Jail House

I was arrested for a crime I didn’t commit. My husband was killed and I was accused of being the killer. Sure I stood to inherit millions, but I didn’t know that at the time. I was in Toronto when he was killed, and even though I had a strong alibi, they arrested me anyway. The officers told me it was for my own protection, but I knew they thought I was guilty. I at least had my own cell, away from the rest of the prisoners, but I just wanted to go home.

“Callie, your lawyer, Gary, is here! Come on, you only get an hour with him. You know that. Move it!” The guard told me. I stood up; she shackled me, and led me to the visitors’ room. He told her to remove the shackles, as I was actually going to be placed in a safe house. I was shocked—I was accused of killing the love of my life and I get out of jail? I asked him what happened and he informed me that they had verified my alibi, but there was a person of interest, so they wanted to move me to a safe house because the person had connections on the inside. He told me not only would I be in a safe house, I would be allowed to work, but under an assumed name and only from home. I gathered my things and said goodbye to the guards, then headed off to my “new home.”

When I arrived, I was introduced to my “husband,” Jake, an officer who was twenty two years old. I asked Gary who would believe that I was married to him, a woman who was ten years his senior. “Callie, relax. Everyone here thinks you’re only a year or two older. You look that young anyway. Jake will take good care of you. If you need anything, tell him or call me. There is a credit card for you to use to buy some personal items. You two are to act like newlyweds. Take him with you. I’ll come over later.” And with that he kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

I turn to look at Jake. He is as nervous as I am. We start to get to know each other, like birthdays and such. My assumed name is Tess, and we had been married only two weeks. That was the easy part. The hard part would be the “sex” part. We’re supposed to be so much in love that we go at it almost nonstop. I was so shy because even my husband hadn’t seen me naked. He would just tell me he wanted it, pull it out, have me sit on him till he was done and then we’d go about our business. There was no passion in our marriage, it was an arranged marriage. He liked my submissiveness; I was very shy about my body.

Jake told me that we didn’t have to have sex today, but he’d at least like for me to show him my body so if one of his buddies asked, he could say how sexy I was. I said okay; just let me get a shower. He joined me in “our” room and watched me undress. I felt shy, but he told me that I was beautiful. He left the room and I jumped in the shower. I loved the feel of the water on my skin, though I had to get used to showering alone. He came to check on me and found me crying. “Tess, Hun, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

I told him I felt alone, that the three months in jail had changed me. I told him all my fears and he said, “Why don’t I join you in the shower? I’ll wear my swim trunks and I won’t touch you, I promise, unless you want me to!” I agreed, feeling I could trust him. He joined me, and true to his word, he was a total gentleman. I did notice the tent in his pants, though. I could tell he was attracted to me, but he didn’t do anything other than smile.

I get out of the shower and got dressed in the clothes that had been picked up from my apartment, jeans and a tee shirt. Jake was still in the shower, so I went to check on him. What I saw was Jake stroking a beautiful ten inch monster. I started drooling, thinking of the things I could do to him, or even better, what he could do to me! Jake looked up and started blushing. “You weren’t supposed to see that, but I guess I wasn’t supposed to see your hand down your jeans either. Can I give you a hand?”

I smiled sheepishly, “Sure, let me go in the room.” I went back to the room, dropped my jeans and waited. He came in, his cock leading the way. “Callie, I mean Tess, you are amazingly beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that? I wanted to fuck you senseless as soon as I saw your beautiful body, but from what Gary told me, you were assaulted while you were in jail. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t wahhhhh…” He was interrupted but my mouth on his cock, slurping and sucking as I bobbed up and down on it.

“I’m sorry, Jake. I need to go!” I ran from the room, grabbing my jeans and shoes as I left. I ran into a second room and fingered myself senseless, but no release came. Oh why did I have to be paired with such a sexy man? Why did he have to have a huge mammoth cock and rock hard abs? How am I going to live with him and not want to ride him every night until we collapse?

Jake knocked on the door and said, “Tess, baby, come on out. We need to talk. We got off on the wrong foot. Gary’s here and we need to go shopping for clothes for you. Please, baby, come out!” I told him I needed to talk to him alone, to tell Gary to wait in the living room and come back. Gary went to the living room and Jake came in. “What do you need?”

