Jeff walked out of the plush office in Saint Louis and nodded to the receptionist before making his way to the elevator. One more hurdle behind me. Only one more to go. Years of work will soon pay off in spades – I hope.
He could hardly maintain a professional air as he waited for the elevator. He wanted to turn cartwheels, yell at the top of his lungs. I’m about to be a
millionaire. Somehow he continued with a look of boredom as two other people walked up to wait with him. The ride down took forever. Finally in his rental car in the parking lot, he beat his fists on the steering wheel and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Yes!”
After finding a secluded spot under a tree at the edge of the lot, he parked, but left the motor running so the air conditioner would continue to cool the car. He had to call Diana, even though he still might not tell her about their good fortune until it was a done-deal. Things could fall apart at the last moment, though he doubted it at this juncture. They had to have his invention and the software to go with it, and the only way to get it was to buy it from him.
He had been a freelance engineer for several years now and also sold equipment to law enforcement throughout the country. He had done all the work on his invention in his small shop at home, rented labs, or motel rooms. No one else owned a piece of this. He had waited until his patents and copyrights were firm, all the while enhancing his system. It made modern combat aircraft radar look like the fifties, black and white TV compared to today’s high definition color. The outfit he just left was one of the government’s biggest electronic contractors and the main office of Wainwright Inc. They badly wanted his stuff. He had hired patent attorneys who assured him that they would protect his interests. He wasn’t going to be screwed by big business using his invention free of charge while tying things up in court for the next ten years.
In addition to the sizeable fortune up front, he would receive royalties on every unit produced; his attorneys would make sure he did, since they would get a continuing cut. Plus, as the technology trickled down to the public, he would get the same cut from the sale of any of those units. Even if he was screwed out of the royalties, he would still have enough out of the front money for Diana, Arlene and himself to have anything they wanted, within reason, for the rest of their lives.
Despite how hard the first years of their marriage had been on Diana, she had finished school after having the baby, got a job, and helped him work his way through college, then stuck with him through his time in the Army. When he quit the firm and a good paying position to go out on his own, she had again ridden out the hard times with him, never complaining, always encouraging.
He had been away from home a lot in the last few years, both with the engineering job, and building his invention as well as the infrequent assignments with his team. But the engineering jobs had paid well when he got them, and he made a little profit with his supply company. Diana thought that the engineering was all he was doing. Oh, she knew he was always “tinkering around” in his lab when he was home, but that was about it.
Now he would soon be able to make it up to her for being gone so much of the time. They could buy a new house – a big house – and he would be home all the time. They could travel if they wanted. Arlene could have the best schools, or go to school on the Internet, or have a tutor if she wished. He wasn’t into buying yachts or having expensive parties, into blowing money for the hell of it, but they would soon be able to have the good life that his wife and daughter deserved without the constant money worries.
He picked up his phone, but he would not tell her yet, just check in and tell her he would be home in a few days with some time off. He dialed and waited, and was about to hang up when she answered, breathless. They talked for a while, but she seemed preoccupied. He had heard something in the background that ran chills up his spine. She had casually commented that the TV had been on too loud, and he went with it. She never could lie worth a damn. He cut the conversation short, said his good-bye and hung up. He hadn’t gotten around to telling her he would be off sometime soon; he just wanted to get off the phone. His great day had just evaporated. That had been a man’s voice in the background just as she had answered the phone. If there wasn’t something wrong, why had she tried to cover up with the TV routine? Shit. Looks like I’ve been away too long.
He dialed the airline as he thought, I can be home in hours. It wouldn’t hurt to let this bunch stew for a few days. I’ve already threatened to sell my invention to their biggest competitor, and I was serious when I made the threat. If they think I’m getting cold feet at the last moment and could be out looking for a better deal, they might hurry up their act, or maybe even come up with more cash. Win. Win. And I’m going to win at home, too. Nobody is going to slide in while I’m out working my ass off. Not this late in the game.
He lucked up and got a flight out in two hours, though at a premium rate. He didn’t care; he wanted to be home as soon as possible.
The four-hour flight seemed like much more, but he had plenty of time to plan.
