Pierced Guy Ch 03

About two years ago, a life-long friend of mine, Dirk, called to let me know that he had accepted a promotion to a national vice presidency from his company and would soon be moving permanently to Dallas, Texas - about 1300 miles away. At the age of 41, Dirk finally received the professional opportunity of a lifetime. After nearly 15 years as a commercial real estate attorney, his hard work had paid off. His compensation package would more than quadruple his current salary, plus provide an incredible number of perks. I knew Dirk had always wanted, and relentlessly pursued, such a position, so I wasn’t surprised he finally achieved it. What did surprise me, however, is that he had called me to ask if he and his wife, Darcey, could stay at my place for about three months while they made their final move preparations. What struck me as odd about this request is that Dirk and I, despite having known each other since grade school, had grown apart since graduating from college. We were simply in different social classes now. Dirk and Darcey had slowly moved up to become a local “power couple” and lived a much different life than I could afford on my mid-level manager’s salary for a local printing firm. Another odd aspect of the request was that Dirk’s firm was willing to pay any relocation costs, so they could have stayed at the nicest hotel in the city and charged it to the company. When I finally asked why he wanted to stay with me he said he knew he would have to spend a great deal of time in Dallas almost immediately and he didn’t like the idea of Darcey being alone in a hotel room for weeks at a time, plus he said he wanted to renew our friendship. When I asked him why they just didn’t leave for Dallas now, he said Darcey was very loyal to the company she worked for and didn’t want to leave it until a new IT installation project she had worked on for nearly a year was successfully “rolled-out.“

The final odd aspect of his request is that I didn’t know Darcey very well and had no reason to believe she‘d be comfortable living in my house if Dirk wasn't there. Throughout high school and college, Dirk seemed to be dating the same woman over and over. No matter what her name was, she was always blond, blue-eyed, slender, well-endowed, sexually compliant, IQ-challenged and spectacularly good-looking. Dirk had been the captain of our high school football team. He was a 6’3” 225 lb. linebacker and seemed to have a new girlfriend every month. I spent much of my high school and college years “getting lucky” just because I was a friend of Dirk’s. Darcey, on the other hand, was a brown-eyed brunette who, while as slender as many of his previous girlfriends, appeared to be average in the chest department and who also never wore clothes or make-up in a way the emphasized her femininity. She was also extremely smart - much smarter than anyone he had ever dated before. About ten or eleven years ago, he shocked me when he said they were getting married. Despite not knowing Darcey well, I had still concluded she wasn’t Dirk’s type and couldn‘t figure out what had attracted him to her.

I attended the wedding and then we started going our separate ways. I didn’t hear from them often, so when they sold their house and moved in with me, I anticipated getting along with them would be a challenge. I needn’t have worried. As he expected, Dirk was immediately called to Dallas and would ultimately end up spending almost no time living at my house. Darcey worked long hours - frequently leaving the house before five in the morning and returning after seven in the evening. I, on the other hand, worked a noon to eight o’clock shift and rarely came home before 9:30. Darcey was almost always asleep before I got home and gone before I awoke, so I rarely talked to or even saw her.

I had set up a small home office mostly to check e-mails and various production schedules before going to work. It usually only took me about fifteen minutes and I found it a big help to know what was going on before I got to work. I thought it was always good to know what kind of shitstorm you were heading into before it hit you in the face. About a week after Darcey moved in, the computer I used to connect to the office died, so I had to send it out to be serviced. I noticed that Darcey had moved a computer into her bedroom, so I left her a note asking her if I could use hers while mine was being repaired. She said “fine” and left me the log-on instructions. The next morning, I logged on and quickly checked the e-mail before leaving for work. As I glanced around Darcey’s room, I noticed that there wasn’t a thing out of place. I guess Darcey was a “neat freak” - the bed was made and everything was picked up. The room looked far better with her living in it than it did before she moved in.

About 3:00 the next morning, I could hear the phone ring in her room, then I heard the shower come on followed by a gentle knocking on my door. Darcey told me there was an emergency at work and she was leaving right away. She also said she might be home late that night and was letting me know all this so I wouldn‘t be concerned if she was still gone when I returned from work. I thanked her and immediately went back to bed. 3:00 a.m. was just a little too early for anything else but sleeping.

