0 comments/ 8985 views/ 0 favorites In Camera Ch. 01 By: entryst in camera [ɪn ˈkæmərə]adv & adj 1. in a private or secret session; not in public 2. (Law) Law (formerly) a. in the privacy of a judge's chambers b. in a court not open to the public. Official name for sense 2: in chambers [Latin: in the chamber] * I blame Leanne's job for how we got snared in Victorias web of deceit and control. At least that's what started the unfortunate chain of events. Leanne is everything to me. I call her the "Baby Bears Breakfast". Not to tall and not too short. Not too fat and not too slim. She is "Just Right." I know my wife well. I know her nuances and foibles. I know what turns her on. Or... I thought I knew. It began on a Monday. A Monday Leanne had the day off. A Monday when we were having a lazy morning in bed. A Monday with her long slender leg hooked over mine. A Monday with her eager tongue exploring mine. A Monday with my fingers getting really slippy in the soft cleft of her pussy. We were about one minute away from my shy, bookish, Leanne, exploding into my hot, fuck-hungry Leanne, when her phone rang. I convinced her to leave it by just kissing her harder but, that annoying Jay-Z ring tone re-started immediately, seconds after it rang out. This bastard was not going away. With a groan she rolled over to answer it. She looked fabulous breaking the cover of the bedsheets with her dark hair all tousled, her skin glowing, and her nipples standing proud off her pert breasts. As she held the phone up to her ear I snuggled into her, teasing her as she talked. "Hi Greg," I kissed her breast. She turned her back. "Uh, huh" Kissing the back of her neck now. She fended me off with her free hand. "You're not serious?" I reached around to cup her boobs. She wriggled away, hissing silently at me. "No, I'm all right . Go on." I crouched down low, biting her firm bottom gently. She jumped up off the bed. I collapsed back in frustration. She stood listening intently, wagging her finger at me. If that sleaze-ball Greg knew knew she was naked while she talked to him he'd probably cum in his pants. "Why can't Barry handle it Greg? You know I'm off today." I could hear faint buzzing from the phone as she stared at something far away. "All right. I'll be there in an hour." "What the fuck..." I exclaimed. "There's spammers on our mail server. A D.O.S attack. That dipshit Barry pulled out the plug on the whole thing and now they can't get it to re-start." She was rummaging in her dresser for underwear. "Who gives a shit? It's your day off Leanne." "I have to go in." She smiled at me, dipping a leg through the loop of black panties. "And what am I supposed to do with this?" I knelt up and gestured to my full hard-on, sticking up like a flag-pole. At least that gave her some pause. She halted with the panties half way up her thighs and delicately licked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. She gave my cock the fondest, most calculating look. Wondering did she have time? Then, with a shudder, she snapped the underwear up. "Save it for me." She slipped her arms through the bra straps and back to hook it behind her. "I know you think a lot of my stud super-powers but this is not going to stay hard for the next eight hours." She was stepping into a pair of dull business slacks now. Everything I wanted was disappearing before my very eyes. And that was the start of a long day of sexual frustration. I did the chores. Cleaned the kitchen. Went shopping. My boner kept coming back at awkward moments when I thought of her. Especially when she sent me a "Snapchat" of her looking pouty and sad against a backdrop of servers. Of course she held the phone at a high enough angle to show lots of cleavage down her blouse. At six that evening I heard her keys rattle in the hall door and I leaped like a panther to meet her. She barely had time to close the door before I was attempting to ravish her in the hallway. Pulling, thrusting, grinding, she gave as good as she got. Then that damn phone beeped a reminder and she looked at it while I was nuzzling into that previously advertised cleavage. "Shit! Victoria and Denis." "What?" "Victoria and Denis. We have to be at their house at seven. We're having dinner." "What?" "I told you last week. He's Greg's boss. It's my unofficial interview for the Central Office job." "What? No you didn't." "I'd better hit the shower. Dress casual." And then she was gone again. I waited, listening to the water hiss for a count of sixty before I made my move to fuck her in the shower. But the door was locked. The bathroom door is never locked. She knew me too well. I sulked in the car as we drove over, barely listening as she lectured me about the 'do's and don'ts' of the night ahead. Super rich go-getter businessman, trophy wife, beach babe, blah blah blah. From the passenger seat I eased my hand over her jeans and down into the crook of her thighs. "Jack. I'm trying to drive." "We'll 'I'm' trying to get laid." She tried to squeeze her thighs together to resist my wandering hand but she had to work the pedals and soon my fingers were running along the seam of her black Levis, pressing it into her crotch. "Jack, I think this isn't the time." She was exasperated. "Well 'I' think you are a horny little minx and, if you ask me nicely to take my hand away, I will." "But." I leaned right up to her ear and whispered. "You won't." She looked at me and smiled a wicked smile and then pressed hard on the accelerator. I fell back into my seat as the car surged forward. For the rest of the journey, she stamped pedals, jerked levers, and threw that car into bends like a rally driver. But, she didn't ask me to move my hand. Eventually we got to the Krugers house. A tasteful red brick affair on it's own large gardens. We parked on the road. It was warm and dark and the air was heavy with the soft smell of lilac. The driveway bent away from the house slightly. There was a glimmer of light ahead from the house as we got out of the car. We were so giddy from her raucous driving we fell to giggling and messing as we pushed the bottle of wine at each other. Half way up the drive Leanne stopped to check her casual dress. If you call a figure hugging Polo shirt, perfect hair, and immaculate make-up, casual. I pinched her backside and she slapped my hand. I kept grabbing her like a teenager until we were wrestling and giggling all over again. After a particularly eel-ish bout of wriggling from Leanne our feet got tangled up and we fell over, tumbling through a beautifully manicured hedge. I landed on my back with a thud and she landed on top of me. We just lay there, shushing each other and laughing like we were already drunk. Then I thought I heard a sound. Leanne put her fingers to her lips barely suppressing her own giggles. She had heard something too. Suddenly it didn't seem so funny to me that we were lying on a strangers lawn after destroying part of their garden. We listened, holding our breaths, and the sound came again. A womans voice but, deep and low. "Oh" We were lying underneath a window, a multi-paneled affair with the top sections open to allow in the night air. Light flooded out, unimpeded by any curtains. The womans voice could clearly be heard. Hot and breathy. Not words, just sounds. Leanne carefully pushed her head up and her face was bathed in the light as she peered into the window and froze with a look of shock. Staring open mouthed she looked down at me with amazement and silently mouthed the words "Holy Shit!" I pushed her off and stood up to see. We were looking into a sitting room, exquisitely furnished with leather couches and full bookshelves. One of the couches was ten feet from the window facing out and on it were a couple in the middle of making love. The man was sitting on the couch facing the window but, our view of him was blocked by the woman straddling him with her hands on his shoulders. Her long blonde hair cascaded half way down her golden-tanned back as she wielded an absolutely stupendous ass, ably assisted by his hands on her hips. His legs were braced strong on the lush carpet and he thrust up an impressively large cock which she made disappear with each undulation of her hips. A magic act which she was enjoying immensely judging by her deep groans and high pitched