I slowly eased my still hard cock out of her. I looked down at the naked unconscious figure beneath me. Her perfect little body glistened with sweat, my sweat that is. Her pretty eyes still hidden behind her lids, peaceful, still unaware that her body had been violated, treated no better than any porn store fuck doll. It was getting near morning and Doug would be back soon. I had fucked her missionary style this last time, imagining her moaning and begging me to pump her harder. Having fucked her on and off for hours now it took me awhile along with much sweat to cum in her this third time. I leaned over, kissed each breast and then got out of bed. I switched off the video camera and began to clean her up.
Her name was Deanna. I had met her a year earlier at my younger brother's wedding. She was his best man's girlfriend, and boy was she something. She had on this little black number that didn't even reach her knees, which was good because her legs were awesome, long and lean. I'd have given a years salary to kiss from her knees on up to her inner thigh. Twice I got caught staring by my now ex-wife. Deanna didn't show much cleavage, which was fine, because her dress fit snugly over her small but firm tits. She must have worn a very thin or perhaps no bra as I could definitely make out some perky nipples popping through on occasion. Of course the long blonde hair, dreamy eyes and gorgeous smile left me unsure whether I was falling in love with her or just dying to fuck her. I looked over at my wife Mary...then back at her...definitely both. Later that night I would fuck my wife imagining it was her.
I had known her boyfriend Doug for a few years now since he was my brother's best friend, though I couldn't imagine how this lucky dog landed this sweet thing, and the fact that he gets to bang her was almost too much.
It was now a year later and I was one wife shyer. We had been split for 3 months now and I hadn't been with anyone for awhile now. Needless to say I was quite horney. I'd even go for a 'sleeping Mary' as I'd call it. Mary would often down more than a few sleeping pills to get to sleep. It wasn't long before I found that I could do most anything to her and she wouldn't have the slightest idea I had fucked her. That is if I cleaned her up afterwards.
Out of the blue I get a phone call from Doug. It seems he and Deanna (still together the lucky dog) were tripping out to visit my brother and wife and wondered if they could crash at my place. I just happen to live halfway between their six hour total drive. I told them it would be no problem at all. After the call my mind raced. I needed to get the cam set up so I could some hidden video of her changing. I got a raging hard on just thinking that I might get to see that sleek little body, even a bra and panty shot would be killer. I fought with my self on whether to hide it in the guest room or the bathroom. I opted for the guest room, since they might, just might, have sex. I set to work fitting the cam behind the vent in the room. Little did I know I would never have need for it, at least not there anyway. A lucky break would leave the poor innocent thing alone here with only my lecherous imagination.
Doug and Deanna arrived around six. Even dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt she still radiated an amazingly delicious aura. Perhaps it was the wisp of perfume I caught as she walked smilingly by me into the house. Noticing the Doug was behind the car getting their suitcase out I was unable to prevent myself (oh hell, preventing my ass) from checking her out from the rear. Her ass was perfect, her jeans tightly outlining her wonderful shape. I wondered, and hoped, my camera would catch it in its full nude glory.
When they both were inside, they immediately started to argue (not argue, but disagree). Doug had checked in earlier with work and found serious problems back at the main office. He had just begun his new job and Deanna felt that he had better go back and take care of it. He didn't want to, but finally agreed. They soon decided that she would stay here and he would come back in the morning. I asked why she wouldn't go with (and then immediately kicked myself).
It turns out that it would be another 45 minutes out of the way. He'd just come back in the late morning, pick her up and they'd be on their way. I showed them to the guest room on the other side of the house (it was big since the ex and kids went to live at her mothers). Deanna said she was just going to watch some TV in there for awhile and get to sleep early. I sighed to myself as I looked to where the camera hid. No sex on tape tonite. I left them alone to kiss goodbye and off he went. See ya Doug.
Even as she and I were alone the only evil thoughts I harbored were that of catching her on tape changing. We sat for a bit, gabbed about my brother and new wife and other idle chit chat. Sometimes I hardly heard what she said as I just enjoyed watching her lips move. They were perfect kissing lips. I wondered if she actually let Doug put his cock in her mouth. I instantly imagined what her pouty lips might look like wrapped around a stiff cock. I had to shift positions on the couch as not to show my excitement. At around eight she looked at her watch and said she definitely had to get to bed since she would be driving the rest of the way tomorrow. She crumpled her cute little nose and asked me a question.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything to help me sleep?" My heart stopped, all bets were off now, reverse polarity. My mind reeled with possibilities, thoughts of a drug induced Mary wondered in and out, my cock got rock hard. Could I really be thinking this? Deanna noticed my pause and added, "I understand if you feel funny about it, so it's okay if you don't."
I stammered, "No, No, I was just trying to think of what I might have. I'm sure I have some of what Mary used to take for her sleeplessness."
Deanna smiled. I melted, "Great," she said, "I have such trouble sometimes falling asleep."
I smiled back, "No problem, and I'll even make you some tea to take back to your room with you. A double dose of sleepiness for you." She laughed. "There's a phone in your room. Why don't you call Doug and see how he's doing?"
