Vicky walked out of the airport directly after the company car had dropped him there. He hailed a cab and gave the driver an address.
Mrs. Mason had told him to meet him at the guesthouse of the office where she worked.
“I’ve the permission to use it for a couple of days so I can finish off the work I’ve already finished,” she had whispered over the phone. “June has left and I’m supposed to leave tomorrow. Are you sure your parents won’t suspect you are still in town?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he had replied confidently.
Now, he couldn’t wait.
******
Big Mac knew every thing and every body. There was a faint smile on his lips as he watched the video clippings on the giant screen.
Christ, this was hilarious, he thought. Dan’s wife is fucking his son’s friend and Dan knew! And Dan’s son was fucking that friend’s mom and Dan didn’t know!
He picked up his phone and punched a number.
“Yes?” a female voice took the call.
“That broad’s still in the guesthouse?”
“Yeah. The kid just checked in a few minutes ago.”
“Good, good. Fine. Call off surveillance and unplug the cameras. You know what comes next.”
It was time to move.
******
He had hidden enough. It was now time to seek.
“We have to talk, honey,” Dan said when they were having breakfast.
It was the beginning of the weekend, a bright Saturday morning. He had packed off Vicky to his grandparents and the boy wouldn’t be back till tomorrow night.
Rick was to go off on vacation on Monday and it was Dan who had suggested to him to have breakfast with them this morning.
“It’s sort of a goodbye breakfast, pal,” Dan had told the boy. “Vicky isn’t going to be around and we will miss him. Your presence would therefore be appreciated.”
Dan knew that Eve had made arrangements to meet Rick later in the evening. Rick had arranged for his sis to leave ahead of him. His mom had to complete some work and would be leaving directly from her work place tomorrow.
Sitting on the table in the huge dining room, the three of them nibbled on the breakfast of bacon, bread and jam, orange juice and of course, the inevitable coffee.
All through the course, Dan had noticed his wife giving the boy her special looks: through arched eyebrows. The kid was flushing and Dan had pretended not to notice.
Dan, as usual, had a bathrobe around him, having had just finished his bath. So was Eve. In fact, the two had taken their bath together; having had the house to themselves after Vicky had left.
After the initial shower when they had soaped each other, laughing and giggling, they had filled up the tub and lying in the warm water had started their games.
She had become aware of Dan’s increased libido and he had realized that she seemed to be always horny around the house these days.
Dan had been right. That affair between his wife and the kid had indeed improved their marriage.
She had insisted that he eat her pussy when she sat on the edge of the huge tub, something she hadn’t done for a long time. He wanted her to take a deep breath, go under the water and suck his cock.
They had, later on, sat on the opposite sides of the tub, legs wide apart and masturbated.
“Shove your finger in your cunt, honey.”
“Jerk your rod faster, darling.”
“Oh god, play with those tits of yours with one hand.”
“I will if you play with your balls while you jerk off.”
They had spoken to each other in a way they hadn’t for so many years.
“I want you to come close to me when I shoot. I want to see my cum splatter on your belly,” he had said.
“I’ll do better than that,” she giggled. “What about fucking my tits when you are about to come? Say, reserve a few strokes for my tits? Of lately, you seem to be enjoying fucking them.”
“Your tits are as big as fucking watermelons. And I’ve always liked it. It’s just that I hadn’t thought of it till I saw that Big Tit movie. All those broads were doing in that flick was to take those huge boners between their jugs and allow them to drench them in come.”
She had drained off the water from the tub and had lay down on her back.
“Get on top of me, darling. Fuck my titties, now.”
He had scrambled from his position and knelt atop her. She wanted to suck him for a while and he let her.
“Not that your cock isn’t wet enough. But saliva is a special lubricant and it will make your cock slide all the better between my tits,” she had laughed.
Later, he had placed his cock between her huge tits and she had pressed them together. Gripping the edge of the tub, he had moved back and forth over her, watching his cock slide in and out of her cleavage.
“Oh fuck, this is great,” he gasped.
“The feeling’s mutual. I just love your cock flesh rubbing against my mounds. Fuck them, honey, faster, faster.”
“Could you drag yourself back and rest your head on the edge of the tub? That way your head will be raised and maybe I can fuck your mouth when I fuck your tits,” he suggested.
He had waited while she adjusted and sure enough, when his cock poked out from the top, she could manage to get the head in her mouth and give it a quick suck.
