6 comments/ 140014 views/ 48 favorites Intimate Vacation Pictures By: urban_legend555 All characters are 18 yrs of age or older. The vacation had been expensive but the experience had been outstanding. He felt great telling the other guys about the hotel and the great beaches that stretched for a mile along the coast. He and Elizabeth had risen early, dressed in their bathing suits, and walked the beach every day, sometimes not seeing another person until the sun was high in the sky. They'd stayed in their suits all day, only changing for dinner and the nightly rum parties by the pool. It was heaven on earth and they'd been sorry to see it end. Now that he was back at work Lawrence hoped there would be lots of overtime to help pay off the damage to his credit card. Looking through their pictures even the guys at work who had done some travelling of their own had to admit that their vacation looked idyllic. Randy the Operations Manager sat in at lunch and welcomed Lawrence back. He glanced at the stack of photos and said he was too busy to take the time now but he'd love to see them and hear more about the trip later on. Lawrence was pleased to have something to share with him. He was always such a hard ass, Lawrence never felt he had any rapport with the boss at all. Even though Randy was not well liked, Lawrence knew that getting along with him was important It was nearly quitting time when Randy called him in. "If you've got a couple of minutes I'd like to hear about your vacation. It sounds like something I'd like to do myself some time." Lawrence was more than eager to extol the experience. The pictures showed what a great hotel they'd stayed at, a perfect location with outstanding amenities. Both he and Elizabeth looked healthy, tanned and relaxed. Wherever they went, staff and the other guests treated them well, although Lawrence had no delusions that it was his gorgeous wife that was attracting the attention. They'd been married just three years and she was a dark-haired beauty that never failed to turn heads. On the beach in her bathing suit, her lovely figure was there to be appreciated and Lawrence was justifiably proud to have such a pretty wife by his side. Randy flipped through the stack of glossy prints stopping occasionally to look more closely at some. He was taking his time. At one point he asked Lawrence to pass him some papers from the side table and when the young husband turned away, Randy slipped one of the pictures under his blotter. Lawrence caught the movement but said nothing to his boss. Later in the car he realized it was a picture of Elizabeth in her little green bikini that Randy had sneaked out of the pile. A few weeks went by and the picture incident had been pretty much forgotten. Work was a bit slow and there had been no overtime so things were a bit tight budget-wise for Lawrence and Elizabeth. Still, they didn't regret the vacation. It had been a blast and a timely rekindling of their love for one another. When a rush project was announced for their department, Lawrence thought it would be a good time to talk to Randy about some extra hours. He'd hinted to the boss before that he could use the extra money and it seemed a good time to gently remind him. The meeting did not go as the young husband expected. Randy sat back in his chair and looked at him with a smug smile that made Lawrence uncomfortable. For a long moment he just stared and then slowly pulled a picture from beneath his blotter. Lawrence knew instantly that it was the vacation pic of Elizabeth in her bathing suit that his boss had hidden away. Randy chuckled while he stared at it. "Good looking woman," he muttered without handing over the print. Lawrence said nothing. "She really fills out that bikini. Not that there's a hell of a lot of bathing suit there for her to fill out," he laughed cynically. Lawrence shifted uncomfortably. He wanted to get the overtime settled and get out of there, hopefully with Elizabeth's picture back in his pocket. "I could work any night or come in on the weekend if that would help," he offered, trying to refocus his boss on the subject of overtime. Randy smacked his lips and looked dubious. "That's really too bad Lawrence. I'd like to help you out. Truth is I was going to have to call you in and lay you off today. Things have been slow and I have to cut one man." Lawrence was stunned speechless. The prospect of being out of work when things were so tight at home frightened him. He tried to think of something to say but all that came out was a pleading "Randy, I really need this job ... Elizabeth and I ..." Randy grinned. "Yeah. What a shame. He took a long look at the picture in his hands and then asked. "Does she have to trim a little to wear that suit or does she shave it all off?" Lawrence couldn't believe the question. He looked at Randy and held his anger, all too aware that the man controlled his financial well being. Just because he was a pig, he shouldn't react. Randy met his glare with a quizzical look that showed he still expected an answer. Lawrence's tongue felt thick and his words had a tremor to them. "She trims some." Randy took another long look at the picture. "You can almost see where her nipples are in that top," he mused. "The little bumps I mean..." "Randy...ah...that's..." Lawrence squirmed in his chair. "Do you have any of her without the bikini?" Lawrence glared at him. The man was so out of line he wanted to take a swing at him and stomp out of the office. But he needed the job desperately. The job that Randy was about to take away. Randy's eyes narrowed as if he were reading Lawrence's mind. "You do don't you?" Lawrence was silently fuming. "I could probably keep you on the payroll for a peek at your little darlin' here in the buff. It would be just between us." The young husband was shaking his head at such an outrageous suggestion but Randy cut him off before he could put words to the thought. "Suppose you work a few extra hours tomorrow night and you bring me a little eye candy for a thank you. It doesn't seem like an unreasonable request when jobs are so tight." Lawrence felt trapped. He had some revealing shots of his wife like many husbands have. A few rum punches at the hotel poolside had loosened their inhibitions. Back in the room he had taken out the digital camera and photographed the tan line on her belly for a joke. A shot of her posing topless followed, and then the others as the eroticism took over. There were no prints of course, just the digital images on the memory chip he had tucked away in his sock drawer. "What do you say? Want the job and some overtime or not interested?" "I'd like the work," Lawrence croaked unhappily. "Then we have a deal," his boss announced cheerily. The next day dragged. Every minute Lawrence expected Randy would call him in, but he didn't. He said nothing and virtually ignored him until after the office had cleared out and the security guard had made his first rounds. Lawrence could hardly keep his mind on his work. He fidgeted in his chair, made a cup of coffee and constantly looked at the clock. It was nearly seven when Randy leaned out of his office and snickered "It's show time!" Lawrence gathered up the papers on his desk into a neat pile and put away pens and calculator, stalling for he didn't know what purpose. It was inevitable and he knew it. He put the memory stick with the single photograph he'd chosen into his pocket and walked into Randy's office. Randy was leaning back in his chair with his fingers locked behind his head. He was smiling a little too benignly at Lawrence, considering what he was making him do. "Well?" he asked impatiently. "It's on the memory stick," Lawrence mumbled. "I can't let you have a print. It's just to look at this once." Randy held out his hand and the young husband dropped the memory unit into his palm. Within seconds the icon showed on Randy's desk top. Without hesitating the boss hit "Open and Save." A file folder appeared and then a thumbnail. He clicked again and a picture of Elizabeth filled the screen. She was kneeling on a bed, sitting on her haunches and leaning forward with her hands beside her knees. Her lovely breasts with firm pink nipples were in full view and just the hint of her dark pubic hair showed above the fold of her belly and thighs. Lawrence had chosen the shot for that reason. The area between her legs was almost completely hidden by the way she was leaning forward. Although she was showing her lovely breasts to the camera, her pussy was not on display. Randy looked at the picture for a long time smiling smugly as he studied Lawrence's wife in her naked beauty. Finally he looked up and asked "Just one?" "Well yeah...," Lawrence stammered. "That was the deal." "Not the deal as far as I'm thinking. This doesn't show everything I want to see," he snapped as he clicked on eject and handed Lawrence back his memory stick. The photo of Elizabeth still smiled back at them from the screen. Lawrence didn't know what to say. He stood there shuffling from one foot to the other waiting for Randy to speak. "You've got others, I'm sure." "Randy! This is my fucking wife!" the young husband protested. "Now you're talking," Randy smirked. "Pictures of her fucking would keep me very happy. They'd even keep you working past the end of the week." "Elisabeth would have a hemorrhage if she even knew you saw that one," Lawrence whined. "Well perhaps it would be less of a problem if she knew it was keeping you in a job. Let me email this one to her and see if she really minds," a grinning Randy nodded toward the