Driving a rental car, instead of having Diana pick him up, he swung into the parking lot and entered the detective agency owned by a longtime friend. He was a retired cop, a good guy, and a true friend. He also owed Jeff for work that Jeff had done for him on several occasions. He hadn’t, of course, charged Fred anything for the work.
As he walked into the office, the receptionist looked up from her computer. “Well, look who’s here,” she exclaimed. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been around, Mr. Matthews.”
“Hi, Alice. Good to see you again. Is Fred in?”
Without comment, she picked up the phone, spoke for a moment, then said, “Go on in. He’s eating his lunch at his desk.”
Jeff knocked once on the door and went in. Fred Wilson was a graying mid-fifties guy who used to be one of the best homicide detectives around. He stood up to shake Jeff’s hand and almost bumped his large drink off the desk with his paunch. He caught the drink and said, “Brenda is always telling me I need to go on a diet and start exercising.” Setting the drink back upright, grinning, he continued, “She just might be right.”
Wilson went into the adjoining bath and came back with a towel. Wiping up the little that had spilled, he said, “Jeff, that frown has been on your face so long, it looks like it’s going to be permanent. And you look gray as a ghost. What’s up, my friend?”
Jeff sat in one of the chairs facing Wilson’s desk. “Fred, I need to borrow four of your high-resolution cameras and your van.”
Fred looked at Jeff, intently, for several seconds. “Shit,” he finally said.
“Yeah, that’s about what I thought, too.”
The detective opened a drawer on his desk and tossed Jeff a set of keys. Getting up, his lunch forgotten, he said, “Come on, the cameras and the rest of the stuff you’ll need are in the storeroom.” As they passed his receptionist he instructed, “If anybody calls, I’m out until I tell you differently.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A couple of hours later, Jeff was parked down the street in front of his house in a very much-used “plumbing” van. For the next several hours, he sat in the back of the van in the sweltering heat staring at the side door of his house on a monitor that obviously cost plenty. The inside of this old dilapidated van looks like the bridge of the Enterprise, he thought. The camera would zoom until the doorknob filled the screen. He played with the camera until he grew bored, then just backed the zoom down and watched his house.
It grew dark and the outside lights came on automatically. He could still see anything he needed to with the streetlights and his outside house lights, but the camera had a light enhancement if he needed it. Fred had given him a crash course in setting everything up, although Jeff could have figured it out for himself, but Wilson was thorough, cautioning him about double-checking everything. He had stepped back and looked at Jeff just before they parted.
“It’s easy to make mistakes when you’re emotional. One of the things that kept me alive through thirty years with the police department and three gunfights was to keep my emotions in check. Clinical, detached,” he cautioned. “Treat it like it’s your job. Do it right, or don’t do it at all. Don’t fuck up!” With that, he turned and walked back into his office without a backward glance.
Nothing happened until eight o’clock, and it happened so quickly that Jeff almost missed it. He backed the recording up and ran it again. Then again, and froze it. “That’s the punk down the street,” he said aloud. He watched the recording yet again as Jack appeared from the back of the house, stepped up to the side door, opened it without knocking, and went inside.
“Damn,” Jeff muttered, “Why couldn’t I have been wrong?“
The side door opened into a short hall, then into what used to be their full basement. Now it was one big room that they called their playroom, or sometimes, den. It had two couches, three large overstuffed chairs, a pool table, a ping-pong table, a giant TV, exercise equipment, and about everything else they could think of, and afford, to put down there.
He had planned to put two of the cameras in the playroom, one in his bedroom, and one out by the pool. The one by the pool would be easy. He could put it in the shrubbery with no problem. He would have to be careful putting the cameras in the playroom. But he didn’t know how he was going to manage the camera in his and Diana’s bedroom without being caught. He hated to think about sitting in that hot van waiting for Diana and Arlene to go out, but he might just have to.
There was a gnawing in his guts as he checked around the van for anyone close enough to see him. He got out with his case, made sure the van door was locked, walked casually across the street, through the vacant lot to the back, then up to his side door. He carefully started to turn the knob, but it was now locked. He slipped his key in, muffling the sound as much as he could, and quietly opened the door a crack.
