All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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It was technically nearly spring in Portland in 2000, despite the persistent rain, when I got a strange call from Nancy. Not strange that she called me, but strange that she was so light on the details. Normally when we she asked to get together, she had a fair number of explicit and brilliant requests. This time, however, she simply asked me over to her house to help her out.
Just thinking about that red-headed, hour glass figured dame was more than enough encouragement for me to go over and help her out with... well, with whatever she wanted.
The next dreary Saturday, I drove up the driveway of her mansion (there was no other name for it, the place was huge) and saw a car that I assumed was hers. Last time, we took her husbands car, in which I fingered and fucked Nancy in the drivers seat. She wanted to taunt him with something he'll never have again, and I think a generous amount of cum soaked into his drivers seat did the trick.
Knocking on the door, I was greeted only after a moment by a woman who was in no way being shy about what she wanted.
"Paul," Nancy chimed happily when she opened the door. "Right on time. Please come in."
I woodenly stepped inside, not able to take my eyes off of Nancy and the incredible sight she made. We had been having sex on and off for the last few months, so I was accustomed to what her body looked like. But to see her done up was something else.
Her red hair was curled in tight spirals and went to her jawline from how much body it had. The make up she choose to do was minimal, adding only some blue eye shadow and dark red lipstick to her naturally beautiful round face. I was glad of this as her freckles were prominent, and it would be a shame to cover up such a feature.
The outfit she wore, if it could be called that, first consisted of a dark purple shelf bra that showed not only the tan lines from her one piece swim suite, but also the ghostly pale areola and dark pink nipples of her firm D-cup breasts. Glancing further down, she decided against panties, showing off the small triangle of red hair above her clean and bare vagina. Her legs were clad in dark purple stockings with lace tops, and ended with a differently shaded purple high heel.
The most amazing thing though was that everywhere there wasn't clothing, there was deeply freckled pale skin that only enhanced her hour glass outline. It was hard taking my eyes off of her, and Nancy knew this. So she let me leer at her as long as I needed to... which was a while all things considered.
I eventually met her eyes again, and the smile on her face said that she appreciated my... appreciation.
"I really can't describe how much I like it when you stare at me," she said, approaching me and encircling her arms around my neck.
"When you come into view of a living sculpture, one can't help but be dumbstruck by its majesty," I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and giving her a small kiss on the lips. She giggled a little at my cheesy line.
"OK," she said, breaking our kiss. "That line just bought you a blowjob. But later."
She strolled into the front room and sat on the couch. We'd had our first rendezvous in this very room a few months ago. I could see that mostly everything else was the same, however she'd replaced the throw pillows since she hated the old ones. I knew this because she'd wiped the massive cumshots I'd laid on her face and breasts onto them as a means of contempt.
This time though, it was all I could do to not forget how to walk, as watching her round, bare, tan-line sporting ass saunter away from me was hypnotizing at best; lethal at even more best.
Once seated, we chatted idly for a few minutes before she starting to explain her request of my company.
"So," she began, sitting back a little in her seat, arms spread across the back of the couch. Her breasts were still capturing much of my attention, being just... on display as they were. But I was able to follow along her explanation.
"Shortly after that first lovely day we had, in which you helped me fulfill a fantasy, you also cemented some plans I had for getting rid of Martin.
"Since then, I've filed for divorce, had it granted and finalized a few weeks ago, changed all the locks, and got a restraining order. This was faster and easier than even I thought once I handed over the mountain of evidence I had collected over the years. I petitioned to get the house and everything in it, he got the stocks and cars and summer home in Vale.
"Afterward, he came by a few times, being insistent on getting some of his clothes. I provided some, but he kept saying he needed to just get the rest from the bedroom really quick. I refused every time and he got angry the last few times. That got me thinking: what is he hiding in there.
"Are you following along, Paul," she said politely.
I tore my eyes away from her breasts and crossed legs. I felt my face flush hot and quickly.
"I apologize," I said. "And yes, I'm listening. But, could you perhaps put on a robe? You are distractingly hot and it's been longer than normal since I've had sex."
