0 comments/ 18605 views/ 0 favorites Adventures of Karyn Ch. 4-7 By: Karyn Part Four I was leaving Bob and Eve’s still wondering to myself if the tapes I found in Bob’s night table were of the porno variety. I really shouldn’t think so lowly of Bob. Afterall, over the past year or so of internet surfing, I have become someone that enjoys pornography myself and I do not consider myself to be sleazy. It is still not something I would want people that know me personally to find out about. Anyway, it was getting to be early evening by now and I wanted to get my grocery shopping finished so I could relax the rest of this Saturday night. It would also free me up to only having to do a few loads of laundry on Sunday. On Sundays, I like having few obligations so I can laze about with the Sunday papers. Far too many Sundays find me not getting out of my night and/or housewear. I was just about out the door when my curiosity got the better of me and I went back into their bedroom and took three of the tapes cassettes. I decided to take them home with me and to return them the next day or two, well before they would arrive back home. I threw them on the passenger’s seat and headed on to the local King’s Supermarket. Even though I was not dressed as seductively as earlier in the day (in fact, I was dressed rather plainly), I still felt the fleeting glances of some of the guys in the store. The jeans I was wearing were pretty tight and I am sure my ass looked inviting to some. Maybe it was also the sexual aura I was throwing off. I felt sexy. I casually made my way through the store, doing my typical comparison shopping with coupons. It is not a chore that takes a lot of mental energy, so my mind was able to drift other more interesting thoughts. I quickly realized I was once again focusing on Artie, Doris, and that black park ranger. This time, I placed myself in the scenario as a complete observer. As I continued almost mindlessly down the aisles, my imagination picture the three of them in the typical positions of a male-female-male three-way. For the most part, Doris seemed to be the recipient of most of the attention – and therefore pleasure. To my own surprise, at one point in the fantasy, Artie leaned over and took the black ranger’s cock into his mouth. Doris was on her back with Artie on top of her fucking her slowly, but with a steady deep rhythm. The black ranger was standing next to the bed with his cock hovering over Doris’s mouth. He was sliding it across her lips when Artie bent forward and took the dark shaft into his mouth, stealing it away from Doris. The look on Doris’s face was a mixture of surprise and glee. The black man did not seem to care or miss a beat in moving his hips forward and back as he slid in and out of Artie’s mouth. Artie continued is piston-like movements over Doris. Doris began to drive her hips up to meet each of Artie’s thrusts with increasing determination. She was getting completely aroused by the feeling of Artie’s penetration and sight of him sucking the black man’s cock. She reached up with her hand to swipe the long black shaft from Artie’s mouth and directed it down to her own. Artie bent forward so that he could get his tongue and lips on the cock along with Doris at the same time. The black man pushed his hips back and forth fucking between their two mouths, their tongues moving frantically. Of course, in my fantasy all three of them began to cum simultaneously. The black man shot stream after stream of thick white cum nearly across the room as Doris moaned out loudly from her own pleasurable orgasm. Artie’s face was strained with sweet agony as he held his breath and twitched violently as he deposited his cum deep into Doris. As they began to unwind and peel away from one another, my mental thoughts came back to earth and I found myself in the produce aisle just staring at the cucumbers. I had no choice but to survey them all to select the best size and shape for my own personal use. I have found cucumbers to be the best produce for self pleasuring. Carrots are just too stiff and thin, bananas are too fragile, the skin on zucchinis is too rough. Cucumbers come is such a nice variety of widths and their skin is so nice and smooth (especially once coated with my personal lubricant). I chose one that was a little fatter around than a large sausage and had a nice curve to it. There were no deformations on the skin’s surface and it would be nice and smooth for the fast jabbing I am fondest of when masturbating in this fashion. How ironic I thought as I dropped it into my cart – it costs a perfect 69 cents. As I walked down the aisle, I could clearly feel the wetness between my legs from the lurid thoughts that had been running through my mind. I checked my list to make sure I had purchased everything I needed before heading to the checkout. Saturday evenings at this time do not typically find shoppers like me. Most everyone else there were only buying a few items and the express lines each had several customers. I got behind a woman a year or two older than me. She had her hands full with two kids. One sitting in the cart the other trying desperately to get away from her clutches. I took notice of her. She was surprisingly well figured for a mother of two. Her tummy was very flat. If her face had been prettier, she would have gotten me started on another fantasy voyage. But, sorry to say, she was not just slightly unattractive facially, she was downright ugly – fugly (fucking ugly). I am