Putting his ear close to the door, he listened for a while, then eased it open and made his way noiselessly inside while making sure the door was closed properly. The hall light was on, and as he eased up to the playroom door, he realized that only the light at the steps leading to the main part of the house was on. Even so, he took his time searching out the playroom as best he could in the poor light. Good, they’re upstairs.
He put one of the cameras at the far end on a shelf near a power outlet. That way he didn’t have to worry about replacing batteries. He adjusted the antenna, walked to the other end of the room and checked the reception on the small hand-held monitor he carried. Touching the remote, he panned back and forth and tested the zoom. All worked perfectly. Now for the second one.
There was a storage room at one side of the big room, ninety degrees to the first camera. If he could set the second camera up in there, the two would cover the entire basement. He went into the storage room and placed the camera on a shelf, moving some junk to set on both sides of it. The junk wouldn’t interfere with its operation and would tend to conceal the camera should someone enter the storage room, which he doubted would happen. An extension cord and this camera was also attached to an outlet.
He left the door open about halfway and was testing out the cameras when he heard the back door close on the other side of the house. Had someone left, or had someone else entered? He just sat and waited, knowing he couldn’t put cameras upstairs now without being seen. He couldn’t decide which was worse: imagining what was going on up there, or knowing for certain.
He passed the time playing with the cameras, then sat brooding. He had just gotten up to walk around and stretch his legs when he heard someone coming down the stairs. Quickly stepping back and looking through the crack at the back of the door jam, he could see most of the playroom, plus everything showed up on the small monitor, and he had no doubt, on the large monitor in the van as well.
As he squatted down, his knees popped. In the stillness in the storage room, it sounded like a gunshot to him. He flinched, sat on the floor and waited.
The lights came on fully and Diana came down the stairs without a stitch on. She had one of her long 120 cigarettes in her mouth. She walked purposely over to the end table near one of the couches, pulled out a drawer and took out a lighter, flicking the wheel several times in a row, but the lighter refused to light. She did have on one article of clothing, her husband noted: a pair of spike heels. This is not your average casual attire, he thought sardonically. His cock stirred in his pants as he saw her, though. It had been over a week since he had some of her pussy, but with a sickening in his stomach, he seriously doubted if it had been that long since she had sex.
He heard a man’s voice, then footsteps. The voice asked, “Where did you get off to, Sweetheart?” the voice dripping with something – contempt, sarcasm? The guy he saw enter the house came into view and continued, “My dick will get up again in a minute and I want to put a load up your pussy.” He was wearing a pair of socks.
Gut gnawing rage pumped adrenaline into Jeff’s system as he thought of Diana fucking this guy – having fucked this guy – they were too casual for it to be otherwise. Jeff’s stomach felt like it had just gotten a dose of pure acid. His hands shook. He didn’t know whether to get up and kill the guy, or cry. Instead, he thought about what Fred had said: “Don’t fuck up. Treat it like a job.” I have gone this far; I’ll go the rest of the way, he vowed while trying to suppress his anger enough to reason.
Taking the cigarette out of her mouth, Diana spun around when Jack entered the room. She pointed her finger at the muscular nineteen-year-old. “Tonight is the last time. This is it. I mean it.”
Before Jack could comment, Arlene and Arnie came down the stairs and into the room. Arlene didn’t even have on shoes like her mother. It was the first time he had seen his daughter nude since she was a small kid. Seeing her in a bikini and seeing her nude were drastically different things, he decided. She looked like a slightly younger version of her mother, high-set, long conical breasts that bounced and jiggled as she walked, and a beautiful face with pouting, kissable lips. Both were brunettes with auburn highlights, their thick, wavy hair dropping to their asses. Diana’s breasts were still a little larger, but he would bet that Arlene would catch up in a year or two. He could see Arlene’s pussy lips peeking out through sparse hair like her mother’s.
Shit, he thought, What am I doing looking at my daughter? But then he looked harder. If he hadn’t completely lost his mind, that shiny wetness on her pussy and upper legs was come. Arnie was as nude as anyone else, but his cock was standing up almost to his belly, while Jack’s flopped against his legs as he walked. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had just finished fucking Arlene.
“Mom, did you find a lighter?”
