James Keddy owned the town. His empire spread across the mills, the mines and the factories. While not everybody worked for him, there wasn't a family in the town who didn't depend on him for employment.

John Nicolas led his wife Molly through the gates and into the garden of Keddy’s estate. Molly had only just turned nineteen and been married to John for less than three months. John was four years older and worked in the accounts department of Keddy's linen mill.

Molly felt so out of place. She smoothed her hands down the front of her red polka dot dress. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the wide white belt. She reached for and squeezed John's hand then gazed up at him. At just over six feet tall, John towered over Molly, even in her heels.

The queue to be introduced to Mr Keddy shuffled slowly forward. When it came to their turn, John introduced her as Mr Keddy took her hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Molly.”

She blushed and half curtseyed before stammering a thank you in return. Mr Keddy took a long time to release her hand. His cold grey eyes seemed to be checking her out. He was a big man, big and powerful and his grip was strong. She blinked twice. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him as she brushed a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear.

Then they were away and enjoying the canapés and refreshments as the garden party got into full swing. This was an annual event and would go on all evening. Molly got drawn into conversation with other wives as John played a game of bowls with a couple of his workmates.

A butler appeared by her side and politely inquired if she was Mrs Molly Nicolas. Once she'd confirmed that she was, he asked her to accompany him inside. She looked around to tell John where she was going but he was too engrossed in the game so she sighed and followed the man inside.

He led her down a dark wood panelled hallway. Photographs of stern looking men gazed down on her as she passed, her heels barely registering on the soft burgundy rug that covered the dark wooden floor.

After a swift knock, the man opened the door and gestured to Molly to step inside. The door closed behind her and she stood and looked around. The large oak desk dominated the room. On the desk were three sheets of paper and an ornate table lamp complete with a Tiffany glass shade.

She turned as another door opened and Mr Keddy entered. He seemed even taller now and dominated the room. He unbuttoned his grey jacket and sat behind his desk while gesturing for Molly to take a seat.

Molly sat, her hands resting on her lap, legs crossed at the knee, back straight as she'd been taught. She kept her head down, not making eye contact with Mr Keddy until he required it.

Finally, he spoke. “So glad you could join me, Molly.”

Confused, Molly just nodded, still unsure as to why she was here.

“How well do you know John?”

Molly blushed. “John? How well do I know him?” She twisted her fingers as the nerves threatened to consume her. “Well we've been dating for almost two years. Got married in the spring. He’s a good man. I know that.”

“Perhaps,” mused Keddy, still leafing through the three sheets of foolscap in front of him. “So do you love him?”

Molly answered immediately. “Of course I do. I'd do anything for him.”

“Do you believe in right and wrong, Molly? In justice and fairness?”

“Why yes, I do.” Molly was firm in her response. She was a good Christian. John and her attended church every Sunday and Molly believed she was a morally upright person.

“So do I, Molly. Which is why I’m going to have to fire your husband for theft and ensure neither you or him ever works in any of my companies again.”

Molly felt faint. Her world threatened to implode as Keddy's words swirled around her.

“John has been stealing from me. Small amounts but they add up.”

“No,” Molly whispered. “It can't be.”

“I'm afraid it can.”

“But what'll we do? We've nowhere to go. Surely there's been some mistake.”

Molly was getting desperate. She tried to blink back the tears in her eyes

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Keddy stared at her for what seemed an eternity, his fingers steepled as he stared at her. Finally, he spoke.

“There's a game I play each year here at my garden party. It's a secret. If you tell anyone, I'll be forced to fire John anyway.”

“I won't. I swear,” Molly reassured him.

“These three sheets give details of the thefts by three of my workers. John and two others. The loser of the game will be fired.”

Molly nodded to show she understood.

“The game is called Last Woman Standing and it's played by the wives.

Molly stared, open mouthed as he detailed with horrifying calmness how the husband of the last woman still standing by the end of the evening would be fired.

“And you ensure you're not the last woman standing by…?” Molly trailed off. She didn't dare say it. It was too horrible to contemplate.

“By not standing, Molly.”

He stood up and walked around his desk. He stood facing her and calmly unfastened and opened his trousers.

“So what's it going to be, Molly? Get on your knees like a good girl or stay standing and walk out and take your chances?”

Molly couldn't believe this was happening. She loved John. They were so happy. They wanted a family and to live in the town with family and friends. And now all of that was at stake. John wouldn't get another job here. They'd have to move and try to find work but with no references, she knew how hard that would be. Mr Keddy looked after the town and everyone in it. Someone was going to be fired and the only way she knew it wouldn't be John was to get on her knees.

