"Life takes you to unexpected places and you meet unexpected people."
Peter had a friend, Leo, with whom he had grown up. They shared the same distaste for everything involving fishing. Leo had done better in school and had continued to college.
Leo invited Peter to a college party. It was not the first time, and Peter liked them. Usually, it was free beer and lots of single girls. The place was packed, and music was blaring. Everybody seemed to have a good time. Peter had lost Leo in the throng, but it was no big deal.
"Hey, plumber!" someone called out behind Peter's back. He turned around, and there was a good-looking girl with a nice body and thick, luscious hair. It took a second, but then he recognized her as Sandra, Kiera's daughter.
"Yeah, it is you. I thought so. You were at our house fixing Mom's sink," Sandra slurred. It was clear that she had been drinking. "What are you doing here? Should you not be out fixing pipes?"
"Nah, I am here with a friend," Peter replied. "I don't work all the time." He gave her a once over. She was really good looking, and there was an unmistakable resemblance to Kiera. He remembered that Kiera once told him he should have seen her when she was twenty. He could imagine that she looked as good as her daughter. For a kinky second, he wondered if Sandra was as good in bed as her mother.
A month had passed since Sandra had nearly walked in on him and Kiera. Since then, they had met twice in the porn shop. They had skipped one week when Kiera had her period. They had skipped another week when Wesley had been out of town. He had not given any explanation, and Peter assumed it had been for some shady business.
It had coincided with the week when it was not safe for Kiera to have unprotected sex. Wesley had said it was good timing. They had enough movies of Peter coming on Kiera's body. They needed more creampies, according to Wesley. His comment had triggered Kiera, and they argued again about condoms. Peter had, as usual, been a silent spectator. Kiera had told him about her and Wesley and that they had known each other for a long time. He understood the dynamics better as the two shouted insults at each other.
Peter's attention returned to Sandra, standing in front of him.
"Are you here by yourself or with someone?" Peter asked her. He didn't want her to go away just yet. It was a crazy thing to do, considering what he and her mother were doing. But he wanted to know a little bit more about Sandra.
A big, hulking guy suddenly materialized next to Sandra. He stared at Peter with an angry expression and put an arm around Sandra's back. A massive slab of a hand gripped her shoulder. Sandra was not a small girl, but he dwarfed her. "Why the hell are you talking to her?" he shot at Peter.
Peter threw up his hands defensively. "Sorry, man. I did not know you were together." The guy was hostile, and Peter did not want any trouble.
The guy turned to Sandra. "Do you know this guy?" he demanded.
"He's just a plumber who helped Mom once," Sandra said. She was drunk, but she also tried to calm down the guy.
He seemed a bit mollified and turned back to Peter. "Why don't you get your sorry ass out of here as fast as you can?"
Peter saw no reason to stay and made himself scarce.
A few days later, he was back in the porn shop. He and Kiera were sitting on the filthy bed. They shared a bottle of water. It had become a habit for them after sex. Peter was naked. Kiera wore a sexy bustier that pulled in her already narrow waist and made her large breasts look huge. She wore fishnet stockings attached to straps from the bustier. Wesley was somewhere else in the shop.
"I met Sandra last Saturday at a party," said Peter.
Kiera looked surprised and a bit concerned. "Did you talk?" she asked.
"She recognized me from your house," explained Peter. "We did not have time to talk that much before a Neanderthal guy who thought Sandra was exclusive property appeared."
Kiera looked unhappy. "Yes, I think I know who it was. I don't like that guy." They were quiet for a while. Kiera began undoing the straps to the stockings. "I am worried for Sandra. Had she been drinking?"
Peter hesitated. But then he felt he should be honest with Sandra. "Yes."
Kiera peeled down her stockings. She looked incredibly sexy. Peter felt his cock stir even if he had been coming only minutes ago. It had been rather intense, and Peter guessed Kiera's ass was still red where he had spanked her. They were getting used to having Wesley direct them. He was steadily pushing them to have more and more advanced sex.
"I don't like the crowd she is running with. I am afraid she will get in trouble."
Wesley arrived before Peter could reply. He had a bag with him. "All right," he said, looking smug, "I've prepared the camera. You take it home and make a second home movie next week. I am sure that you two will have a lot of fun."
Kiera called Peter the following week. She said Sandra was spending the night at a friend's house. They agreed that Peter was coming over already in the afternoon. When he prepared, Peter felt more tense than he had in a long time; it felt like he was preparing for a date with Kiera.
Kiera wore her usual tank top and shorts when she let Peter inside her house. She seemed nervous as well. She led him into the living room, where she had already prepared two glasses of wine. They drank wine while sitting on the couch. The conversation was a bit stilted. Peter could not shake the feeling that it was a date, and Kiera seemed to feel the same way. She asked if she should put on more fancy clothes to look better. Peter told her honestly that she looked great.
They went to the bedroom when they had finished their wine. The large bed was unmade, and the camera stood prepared on the windowsill. Kiera pressed record on the camera and turned to Peter. "Well, we might just as well get started," she said, moving into Peter's arms.
She smelled good. They made out. It was tentative at first, but then the heat gradually picked up. Peter stripped her naked. She had a great body. Peter liked it when Wesley made her wear sexy clothes, but he wanted her naked just as much.
Together, they pulled off his clothes to get him naked, as well. Her hands went to his hard cock when he pulled down his boxers. Each time they were together, she was a little bit more attracted to his cock. The first couple of times, she seemed intimidated by the size. Lately, she could not keep her hands away from it.
They moved the camera to the nightstand and got in bed. "Let's make a great show," said Kiera. Her eyes were sparkling. She spread her thighs when he put his hand on her pussy. She was soaking wet.
They started in missionary positions. They held each other and made out. They took their time, but after a while, Kiera groped between them for his cock. She steered Peter to her opening, and he gently worked his cock into her tight pussy.
Kiera broke their deep kiss. Her piercing eyes were sparkling, and Peter could tell she was turned on.
"I like making out when you first push your thick cock into my pussy," she breathed.
Peter did not reply but made sure to push as deep into her as he could go. They resumed making out before Peter got impatient and began moving inside her.
Gradually, she got accustomed to his cock, and they changed position when she could take it without problems. They did make a show. The tension they had felt when he had arrived was gone, and there was a relaxed intimacy between them. They were getting familiar with each other and playfully experimented with weird or unusual positions. They were putting on a great show for the camera. Eventually, it became serious. Peter was on his back, and Kiera rode him hard and fast. Peter was mauling her swaying boobs. He had discovered she liked it rough when she was close.
"Don't make any marks," she moaned. "Bob is coming home tomorrow." She might have been protesting, but she seemed, at the same time, turned on by the idea that she had to hide marks from her husband.