With the comment, Jeff realized that Arlene had an unlit cigarette in her hand. Shit, I go off for a week and my whole world changes. When did she start smoking? And what is Diana doing letting her smoke?
Jack spoke up, “You two don’t need a lighter just yet. I want to see you priss around with those cigarettes awhile first.”
Arnie walked up behind Arlene, put his arms around her and tugged on her nipples. He pulled harder, making Arlene wince. “Ouch, Arnie. Not so rough.”
“‘Rough’ my ass. Jack can do anything he wants and you don’t complain. Don’t start with me, Arlene.” With that, he roughly milked her nipples. Fine streams of milk spurted out from her breasts. After a couple of seconds, Arlene whimpered a little and shivered.
Damn. She just had an orgasm, Jeff thought. And she gives milk just like her mother. Shit, do I even know my wife and daughter anymore?
Jack turned to Arnie when he heard Arlene. “I thought I told you that you could watch, but not touch, Little Boy,” he said with a sneer.
“Jack,” Arnie shouted, “You’ve bullied me for the last time. Yeah, I know you can beat my ass. I’m only sixteen and you’re nineteen. But I can last long enough for me to call the cops. Then how are you going to explain this? You’ve fucked my girl – my used-to-be girl – and I can’t stop you, but I’m going to get mine, too. I’ve got pictures now, just like you. Pictures of you fucking Arlene and Mrs. Matthews. I’ve got them on my computer, plus on the cloud. If something happens to me, they get e-mailed to the police and other people. You might beat me up and even kill me, but you will burn for it if you do,” he said, defiantly, almost shouting. “I’ve lost my girl, but I’m tired of being left out on the pussy.”
Jack shoved Diana out of the way and started toward Arnie. “That did it, Punk. You ain’t got shit. I’m fixing to kill your wormy ass.”
Both women yelled at the same time. “He has pictures, Jack,” Arlene said. “He came in with his phone, right after you left the other day. He told us exactly what we had been doing. And, and ... he fucked us the same way you did. Don’t Jack. Don’t hurt Arnie. I still love him. I sure don’t want those pictures to go to the principal at the school, and they will, as well as the police if you screw with him. I know him, and he means it.”
Jack hesitated as Diana joined in. “Right now, you have all the pussy you want, but if you screw with him, you’ll wind up in jail with the shit descending on Arlene and me, too.”
Jack was so mad he shook. He pointed his finger at Arnie. “All right, but you better stay out of my way,” he yelled.
Arnie just laughed at him and again milked Arlene’s nipples.
Jeff shook his head. What the fuck is going on? He could end this and stomp Jack’s ass in the process. His military training, along with years in the dojo assured him of that, but what did Jack have on the two women? If I jump in now, I’ll never get all of Arnie’s pictures, and what does Jack have? As much as he wanted to stop this right now, he was going to have to wait. And ... he knew what waiting would entail.
Arnie had just confirmed that Jack had been fucking his wife and daughter, and he already said that he was going to fuck Diana when his dick got up again. The sick feeling intensified. I’m not sure I can stand this. Trembling, he fought the urge to kill.
I’ve got to watch this asshole fuck my wife. If I stomp his ass or kill him now, he will still have his pictures or whatever he has over Diana. What in the hell did Diana do that gave him this much leverage over her? Did he catch her fucking somebody else? There is too much shit that I don’t know.
Jeff looked away from the scene in front of him, but there wasn’t anything for him to look at but the monitor, and it was showing him the picture from the camera near him. To pass the time and try to get his mind off what was going on, he changed to the other camera, panned and zoomed, but the earphones he wore, and the mikes he had planted near the couch and pool table continued to bring him the conversation and every sound Jack, Arnie and the women made. When he removed the earphones, he could still hear them almost as well. He put the earphones back on and looked out the crack, steeling himself as best he could.
Jack was now kissing Diana and fondling her strutted breasts, pulling on her nipples and making her milk spray. Jeff’s stomach threatened to rebel. The last thing he needed was for them to hear him throwing up and realize someone was watching them. Jeff didn’t know whether the upset stomach was caused by watching this prick fondle his wife or the anger that threatened to take control at any second now. Oh fuck, I want to kill that bastard sooo bad!
