Jenna's heart began to pound in her chest as she opened the package before her. Inside were photos of her having sex with a man who was not her husband. Joseph, her husband, was a politician in the local government and has aspirations to go much higher. He worked long hours and was frequently not home. Even when he was home, he was often too tired to satisfy Jenna sexually. Therefore, she occasionally found satisfaction with a handsome stranger. She always thought she was being careful and discrete, but this last time she obviously had not been.
Along with the photos that vividly displayed her indiscretions were a note and some clothing. The note instructed her to be at the address at 6:00 tonight, wearing only the clothing in the package. Jenna examined the clothing. It was all black: a pair of platform boots, a halter top, a mini skirt, and an unusual thong. The crotch of this thong buttoned to the back of the waistband.
When she put on the outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror. The halter top displayed her 38DD breasts well. The mini skirt barley covered her round ass. She hated to think what would happen if she had to bend over for some reason. The platform boots made her at least 5" taller. But, the worst of all was the thong. It would be very easy for someone to come up behind her and unbutton the crotch from the waistband. This, along with the mini skirt, gave her pussy very little cover.
As she examined herself in the mirror, her mind raced. If she went to the address, whoever summoned her would surely humiliate and violate her. But, if she did not go, she had no doubt that she and her husband would be publicly humiliated. Joseph's career would be over and he would certainly divorce her. She could not allow that to happen. She put on a trench coat to cover herself, grabbed her car keys, and went on her way.
When she arrived at the address from the package, she rang the doorbell. A young man answered the door. When he looked at her, a huge smile came over his face. Jenna blushed and lowered her eyes. Did this boy, who could not be more than 18-years-old, know why she was here? Did he know what she wore underneath her trench coat?
The young man escorted her to the living room where a man, who appeared to be his father, sat, reading a newspaper. When the older man heard the two enter the room, he stood and began to walk towards them. As he came closer, Jenna gasped. This was the man from the photos. He was the man with whom she had cheated on Joseph.
"It is wonderful to see you, too, Mrs. Carter," he said, as he extended his hand. Jenna hesitated to extend her own hand. "Surely, you remember me," he asked smugly, "or do you engage in too many 'social activities' to remember everyone you come into 'contact' with?" Jenna blushed. She could not move or speak. All she could do was to stare.
"May I take your coat?" the man asked with a smirk. Jenna was already clutching her trench coat tightly and his suggestion that she should take it off mortified her. She turned to the younger man and kept her firm grip on her trench coat. The man could see her uneasiness, especially with the younger man present, and it seemed to please him.
"Allow me to introduce my son, Rob. You needn't worry about him seeing what you have on underneath your coat; he chose the outfit for you. Besides, we're both going to be seeing more of you than what that outfit reveals."
At that comment, Jenna was starting to become angry. "Who are you and why have you summoned me here?" she demanded.
The man chuckled. "My name is Jimmy and you're here because my son, Rob, is an electronics genius. He fitted my van with cameras, both still and video. When you and I got to "know" each other a couple weeks ago was the first time we used the system. The pictures came out beautifully, don't you think?"
Jenna blushed. "Your son was photographing and video taping me! Why?"
"It's always been a fantasy of mine to watch myself with a beautiful woman. My son made that dream come true. You just happened to be the lucky lady. As I recall, you were a more than willing participant."
Jenna blushed again, as she remembered that night with Jimmy. She had been horny all day long and when Joseph called from the office and told her that he would not be home until after midnight, she went out to a bar a couple towns over. Jimmy had bought her a couple of drinks, but no alcohol was needed for him to get into her panties. The alcohol did, however, help Jimmy get her into his van. Usually, Jenna was very careful to follow her lovers to a nearby hotel, so they could not notice her license plate or follow her home once she left the hotel. But, that night, Jenna was feeling a little tipsy and very horny. Jimmy helped to hold her steady and they walked to his van. When they reached it Jenna tried to say that she would follow him to a hotel, but Jimmy started kissing her all over. Soon her need for cock consumed her mind and when Jimmy opened the back of his van, she jumped in, pulled up her skirt, and spread her legs. Jimmy fucked her in every hole and in every position. His stamina was incredible, probably enhanced knowing that he was being filmed.
Now, here she stood, dressed like a slut, and at the mercy of this man and his son. Rob came up from behind her and firmly released her hands from her trench coat and slit it off her shoulders and down her arms. He hung it on the coat rack by the door and then stood next to his father. Both of them stared at Jenna in her outfit. She could see their rock hard cocks bulging in their pants.