sighs. I stepped back from the window catching Leanne's arm to pull her back but the room was so brightly lit that it's occupants could not have seen outside even if they were looking. The window would be a black mirror to them. We were early. It must have been an eight o'clock invitation. I turned to sneak away and saw Leanne mesmerised by the sight in front of her. Staring with her mouth open. Her hand touching her cheek, forgotten. I couldn't help looking back inside. The blond was arching her slender back and thrusting her hips violently, popping that cock inside her. At this distance you could see how slick it was with her juice, her pink pussy folds squeezed and gripped as his shaft drove into her. It was then that I made a mistake. We should have left. Got into our car and drove around the village for a half hour and came back pretending nothing had happened. But, I saw the glistening in Leanne's eyes, she was rooted to the spot, breathing heavily. When I stepped behind her and pressed my bulge against her ass she guided me into place with her hands on my hips not taking her eyes from the scene in front of her. As I reached around to embrace her with my chin on her shoulder the man in the room began to give the blonde a high-speed thrashing, bouncing her mercilessly on his cock. She screamed with pleasure. I could feel heat from Leanne cheek as she blushed furiously. I nuzzled into Leanne's neck, kissed behind her ear, nipped her earlobe, smelling her dark hair. She reached over to hold my head down and melted into me. I brought my hands to her breasts kneading them gently through her top and bra, she breathed soft encouragement. I gripped the waistband of her Levis from the front and the studs began to pop slowly open. The couple were breaking apart in front of us, changing positions. I could see him now, middle years, well muscled torso, and the smile of supreme confidence as he adjusted his rigid bar of manhood. She switched around, facing us now, as she climbed up to kneel on his thighs. She had the face of an angel, a cheerleader, prom-queen, all-American girl. With a look of dirty ecstasy she lowed her backside down until her pussy met the tip of his cock. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure as she eased inch after inch inside her. He gripped her forearms, holding them back like reins as they slowly took up the pace. She thrust her teardrop breasts forward capped with spiky pink nipples. Her perfectly flat stomach quivered as she rode him slowly. She was facing us now, looking directly at us but seeing only her own reflection in the glass. She pouted and posed, clearly admiring her own perfect physique, unaware of her rapt audience. As the couple got back to a smooth paced fucking I slipped my fingers past the elastic of Leanne's black panties and pushed down into the crotch of her jeans. I was expecting her to be wet but I was surprised at how soaked she was. The inside of her panties were damp against the back of my hand as I foraged into the furnace of her pussy. She squirmed her hips, helping my fingers find the little marble of her clitoris, and she gasped when it slipped away from my touch. Leanne gripped my left hand against her breast with one hand, while reaching back to rub and knead my bulging erection through my trousers with the other. The blonde bounced on vigorously, showing great stamina and giving full vent to her pleasure. Her lusty cries drowning out Leanne's more reserved whimpers and gasps. After a while they changed positions again and the man stood up. She sank to her knees before him and sucked desperately on his tool, giving him the eyes as she did. I dropped down to my own knees behind Leanne and gripped her jeans, tugging until her soft round ass was revealed, panties skew-ways. She stood like a statue making absolutely no move to stop me. I grabbed the underwear too and eased the entire set down to bunch at her ankles. Then, like a shark going for its prey, I kissed my way up the backs of her thighs until my face was buried into her delightful backside. I nibbled and licked her tender skin until she bent forward slightly, offering her womanhood to my mouth. I split her wet lips with my tongue. Pushed my nose into her gash. Quested for her clit with my mouth as she wriggled and bucked gently. I could feel her hand on the back of my head, pushing me in as she bent over precariously and I started to strike her clit regularly, lashing at it with my tongue. Her ass and thighs shivered as she wet my face from nose to chin. I kept at this for what seemed hours until eventually I could take it no more. By the way Leanne twitched I suspected she was about to come. Breaking away to a tremulous sigh from my wife I stood up, checking on our friends behind the window. The blonde was on the couch now sprawled on her hands and knees, head down, with her backside high in the air. The man positioned himself behind her but just teased her, tapping her smooth bum with his cock but not putting it into her offered pussy. She strained to look back at him as I opened my own trousers finally letting my cock free to get fully hard. I poked Leanne's bare ass with it, hot head against her cool skin. Like a burrowing creature with a mind of its own it dug between her cheeks. For the first time she took her eyes off the mating couple, looking at me over her shoulder and biting her lip. Our eyes met and she nodded almost imperceptibly. I put my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her gently down. Bending her over. She staggered a little, her jeans-wrapped ankles nearly tripping her, until she put her hands on the window sill for balance. I adjusted my cock head in her damp crevice until it was at the entrance of her pussy. Inside the man was doing he same, placing his mighty tool against golden girls eager pink opening. He slammed home and in unison I joined him, spearing Leanne's pussy so hard my hips slapped off her ass and her head bounced back. Leanne gave full-bodied, full-throated, moan of pleasure. The man in the room stopped. He had heard something. My heart was hammering in my chest as he looked towards the window. Leanne was panting noisily so I clamped my hand over her mouth and held my breath. For a long moment he stared into the blackness of the window and then, deciding he had better investigate, he reached for his trousers. Panic rose inside me. How would we get away, we would surely be caught... The blonde saved us. She pounded on his muscular thigh in frustration. Ordering him to fuck her hard. After an endless moment of indecision he took the easy option and settled down to driving his cock into her. He gripped her hips and pounded, all strange noises forgotten, as she groaned encouragement. I did the same to Leanne, copying him. I could hear her laboured nasal breathing as I kept my hand clamped over her mouth not daring to risk her crying out again. She was pushing back eagerly and her head wobbled with the force of our fucking. I had to grip a huge fist-full of her hair to hold her head steady as I bashed my hips as hard as I could. Matching thrust for thrust with the man inside was no easy feat. Christ he was an athlete! How could he keep going like this? Any moment now I was going to lose it. Luckily the women couldn't control themselves either. The blonde began to climb towards a large and very showy orgasm, and Leanne, gagged and bent over, began to go with her. The blonde whipped her hair wildly and clawed at the couch cushions. Leanne began to jerk and thrash. The blonde screamed in ecstasy. Leanne moaned loudly and frantically into my palm. Her cries were barely muffled by my hand but fortunately they were completely drowned-out by the other womans noisy, dirty-talking, orgasm. My cock was a like a bar of white heat inside her, I couldn't hold on. Then I felt it. The rush. The point of no return, and I thrashed wildly through my wifes soft wet spasms for a few more glorious seconds before my cock started to unload spurt after spurt inside her. The man inside went with it too bucking violently and bellowing as the blonde lay with her face on the cushions, spent and submissive. It was suddenly over. The lovers on the couch hugged each other tenderly as Leanne and I panted and trembled against each other. It went