Jack’s cock had swollen some, but still wasn’t all the way up. Maybe the bastard won’t be able to get his dick up. Fat chance. With those two in the room, a dead man would get a hard-on.
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock. Get it hard,” he ordered Diana, since he had run out of Viagra. “And while you’re at it, hold that cigarette up and look sexy with it. You haven’t done it for me in a couple of days, and I want to see you look really good like you used to do when I walked by your house. You always stuck your nose up in the air like your shit didn’t stink. Well, Bitch, look like that now, but suck on my cock while you’re doing it.”
“Jack, you can fuck me, but that’s it. I’m tired of your threats. When Jeff gets back, I’ll tell him what happened. Everything. And he will kick your ass out of the state, if he even lets you live. He may still divorce me,” she said, sobbing, “and I may go to jail for having sex with my underage daughter, but I can’t stand much more of this.”
Jail? What in the fuck has she done? Sex with Arlene? Jeff’s dick jumped, showing what it thought of the idea, much to his consternation.
Diana was sobbing now and Arlene was trying to hold her and comfort her, but Jack pushed Arlene back, almost gently, and pulled Diana to him. He rubbed her back and kissed her. Jeff was just about to believe that Jack had a decent streak in him when he saw where Jack’s hands were. He was pulling on Diana’s nipples and biting her neck, a surefire way to make her come.
As if on cue, Diana shivered. “No Jack ... No. Don’t ... make ... me. Oh, shit.”Diana shivered again as Jack pulled and rolled her nipples, and she came – almost violently. Her knees buckled and Jack pushed her down in front of him, grasped the back of her head and guided his semi-hard cock to her mouth.
“Come on, Baby, the sooner my balls are emptied, the sooner I’ll get out of here and leave you alone. But you’re dreaming if you think this is the last time I fuck you and your daughter. And you’re right. As soon as the school finds out you have been fucking her, your ass is going to jail. And, I’m not scared of your husband. Shit, I outweigh him at least thirty pounds, and I’m young. I’ll kick his ass and bust up his face for him. The best thing for you to do is keep on fucking and sucking, just like you’ve been doing. Besides, it’s not so bad. I can’t count the orgasms you’ve had since I first grabbed your nipples in the kitchen.”
Jack laughed as Diana opened her lips and he shoved his dick into her mouth. Jeff could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked Jack’s cock, slowly moving her head back and forth.
“That’s right, Baby, like that,” Jack said as he continued with his little story. “Yeah, you can blame your daughter for giving away your secret. When I sucked her tits and she started giving milk and coming, she told me that she probably gave milk because her mother did. I figured that if she had inherited that from you, then the orgasms she had when I pulled on her nipples probably came from you, too. So when you walked in on us in the kitchen, I just grabbed you and milked your tits. Your not having a bra on made it a lot easier for me. Sure enough, you came and spurted milk all over the inside of that tight blouse of yours. I knew I had you then. It didn’t take two minutes to get your skirt up and your ass on that table.
“Ah, just thinking about that fucking is turning me on. Suck harder, and look prissy with that cigarette, dammit.”
Diana held her long cigarette up with one hand while holding Jack’s balls with the other. She sucked and released while moving her head back and forth, doing her best to make him come, her thick hair swirling about her shoulders and face. All the while, Arnie was standing behind Arlene with his arms around her, kneading her breasts, and gently milking her nipples. She made a cooing sound and shivered as her orgasm hit.
Jack looked around at Arlene, and said, “Like mother, like daughter,” and sniggered.
After a couple of minutes, Jack pushed Diana away from his cock, which was now rock hard. “Get on the couch on your back; I want to make sure this load goes up your womb. I don’t want to waste it down your throat. I want to make sure there is one in the oven when hubby comes home. I want to see your belly swell, knowing it’s my kid kicking around in there,” he said, laughing.
“Come on Baby, hold that cigarette up and look sexy. You know how I like it. You’re so fucking hot, you’re about to come again just sucking my cock. You’ll come like a freight train when you feel my spunk hit your womb.”