image on the screen. "Ah crap! That's notfunny!" "Women like to be seen," the boss shrugged. "That's why they dress like they do. That's why they like their bikinis, and dresses that show lots of cleavage, and short skirts that hardly cover their asses. Don't fucking pretend she wasn't enjoying herself" he nodded toward the picture on the screen. "Just show me the rest of the pictures and stop wasting my time." Lawrence turned dejectedly to leave the office. It was obvious that his boss was going to win. As an afterthought he said "You will erase that one from your computer, won't you Randy?" "Yeah right," he answered dismissively. Lawrence shuffled back out to his desk and got his car keys. The CD he'd saved the pictures on was in the glove compartment. The situation made him feel weak and disloyal to his spouse but he felt there was no alternative. The choice was 'a little skin show' as his boss had so indelicately put it, or, financial ruin. Randy was waiting at Lawrence's work station when he returned with the cd. He was perched on the corner of the desk with his arms folded as if he was there checking his work, not coercing him as he was. "Pull it up on your computer," he ordered. Lawrence leaned down and inserted the disc, typing a brief password when prompted. The screen flickered and as the single file folder appeared Randy settled into Lawrence's chair to watch. Elizabeth was looking straight into the camera in the first picture. She was laughing and her one hand stretched towards the lens in protest while her other tried to hold her bikini top up to cover her breasts. Lawrence looked at the screen and wished he had listened to her objections. He wouldn't be in this mess if he had. Randy moved the mouse and clicked on the next shot. She was still laughing, trying to be a good sport. Her bikini top was in her hand at her side and her breasts were uncovered. Lawrence could see the insecurity in his wife's eyes although he was sure Randy wouldn't notice. His boss was too focused on the screen enjoying the round pink areoles and stiffened nipples. Even if Randy had noticed the young wife's uncertainty and reluctance, it would have been a turn-on for him. There were three more shots before Elizabeth apparently agreed to lose her bikini bottom. Lawrence remembered that she had loosened up when he swore that the pictures would be for their eyes only. The guilt of that broken promise now hung heavily on him as he betrayed her trust. Randy grunted appreciatively at the next picture. She was lookeing over her shoulder provocatively showing her gorgeous ass to the camera. The pale white skin of her shapely bum was accentuated by the golden tan on her back and legs. The stark contrast of her tan lines showed just how brief the bikini had been. Randy studied how her shoulder was turned just enough for her breast and nipple on that side to show. He liked the way her boob jutted from her tiny frame making it seem even bigger than the C cup her husband had confirmed that she wore. The rounded globes of her ass looked firm and well toned. Randy imagined how nice it would feel gripping her shapely bum as he slipped his cock into her. A wave of envy passed through him with the realization that Lawrence could enjoy her gorgeous body any time. The jealousy that welled up in him made him want to humiliate the young husband. Randy took his time studying every nuance of Elisabeth's body. He whistled through his teeth and muttered "What a great looking piece of ass!" while Lawrence winced at his crudeness. The next frame showed her on the edge of the bed leaning back on her elbows. She had arched her back a little pushing her chest up toward the camera. He breasts hardly flattened out at all even though she was laying back. Randy scarcely noticed. His eyes had gone immediately to the well trimmed patch of dark hair that sprouted between her legs. "Mmm Sweet!" he cackled. "Look at her showing off her cunt for the camera. She loves it. Don't tell me you didn't fuck the little bitch right after." Lawrence rocked uneasily from one foot to the other. He wanted this over with and wished he hadn't put so many pictures on the disc. He knew the humiliation his wife would feel if she knew she was being viewed and talked about this way. "Well? Did ya!" Randy demanded. "You didn't let that hot little cunt go to waste did you?" Caught between a direct question from his boss and an overwhelming sense of disloyalty to his wife, Lawrence blushed deeply and stammered, "Yes... we made love ..." "She go down on you? Those lips look made for it. She suck your cock?" That night in the hotel had been special. Elizabeth had been just buzzed enough on rum cocktails to take the edge off her normal inhibitions. The pictures proved it and Lawrence knew that there was even more that wasn't captured in that shot. "For fuck sake man! Did she suck your cock or not?" "Yes," the beleaguered husband admitted, knowing full well that there were other pictures coming that would make any denial useless. Randy clicked to the next and marveled at Elizabeth again, remarking on her flat belly nestled between prominent hip bones. She was lying on her back looking between her breasts at the camera. It was positioned somewhere near her knees, the shot angled between her slightly splayed thighs. Her mons was the focal point showing off the careful trim of her vulva that had left the lips smooth and hairless. The small patch of dark curls that decorated her pubic bone was shaved to a triangle, like an arrowhead pointing to nirvana. "I could eat some of that right now," Randy crowed. "That's some gourmet pussy she's got. I bet she loves the tongue doesn't she?" He glanced toward Lawrence expecting an answer but when none was forthcoming he challenged belligerently, "You go down her on that night?" Lawrence's assent was barely a whisper. He remembered the way she had tugged him tightly against her when she came. Her nails had scratched at the back of his neck and she squealed with pleasure. The next picture showed Elizabeth doing what she does so well. Her soft lips were parted and Lawrence's cock lolled indolently against her pink tongue. She smiled coquettishly for the lens. "Payback!" Randy snorted. Then noting the cock in the photo he added "You're not even hard. Was that after you fucked her?" "Yes," Lawrence replied defensively. "So, she's sucking you wet in that pic? A little gourmet pussy juice and fresh cream" his boss chortled. "I'd love to see her with a mouthful of cum." "There aren't any like that," Lawrence responded quickly. "This is all I have." "Well I guess that's your next project," Randy grinned. "Get a shot of that for me." "She doesn't like me to...ah...to..." "To what? Cum in her mouth? Tell her your boss wants you to," he guffawed. "Just get a fucking picture." "Randy, I'm sorry... I just can't," came the reply. "If she ever found out I'd let you look at these she'd probably walk out the door." "I guess that's your clue then. Get me what I want or I'll make sure she does find out. You're lucky she didn't pick up the phone this morning when I called." Lawrence glared at the man. He watched him attach the file to an email and send the photos to himself from the young husband's computer. "Monday'll be good. You can get that picture this weekend and work late on Monday night for another show and tell." There seemed to be nothing Lawrence could do. He thought things were as bad as they could get when Randy had another request. "Bring me a pair of her freshly worn panties too. I want to know what that cunt smells like." To be continued. Intimate Vacation Pictures Ch. 02 All characters are over 18 years of age. Lawrence parked his Chevvy in the company lot and walked the hundred feet or so to the front door. He passed Randy's SUV and just the sight of it gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach. The sessions in the boss's office had been almost every other day and his demands had become as much about prying into their private life as they were about acquiring very revealing images of his wife. It had become clear to Lawrence that Randy was building an insurmountable threat against Elizabeth and himself and the payout could easily be disgrace, divorce and financial ruin for both of them if the man chose to make that happen. Elizabeth of course, had no idea that Randy now had an impressive collection of her naked photos as well as several pairs of her sexiest panties. It would have devastated her to know that Lawrence had picked those garments out of the dirty laundry hamper to give to his boss. Her husband understood fully how humiliating that would be for his conservative wife but, in the end, felt he had no choice. Still, her privacy was important to her and such an egregious intrusion would be an unforgivable humiliation. To have her find out that her consummate embarrassment was facilitated by her loving husband would make it much, much worse. Randy was enjoying the control he'd developed over the young husband. There was no doubt the young wife was the feature attraction but it was fun to see just how far her husband could be induced to go. Each step drew him further onto that so-called slippery slope where he could lose everything important to him, especially the woman he loved. Now that he had set the hook so firmly, Randy never missed an opportunity to point that out. As he looked out his office window and watched the employee cross the parking area, he felt smug about the situation. He wondered whether there was anything Lawrence wouldn't do to keep his growing problem a