not usually a judgmental person when it comes to physical appearance, but she crossed the limit. As she finally paid and got her cart loaded back up with the bagged groceries, I unloaded my own cart onto the conveyor and began the typical chit chat with the checkout girl. I’ve been shopping at this store long enough and often enough to have met most of the checkout workers. I had seen Erin plenty of time before. I suppose she also recognized me as a frequent customer in her lane as she gave me that sort of welcoming smile. I am guessing that Erin is in her mid to late 20s. She was complaining to me how she couldn’t wait to get finished with work and get out to party. Party. Now that is something I have not done in a long long time. It made me feel old actually. Had I suddenly turned into an “old” lady? Here it was a Saturday night and I was grocery shopping and then heading home. And, I was going to be alone – except for Mr. Cuke. Without thinking, I shrugged at her and pointed to the cucumber as it was heading down the conveyor and said, “well, I have my own evening all planned with excitement”. Did I really blurt that out? Yup, I sure did. Erin laughed heartily, but not in a way that was putting me down. Embarrassed with what I had said, I just kept my mouth shut the rest of the time. Erin must have sensed my awkwardness and she did not continue to engage me in conversation, but kept at her scanning my purchases. As she punched the code into the register for the cucumber, she let out a little yelp of laughter. “Sixty-nine cents. I can’t believe it’. I had to chuckle also even though I was probably redfaced. I was putting the last bag into my cart as Erin handed me my change. “Have fun tonight”, she intimated. “You too,” I quickly replied. Then she leaned forward and whispered, “I prefer the shower massager myself .” It eased things a little for me, but I was still embarrassed. On the way to the car, I couldn’t help but picture Erin sitting in the tub holding the shower massager a few inches away from her pussy. It was a sight I think I would love to see; to watch her (or most any woman) having multiple orgasms from the water spray pulsating over her clit. My trip home was without adventure and seemed to take too long. I was anxious to be finally home and free to spend the evening any way I wanted. First on my agenda was to prepare a quick dinner of spinach and cheese ravioli with marinara sauce and a nice tossed salad (minus the cucumber of course). I was not about to cut “him” up just yet. While I was waiting for my raviolis to rise in the boiling water, I quickly changed into my lounge about clothes. A pair of light flannel men’s boxer shorts and a loose t-shirt. No bra, no panties. I set my meal out on the coffee table along with a candle and a large glass of chianti. I put the first of Bob’s unmarked video cassettes into my VCR. Just as I had surmised, it was a tape of some football game. I clicked the fast forward button on the remote to see if there was anything else more interesting on the tape. A few mouthfuls of salad and ravioli later, the football game suddenly changed to what was obviously an adult movie. I quickly stopped the VCR and and then put into play mode again. Apparently, he had taped the football game over the movie since it ended within a few minutes. The final scene was all I saw. It was very arousing though. An all female orgy with a BBW black woman at the center of everything. Like a queen bee or something. It was not exactly hard core stuff. Lots of kissing, lots of nipple sucking and you could see faces down between legs, but you never actually got to see any pussies or actual tongue contact on pussies. Following the movie credits, it continued with the typical commercials of a premium cable channel. There were advertisements of upcoming movies and all. Most of them were not of the adult variety. So I surmised he must have taped a movie from Cinemax or something like that. One of those soft porn movies. The rest of the tape was just a bunch of different TV shows and another football game. I let the tape rewind and then replaced it with the second tape. This one was more like it. It started out with the opening credits of another soft porno movie he had taped from Cinemax. or HBO or some other pay channel. Part Five I watched the soft porn movie as I leisurely finished my dinner. The movie was pretty terrible. The acting was atrocious and the plot was not really a plot. The sex was okay, but since it was a soft porno movie, you never got to see an erect cock nor any sort of penetration. You always knew what was transpiring as far as oral sex or intercourse, but you never got to see the good stuff. I left the VCR running on play as I cleared my dinner dishes back into the kitchen and came back with the bottle of chianti to refill my glass. As I sat back down, I noticed that the cinematography of the picture was totally different than when I had left. This was not something taped from the TV. The picture was not nearly as clear and the sound was very muffled; almost inaudible. I noticed after a moment that the camera angle and zoom were not changing. The action on the screen was of a couple having sex on a bed. I turned the volume up, but it merely made things more distorted. I quickly came to the conclusion that this was some sort of home-made tape and perhaps one that the woman or even the couple did not know was being made. A hidden camera video. My first thought was maybe it was Bob and