June always enjoyed Friday evenings. A long week at work at the dental surgery, followed by good food, and then time to unwind in front of the television. There was always plenty to do on Saturdays and Sundays, but Friday evenings were different. Friday evening was her time, and nothing could change that. Truth was, she reflected, that over the last 4 weeks everything had changed.
For the next couple of days she was going to visit her daughter Briony and boyfriend Steve. She wasn't sure about Steve. He was friendly, kind to her, but she knew there was another part to him. The truth was -- over the last few weeks she had seen it. All caused by Skype, and the problems on her daughter's computer. Apparently there were times when there was some loose connection or something, in their monitor, such that June could see and hear them, but they couldn't hear or see her. There was just something in June's mind that said there was something wrong with the story, but she couldn't see what. It was what she DID see on the computer when their connection wasn't working that had stunned June. It had happened three times.
First time she had seen her daughter Briony giving oral sex to Steve. June knew she should have shut Skype immediately -- but she didn't. She had watched. Afterwards she had remembered, and remembered, and pictured and pictured. Up to that moment June had had nothing to do with men for a long time -- after her disastrous early marriage she hadn't wanted anything to do with men. She had put all her energy into her work as a dental nurse, and to being a good mother to Briony. Of course a woman has "needs", but her fingers fulfilled the role -- adequately. She always knew there should be something more, but she wasn't going to get involved again...
For days after that first moment she would picture Steve's cock, and was fascinated by how good it looked. She would imagine it was her, not Briony, giving oral sex. There was even a bit of her that felt jealous of her daughter having that fabulous cock to play with. She even pictured Steve's cum trickling down her own chin. She also found her fingers much busier -- instead of masturbating once or twice a week, she found herself needing to masturbate once a day, sometimes twice -- once four times. She was horrified at what was happening to her -- she wasn't "that sort of person!"
Then there was the second time. All she had seen was her daughter's face, close-up on Skype. It was clear Briony was lying over her desk. It was clear there were things happening behind her. And she was shocked at her daughter. Or perhaps she shouldn't have been. Over the years she had heard rumours about her, or June's friends would make the odd comment about who Briony was hanging around with. June couldn't and wouldn't believe her daughter was a slut. And the rumours suggested she was a kinky slut. She couldn't imagine any cruder language than her daughter used that day on skype. And she was stunned at what her daughter was asking for. And she was stunned at the orgasm her daughter had, and the moaning and screaming that went with it. It was clear Briony was enjoying it!!!!! A tiny bit of June felt jealous.
June had been fascinated by the words Briony had used. She kept saying the phrases to herself. Somehow the ultra-crude language was working on June herself. She remembered some of the phrases. "Fuck my Cunt." "Finger-fuck my asshole." "Fill my cunt with your cock." At times she hadn't been able to get the phrases out of her mind. It certainly hadn't reduced her need for masturbation. And more -- she had started reading stories on the internet, and looking at pictures. Sometimes she would look at pictures of cocks for ages while masturbating. And somehow her language inside her head was changing -- Briony hadn't performed oral sex on Steve, she had given him a blow job...
Then there was the third time. Somehow it had felt set-up, and she wondered whether Steve was "up to something." It was the crudest and worst of them all. Or should she say the best of them all? Steve and Briony on the bed, having sex, talking about their fantasies. And June had been the fantasy. She had never thought of making love to another woman. But Steve and Briony's conversation had triggered something in June. And the biggest thing? AFTER the sex, they were still saying they wanted her. Okay, during, people say the crudest and most way out things. But after? It means they mean it... for real.
And now they had invited her over for the weekend. June knew Briony went shopping on a Saturday morning, so she knew it was a bit odd to be invited over so she would have an hour and half alone with Steve. It was Steve doing the inviting as well. He was definitely up to something. She would go along and join in! At least, on the Friday evening, she felt she would join in if anything happened. She knew she may well chicken out when she got there.
Somehow she had been changed over the previous three of four weeks, with the Skype, and the antics of Steve and Briony. She wasn't the prude people thought she was -- it was just that her experience of sex had been so bad in her first marriage. Now, Steve and Briony had awoken the slut element in her. Somehow. Whatever she meant. Had other people noticed? Briony remembered the conversation earlier at work, the strange incident, and the subsequent E.mail she had received.
She had worked at the dental practice for 26 years. There were three dentists, plus nurses and receptionists. It was a friendly place to work. Two of the dentists -- the two male partners - had worked there longer than she had, and the female partner Lucy had been there 20 years. June was often seen as the "mother figure" at the practice, so wasn't surprised when George, the senior partner asked to have a word with her. George was in his mid fifties, married, with grown-up children. He was friendly, cheerful, a nice guy to talk to, and was generous towards his staff. Then it went wrong. So why did it happen after 26 years? Not until this moment?
When she had sat in his office George was quite nervous, and after a few pleasantries, started on the reason for the chatting. He was hesitant, but slowly it came out. Apparently his wife was away visiting her sister for the week, going away on the Saturday. He wondered whether June would come and help him. At first June thought he meant to cook a few meals, do some cleaning. It took George a few more minutes to say what he wanted to say. "Um... not just that...um...I would love you to, um...share...um...share my bed, and do all the things...um...a wife would do."
June was stunned. She hesitated before replying: "You mean you want me to sleep with you?"
George was instantly apologetic, saying to forget the conversation. Please not to tell his wife. June was puzzled -- why had it had taken him 26 years to make a pass on her? Why wait that long? Had she changed in some way? June left his office and made herself a coffee. It was odd -- she felt it was a compliment! Later she received an E.mail from George apologising, saying he had been trying to stoke up the courage for a few weeks to ask her, that he dreamt of making love to her, that she was a very beautiful woman, but hoped she hadn't been offended and would carry on working at the practice.
On the Friday evening as she supped her coffee after eating, June reflected. Had George seen something different in her over the last few weeks, perhaps at a subconscious level? June also thought that yes, she would now sleep with George, but she couldn't out of loyalty to George's wife Margaret. The two of them -- June and Margaret - were good friends and there was no way she would betray her friend. Or any other husband and wife. She would talk to George on the Monday and clear the air, and then back to normal work.
The next morning June travelled over to Steve and Briony's house. Steve welcomed her, hugged her and was utterly charming, and she was soon sat chatting drinking a cup of coffee. After a bit Steve mentioned that he had a film he wanted her to see, and had led her to the computer in their bedroom. June noticed quite clearly that this was the room the Skype was working in. Where everything had happened. Steve fiddled with the computer for a few moments and then windows media opened. Seconds later the video started.
June was stunned. It was her. It was her watching the screen. In the corner of the screen was a smaller picture of Briony giving Steve a blow job. (It was oral sex, her sensible mind shouted, but June stuck with "blow-job."). The room was electric with silence. Then Steve telling her he had three videos -- obviously each time she had watched on skype.
At first June thought she was about to be blackmailed. But Steve didn't seem to be like that, but June was surprised at what Steve said next. He gave her a choice. She could say something, anything, to initiate sex with him and Briony in the evening. He told her she should. He would leave the choice of words to her. Or she could say nothing and nothing would happen. She also knew now that if she didn't he wouldn't do anything.