secret. Whenever Lawrence got complacent Randy found a way to scare the crap out of him. It was a game and he was the master player. Elizabeth was folding clothes out of the dryer and putting them away in the dresser drawers. She was a girly girl who liked colorful feminine under things with lots of satin and lace and ribbons. Her bras and panties were mostly in sets from Victoria's Secret so when something was missing it stood out. For two wash days, the soft lemon colored bra had rested on top of the dryer waiting for the matching panties to turn up. They were one of her favorite pairs and she couldn't accept that they were just "lost". She'd even gone through Lawrence's armoire to make sure they weren't mixed up with his things. Now the pink, boy-cut pair was also gone and that made a total of four pairs in four weeks that were AWOL. Lawrence was going to be wondering why she was spending so much on underwear all of a sudden. The office was quiet when Lawrence shoved his briefcase into the alcove beside his desk and called his computer to life. There were a half-dozen emails in the inbox and another half-dozen annoying discards in the spam file. He saw an email from Randy and another from home. He opened Elizabeth's first. It was only a few words but they knotted his stomach. "Saw you'd called from the office. Sorry I missed it hon. Call me back after the hairdresser about 11 if it was anything important." He hadn't called and his thoughts went turbo trying to figure who had. No one in the office had the house number. They'd all call on his cell if they wanted him. Only Randy had the number for the land line at home. He clicked on the email from Randy and the mystery was solved. "I tried to catch you before you left this morning. I needed some information and thought if you'd already left, I could get it from Elizabeth, but she wasn't home either." Lawrence hurried down the hall to Randy's office and knocked. He was agitated and hardly said good morning before he queried "You called my house?" Randy smiled innocently. "Yeah. I got thinking and wanted to know your wife's bra size. I don't think you ever told me. I figured if anyone would know it would be her." "Jeezuz Randy! You can't just call up my wife and ask her something like that. What the hell is she going to think?" "She's probably going to think that you're not as discreet as she'd like you to be," he laughed. "I might have to explain that I already know a lot about her you from and the size of her tits is no big deal." "Look, Randy, I'm asking you please don't fool around like that. You have to realize there's a lot at stake for me. She would throw me out and sue my ass if she ever knew what I'd shared with you." "Did you bring me something?" he said, feigning boredom and changing the subject. "In my briefcase," Lawrence muttered truculently and clearly annoyed. "Go get it and let me see." Lawrence was still upset when he pulled a lacy pair of soft pink boy-cut panties from his briefcase. Looking around to make sure no one was watching he stuffed them in his pocket and returned to the boss's office. Randy was pleased and pressed them to his nose. "When did she take these off?" "Last night. She wore them all day." "Does she know you were bringing them to me?" "No! Of course not," was the exasperated reply. "But she's going to know something is happening if I have to keep giving you her underwear." "Do you think it might be worth a blow job to get some of her panties back?" "Jeezus Randy! Please don't even joke that way!" "I'm not joking," came the ominous reply. "I think she might be willing to put out a little to keep her pictures off the internet. Or maybe to keep her unwashed panties from being sold on ebay with her name and phone number." Lawrence was silent. The ramifications of what he was saying were too dire to contemplate. He hoped this conversation was just a malicious game that Randy was playing. His brain was in near meltdown trying to think of something he could say to dissuade him from even thinking such evil. "A nice piece of ass wouldn't be too much to ask for something like that," Randy continued. "If I had thought about it and she'd been home I could have asked her this morning." "Randy! Please. I've done everything you have asked of me. There is nothing left." Unmoved by the young husband's pleas, Randy felt empowered by Lawrence's helplessness. He took the panties that were crumpled on his desk and pressed them to his nose. The faint musky smell of the man's wife lingered in the nylon and lace and Randy felt his cock twitch. He clicked on an icon from the desktop and Elizabeth filled his computer screen in living color. Lawrence watched as he clicked again and a new picture appeared. Lawrence looked in astonishment as his own image spoke from the monitor. He saw himself hand the pink panties to Randy and heard himself say "Last night. She wore them all day." He cringed when he realized that the entire conversation with Randy was playing back. When he heard Randy ask "Does she know you were bringing them to me?" it was clear how incriminating the recording could be. "Webcam," Randy grinned pointing to the small lens atop his laptop. "You just turn it on open your messenger account and let it run. She'll never know it's even there." Lawrence was dumbstruck. He didn't want to comprehend what Randy was suggesting. "I can't just set up a laptop in the bedroom without her noticing," he argued. "It's too conspicuous." Randy's wicked smile seemed unperturbed by Lawrence's objection. He took a clock radio from the top of his credenza and handed it to him. "Its wireless. With the proprietary software it will record remotely to any computer within 100 feet. It gives quality HD pictures and three hours of recording time. Set it up your bedroom and let me see your little whore in action." "She's not a whore," Lawrence muttered pathetically. "Make her one," his boss snorted callously. "I want to see her fuck." Lawrence held the device in both hands. There was no aspect of his intimacy with his wife that could now be private. Randy had more than thirty explicit photographs of Elizabeth and a small collection of her lingerie. The distraught husband worried constantly that somehow she would find out and their relationship would be ruined. As fragile as those secrets were, he could not risk Randy disclosing them in a fit of vengeful anger. He had to do as he was asked. "Get her to suck you first," Randy instructed. "Does she deep throat?" "No she gags," Lawrence answered honestly. "That's even better," his boss enthused."The mike on the cam will pick up that sound. Let her choke on it a few times. I always like that. Does she just choke on your cock or when you cum too?" "She doesn't let me finish that way....should I...anyway?" "Cum in her mouth? Not at first. Let her get you up nice and hard and then fuck her good. Just when you're ready to shoot, that's when you put it back in her mouth wet. Let her get a good taste of her cunt on you and then cum in her mouth," he snickered. "She'll freak!" "Yeah. I want to see that. Get a good handful of her hair and hold her on it until she's got a mouth full. Remember! Keep her face turned to the camera." "Jeezuz Randy. You're making me turn my wife into a porn queen for the fucking camera..." "Yeah. I am aren't I," he chortled. ========== The office was closed on Monday for the Labor Day Weekend. Randy was alone at his desk with the memory stick Lawrence had given him. He had the sound turned up on his computer so he could hear every utterance. Elizabeth's mouth made delightful wet sucking sounds as she enthusiastically sucked on her husband's dick. Her husband dutifully kept the hair brushed back from her face so the camera had a clear view. Each time he pressed deep she gagged to let him know he was choking her with his cock. She breathed through her mouth and each time it opened her pink tongue could be seen struggling against her husband's swollen cock. Lawrence would have been happy to finish right then but Randy had been adamant he wanted her fucked as well. Elizabeth's mouth had been getting tired so she was relieved when he let her stop and happily spread her legs to receive him. It was her own fingers that guided him to her saturated opening and he easily slipped inside. Her shapely bum lifted up off the mattress and she whimpered as he pushed deep nudging her cervix with his long cock. "Fuck me," she whispered, and began the rhythm he loved, wriggling beneath him and maneuvering her clit against his pubic bone. She knew he was especially turned on and she wanted to be good for him. Her head dipped to his chest and she bit his nipple playfully causing him to yelp and call her a little cunt. She hated the word but its coarseness sent a sensation through her belly and she knew she was close. "I am your little cunt" she squealed happily. "Only yours." He pounded into her relentlessly helping her to another massive orgasm before he slipped out of her and knelt near her head. The wet skin of his cock wiped across her lips and she moaned at the raw carnality of what she knew he wanted. Slick with her juices and his abundant precum, the glistening cock pressed against her mouth until she reluctantly let him push inside. Her tongue and lips were soon smeared with her musky lubrication and the scent filled her nose. It was not the first time she had tasted her own juices on him but the thought always revolted her. She gagged again and again, hoping Lawrence wouldn't push in so deep, but he was so lost in his lust that he wanted to feel the tightness of