Welcome To The Bush's
2 - The Proposition
"Jack." I heard my name being called, like a distant roar of a wave.
"Jackie, boy." I heard it again, this time the wave crashed closer.
"Jack! Time to wake up, you lazy fucker." The sudden raise in pitch forced me from my slumber. The landlord stood before me. He was in the house. In my room. My pants still hugging at my ankles, the picture frame beside me. "Jesus, Jack! You had a party and didn't invite me?" He laughed.
My flaccid cock lay in view. I tried to pull up my jeans but he forced me back down on the bed. I lay there, nude before him, propped up by my elbows. I looked at him with genuine surprise. I wasn't sure what to make of it all. Of him. Of the situation I was in. I was still waking up, and I found it difficult to read him. I glanced at my watch, a half hour since then and now. The short timing - his wife must have said something. I was fucked. I was going to lose the house.
"So what do we have here?" He asked, as he picked up the picture frame.
"Er... I can explain."
"Really? You can?" An amused expression showed on his face. "A picture of me and my wife?" He looked at me. "Ah Jackie, I didn't know you liked us so much already. What's this here on the frame?" He dabbed his finger on my cum. Sniffed at it before saying, "Ah, it smells like you like us a lot, hey?" Okay, now he was just being condescending.
"Look. I'm sorry about the picture, Greg. I saw you two earlier--"
"No. Forget it, Jack."
"It won't happen again, I swear. Don't take the house from me. Please."
"Jackie, no ones taking anything from you."
"What? You mean you’re not--"
"No. Never. The thought didn't even cross my mind."
"I don’t understand."
"What’s there to understand? I get it. My wife is fucking hot." He took the frame in both hands and looked at it closely. The frame was blocking his face, but I could swear he was smelling it. A real weird fucker. "I'd have done the same thing in your position. Relax now, Jackie boy." That name was getting on my nerves. But I didn't show it. He was talking down to me - as if I was a pawn in his little chess game. And I wanted to see what he was getting at. "Come on, you gotta admit: it’s a fucking fine piece of ass, isn't it?"
"Uhm," I wasn't sure how to answer that question, so I avoided it. "I don't get it, Greg."
"Don't get what?"
I looked at him blankly.
"Look, I told you we were pretty liberal. So what do you think?" He spread his arms.
"Well... What do you want?"
"It's not what I want, Jackie boy. It's what you want."
"What do you mean--"
"Do you want to fuck my wife, Jack?"
I was stunned by his blunt question. I hesitated before I answered. "No! Of course not."
"You don’t think she's pretty?" He raise an eyebrow.
"No. That's not what I meant. She's fucking hot! She's--"
"So you do wanna fuck her?"
"No. I don't. Stop twisting my words and let me fin--"
"Oh, come on, Jack. Quit stalling and be honest. At least your cock ain't lying to me." He pointed at my bare body. I decided to pull up my pants, but then he sat down beside me. "Everyone wants to fuck her, Jack. Are you telling me that you're the only fucker that doesn't? Huh? Are you some kind of faggot, Jackie boy?"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Okay, relax! Look, Jack. Here's the thing. I want you to fuck her."
"What?" I was dumbfounded.
"No. Not just fuck her. But fucking seduce her! Seduce the shit out of her! Seduce her till she's dripping her wet fucking panties off for you. Then you fuck her." His eyes had lit up. "What do you say to that?"
"Why are you doing this? I don't get it."
"She's fucking her boss, Jack." I didn't utter another word. I let him go on. "She's fucking that piece of shit, and I've got no way to prove it."
"So you want me to fuck her instead of her boss."
"No, Jackie boy. You're missing the point. It's the principal of the matter. She's fucking him behind my back. I'm telling you to duck her. See the difference." He didn't wait for me to reply before he continued. "I need you. So I can use you to blackmail her. So that she doesn't take half my fucking millions when I divorce the cunt."
"So I'm just supposed to fuck her for you?"
"Yeah. No. Well, yes, but not for me. Do it for yourself. Seduce her. Make her fall in love with you. Swoon her. Sweep her off her fucking feet. Do whatever you want with her. I just need to blackmail her. She can have her boss's money. But she ain't taking a cent of mine!"
"But if she's in love with him, how is she going to fall for me?"