Eve, but that idea was quickly erased as I looked a little closer. This couple was definitely not them. The couple was about the same age, but not the same physiques. The guy actually had a real nice build. The woman was chunky, but not obese. I turned my attention to the couple’s surroundings wondering if the décor was something from Bob and Eve’s house. It did not look familiar. I continued to watch the couple get into various positions. It became somewhat apparent that the guy knew the camera was there as he continuously moved the two of them into a position where the camera would get a decent angle. He also kept discretely looking in the direction of the camera. She, on the other hand, seemed to be oblivious to the camera and what was going on. About 20 or 30 minutes of them moving in and out of various sexual positions of oral and intercourse, he mounted her and began to fuck her with some determination. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back as he continued to drive himself into her with increasing force and speed. Her moans were clearly audible now despite the poor sound quality of the tape. Then he abruptly came. His movements suddenly change to a few deep pushes forward into her as he must have been cumming. Her legs relaxed and fell back onto the bed as he rolled off of her and laid on his back next to her. They stayed pretty much motionless for a few minutes and then she sat up and worked her way off the bed and out of the picture. As soon as she was out of sight, he jumped up and headed directly for the camera where he must have turned it off. The next picture was a facial shot of the guy and he was talking to the camera. I had a hard time making out everything he said, but the gist of it was that he had filmed himself and his wife without her knowledge and he was sending it to Bob and asking Bob to send him something similar in return. Following his little speech, there were another two shorter scenes. One of this guy’s wife stripping down in the bathroom and taking shower. He must have filmed it while standing just outside of the bathroom with the door cracked an inch or two. The final scene was of her getting dressed in their bedroom. It looked like he had the camera in the same place as when he filmed them having sex. I felt sort of dirty as I let the tape rewind. I had just gotten finished watching this tape that some guy secretly made of his wife. A tape I had taken from the bedroom of my neighbors’ house. It was all so sleazy. Yet, I was aroused. And, I knew there was nothing, even my guilty feelings, that was going to stop me from watching the third tape I had taken from Bob’s night table. I made the assumption that the third tape was also going to include some sort of pornographic content. So, before I clicked on “play”, I went and got Mr. Cuke as well as a towel to lay across my sofa to protect it from my womanly juices. Before sitting back down on the towel covered cushion, I dropped my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Now I only had on the oversized t-shirt. When I sat down I made sure that I was in the proper position that I had taken many times in the past. I placed my feet onto the edge of the coffee table with my legs spread apart. In this position, I could see the TV well enough, but I could also see my own reflection in the glass that covers my fireplace. I have frequently masturbated on the sofa like this and watched myself in the reflection, imagining I was watching another woman getting herself off along with me. I made sure that Mr. Cuke was within reach as I set the VCR in motion to view Bob’s tape number three. Damn it. Another football game. I hit the “fast forward” button in hopes that I’d get to something a bit more enjoyable. I watched the TV screen out of the corner of my eye as I turned my primary attention to viewing my reflection in the glass. I reach over and took the cucumber into my right hand and moved it over to my exposed pussy. My lips were already swollen and peering out from my lightly trimmed pubic hair. I was more than damp. I slid the tip of the cucumber over my clit beginning a few inches above it and then over it and down the rest of my slit across my opening. Those initial touches are always so shocking, but pleasurable. This was even more so since I was so horny and ready for sex and because of the coldness of the cucumber. My nipples became taut immediately upon that first rush of sexual twinging. How I wished there was someone there to take them into their mouth and circle their tongue around them. I swear there are times that I could orgasm just from nipple teasing. I continued to slowly move the cuke up and down my slit, pressing it against my clit and pushing it inside me a little more each time I brought it down to my opening. The cuke was getting coated with my lubrication. Every time I pushed the cuke into me, I did so with a very slow motion and just a little bit more each time to feel new pleasures on each penetration. It was spreading me more and more until the fattest portion of the cuke was inside me. Then it was as if my pussy was sucking on it to get it in even deeper. I resisted simply pushing it completely inside me, preferring to enjoy the extreme physical pleasure I was gaining from the feel of tightening my pussy muscles over it as I slowly withdrew it and then pushed it back in again. If I had wanted to, I could have cum immediately by simply pushing on my clit with my free hand. But that would have ended