on for an endless minute, the four of us just enjoying the bliss. Then they began to stir and we realised we should get out of there and fast. Before long Leanne and I were walking, buttoning and zipping as we went, back to the car. A twenty minute drive in stunned silence was shared before we could compose ourselves enough to go back. At the door Victoria and Denis greeted us. She, radiant in her loose summer top, and he, in the best casual clothes a millionaire can buy. Wine was presented and dinner served. Bonhomie was forced for long enough for the wine to make it real. Victoria was demure and sweet, not in the least a sexual wildcat. Leanne was witty and sincere, without a trace of slutty Peeping-Tom. And the night wiled away without us ever having to bring up the fact that we had seen them naked. But, it didn't end there... In Camera Ch. 02 I have always been a day-dreamer. Drifting off as soon as I found myself alone. Fantasy castles, handsome princes, impossible millionaires, I'd wile away the hours lost in my own head. It was probably the books that caused it, giving me ideas. From five years old I would read anything I could get my hands on. I loved the stories... lived them. It was as a teenager, all gawky and braces, I discovered something new to live. A trashy detective novel. Especially trashy were pages 129 to 132 (and a quarter). The Widow Mulcahy had asked Private Detective Sam Starling to find her husbands killer and, just when he was close to cracking the case, she called around to his offices all lonely and distraught. Soon they were having steamy sex on his office desk. Her breasts were heaving, his manhood was rampant, and I was discovering how to hold a book and turn its pages with the same hand. Sam and Mrs Mulcahy got me off quite a number of times, that book still falls open on those pages. She did it, by the way. Killed her husband, I mean. In college I didn't lack for male attention, the braces were off and so were the shackles. Hell, I was nearly the only girl in Computer Science that year, those boys didn't have much choice. I didn't indulge. I might "be" a geek but I'm not attracted to geeks. I was attracted to Jack though. I thought he was cute the moment I laid eyes on him. When he took his shirt off at a house party I just knew I had to have him. But, it wasn't as easy as a romance novel so, six years, two girlfriends, one house, a dog, four jobs, and a car-crash later, we were married. Sex with Jack is "love sex." Strong and direct. Caring, honest, done face-to-face, mouth-to-mouth, and on the bed. Moving together until I'm shaking and gasping and he's throbbing and spurting inside me. Then we hold each other. Love each other. I never told Jack about my fantasy life. I'm too shy really. How could I tell him that, even though he gives me what I want physically, my heart still races when I am alone in the dark, laptop screen glowing, and my right hand down the front of my pyjama shorts. I'm an IT professional, I know what the internet is made of, and I've looked. Purely for research purposes mind you. But, even though I'll admit to the odd cheap thrill, porn is not what really interests me. I love stories, the erotic fan fiction. I devour them. I've written some of my own too. They're kind of crappy but it thrills me to put my fantasy self into the narrative. Never my real self, that would be too scary. I always go clad in the garb of a fictional character. My heroines are punchy, sexy, and confident, and they take sex however they find it. They are everything I wish was. Inside the different name or the different looks it has always been me. From being slowly romanced on a desert island, to being smashed silly in a broken-down elevator, I've done it all. I've been tied up, held down, fucked seven-ways-from-Sunday. I've sucked cocks, kissed girls, strained every fibre of my body in lust. On paper anyway. Writing my own hasn't dulled my appetite for other peoples dirty stories, even the edgy ones. I would often find myself, chest tight with excitement, reading things I would never even dream of writing for my sluttiest heroine. Thrilling with every word. Barely daring to imagine it. Barely. Despite all the fantasies. Despite the most outrageous and depraved scenarios dreamed from the feverish imaginations of my anonymous friends. Despite all the naughty things I have written about my heroines. I have never brought it into real life. Never let Jack know. The closest I ever came to making a fantasy a reality was the day we were making out in the sitting room, a preliminary to our usual in-bed session. On impulse I got down on my knees in front of him and started unbuckling his trousers. Jack was astounded, shocked. He kept trying to pull me up, but only half-heartedly. I wouldn't let him anyway, I batted his hands away, took out his cock, and sucked for all I was worth. I had used my mouth on him before but, never like this, never on my knees with him towering over me... dominating me. Never "no-hands," mouth only. It was so thrilling. I was intensely wet. Is it possible to enjoy giving head more than receiving it? I think I did that day. When he could take it no more and started filling my mouth with salty, sticky, goo I rubbed my clit and came instantly. I nearly choked trying to swallow cum and orgasm at the same time. It was the most intensely sexual thing I had ever done. Until we ripped up the Krugers front garden that is. The memory of it is still so vivid to me. The voyeuristic thrill of watching the oblivious couple make love. The outrageous physicality of our own contact as Jack took me. Yes, "took me", from behind. Holding me so tight I could hardly breathe, covering my mouth, his teeth at my shoulder. Hard thrusting, hair pulling, neck throbbing, ass grinding, wet, dirty, animalistic, sex. Followed by an orgasm so deep, so intense, I thought I would faint. It took me hours to come down from that orgasm. Even at dinner later, sitting across from the radiant Victoria, I could feel little tremors causing my breath to catch. The memory stayed with me and haunted me at quiet moments. I'd find myself in work, staring at nothing, reliving the experience until I was uptight and horny, distracted from the job, and watching the clock until the time I could go home and throw myself onto Jack. Sadly, this is not the story of the perfect fantasy come true but the story of what came after when we became enmeshed in a web of sex, lies, and manipulation. It was the Friday after our dinner with the Krugers that things started to unravel... I was at my desk, fingers on the keyboard and pretending I was doing something. Anyone passing by wouldn't see how uptight I was. Mentally, I was back in the Krugers garden. Physically, I was squeezing my thighs together in a slow rhythm and grinding against the seat like a sixteen-year-old girl in the "hot" teachers class. I was getting pretty damp down there, thinking about home-time and wondering if my somewhat excited nipples were showing too much through my blouse. "Nice Rack!" I snapped out of my riviere "What?" I snarled. Barry Wolawski was standing in my doorway squinting at me through his thick glasses and trying to brush his prematurely balding hair into shape. "12K BTU Air Con, Lexan door, Nema 12, probably holds 10 blades. She's a beauty all right." I realised at this point that Barry wasn't staring at my chest but over my shoulder at the new server cabinet we installed after he fucked up the last one. "Don't touch it. Don't even think about it." "You're not the boss of me Leanne. Like, what boss ever had her desk in the server room." He laughed his snuffling nerd-laugh at his own joke until a pen dropped out of his pocket protector and he had to scrabble around the floor trying to pick it up. At least he didn't see me blush with humiliation. "We have a space problem. Greg says it's probably better I'm near the action anyway." "Uh huh. Whatever you say Leanne." I clamped my knees together. Barry was a klutz but, seriously, how long does it take to pick up a pen? The creep was probably trying to look up my skirt. Finally he came back into view, waving the pen triumphantly and struggling to get it back into his pocket protector. Marty from accounts breezed past my door and whistled a quick signal. Barry started