Once again, I had found myself in hot water with Carmen. She had phoned me earlier in the day, demanding I come to her house at once. I had asked her the reason, but she had hung up on me before I'd even finished my sentence.
Carmen was my boss, and we had quite a history together. Although we had not had sex, she was aware of my sexual exploits, and had an affinity for capturing them on camera. A case in point: Carmen's friend Gina's teenage daughter was staying with her for the summer. Her name was Emma, and I had enjoyed a wild orgy with her and three of her female friends the previous weekend while Carmen was away on business. Incidentally, I had also enjoyed a rather interesting threesome with Emma and her mother some weeks prior. During the course of last weekend's events, it was discovered that Carmen had put a hidden camera in the bathroom of her house so she could watch Emma in the shower--alone or otherwise. Me and the girls gave Carmen quite a show.
It occurred to me that this may have been the reason Carmen had summoned me, but it was doubtful, since she was aware of my weekend orgy with Emma and her friends, and I was certain she had watched the video, probably while pleasuring herself with her many sex toys. Regardless of the cause, I was apprehensive about our meeting. Carmen could be quite intimidating, especially when she was angry, and I had no desire to be on the receiving end of her rancour.
I reached her palatial home and rang the doorbell. The tone had barely finished ringing when the door flew open. Carmen's cheeks were red, and her long black hair fell around her face in a slightly disorderly manner. Her brow was knit, and her dark eyes regarded me sternly. Her jaw was set, and her large chest rose and fell rapidly under her snug white t-shirt. She wore short jean shorts, exposing her long, well tanned legs. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
She led me to her kitchen and spun around quickly, her breasts wobbling. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were faintly visible, poking through the fabric of her shirt. I tore my gaze away from her impressive bust to look at her piercing auburn eyes.
"How did you get it?" she asked.
"Get what?" I replied, clueless.
"The video. How did you get it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Carmen,"
"Don't be an idiot. The video from last weekend: how did you get it and who did you give it to?" she spoke insistently.
"The video? I didn't "get it" at all. I presume it's saved somewhere on your computer, which I haven't touched," I said honestly.
Carmen held her glare for a few moments, then brought her hand to her brow.
"... then how could..." she said quietly, almost to herself.
"How could what? What's going on? Why did you call me here?" I asked, exasperated.
The doorbell rang. I looked at Carmen, who seemed lost in thought. I turned and walked to the door. As I opened it, I heard Carmen say, "Wait!"
It was too late. I pulled the door open to reveal a tall, thin, attractive red-haired woman of around 35. She had high, lightly freckled cheekbones and brilliant green eyes. She wore a white summer dress with a floral print, which cut low across her modest but perky breasts. Her lips were pressed together and her fists were balled. Upon seeing me, here eyes widened and her arm mechanically sprung forward to point at me accusingly.
"You!" she shouted, her face nearly matching the colour of her hair. "It's you!"
Suddenly, Carmen appeared beside me, pushing me out of the way and facing the visitor.
"Michelle, please come in. We'll discuss this inside," she said, taking the redheaded woman's wrist and pulling her into the house.
As Carmen pulled her past me, she glared menacingly at me, her jaw clenched. I shut the door and followed the women.
"What is HE doing here?!" the woman demanded, shaking with rage.
"Michelle, please. Sit down, will you? Let me explain," soothed Carmen, leading Michelle to a stool in the kitchen.
"No I will not sit down! Explain to me this instant what this man is doing here!" shouted Michelle, pushing Carmen's hand away and pointing at me again.
"I asked him to come over so we could discuss this like adults."
"What is there to discuss?! This man took my innocent daughter's virginity and made a sex tape of his filthy orgy with her slut friends right here in this house! YOUR house!" cried Michelle, stamping her sandal-clad foot for emphasis.
"Wait... Amy is your daughter?" I said, rather unwisely.
Michelle's head snapped in my direction so quickly that her long red hair flew out around her head. She spun and charged at me screaming, her hands like claws reaching out to tear my eyes from their sockets. Fortunately Carmen acted quickly, swinging her arm around Michelle's waist and arresting her momentum. Michelle continued to swipe the air in front of her.
"You fucking bastard!!! I'll kill you!" she bellowed.
Carmen pulled her into an adjacent hallway as I prudently backed away, not wanting to be torn apart by this fiery woman. I heard a hurried and hushed discussion from another room down the hallway as Carmen attempted to calm Michelle down. I wiped my brow and leaned against the kitchen counter to collect myself.
It was obvious that Amy's mother Michelle had somehow seen our sex tape. I didn't have much time to consider how she had acquired it, however, as the doorbell rang again. I felt it wise to let Carmen answer it, but was also slightly worried that Michelle would take the opportunity to launch another attack at me. I stayed put and listened.
"Hi honey, come in," said Carmen.
"Are the other ladies here yet? I assume they got the same frantic call from Michelle. It's lucky I was in town this weekend."
I recognised the second voice. It was Emma's mother Gina. She was a tall, curvy brunette with curly hair, long eyelashes, and massive natural tits. I had not had sex with her at the mother-daughter threesome, but mostly used Emma to tease her. I had not seen her since our sexual encounter due to the fact that she lived out of town.
"Michelle is here. The others are likely on the way over. Why don't you go to the kitchen for a minute. Michelle is a bit hysterical and I'm trying to calm her down," Carmen said quietly.
"God... she's such a prude, isn't she?" I heard Gina say.
"Shhh! Go to the kitchen," hissed Carmen.
"Is Emma home?"
"No, she's out with the girls. I don't think any of them know about this yet. Now give me a minute and we'll talk."
I heard the clicking of high heels on the tile floor, before Gina appeared in the kitchen doorway. She wore tiny pink shorts, probably too young for her, although she was about the same age as Michelle and Carmen. A tight grey spaghetti strap tank top with an incredibly supportive push-up bra barely contained her enormous bosoms, which bulged over the scoop neck. She stopped when she saw me, then smiled widely, approaching the kitchen counter and putting her handbag on it.
"Well hello there handsome," she said in a sultry voice. "Now I know why Michelle is so worked up," she chuckled.
"I just got here. Look, I uh... I hope you're not upset about--" I started.
"Oh don't be silly. Carmen sent me the video early this week and I've been watching it constantly," Gina said, brushing her long curly hair over her shoulder. "You are quite the stud, aren't you? It's just a shame you didn't film everything."
She apparently had been told that I had put the camera in the bathroom, and not Carmen. I doubted she would have been ok with her friend secretly taping her daughter in the shower.
Gina approached me and pulled me against her, putting her hand on the front of my shorts to squeeze my member.
