7


The Number


The photo was a close-up of Emily’s face… with a dick in her mouth, a very long, thick dick, much bigger than mine.

“Oh my God, yes!” Jacqui said, clapping her hands together and stomping her feet on the ground. “I knew it. I knew it! She’s no better than me. This is fucking brilliant.”

“Wait, there’s more,” Eddie said, clicking on another thumbnail. This one was of Emily laying on the bed, with a muscular guy kneeling on the bed next to her and his cock in her mouth. “That’s Rob.”

“Look at the size of his cock,” Jacqui said under her breath, which made me snatch my eyes away from the erotic image on the screen to look at my wife. If she noticed me staring at her, she didn’t pay me attention. “She sucked two guys? That makes her even worse than me. Oh, this couldn’t get any better.”

“Well it kind of does and it kind of doesn’t,” Eddie said, clicking through another two pictures. The next one was of the muscular guy on top of her, between her legs and then the last one was a close up of her pussy - her very sexy, smooth, curvy pussy - with a pool of sperm just above it on her belly.

“You fucked her?” I said, aware that I sounded shocked. I looked at Jacqui to see that her mouth was hanging open in surprise too.

“Alas, no,” Eddie replied. “And if I’m honest, she didn’t actually suck our cocks. She wouldn’t do it but I talked her into doing what we call simulated sex shots.”

“It looks like she sucked your cocks to me,” Jacqui frowned at him as he closed the photos down and then turned off the monitor.

“We got her to let us put our dicks in her mouth,” the photographer explained. “And then just hold it there while I took the pictures. Maybe she sucked on them a little but not like… you know?”

“Not like I did?” Jacqui arched an eyebrow, glancing at me as if she realised she was being tactless before carrying on. “And the bit with Rob between her legs?”

“His penis was just pressed against her pussy, not inside her,” Eddie admitted. “It wasn’t real penetrative sex. It’s the technique we use for softcore erotic photography but still, that’s real sperm. Again, she wouldn’t do it, so we made ourselves ejaculate onto her.”

“Both of you?” I had to ask.

“Rob came on her stomach and I finished on her face,” Eddie said bluntly.

“You… what?” Jacqui gasped, then clapped her hands again. “Oh, Eddie. You’ve made my day. No… my month. No, my life! This is so satisfying. You have no idea.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Eddie smiled, seemingly genuinely happy at Jacqui’s delight. “But really, please keep this to yourself. I shouldn’t have told you this or shown you the pictures - or even accepted this job - but I did and I hope it made you happy.”

“It has,” Jacqui looked at me, an almost delirious look in her eyes. “And I bet you enjoyed seeing that, didn’t you, Karl?”

“It was interesting,” I admitted, choosing my words carefully. If I was honest with myself, I was incredibly turned on and couldn’t wait to get Jacqui home to have sex. I hoped she was as horny as I was and not just happy.

“Anyway, I have a home to go to, as I’m sure you do,” Eddie said, hinting that the show was over and that it was time for us to go. As he and Jacqui stood up though, I remained sitting down for a moment.

“Are you one hundred percent sure that wasn’t Jacqui in the other photos?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he replied immediately, shaking his head and opening his office door for us to leave. “You’ve seen all the pictures I took with Jacqui that day.”

“Because I did wonder that-” I started saying, then realised how crazy I sounded. “Never mind. Thanks for today.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jacqui echoed as Eddie led us back to the reception.

“And I know I’m repeating myself, but please remember not to say anything,” he said as we stepped outside. “I don’t want to be part of some sort of family feud or blackmail plot.”

Jacqui reassured him again that everything was fine and then burst into laughter as soon as we got into the car.

“This is unbelievable,” she said, practically dancing in her seat. “Emily has the nerve to call me a trashy slut then she goes and sucks off two strangers’ cocks. I bet Paul has no idea. Karl, you’ve got no idea how fucking happy I am.”

“I can see how happy you are,” I smiled. It was great to see Jacqui feeling redeemed like this, or whatever emotion it was that was causing her to be so elated, but all I could think of as I drove home was what was in those other folders that I’d seen. He said it wasn’t Jacqui but the more I thought about it - the more I replayed that moment in my head - the more convinced I was that it was my wife.