like he had just been shocked with electricity. "Gotta go." he shot out of my office door like a cork from a pop gun. I groaned and rolled my eyes. This strange behaviour meant only one thing, Victoria Kruger had just arrived. Soon all of the boys would be crowding around the hallways with their tongues hanging out. It was pathetic really, as myself and the girls often mentioned to each other in our "totally non-bitchy" way at coffee time. I tried to do some actual work and ignore the circus but, just above my monitor, I could sense the commotion running through the floor as Victoria "brought the sunshine" to the miserable trolls toiling in the bowels of her husbands company. Strangely the disturbance was getting closer today. Something was wrong. Nobody ever comes down to I.T. by choice. "Hi Leanne." She was in my doorway now, all legs and neon smile. The sunlight behind her made her hair shine like a halo. I realised I was gawking with my mouth open. She really was that beautiful. "Em, Hi Victoria. What brings you here?" "Oh I just had to talk to you. I've got something for you, you see." "Oh... Kay. What is it?" She put her hands on my desk, bending from the waist so she could whisper to me. Over her shoulder I could see Barry goggling pop-eyed at her well-turned backside, presented so neatly to view. "It's at the house. You have to come over after work. I'll explain everything." "Eh, well... ok then." to say I was confused is an understatement. "Great. I'll see you then." She whirled suddenly, causing the men to instantly pretend they were reading upside down papers or checking the water-cooler for damage. Two interns bumped into each other as they tried to get away. Victoria breezed past them all, oblivious. Greg replaced her in the doorway. "What did she say?" "She asked me to get your number. Says she can't stop thinking about how hot you are." "Ha Ha." he flipped me the middle finger as he oozed away from my door. The drive over to the Krugers was torturous rush-hour gridlock. It took an hour and a half to drive six miles. What's more, it was the opposite direction to home so I was pretty ticked-off by the time I'd parked in their drive. I couldn't help noticing that the bush Jack and I had trashed was back in place, expertly manicured, and looking like nothing had ever happened to it. A pretty latina girl in a maids outfit answered the door. "Hi, I'm here to see Victoria." "Mrs Kruger is expecting you. Please come this way." her accent was so polished. Almost British. We walked through the hall and I glanced into the room where myself and Jack had seen all the action that famous night. In the kitchen Victoria was standing behind the marble topped island with what looked like a cosmopolitan in her hand. She was wearing a check shirt open over the smallest denim shorts in the world and a bikini underneath. She looked hot. "Leanne, come in. Its so great to see you. Maria, you can take the rest of the day off." The maid left without a word and I walked over to her. She handed me a second cocktail in a big wide rimmed glass. "No thanks, I'm driving" I started to put it down. "Drink it." There was an edge of command in her voice which I didn't recognise. I took the straw and sipped the smallest amount just to be polite, my nose wrinkled at how strong it was. She watched me over the rim of her own glass as she sucked on the white straw popping out of it. I was feeling a bit awkward now. "Um, Victoria. You said you had something you wanted to give me." I prompted. "Yes. More like something to show you actually. It's really cool." She turned to the island and set up her ipad on it's little folding stand. She tapped a few buttons and called up a video to full screen. Then, putting her arm around my waist, she moved me beside her so we could watch together and then gestured for me to drink again. I took another small sip through the straw while she took a big pull waggling her eyebrows over the rim of her glass. After a few seconds the screen came to life but there was nothing really to see. It was one of those night-vision cctv cameras, very high definition, and looking at a tree in a patch of lawn. Nothing. This was odd. Then the camera panned suddenly, stopped at a point, and focussed itself on another part of the garden. "Motion sensors." Victoria informed me. At this point I could feel the beginnings of a chill in the bottom of my stomach. There were two people lying on the lawn, a couple, rolling around together on top of a bush they had just broken through. A good-looking brunette in a tight polo shirt and a hunky looking guy. When they got up and started peeking through the nearby window my stomach was ice. I could hardly breathe as he started groping her, kissing her neck as she ground her ass against him like a stripper. Then he was on his knees, pulling down her pants and getting right up into her backside, giving her head from below. We could see her face side-on and it was clear she was enjoying herself immensely. "It gets better" Victoria sounded a little breathless. Of course it got better, as I knew too well. I could feel the blush burning through my cheeks as the video went on. Watching now as a disembodied third person it certainly didn't "look" as I remembered it. It looked a little rough to be honest. More fucking than love-making. It didn't look like the brunette was enjoying herself much with a hand over her mouth like that and her head pulled back painfully by the hair. It wasn't obvious that she was having the biggest orgasm of her life. Eventually it was over, the couple were dressing and running away like juvenile delinquents. There was complete silence in the kitchen, broken only by a gurgling noise as my straw rattled the ice cubes in my now-empty glass. "That was hot." Victoria exclaimed. "I think I'll post it on Facebook." "No!" I whirled in panic. "Victoria, I am so...so... sorry about that. I can explain." "Please do" "Um, well ... It was an accident. We fell through the bush and.. Ah, em..." my mind was whirling. "You watched us making love. That was naughty Leanne. You're a dirty little voyeur." "I didn't really see anything. I wasn't looking. I..." I could hardly breathe as I talked. "Don't give me that. Tell me Leanne, did you enjoy it?" "What?" "Watching me like that. Sucking my husbands cock. Did it get you all hot and steamy?" She moved right up to me. I could feel the heat off her body. I bit my lip and nodded shakily. She gestured to the ipad. "Did you come?" I could feel the blood pounding in my neck, rushing to keep my cheeks burning. "Yes" I said in a small voice. "How hard?" She was pressing right against me, her eyes boring into mine. I was wilting. I got a crazy notion that she was going to kiss me, but I couldn't pull away. I couldn't afford to offend her now. "Very hard." I whispered. She whirled away with a hearty laugh. "I'm delighted. I'd hate to think we wouldn't be able to get you off after all that effort. Anyway, we're quits. You watched me fucking my husband and I got to watch you fucking yours." She pulled a bottle of tequila off a shelf and two shot glasses. Then she filled them up "I'm not going to post it on Facebook." I nearly collapsed with relief. I tossed back the shot and gasped with the roughness of the spirit. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "Though I do expect an apology." She filled the glasses again. "Yes. Absolutely. Let me just say that I am sooooo sorry..." "Stop." she said "That's not the apology I want. Denis isn't here. He needs to hear it too." "Um, ok." I was confused again. She went over to a cabinet and took out a video camera. A small one, but really expensive looking. Like something a professional would use. She started adjusting it, looking at the screen and pointing the lens at me. "We're going to play a game Leanne. You and I." "An adult game." She was talking to me but looking at the screen of the camera. Looking at me on the screen of the camera. "There's only one rule in the game Leanne" her voice was soft. Mesmeric. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can walk away any time you like." I nodded slightly because I didn't know what else to do. It was all a bit crazy. She picked up her shot glass and gestured for me to do that same. Then, after a clink, we downed them together. I could feel it burning in my stomach. "Introduce yourself." she was pointing the camera at me. "Um. Hi. Ah. My name is Leanne. I, eh, I work in IT." I was twisting my fingers nervously under the black eye of the camera. "You're very pretty Leanne" Victoria said. "Beautiful" "Thanks" I smiled "Let out your hair." Victoria commanded and I took a moment to remove the various clips and bands. "You have lovely hair." I was squirming. "Time for your apology Leanne." Victoria never took her eyes off the camera screen "Oh. Yes, Well." I started to compose myself. "Repeat after me..." Victorias voice was slow "I'm very sorry" "I'm very sorry." I repeated looking into the lens. "For breaking into your garden" "For breaking into your garden" "And watching you having sex with your wife, without permission" I gulped. Time for the hard part. "And watching you have sex with your wife, without permission" "And further more. I would like to apologise." "And further more. I would like to apologise." "For fucking my husband outside your house." I paused for a second. Taking a deep breath. "For having sex with my husband..." "Fucking" "For... fucking... my husband, outside your house." "But, watching you got me so wet. I couldn't help myself." I was blushing crimson again. "But, watching you got me so wet I couldn't help myself" I rushed through the last bit. "There, that wasn't so bad was it" She pressed a few buttons I was trembling. It was "so bad" as far as I was concerned but, I shook my head in agreement. "We only have to do it a couple more times" "What!" I exploded. "Sure, that was only the first take. We have to get it perfect. Have another drink" I poured myself another shot. And stood adjusting my hair over my ear looking around like a wild animal in a trap. "Ok. Here we go again Leanne." Victoria was pointing the camera at me again. "Take off your blouse" "I'm sorry." I gasped with shock. "I said take off your blouse" Victorias voice was steely. Commanding. "No." Victoria looked up at me smiling warm and gentle. She spoke in soothing tones. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do honey" "Take off your blouse" she barked again. I don't know what made me do it. Maybe all the shocks of the day had unbalanced me. Maybe the alcohol rushing to my brain lowered my inhibitions. I had worked myself into quite a tizzy earlier that day and the horniness hadn't completely gone away. I couldn't think straight. She told me I didn't have to do it but, then she ordered me to do it. Did I have to? Or did I not? I didn't want to. My fingers trembled on the buttons. "Now your skirt" I paused, speechless for a long time, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the camera. After a while Victoria looked up at me. Expectantly. I swallowed and picked at the button on the hem, took down the side-zip, and lowered my skirt to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes as an afterthought. I was standing only in my underwear now. I could feel sweat pricking between my shoulder blades. "You have a beautiful body Leanne." Victoria panned the camera from my head to my toes. "Right. From the top... I'm very sorry" I repeated her lines in a trance, slowly and carefully, my voice barely above a breathy whisper. "...got me so wet I couldn't help myself." We had got to the end of the script again and she poured us some more shots. She shrugged out of her check shirt and picked up the camera again. That bikini top was barely holding together under the pressure of her perfect breasts. "That was great Leanne. You're nearly there." My breathing was shallow, my head was getting a bit woozy. It was like time was standing still. I had to put my hands on the island for a bit of stability. The cold marble brought me back to my senses a little. In Camera Ch. 02 "Last time. Are you ready" I nodded. "Take off your bra." I licked my lips, processing the command. "Take off my bra?" "Yes" Slow pause. "I don't want to." It was a struggle to get the words out. Like swimming through treacle. Victoria stared at me. Her face was hard. I could feel her silently contesting wills with me. Her eyes locked onto mine, holding me. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "Don't want to." The hooks snapped open. My breasts relaxed under their own weight. I gasped softly as the lace on the edge of the cup scraped my nipple on the way down. I didn't know why they were so hard and sensitive. My bra dropped to the floor. I didn't break eye contact and neither did Victoria. "Now take off your panties." Thumbs in the loops. Down off the hips. Bend a little. The gusset sticking until they are at my knees. Staring into her eyes. Brown against blue. Sensation of fresh air giving a little thrill. A bead of sweat on my spine. Goose bumps. Drop them. Tangled around my ankles now. Kick daintily until they are gone. Victoria beamed triumphantly. I hadn't realised she was holding her breath. Time ticked slowly between us. It dawned on me that she was getting very turned-on by all of this. She spoke slowly. "I'm very sorry." I swallowed and prepared to repeat the mantra, but a loud noise from the right gave me a fright. There was a crunching and rattling coming from the front door. I looked through the kitchen door and into the hall. The door was starting to open! I was naked! Terror shot through me. I did the only thing I could think of and ducked down behind the kitchen island. Collapsed more like. I stared up at Victoria wide-eyed with panic. She shushed me with a finger on her lips. Like I needed to be told! My chest was constricting. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. "Hi honey. How was your day?" Victoria chirped and bounced on her tip-toes. "A pain in the ass. How are you?" It was Denis. I mouthed a curse as I cringed down. "I'm good. In fact..." Victoria looked down at me and smiled sweetly. She turned back to her husband. "I've got something for you." I felt the bottom drop out of my world. I grabbed at Victorias leg to get her attention, hoping she could read my lips. Please. No. Please Victoria." I begged on my knees with silent words. "Oh. What is it?" he said. Victoria looked down at me again and I shook my head, pleading franticly. "This." She took hold of the string in the centre of her bikini top and tugged. The looped bow began to slowly unravel until it popped open. She unveiled her breasts with a little shake and dropped the top theatrically. Then she was wriggling sensuously out of the shorts. The bows at the sides of the bikini briefs were next, pulled open until bottoms collapsed and dropped off her. "Why don't you go into the study and get yourself a drink." She purred. After a moment she nodded at me to get up. I rose slowly crouching and covering myself with my arms. Denis was gone. She looked at me with glittering eyes, absolutely relaxed in her nudity. It was hard to feel good about yourself when faced with such glorious womanhood. "I'm going inside to play with Denis now." She looked me in the eyes. "I want you to come with me." My breath caught at the suggestion. I was feeling a bit drunk now. "Absolutely not." She rubbed a finger down my arm and pouted. "Are you sure." "I'm sure." I think my eyes lied because she smiled wickedly at me. "Well, I don't think you're sure. In fact I'm going to set you a little test to prove it." She bent and gathered up my clothes. With a gasp I tried to grab them off her but she snatched them away. "I'm going to leave these at the front door Leanne. You can get them there. All you have to do is walk past the study and pick them up on your way out." With that she turned and walked into the hall. I didn't dare try to stop her in case she made a scene. She swayed across the floor, my clothes in one hand and the camera in the other. She paused to look back at me over her shoulder. Going past the study she threw my clothes in a heap at the front door and then came back to lean on the door-frame regarding me meaningfully for a moment before slipping inside. I was alone. Two long minutes passed with no sound but my own deep breathing. I poured another shot with shaking hands and downed it instantly. Victoria didn't come back. After two more minutes I realised I was standing naked in my bosses kitchen. Drunk and not a little horny, asking myself