the incredible feeling of hanging on the edge of ecstasy with such control. I was being careful with every movement I made to not let it all collapse over the edge. At this point, I think a slight breeze across one of my nipples, like that of the warm breath of a lover, would have sent my pussy into uncontrollable orgasmic spasms. I was desirous of that feeling but not as desirous of maintaining the current feeling I was experiencing. It was intensely sweet. I took my eyes away from my glassy reflection and looked over at the TV. It was still football, but I caught myself enjoying the view of the asses and muscular legs and arms of the players. I imagined each of them with semi-hard cocks – semi-hard fat cocks – semi-hard fat cocks ready for me to touch and suck on. That was it, I could contain myself no longer. The feeling between my legs and deep into my torso was beyond pulling back. I was going to cum. I closed my eyes, took in one last deep breath and then plunged the cuke slowly and steadily all the way inside me until I felt it against my cervix. I reached down with my free hand and began to rub my clit in a circular motion as I pressed against it with my middle finger. Then I began to move the cuke in and out with quick, deep thrust as I began to loose control. I am sure I was not quiet. There was no need to hold back. I was cumming and it felt unbelievable. After about 20 strong spasms, my orgasm began to ease off. I was still feeling pleasure from every movement, but I was gaining back some control with the exception of an occasional twitch like a sudden chill. The twitches lessened and I was soon feeling completely relaxed, but I continued to move the cuke in and out of my opening. I was breathing heavily, but recovering back to a normal pattern. I was a little dizzy from the whole ordeal. I think I began to fall asleep. I was shocked back to full awakeness when the tape reached the end and the VCR abruptly and automatically went into rewind mode. This third tape did not contain anything except the football game. When the tape finished rewinding and I had swallowed the last gulp of wine, I mustered the strength to get up. My legs were weary. My whole body was weary. It was time to turn in for the night and conclude the first day of this magical few days. Part Six My mind was at peace and my body was drained. I slept deeply Saturday night. I awoke Sunday morning, as usual, from the stirring of my housemate – Trixie, my yellow lab. It was only 7am, but I felt well rested. Well rested, but not ready to face the day. I am not that crazy to be up and about at 7am on a Sunday morning. I threw on my bathrobe and slippers and leashed up Trixie to take her for her morning walk. Not much of a walk. I only go to the end of the driveway and back. And, only that far because that is where they drop my newspapers. Trixie has learned the routine and she makes sure to stop off along the way to relieve her bladder. I was surprised at how hot it seemed already. It was going to be the steamy day the weather report had forecast. I sauntered back into the house with my newspapers and Trixie. I filled Trixie’s bowl with her morning kibble. I find it amusing how excited she still gets waiting for me to put her bowl back down on the floor for her even after eating the same old same old for so long. I suppose I could be that excited over a constant diet of pizza or ice cream. But dried cord board tasting kibble? I don’t think so. Adventures of Karyn Ch. 4-7 I’m a caffeine junkie, but not from coffee. I get my fix from diet coke. I keep a healthy supply in the fridge. Sunday was no exception. I had just been grocery shopping the evening before and I was well stocked. I grabbed a 16 ounce bottle, a peach yogurt, and the newspapers and headed back to my boudoir. Trixie must just about inhale her food. It is not that far of a walk from the kitchen to my bedroom, yet Trixie just about beat me back there after gulping down her breakfast. Trixie has also learned how to determine what day of the week it is. Sunday mornings are the only time I let her up on my bed. I let her lounge there with me as I read the paper and doze off to sleep until I am ready to face the world. Before I was out of my bathrobe and slippers, Trixie had jumped up onto the bed and was staking out her territory. I got in bed with my back propped up with two pillows and began the chore of separating the newspapers between the sections I want to look through and those that can go directly to the recycle pile. Trixie quickly sprawled herself out with her head resting on my hip – the perfect distance away for me to subconsciously rub her ears as I read through the paper. I am sure it all sounds boring, but it is so comfortable and cozy. There is no better way to spend a Sunday morning – diet coke, newspaper, the love of a loyal companion, a comfortable bed, no alarm clocks. I finally had my fill of catnaps by around 10:30, plus I was hungrier than that yogurt had been able to satisfy. Sunday is “indulge yourself” day in my book. It is the day I permit myself to have eggs for breakfast. On my way to the kitchen, I stopped off in the living room and turned on the TV. A few months ago, I changed over from cable to DirecTV. DirecTV has a zillion music-only channels and I chose my favorite. Now, don’t laugh at me, but I like country music. So, I put on “Today’s Country” and turned the volume up loud to hear it clearly in the kitchen. I saw the three video tapes I had swiped from