Housewife is reluctant model for four old men
Claire is 43 years old and would fall into the term "MILF". She looked after herself and had a good figure, not a skinny Minnie but nice curves and ample breasts but not too big that anyone would question if they were real. Along with her long legs and long brown hair she got her fair share of wolf whistles and guys chatting her up when she was out. She has been married Mark who is 2 years her senior for the last 19 years and aside from his working away considered herself to have a strong marriage.
Mark worked on offshore oil platforms as a safety inspector and would see him away from home for up to 8 weeks a time and away for another 3 weeks. The money was good so allowed Clair to just work part time and then busied herself with catch ups and shopping. They lived on a new housing estate and Claire took a lot of pride in her home and apart from the lecherous old man Barry across from them enjoyed being neighbourly.
She had put Barry in his late fifties or early sixties and must be about 15 stone, bald and although she never got too close whenever possible would smell his BO. He always gave her a sick feeling with his "hello love" greeting and knew he was checking her body out, sometimes blatantly staring at her cleavage. She had made a note of the taxi firm he worked for and made sure she never used them, feeling sorry for anyone who did.
Claire woke up on that Sunday morning when her world was about to be turned upside down. She had a bad hangover having been out with her friends the night before, and only sketchy memory of what they had drunk and got up to.
After a cup of tea and slice of toast she could just about face her phone and looked at her pictures from the night before. In general, they were all just her and the girls having fun and taking stupid selfies, although towards the end of the night there seemed to be more with some guys she had never seen before.
She was about call her best friend Connie when the door bell rang. Dressed in grey joggers and a t shirt and quickly checked herself in the mirror before answering the door wishing she hadn't. As she opened the door she felt herself pull back at the sight of Barry from across the street, looking very smug and even more lecherous if that was even possible.
"Hello Love you got a minute?" Barry asked checking out her tits as he did.
"Not really Barry I've got a few jobs to sort," Claire replied folding her arms to cover up anything that he could see.
"Okay Love but thought you might want to check out some pictures I took last night in town, but not to worry I can come back when your Mark gets back and share them then," Barry said with a grin and smarmy look she didn't like one bit.
She felt her stomach churning as she watched Barry walk off whistling to himself. What the fuck was that all about she thought as she closed the door. She had a feeling of dread and anxiety as his words ran around in her head. Pictures he took? Felt like too much of a coincidence she was in town drunk with her friends and then Barry turns up talking about pictures.
She spent the next couple of hours recovering and texting her friends trying to work out what the hell she had got up to. She could recall flirting with a guy and remembered he was very touchy feely with her but she had woken up in her own bed. Her best friend Connie told her she thought she had seen Claire kissing him at one point but was so drunk couldn't be sure which made Claire feel a mixture of guilt and anxiety.
For the rest of the day Claire felt more and more anxious, the hangover had lifted but she still felt sick to her stomach and knew the only way to get over this was to go see Barry and see what he was talking about. It might actually be something benign and not related to her escapades with another guy. Just saying that to herself brough back her guilt trip, She loved Mark dearly and would never want to lose him over something stupid like flirting.
She lasted until 7pm and couldn't bare it any longer and headed across to Barry's. She had made sure she wasn't showing any leg or cleavage picking out simple jeans and a loose jumper. She was grateful it was dark, as didn't fancy answering questions as to why she was knocking on Barry's door. Feeling sick inside she gently knocked on his door and was surprised how quickly he answered.
"Hello Love, changed your mind have you?" he said standing back for her to come inside.
"Yes Barry all sounds very cryptic," She replied stepping inside and trying to keep her cool.
There was a faint smell of BO but not as bad as she had imagined it would be. Barry told her to come through to the lounge and told her to sit down make herself comfortable while he got his camera. Just the mention of a camera filled her with dread, as she chose a chair to sit in to avoid having to sit next to him.
Barry was a couple of minutes and when he returned Claire was surprised to see the camera being quite large and looked expensive and as he proceeded to take a memory card from the camera and plug it into a lap top. He then plugged a lead from his TV into the lap top and turned on the screen which showed a blank screen.
Claire sat there unable to speak while he tapped keys on the lap top, watching the screen with dread. She was still clinging onto the hope this was all about nothing but deep down knew there was more to this. As she stared at the screen any hopes she had of this being something trivial were shattered and the first image appeared on the screen.
There as clear as day was Claire sat on what looked like a beer garden table with her legs wrapped around a guy and her head on his shoulder almost looking right at the camera with the guys back only in view. From the picture two things were clear that it wasn't Mark and it was definitely Claire.
Barry didn't say a word at this point and instead continued to click and show the next picture. This one showed them kissing with the guys hands pushing up Claire's skirt. As Barry clicked through the next few photo's Claire's head dropped in shame and guilt.
"And this one is my favourite" Barry said sitting back on the sofa looking at the screen.
There was Claire with her skirt pushed up and the guys hand clearly inside her knickers. Oh Christ what has she done? Her shame and guilt quickly turned to anger as she looked at Barry for the first time.