit up.

“Good girl. You did so well.”

I exhaled slowly. My n*****s tingled from praise.

But I didn’t know someone had been watching.

The man James sent to tail me had parked near my house. He saw Jessica arrive. He saw us through a small opening in the curtain. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Mariam on her knees. Mariam between a woman’s thighs. He couldn’t believe James’s wife was f*****g a woman and enjoying it.

He picked up his phone and took a quick shot. Blurry but enough. Then he texted James: “Sir. I found something you might want to see.”

But he didn’t get to press send .

Before he could look up again, the car door opened violently. A hand covered his mouth. He tried to fight back, but something pricked his neck. He slumped.

The blackmailer sat beside his unconscious body and took his phone. Deleted the message. Deleted all the pictures. Searched for anything suspicious. Cleaned it all.

Then he placed the phone back in the man’s pocket, wiped the handles, and left without a sound.

The man woke up an hour later, confused. Dizzy. No memory of what happened. No clue why he was even in the car.

I got a text “naughty girl you were being tailed”

“I took care of it”

I froze what did he mean by being tailed.