how the hell did I get into this. I was going to have to do something. I started to shuffle over to the kitchen door, still covering up, but that felt even more ridiculous given the situation, so I relaxed my arms and padded as softly as I could. I peered into the hall. Of course it was empty. My clothes were just a short walk away on that polished oak floor. I stepped out into the hall, running my fingertips along their expensive wallpaper as I crept nearer the door. Now that nobody could see me I fancied myself affecting a little of Victorias nude swagger as I traced her footsteps. I stopped about four feet away from the study door. All I had to do was cross that gap and I'd be out. That was the problem. It was only two steps, but two steps where I would be visible to whoever was in the study. I bit my lip. Maybe if I was lucky he wouldn't see me. Maybe if I timed it right. I heard a low groan of pleasure from the room. A mans voice was saying something I couldn't make out. I inched towards the doorway, pressing myself against the wall. If I was going to time this right then I needed to see what was going on inside. The gasps and heavy breathing was much clearer now. I gripped the door frame gingerly, easing one eye to the edge to peek inside. I wasn't surprised to see them at it. Excited, but not surprised. Victoria was on her knees again slurping and licking Denis cock. She was quite vigorous, sucking eagerly and then catching him between her tits for a while before going down on him again. He was videoing her performance and she worked the camera just as much as she worked his tool. I kind of forgot why I was peeking as I admired her skills. Glancing at my clothes only ten feet away I judged my chances. He was facing the door and she was side-on so I couldn't step out right now. I rationalised that I needed to keep watching to spot my moment. Nothing to do with feeling all tingly and woozy again. He really did have nice muscles and that cock looked even bigger second time round. She had got it all shiny with saliva. I realised I was rubbing my nipples against their velvety wallpaper now. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I put my fingers between my legs. They saw me of course. Holding onto the door frame with one hand, masturbating with the other. Victoria was smiling from her knees, crooking a finger at me to "come here." I sighed and looked wistfully at my clothes. Ten feet away, it might as well have been ten miles. There was no way I could deny my nature. He filmed me as I walked towards them. He gestured to an "empty" spot beside Victoria where I could go. I knelt beside her, shoulder to shoulder, glancing up at the camera. She took his cock out of her mouth and offered it to me to share. When I sucked it she pushed the back of my head gently, making sure I would go deep. I couldn't get it all into my mouth. The three of us were breathing raggedly now. We took turns and we worked together. I could feel Victorias breath panting on my face when we licked the sides of his cock. I got the impression that I was as much part of her thrill as he was. When we both went for the cock-head at the same time our tongues accidently touched. I pulled away but I heard her gasp with excitement. Denis broke off, struggling to control himself, we had nearly made him come. After a minute he courteously offered a hand so we could rise. Handing the camera to his wife he took my upper arm and gave me a bump with his hip to get me moving towards the big leather couch. I sat down on it and squeaked when he grabbed me suddenly, moving like a snake striking, flipping me back and spreading my legs over his arms. He was so fast, so powerful. He savoured the sight of my exposed pussy as I panted and wriggled. Then his head slowly lowered and I groaned loudly when I felt his tongue start to explore me. Victoria moved around us, shooting from different angles, getting close ups, and cooing encouragement to us both. He was an expert. Probing, licking, sucking. Inside and out. I was starting to loose it. I could feel myself flushing, the throbs were starting to come from deep down. My head was spinning. Sensing this, he broke away and turned to his wife, leaving me to deal with the frustration of being ready to come and getting no stimulation. He started kissing her passionately and rubbing her gash until she shivered and moaned. He moved her to the couch and got her to kneel on it, facing over the back. With a hand on my arm he raised me up too. With prods and gentle pushes he guided us both to where he wanted us to be. Kneeling side-by-side, shoulder and hip touching, leaning on the back with our backsides pointing out. Victoria smiled at me and I giggled. She arched the small of her back to get her ass in the air and I did the same. He got behind her and her eyes rolled back when he entered her. I turned to watch as he held her waist and bumped her ass, making her head bob. Victoria moaned lustily with every thrust. He took up a system where he alternated his thrusting with a session crouching down to eat his wife out. Occasionally she wouldn't get head, she'd get a vicious smack on the backside which made her yelp. There wasn't a rhythm to this, sometimes she'd be spanked and sometimes not, so every time he pulled out of her she would quiver in anticipation not knowing whether it would be pleasure or pain. Much as I enjoyed seeing her slapped I preferred when she got head because that left him free to put his ring finger inside my pussy and rub my clit with his thumb. I matched Victoria moan for moan. After a particularly vigorous session with more than the usual number of slaps Victoria started to thrash irregularly. He pulled away leaving her twitching right on the edge of orgasm. I could feel him moving behind me and I shivered in anticipation as I braced myself. I felt the pressure of his cock head at my entrance and then gasped with the pop as he got inside then I groaned as he started to stretch me. Victoria had the camera again. Flush-faced she leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head away. She had to content herself with massaging my shoulders as her hubby built up a decent rhythm. Then he was gone and I bit my lip until his tongue stared caressing my clitoris. This went on for some time. After some head it was back to fucking and, after some fucking, it was back to getting head. He didn't spank me, perhaps he was too much the gentleman to slap the butt of a lady he hardly knew. I was ready to go now, this teasing was getting too much, not enough fucking to get off and not enough licking to make me come either. I was getting angry and let him know about it. Getting the message he crouched behind, not teasing now but lashing my clit hard with his tongue. I held steady, quivering, getting closer, closer....closer! Until I went over the edge. Finally I was coming, moaning louder and louder, building fast towards the crescendo. It was going to be a big one. The tension of this strange day, all of the stress, the humiliations, had me wound so tight. All being released now. Nothing could stop me. Even as I was getting to the climax I noticed something odd. Denis strolled in front of me with the camera. It took a moment to register. If he was there, then who was... "No!" I screamed and jerked away, shooting across the couch. She was behind me, giggling and grabbing at me. I kicked out at her to drive her away but, I wasn't in full control of my body. I was still cumming. I thrashed and jerked on the couch trying to put a lid on my orgasm, only half succeeding, all while she laughed at my pathetic moans and twitches. In a minute I was exhausted, my head was pounding, whirling. I got up and fled the room. The drive home was a nightmare. I'd had five tequilas and a cosmopolitan. I was in no fit state to drive. My blouse was buttoned up wrong, my bra was on the floor of the car and I had no idea where my panties were. It took everything I had to concentrate through the blur. When I saw a police car parked by the side of the road I started crying. They took no notice as I inched past, they were doing something else. By the time I got home I was so stressed I burst into the bathroom and puked. When Jack came home from the gym I was showered and sober. I took him to bed