my neighbor and it reminded me of the night before. I’m sure I smiled to myself, but at the same time fought with my morality for having enjoyed watching someone that was secretly taped and for also taking the tapes in the first place. I began to have a battle within my mind of whether to just simply return the three tapes or to exchange them for a few more from his night table stash. Should I continue down this road of moral decay? If I did, would I be hurting anyone? Other than possible myself, I mean. I decided to not ponder it. I’d make that decision later when faced with it. Back in the kitchen, I must have been a sight. I was dancing around to the music of The Dixie Chicks or Kenny Chesney in my midriff tee and panties as I prepared my scrambled eggs, cheese and toast. Worse than how I must have looked is the way I must have sounded. I am a terrible singer, but I still belt it out in the privacy of my kitchen with only Trixie to hear me. She doesn’t seem to notice my voice or my dancing; sprawled out on the cool kitchen linoleum. Last winter I invested in this hammock to lounge about in on my small deck. The hammock takes up the entire deck, but with its cover and insect screening, it is well worth it. Rinsing off my breakfast dishes in the sink and looking out the window, I saw my hammock and decided it would be my next stop after showering and getting a load of laundry going. My plans took a minor turn though. When I walked out onto the deck I quickly realized that I’d only last 10 minutes in the hammock with how hot it was outside, especially with the sun beating down on the hammock’s cover. I suddenly remembered that I had full and private access to Bob and Eve’s pool while they were out of town. Not such a terrible change in plans afterall. I went back inside and changed into my bathing suit and threw a coverlet on. On the way out, I stopped off and picked up those infamous video tapes for return. I had still not come to any firm decisions on what I would do about them. It was hot enough out that Trixie immediately went for the pool and plopped herself down on the top step at the shallow end with her body half submerged in the water. She rested her head on the edge of the pool and looked quite content. I found a partially shaded area to layout in the chaise. Now, Bob and Eve’s back yard is pretty secluded and private from what I can see. I know that it is not very visible from my yard except in the very back corner. However, I am not one that would be comfortable laying outside naked, especially in an unfamiliar environment. So, for all of you imagining me stripping down and sunning in the nude, forget it. That is just not me. That is not to say that when it came time to take a quick dip in the pool to get some relief from the heat that I kept myself covered. There are few feelings as nice as moving through cool water with no clothes on. I am sure most of you have been skinny dipping. If you haven’t, drop whatever you are doing and find somewhere to experience this. Anyway, I would layout in the chaise with my suit on reading the newspaper for a while until I got too hot to take it any longer. Then I’d strip off my suit and quickly get into the water to cool off. Getting out, I’d towel off immediately and then slip back into my suit. This was not always done with complete ease. Swimsuits don’t slip on so easily when you or they are a little wet. The dips in the pool made me feel sexually stirred, but not crazed as I had been on a couple of occasions the previous day. Still, as the afternoon wore on, I could feel the pressure building and I knew that I’d be seeking the services of Mr. Cuke once again at some point. It was getting to be past mid-afternoon and I still had another two loads of laundry to do, so I reluctantly convinced myself it was time to go on back home. Before leaving, I went back inside Bob and Eve’s house to return those tapes. Once in their bedroom and staring at the draw of tapes, I decided to take another couple of tapes for viewing that night with the silent promise that I wouldn’t take any others. At first, I took two and then before closing the drawer, grabbed another two. Fuck it. I opened the drawer back up and took the rest of the ones I had not checked out yet. In all, I had 7 tapes in my hands I was feeling real guilty, but I kept rationalizing that I wouldn’t be hurting anyone by viewing them. I suppose I mostly felt guilty because I had always placed Bob on the top ten sleaze list and here I was joining him. At home, I dropped the tapes on top of the TV cabinet and headed straight for the shower to rinse off the sweat and chlorine. Now that I had made my choice and had the tapes at home, I was beginning to get anxious about viewing them. I decided that I’d watch one or two of them before dinner and then another one or two after depending on how things went. I quickly showered, toweled off and slipped into an oversized t-shirt. Tonight, I’d forego the shorts or panties. The towel was still draped over the cushion on the couch, so no need to worry about a wet-spot. I popped in tape number one and sat back on the couch and prepared myself for the show. Similar to two of the others, this one did not start off with anything illicit. It was a taping of “Everybody Loves Raymond”. Just as I had hit the fast forward button, my doorbell rang. I glanced down at myself and figured I was sufficiently covered to answer the door. Peering through the peephole, I saw that it was Mary Ellen from