"She's fucked around before, Jack. She's loose as a fucking whore, coz she is a fucking whore! Once a whore, always a fucking whore." I nodded in agreement choosing to remain silent. "How do you think I met her? She was someone else's trophy before mine. She's always fucked around. Just never had the opportunity to catch her in the act. But now I do."
"That's why the discretion when you offered me this place?"
"Now you're putting things together."
"I don't know, Greg. I mean--"
"Look, if you do this for me, I'll give you the fucking guest house. Hell, you can even have her if she falls for you. If she doesn't run off with the boss. That cunt!"
I looked at him as if I couldn't believe him. And I couldn't. It wasn’t adding up.
"It's just a tiny guest house, my friend." Now I was his friend, go figure. "She'd take more, much more, half my fucking shit, if I have nothing against her. God knows how much she's got on me."
"I don't know, man. Why me?"
“Because I need something from you - this little favour. And you need something from me – safety, secrecy, security. We’re both in want of each another. If it was anyone else, it wouldn’t work. There wouldn’t be any trust. You understand?”
I didn’t say anything. I just played it out in my head.
"Look, she's just a fucking trophy wife, Jack. There are tons of 'em out there. You think the rich marry out of love? Fuck no! It’s all about impressions. And that hot piece of ass I married, that’s a fucking statement, Jackie boy." I nodded my head. "So are you in?"
I stalled a moment before answering. "Okay, I'll do this. For you. But what's the plan?"
"Okay, listen here. I was thinking I give you a duffel bag stuffed with cash. You swoon her telling her you're some con artist or something on the run from the cops. That this was just your 'carry on' luggage. But you've got tons more stashed somewhere. She’s all about the bad boys, Jackie boy. She falls hard. I know all about that. That's how I bagged her." He winked at me. "I'd bet she'd jump your bones just for that alone. And it doesn't hurt a bit that you're a pretty boy either." He grinned. "I was watching her. The way she eyed you out as I tore up her ass."
I looked at him as he laughed. I had a new found respect for him. Not because I admired the man, but because I was scared shitless of him. This was a powerful man. Not just in size, but in social stature too. You don't get this confidant, brazen and bold overnight. He was rich, the affluently kind of rich, and corrupt with his own sense of grandeur. I agreed to do this for him. Not because I wanted to. But because it was what he wanted. And I was smart enough to be scared of that. He was unpredictable. And the best way to keep a safe distant from him was to keep him as predictable as I could. Men like him are dangerous, uncertain variables. I had to keep a low profile, and I believed that this was my best option. It was most likely my only option.
But it didn't hurt that I'd be getting some sweet ass pussy on the side while I was at it.
"Good. So it's settled then." He got up off the bed and set the picture frame on the wall again. He didn't bother to clean the cum off of it.
"Yeah, all good."
"All good." He smiled, then walked towards the door. "The duffel bag is in the cupboard. She has a morning swim everyday. In the nude. I won’t be around. You can make your move then. And don’t overplay it. She can’t know I’m on to her.”
“Got it.”
“Don't let me down, Jackie boy. I got a lot riding on this. And you have a lot to gain. Remember that." He grinned a big grin that flashed across his face.
I doubted that. I was the one that had a lot riding on this. But I had a plan. I was going to do exactly as he asked: seduce the panties off of his wife, and fuck her brains out. But then I was going to disappear into the horizon with his money. He wouldn't miss it, and I'd be long gone from this sorry place. There was way too much heat here. And I didn't like it.
"You got a pretty little cock there, Jackie boy." Little? What and asshole! "If she doesn't fall for you or the cash, she'll definitely fall for that hunk of meat. And that's all I need. And your part is done." He grinned that big toothy grin as he walked away. I imagined decking him to the floor. But I'd wait for that. I'd wait until after I fucked his wife and taken his cash. Then it would be sweeter.
He left shortly after that. I got up and walked towards the frame on the wall. It was hanging slightly off-centre. I straightened it out and looked at Mrs Bush, my cum streaked across the portrait of her face.
Oh, Gregory Bush was dangerous, but he was yet to find out just how dangerous I was. It was an easy win-win for Jackie Boy. I looked at my cum on Mr Bush's face and a broad smirk grew across mine. I was going to enjoy fucking him over.
