Gerald and Karen had exchanged multiple text messages and phone calls over the last few days since their last time together. Both of them recognized the relationship that was growing, and the feelings towards each other, and both welcomed them. For Gerald, it had raced right past puppy love and a crush, and he was falling deeply in love with Karen. For Karen, although it wasn't love yet, it was deeper than a simple infatuation and more complex then only lust.
It hadn't been hard for Karen to come to a decision about what was more important, her own happiness or a loveless marriage, and she gave Gerald her husband's business address when he asked. It was located in an office park in the outskirts of town. It consisted of multiple one story buildings, each one housing multiple suites, scattered in a large complex with small grassy hills and trees interspersed with parking areas. It was fairly simple to find a parking place that was partially hidden from the main office entrance but offered a clear vantage point.
Gerald had done some research on the law, as well as reading multiple blogs on cheating spouses. The laws in his state did not require explicit proof, just proof of a relationship and compromising circumstances. In other words, if both people spent the night at the same motel, that was sufficient proof for a court.
His first idea was that Kyle Owens was having an affair with a co-worker. He watched as the office began to empty around 5PM. While he saw many attractive women walk out, Mr. Owens was not with any of them. It was possible that they were not meeting tonight, but Karen had texted him and said her husband had phoned her with an excuse about another late meeting night. It was possible they were both staying in the office, but soon his was the only car left. It was getting dark when he finally saw Karen's husband walk out and climb into his almost new German sports sedan. Gerald quickly fell in behind him, a few cars back.
It was soon obvious that he wasn't going home. As a matter of fact, he was on the highway that led to Lake Burdette. Lake Burdette was a massive reservoir that had been built back in the late 60's. Over the years it had grown into an over-developed recreation and tourist area. Practically the entire shoreline was packed with houses, ranging from small cabins to massive lakefront mansions, along with marina's and restaurants. He quickly called Karen.
"Hey, sweetheart. I can't talk long, Jennifer's home. I don't want her to catch me talking to you."
"I understand. This won't take but a second. Do you know anybody out at Lake Burdette? Do either of you have any friends there? Do you have any property there?"
"No. In fact I've talked about getting a cabin out there but he's always refused, says it's too expensive."
"Okay. Well, that's where he's heading right now."
"Don't know why, Gerald. Listen, I hear Jennifer coming downstairs. Bye!"
Gerald said Bye but he was already talking to himself. There was little doubt that Kyle Owens was heading to the lake; in fact, he was turning off the highway onto the side roads that led to the various property's scattered along the shoreline. Finally Gerald watched him pull into the parking lot of a very nice set of townhomes, overlooking a marina on the shoreline. He parked in the garage of the one on the end then let himself in, closing the garage door in the process.
Gerald parked unobtrusively in a far space. Lights had come on inside, but it was obvious that Kyle was alone in there. Gerald had been waiting for about fifteen minutes when he saw another car enter the parking lot. It was a bright red sports car, and for some reason it looked familiar. It also pulled into the same driveway. The very attractive blonde girl driving it got out, and Gerald almost fell out of the car as he finally got a good look at her. It was Candice, known as Candy, a senior in his class at high school! She practically danced up to the door and knocked, and Kyle opened the door for her, shaking her hand and leading her inside, closing the door behind them. Gerald had used his phone to take several photos of the entire episode, and he saw no reason to hang around and possibly attract somebody's attention. He pulled out and went to aimlessly driving around for a few minutes thinking hard.
Kyle Owens had been waiting for this moment for a week now, and his mouth was dry as he looked at the beautiful girl standing before him. Jennifer had thought her friend Candice would be interested in his idea, the chatter around school was her father had cut her allowance, since she had a rather active partying lifestyle. Candice was dressed in a short pink skirt, pink heels that showed off her long, slender legs, a simple sleeveless white top which encased a very nice pair of breasts, and her blonde hair was cut in a champagne layered style that cascaded down her back.
"Well, Candice, it's very nice to meet you."
"Thank you, Mr. Owens. It's nice to meet you too. I've been looking forward to this all week."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes." Candice walked over to him and ran one hand, tipped with exquisitely manicured white fingernails, softly up one bare arm. "I've always thought you were a very handsome man, and when Jennifer said that you had a way for me to make some extra money, well..." She leaned up, and kissed his cheek with her sweet, pink lips. "I think it's very sweet."
"Really?" Mr. Owens looked at this teenager who was barely 18, and swallowed hard, his dick raging inside his pants.
"Oh, Yes," she said, while stroking his arm, "I've always liked older men. Boys my age get so excited and it's over so quickly. They really don't know how to please a girl."
Kyle pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her medium size tits crush against his chest, taking one hand and slowly running it down her back, feeling her bra strap and letting it rest on her tight ass. His dick was harder than it had ever been, and Candace quickly felt it, her cute pink mouth opening in a surprised "O."
"Naughty, naughty, Mr. Owens." Candice giggled softly, backing up and breaking the embrace. "You're going to have to pay before we play."
Mr. Owens picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to the girl, who quickly looked inside at the bills stacked neatly. She counted it quickly, then crammed it into her tiny white purse, which she tossed onto the nearby couch.
"What do you say we have some fun!" She giggled again and ran into the bedroom. Kyle quickly followed, closing the door behind him. She stood beside the bed, looking sweet and adorable, her hands clasped in front of her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Take off your clothes." Kyle's voice was thick with lust, and it came out more of a demand then a request.