her throat as it spasmed around his cockhead. She tried to pull back for a breath. His fingers, tightly woven in her hair, held her lips mashed against the thick, coarse hair of his groin. She heard him groan that deep guttural sound that he always made when he came. Again, Elizabeth tried to pull back but she was held fast in his steely grip. She struggled and whined while his sperm erupted into her mouth flooding over her teeth and her tongue and spilling down her throat. Her squeal was muted by the fleshy rod that blocked her airway. He pulled back suddenly and her mouth opened showing the enormous load he'd deposited. It clearly shocked her when her husband held her nose until she was forced to swallow the viscous load down in a noisy gulp. The excess dribbled from her lips onto her cheeks and chin. A sob rattled from her chest and she swallowed again involuntarily, trying to clear her mouth and throat of the taste as Lawrence kept her face turned toward the new clock radio. Anyone who would see the tape could see the disgust on her face. When she thought she was finished, Lawrence pushed his softening cock against her mouth and ordered her to clean it off. Revolted by the thought, she nonetheless dutifully used her lips and tongue to lick and suck the residue of their juices from him. After, she sat on the edge of the bed and used tissues to mop the abundant wetness from the hairless lips of her swollen sex, unaware that the concealed camera was recording every intimate detail. Randy laughed to himself as he watched her clean herself up. She was beautiful and flushed with the aftermath of their sex and she was irresistible. He remembered how she had primly moved his hand when it crept too low on her ass when they were dancing at the Christmas party. She was in control then, a haughty bitch with that "look but don't touch" arrogance that was so fucking annoying. He knew then that he had to have her. To be continued Intimate Vacation Pictures Ch. 03 All characters are 18 years of age or older * Lawrence was beside himself with worry. He watched Elisabeth displayed on the large screen and felt nauseated by his shameful betrayal. She would never understand. He had demanded that Randy return the thumb drive and the photos but his boss had laughed at him. In desperation the young husband threatened to tell his wife everything. Randy had invited him to do just that pointing out that the email with her photos had come from Lawrence's own desk to Randy's and the collection of her purloined underwear in his desk drawer had all been provided by Lawrence himself. "But this ... this, this is like pornography..." he pleaded. "She looks like a total slut on that tape." "Yeah she does, but don't tell me you didn't like it," Randy chided. "You knew the tape was rolling and you didn't have any trouble shucking and fucking the little cunt." Lawrence winced at Randy's description of his unsuspecting wife, but he knew it was true. Making her perform that way and knowing someone else was seeing her doing it was exciting for him in a most shameful way. Even the thought of the humiliation she would feel if she ever knew turned him on. But deep down he feared the consequences of losing her and knew he had to put a stop to his boss's ever increasing demands. He tried to sound decisive and uncompromising. "It has to be over now. I can't do anything else," he whined waving his hands. "What else could you possibly want? I've done everything you've asked!" Randy smirked. He froze the frame on screen as Elisabeth orgasmed the first time. "I want some of that," he stated emphatically. "I want the little cunt wrapped around my cock." "That's impossible!" spat Lawrence. "You're crazy." Randy looked at the shaken husband and dramatically shook two white tablets onto his desk blotter. "Not impossible at all," he grinned. ___________________ Lawrence watched his wife towel dry her long hair. Her breasts shook with the vigorous rub and he marveled at the guileless innocence of his wife's naked body. Her nipples danced invitingly on quivering globes and then disappeared behind the curtain of damp hair as she leaned forward and shook her tresses out. She looked the picture of innocence, not the horny little cunt that his boss had called her. The recollection made Lawrence look guiltily toward the clock radio that had allowed Randy access to their most intimate moments. He swallowed hard as he thought of how mortified Elisabeth would be if she knew anyone else but her husband had witnessed her private performance. The thought stirred his cock. The hairdryer fluffed her dark raven mane as she tamed it with the circular brush, coaxing soft waves to frame her pretty face. She paused for a minute to lower her arms and take a long pull from the steaming cup of herbal tea he'd brought her. "It must be my taste buds," she called out over the noise of the hair dryer, "it tastes a bit off. Maybe it's been in the cupboard too long." For a moment Lawrence was afraid she wasn't going to finish it. But with a shrug, she drained the china cup pursing her lips at the odd taste. A few more practiced passes with the brush and her hair fell softly over her shoulders. He watched her bend down to let her breasts seat in the satin cups of her bra then reach behind to fasten the little hooks. She rummaged in her underwear drawer for the matching panties and then muttered when she couldn't find them. A pang shot through Lawrence's gut as he pictured Randy pawing them and lewdly sniffing the crotch the day after she'd worn them last. The man hadn't even the decency to put them away when Shelley brought them coffee. Lawrence knew the secretary had seen them and she'd doubtless noted the deep red flush that had taken over his face as well. "Just go. Just go!" he was thinking, hoping she'd leave quickly. But she didn't. She hovered around exchanging knowing glances with Randy and maintaining a cheerful smirk that had Lawrence shifting uncomfortably until the door finally closed behind her. "Does she know anything?" Lawrence had hissed in frustration. "Would you like her to?" Randy chortled when Lawrence glared out the window, too uptight to even respond. If Shelley did know what was going on there was no guarantee that Randy hadn't told others as well. Elisabeth's voice dragged his thoughts back to the bedroom where she continued dressing. "Do I look okay?" she asked. "Beautiful," he muttered, scarcely wanting to acknowledge how good she really did look. Lawrence's guilt peaked once again on the knowledge that it was Randy she was unknowingly preparing herself to meet. She seemed a little wobbly as she put a hand on the wall to slip into her high heels. Lawrence could see that her pupils had begun to dilate. "That tea..." she giggled and took his arm unsteadily as he led her out the door. By the time they reached the hotel, she was noticeably mellow. Her cheeks had an unnatural flush and her movements were languid. The ingrained modesty that would have kept her knees pressed tightly together as she exited the car had left her and she gave the parking valet an unobstructed view up her dress as she slid out. The maître de was expecting them and he led them through the crowded lounge to Randy's table. Randy's - and Robert Valdez' and Ted Rolling's table! Lawrence was stunned to see two of his work rivals sitting alongside his boss and smiling smugly as he and Elisabeth approached the table. He looked hard and questioningly at Randy and the man's gloating, self-satisfied grin sent a chill through his gut. Elisabeth was leaning against her husband, tucked in the security of his long arm, uneasy in the company of the other men without really knowing why. She appeared to be a little bit drunk but Lawrence knew it was entirely the pills he'd crushed into her herbal tea. She'd had no alcohol as yet, but it would take very little drink to turn her from mellow to jello. Randy was on his feet holding the chair next to him motioning for her to sit down. Lawrence reluctantly surrendered her hand. He sat away from her in the only other chair available. Randy solicitously helped her slide in close to the table and she seemed oblivious to the man's hands lingering possessively on her bare shoulders. The young husband's uneasiness grew when he caught the disquieting wink his boss exchanged with the other two men. It was clear that something was afoot between the three of them. Lawrence hoped that it was mere coincidence that the two assholes he trusted least just happened to be here at the same time in the same hotel lounge, but the likelihood seemed remote. He looked across at Elisabeth trying to catch her eye but his lovely wife was turned toward Randy listening to his bullshit. She didn't see Ted Rollings trade the nearly empty glass in front of her for a full one. Nor did she catch Randy's conspiratorial nod. They were all in on it. He was sure now. Elisabeth's second drink was hardly finished when Randy proposed a toast and handed her a glass of white wine. Her husband could see that she was already struggling to focus and expected the plan was to get her totally shit-faced. Her pupils were already fully dilated and Lawrence suspected there was more than wine in the glass she was given. It took her a long time to answer even the simplest question and her voice seemed strained, her words slurred. He watched Randy take more and more liberties, trailing his hand across her back, letting it fall onto her thigh to play with the growing expanse of leg that was showing. Lawrence could feel the other two watching him to see if he'd react. It was humiliating for him to sit by and say nothing while Randy played the role so obnoxiously. The hem of Elisabeth's dress had migrated above her stocking tops and Randy trailed his finger across the bare skin that was showing. "Don't you to wear a garter belt with those?" he asked her facetiously. Elisabeth looked down at her own lap as if trying to comprehend what she was showing. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself and mumbled "They're thigh highs. They stay up themselves." "What about your panties?" he asked. "Do they stay up too or do they come down easily?" Elisabeth looked bewildered by the question but Randy got the laugh he wanted from Ted and Robert. "Well?" he pressed as if the question had been serious. "Tell us about your panties Elisabeth. Do you ever take them off for Lawrence's friends?" She looked toward her husband, her eyes pleading for his support. Lawrence could tell that his wife wasn't comprehending. She knew it wasn't right to be talking this way but her thoughts were plodding and confused. Randy's voice seemed hollow and disconnected from his grinning face. In her struggle to focus on what he was saying the rest of the dining room shrunk to a microcosm and she was only vaguely aware of other people. Randy was easing her dress up as far as it would go and Elisabeth seemed unable to gather her thoughts to stop his progress. "Oh, oh, oohhh! Look at those," he clucked lifting her dress to show her panties to the other two grinning men while she clung to his wrist in dazed disorientation. Robert quietly fished an ice cube from his glass and dropped it on the bare skin above her stockings. She squealed in surprise and unthinkingly spread her legs to retrieve the melting ice. Randy's hand had cupped her sex before her sluggish thinking could object. Her panties were already damp from the attention he'd been paying to her thighs and he easily pressed the moist fabric into a noticeable camel toe. Elisabeth moaned in either protest or pleasure but Randy's sure fingers found her clitoris and the pleasurable distraction stilled any delayed objection from her muddled brain. For the moment, the pleasure center overruled her rationale thought and Lawrence was astonished to see her legs open wider on their own. The silky crotch of her peach-colored panties darkened quickly as her sex responded with an abundance of lubrication. She was holding Randy's wrist with both hands now but not to push him away. Clearly the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed any lingering need for modesty. Lawrence had never seen her respond with such abandon or get hot so very quickly. His surprise was answered when Randy turned to the other two and grinned broadly. "That stuff in the wine really worked. She's as hot as a firecracker. She'll do anything we want." His hand worked steadily between her legs rolling her clit between his fingers and making her pant with arousal. Her panties were soon soaked through and wet enough that his teasing and touching made squishy noises as he played in her private place. With a knowing wink at Robert and Ted he asked her to take her panties off. As confused as she was, she still had enough common sense to show some reluctance. A second request brought a moan of uncertainty from her, not a refusal, but a bewildered plea for the last shred of her modesty. "Can't you feel that they're wet Elisabeth?" he badgered, knowing she wasn't able to connect the dots in her mind. "You shouldn't sit there in wet panties," he admonished, pushing the hem of her dress up higher onto her tanned belly. "Just take them off while nobody's looking," he chuckled, amused that her befuddled mind was struggling to sort out right from wrong. Lawrence slunk down lower in his seat grateful that their table was shielded from other patrons by a row of bushy plants. Still, he worried that someone would overhear or pass by and see what was going on so near to them. "Take them off Elisabeth. Take them off now," Randy went on with more authority in his voice. The other two joined in the coaxing. "Nobody's looking," Robert assured her facetiously. "Yeah. Quick, do it now! Lawrence is right here and he doesn't mind," Ted chimed in. Randy had a grip on the bunched up fabric of her skirt and was tugging it up at the back until she was sitting directly on the faux leather seat exposing all of her panties and the bare flesh above her stockings. "Tell her to take them off," Randy growled, looking at her husband. Lawrence couldn't say the words but, to his shock, he watched his wife lift her bottom off the seat and tug the peach nylon and lace down over her buttocks. Her thighs scissored to let the delicate garment pass over her knees and she lifted one foot at a time to pull her panties completely off. The dark ebony curls between her legs were a shadow in the dim light below the table, but wedged in between Ted and Randy in their dark corner of the restaurant, her bare bottom was hidden from the view of other customers. Randy retrieved the panties and spread them out on the table. They were not as wet as he'd led Elisabeth to believe, but her mesmerizing scent clung to them. A giddy Randy shamelessly pressed them to his nose before handing the lacy treasure to the other two to let them appreciate her intimate scent as well. It was alarmingly obvious that Randy wasn't going to be content with just having sex with her himself. He seemed determined to show off his control over her and her hapless husband, making her embarrass and humiliate herself and her spouse in the process. Elisabeth was too far gone to notice or object and Lawrence was in no position to intervene. He knew he was powerless to thwart Randy's plans without unleashing consequences that would surely cost him his job, his security and his wife. Ted and Robert were delighted. They would have been content to pour drinks into Lawrence's wife until she passed out, but Randy wouldn't hear of it. He wanted her just the way she was, coherent but helpless. He could see that the pills he'd had Lawrence give her had slowed her thinking and he knew the white powder they'd been slipping into her wine would make her horny as hell. She was a fox and they were going to enjoy her. Elisabeth took Randy's arm as they left the bar with Ted on her other side. Robert had the room key and led the way to the elevators with Lawrence trailing behind. There was no way for him to stop the inevitable without implicating himself in what led up to them being there in the first place. The distraught husband lagged a few steps from the rest, not wanting to appear to be part of their group but not wanting to be left behind either. He slipped into the elevator as the doors were closing and rode in silence while the others took charge of his wife. She seemed aware of their inappropriateness but unable to assert her objections. There was a time delay as her brain processed what was happening and her normal moral filters were incapacitated by the warm fog that permeated her perception. When Randy kissed her deeply, Lawrence could see Elisabeth's open-mouthed acceptance of his boss's tongue. While not oblivious to her husband's presence, she seemed not at all concerned that he was watching. The crudity of Randy's language seemed acceptable to her and the liberties he took touching and fondling her in front of the others didn't appear to offend her. In that moment, it seemed to Lawrence that she surrendered to it willingly and it was only when his own guilt welled up that he had to accept that her inability to resist was because of him. He had delivered her to this moment beginning with that very first vacation picture in her bikini that he'd let Randy sneak under his blotter. Every step of the way from that day to this he had hoped it would end; each demand would be the last and Randy would let him live and work in peace. The hotel room was unremarkable with an-over stuffed couch and chair in a sitting area, a credenza, a TV and king-sized bed against one wall. But, standing on a tripod at the foot of the bed was a video camera that dispelled any thoughts of future deniability or that this was intended as a once-only occurrence. Lawrence's stomach sank. He wanted to shout Stop!! and rescue his wife from what Randy had planned but the realization that he was in too deep squelched the idea as soon as it formed. Randy was enjoying being the ringmaster in the sexual circus he controlled. It had gone beyond using Elisabeth sexually now. He wanted to humiliate both the young married woman and her husband. Enjoying Elisabeth sexually would be great, but doing it in front of a helpless Lawrence made it even better. There seemed to be no restraints on his exploitation of them as he had proof of Lawrence's complicity that would keep him in line. Every step further that he took drew the young husband deeper into the quick sand of culpability. Elisabeth stood unsteadily in the middle of the room unsure as to why they were there. There weren't enough places for all of them to sit unless someone was going to sit on the bed. All of the men except Lawrence were taking off their jackets and ties and Robert was fiddling with a camera. She wanted to sit down in one of the chairs but Ted kept her standing until Randy called out to her to undress. She felt the zipper on her dress being lowered and made a clumsy grab at preserving her modesty. The strapless bodice with its built-in bra sagged quickly from her unrestrained breasts and she clasped the top to her chest in an ungainly save. Ted's hand had cupped the cheek of her