As I had done the day before, I went into Darcey’s room to log-on and check my e-mails and production schedules. Unlike the previous day, Darcey’s room was a bit of a disaster. The emergency nature of the call meant that she didn’t have time to “tidy-up,” so things were strewn everywhere. Right in the middle of the floor - and blocking my path to the computer - was Darcey’s nightshirt and panties. While I love to eat pussy, I don’t have a panty fetish. I also had never thought of Darcey in a sexual way - for a variety of reasons, she didn’t really turn me on that much. Nevertheless, when you see a pair of freshly worn panties, you can’t help but start thinking what was just in them. Another thing that caught my interest is that the panties didn’t look like anything Darcey would wear. Her ultra-conservative business suits made me assume that she wore ultra-conservative underwear - white cotton bras and panties, for example. But these panties were light purple and looked more like lingerie. Very sexy. As my dick started to stir, a whole lot of sexual thoughts started jumping into my head. The thought that won out was “I wonder what else there is in this room that might interest me?” Since the panties are what got me started, I decided to check out her panty drawer first. Imagine my surprise when I opened the drawer and found that Darcey didn’t have even one pair of “white cotton” - all her panties were colorful and sexy. The drawer she kept her bras in revealed the same color scheme - Darcey had damn near every color bra but a white one. Wow. This was very strange. She was clearly living a secret - and colorful - life under her clothes. Now I was really intrigued.

The next stop was he nightstand near her bed. As I opened the top drawer, I found most of the usual things - tissues and some of the soft core romance novels women seem to love. In the back of the bottom drawer, however, I struck paydirt. Darcey had a variety of toys in a make-up case. Among them were a small egg-shaped vibrator, a thick, black 7” rubber cock and a medium-sized anal vibrator. I also found what looked like small battery store in a brown bag. Looked like she didn’t want any unexpected power outages.

I couldn’t believe what I had just found. I suppose I should have been a bit upset with myself for snooping, but I couldn’t get over the fact she seemed to be living a bit of a secret life. I was having a difficult time reconciling the toys, bras and underwear with the non-sexual vibes she had always given off. To meet her, you’d swear she wasn’t interested in sex.

I put the vibrators back in the drawer and continued my voyeuristic snooping. This was getting to be fun. In the back of the closet, I found a black overnight case and searched the contents. It was definitely a camera bag. When I finally pulled it out into the light, I saw about a half dozen digital cameras. I could think of no reason why anyone had that may digital cameras unless they were constantly trying to upgrade to the newest technology. I also couldn’t imagine why anyone would put so much money into cameras if they weren’t going to use them, so I thought there must be some pictures somewhere in the room. After a fairly thorough search of the room, I didn’t find anything else of interest nor did I find any pictures.

Once I logged on to the computer, I decided to look through some of Darcey’s files to see if she had uploaded any of the digital camera photos to her computer. I knew the Dirk and Darcey took frequent trips to the Caribbean and Bahamas - sometimes as often as twice a year (nothing like being rich and childless). I thought I might catch a photo of Darcey in some sexy bathing suit. If the suit was half as sexy as her underwear, this could be fun. It didn’t take long to find and open the photo files. They all appeared to be named for the places they had been and the year they had been there - Jamaica 2000, St. Lucia 1999, St. John 1998, Cancun 1998, etc. Knowing that Jamaica could be a wild place, I opened that file first. As the thumbnails popped up, I started clicking on them to enlarge the view.

The first few pictures were of Darcey laying face down in a bikini on a lounge chair. She had on a bright yellow bottom that didn’t quite qualify as a thong, but was very close. For a 38 year old woman, she had a very firm butt - and it appeared to be well tanned. The top of the suit was missing and her back was also very tanned - with no visible tan lines. I clicked through a number of pictures hoping to find something more interesting, but didn’t find anything more revealing than the first. In some of the pictures, the sides of her breasts were showing and appeared to be tanned as well. I was certain she had sunbathed topless, but there were no pictures to prove it.

