Harry Felton stared in abject horror at the computer screen as it opened up before his eyes. He had just over an hour before his night shift at the factory started and, with his wife at work and the house nice and quiet, he'd thought it a good opportunity to indulge in a little pornography on the Internet. But what he'd thought would be a pleasant hour watching video clips, downloading pictures from his favourite sites and enjoying a nice slow masturbation session had all gone suddenly very sour.
His suspicions had been aroused when he'd realised that his computer was already switched on. He was completely certain that he'd remembered to shut down the last time he'd used it and – as usual, to be on the safe side – deleted all the recent history of sites that he'd visited. It wouldn't do, he had thought, for his young wife, Janet, to discover that his passion was for pornography rather than for her!
But Harry had checked the computers history and it hadn't been deleted; one recently visited site still sat in the list. He had known what it was about even before he clicked on it and the site opened – the words Online Dating Agency were hardly ambiguous – but as the page loaded and the images opened his jaw dropped. How could Janet betray him in such a fashion, he thought? But then the sudden realisation of the situation dawned on him: He had been paying so much attention to his computer and so little to his wife that she had gone looking for satisfaction elsewhere.
But it was all online, wasn't it? Just harmless fun? Well, it was, wasn't it? The thoughts screamed through Harry's mind at lightening speed. The icon for Janet's e-mail stared at him from the screen almost daring him to invade her privacy. His fingers trembled as he rolled the mouse and clicked. The screen opened up quickly and, as he saw the messages, he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He began to read.
As Harry finished the last message he suddenly realised that he had forgotten to breathe. He took a deep, strangled gulp of air through the smoke of his Marlboro and whistled it out through his nose like an incensed dragon. It was true. It was all true. Janet was having an affair.
As he sat in front of the screen not quite knowing what to do, Harry's reverie was suddenly broken by the audio alert of a new e-mail message arriving. He recognised the senders name immediately – he had just read four other e-mails from the same person – and read the new message as soon as it had downloaded.
J. Will see you at 9. So looking forward to seeing you at last. Don't know how I will manage to wait. Hope you feel the same. Love S.
On an impulse, Harry opened up his wife's sent message folder. She had been lax about deleting the recently sent e-mails and Harry saw that the last five were all to the same address. Also, on one of the mails there was an attachment. Harry clicked the mail open and gasped again as he saw the photograph that his wife had sent to her lover. Janet's smiling face beamed back at him, but he guessed that her face wasn't going to be the first thing that the recipient looked at. Her body was clothed – if you could call it that – in a sexy combination of stockings, suspenders and matching bra. She was seated on the sofa in their lounge and had set the digital camera up in front of her. Her legs were spread wide and, having clearly not bothered to wear any panties, the pink meat of her vagina was clearly displayed.
Harry's emotions boiled. But, strangely, it wasn't anger he was feeling. He was just imagining Janet's lover receiving and downloading the photo. Had he drooled over the fine curves of her body when he saw them? Perhaps he had masturbated – as Harry knew he would have done – and shot his thick sperm over her image? Harry's mind was working overtime as he conjured up all sorts of situations as he imagined Janet and her mysterious lover together and, despite himself, he suddenly realised that he had become aroused and had developed a steel-like erection.
But now Harry's mind turned to other matters. The pre-arranged time of the adulterous couples' meeting had been set for 9pm – a time when Harry would be slaving away at work – and he guessed that the encounter would take place here, at Harry and Janet's home.
The decision was made instantly and a quick call to the factory to say that he was sick released Harry for the evening. He was now free to find out what would happen.
Janet Felton looked up at the clock for the fifth time in as many minutes and swallowed a gulp of Gin and Tonic. Harry had left for work at the usual time but there had been something a little strange about his behaviour. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. It was just something. But at least he had gone, she reasoned. God knew how she would have been able to let Steve know if Harry had not gone to work for some reason.
Not that she would have wanted to put Steve off. His impending arrival had her nerves twitching like a teenager on a first date. She had dressed for him too; a pale yellow top cut low in the front accentuated her full breasts and the black lacy stockings matched the thong panties that she had purchased earlier. She was ready. She wanted him. She needed him.
The ring of the front doorbell almost caused Janet to choke on her drink and she immediately felt her nipples harden under the material of her bra. Would Steve be as good-looking as he was in his photograph? Would he be as sexy as she had imagined him on so many occasions? As she slowly stood up and measured her pace towards the front door, she knew she was about to find out.
For a brief moment, Janet and Steve looked at each other as they stood in the hall. Janet was impressed and it was hard not to show it. He was young – probably five or six years younger than her – and looked heavily muscled. His blue shirt was clearly expensive and his hair cut into a fashionable style. Janet moved towards him – almost imperceptibly, but a definite forward movement. Steve's arms encircled her. They embraced urgently and Janet felt the passion and heat of her first adulterous kiss. But Janet wanted more – she needed so much more and, taking her young lover by the hand, wordlessly led him up the stairs towards her bedroom.
Harry had heard the doorbell ring and almost panicked. Janet and the unknown man had hardly said a word to each other and Harry was going insane as he tried to imagine how they were filling the silences.
After supposedly leaving for work, Harry had furtively re-entered the house, silently climbed the stairs and secreted himself in Janet's large walk-in closet. He knew it was a clichéd hiding place but he had to admit it did afford him a good view through the ill-fitting door. And besides, Harry had never been very imaginative; this was the only place her could think to hide!
He listened and held his breath as he heard footsteps on the stairs. They were coming up! His lungs strained. His eyes felt like they were bulging out on stalks.
"What was that?"
Janet was in no mood to be put off now and pulled Steve towards her as they stood in the middle of her bedroom.
"Nothing, honey," she cooed, "just noises that an old house like this makes from time to time.
In fact she had heard something as well, but the heat from between her legs told her not to give it a second thought. She wanted Steve and she wanted him now!
Harry wiped the specks of perspiration from his brow as he realised that his discovery was not imminent. He looked out of the crack in the door. Janet was sitting down at her dressing table and looked as if she were about to brush her hair. But Steve was behind her now. His hands caressed her swan-like neck and down over her shoulders. Harry heard Janet moan as her lovers' fingers traced patterns over her skin and slipped lower into the low-cut top of her blouse, cupping a naked, bra-less breast.
"Take them out." Steve whispered into her ear as his fingers massaged the soft flesh. "I want to kiss them."
Harry looked on as his wife immediately obeyed Steve's command. She pulled the top of the blouse, stretching it downwards and under the swell of her breasts. Harry looked at Janet's breasts as if seeing them for the first time. They looked full and heavy; capped with pink nipples that looked harder than he had ever seen them.
Steve's head dipped and Harry heard a moan escape his wife lips as one of the nipples disappeared between a pair of full lips.