behind and was fondling the firm flesh while she struggled to process what was happening. "Take your clothes off Elisabeth. Show the boys what you've got," Randy ordered again. She stood dumbfounded until he barked at her sternly "Get your fucking clothes off!" Helpless and confused, her glazed eyes met her husband's looking in vain for his intercession but when Randy prompted him to, he slowly reluctantly gestured for her to proceed. Hopefully she won't remember any of this he thought. With shaking hands she found the zipper on her dress and drew it the rest of the way down. Somewhere, deep in her addled psyche, she knew it was wrong, but she felt compelled to do as she was told. The garment slipped off her arms and drooped down onto her belly. The cool air of the room felt like an alien caress that brought goose bumps out on her exposed flesh. Her nipples were already distended into little acorns. They throbbed with a sensitivity that she could feel all the way to her privates. Ted's hand immediately groped her ample breast and, tweaking hard on the nipple, made her noisily catch her breath. Lethargically, she pushed the bunched garment off her hips and stepped out of it as it pooled around her feet. Her long legs looked beautiful in dark stockings. The pale smooth skin above called attention to the triangle of dark hair that nestled between her shapely thighs. A momentary flicker of self-consciousness crossed her face and her hands lingered awkwardly in front in a belated attempt to cover her pantyless sex. Randy's eyes glittered with smug satisfaction. Her body was even better than he had imagined. Having her undress in front of them while her husband looked on was a special kick. The kind of innocent naïveté that she exuded as she obediently took off her clothes whet his appetite to humiliate them both. His fingers rolled a small vial of liquid in his pocket. The powder in her drink made her mellow, but he knew a few drops of angel fire on her clit would make her wild. "Shake your tits for us." Robert encouraged and the young wife rocked her upper body until her breasts jiggled and swayed for the camera. Ted had already undressed and stood behind her pressing himself against her buttocks as his hands took possession of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply when he pinched hard on her distended nipples and her hands covered his in a silent plea for him to be gentle. Lawrence heard her squeal and stood to intervene but a look from Randy made him retreat to the overstuffed chair. Intimate Vacation Pictures Ch. 03 "MMMmmm...nice tits," Ted crooned as he felt her up in front of her husband. "You like that baby?" His other hand traced down over her stomach and he combed his fingers into her thick pubic hair. He tugged on the luxurient thatch making her wince. His knee nudged her feet apart to give him more access and she didn't resist spreading her legs further. "She's soaked," Ted snickered gleefully showing a glistening middle finger wet with her juices. "This little bitch is ready to get boned." "Is that right Elisabeth?" Randy asked. "You ready to fuck for your dinner?" She looked bewildered and her hand held Ted's wrist as he fingered her teasing her clitoris until her hips began to move in response. Her breath soon came in little gasps and she grimaced each time his finger flicked across the sensitive bud. The squishing sound from between her legs attested to the abundance of her juices. Ted had three fingers plunging into her and she ground back against his hand lewdly rolling her hips with an urgency that made it clear she wanted to cum. Her grip on his wrist was more urgent now as she pulled his hand into her. Ted would have let her cum and then fucked her but Randy had other plans. They laid her on the bed and while she wept in frustration he knelt between her legs and painted a thick viscous liquid on the exposed bud of her clitoris. For a few seconds she paused and then groaned in a kind of sexual anguish. She rocked back and forth and began chanting "Oh fuck, Oh fuck..." as the liquid began to work. Elisabeth could no longer stay still and her ass bucked up off the bed in obvious need. Randy pushed her legs apart and slid into her as she writhed on the bed arching her pussy up to him in sexual supplication. Her hands grasped his buttocks pulling him into her as she offered her cunt up with an urgency that left no doubt as to what she badly wanted. Each time he pistoned into her she yelped and muttered incoherently until, after only a dozen strokes, she screamed and thrust against him in an intense orgasm. Even Robert behind the camera was astonished at the power of her climax. Her shapely body should have been pinned by Randy's bulk but she drove herself against him with such urgency that she lifted him with her maniacal thrusts. No sooner had the first orgasm subsided into tremors than a second wave again pushed her over the top. Gasps and wails of pleasure filled the room and signaled her unrestrained submission. When Randy finally came it seemed subdued compared to the wild gyrations of the pretty young wife. He rolled off of her exhausted and panting heavily while she writhed on the bed still in the throes of unrequited desire. Both Ted and Robert leapt to take Randy's place but Ted arrived more quickly between her legs and her eager fingers took control of his erect penis rolling on top and grinding herself against him. Robert, not to be deterred, moved in behind her and probed between her buttocks with his rampant cock. The tip found the tiny puckered whorl of her anus and she squealed as he pushed past the opening. For a moment the three writhing bodies lost sync and then slowly a push-pull rhythm established and the young wife was skewered between the two cocks. Eyes closed and mouth open she grunted with pleasure as the two men reached the deepest parts of her pummeling her anus and nudging her cervix as she rocked between their thrusting bodies. Robert was first to reach nirvana and his primal grunts inspired Ted to follow quickly. Elisabeth was a rag doll between them whimpering in exhausted delight, too fatigued to do anything but receive their creamy tributes in her well used openings. The four of them collapsed on the king-sized bed while Lawrence looked on in dismay. The anguish of witnessing his beautiful young wife used so thoroughly by his coworkers was traumatizing in itself. But seeing her so out of control, often the aggressor, in a sexual tableau that defied belief was devastating. He wanted to smother her with blame, to scream out in righteousness against her but the specter of his own guilt silenced him. Each step in this debacle bore his imprint. The guilt was his own. The four on the bed were stirring. Robert moved back to the camera fiddling with settings and Randy was sitting up trying to get Elisabeth to suck his cock. He brushed her dark hair back and turned her face toward the camera, urging her to open her mouth. She was flushed and damp with perspiration, still drained mere moments after being fucked so thoroughly. He rubbed his swelling cock against her cheek and then dragged it across her lips. "C'mon you little cocksucker, show us your talent," he murmured. "I want to fuck your mouth." She whimpered a little but then her mouth opened and her lips covered the tip. Randy cupped the back of her head and slid in until she gagged. There was no reprieve and he gagged her several more times enjoying her discomfort as he strove to invade her throat. "Lots of tongue," he whispered. "You're gonna get real good at this before long." He straddled her then, linking both of his hands behind her head and began to rock to and fro. She gagged several more times before he pushed deep bypassing her gag reflex. For several seconds he held it there before pulling out to let her breathe. "Lick my balls," he commanded and Lawrence watched as his wife's pink tongue laved his boss's wrinkled scrotum. Robert moved the camera in close to capture the act and Elisabeth didn't disappoint. Her pretty face looked so delicate working below Randy's hairy belly. "Put your finger up my bum," he ordered curtly and she wet her finger in the fount of her own juices and pushed it into his ass. It was apparent that Randy wanted to test the envelope and humiliate her as much as possible. "Use your other hand and play with your cunt," he instructed, and the young wife's hand moved between her legs. Ted was there with the vial that Randy had used. He removed the top and dipped Elisabeth's middle finger into the liquid. The moment she touched the wet finger to glistening pink tissue between her legs she erupted in violent spasms bucking her hips and squealing. Her busy fingers raked at her cunt and she seemed possessed. Randy was afraid to get bitten so he took his cock out of her mouth and the men in the room watched while she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm. The sensations for her were so intense she was weeping as she mauled her own tender flesh. Her long manicured fingernails were like pink beacons to follow in the forest of dark hair between her legs while she tortured her clit with her fingers. Randy rolled her onto her belly and helped her kneel with her bum in the air. The camera captured her from behind fingers working feverishly between puffy cunt lips. Randy held her cheeks apart and painted the liquid onto the tight pink whorl of her bum. Her immediate squeals sent a chill through Lawrence but the other three were delighted. They watched her writhe in orgasm after orgasm pleading for release. They