As I was preparing to close the folder, a last picture caught my attention. As I opened it, it appeared to be a photo of Dirk and Darcey at a very dressy dinner party on the beach of the resort. I was stunned to see Darcey dressed to kill and looking like a Hollywood actress on Oscar Night. Her hair, bright nails and make-up were perfect and she had an incredibly beautiful smile. Not only had I never seen her look that good, I wouldn’t have even guessed she could. A final shock is that the top of the dress appeared to be see-through and she was not wearing a bra. The lighting in the picture made it hard to see her nipples, but it was obvious the guests at the party would have had an unobstructed view.

I really couldn’t believe what I had just seen. My good friend and his wife definitely had a bit of a wild side. I wouldn’t have thought she’d wear a see-through dress in public (even in Jamaica). I looked through a few of the other vacation files, but didn’t find anything more risque than what I found in the Jamaica files. Many of the shots showed her in skimpy suits and revealing dresses, but none showed her topless or nude.

Thinking that I had seen all there was to see, I began to close out the files. As I did so, I came across a folder entitled “N Folder.” On a whim, I clicked it open and saw a sub-folder named “NJamaica 2000.” I found it odd they would have two separate Jamiaca 2000 folders, so I clicked on it.

Bingo! There were all kinds of photos of Darcey nude and topless. All I could think of was that the “N” in the folder title stood for “nude.” These were definitely not the types of photos you wanted people to accidentally find.

The first photograph seemed to be a follow-on shot to the one of Darcy in the yellow bikini bottom laying face down on the lounge chair. In this one, however, her bottoms were pushed down below her butt and her well-tanned and firm ass was on display. The next few pictures saw the bottoms come off completely (while she was still face down on the chair) and she was gradually opening her legs to expose her asshole and pussy (almost all the pictures were taken from the bottom of the lounge chair, so the view was perfect). The last few shots showed her gradually inserting the middle finger of her right hand into her asshole while some of the fingers with the bright red nails of her left hand were busy jerking her clit. In some of the pictures she turned her head to face the camera. The look of lust on her face, particularly in the shots where she had a finger in her ass, was overwhelming. There are probably millions of pictures on the Internet showing women masturbating just like Darcey was, but to be a voyeuristic trespasser seeing photos of a woman I know wantonly frigging herself on a Jamaican beach was a bit more than I could stand. It’s a whole new level of excitement when you know the person you’re looking at (and she has no idea you‘re doing it). My dick was so hard I could barely get it out of my pants. When I did, I immediately squirted all over the place. Damn, what a mess. I haven’t come that fast since I was about eighteen.

After I calmed down a bit, I decided to look through some of the other folders. The more I looked through them, the more surprised I became. The pictures contained a common theme - the majority of them showed Darcey masturbating on various beaches. She was absolutely wanton.

A few of the photos were of extreme close-ups of Darcey’s pussy. She seemed more than happy to spread her pussy wide open for the camera. In almost every picture her enlarged clit was peeking way out. In some of the pictures, She held her rather large inner lips open with her fingers in a way that made it look like a large pink butterfly had landed on her slit. She was definitely not shy.

To wear the type of bathing suits she was wearing, Darcey had to keep her pussy will trimmed, so I enjoyed the close-cropped look around her pussy lips and the “mohawk” above her clit. She was definitely a woman who enjoyed the thrill of having her picture while playing with herself. In none of the pictures did she seem the least bit hesitant or embarrassed. She undoubtedly felt safe that no one would ever see these pictures.

As I continued to look through some additional files, I got lucky again. As I opened one folder, a thumbnail popped up that looked like Darcey having intercourse (or so I thought). This was the first “fuck pic” I had seen - all the others were just nudes on the beach. As I enlarged the pic to get a closer look, I could tell the cock that was in Darcey was firmly planted in her ass, not her pussy. I immediately knew it didn’t belong to Dirk. The cock in the picture belonged to a black guy. Darcey’s face was visible in the picture and her mouth was open in a big “O..“ She was loving the ass-fucking.