"Oh," she said mock innocently. She stroked her breasts, flicking her fingers over nipples for emphasis. "You mean this tight, soft body of a... what's the term? MILF? Mother I like fucking? Is that what has gotten you all... distracted?"
"In order," I responded, unabashedly shifting my increasingly erect cock to a more comfortable position, "Yes, yes, and completely."
"In that case," she said, sounding strangely un-offended at my ogling. "I can see how a young, virile man like yourself can be focused on only one thing at a time. Let me cover up."
Nancy languidly got up from the couch, crossed the room to another chair, and needlessly bent over that the hips to pick up a robe thrown over the back. She slowly rose back up, donning the garment before sitting back down just as smoothly and slowly.
The robe was a slightly paler purple, but still mesh, and was transparent enough to still see the freckles on her stomach and tan lines on her tits.
"Better?" she asked, amused and smirking.
"Lots," I said deadpan. "Please, continue."
"So," she continued, "I got to searching around the bedroom, and discovered a few things.
"First, in the back of his top drawer was a panel that hid some condoms, and a few of those MiniDV cassette tapes. Also, there was a remote for some reason."
I looked at the entertainment center and saw the usual array of things under the television; VHS player, a new DVD player, and another item I took for at first for a beta max player, but was actually a MiniDV player.
"So I take it that remote you found does not go to that device," I asked.
"I tried, and no," she confirmed. "That remote is by the TV.
"So I went back to the bedroom and, well, just sort of started clicking the remote. At first there was nothing, but then something else struck me; there are three switches on the wall near the door. The first two control lights, but the third one does nothing, so I never click it on. I flipped the switch a few times and, after a couple times, I heard the faint hum of electronics turning on."
"We, um," I said, a little haltingly. "We've never, well, made it to the bedroom in the times we've gotten together. So I don't really know what it looks like."
Nancy gave it a moments thought. "Oh my god, you're right. For heavens sakes; I turn into a real strumpet when it comes to your... influence."
She rose up and beckoned me to follow. "I'll show you," she said.
Following Nancy up the stairs, again no easy feat when watching that ass, I saw many rich-people things, including quite a few paintings in the stairwell walls, expensive looking floor rugs in mostly empty rooms, and vases standing in corners. She led the way down a long hallway that ended in a double door.
Upon entering, she turned on the first two switches, lighting lamps in the corners and an overhead on the ceiling. They were rather brighter than I would have thought for a bedroom, but it was dark in Portland much of the year.
Her bedroom was larger than mine, which was already the size of some apartments. The bed was a cal king size, with the head tucked into a huge built-in set of shelves, drawer sets, and cabinetry with those annoying push-to-open type of mirrored glass doors. It looked more or less like a large oak mini-library with some of the shelves removed to make way for a bed. The thing rapped around much of the room.
The shelves themselves were fairly empty, except for a few books, small statues and crystal looking things, and some snow globes. Artfully empty was a term that could be applied.
"Go stand on the far end of the room, right near that end cabinet," she instructed. I did as asked.
Flipping the third switch she spoke of, I heard the unmistakable sound of a video camera turning on and spinning up. As I realized this, I pointed towards the sound, and she nodded. She flipped the switch off and the sound cut out.
"Yup, that was it," Nancy stated. It was just about at chest height from the floor, and at the end of the wrap-around built in, on the top of other similar cabinets. Opening it, I discovered that door was actually a two-way mirror, and inside was a MiniDV camera on a small tripod, plugged into an outlet at the back of the cabinet. It needed an outlet as there was no battery attached to the device.
The bright lights made sense now, giving the camera better exposure through the glass. The angle the camera sat at pointed slightly down, giving it a perfect profile view of the bed, and would show all the action.
Turning back to Nancy, I couldn't hide my surprise.
"Who'd have thunk it; your ex was also a voyeur," I said.
"Only for himself it seemed," she replied. "I watched the ones in his drawer, and the one in the recorder."
"Anything good," I asked, with perhaps too much interest.
"Ha!" Nancy barked. "Come back down stairs, I'll show you the last one. The drawer ones were just as pathetic."
