I was back from my lunch break and an hour later I was nearly done with much of the work that had piled on my IN-tray since the previous week. It felt so good when I had much time to myself in my office. It was a good time to be really naughty.
My door was locked and my secretary knew not to bother me during such hour unless it was absolutely necessary or important. I couldn't do anything clandestine on my desktop computer, as it was rigged with Spyware programs. A good thing I always brought along my Notebook in my knapsack bag. I connected the cable before turning it on. From within the knapsack I took out one of several DVD recordings of my wife's sex-capades with Tibbs. I had taken of one them with me when I went out earlier to have lunch with Fred and gave it to him. I figured he needed some more convincing. Besides, he knew he would get a kick out of watching it with Misty too. Boy, will they really be surprised seeing my Hailey in it.
The one I took out was that which I'd recorded weeks ago, one time that the three of us had gone on a picnic at a beach not far from here. I slotted it into the disc player and the screen came up and the video began playing; I had the volume wound down.
We had gone to a semi-secluded area of the beach where there were less families and wandering kids. It was a place known rather infamously as a coupling spot and while we'd spread our blanket and ate lunch and took in the site, one or two couples had gingerly strolled by, all of them venturing further into the woods were they knew prying eyes would never see what naughtiness they were up to. Hailey too had caught the bug and as I had the camcorder running much of the time. As the video played, it showed my wife snuggling against Tibbs' shoulder, her hand fondling the apparent bulge in his shorts. After some kisses, Tibbs and her got up and walked towards the cluster of bushy undergrowth while I trailed behind.
As I watched the video, the memory of that day flashed before my eyes as I unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. Between relieving the memory and watching what I'd recorded on the DVD play before me, I couldn't decide which felt more real to me than the other. Probably both.
We made our way into the bush with Tibbs and Hailey holding hands while he led her on. I looked every which way with the camcorder at other couples there who were busy catching their own fun. Tibbs stooped beside an elm tree and had Hailey face it. She pushed down her shorts and he too did the same and I came to the side and filmed him sticking that black cock of his into where it belonged.
Hailey hugged the tree and I walked back and forth and around them with the camcorder never leaving my eye. I remember I had my cock in my hand as always in such occasions, and I was stroking like mad while I watched, just as I'm doing right now. I was getting closer to my lift-off point when the intercom switch on my desk began to blink. I groaned inside myself with anger at being disturbed and pressed it.
"Yes, Mary?" it was my secretary.
"Sir, the chief wants you to meet him at his office," her voice floated out of the intercom.
"All right, tell him I'll be there in a few."
I tucked my cock back in its hiding place and zipped up my fly as I stood up from my chair. Wonder what the big man upstairs wants, I thought as I wore back my jacket and went for the door.
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An hour later, Cleo Dreshner entered his street, feeling cool and satisfied, and was about pulling into his driveway when he saw a man with a hat step out of his house.
Thaddeus stood in front of the Dreshner's front door and cupped his hands from the blowing wind as he lit a cigarette. He blew off the match while he noticed from the corner of his eye Fran's husband's car cruise into the driveway of his home and stop ten feet from him. If Thaddeus was worried about her husband showing up just when he'd finished screwing her, he didn't show it. A look of insolence instead came to his face as her man slammed his car door and approached him, looking like he had the urge to start a fight. Thaddeus blew a ring of smoke and made to walk past him. Cleo stopped in his tracks, looked at Thaddeus presumptively, then stopped him.
"Hold on there, excuse me. Have we met before?"
Thad shook his head. "I doubt it," he said.
"Then do you mind telling me who you are and what you're doing here at my home?"
At that moment the front door came open and there stood Fran bearing down at her husband with a cold expression in her eyes. Thaddeus then cracked a smile at Cleo.
"I think you're about to find out." he tipped his hat at him then continued on his way.
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Agatha returned from work later in the evening. Ray was waiting for her in the den the minute she let herself into the house. He had an ugly look on his face and right away Aggie knew it was something she had done. He had a folded belt in his hand and usually this terrified her whenever she did him anything wrong. But on this day, everything regarding their marriage was about to change. She saw the belt in his hand but unlike previous times didn't acknowledge its presence.
"Where were you last night?" he growled the question at her.
"The hell do you mean where was I?" she stopped to take her handbag off her shoulder and drop it on a rocking chair beside the wall. "I was in bed lying beside you, just like I've always done since we got married. Or did you fall on your head while I was away?"
"That's not the question I asked."