A few of the pictures showed her licking and sucking a cock. She was very talented and was able to “deep throat” without any trouble. The final few pictures showed cum spurting out of a black cock and hitting her face. She was eagerly licking it off with her tongue. She looked beautiful with a huge smile on her face and cum streaked all the way from her forehead to her chin. She looked like she was in heaven. None of the pictures showed the guys' faces. I had no idea who they were.

It was getting late and I knew I was going to have to leave for work soon, but this was way too much fun, so I decided to see if there were any more files. I quickly located and opened one entitled “NMove 2001.” This one contained various photos of Darcey nude in the house they had just sold. I guess they took those just for “old times” sake. But as I looked through the remainder of the photos, I started laughing - Darcey was spread out nude on my bed with the black dildo I found in her nightstand firmly planted in her pussy. As always, she had a huge smile on her face. I was beginning to think the only time she smiled is when she had her legs open and something buried in her pussy. I couldn’t believe she had done that on my bed (I have no idea why I couldn’t believe it, I just couldn’t). I actually started to get upset until I realized that masturbating on someone’s bed is, most people would undoubtedly agree, a less serious offense than surfing uninvited through someone’s private explicit nude photo collection.

Once again, though, I was in for a shock. Some of the photos contained close-ups of Darcey’s pussy. This time, however, her pussy was shaved clean - not just trimmed as they had been in the beach pictures. But what almost caused me to lose the grip on my cock was that stern, conservative, plain-dressing, quiet Darcey had a “hood ornament.“ Yes, dear readers, my friend’s wife had a clit hood piercing. Then, to top it all off, she had a tattoo slightly above and to the left of her pussy. It was a very brightly colored rose. Frankly, it looked great - artistically, it was very well done.

I was so amazed by all of this, I had stopped stroking my shaft and was just staring in disbelief at the computer screen. Talk about a shock. Darcey was indeed full of surprises.

For the next week or so, I continued to log on to Darcey’s computer and enjoy all she had to offer. I even copied some of the files on a CD for later transfer to my own computer. I didn’t even feel bad about doing so.

The following Thursday morning I was in Darcey’s room butt naked, with my back to the door, stroking my manhood to ecstasy when all of a sudden I heard Darcey’s voice say, “Well, I was right. You have been enjoying yourself..”

Caught in the worst possible position, I could think of nothing to say. I mindlessly swung the chair around to look at Darcey when I suddenly realized I still had my rapidly-shriveling cock in my hand. I tried to cover-up, but I wasn’t very successful. I quickly reached down on the floor to grab whatever I could to cover up when - you’re going to love this - I realized what I had grabbed was one of her pink bras. Putting it over my crotch, I was doing my best to look nonchalant. Ridiculous for sure, but in a dignified and nonchalant way. Darcey had said nothing after her first statement and had a blank look on her face. Then she started to speak

“You had no right to violate my privacy. Why did you do this to me?“

I was stunned and felt awful. I could understand if she started yelling or calling me names. Instead, she just looked terribly hurt - almost emotionally wounded. I had never seen her -even briefly - look emotionally vulnerable. I was mortified.

“Darcy, I’m sorry. It just happened. I...” She cut me off.

“Things like this don’t ‘just happen.’ They happen because you want them to happen. You shouldn‘t have done it. It‘s a terrible thing to do to someone.”

By now, my only vestige of modesty - the pink bra - had slipped off my cock and dropped back to the floor.

Darcey began speaking again while eyeing my crotch. “Dirk and I have worked hard to get where we are in life. You’ve obviously discovered that we have somewhat of a secret sex life. We’ve limited out extra-marital activities to vacations and trips to places far from here to avoid running into anybody we know. We really can’t afford to have this part of our life publicly exposed.” (The way she was going with this, I started feeling like I was in a gangster movie and the bad guy was about to tell me - as much he hated to - that he was going have shoot me in the head and feed me to the fishes to keep me quiet.)

“Darcey, there’s no way I’d ever tell anyone. I have nothing to gain by hurting you or Dirk.”

She asked, “Did you copy any of the pictures?” I lied and said “no.” She said she didn’t believe I hadn’t copied the pics and also didn’t believe me that I’d keep my mouth shut. Therefore, she said she wanted some “insurance.“