INSECURITY
The next morning I wake up and remember the hot time I had with Connie last night. I get the memory card out of my camera from the studio and put it into my laptop at my desk in the bedroom. I watch the whole scene from her standing at first until she cums with the glass dildo.
While watching it, I rub my pussy and clit and cum twice. This will be one of my favourite clips. I copy it onto my laptop and also onto a USB stick so I can share it with Gwen and Cleo.
My phone rings and I notice that it's just after 9:00. I don't recognise the number. "Hello?"
"Hi, is that Mary?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Monica Stevens. I'm a forensic and security consultant to New South Wales Police."
"Oh. Yes?"
"I examined the recorder from the Johnson house." I am puzzled for a moment, then I remember that's the surname of Gwen and Cleo.
"Oh, okay."
"I'd like to return it to them this morning. I understand you are knowledgeable about the hookup, so you can put it back in place."
"Yes, I can do that."
"Great. I also want to discuss some suggestions with all of you over there. Would 10:30 be a good time?"
"Should be good. I'll confirm with them and text you back either way."
"Okay, thanks, Mary."
"No worries, Ms Stevens."
I call Cleo and confirm that they are okay with 10:30, then text Ms Stevens with an okay. I shower and dress in shorts and a thin t-shirt, and go over at 10:15.
When Cleo answers the door, I'm pleased that she's in a t-shirt with no bra as well. I give her a short sensual kiss and feel our boobs pressing. Gwen is also braless, so I have obviously inspired these two to be sexy.
I answer the door when I hear a knock. "Ms Stevens, I presume?"
"Yes, are you Cleo?"
"No, I'm Mary. Do come in." As she enters the lounge room, I point out Gwen and Cleo and she introduces herself. She hands me the recorder, and I set it on the floor in front of the cabinet. I open the cabinet and start hooking it back up.
"Constable Jacobs told me a little about your configuration. I can understand how it helped in this case, but as a security expert I am very concerned."
"Oh, why?" I enquire.
"Your video is exposed to the internet, and is subject to hacking, interception, who knows what? Would you like your, um, activities exposed to the whole world?"
"Oh, I never thought of that."
"Yeah. It's less concerning for the outside cameras, but for the inside cameras, that's a different story. Connie, I mean, Constable Jacobs hinted at what the erased recording could have been. You wouldn't want that public, would you? Or last night's action at your house?"
"You know about that?"
"Connie and I are good friends, well, more than friends. We have benefits. She told me how you, uh, well never mind."
"Oh."
"Don't worry. I'm not judging in the least. What you do in private is your business. I just want to help you protect your privacy. Understand?"
"Yes, yes I do." Gwen and Cleo nod in agreement. I finish hooking up the recorder, and I turn it on and check the setup menu and peruse some of the recorded history. "Looks good now," I say.
I close up the cabinet, turn around and ask her, "So, what do you suggest?"
"Well, Mary, let me just ask you outright. With the previous owners, did you look in on each other's houses whenever you wanted to?"
I gulp and say, "Uh, yes we did, but when we installed the systems we talked about it and agreed that we were happy about that."
"It was two women, a married couple, I understand?"
"That's correct. We were very good friends, also with benefits."
"That's very nice. You must have enjoyed watching each other."
"Yes, very much."
"And you have continued this with Gwen and Cleo?"
"Yes, once or twice."
"So the missing recording was of Gwen and Cleo making love?"
"Yes," I say, as Gwen and Cleo look embarrassed. I say to them, "We need to be honest with her. She's trying to help."
They look at each other and shrug. Gwen says, "Yeah, I guess you're right, Mary."
"And Gwen and Cleo, you watched Connie with Mary?" They nod.
She smiles. "I'm envious, but wow, the danger. Tell me about the configuration."
I tell her about it and the internet connectivity and she shakes her head.
"You're lucky that someone hasn't discovered your video traffic. At the least, your video could be published on the dark web for profit. At worst, you could be blackmailed, with no guarantee that even if you paid, your video would be deleted. Honestly, if you continue doing this, you must invest in a serious security upgrade to your communications."
"Oh? Like what?"
She pulls out a pad and starts writing notes.
"First of all, you need separate networks for inside and outside. We can connect the outside network to the internet so the security company can monitor it, but they should not be able to see inside. You never know if there's going to be a creep working for the company who pervs on you.
"The inside network should not be connected to the internet at all. If you must connect your two houses, I recommend an intranet using an underground fibre between them. That is virtually impossible to hack. Someone would have to dig it up, cut it, and know how to splice into it, and they would be noticed.
"You need wired connections to the recorders, laptops and the TV. If you want phone access, you need a separate WiFi router connected to the fibre, with no connection to the internet. That could potentially be hacked from the street, however, so I'd strongly discourage that.
"I can arrange for a quotation. I know of a few good outfits that can do this."
"Yes, please," I say. "Do you have a rough idea of how much this might cost?"
"I'd say around five thousand, plus project management."
"Oh, that's a bit, but I can afford it."
"What's the cost of having your activities going all over the internet?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Now, because I'm good friends with Connie, and I love what it is you are doing and I want to help you do it safely, I have a proposal."
"Yes?"
"I would normally charge a thousand or so to manage this project from end to end, but I will forgo the fee if you let me into your club."
I ask, "What do you mean?"
"I'd love to see the video of Gwen and Cleo and of you and Connie and maybe future encounters. That would excite me. I understand if you don't want me to, but it's an offer."
"I don't mind," I say. "Gwen? Cleo? What do you think?" They've been just listening, so I imagine they are taken aback.
"I don't mind," says Cleo.
"Oh, well, I don't know," Gwen says.
"Let me call Connie," I say. I ring her.
"Hello, Mary."
"Hi, Connie, do you have a minute?"
"Yes."
"Let me put you on speaker. Hey, Monica Stevens is over here at Gwen's and Cleo's place and has made us an offer. I have a question about her."
"Yeah?"
"Do you trust her?"