But how did I find out?


* * *


We went to bed that night full of the oddly misplaced excitement that sometimes follows scandalous news or events. All evening, Jacqui kept repeating that she hadn’t really expected her goody-two-shoes sister to even get naked, let alone suck Eddie’s cock. And yet, she’d not only had Eddie’s dick in her mouth but Rob’s as well. And she’d let them both cum on her. Okay, so she might not actually have sucked them - or made them cum herself, but it had happened. It counted. She would never again be able to pretend to be better than her little sister.

That was how Jacqui saw it, at least. I wasn’t sure myself. Unless Emily found out that we knew her dirty secret, she’d still be the same judgemental Emily. But if it made Jacqui feel better, then so be it. A happy Jacqui made for a happy me. However, what was more on my mind was not only how hot I thought Emily was, and whether or not I should feel bad for seeing her naked under such sneaky circumstances, but also if Eddie was hiding something from me. What was that picture that I’d seen? Why didn’t he go back and show me to reassure me that it wasn’t Jacqui?

I knew that I was probably being silly and paranoid but for some reason, I just couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss, even when I was between a still-excited Jacqui’s thighs in bed, fucking her wet pussy hard and fast until we both collapsed into an exhausted and dreamless sleep.

But even a full night’s sleep didn’t cure my anxiety. The thumbnail that I’d seen was burned into my mind and when Liu finally returned my call the following morning I knew I had to do something about it.

“Finally,” I said, walking into another room so that Jacqui wouldn’t hear me talking. “He returns my call.”

“I was out,” Liu explained. “It was late when I got home and didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Or you knew about the photo shoot with Emily and didn’t want to face a difficult conversation,” I suggested.

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “There might have been a bit of that too.”

“Do you know what happened?” I asked. “We went to see Eddie yesterday and he showed us the photos. It’s unbelievable.”

“I left before they got started,” Liu replied. “I felt kind of weird, being part of it. I wanted to help Jacqui out after what she told about her sister being such a bitch to her but once I’d helped her do her makeup and hair, I made myself scarce. I don’t know why, I just felt bad, I guess.”

“But you know what they did?”

“Eddie made a point of telling me on the phone, yes.” Liu paused for a moment. “He also asked me to keep an eye on you and Jacqui while he’s on vacation. He’s worried you’re going to do something and get him in trouble.”

“I have no intention of letting Jacqui say anything to Emily about it,” I reassured him. “It would start World War Three and no one wants that.”

“So what next?” Liu asked. “Does Jacqui feel better now that she knows her sister is capable of being a slut too?”

He had that tone in his voice that indicated he was joking about the inference of Jacqui being a slut, but it still caught me off guard for a moment. I sucked in a breath and decided to tell him what was on my mind.

“Jacqui’s over the moon, yes, but there’s something I wanted to ask you,” I said, wondering how to ask this without seeming distrusting or weird. “I thought I saw a picture of Jacqui on Eddie’s computer yesterday when he was flicking through to find the ones of Emily. A picture I didn’t recognise. Jacqui hasn’t done another shoot, has she? One she hasn’t told me about yet, like a surprise set as a gift or something?”

“Not that I know of,” Liu answered. “Did you ask him about it?”

“Yes,” I replied. “He dismissed it and said it was probably somebody else but the more I think about it, the more I’m sure it was Jacqui.”

“Have you asked her too?”

“Yes,” I replied. “And she says she hasn’t been back for another shoot but Liu, what if it’s a photo she’s not aware of? Or what if there was more to her shoot that she didn’t tell me?”

Liu went quiet for a moment. A long moment.

“Are you still there?” I asked after a while, wondering if he’d been cut off.

“Yes, I’m just thinking,” he said, then paused again. “Eddie sometimes… It’s hard to explain.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look,” Liu said with an audible sigh down the phone. “I’m certain that Jacqui hasn’t done any other shoots but what I’ll do is look through the appointment book when I can and if I can get on Eddie’s PC, I’ll search through it for these photos that you mentioned. The problem is that he’s on holiday now, as I mentioned, for a week, so I won’t be able to do much until then.”

“That’s okay,” I nodded. “Anything you can do to check things out for me would be appreciated.”

