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.
"Who do you think you are to threaten me?" She said. Aiden's eyes drifted down to her lacy nearly see through bra, a dark smirk on his face.
"I'm the man holding all the cards, well nudes, and I want you to do as I say, or I will tell everyone you sent these to me, I'll put them on reddit, twitter, every forum I can find. I'll also send them to your boss, and your little HOA friends here in the neighborhood, your husband. Unless...." He trailed off. Jennifer was horrified at the callousness at which this boy threatened to ruin her life. She ran through the options in her head. She calculated but couldn't think of an alternative. Meekly she asked:
"What do you want?" Her eyes downcast. Aiden's smile widened. He was handsome, but cruel. I want you to get naked. Then I want you to put on that sleep mask sitting on your bedside table. Then you will lay down and wait. Jennifer swallowed hard and relented. She stood up out of the bed. Unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She dropped her thong to the floor and stood in front of her tormentor in all her glory. The confidence and mischief never left his face as he surveyed her nakedness with lust. She put on her sleep mask and laid down and awaited her fate. She felt restraints tied around her wrists and ankles.
"Hey, hey, hey... What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked incredulously. She felt lips touch her ear.
"Whatever the fuck I want you little slut. I own you now. Your body is mine, and I'm going to enjoy playing with my new toy." Jennifer felt a gush come from her pussy. Why was this boy dominating her making her wet? What was wrong with her. She felt hands all over her body, gripping and grouping, exploring her every curve. He played with her tits, pulling on them and flicking them lightly. She cursed her body for responding in arousal. She felt her nipples get hard. She tried to pull her legs together to hide that her pussy was betraying her, but she found she had very little slack to pull on. She then felt lips and a tongue trace her body. He licked her nipples, ran his tongue up her neck. He bit her jawline. She gasped. The blindfold made every sensation so much more intense. Then she felt fingers trace her wet slit. They caressed her lips and found her clit with precision.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're enjoying this." Aiden whispered in her ear. His tongue probing her ear. "Of course, I'm not surprised. You walked around your house like a little slut with a bunch of teenage boys in the house. I think you wanted something like this to happen." Aiden plunged his fingers inside of her. Jennifer gasped at the sudden intrusion, then she shivered at the tremors of pleasure passing over her. Aiden's hot breath was on her neck as he curved his fingers in and out of her. Jennifer couldn't remember the last time a man had been so infatuated with her body. Her husband almost never participated in foreplay. Despite her situation she was enjoying the change of pace. Wave after wave of pleasure passed over her whole body as Aiden sucked on her neck and curled his fingers inside of her. Then he stopped. Jennifer waited in anticipation for what came next. She could only image that he would soon take her. A thought that terrified and thrilled her, on one hand she had been faithful to her husband all these years, on the other she was going to be dominated by a new man who couldn't seem to get enough of her. She felt dirty, and sexy at the same time. She felt Aiden climb onto the bed. Aiden leaned into her ear and growled:
"Where does a whore like you hide her toys?" Jennifer's breathing hitched.
"Under...under the bed." She said, turning her face toward her captor. Aiden bit her bottom lip gently, then ran his tongue over them. Jennifer could tell he was hungry, hungry for her. She heard her box of toys dropped on the bed. She sensed Aiden was rummaging through them, contemplating which object to torture her with. Guilt and shame washed over her; a strange man was looking though her best kept secrets.
