A few weeks had passed since our adventure in the booth at the adult bookstore and we were still trying to figure out what it meant for us as a couple and where we would go from there. We kept our ‘play time’ nights at home instead of going out, but they were very hot as we talked and relived the things we had done with the strangers in the booth. Phil replayed watching me suck the cock of the man through the glory hole while the other unknown guy fucked my pussy relentlessly from behind until they both came in me. I couldn’t get over how thrilling it was to see Phil experiment with bisexual activity, and I told him what a turn on it was to see him sucking off another man’s cock and taking his other lover deep up his ass.
The thrill of the anonymous sex and been exhilarating. But, it also scared the hell out of both of us. As a nurse, I was very aware of the real-life dangers in such activity and I scheduled tests at a clinic in a nearby town for both of us. After a couple of stressful days of waiting for results, we were overjoyed that we hadn’t been passed any sexually transmitted diseases. We both made mental notes to ourselves for the future to keep a store of condoms around, just in case.
Life seemed to be returning to ‘normal’ for us. We spent a lot of time with our kids on school and recreation activities. It was also a period of a lot of extended family events, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. As the weeks passed the night in the booth seemed to become more of a fantasy than something we had actually done.
I was in the produce section of the local grocery store checking out a special on corn on the cob when I felt a tap on my arm. I turned and saw a young blonde woman next to me.
“Hi,” she said, “I saw you over here, so I thought I would come over and say hello.”
“Hi, how are you?” This was obviously one of those awkward moments when I ran into someone I should remember that I just couldn’t place. Phil called these moments ‘brain farts.’ As I looked at her face and clothing I became more sure that I really didn’t know her, however. She was probably ten years younger than me, so I likely wouldn’t have run into her at a social function or at school with the kids. She was slim and seemed athletic. “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to place where we’ve met,” I said, apologetically.
“Oh, well, we’ve never actually met. Well, I mean, you were the nurse in the intensive care unit at County General when my dad was there for recovery after his bypass. I guess I just wanted to thank you for everything. ”
“Well, you’re welcome,” I told her. I felt less awkward now, but I was still uncomfortable with the unsolicited praise. “Nursing is a calling for me, I guess. I really enjoy helping people and getting them healthy again. How’s your dad doing?”
“He’s fine. Still taking is easy, of course, but he is doing fine.” She didn’t appear to ready to move on down the aisle yet.
“Ok, well, it was nice to meet you,” I told her. I started to push my cart off.
“There’s one more thing,” she said, moving closer to me and lowering her voice. “I live in an apartment building in the next town. I don’t have laundry facilities in my building, so I have to do my laundry in a Laundromat nearby. I found something interesting there.”
I felt the hairs on my neck start to stand up. It must be the tape. Our tape of Phil and I having sex. The tape we made of me sucking Phil’s cock while sitting on his face. The video of me tipping his legs over so he could come in his own mouth. Me kissing his mouth and swirling his come on our tongues. Us fucking! My legs spread widely so the viewer could see everything. She had the tape and had identified me. We put it out there for someone to find, but I suddenly had a stone in my stomach. My feelings must have translated to my face. “Oh.”
“Yeah. ‘Oh,’” she said quietly. “I found that tape of you and some guy. Your husband, boyfriend, whatever, doing all kinds of stuff. I watched it over and over again. I got pretty hot watching it. I showed it to some other people, too”
“Other people?” I asked, shakily. “So, what’s the deal? Why are you telling me this. We left the tape and you found it. Enjoy it.” My mind was working furiously, trying to figure out where she was taking this.
“Yeah, I showed it to some other people. My boyfriend’s seen it, and a couple of other people as well. They don’t know who you are, though. I think we need to talk about this a little more,” she said. She leaned even closer, “I want you to come over to my place to talk about this. When can you come?”
“I don’t know that I want to come over. What do we have to talk about? It’s just a tape we made for fun.” I didn’t like this at all.
“I think that you do want to come over. Otherwise that tape could be left somewhere else . . . Like the lunchroom at County General . . . “
“NO! You wouldn’t do that! I mean why,” I asked frantically, “why would you do that?”
“Just come over. We’ll talk about it. Look, tomorrow is Sunday. How about 11:00 a.m.? Is that convenient for you?” she asked. I found myself nodding and she handed me a slip of paper with her address on it. “My name is Susan. Your name is . . .?”
“Mary.” I just stood there and when I looked up she was gone. I was reeling with the realization that everything had just changed and I was in a very bad spot. Clearly, she was going to blackmail me into something, into doing something, probably sexual. I just walked off and left my cart of groceries in the aisle as I made my way to my car. As I drove home I was gripping the wheel.
When I got home I found Phil working at his bench in the garage and just exploded on him, babbling out the story of the encounter with the blonde Susan in the store, her implied threat, and how idiotic we had been to make a tape and leave it for someone to fine. Phil put his arms around me as I collapsed into him, sobbing.