I hung up and returned to Jacqui, trying to relax and distract my mind from the silly things plaguing it but even when I pushed the worries of there being other photographs of Jacqui that even she might not be aware of, other concerns invaded my head instead.

When we were in bed that evening, I decided the best action to take was simply to talk to my wife about it. I knew that if I didn’t, I’d be stewing on these matters all night and would struggle to sleep.

“Jacqui,” I said softly, not sure if she was already asleep. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Hmm?” she replied, turning over in bed to face me. “Sure. What’s wrong? You’re not feeling guilty about Emily are you?”

“Why would I feel guilty? You were the one that set it up. No, it’s not that.”

“So what is it?” she pushed the covers back, exposing her upper half and stroked a hand down my cheek in a concerned fashion. It was too dark to see clearly but the faint moonlight coming in through the window lit the upper slopes of her breasts and I felt my cock twitch at the sight of their pert shape but my growing erection only served to bring my worries more into focus.

“This probably sounds crazy,” I started, “But I couldn’t help but notice today that Eddie’s penis is quite a lot bigger than mine. And he’s nowhere near as big as that other guy - Rob, was his name?”

“Yes, Rob’s was big,” Jacqui agreed softly. “My filthy whore of a sister got to suck it, the lucky bitch.”

She said it as a joke - I could tell from the tone of her voice - but what she said only made my curiosity worse. In the studio, she’d breathed, ‘Look at the size of his dick,’ and in such a way that made me look at her in surprise. I’d never before wondered if Jacqui had been with any guys bigger than me, back before we got together. But the way she’d said that had made me think.

“I never really asked you, but did you enjoy what you did with Eddie?” I asked, working out in my head how to phrase what to say. “I know you regretted it afterwards because you felt bad for me, but be honest. Did you enjoy it?”

“Do you mean did I enjoy sucking his dick because it’s bigger than yours?” Jacqui’s eyes twinkled in the faint light. “Is that what you’re getting at?”

“No. I mean, well, maybe… I guess,” I stammered, feeling uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to be honest?” Jacqui asked with a weird tone to her voice. When I nodded, my heart beating hard in my chest for some reason, she continued. “Then yes, I suppose I did. Does that hurt your feelings? I’m sorry if it does but it’s done now. It’s in the past, right?”

“So are you really jealous that Emily got to suck Rob?” I asked, wishing I could stop asking these questions but I’d stepped over some sort of line of morbid curiosity and couldn’t go back now. “With his being even bigger than Eddie’s.”

“Again, do you want me to be honest?” she asked and I nodded one more time. “A little jealous, perhaps, yes. But who wouldn’t be? Sex with new people is exciting. Guys with big dicks are exciting. Any woman who says otherwise is lying. But I’m with you, Karl. And I’m happy.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” she insisted, sitting up on her pillow and looking down at me. Her 36B breasts were more visible now, her pink nipples erect in the cool night air of the bedroom. “I can’t really be too jealous of Emily. Before you, I slept with… a lot… of guys. She hasn’t. I’ve had plenty of experiences that she hasn’t. I bet she’s the one who’s jealous of me. Not the other way around.”

“A lot?” I said, questioning her hesitancy, then chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Were you about to tell me your number then and thought twice? I wouldn’t think bad of you, you know, if it was a lot.”

“It is a lot,” my wife looked away for a second. “Over fifty. Fifty-eight, I think, including you. And yes, before you ask, I’ve had men with big dicks. And yes, I enjoyed them. I’ve also had men that are smaller than you and enjoyed them too. Stop worrying about everything, Karl. I love you and that’s what counts.”

“So if I ever gave you the option of doing it with someone else, you’d say ‘no’?”

I don’t know why I even said that. It just came out of my mouth and I wished I could take the words back as soon as I said them because Jacqui stared at me, her own mouth hanging open.

“Why would you even say that?” she asked.

“Sorry,” I apologised. “I was just thinking out loud. I’m tired and my mind’s playing tricks on me.”

“I know how to settle you down,” she grinned and then slid down beneath the covers.

I felt the warmth of her mouth close over my erection but even as she started to give me a blowjob, my stupid paranoid brain couldn’t help but wonder if she was secretly wishing that it was Eddie’s or Rob’s she was sucking, rather than mine.

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