Rick Smith was surprised by the text message he had received earlier in the evening. It had read: "Meet me at the shop tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Lori." The shop she referred to was an outdoor supply store, geared mostly for hunting, and Lori was the owner, along with her husband Chris. They had been running the place since Lori's dad, who had started it, passed away.
Rick was a widower, retiree, and outdoors enthusiast, so he naturally spent a good bit of time hanging out at the shop, even working part-time occasionally. Lori or Chris often called him to alert him of new merchandise, but this text was different. They never opened the shop before ten, and Rick felt a little uneasy meeting Lori alone.
Eight o'clock found Rick pulling into the parking lot behind Lori's sports sedan. She held her hand out the window and motioned him to follow her around to the back. He did so and parked beside her as she got out of her car.
"Thanks for coming, Rick. I didn't mean to sound mysterious, but I need a big favor," she said as she opened the back door. "Let me get the security cameras turned off."
She poked her head back out and motioned him inside. When he got inside, Lori took him by the hand and led him through the dimly lit store. When they got to the offices, she entered the one Chris, her husband used, and turned on the light. Without stopping, she inserted a disc into a DVD player and picked up the remote. Turning around, she told Rick to have a seat and stood beside him as she hit "Play."
The disc started with two very nude people in a bedroom, kissing and fondling each other. As they turned to walk to the bed, Rick saw that the guy was Chris. He didn't recognize the girl, but knew she was young and definitely not Lori. The couple lay on the bed together and quickly began making passionate love. Rick could hear Lori sobbing softly, and when he looked up at her tear-streaked face, he saw the face of a woman whose world is crumbling before her eyes.
He grasped her hand and said, "Lori, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
She pulled him up and curled into his hug, like a child into her father's embrace. He held her until she stopped sobbing, and taking the remote, turned off the DVD. "What now?" he asked.
"Let me start at the beginning," she said. "I met Chris when we were in the military. I was in security and counterintelligence, and Chris worked in the motor pool, changing oil in Generals' cars. We both loved the outdoors and married on a lake near the base. We moved here when our enlistments were up, and went to work for Dad. After he died, we took over and things were OK on the surface, but Chris became distant, having little to do with me away from the store, and in the bedroom. I became suspicious of the baby sitter when she called late one night and wanted Chris to bring her purse or something else she had left at the house. As I said, I learned a few things in the military, and soon installed a camera in the bedroom. Nothing happened there until yesterday. The son-of-a- bitch fucked her in my bed!!!" sobbing hysterically, Lori pounded Rick's chest and collapsed into his welcoming arms once more.
Finally collecting herself, she looked into his wise, yet questioning eyes and said, "That's not all. I recorded them having sex in his car twice. She's a freshman in college, so there's not much I can do on that front. But I can get even."
Still uncomprehending, Rick held her at arm's length and said, "I'm no lawyer, but I would strongly recommend that you give this a lot of thought before you do something rash."
"Oh, I've thought about it. This has been going on for two months. I know exactly what I want to do, and all I need is your help," she said, stepping back and turning Chris' computer on. "I've turned his camera on, and it will record everything that goes on in here for the next hour. When he comes in and turns it on, he'll get a taste of his own medicine."
Fully comprehending Lori's plan, Rick felt like an animal that discovers it is hopelessly trapped. At least a thousand concerns flew through his mind, not the least of which was that Chris would recognize his face. When he voiced this concern first, Lori assured him that she would blur his face and distort his voice. Other concerns were summarily dismissed, and Rick accepted his fate. Secretly, he had always lusted after Lori's tight, petite body, and this would be the perfect opportunity to act on those lecherous desires.
As he was trying to think up a final, winning argument, Lori began slipping out of her pink sweater, allowing Rick to get his first look at just how her C-cup breasts perched proudly on her chest. Any resolve he could muster disappeared when she reached behind and unsnapped the straining bra. Her breasts didn't sag a bit as she pulled the lacy, pink garment off and tossed it onto a chair. Perfectly round and tipped by pink, puffy nipples, Lori's tits stared Rick in the face. His cock began to move in his jeans, and Lori noticed immediately.
"So, I guess you're in this with me then?" she asked, as she knelt in front of him and began massaging his dick through his pants. Realizing how much bigger Rick was than Chris, Lori told him, "I've never had a cock this big, so be gentle, OK? Anyway, it'll show up better on camera!" she giggled.
Looking down at the blonde head very near his manhood and the beautiful breasts brushing his thighs, Rick sighed and caved. "OK," he said, "but you have to set the pace."
Lori began licking and kissing the bulge in Rick's jeans and soon had him completely hard. She pulled his zipper down slowly, and reached into his briefs to get her tiny hand on his eight-inch cock. "That's some dick you've got there. I sure hope you know how to use it," she said as she began stroking it lazily. Standing up, she looked up at him and said, "Let's get these clothes off."
She began unbuckling his belt as he took off his shirt. Opening his jeans and pulling them down put her at eye level with his throbbing manhood again, only this time, its head was flared and engorged with blood, turning it a light purple color.
Lori, pulled his underwear as far as she could and stopped. "I'm afraid I'll hurt it," she giggled, as she tried unsuccessfully to get his briefs off.
"Let me help you," said Rick, as she maneuvered his cock back into his briefs and then slid them down his legs. Stepping out of everything, including his shoes, he took her hand and pulled her upright. Pulling her to him, he bent down and kissed her for the first time. Her arms went around his neck and held his mouth to hers as she inserted her tongue and explored his entire mouth.
Finally breaking the kiss, she said breathlessly, "Damn, you're a good kisser. I think I'll have another."
This time when they embraced, Rick's hands slid down Lori's back to her hips, where he began a slow sensual massage. She pushed her hips into his and kissed even more fervently. Her hand reached between them and she caressed his cock gently.
"Why don't you sit in Chris' chair while I get my jeans off?" she asked as she pulled the chair in line with the camera.