Diana didn’t say anything, but Jeff could see the flush on her upper body increase at Jack’s comments. Damn, she looks sexy. I never thought I would be turned on watching my wife give head to another man, he thought, disgustedly.
Jack helped her up, but Jeff could see Jack’s hand working on one of Diana’s nipples as he brought her off. Diana shivered and whimpered, falling against Jack as he guided her to the couch. She sat, then leaned back.
“All the way, Baby,” Jack instructed. “And put one leg over the back of the couch. I want that pussy wide open for me.”
Diana didn’t argue, and placed a leg over the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor, spreading her legs, offering her pussy.
Jack got between her legs on the couch, leaned over, putting his weight on his left forearm, as he guided his cock to her hole with his other hand. Diana hissed a quick intake of air as he rammed it halfway up her on the first stroke. Jeff almost came out of the storage room before he realized what he was doing. Somehow, he controlled himself and stayed hidden.
Jack’s muscular hips rippled as he pulled his ass back and shoved again, then again. On the next stroke, Jeff could see Jack’s balls resting on his wife’s ass. Shit, he’s all the way inside her.
Jack rotated his ass and gave her a few short, hunching strokes, just barely moving.
This caused her to moan softly and as Jack full-stroked her a couple of times, her hips rotated and counter-stroked with him. She was looking him straight in the eye as she put the cigarette back in her lips, obviously trying to make herself look sexier for him. After a moment, she pulled on it, hollowing her cheeks a little as Jack said, “Yeah, Baby. Like that. I want to see that snobby look on your face.”
Diana wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted her ass to him on every stroke. Damn, she does look haughty. This isn’t just Jack fucking her; she’s fucking him back, stroke for stroke, Jeff thought.
Jeff remembered what Jack had said about putting one in the oven. Diana hadn’t been on the pill for a couple of years. If this guy had been fucking her, surely she had done something to prevent him from knocking her up. Ah, shit. Now I’ve got to see my druggist friend and call in another debt. If this bastard has knocked my wife or daughter up, I’ll have to kill him. Maybe the morning after pills will take care of it. Jeff clinched his fists until his hands were numb while Jack stroked his wife. Jeff could hear Diana grunting every time Jack bottomed out in her pussy. Shit.
Jeff glanced around to see where his daughter was, and saw her bent over the pool table with Arnie stroking her from behind. She had her long, 120 centered in her lips.
Jeff zoomed the second camera on them. He had already set the camera near him to give the best picture of Jack and Diana just before Jack mounted her. What the fuck is going on? I always thought that Diana looked sexy when she smoked, but I never thought about something like this. Damn, but both of them do look sexy, though.
Seeing his daughter being fucked by her boyfriend was something else, as well. Arlene was pulling on her own nipples and there was already a stain on the table where she was leaking fine streams of milk. Arnie was giving it all he had. His cock wasn’t as big around as Jack’s, but as best Jeff could tell, it was of a decent length. Arlene seemed to think so too. She was grunting with each stroke, just as her mother was.
Arnie picked up his speed, hanging onto Arlene’s hips as he changed the angle, bent his knees a little, and fucked hard into her, increasing his pace. Arlene squealed, pulled on her cigarette like her mother, and came. Arnie was only a couple of seconds behind her. He gave her a few more very rapid strokes, then a couple of slow ones before pushing all the way in and holding. Suddenly he rabbit-hunched her and held, groaning loudly. Arlene wailed and came again as she felt his stream of sperm splash against her sensitive cervix, mixing with Jack’s load that was already in her.
When she thought about having two guys’ sperm in her at the same time, she yanked harshly on her nipples and came again, eventually collapsing on the table. Arnie pushed forward, lying on her hips, his jerking cock embedded deep in her pussy, feeling the fluttering sensation as Arlene’s pussy sucked his cock. He wondered whether she was already knocked up by Jack, or if his sperm was even now burrowing into her egg. His cock dribbled out the last of his load, but stayed up, pushed up against something hard inside her that he knew had to be her womb.