I uncovered myself and told him I needed him to help me get off, that seeing him naked made me so horny that I couldn’t handle it on my own. With a smile, Jake climbed on the bed. “Before I help you with that, let me try something else first.” With that, he leaned over and kissed me. I was slow to respond, but soon I was sucking his tongue into my mouth and was feeling even more wet. “Jake, please, help me. I need you to make me cum. I want you buried deep in me. I want you to make me yours. Make me feel like a real woman!”

Jake wasted no time sliding down my body and shoving his tongue into my slit. I came almost instantly, being so aroused that one touch sent me over the edge. Over and over I came, not noticing that he had stopped licking and had slid toward my opening. “Tess, baby, we can keep going or stop for now. Just tell me now. I want to make love to you, but I don’t know if that’s what you want. I only want you to be happy.” Just then, Gary came in, and seeing me naked, Jake between my legs, backed out. “I didn’t know you two were getting better acquainted. Please forgive me!”

Jake said we could wait, but Gary couldn’t, so we got dressed and went out to dinner with Gary. He couldn’t stop looking at me, lust in his eyes. After dinner, Jake, Gary, and I went to the mall to find me some clothes. Jake and I held hands, kissed, and played the whole newlywed act. I told Gary we’d meet him at the food court; that I had something I wanted to look at with my “husband.” He agreed, and off we went to Frederick’s of Hollywood and Victoria’s Secret. I tried on sexy lingerie, nightgowns, and teddies. Jake said buy it all and I did. One thing I kept on, though, was the corset. I told Jake that with his permission, I was going to fuck Gary tonight. Jake agreed, but only if he got to watch.

We met up with Gary, who was looking rather worried because I had lots of bags. I had bought regular clothes and shoes, too, but he only saw the lingerie bags. I told him I was tired and we were going home. He drove us back, walked us in and joined us for a nightcap. I went upstairs and put my bags in Jake and my room. I took my dress off, leaving my corset, garter belt, thong, and pantyhose on. I slipped into my robe and slippers and came downstairs. I walked over to Gary and opened my robe. “You like?”

“Tess, this is wrong. You’re married to Jake and I’m, um, not allowed to touch. I can watch, but must never touch, no matter how hard you make me.” Gary stumbled. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my crotch, whispering, “Remember, Gary, this is all pretend. You can fuck me senseless, Jake doesn’t mind. He just wants to watch. If you smell or even taste your finger, you’ll see that I am very wet. I want you, Gary. I always get what I want.” I leaned over and kissed him. He broke off the kiss by running out the front door.

“Jake? Help me upstairs, please. Help me, any way you can. I am so fucking horny, I need release!!” Jake obliged, carrying me upstairs. He placed me on the bed, slowly untied my robe, and just steps back. “You are truly beautiful. I can’t believe I get to be with a beautiful woman like you…” He started before his phone rang.

“Sir, yes sir, I know sir, but… Yes sir I understand. Goodnight Sir.” He hung up and walked out of the room, leaving me wet, horny, and needing a cock in me. I followed him, trying to get his attention, but he ignored me. I grabbed his phone from the nightstand, looked at the phone and saw my stepfather’s number. Why the fuck was he calling Jake? Oh shit, He wants my husband’s money and my cunt.

When Alex (my husband) and I were married, he never “popped my cherry.” My stepfather had had my sisters, but I fought him off until I moved out. He’d been following me ever since. I thought when Alex died, he’d leave me alone, but I guess not. I grabbed Jake, swung him around, and kissed him hard. “How much? How much is he paying you to keep me safe, to keep your hands off of me? I will double it. He’s got children from my five sisters, he doesn’t need me. Please, Jake, I need this. I need you. Help me help you!”

I ran off, hiding in the library. I started to notice all the cameras in the house, microphones hidden in plants and ceiling fans. I leaned up against a bookcase and suddenly find a hidden room behind the wall. I found out this is a house my husband had lived in when he and I were dating. I found his journal and sat down to read it. “I really like Callie, she’s smart and beautiful. Her stepfather wants us to get married, but he doesn’t want me to take her virginity. He wants me to only use the tip of my cock to fuck her and to ignore her otherwise so he can have her. Callie, my love, if you ever find this, know that I want to fuck you to submission, but Robert would kill me if I do. If you read this and I’m dead, look in the hidden bedroom downstairs. There you will find all the videos of our business arrangement, including his handing over $50 million for a “business” deal. The account book, as well as my last will and testament is in the top drawer. Use it to leave the country. I love you, Callista Renee! Signed, Alexander Bryant Jacobs”