Through the kitchen window Jenny spied the new guy that Ace Landscaping had sent to cut the lawn. Tan, muscular, tall, shirtless, and handsome. He labored with a nearly imperceptible smile on his face, as if the sweltering day and heavy mower were no match for his good mood. Sweat glistened on his body, and Jenny sighed at the sight of him.
He came to the door and knocked. She hurried to open it, mildly flustered that she was not looking her best.
"I'm Fernando," he said. His good looks only got better close up. "Are you Mrs. Duffy?"
"Call me Jenny. "
"OK Jenny, thanks. I'm new on this route. It's a pleasure to meet you." His eyes never left hers. She stood awkwardly for a moment, mesmerized by his gaze. He broke the silence, warmly. "If you would open the garage door, I'd be grateful"
"Sure," said Jenny, smiling. Jenny's heart pounded as she shut the door. After pressing the automatic garage door opener, she considered heading up to the bedroom for a little fantasy and self-gratification, but then had a racier idea. Her husband Stan was gone for an overnight trip. Why not flirt a bit?
She sloshed together a batch of powdered lemonade in a pitcher, then filled it with ice. Then she glanced at her reflection in the hall mirror. "Old crow," she thought. At 48, she was still in pretty good shape. She turned half way around. OK, so her ass sagged a bit. Turning full face to the mirror again, she glanced down at her breasts. Tiny her whole life, they were now well on their way to losing their perennial perkiness, an asset that had compelled her to go braless for many years after it had ceased to be fashionable, and then after it had ceased to be even acceptable in her upper middle-class neighborhood.
She ran upstairs, peeled off her shorts and tee shirt, and slipped a gauzy off-white sleeveless sundress over her head. She loved this dress for its wide cut armholes and low slung neck. As she moved about or leaned over the dress gave fleeting glimpses of her breasts. She sometimes amused herself by wearing it on walks through the neighborhood in the warm summer evenings, drawing the eyes of husbands of other women during casual conversations about schools, lawn care, and soccer practice.
She gave herself the once-over in the full-length mirror. With sunlight steaming into the room from behind, she got exactly the translucence that she was hoping for. She frowned, however, seeing the outline of her conservative white cotton underwear. She rummaged around in her closet to find the black thong that Stan had gotten her for Xmas, still tagged (Fat chance, Stan.) She pulled the dress hem up to her waist and stripped off the grown-up panties, replacing them with the thong she had sworn she would never wear.
She gave one last approving look in the mirror, and scampered back downstairs.
Fernando noticed her coming out on the back deck with the pitcher and a tall glass. He grinned and stopped work, turning off his machine.
"You want some lemonade?" she asked, filling the glass while she spoke.
"Yes, thank you Jenny."
She was careful to stand in the full sunlight, and the dress had its desired effect. Fernando's gaze dropped from her eyes to her chest, and from there to the shadowy triangle of a thong, and then on down to her tan legs and bare feet.
"That, Jenny, is a good-looking dress. I know it's not my place to say this, but you look fine." She took the compliment in stride. Here was a man who appreciated her, who admired her. She was lost in infatuation.
When they had finished their lemonade, Jenny gave Fernando a broad smile. "Do you want to see the inside of the house?"
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By the time he left, it was after two. Fernando packed up his truck then turned and winked at Jenny who was standing at the doorstep with the screen door ajar, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed. He got in the truck, backed out of her driveway, and drove away. Jenny closed her front door and did not see him pull into the driveway of her neighbor Tony, four houses away.
Tony answered the door and gave Fernando a once over.
"And?" he asked.
"She took the bait."
Tony asked, "Did you make the recording? "
"Of course. Piece of cake. Its right here." Fernando handed Tony a USB stick with a built-in camera. Tony handed him a folded check.
"Thanks. You can call me anytime." Fernando said, tucking the check into his shirt pocket.
*******
Tony took the device and inserted the USB connector into his computer. On the drive he found a single movie file, and opened it. The movie began to play on his computer screen. The first images were of Fernando's hand as he pressed the start button on the side of the stick, beginning the 30-minute recording. The image shifted abruptly several times, as Fernando positioned it to have a direct view of Jenny's still unmade bed. As Fernando walked away from the camera and toward the bed, Tony was surprised to see that he was already naked. Fernando sprawled on the bed. Shortly thereafter, Jenny emerged from the bathroom in a lacy negligee. She was clearly surprised to find Fernando naked.
"Oh my, you do work fast," she said, trying without success to maintain eye contact.
Fernando was well built and well endowed.