across the street. I opened the door to see her standing there with her 10 year old daughter, Tessa. She had come over to ask me if she could borrow my car since she was unable to get hers started and she needed to drop Tessa off at soccer practice. Mary Ellen is your typical soccer mom – plain, but not unattractive – a little overweight. I invited the two of them inside while I went to go get my keys. As I walked back through the living room, I noticed that the fast forwarding tape was no longer on “Raymond” and not on something I cared to have Mary Ellen, much less her daughter see. I quickly reached for the remote and hit the “stop” button just in time before the two of them entered the room behind me. That would have been embarrassing. I told them to have a seat and I’d be right out with my keys. I then noticed the towel covering the middle cushion on the couch and offered to them to not sit there “since Trixie had had an accident there earlier”. Lucky for me, I didn’t have Mr. Cuke laying out too. I went back into my bedroom and grabbed my pocketbook where I usually keep my keys. I walked back to the living room as I rummaged my hand inside it to find my keys. As I pulled them out, Doris’s card came flying out along with them and fell to the floor. I had almost forgotten about her. I handed the keys over to Mary Ellen and she promised to have the car back by 8pm. Then off the two of them went. I watched them through the window until I saw them pull out of my driveway in my car. Then I went immediately back to the remote control and hit the play button and then the rewind button to get back to the beginning of what I had missed. To my surprise, the video was of Eve laying in her bed completely nude and masturbating herself with just her fingers to the sound of Bob seductively urging her on. So, she knew she was being taped and seemed to be getting off on it. It was getting me hot and bothered I can tell you that. Some of the things Bob was saying to her let me know that she also knew that the tape was not going to be just for their personal enjoyment, but for sharing with others. Bob kept saying things like, “give such and such a show. You know he loves to watch you baby. Make it good for him. Make him want you like I want you.” Then, just before she was about to cum, she raised her head up and spoke to the camera as if she was speaking to the person that was going to be watching it. She was coaxing the viewer to cum with her. Hell, I did not need to be coaxed really. I had been subconsciously playing and I was ready. We came together, Eve and I. After Eve was finished, the next scene was a switcheroo. Now Bob was on the bed stroking his cock while Eve held the camera on him. As much as I don’t like Bob, I was enjoying watching him jerk off. His cock was puny really, barely a handful. But, when he came, it shot straight up into the air more than several inches before landing on his chubby tummy. The next 30 or 45 minutes of the tape was just of them walking around their house nude or in the shower, stuff like that. No sex, just nudity and continual talking to the camera as if entertaining someone watching. I thought it was sort of funny really and got very used to them being naked. After a bit, you almost did not notice. After that, the tape went on to other taped primetime TV shows. Part Seven As soon as that first tape finished rewinding, I could not wait to get in the next tape to see what surprise awaited me. To my ultimate dismay, the next tape was merely taped TV shows and another football game; nothing sexual or illicit at all. Being that it was now after 6pm, I figured it was a good break point to prepare my dinner. Trixie was also reminding me not to forget about her dinner too. I wanted to get back to viewing the other 5 tapes, so I decided I’d just have one of those microwave meals. I like the Uncle Ben’s frozen rice meals and had a few in the freezer. So, I popped one into the nuker. While that was radiating, I took Trixie out for her after-meal walk so she wouldn’t be bothering me the rest of the evening. I got outside and for just a split second got an ill feeling when I did not see my car in the driveway until I remembered that I had just lent it to Mary Ellen. That also meant that she would be disturbing me when she returned to give me my keys back. I’d just have to keep an ear and an eye out for her and remember to turn off the VCR when she got there. It was too close a call earlier. Those thoughts also reminded me that Doris’s calling card flew out of my pocketbook when I pulled out my keys. What had I done with her card after that? I couldn’t remember. I didn’t even remember if I had picked it up off the floor. Trixie was done with her business and my meal was probably finished and sitting in the microwave. So, I went back inside still wrestling with my memory about Doris’s card. It was hard to keep my concentration on that when the images of her in that teddie kept interrupting. Once I was back inside, I decided to give my pocketbook a quick look to see if I had thrown it back in there without thinking. Voila! There it was. I must have picked it up and tossed it back in there. I don’t know why I was so overjoyed to find it. I doubted I’d ever build up enough nerve to call her and even if I did, I had no idea what I would say to her or what to expect. I did know that the episode of meeting her at the lingerie shop continued to haunt me. Well, enough of that. I wanted to get back to those tapes. I