The package was on Tim's desk on Monday morning the following week waiting for him just like every other mail he was expecting delivered to his office. However, had he been aware of the content of the package, he would have been somewhat frightened and worried about his secretary handling it when she left it along with the other pressing memos on his desk when he arrived.
The package bore his name and office address with a non-familiar return address; the package obviously wasn't official, or anything related to his office. He tore it open and found the DVD pack inside. He opened that one too and found the disc with the words PERSONAL COPY written on it. He contemplated what could be inside—and the best way to know was to play it. It was a good thing he'd brought along his laptop. He cleared a space for it on his desk and booted on the system. He slid the disc into the video portal and waited for the screen to come alive.
The surprise came like a punch to his gut.
Tim's eyes opened with shock when the disc started to play and he saw his wife, his sweet Ellen, naked on a bed, fucking herself shamelessly with a dildo. He paused the movie and went and locked his office door before coming back to his chair. He loosened his tie and resumed watching the movie. Gaddamn! He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Ellen looked in it. He watched as she sucked on a second dildo ... then a black man came into the picture (he was quick to recognise Gerald's face) and offered her his cock to suck on instead. Tim's erection was awake and pressing against the fabric of his inner shorts. He forwarded the movie a bit and stopped at the scene where Ellen turned around, sticking her ass towards the camera and Gerald began fucking her asshole with the butt-plug ...
His desk phone suddenly began to ring. Tim banged his knee against the side of his desk, totally startled by the interruption, and muttered a curse. He paused the movie and picked up the phone's handle.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi there, Tim," a gruff, yet hearty voice spoke into his ear. "It's Montgomery on the line."
Montgomery Fitch, though always preferred being called Monty in reference to that famous WWII British general, worked in the upper executive floors above Tim's. Part of the finance wheel that drove the company forward, and one of the best chums to have on your side when consideration for a promotion came about. It was he Tim was making plans of bringing his raise proposal to.
"Oh, hi there, Monty. What's up?"
"Nothing much going on here on my side of the building. Just want to give you the heads up that myself and the rest of the brass were cool and satisfied with the figures and estimates you made with those pansies over in Denver. It's going to look good in your future here, I can tell you that."
"Thanks ... very much thanks, Monty. Really glad to have helped out when I could."
"That aside, you and your lovely wife going to be free for dinner come weekend? I'm having a little party and figured you'd show."
"I'll be delighted," said Tim. "I'll let you know before the weekday ends."
"No problem. You know my number. Will be talking with you later."
Tim said goodbye to him and then hung up and returned to his movie. The video timer clocked it at forty-something minutes. He didn't have time to spare to view all of it now without someone soon stopping by his office. If not someone, then his secretary. He stopped the movie and shut down his laptop, deciding to wait till lunch before seeing it once more.
He rifled through the rest of his mails, hopping that was the first and last surprise he was going to get for today. Not seeing anything else of much importance, he got back to his job.
* * * *
Ellen was seated behind her desk going through her class curriculum for the remainder of the school week during lunch break when her cell phone started to ring. She saw her husband's number on its screen and said hello into the mouthpiece.
"Hey there, honey," said Tim into her ear. "What're you doing right now?"
"Nothing much, just going through my class schedule between now and when the school term closes; I sure can do with the break when it comes. How about you?"
"It's lunch break, and I'm in my office all alone, eating a sandwich with a Diet-Coke and watching a movie on my laptop. A very strange type of movie. One I think you'd really like to watch."
"Oh really? What's it about?"
"How about you take a wild guess," said her husband.
"I can't start to guess when I don't know what you're watching."
"Okay then I'll give you a hint. The leading character's a lady, very beautiful, in her mid-thirties, naked and wearing a pair of nylon stockings, and right now she's being screwed by a black man, at the same time she's munching on another woman's pussy that's in front of her ... and it' s all home-made, by the way. Does this scene ring a bell with you?"
Ellen didn't say anything for three seconds, her breath caught in her throat as the image of her escapade with Gerald last week played in her mind.
"The woman in the movie," she said almost hesitatingly, "Does she ... look like me?"
Tim laughed in her ear. "Come on, Ellen, you can do more than that. The woman is you, without a doubt."
