I awoke early the next morning to the sound of the surf breaking and the throbs of a raging hard on. The oversized images from the big screen TV of Kelley’s married friend Jolene being seduced and ravished by the two friends whose beach cottage we were staying in were racing through my mind. Other thoughts mingled with those as I turned the coffee pot on and made my way to the roll top desk that housed the VCR tapes found the night before. Kel had coaxed me back to bed before I had had a chance to look through them before going to bed. How many women were on these tapes? How had they videoed them without their knowledge? Did I know these women? I had recognized at least two other of Kel’s friend’s names when first glancing at the tapes and curiosity had me by my hard on.
I felt like a thief as I glanced over to ensure Kelley was still asleep. I pressed her last night to answer a question that had nagged me about comments she had made during the viewing of Jolene’s tryst. Finally, she had admitted, and made me swear silence, that Mary Beth, another friend of Lisa, Jo, and Kel’s, had confided in her about Ray and Lisa. She had revealed to Kelley, during a stay here at the cottage, that she told Lisa she knew her husband was screwing his secretary and she wanted to pay him back. Pay back came in the form of Ray’s cock and Lisa’s pussy. While Jolene is extremely pretty and rich, Mary Beth is a little doll baby that lives a middle income life with her husband. She’s 5’2”, maybe 110 lbs, with long brown hair and big tear drop brown eyes. Her breasts are larger than Jolene’s and she has a tight little ass. She portrays the epitome of innocence and at 32 could easily pass for 22. Kel additionally informed me that little Mary Beth was not as innocent as I believed.
I opened the louvers of the desk and began spying through the tapes. I again saw Sarah and Sally’s names along with a tape named Cheryl, Ann, and Mary. My breath caught as I hoped and prayed that the tape marked Mary was in fact Mary Beth. Other names were on tapes that I didn’t recognize right away. A couple of strange things struck me as my head spun. Jolene had another tape dubbed Jolene III. Where was Jolene II? Mary had two tapes marked I/ II, and III/ IV. The name Cheryl also had three marks. The name Cheryl was also the name of Kelley’s half sister and the only one of the bunch I knew wasn’t married, although she had a long time live in boyfriend. I whistled silently through my teeth. What the fuck and how the fuck did our kinky friends get all these tapes? All the names I recognized were names of Kelley’s friends who played the card game Pokeeno once a month, rotating between houses. How the hell had these two apparently managed to seduce these women, most of which were married, I wondered as relief swept over me not finding a taped named ‘Kelley.’
I quietly placed the dozen or so tapes back into their positions and then poured myself a cup of coffee. I noticed my hands had a slight tremble as a little of the hot liquid spilled onto my wrist causing me to whisper a curse. I opened the cabinet that housed the tape decks and ejected Jolene’s tape we had watched the night before. I read the front of the white label. Jolene I/II, it read. I’ll be a son of a bitch. What the fuck was this? I looked through the cabinet looking for the camera that was used to secretly record them and found nothing. Under the deck that I had ejected the tape from was another VCR deck with dual tape capacities. I made a mental note to buy blank tapes and record the ones I would be watching later. I pulled the bottom deck out a little to see what it was plugged into. I traced the audio/visual cable from the back of the deck. It ran along the wall and to the back of a ceramic looking Siamese cat. I studied the cat and grinned. One of the eyes was a camera lens pointed at an angle towards the bed. The other eye I assumed was the microphone. This answered one major question.
I straightened the deck back up as Kelley began to stir. I turned on the TV to watch the news and weather. My thoughts then keyed on another question. Jolene was adamant about Ray not cumming in her. She and her husband were both blond and blue eyed. Her son she had bore this past March was dark haired and brown eyed as Ray was. I had often kidded her and Gene that the mailman had gotten lucky during his many trips away from home to conferences. Doing the math it surely appeared that it was around nine months after the date on the tape. Son of a bitch I thought. Wow. Just couldn’t be I thought.
We went through our morning routine with only a couple of mentions from me about her friend Jolene. Kelley had already made plans to go shopping at the many beach shops on the board walk and then call me to join her for lunch followed by laying out at the beach. I was doing everything I could to help her get going. I had to see Jo’s other tape(s) and at least find out if the other names belonged to whom I thought they might.
Kelley left the cottage at around 10:30 and I wasted no time plugging Jolene I/II into the VCR. I also put on ‘record’ a blank tape from Ray’s stash to copy for myself. Fuzz filled the screen and I fast forwarded then hit play as the image of Ray and the bed came onto the screen. Ray was playing with the remote as his wife had done, zooming in and out, trying to line up the best view of the bed I assumed. He sat back on the bed and sipped a drink. The date shown on the bottom of the screen was 15 July, 2003, a couple of weeks after Jo’s first visit. A few minutes went by and a knock at the door could be heard. My heart rate jumped.
“Come in,” Ray called.
“This is pure bullshit!” Jolene’s voice said.
She was not in camera view but the venom in her words was deadly.
“This is bullshit Ray! You better hope and pray you don’t have a tape of us! If you do, I want it or I will go, I will go…,” she started but couldn’t finish.
“You will go and do what,” Ray finished for her. “You’re going to tell your cash cow husband?” Ray asked. “I don’t think so.”
“You’d better be lieing Ray. You’re not going to black mail me with this shit,” Lisa said, her voice rising as her backside came into view of the camera. “And you came in me asshole! I’m not on the pill! You came in me and you’d better hope I start soon or you’re going to be in deep shit!” she wailed.
“How’d Gene say I tasted,” Ray laughed.
“That’s sick you fuck. I had to fake my period the whole time he was back asshole. Where’s your wife?” Jolene hissed.
“She’s at her mother’s for the week. Should I call her back for you?” Ray grinned.
“Fuck you asshole,” Jolene hissed.
Her pocket book was on her shoulder and her hands were on her hips as she glared at Ray on the bed. Ray had on what looked to be swim trucks as he half smiled at Jolene with his hands behind his head on the pillows.
“I want proof you son of a bitch,” Lisa shouted at Ray.
“I thought you might so I cued up a little piece on the tape for you,” Ray said, reaching for the remote.
Sounds from the TV could now be heard as Jo turned to watch. What came across was Jolene’s voice saying “YES, YES, YES, Oh God I’m cummmmmmmminnnnggggg!”
Ray clicked the remote off and Jo went out of camera range.
“Don’t worry about getting that tape Jo,” he said. “I’ll give you that one along with the original when our deal is done.”
Jolene came back into the camera view and sat at the end of the bed facing the camera. Her shoulders drooped as reality set in.
“What deal,” she hissed. “Why are you doing this Ray? I thought we were friends.”
“Oh, not too bad a deal for you,” Ray replied. “I figured I’d knock off 5000 dollars for each time we’re together for that 15K can’t miss stock tip your little broker husband gave me last year. Let’s see, I checked it this morning. It’s worth about 1800.00 at the moment.”
“I’ll give you the money Ray if that’s what this is all about,” Lisa whined.