Her eyes were wet as she slid off the chair and knelt on the floor. She watched, staring straight ahead as he pushed down his shorts and his cock sprang free. It was gnarled, like a cigar. The veins were prominent and the uncircumcised head glistened as it peeked out.

He just stood there and waited. She wished he would just take her mouth and use it… use her. But no, she had to be the proactive one. She had to do it. She had to take his cock and suck him off. To swallow his cum.

She stayed kneeling for a long time, just staring at his cock. She traced the length of his shaft with her fingers. He was thick. She couldn't quite fit her hand around the shaft. She slowly rubbed up and down, her fingers brushed his curls. She leant forward and blew her breath on the throbbing cock, reluctant to kiss the head.

Keddy just smirked and waited. She looked so innocent kneeling there. Her face flushed scarlet with shame, guilt or perhaps desire. Her eyes glistened with tears as she locked eyes with him. Her mouth opened and she swallowed. Her tongue caressed the tip before parting her lips and swallowing and sucking him. She jerked it with her lips as it moved inside her mouth.

She sucked hard, wanting it over with. She rubbed the shaft, wanking him off while sucking on the head. Her other hand squeezed and played with his balls. The pre-cum oozed from the head and coated her lips every time she pulled her mouth off him before plunging down again.

Please cum, she silently begged. His hand reached out and brushed her hair. His fingers caressed then gripped her hair. The beautiful bob haircut she’d spent ages getting ready was being ruined as his cock swelled in her mouth.

Just when she thought he was about to cum, he pulled her off him by her hair and gazed down at her with a malevolent grin on his face.

“Of course, a blowjob doesn't guarantee you don't lose. What if the other two wives get on their knees too?”

Molly whimpered as a feeling of dread sank into the pit of her stomach.

“You mean…”

“You're not a virgin, Molly. He won't ever need to know.”

She knelt, holding the throbbing hard cock in her hand. She'd already debased herself, she reasoned. Was it really so different letting him fuck her mouth or her pussy? She'd already cheated on him. She doubted if John would appreciate the difference were he to know. Besides, the alternative was too horrible to contemplate. They’d lose their home if John lost his job. They’d never work here and be forced to leave. Was it really so bad to let this man have his way with her just this once?

Her mind made up, she released his cock and stood up.

“From behind.” She slid her hands up under her dress and pulled her knickers down. “So I don't have to look at your face.”

She flipped her dress up as she leant over the desk with her ass sticking out. She rested her elbows on the desk and clasped her hands together as if in prayer.

She couldn’t see the smirk on his face when she felt his hands pawing her ass. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on her hands.

He took her hard from behind. There was no finesse, no seduction. She felt like a whore as he plunged his cock in and out of her humiliatingly wet pussy. She couldn't believe her pussy would betray her like that. As he fucked her deeper, harder and faster, her pussy dripped more and more. When he slammed into her, she felt herself squelch. He was bigger than John. Bigger, harder and longer lasting.

As she felt him get close, she begged in a whimper, “Please. Please don't cum inside me. I'm not on birth control,” but he just laughed.

“Maybe I'll breed you. Make myself a new whore, two for the price of one.”

She began to struggle then but his fingers just gripped her hips, digging in as he rammed into her one last time before pumping spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her.

She just lay there, draped over his desk when he pulled out. She heard him zip himself up and open a drawer. It was only when he casually dropped a few notes by her head that she looked up.

“Something for your troubles,” he muttered. “And remember, not a word.”

She snatched up the money and placed it in her purse. She stepped into her knickers and pulled them up, stopping the trickle of cum running down her thigh. She smoothed down her dress then turned and straightened her hair. She opened her purse again and applied some lipstick whilst watching his reflection in the mirror.

“Not a word,” she agreed.

She returned to the party to find John still involved in the betting game. After a few minutes of small talk with one of the secretaries from the mill John worked at, he came along and apologised for getting so distracted. Molly just squeezed his hand and whispered how she couldn't wait to get him home.

She hadn't let John go to sleep that night until he’d cum inside her three times. She was determined to flood her pussy with John's sperm, sure that her husband's younger, more virile sperm would overwhelm Keddy's.

Either way, it wasn't a surprise when the doctor confirmed she was pregnant just over a month later.

~o0O0o~

She had just given her baby daughter Emily a feed when the florist arrived with a delivery of an enormous bouquet of flowers. John had been flicking through a magazine and now looked non-plussed as Molly opened the card. He reached over and snatched it from her, getting ready to give out but she watched in astonishment as his expression changed

“Well I'll be…” he muttered, smiling at her. Molly reached over and snatched the card back.