"Too fast?" He asked. "Perhaps I've misunderstood you?" He stood up from the bed, nervously.
"I think you understood me just fine," Jenny replied, making up the distance between them and putting her arms up to caress his broad shoulders. She pushed him gently backward toward the bed. "Get back on the bed, Fernando."
He slumped backward, landing on the bed with his legs dangling over the end. Instead of joining him, Jenny dropped to her knees between his legs at the foot of the bed and wrapped her arms around his thighs. She leaned her head forward an began caressing his balls and the underside of his dick with her lips and tongue. Fernando propped himself up on his elbows to take in the view, and then looked directly at the camera grinning and nodding his head in assent.
Jenny took him deep in her throat, and pumped away with abandon, moaning and grunting as she worked him. Without letting him go from her enveloping mouth, she stripped off the top of her negligee. After a minute of fierce sucking, she abruptly stopped, standing. She peeled off the skimpy bottoms of the negligee, and jumped into the bed, landing beside him with a bounce.
Then they fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Missionary style, doggy style, her on top riding him, and finally back to missionary style. Tony would never know if that was the end of it -- the USB recording limit was reached before the action ended on the bed.
When the picture went dark, Tony stared at the screen for several minutes, stunned.
This was just what he had hoped for.
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When he saw Jenny jogging up the street the following Thursday, Tony changed into his jogging suit and running shoes and headed out the door. By the time he reached the street, she was already out of sight. But he knew her route.
He intercepted her as she was finishing her run, and waved her to a stop.
"Hi Jenny, how are you doing?" Tony greeted her.
"Good Tony. What's up with you?" Jenny replied, winded.
"Not much really. Same old." Tony said. "Hey, I wanted to talk with you about something. You know that new guy they're using at Ace Landscaping? He came to do my lawn this week. I got to talking with him. Name's Fernando, I think. Anyway, you came up in the conversation, and he... well he said some indiscreet things about you. I got angry, and he said he didn't mean any offense and started to back off."
"I can't believe it!" Jenny replied, her face already red.
"Wait, Jenny let me finish," Tony interrupted. "I told him I was going to call his boss and get him fired. I started dialing my cellphone, and he pleaded with me to wait. Then he ran to his truck and got something from the glove box that I'd like to share with you."
Tony pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Carefully unfolding it, he continued to talk. "It was this picture that he said was from a camera he'd hidden in your room. It shows...well it shows him riding you doggy style, Jenny. Isn't that you?"
Tony handed the 8x10 printout to Jenny. It was incontrovertible.
Jenny was stunned. She looked neither at the paper not at Tony, but to the ground. Her mind raced. How had Fernando taken this? And why? What was Tony going to do? She knew, at that moment, only one sure thing: she did not want Stan to find out. For more than a decade, up to this moment, she had always had the vague notion that she might be better off without him. But now, faced suddenly with the prospect of her marriage unraveling, she was sure she wanted him to stay! But she knew Stan. He would never stay if he found out.
Tony broke the silence. "Listen, Jenny, you don't owe me any explanation. You go ahead and diddle who you want to."
Jenny was relieved. "Tony, you're right, I don't owe you an explanation. But I'll give you one anyway. It was a spontaneous thing. Heat of the moment. And I can't believe the bastard took pictures."
She looked Tony squarely in the eyes. "Just let it go."
"Look Jenny, Stan is my friend," Tony replied. "Friends don't hide this kind of thing from one another. Either you tell him, or I will."
Jenny shook her head. "It meant nothing, Tony. How is telling him going to make things better?"
Tony nodded. "Maybe it won't. But it sure doesn't seem right to just let it go, now that I know."
Jenny softened her appeal. "I love Stan. You know that."
"You've got a funny way of showing it, Jenny," Tony replied with a bit of a sneer. Then he jogged away, leaving Jenny, bereft, holding the folded paper in her hand.
******
Just after Stan left for work on Friday, Jenny answered a knock at the back door. She was still in her robe and slippers. She went to the door and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Tony answered.
Jenny opened the door. "Tony. Hi."
Tony asked, "May I come in?"
"Sure. Come on in." Jenny replied, opening the door.
Tony wasted no time getting to the point. "Look Jenny, this thing's been eating at me. But I don't want to tell Stan. Because I agree that if I tell him, things aren't going to get better before they get way, way worse. And you don't seem to have any intention of confessing your indiscretion to him. So, I came up with a plan for you to make it right."
Jenny eyed Tony suspiciously. "What do you mean, make it right?"
Tony narrowed his eyes. "I mean, Jenny, that even if Stan doesn't find out, you owe him something to make up for your infidelity."
