Becca watched her friend closely, something was up with Kate, but she couldn't work it out. The first sign had been the new yoga outfit, gone was the baggy t-shirt replaced with a tight fitting lycra top that exposed her belly and kept those big, juicy tits high and firm.
The yoga instructor's eyes had almost popped out of his head when she'd walked in and even Becca had been distracted. Their instructor, Mitch, was a tall, athletic man with short black hair and a toned body which both women would spend most of the lesson checking out. Mitch was quite hands on and would place hands on them to guide them to correct positions, and Becca was sure that once or twice he'd deliberately groped her large, full arse cheeks.
Kate was the boobs, but Becca had the better arse, big, juicy and wide it stuck out behind her and despite being on the larger side her curves were obvious and appealing. A couple of times a month someone would check her out, even Kate's husband and son had stolen looks. Steve held no interest, as her friend had confessed his many short comings to her, but Ben was another story, and she felt a dull ache of desire whenever she caught him looking.
Normally Kate would be reveling in Mitch's attentions and discussing whether or not the bulge in his shorts had swelled (it most certainly had). But she was silent and distracted by every man who walked in, an odd mix of jumpiness and clear, obvious desire.
"What's with you today?" Becca asked after watching her friend stare at two big muscular men and then appear disappointed when one turned. Maybe she didn't like beards? Becca thought.
"Nothing, just, have you ever had a really twisted fantasy?"
"Sounds juicy, go on."
"Like two guys break in, catch you masturbating and film it, then make you fuck them both or else they'll show the tape?" Kate asked, her cheeks flushing.
"That is so kinky!" Becca giggled. "Have you found a new porn site, because that sounds hot as hell."
"It does, doesn't it?" Kate asked, a glazed look in her eyes. She seemed to shake herself awake and then asked her friend what was new with her family.
"Same old, same old." Becca sighed. "I found more porn in Lee's room, he's definitely got a thing for older women."
"Probably just a phase." Kate shrugged.
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Becca didn't think about their conversation until the next day. Lee was off out with Ben, and Morgan wasn't due back from work until late in the evening. Her housework complete she was slightly sticky with sweat and so climbed the stairs up to the bathroom, disrobing as she went.
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Lee grinned. "She's going upstairs."
"Let's go. Maybe we can catch her fingering herself too." Ben smiled as they crept out from the bushes and crossed the lawn, retrieving their balaclavas.
"If she's half as much a slut as your mum we're in for a treat."
Laughing they moved to the side door, which was unlocked as they expected.
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Becca let the hot water cascade over her body and soaped herself up. She had piled on the pounds in recent years but she was quite proud of her curves, she was chunkier than Kate, despite the housework and gym visits. It was probably the nights spent on the sofa snacking and the fact she'd given up trying to impress her lazy, limp dicked husband. Morgan struggled to get it up, regardless of what she did or wore, or what they watched. In fact watching porn together had been a mistake.
She'd felt nervous and in the end it just made her more wound up and she'd snuck off to the bathroom after Morgan fell asleep and fingered herself like mad. It was the most action she'd had in weeks. The extent of her loss of interest was that she had given up shaving her pussy, and now boasted a mass of tangled, light brown hair. She quite liked it, and enjoyed not having to suffer waxes anymore. She'd only done it for Morgan and if he wasn't going anywhere near it she may as well relax.
With the hot water running down her body she slowly stroked her small furry patch and sought out her throbbing clit. Gently she began teasing it, stroking and rubbing with her finger tips while the other hand cupped a large, heavy tit and tweaked her erect nipple.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she began rubbing faster. After years of practice she knew what she was doing and soon reached orgasm, gripping the shower rail as pleasure pulsed through her body and her knees trembled. She paused to ride out the euphoric tenderness and then returned, bringing herself to orgasm again within a minute. Becca giggled and finished her shower, and hopped out.
Strange, she felt sure she'd brought a towel in with her. She was obviously cracking up, she smiled to herself and walked out, heading for the bedroom.
Her towel was on the bed and she shook her head and reached for it. Then she heard a low moaning sound and turned quickly.
On the screen of the 52 inch flatscreen she saw herself in the shower, utterly naked and playing with herself. She froze and dropped the towel, utterly perplexed and then she saw the wire leading from the TV to a video camera and she stepped towards it, but from behind it, in the wardrobe stepped a large, muscular man in a mask. He said nothing only shook his head.
Fear gripped her and she stepped to the doorway, but another masked man entered. He was shorter but stocky and his muscular bulk filled the exit. She had no hope of getting passed him.
"Please, there's jewelry in that top drawer. Take whatever you want." The words tumbled after each other quickly and she stepped backwards in fear.
The stockier man smiled and raised something to his mouth, when he spoke his voice was terrifyingly distorted.
"Oh, Mrs Gregory, we want more than just some necklaces." The menace was obvious.
"Oh, God..." She sobbed.
The taller disconnected the camera and held it up, pointing it at her. She saw the red light come on and tried to cover herself.
"Nah-uh-uh." Taunted the other. "We've already seen everything so there's no need to be shy. Move your hands."
She hesitated and he barked "NOW!" at her with such ferocity she obeyed.
Both men began unzipping their jeans, pulling out two of the biggest, thickest cocks she had ever seen in real life. They were so much bigger than Morgan or the men she'd had before him and she was even more surprised as they began slowly stroking them, causing them to grow even more. She stood frozen, her eyes darting from one cock to the other.
The taller man's was longer and a decent girth, but the other's was impressively, even intimidatingly thick. Both glistened with precum as they advanced.
"On your knees, Mrs Gregory."