Congratulations John and Molly. A little bird in the office (Delores) told me the good news. Delighted for you and your new family. JK

“I can't believe Mr Keddy would send that. I didn't think he really knew me.”

Molly froze. She could hardly say anything now. If John found out, Keddy said he'd fire him anyway.

“Maybe he just heard from Delores and thought he'd congratulate you anyway “

“I guess.”

John resumed reading his magazine while Molly inwardly cursed James Fucking Keddy.

The next few months went by in a whirl. Molly adjusted to motherhood like a duck to water and the highlight of her day was a trip to the shop for groceries while pushing Emily in her pram. She was determined to lose the baby weight as quickly as possible and liked to do a good three to four mile walk around the lake.

It was her routine so it wasn't really that surprising that the man who knew everything that went on in his town would know about it too.

She had just rounded the corner at the far shore of the lake when Mr Keddy rose from the park bench. He stood and touched his hat.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Nicolas. You are looking radiant.” His gaze turned to the pram. “And this must be the gorgeous Emily.”

He pulled back the blanket to get a proper look. He gazed at her without speaking for a good two minutes. Molly hardly dared to breathe. Finally he looked up.

“She looks just like her father.”

She held his gaze. A thousand retorts swirled around her head. Instead, she just held her tongue.

“There's a promotion coming up. You should encourage John to apply. He needs to earn more to pay for your daughter. To keep her in the manner she should be accustomed to.” He stepped closer and ran his hand over the curve of her ass. “I'll be in touch.“

He raised his hat, smiled, turned and walked off.

John came home from work all excited. His boss, Mr Anderson had been moved to another office so his job was vacant.

“You should apply,” Molly encouraged and batted away all John’s protestations that he wasn't good enough or experienced enough. The next day, John put in for the job.

A week later, Keddy was waiting at the same bench when she went for her walk. This time, instead of standing, he patted the seat beside him to signal her to sit.

“So John’s applied for the job. I'm glad. Part of the interview process is he needs to spend two days working at the office in one of my factories down south. He’ll be away for the night. He’ll be leaving some day in the next couple of weeks. That’s when you do your part of the interview.”

“I can't leave Emily. I'm sorry.”

He looked around, as if checking they weren't overheard

“Just make sure we are not disturbed. I'll call at 9pm. That should give you enough time to put Emily to sleep.”

He stood up and walked off, not looking back, not giving Molly time to argue or refuse.

Molly stayed where she was until the light started to fade. She knew what he wanted. How could she refuse? She'd already let him fuck her. What was the point of telling John now? He wouldn't believe her and even if he did, they’d be homeless and jobless pariahs. James Keddy would see to that. He’d make up a trumped up charge of theft or something. She froze. Had John even done something wrong before. She'd been told not to discuss it with him. Had she been set up? And even if she had, what could she do now? He had already had her.

When she got home, John was already there.

“Where were you ‘til now? I was worried about you.”

“I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I was sitting by the lake and I guess I was just thinking… hoping you’ll get this promotion. It’d give us a bit of money to buy everything we need for Emily.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“I love you, Molly Nicolas. You are everything to me.”

He looked down and kissed the top of Molly’s head, oblivious to the tiny tears threatening to trickle down Molly’s cheeks.

~oo0O0oo~

She glanced at the clock again. It had just gone nine o'clock. John had left early that morning and wouldn’t be home until late tomorrow night. Emily was fast asleep in her crib. She chewed a fingernail as she waited. She heard a car stop. A crunch of gravel told her he was coming. She opened the door before he could knock, determined for him not to wake the baby.

She stepped aside to let him enter. He walked straight up the stairs. She scurried after him. He entered her bedroom.

“No, not here, please,” she begged.

He ignored her and sat on the bed, on her and John’s bed.

“Strip.”

The single word told her everything. How she was there to do his bidding. No please, no wooing, no seduction.

“You have to show me what you are willing to do if you want John to get the job.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she unfastened the belt of her housecoat. Underneath, she wore her favourite bra and panty set, the cream lace ones with the embroidered red roses.

“You’ve lost your baby weight. You look good.”

“Thank you.” She blushed. She felt so foolish appreciating his compliments when she was selling herself for John to get the job. She did look good though. Her boobs were fuller now they were full of milk. He signalled her to come closer. She stepped forward and stood in front of him. He reached out and pawed her boobs, squeezing and mauling them like she was a piece of meat. Then he stood up and unfastened his belt. She knew what he wanted, memories of just over a year ago flooding back.

She dropped to her knees, pulled his cock out of his pants and swirled her tongue over it as it hardened. She gave him a sloppy blowjob, sucking loudly as he swelled in her mouth. This time, instead of pulling her off, he grabbed her head with his...