Since my little test with Ralph's wife Gwen, I had been trying to find a time to talk to her and get her reaction. I had not been successful in doing so. It seems when I dropped over to say hi to Ralph, she was not around. I had not seen her out on her deck since that day either. She seemed to always be in another part of the house, or in the bathroom or anyplace but where I could see her.
I would casually ask Ralph how she was. "Oh she's fine," he would answer nonchalantly. I would casually ask if she was gone. "No, she is somewhere in the place doing who knows what," he would mumble.
I definitely got the impression she was purposely avoiding me. This made me wonder, could it have been my holding her head while I dumped my load of cum in her mouth, then made her swallow it? I pondered that, then said to myself, "Nah that couldn't be it," as I chuckled to myself.
I did finally learn however that Ralph had another trip to that antique mart planned for when their next shipment was scheduled in that following Thursday. With that being the case, I got a hold of Jason and told him to plan on taking Pamela on another picnic and fuck fest on that particular Thursday. He asked me why, but I told him he did not need to know and he accepted that.
Debbie had been surprised, and then shocked and finally even excited at my pictures of what had gone on with Gwen. She poured over the still shots I had taken that day.
"Wow she is thin," she commented as she gazed at the pictures I had taken after I had ripped the buttons off of Gwen's dress and pulled it open and up from the bottom to see her wet cunt.
"Not even an ounce of body fat for sure," I agreed.
"She needs to come and work out with me," she said. "She could look better with some muscle. Het tits are nice though," she added.
"Ya, next to your nipples, hers are probably the nicest. They stick out more than Sherri's and Pamela's but no one comes close to yours babe," I said as she blushed.
I filled her in on my upcoming plan for when Ralph went to the antique mart on Thursday. "I will expect more pictures and maybe some video," she giggled.
Thursday finally rolled around and I watched as Jason and Pamela left to go into the woods and fuck each other silly, err I mean to go on their picnic. Then Ralph backed out of his garage and drove off.
I slipped into my wide legged shorts, (I had come to regard them as my lucky shorts,) and I slipped my camera and a fist full of pictures I had printed into my pocket and headed next door.
I rang the doorbell and after a long pause I heard Gwen say through the door, "Ralph's not here Gary and I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here when he is not home," she shouted.
"Ok Gwen, I will just give him these pictures when he gets home then," and I turned to walk away.
Before I was ten feet from the door, it flew open. "What pictures?" Gwen yelled.
I turned to see her in the doorway. She had a worried look on her face and was beet red. "Oh just these pictures of you sucking my cock and showing me your tits and stuff," I said as I pulled the bundle of photos out of my pocket and held them up so she could see the one on top of her spread eagled with her dress pulled up.
"You wouldn't..." she paused grasping for words; "You wouldn't give those to Ralph would you?" she practically gasped out.
"Of course not silly, but if you don't want them, then who else could I give them to? I guess your daughter might like to see them," I chuckled.
"COME IN! Come in," she repeated looking frantically from side to side to see if any other neighbors were out.
I stuffed the pictures back in my pocket and casually sauntered toward their doorway. "Does Ralph have any beer? I am thirsty," I laughed as I approached her cowering in the door way peering side to side like a lookout during a burglary.
"Yes, Yes he has beer, just get in here," she barked.
As I walked past her I reached over and clutched her tit closest to me. This caused her to flinch as she closed the door and locked it.
"Your tits are too nice to encase in a bra," I mentioned as I walked past her toward the kitchen and the beer.
"Can I g-g-get those pictures from you then?" she nervously asked in a quivering voice.
"Oh sure, that's why I'm here," I said. "Well that and to have a beer and maybe have you suck on this a bit," I said as I pulled my shorts down which allowed my cock to flop out.
The look on her face was priceless. Her mouth dropped open in shock and her eyes were as big as saucers as she looked at my cock bouncing from side to side growing larger the longer she stared at it.
"Ah look," she stammered nervously as she stared at my growing cock, "I ah... Well I t-t-think what I did was a big ah, well it was a big mistake and ah..." her voice trailed off.
"A big mistake," I interrupted her, "you sucked my cock until I came in your mouth," I laughed.
"Listen," she blurted. "I have NEVER allowed anyone to ejaculate in my mouth, that's disgusting, and if you'll recall I did NOT want to swallow it!" she stated firmly, suddenly standing straighter.
"But you did swallow it and I think you loved it," I chuckled.
"I did NOT love it and if you hadn't held your hand over my mouth, I would have spit it out!" she declared.
"But the whole thing turned you on didn't it? Be honest, you liked the taste didn't you," I smiled at her as she began fidgeting.
She began to stutter and stammer, "I ah well ah I was shocked at what was happening and ah, well I couldn't believe what I was doing, ah and I thought it would taste worse than it did..." her voice trailed off with the last part barely audible.
"Do you want these pictures or not?" I laughed.
"Yes," she quickly replied. "I want them," she added.
Then get me a beer," I chuckled.
Gwen rolled her eyes and walked over to grab a beer from the fridge.
"Come over here and stand here," I pointed to the area in front of me.
