Reading "Secret Views Part 1" is highly recommended before reading this story.
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JUST SECONDS BEFORE HE SHOT HIS LOAD IN KATHLEEN'S PANTIES... Brian was completely unaware that Jessica was standing in the doorway shocked at what she was watching! She had felt guilty leaving Brian alone to take care of things, so she decided to come over to help. While wandering around the house trying to find Brian, she instinctively felt something was not right. She remained quiet. A series of stealth steps up the staircase left her standing there silently in the doorway, trying to process the vision of her husband masturbating and cumming in the panties of their neighbor.
Finally, she broke her silence. "Brian!? What are you doing?"
Instantly Brian felt a shock of adrenaline shoot through his body as the startling and unexpected presence of his wife jerked him back to reality leaving his fantasy vision of Kathleen ricocheting in chaos. In that split second when confusion reigned and denial seemed an option, his hands futilely tried to cover his tracks as he jumped off the bed. But there was no way to explain this away. His cum ... Kathleen's panties ... and as the shock-induced haze began to clear, Brian's first logical thought came blurting out of his mouth.
"How long have you been standing there?" His unintended, accusatory tone did him no favors.
"Long enough! Brian, what are you doing?!"
There are moments in life, few and far between, when opportunity can be salvaged from impending disaster. This moment certainly qualified as a disaster in the making. Wife catches husband with the panties of the neighbor's wife wrapped around his cum spurting cock as he masturbates on the neighbor's bed. There were perhaps two, at the most three seconds, for Brian to plot a course which could successfully navigate this crash and burn moment and provide him the opportunity for a safe landing. Little did Brian know that the maneuver he would attempt would perfectly align with the opportunity his neighbor had hoped to inspire.
JUST SECONDS AFTER MIKE WATCHED THE VIDEO OF BRIAN JERKING OFF IN HIS WIFE'S PANTIES... Mike felt the tap of Kathleen's finger on his shoulder as she asked, "What are you doing?!
Mike echoed Kathleen's unexpected question aloud as he tried to gather his wits about him in reckoning with her unannounced presence. "What am I doing?"
Kathleen did not wait for Mike to answer before peppering him with more questions. "Who is that? What is HE doing?"
What Mike had been hoping to discover on that video was a vision of his lust-driven fantasy of Jessica, the hot wife of his neighbor, exposed in the shower. What he did not expect to see was this unfolding visual of his buddy chasing a fantasy of Kathleen and his fascination with those amazing 38DD tits of hers, something a bit more perverted but just as arousing. In an attempt to stop the presses and wriggle free of this sticky moment, Mike fingered the remote control searching to push the STOP button... he hit PAUSE instead.
Kathleen pressed up against Mike, looking over his shoulder, as her eyes studied the frozen frame on the screen. "Is that Brian?" she muttered in disbelief.
The last thing Mike wanted to do was say anything to Kathleen that carried with it the possibility of having to throw Brian under the bus. With his mind still searching for a response that could deliver redemption in this perilous moment, he hedged.
"I ... uh, I don't know. I mean, I think so... but . . . "
Viewing that video up to this point had not only peaked his interest, but it had also managed to get the blood flowing to Mike's cock. Even though he had just fucked Kathleen three days in a row while away on their weekend getaway, this much anticipated viewing had instantly fueled his dick with a hardon. With that image frozen in front of him and Kathleen's tits pushed against him, his arousal was a bit of a dilemma.
Kathleen reached around Mike, running her hand down his arm until her hand arrived at his hand; her fingers then fondled about in an effort to take possession of the remote. Mike resisted. Kathleen forcefully took the remote and hit PLAY.
"Kathleen, I don't know if you should be watching this." Mike was speaking in tones that attempted to convince her that his concern was to protect her. What he really was trying to protect was his buddy, Brian. All this while he was reckoning with the sudden loss of his secret hopes of finding images of Jessica exposed to his eyes.
"Oh, I definitely should be watching this," Kathleen defiantly asserted. "Is this why you said we needed better security? Is this what you suspected?"
Mike sensed a sliver of hope. Perhaps he could find a way to formulate a response that would both cover his own lusty tracks (his utmost priority) and concoct some version of a lie that could explain away Brian's unfolding actions. Maybe it is not what it appears to be. Maybe this is a private issue between Brian & Jessica that we should just stay the hell away from. Mike pondered. There seemed to be the slimmest of chances that in the face of this disaster he could find a possibility, if not an opportunity, that might avert a disaster.
But before he could formulate a strategy in that few seconds, before he could find words to hang that strategy upon, before he could make that next critical move, his eyes saw the same thing as Kathleen's as the video played on. Brian jumped up from the bed. The lighting clearly revealing the shine of wetness glistening near his waist and on the fabric covering his dick. It was abrupt. It was confusing for a moment. That is until another person entered the frame. It was Jessica!
Kathleen muttered, "Oh my god."
Mike was stunned and speechless. The irony was that this was perhaps exactly what he had hoped for; yet in the frenetic moment of trying to devise a response to cover his tracks - to cover both his and Brian's tracks - he did not see it coming.
OPPORTUNITY FROM DISASTER . . .
Brian knew he had one chance to thread the needle with a line that could save the moment from becoming a disaster. His mind whirled faster than his words could cohesively form complete sentences. With his hands still covering his post-cum spurting cock, he looked down at the floor in shame.