and fucked him like a wild thing. In Camera Ch. 03 The five weeks after our episode in the Krugers garden were very strange. Leanne had changed. She read less and surfed her laptop less and she wanted sex more, wanted it more urgently. Not that I was complaining. Leanne is an attractive woman by any-ones standards, it's wonderful for a mans self-esteem to have a woman like her leap on him like a tiger as soon as she was home from work. When I look back I kick myself for not realising there was something wrong but, it's hard to get your head straight when you're screwing your wife against the kitchen wall and she hasn't even put her car keys down yet. The signs were there but I didn't join the dots. It was always after work, or before work, or both. I'd wake up in the morning with my dick in her mouth and when she came home that same day she would want me to take a bath with her. One time she didn't even close the hall door before she was tearing at my clothes. When I pointed this out to her she just laughed and got back to wrenching at my belt buckle. She wanted me to 'do her' on the hall floor with the front door swinging open. That's not Leanne. It's great. But, it's not Leanne. Work distracted me just as much as anything else. I run the office in Westco Plant Hire and I have to keep a tight ship. It's not the kind of place women want to come to unless they like farts, old playboy issues, and dumper trucks. The men are tough but honest, family men mostly. Discussions of French realist novel writing are not high on the menu. Everybody has a nick name in this business. The wackier it is the more a guy will like it. Some don't answer to anything other than their nickname. There's guys I've worked with for years and I still have no idea what their real name is. My nick-name is "Varsity" since I'm the only one who went to college but they don't tease me, they know I knocked "Cue-ball" Leary out on his ass. He came to work one day, roaring drunk, and when I wouldn't give him the keys to the truck he came swinging for me. Even Cue-ball doesn't hold it against me. I might wear a tie to the office but I'm on the team. I gave him money for his dental even though I'm not a rich man. He drank it. On Tuesday the 21st I was at my desk typing the roster and keeping an eye on the monitor that shows what's happening out in the yard. "Gritty" Jackson flung a package he'd signed for into my in tray. I opened it after he had gone. Inside was another envelope, made from real expensive paper. The sort you see wedding invitations made out of. It was a very tasteful blue colour and held closed with a little blue ribbon. It had only one word on it, printed in flowery writing. "Dare" Curious, I opened the ribbon and looked inside. There was a CD in it, shiny silver, with absolutely no markings to say what it was. I popped open the tray on my PC and put the disk in. It whirred a bit and the video player loaded to my screen. The video faded in to a shot of Leanne standing and staring into the camera. A woman's voice said... "Introduce yourself." At this, music kicked in with a strong techno drum beat and a female voice in counterpoint, sighing with lust. Leanne began to unbutton her blouse. The production was as good as any music video, mixing long shots with split second close-ups. Leanne opening her blouse was cut with a close-up of her opening her mouth. Dropping the blouse off her shoulder flashed with pulling down her panties. The flash cuts were always showing the future, tantalising with what was coming next. I held my breath, my heart hammering, and my erection growing fast. I couldn't believe that she would do something as sexy as this. A nagging fear started to grow when I glanced at the progress bar. She was fully naked on the video now but the blue bar was only one third way across. This wasn't just strip-tease. The next flash gave me a stab of ice. Her kneeling down beside another woman. A close up of her mouth opening for a cock to push right in. The music gained more tempo. The long shots were shorter, more flashes inter-spaced them. Leanne and the blonde staring up at the camera with mouths open. Like two chicks in a nest. Leannes breasts bouncing to a regular rhythm. Leanne taking a cock out of the blondes mouth and putting it into her own. Leannes pussy, spread open. A long pan of Leanne and the blonde on their knees on the couch, watching the camera over their shoulders. A split second showing a cock entering her, close enough to see her labia strain in and then pop open around it. Sound from the actual footage was being added in as the music rose to a crescendo. I recognised the noises Leanne makes when she is starting to come. There was two more minutes of her fucking and sucking, so many shots I can't remember them all. A mans mouth on her pussy. A cock pulling out of her so quick her ass shivered. Her head bouncing crazily with her eyes closed. As the music peaked the last shot was a man holding her waist and banging her like crazy. Then the screen faded to black, the music faded to just the sound of a woman panting. When I though it was over it sprang to life for one more shot. Leanne walking naked towards the camera. Her own voice narrated this scene. "I'm very sorry... But, you got me so wet I couldn't help myself." I was frozen at my desk. My hands were shaking and I could feel a vein start to throb on my forehead. That blonde was Victoria Kruger, no doubt about it, and though the guys face never came into shot I had seen enough of him to know it was her husband Denis. I was going to kill him. I pressed the button to eject the disk, packed it away. I put my jacket on and picked up a dirty truck-tyre wrench on my way out. It didn't take too long to drive over to the Krugers house at that time of the day and the neighborhood looked leafy and peaceful as I pulled up to their driveway. I got out and rang on the doorbell. A lawnmower buzzed in the background. It took a long time for me to hear footsteps clicking towards the door and then the rattle of the latch. A maid in a grey dress answered the door, she was a lovely, dusky-skinned, little thing. She took one look at my scowling face and tried to close the door. I gave it a hard shove with my palm and it bashed open. The maid fell over as she was knocked back. She backed up in fright and screamed. "Where is he." I roared at her. She just shook her head in terror, unable to speak. I started running into the rooms downstairs shouting for him to come out. Each bellow bringing a squeal of fear from the maid as she tried to avoid the crazy man. There was nobody here. I was just coming to my senses when I saw her at the telephone and I grabbed her arm. She dropped it from nerveless fingers. "Maria. Why don't you make our guest some iced tea." Victoria. I slowly swivelled my head to see her standing at the top of the stairs. She was positively lounging against the wall, wearing a white sun dress with little flowers on it. She wasn't looking in the least bit afraid. I didn't let go of the maids arm. "Where's Denis?" I growled up at her. "Where's your husband?" "He's still in work you silly man. There's only us girls here." "Well you tell him I'm looking for him. Tell him I'm going to fucking kill him." "Why would you want to do a thing like that." she was smiling. "I saw that video." "Umm so did I. Got me really hot." she toyed with the hem of her skirt, drawing my attention to her thighs. "Fuck you. Just tell that prick what I said." I turned to go. "Denis didn't send you that video Jack." "I did." "What?" I snarled at her. She spoke languidly and annunciated each word at the end. "I made that video. Got a great producer to edit it too. I've always wanted to make my own porno. All I needed was a girl who would go-for-it like..." "A. Dirty. Little. Slut." I roared as I charged up the stairs at her. She squealed and ran away. The maid followed me, clawing at my back to stop. I burst into the bedroom, wild with anger. There was a four poster bed in the dead centre of the room. Victoria was on the other side panting and laughing at me. When I moved to go to one side she shuffled around, keeping it between us. I darted to the other side and she danced back to where she was. A stand-off was developing, I couldn't lunge for her without giving her a