taunted her with filthy talk until the usually lady-like Elisabeth responded in kind, raving like a depraved slut. Her own juices eventually diluted the liquid enough that she was more subdued but still eminently fuckable. The camera rolled until none of the three could manage an erection or could think of any other depraved acts to ask of her. They watched as Lawrence took his turn and reluctantly made love to her on Randy's instruction, insisting that their intimacy be displayed for the amusement of his coworkers and further implicating the humiliated husband. _________ The clock in the post office tower was striking midnight when Lawrence started for home. Elisabeth was curled beside him on the seat sleeping soundly; Her hair was wet from the shower in the hotel room and her legs were bare. Her stockings and underwear were left behind as a trophy for Randy leaving her bare but for the thin wrinkled dress. In truth, she was totally bare everywhere beneath her dress. The rich dark curls of her pubes were gone, sacrificed to entertaining Randy and the others. They'd argued about leaving her a landing strip or a soul patch, never considering Lawrence's preferences for his wife's pussy. in the end it all went and Elisabeth's cunt was shaved smooth while she lay back bewildered and watched them do it. They completely bared her normally pink cunt lips, now deeper in color and definitely puffy; her clitoris so sensitive that she had sucked in her breath each time Randy flicked it to attention. The normally soft pink star between her cheeks now glowed a deeper pink from their rough penetration. It was the one thing she seemed to remember clearly. As Lawrence had helped her into the car she whispered "They bum fucked me," as if that was all that had happened. It made Lawrence doubt that Randy's promise that "She won't remember a thing," could possibly be true. He looked over at his pretty young wife and was amazed that her hand had once again found its way under her dress and was working unconsciously between her thighs. Her husband reached into his jacket pocket and felt the glass vial Randy had pressed into his hand with the ominous instruction, "Hang onto this and I'll tell you when and where I want you to paint this on her clit." Elisabeth was far from finished. To be continued... Intimate Vacation Pictures Ch. 04 It was noon and the sun was streaming in their bedroom window when Lawrence finally wakened her. She complained that her head was aching and she got up to brush her teeth because she had a bad taste in her mouth. Lawrence couldn't tell if she remembered anything from the night before and wasn't about to remind her anyway. He had scooped up her little black dress and put it at the bottom of the dry cleaning bag as soon as she had taken it off last night. There was no underwear to dispose of since she hadn't worn a bra and Randy had pocketed her panties. He had thought all of the obvious evidence was gone when he caught sight of three tell-tale hickies on her ivory flesh. Anger flared in Lawrence's gut. Goddam Randy had to mark her. He had to leave his mark to remind them both. Elisabeth had stopped in front of the mirror examining the purplish mark on her breast. It could have been a bruise from an accidental bump, but the two low down on her belly were obviously love bites put there to jog her memory of the night before. It was like a dream for Elisabeth, too carnal and wild, yet all too intense to be fantasy. The suck marks on her mound were graphic enough to tell their own story but the smooth lips where someone had shaved off her pubic hair should have left her no doubt that she had been violated. In the back of her mind Elisabeth could remember being naked with people around her. A sequence thread reminded her of men laughing, touching her intimately and yes ... explosive orgasms. She swallowed hard and her jaw felt stiff. An image of cum filling her mouth and gagging on cock flickered in her thoughts. Instinctively, she ran her fingers over the hickeys on her mound and she felt the tenderness of her lips and clit, the ache from her pubic bone where it had been pummeled relentlessly. Gingerly, she slid her hand around to the back and felt the soreness in her bum and knew the vague memories of being held by the hips and bred like an animal were all true. There was a row of dime sized discolorations on each hip where strong finger tips had dug in dragging her back onto the pounding cocks. She looked at Lawrence for reassurance, hoping beyond hope that he didn't know what had happened to her. He'd be so shattered if he knew, so devastated. She spread her fingers modestly over her mound and turned away so he wouldn't see the tell-tale marks. Even that gentle touch from her own hand reawakened a tired and tortured libido. The smooth skin, where the hair had been, felt exotic and forbidden. She had no recollection of why or how she would have shaved it off or, if it was taken from her. The thought terrified her but it comforted too. Perhaps it hadn't been her fault. She wanted to think that. If someone had.... Oh god! Supposing she had let someone do that to her. She couldn't have ...wouldn't have. The thought brought an image of vulgarity with it; showing herself, lying with the soles of her feet pressed together while rough hands, men's hands, took charge of her private place; her labia being pinched and stretched, tightening the skin to allow the razor to skim off the remaining fuzz. It was too vivid to be false, yet the thoughts would not come into sharper focus beyond a series of vignettes without real substance or connection. She had never felt this way before; deeply shamed but undeniably, wickedly aroused. She felt she must have cheated. The evidence was obvious but the memory was not. She knew it but prayed that her husband did not. Stepping into the bathroom, the door was scarcely closed when her middle finger parted the puffy lips and sought to recreate the pleasure that had overwhelmed her. She sat on the commode and spread her legs wide watching her fingers slide through the buttery lips. Her clit looked swollen and it felt tender, overworked, yet she couldn't resist tapping it to send little shock waves of sensation through her belly. With its wrinkled hood rolled all the way back the rounded dome of her clit looked like a tiny cock straining for relief. For a moment, she let the hard button ride between her fingers while she imagined men using her touching and sucking, mocking her smuttiness, until an explosive orgasm sent her into spasms of pleasure. The sensation was so intense that she cried out. Lawrence was knocking on the bathroom door asking if she was okay when the tremors finally left her body. "Yes," she answered feebly, not wanting him to know anything. But he did know. "She's playing with her cunt," he smiled to himself. Too modest to let him watch her masturbate, she'd always refused whenever he'd asked her. Now, the image of her fingering herself, after what had happened the night before, caused a stirring in Lawrence's groin. "The little cunt..." he mused and then bit his lip remembering that was the way Randy had described her. They'd all had her and it was his wife who could not get enough. The young husband had no idea how to explain what they had put her through. He did worry that there were enough obvious clues for his wife to figure it out and for her to implicate him. At the very least, she must be wondering what happened to her cunt hair. The memory of her lying back, languidly spreading her legs while his three co-workers denuded her private area gave Lawrence a full hard on. "She let them do it," he reasoned. "It was her own fault and her complicity took away any plausible deniability she might have had," he decided, absolving himself of all responsibility. "The video would show that," he assured himself. The memory of how her hips had risen, lifting her sex toward the fingers touching her, willingly urging them to enjoy her, reaffirmed his assessment. It was right after that Randy had painted her for a third time. The reaction was instant. The men held her hands preventing her from touching herself while she writhed and wept for relief. They made her beg pitifully in words she would never ever use while they laughingly refused her supplications. She had wanted it so badly and they'd made a game of denying her, making her debase herself even further. He knew last night when he watched her that their relationship would never be the same. Now, when he heard her pleasuring herself in the bathroom he was sure of it. The weekend passed uneventfully with Lawrence busying himself Saturday with outside chores. Elisabeth had decided to go to her mother's to help out over there and ended up staying the night when it became too late to drive home. On Sunday, she came home late in the afternoon and kept to herself, then stayed up to watch the late movie, waiting until she was sure he was asleep before she slid in beside him. She lay awake listening to his breathing, comforted by his closeness but confused by the turmoil that roiled within her. Lewd, disjointed fragments would not knit into coherent thoughts that could explain the tell-tale signs of infidelity that covered her. The raspiness in her throat, the stiffness in her neck and the soreness in her private area were damning enough, but the yellowing hickies on her breasts and mound left little doubt that she had broken the sacred vows she shared with her husband. She wondered whether her lack of recall was her body's defense against having to admit the obvious. She