Jennifer was a stereotypical woman from the suburbs. She had the house with the white picket fence, a hard-working husband and a teenage son who was for the most part a respectable kid. Jennifer had kept herself in shape. She was no gym body, but she liked to remain trim. And while not outwardly sexual, she had a desire deep inside to be a sexual deviant, a fact she would admit to no one, not even herself.
Jennifer's husband, Tom had been away on business for about a week. She always lamented when he was away, but she kept her urges in check with the box of toys hidden under her bed. On the third night Tom was away Jennifer decided to remind her husband what was waiting at home for him. She set her full-length mirror in front of her bed and did her own photoshoot. In her head she was telling a story. She started her collage with a bathrobe somewhat askew, with a look that said she was surprised to see a man enter her bedroom. She took another picture with the robe dropped to the floor, her lingerie and stockings shown confidently, a sign she was now glad the man had entered.
She took a third with the bra in one hand and her other hand covering her nipples, inviting the stranger in for more. It was now that she realized just how hard her nipples were, and just how wet she was. She loved taking sexy photos, it made her feel like a dirty girl, but also thrilled her to know that she could make a cock throb just by the sight of her. She took another photo. In this final photo she was laying on her bed, on her back. She had her stocking clad legs straight up in a v position with a dildo protruding out of her dripping pussy. Jennifer couldn't help but finish herself off. The thought of sending these to Tom made her lustful and desperate to cum. After her little session Jennifer put her lingerie and robe back on. It wasn't very sensible, but the thought of walking around looking like a hot little slut just under her robe tickled her brain.
Jennifer heard the boys yelling downstairs. Her son had invited some friends to stay the night. She wasn't particularly found of his friends, but as long as they didn't make a mess in her house, she was willing to put up with them. Jennifer went to the kitchen to fetch some water. She could see the boy's watching a basketball game. They hardly noticed her, accept one boy, Aiden. He was staring at her intently. He was the oldest of the boys, and the most physically mature. Jennifer pretended not to notice, but kept finding herself looking into his eyes. His eyes that never left her. Jennifer blushed, obviously she knew she was attractive, but if only that boy knew what he was missing under this robe of hers. She led him on a little and leaned over the kitchen counter to read the mail. She allowed her robe to open enough to give the boy a clear look at her cleavage. She expected when she looked up that he would look away and pretend he wasn't being a creep, but when she looked up at him his eyes never left hers. The way he stared at her, hungrily, it unnerved her, but it also made her flush a little. He was bold. She'd give him that.
"Good night boys!" She yelled as she headed to her room. They were too invested in their game to notice. A few hours later, after she supposed the boys had gone to sleep, there was a knock at her bedroom door. She hadn't been sleeping, rather watching trashy TV shows. Jennifer remembered just now that she had never changed, she was still wearing the lingerie and stockings. She nestled herself under the covers and yelled:
"Come in." She had expected to see her son enter the room but to her surprise Aiden was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Mrs. H, I have a question for you." He said.
"Well it's a little late Aiden, can you ask me in the morning?" Jennifer replied.
"No, no I need to ask now." Aiden insisted. "Mrs. H, is this your iPad?" He asked, holding up her pink iPad.
"Yes, why do you have it?" Jennifer asked.
"Mrs. H, are you aware of what icloud is?" A mischievous smile spread across Aiden's handsome face. A glint of malice in his eyes. The blood drained from Jennifer's face as she realized the implication.
"Y...yes.... Aiden may I have my iPad?" She asked hesitantly. Aiden tipped the iPad over and walked it to her bedside, he nonchalantly handed it to her. Jennifer tried to take it, but Aiden didn't let go.
"I already airdropped them to my phone, Jennifer." He said darkly.
"What are you talking about?" Jennifer said, trying to play dumb.
"I've got a copy of your slutty little photoshoot. I also have them ready to be uploaded on a few forums that I'm sure will make you very popular." Aiden said. Panic started to set in. Jennifer sat up in her bed flushed with anger.