change to dodge out the bedroom door. She started taunting me. "What are you going to do Jack? You going to kill me too?" "Shut your mouth." "Why don't you come over here and shut it for me." she pouted. "You want to cover my mouth up. Stop me talking. Maybe I'd like that. Gets Leanne all wet doesn't it?" "Don't talk about Leanne like that." I was trying to nip around but she was too quick. "Why not? She's a gorgeous piece of ass Jack. Boy can she suck cock. You're a lucky man." I was gasping, fuming at her. "You must really train her hard Jack. She takes cock like a pro. She loves it, she couldn't wait to get it." I saw a movement in the corner of my eye. The maid was inching towards the door. I'd forgotten her. "You stay there." I ordered and she shrank back against the wall "Yes. Stay there Maria. Jack won't hurt me, he wants to fuck me. Watch him deny it." I denied it. Maria's mouth dropped open. She had heard me pause first. "I know you Jack. I know you want to fuck me hard. Teach me a lesson, right?" I gritted my teeth. I knew this was a trap. She looked so fuck-able. "You cunt." I shook my head, it was all I could say. "Ooh dirty talk. You're making me horny now Jack. Do you talk to Leanne like that to get her wet." "I said leave Leanne out of this." "Leanne doesn't want to be left out. Ask Denis about that. No matter how hard he gave it to her she just took it, and took it. She was begging him for more." I made my move, dashing around the left side. She was quick, jumping across the centre of the bed. Maria screamed. She was getting away, I dived... and got an ankle. I pulled her back by the leg and she started kicking like a mule. I fell on the bed, she was an athletic woman, strong for her size. When I pinned her with my body she wriggled like an eel under me, kicking and scratching. Both of us were panting. She kissed me. When I pushed her down, she grabbed my hair and kissed me again, trying to get her tongue into my mouth. I got a wrist and pinned it, her other hand was between my legs rubbing my semi hard cock. I grabbed her other wrist and pinned it too. I was gasping for air and crushing her under me, she was grinding her body against me. "You're going to fuck me now Jack aren't you." Her hair was messed by the struggle, one shoulder-strap of her dress was down on her arm. I didn't know what to do. My erection was getting bigger rubbing against her thigh. Coming to my senses a little I lifted up off her. Let her wrists go. She lashed out like a cat, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. I roared in pain and slammed her down to the bed with one hand on her chest. "You whore." This started another round of frantic struggling. I got one knee on the inside of her right thigh and forced her left leg down with my other hand, spreading her. She was gasping like a sprinter and grabbed my arm with both of her hands. Not pushing it away, pulling harder down onto her chest. Her breasts heaved so much I could feel them rub my arm. I tossed up the hem of her rumpled dress exposing a set of delicate lace panties with a seam that ran right through the centre of the crotch. "I'm a whore Jack. Fuck me like a whore." I only had one hand free so I grabbed those panties and ripped hard. The delicate fabric tore to shreds in seconds. Her two hundred dollar underwear turned to rags and exposing her pink pussy lips, shaved bare. I rattled my belt buckle and opened up my trousers, fishing out my hard-on. Then I stuck it into her in one movement. Right to the balls. Her pussy opened up without any resistance and she moaned loudly. I started to fuck her hard, not caring. She groaned with every thrust I could see the maid. Maria hadn't moved from her spot at the wall. She was mesmerised, staring with her mouth open as I fucked her boss. Slowly she brought a hand up to massage her own breast through the fabric of the uniform. The other one was starting to trace lines on her inner thigh. I removed my hand from Victorias chest to balance better and she took the opportunity to slap me hard across the face with a crack like a gun shot. It hurt like hell and drove me crazy. I grabbed the neck of her dress with both hands and ripped it right down to her belly button. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts bounced free. I got up off her and flipped her over onto her front with a rough shove. I pulled the ruined dress down and back, trapping her arms in it at the elbows. When I twisted the fabric her shoulders came up and her arms were pulled behind her back. I kicked my trousers off and mounted her, this time with her legs closed and mine spread over hers. Her legs and ass were so toned I could see the lips of her pussy even with her legs closed. All I had to do was push her cheeks apart and it opened up for me. I got the tip of my cock down into the slippery channel, back to her hole and pushed into her. Victoria moaned like a harlot. I took my time adjusting myself, there would be no slaps and scratching now. She was tighter with her legs held closed by my thighs and she was feeling it too. The angle caused my cock to grind down the front wall of her vagina, getting her g-spot. Happy now I started to fuck her again, as fast or slow as I wanted, holding her arms trapped by her dress. From under a big mop of messed blonde hair I heard her groans and whimpers of pleasure. Maria was leaning back against the wall now, kneading her left breast and rummaging in the front of her plain white panties. When she saw me watching her she pulled them aside to show me her damp pussy. She bit her lip as she showed me how she rubbed the slit and how she put her fingers inside. I picked up my pace and started nailing Victoria harder. I didn't give a shit if she was ready or not, I wanted to come. Maria started to rub herself more vigorously to keep pace. It was a bit disappointing to hear Victoria start to respond to all that g-spot stimulation. She was getting an orgasm too, starting to scream it out. Maria's knees begin to buckle as she twitched silently against the wall, rubbing furiously. I felt the rush as I started to come so I pulled out of the blonde. I didn't want to come inside her, I wanted to make a mess. She twitched and groaned as she felt me spurt onto her back and ass. For a minute of gasping ecstasy I jerked myself until I could go no more. Coming down I took a moment to admire my artistry. Victoria was streaked with big blobs of cum from neck to backside and little spots on her arms and thighs. I had rubbed the last sensitive throbs into the crack of her ass and her little rosebud and pussy were slathered with cum. A job well done. Her face had broken free from her hair and it was beetroot flushed. A job well done there too. I glanced over at Maria, she still had her eyes closed as she shivered against her motionless hand. Three out of three. The rest of the day was spent in guilt and anger. I knew I hadn't got any kind of revenge. I wasn't in control of this situation and I was making things worse. There was also Leanne to think about. I didn't see any gun to her head in that video. Victoria's words at the house stung me over and over again. When she got home she didn't want to jump on me. She didn't even say hello. That was fine by me, I hated her. Hated myself too. We sat in the kitchen eating our dinner. Two hours in and neither of us had even said one word to the other. I stared daggers at her across the table, daring her to ask me what was wrong. She just glared right back at me, ramrod straight in her immaculate white shirt. I got tunnel vision on her mouth as she ate. Her lips moving, opening, closing, chewing the pasta. All I could see was them moving on Denis Krugers cock. I started to get impatient. She was waiting me out. Winning. I put my hand into my jacket and placed the envelope on the table in front of her. She moved her eyes to look at it and then, uninterested, went back to glaring at me. "Want to tell me what that's all about." I broke the silence. Loser. She just chewed for a minute, staring at me, and then went to her hand-bag. She took out a beautiful envelope. As pink as mine was blue. She put it on the table beside mine. It had one word printed on it. "Dare" I looked down at it. "Is that your video?" I asked. "No" she said and chewed. "It's yours."