had cheated and she didn't even know why or with who. She wanted to cuddle against Lawrence, open her soul and ask his forgiveness but she feared his disappointment and his rejection. For now she would keep her distance, let her body heal and wait for a better time. With any luck that time would never come and she'd never have to confront her shameful unfaithfulness. Even though it was Elisabeth avoiding him, the respite from having to deal with her face-to-face was a welcome break for Lawrence. Still, he was constantly aware that each hour that ticked by brought him closer to a return to work and the inevitable confrontation with Randy and the others. He rehearsed and rejected a dozen different scenarios where he would take control of the situation. In the end it was an exercise in futility. He realized that he was inevitably at his boss's mercy. In a moment of conviction on Saturday when Elisabeth was away, he threw out the packet of white tablets and the vial of liquid Randy had given him. Later, he returned to the garage and retrieved them, not wanting to anger Randy and make things worse. In bed, he tossed and turned, waiting for Elisabeth to come to him. When she didn't, he masturbated to the vivid images of her willingly giving herself to his coworkers. He fed his lust on the vivid images of her gasping in the pleasure of the other men's cocks and he blamed her so he didn't have to blame himself. Monday brought a few hours of reprieve as Randy took a rare morning off. It allowed Lawrence to bury himself in his work and shut out the relentless replay of Friday's fiasco. It was almost noon when a shadow crossed his desk and he looked up into the grinning face of Robert. A wave of malicious contempt flooded his veins as he rolled his chair back and looked venomously at his wife's tormentor. "How's the wife?" Robert chirped. "I suppose in some ways I can answer that as well as you," he continued mirthlessly. He wanted to stand up and abruptly drive his knee into Robert's groin but the man's smirk was a reminder of his own vulnerability. As bad as things were, Lawrence knew they could get worse if he acted imprudently. Instead he waited for Robert to state his business or give a reason for being there hovering over his desk. It didn't take long. "Randy called. He wants to know where Elisabeth is. She hasn't been home all morning." Lawrence was thunderstruck. Randy's audacity left him nearly speechless. While he was there working, his boss was making uninvited calls on his wife. "She's not there," he blurted out. "Gone to visit her cousin in Phoenix," he improvised trying to think of somewhere far away. Robert studied him carefully trying to determine if he was lying. "What about her job? She was supposed to be back to work tomorrow according to what she told us on Friday." "She's taking some time off ," he snapped. "Not that it's any of your business." Robert's disdainful smirk ended the conversation as he turned on his heel and walked away. Lawrence unsuccessfully dialed their home number every ten minutes until Randy walked into work half an hour before quitting time. Without speaking to anyone, he strode by and slammed his office door giving everyone a clear message to stay away. The need to speak to him and the fear of doing so wrestled in Lawrence's gut without resolution. The possibility that they had been together offered itself as an explanation for Elisabeth not answering the phone but Lawrence did not want to believe it. He took Randy's anger as reassurance that the boss's afternoon had been unsuccessful and that was good news. Supper was a quiet affair with a thousand questions in Lawrence's mind begging to be asked but no courage in his heart to actually ask them. Elizabeth chattered on talking about nothing without ever touching on where she had been or what she had been doing all afternoon. Even the fact that they were eating take-out food from Boston Market was unusual for a weekday but his pretty wife neither acknowledged she'd bought their dinner nor explained why she hadn't cooked. Lawrence's mind raced between possibilities seizing and discarding them as each new thought became more unlikely than the last. Changing his clothes before dinner, he'd pulled off the duvet to check the sheets on their bed. His pajamas, folded neatly beneath his pillow the way they always were eased his mind somewhat. Yet, coming downstairs it occurred to him that they could have had sex on top of the bedspread and he went back up to run his hands over it searching for tell-tale wet spots on the brocade. On his second trip down the stairs he realized that finding such evidence would only deepen his anguish without solving his problem. He heard Elisabeth's voice break through the wall of preoccupation that occupied his mind. "You seem so absent minded dear. Are you sure you're okay? Did work go all right?" Before he could help himself he had blurted out a demanding "Where the fuck were you all day? I tried to call you a dozen times at least!" Elisabeth looked nonplussed. Her hesitation made her seem guilty of something, anything, although she had no idea what. "I was at my Mom's," she stammered. "We wallpapered their little bathroom. I left after five and just had time to pick something up for dinner... I ... I didn't think you'd mind ..." Lawrence glared at her, not wanting to accept her perfectly plausible explanation but knowing, without a doubt, she was telling the truth. "I was worried," he mumbled grumpily, wanting to end the exchange without having to explain further. "I guess I'm just over tired." "I know the feeling," his wife sighed. "I still haven't recovered from Friday night!" The admission landed like a toxic cloud between them sucking air and energy from their conversation. Both Lawrence and Elisabeth felt suddenly awkward. The young husband's eyes concentrated on his plate where he maneuvered peas into position with his fork and prayed she would change the subject. The more she dwelt on it the more chance his role in what happened could become obvious. Elisabeth watched him in uncomfortable silence, acutely aware of the elephant in the room and of the glaring gaps in her recollection of Friday's events. She felt embarrassed without knowing why and aroused without any reason. Her panties were beyond moist again and the slutty feelings she'd been experiencing all weekend were back. An overpowering guilt made her want to hug her husband and apologize to him without knowing why she should. Her hand reached out to pat his thigh reassuringly and inadvertently brushed across his crotch. It surprised her that he was already hard. The second pass was more deliberate and she traced the outline of his prick gauging its tumescence by touch. She wanted to make up for whatever she had allowed to happen Friday night and sex was the easiest way, The zipper on his pants slid down easily and her hand slipped inside to cup his balls. She laid her head on his chest so he wouldn't be able to tell that she was watching her own hand coaxing his cock. The clear viscous fluid was already coating his plum-like knob and she spread it around playfully before touching her fingertip to her tongue and tasting it with a shy smile. It seemed so forbidden, so deliciously indecent that her belly contracted with a pleasurable shudder. She could tell by the way that Lawrence shifted in his seat that he liked her touch. Lewd names and strange voices cluttered her battered thoughts in a way she had never experienced. In the maelstrom of madness that distorted every thought and action, she heard her own name linked with unspeakable vulgarities that both offended and excited her. The gentleness of sex with Lawrence was overpowered by the rough carnality of many hands squeezing, stroking, and opening her physically, emotionally, completely. The smooth plum of Lawrence's cock bathed her tongue in his liquid but Elisabeth was remembering something different, something uncut and unforgiving pushing deep, pummeling her throat, making her gag repeatedly. She felt dirty and abused. Her tongue swirled over her husband's cock gathering his syrupy precum trying to mask the memories with the immediacy of the moment. But something deeper intruded like a disturbing vignette denying the completeness of her devotion. It was Lawrence's cock in her mouth but it was a thick, uncut cudgel pounding her throat that stuck in her mind. As clear as if it was happening then she could hear a stranger's voice belittling her. Lawrence was moaning while his cock coated her tongue with his cum. Not the torrent that last Friday night had flooded her mouth to overflowing choking her with its abundance, but a modest load that she swallowed easily. For a few minutes she nursed on his softening member wanting to recreate the feelings of helplessness that would have allowed her absolution for her unfaithfulness. It excited her to remember having her nose buried in a forest of coarse pubic hair while an uncut cock had possessed her mouth and throat. It was too real to be imagination. The taste and texture, the size and thickness, and the sheer volume of cum that she had swallowed, made Lawrence's cock incapable of recreating those images. The humiliating words snapped through her thoughts like Tourette's and they made her yearn for their return. She felt she was the cocksucker they had urged her to be and she was the shameless cunt they said she was. They had used all of her openings and she had let them, welcomed them, encouraged them and now she yearned for them again. Lawrence must never know. To be continued...