This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.
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The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a return to normalcy for Gwen. The Friday rides had been postponed twice due to conflicting schedules and the imminent arrival of KD as she made her way back to school. Gwen was somewhat relieved that she didn't have to face her sister-in-law after what had taken place the last time they had ridden together. The family dinner planned for that Sunday was a concern, but she had to admit that she missed the emotional comfort their friendship provided. IT was harder to admit that she missed the perverse thrill as well.
Gwen's anniversary gift to Tim arrived from Memories By McCall early that week. She had fretted over whether she should go and pick it up in person rather than having it shipped; the thought it might get lost or worse yet, misdelivered, gave her a restless night once she knew it was on the way.
Gwen also worried about the timing of the delivery. She knew the package service stopped by around the time the trucks usually departed; what if Tim noticed the box among the others they usually received? How would she explain the delivery to him?
Despite her worries, the van pulled crunched to a stop in front of the shop fifteen minutes after the last truck had pulled out that Tuesday morning, the smiling young driver carrying the day's deliveries to where the nervous woman standing in the doorway. If you only knew what was in this, Gwen thought as she signed for the collection of boxes.
Back upstairs, Gwen carefully inspected the package for any identifying marks as to what was enclosed, or any sign it might have been opened. Satisfied, she grabbed a utility knife and began the process of carefully opening the box, slitting the packing tape to unfold an end. She removed a bound red leather album much like Natalie's, a small manila envelope, and a handwritten note. She started with the small piece of paper.
Gwen,
If I do say so myself, these are beautiful! Your husband is a very lucky man, and I was very fortunate to work with such a natural! I hope you both enjoy these as much as I did taking them. Please give me the first opportunity to create any such future work. Also, please consider my request to have your album posted on the private section of my website. I am very proud of my work on this, and not ashamed to tell you I did very little to make it that way.
Regards
Barry
Gwen smiled to herself. There was no way anyone other than Tim would ever see these! Still, the Slut suggested, wouldn't it be exciting if someone did?
Exciting for all the wrong reasons, the Lady retorted.
Gwen opened the envelope and emptied it on to her desk. A flash drive slipped out, a digital version of the album lying on the table, she assumed. Her first thought was to shred the note and erase the drive, much like a criminal might dispose of evidence of their wrongdoing. Instead, she carefully slipped both back into the envelope. That left the album.
Anxiety washed over her. She had seen the proofs, of course, but this was different. This was real, physical proof she had performed this lewd act. Her initial thought was to leave it closed and wrap it for giving, but the need to see the evidence of her perversion overcame her fear of knowing. With a deep breath, she sat and turned the cover.
The photos were the ones they had selected that day in Barry's office, but even richer in color and more deftly focused than what she had remembered. They progressed in much the same order they had been taken, Gwen blushing self-consciously with each new part of her body exposed for the camera.
Forty-five minutes passed before she looked up with a start and began disposing of the evidence. The album was wrapped and hidden in an unused tack box in the barn, identifying labels removed from the cardboard and shredded, the envelope put in the locked office cabinet.
I've got time, she decided as she locked the drawer. The photos had aroused in her a need for release, a need that her hectic schedule had helped keep in control up to this point. A little relaxation might be allowed, she decided, and made her way back to the house. Gwen caught herself grumbling about how much effort it was to dive into the back of her closet as she retrieved her tools of pleasure .How quickly she had gone from not wanting them in the house to wanting them closer to hand. Perhaps it would be alright if she left them in her nightstand... after KD had l gone back to school, she decided. Her clothing was carefully laid aside where it might quickly be reached in an emergency, and she laid back on the bed, toys by her side.
Gwen gently caressed her skin with light touches while her mind began to build fantasies. A vision of Tim stroking himself while intently studying the pages of his gift was replaced with one of Barry doing the same after she reached for her smaller vibrator and thumbed the switch. The fantasy grew more elaborate and lurid as her excitement grew. The box containing the album had accidentally opened during shipment and her delivery man was using it for his enjoyment. This, in turn, evolved into several of his co-workers standing about it in as semi-circle, each stroking himself as they gazed upon her exposed flesh while the buzzing tip of the rabbit made its way into her. Big cocks and little, fat cocks and skinny, they all stood proudly at attention because of her display. The climb to orgasm was quick.
It was only after she had come back from her trip into a different plane and had made her way back to the office that she realized something was missing.
There was no guilt.
The feeling of dread and loathing she had experienced those few times she had tried to touch herself in an inappropriate manner all these years before was gone, replaced by a physical and mental feeling of acceptance, if not content. Probably because by comparison, touching yourself is positively healthy after some of the other perverted things you've been doing, the Lady grumbled. Even this reminder could not dampen her feelings of well-being, however.
The next two days were a blur, Gwen feeling as though there were still a million things to do even as KD pulled into the yard Friday morning. All that was temporarily forgotten as mother and daughter hugged and began to catch up on the summer's happenings. The pair talked for quite some time until Alison joined them and they rode together up the ridge and back. Tim made a point to be home early, and the entire family enjoyed dinner together before KD excused herself and headed into town to see her friends and classmates who happened to be home as well. Alison excused herself shortly afterwards to go meet her husband.
Two large duffle bags, visible through her daughter's partially open doorway, caught Gwen's eye as she walked down the hall. Laundry, she thought, and from the look of it, a lot of it. Opening one of the bags quickly confirmed her belief as the smell of kitchen grease, sweat, and suntan lotion wafted out, and soon it was dragged to the laundry room, followed shortly by the other.
I'm surprised she has anything left to wear, Gwen mused as she began to sort the seemingly random collection of shorts, shirts and underwear. The panties were of particular interest to her, the same styles that had made her worry about her daughter's descent into sluttiness last fall she now imagined on herself. A quick examination of the assorted bras left her wondering how so little fabric could support so much flesh.
Gwen reached for at-shirt lying at the bottom of the bag and felt something solid beneath. Clutching both, she removed garment and object, carefully reaching under the shirt to separate them. Her hand helped to form a perverted guess as to what it was even before the fabric was moved. A rubbery pink penis with an absurd red bow tied about the shaft revealed itself. It was not nearly as long or thick as the one that resided in her closet, and apparently not as well made either, the shaft curving up and to the right while a ragged curtain of plastic fringed the base. Still, the mushroom head and testicles were every bit as lifelike, right down to the slit at the tip. Another look into the bag revealed a pack of condoms, a plastic cylinder she knew to be a vibrator, and a small green bullet-shaped item. Gwen stood there, unsure what to do next. Confront her daughter with her find? Repack the bag and put it back in her room as though nothing had happened? The first choice would be most unfair, she decided, and the second would be counterproductive. Gwen unpacked the second bag while she decided, fearful of what she might find there. She was somewhat relieved to find nothing worse than several pieces of lingerie that were obviously more for show than utility, and apparently had been worn. Gwen gently laid the rubber phallus back in the bag along with the other items and carried it back to her daughter's room, then hand washed the lingerie and hung it to dry in a spot where KD's father was not likely to find it.