put her card back into my pocketbook, grabbed my teriyaki vegetables and rice and headed back out to the living room. Tape number three needed to be rewound a bit. That gave me a quick moment to get settled in on the couch and wolf down a few forkfuls of dinner. I did not have to wait long to find out that this tape contained sexual content. It started right off with some show taped from HBO. It was called Sex Bites or something like that anyway. There was lots of nudity, but not really any sex. At least none that I saw as I fast-forwarded. I soon found that this tape contained several episodes of that HBO show and nothing else. Bob must have taped the entire series or something. By the time I had gone through this entire tape, I was finished with my dinner. I was also beginning to get disappointed. Had I reached the best of the tapes with the ones I had seen already? Three tapes down, four to go. There had to be some good stuff left. Eenie Meenie Minie Mo – I picked the next tape. Another football game!? Give me a break already. Fast-forward. This tape looked like a bust; until near the end anyway. The football game then changed to some more homemade video of Bob and Eve. At first, it was just of them prancing around the house naked. Then it went to a scene of Eve giving Bob a combination hand job and blow job until he came. She would stroke him some and then go down on him some; alternating back and forth. When he came, she pulled her face away from his cock and just jerked him quickly with her hand. Like in his solo scene, he shot it straight into the air a few inches and onto his stomach. When he was done, Eve slowly rubbed his semen into his skin. After a few minutes of this, Bob got up and position Eve on the end of the bed with her pussy facing toward the camera. He adjusted the camera to give a closer view of her. When he reappeared in the picture, he had a fairly large cock shaped dildo in his hand. The size of this dildo was obviously larger than a typical cock. Bob took his time with it and did not just go after Eve with it. He first dripped some sort of liquid lube onto her pussy and slowly rubbed it over her and into her with his fingers. From Eve’s movements, it was easy to see that she was enjoying his touches. Then Bob dribbled some lube onto the dildo and smoothed it around the head and shaft completely. He placed the dildo down on Eve’s pussy and moved it around, circling her clit and playing up and down her slit. He continued to tease her like this for several minutes until she began to squirm around noticeably. “Stick it in me. Fuck me with it already.” Bob resisted and continued to tease her by placing the head just barely into her opening as if he was going to oblige her and push it in further and then he withdrew it and slid it over her clit and up down her slit some more. Eve was getting progressively aroused and was now begging Bob to fuck her with this dildo. Their action had me wanting to be fucked too, but I had not taken Mr. Cuke out of the fridge. Just as I was debating whether to pause the tape and go get Mr. Cuke or to just use my fingers, my doorbell rang. It had to be Mary Ellen. I hoped that she did not hear Eve’s pleadings. I quickly turned off the VCR and took a few deep breaths to compose myself before going to get the door. On my way over to the front door, I noticed that my nipples were fully engorged and pointing through the fabric of my t-shirt. Walking only made things worse, causing them to bounce slightly and rub the material across them. This sensation was not unenjoyable in my very aroused state. I also felt my wetness on my thighs as I approached the door. I only hoped that Mary Ellen would not notice my erect nipples or the smell of my arousal that had to be in the air. It was Mary Ellen. Normally, I would have invited her in for moment, but luckily for me, she never gave me the chance. She quickly handed me the keys and thanked me and said that she wanted to get dinner on the table for the family as she stepped away. I was not totally sure if she was telling the truth or had perhaps heard the VCR or noticed me in my aroused state. I wished I had been paying closer attention to my surroundings and had heard her pull up my driveway. Nothing I could do about it now. I watched Mary Ellen half jog back home and then went back to Bob and Eve. I nearly forgot how much I wanted that cucumber and caught myself just before plopping back down on the couch. While I was in the fridge getting Mr. Cuke, I decided that an after dinner drink would also be welcomed to take the edge off. I frequently enjoy Drambuie on the rocks as a late evening cocktail. As I was preparing my glass with ice, my pocketbook caught my attention. Doris’s card was in there. I opened the pocketbook and took out her card. I laid it on the counter, staring at her phone number. Should I call? What would I say? What is it that I want? Was I ready for that? Would I follow through? Still debating myself, I loaded my hands with my drink, Mr. Cuke, Doris’s card, and the telephone before walking back into the living room. My hands were shaking as I put everything down on the coffee table. I sat down on the couch, closed my eyes, and tilted my head back trying to compose myself. That vision of Doris kept popping into my head along with those nipples of hers poking at the lace of the teddie. How I wanted to suck on them and circle my tongue around their stiffness. I was being flooded with sexual thoughts and images. I