“I’m going to give you a necklace, baby,” he had groaned.
“Yes, yes, I want to wear your spunk necklace.”
He let his cock lie there when his semen shot out. It splashed her chin and she swallowed some, but with great care, he aimed it over her neck till the drops looked like a necklace, albeit temporarily because the juice dribbled down to her tits.
Later, when they were waiting for Rick to arrive, she had leaned over the table, her robe up over her waist, panties around her ankles while he had thrust into her from behind. This way they could watch the driveway to see if Rick would arrive.
Rick did arrive, but not before Dan had emptied into his wife after ensuring that she had reached her orgasm before him.
He had divested her off her undergarments. “You don’t require these,” he had laughed.
Now, she paused and looked up at Dan quizzically. She was buttering a slice of bread and Rick was sipping orange juice.
Dan pushed back his chair and lit a cigarette.
“Like I said, we gotta talk.”
Rick’s heart fluttered, as did Eve’s. The look on Dan’s face was anything but serious. In fact, he seemed to be amused.
“Talk about what?” Eve asked anxiously. He never talked about anything in the presence of any one who wasn’t family and she felt a chill run through her body.
Dan laughed. It was a short laugh and was meant to be reassuring.
“I think it would be a great idea if we talk while we watch some entertainment, right, Rick?”
Dan rose from the chair and gestured to them. “C’mon you guys. I’ve recorded some great stuff and I want your comments on it.”
“You are a photographer, honey. And a damn good one at that. What kind of comments can you expect of us?” Eve let out her breath.
“The best comments come from amateurs,” Dan informed them as they followed him to the TV room.
Eve had picked up a glass of juice and sat on the couch, her knees crossed. Rick took a chair to her left, all signs of nervousness gone, now that he thought that all Dan wanted was an assessment of one of his shoots.
Dan slid a tape in the deck, switched on the TV and carried the remote in his hand as he walked back and flopped down on the couch beside his wife.
“Ready for the show, honey?” he asked.
She laughed throatily. “Sure, darling.”
“And you, boy?”
“Why, I’d be honored, sir,” Rick replied, trying hard not to look sideways at the woman seated on his right.
“Well, here goes.”
Dan clicked the remote and suddenly the TV glowed.
He had edited the cassette himself, making sure to include all the parts that he thought would be extremely clear: both, the sounds and the picture quality.
The first shot was taken from the camera located inside the bathroom of the store.
He is closing the door and she comes in as well.
“Oh, just a minute, Rick. I think I forgot my pen inside. Don’t mind?”
“O-oh, n-no, n-not at all.”
She leans over the sink and he is standing behind her.
The camera zooms in to show her heavy tits exposed through the top of her dress and then to the skirt rising up above her thighs. The camera zooms in closer and shows the red panties.
Cut to the bulge between his pants. The camera pans again.
“Oh god, I don’t seem to find it. Would you look around here, please?”
Dan looked first at his wife. To say that she was shocked would be an understatement. Her mouth was as wide open as her eyes. She gasped and held her breath. He could see the color rising in her cheeks.
Rick was practically in a stage of panic. The look on his face said that he was wishing the ground to open and be swallowed. His fingers dug in the arms of the chair.
“Oh my god!” Eve was the first to react vocally.
Rick was tongue-tied. But Dan noticed that neither of the two could pull their eyes away from the big screen.
“Oh my god, Dan, you didn’t!” she gasped.
“Didn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t. What do you want to ask?”
She flushed, her heart beating against her ribs.
Dan looked back at the screen. He had missed some of the dialogue and the scenes. But it didn’t really matter to him because he knew them by heart.
“I-I am s-sorry, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Don’t be.”
The TV was filled with a picture of her heavy bulging tits from the top of her shirt.
She turns around, her hands behind her, resting on the sink.
“Lock that door, Rick. Hurry.”
“Go on, Rick, lock that door. We don’t have much time, do we?”
Her hand is on the fourth button of her shirt.
“Switch it off,” Eve cried out, her hands gripping the glass till her knuckles were white.
Rick had still not said a word.
“Why?” Dan asked casually. In spite of having fucked her tits hardly an hour ago, the scene unfolding on the TV was making him hard again.
Her eyes probed his. There was a look of sheer guilt mixed with the shock in them. Added to that was a look of pleading.
“Please, Dan, no.”
“Personally, honey, I think I have done a goddamn good job of it. What do you think, boy?”