could feel the sexual tension building inside me like I had experienced on Saturday afternoon in the park. I didn’t really need to watch the video to get off, but I turned it back on nonetheless. Bob played with Eve’s desires a little more and then he easily slid one of his fingers into her as he bounced the dildo on her clit. Then he slid in a second finger and began to finger fuck her slowly. This seemed to be taking the edge off of Eve’s immediate desire for penetration. She began to move her hips in rhythm with Bob’s fingers. I took the cucumber and placed it at my opening. It slid in with ease as I was so aroused. It felt fantastic, especially as I withdrew it and pressed the end of it across my g-spot. I did not pull it all the way out. Instead, I started to fuck myself with short quick jabs, keeping pressure on my g-spot, rubbing the tip over it. There was an onrush of pleasure that enveloped me as I began to orgasm continuously. I nearly felt like I could keep cumming as long as I kept moving the cucumber like I was. Then the intense pleasure gave way to nearly painful twitches of sensitivity and I had to stop my frigging. I could not take it. Adventures of Karyn Ch. 4-7 During my own pleasuring, I must have closed my eyes. When I returned my attention to the TV screen, Eve was on her hands and knees with her ass facing the camera. Bob was sitting beside her and working the dildo methodically in and out of her. With each thrust into her, Eve pushed her ass toward Bob’s hand to receive the full penetration of the dildo, every time letting out a load moan. Every now and then, Bob would slap Eve’s ass cheeks. They were turning bright red. It is not something I would enjoy, but Eve seemed to be fine with it. Just as it appeared that Eve was getting ready to let go, Bob withdrew the dildo completely and motioned Eve to roll over onto her back. He handed her the dildo and then he moved himself so that he was straddling her face, his balls resting between her tits. I could tell from the way Bob was moving, that he was jerking his cock off so that he could cum onto Eve’s face. Eve immediately went to work on her pussy with the dildo, jamming it in and out ferociously, using both hands. Within about 30 seconds, both of them began to orgasm. First Eve, and then within only seconds, Bob followed. Eve’s legs were twitching and her feet jerked in all different directions as she spasmed through an intense orgasm. Bob pushed his ass forward and tightened his cheeks for several forceful thrusts. When Bob crawled off of Eve, I could see that he had not missed his mark and there was a stream of his cum across her face from her chin, across her nose and eyes, up to her hairline. Eve reached up with her hand to wipe away what she could from her eyes so she could open them. Both of them began to laugh as Bob quickly ran to the bathroom to get a wet cloth for Eve to use. Then he walked over to the camera and turned it off. That was the end of that tape. Four down, three to go. While I was waiting for the tape to rewind, I gulped my watered down Drambuie. Then I picked up the phone and punched in the numbers from Doris’s calling card. After three rings, the unmistakable sexy voice of Doris chimed in, “hello.” I did not respond and nearly clicked on the “off” button. Again, Doris chimed in with “hello, is anyone there?” “Yes, it’s me - Karyn. From yesterday at Personally Yours.” “Well, hello there”, she replied back cheerfully. “Damn. Can I call you back in just a few minutes? I have your number here on my caller I.D.”, she whispered back mysteriously. “Okay”. We both hung up. Now what was I going to do? For the next ten minutes I paced around the room. It seemed like an eternity. I went back into the kitchen and poured myself another glass of Drambuie. This time I did not give it a chance to become watered down by the melting ice. The strong liquor burned my throat as it went down. Then the phone rang. “Hello.” “Hi Karyn”, Doris replied in a slight whisper. “I didn’t want to get involved in a conversation with my husband nearby. Too many questions. He’s off in the other room, so I can speak more freely now.” “What do you mean? You can’t talk on the phone with someone?”, I asked still confused. “Well, he’ll just pester me with all kinds of questions as to who it was on the phone and stuff like that. He’ll try to listen to too much and I won’t feel free to converse as we did at the store yesterday. So, have you worn your new thongs yet?” “No, not yet.” I had no idea what to say to her or ask her. “I’d love to see you model them for me. You have such a sweet ass.” I was finding myself coming under her spell again as I did at the lingerie store. Her voice was so sexy yet domineering. “You could come by here tomorrow during the day. No one will be here but me. We could have lunch.” “Ummm, I have to work though”, I responded happy to find such a quick excuse. “Call in sick sweetie. Tell the boss you are having woman problems”, she said with a hint of laughter. “They never question that.” I hesitated for a moment. Took a deep breath. “Okay.” I was mixed between being elated and scared stiff at the prospect of meeting her again. My sexual fantasies of her were intense, but I was also delving into something here that seemed ominous – foreboding. “Listen, I don’t want to stay on too long.” With that, she gave me her address and asked me to be there sometime between 11am and noon. “Don’t forget to wear your thongs”, she ended with and then hung up.