If I knock her up, she’ll have to marry me. But how will I know if the baby is Jack’s or mine? I’m not going to marry her with Jack’s kid inside her,Arnie thought as he lay on his used-to-be girl. As he caught his breath,letting his dick soak in her occasionally still twitching pussy, he thought, Yeah, I should have fucked her months ago, then this would never have happened. She might even have been knocked up with my kid by now. I won’t ever be that naive again!
Arlene took the cigarette out of her mouth and held it prissily in her hand, looking around at Arnie. “You’re getting better,” she teased. “Your cock knows what to do. I’ll bet that load would have squirted halfway across the room,” she said with a giggle.
Arnie pulled out and Arlene rolled onto her back. He lay back down over her and kissed her, prolonging the kiss, entwining their tongues. His hand gently stroked her vulva as she clung to him.
Jeff was distracted by Jack groaning as he pushed himself fully up on his arms, his hips picking up speed. Diana raised her legs just above Jacks hips and clamped down, constantly rotating her hips and fucking back. I must be a whore at heart, she thought, I hate this son-of-a-bitch, but his cock feels so good. I must have come five times already, and when he dumps his load in me from those balls of his, I’m going to come again. Oh, he’s close. I can feel his cock swelling.
Jeff watched Jack short stroke his wife, their groins slapping together with an audible sound as Jack groaned again as Diana’s voice went up. “I’m coming,” she squealed as she threw her legs wide, kicked her spike heels toward the ceiling, then grabbed Jack with her legs, lifting her ass completely off the couch, presenting her pussy to him. Jack squirmed his ass against her, grunted, then froze for a moment. The couple stayed locked together with Diana’s ass lifted to him for a couple of seconds, then Jack groaned, rotated his ass, his cock jerking, as it sent his load into her clenching pussy.
Oh, shit, I felt it jerk; he’s going to ... Oh, crap that stuff is hot and it feels so good. Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me.
Jeff watched his wife grind her groin against Jack’s, the muscles standing out on her legs as she pulled his cock deeper into her pussy. I never realized how sexy black spikes were until now, he thought as he saw his wife’s high-heel clad feet urge Jack on.
As the fucking couple slowed and stopped, Jack collapsed on Diana. She took the cigarette out of her mouth so she could gulp air. Oh, shit. He came a lot that time. It feels like my womb is bloated with his stuff. If I’m fertile, he’s knocked me up for sure. Maybe the spermicide will do its job, though.
After a few minutes of soaking his cock in her sloppy pussy, Jack pulled out and watched a small flood of sperm gush out of the beautiful woman. Diana clapped her hand over her pussy and took off for the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came back and sat on the couch a couple of feet away from Jack. She picked up the lighter off the end table, flicked it again, and this time it lit the cigarette. As she looked guiltily at Jack out of the corner of her eye, she thought, His balls still look full. I guess it’s a product of his age; they look like they’re ready to go again. My husband always made love to me when he was Jack’s age; still does. He doesn’t fuck me like I’m a whore. I’m glad I put some spermicide in this bathroom as well, I hope all that spermicide I’m putting in my pussy will keep me from getting pregnant – if I’m not already.
After a few minutes, Jack stretched out on the couch on his back, and Diana, also feeling drowsy, leaned back and closed her eyes. After a little, Arlene and Arnie curled up together on the other couch, and seemed to be dozing. Jeff watched for a few minutes, then slipped his shoes off, and carrying them along with the monitor, exited the storeroom. Circling quietly in the gloom of the big room as far away from the others as possible, he made his way to the rear door on the other side of the basement.
A moment later, he stood outside the house leaning against the wall, then threw up. In addition to his stomach, he felt as if there were something wrong with his heart. He could actually feel it beating in his chest. How could Diana get herself and Arlene into a mess like this? Obviously, he didn’t know the whole story, but he had heard enough to understand that Jack was blackmailing Diana over some pictures he had.
Less clear was Jack’s hold over Arlene. Foggier still was just how Arnie figured in this, but he had some pictures too. Well, I certainly had plenty of time to plan while I tried to get my mind off my wife being fucked. Not only was she being fucked, she was obviously fucking back and enjoying it. One minute she was crying, the next she was coming. Oh, well, that’s Diana. All you have to do is grab her pussy or nipple and she will come. Obviously, for anybody, he thought, dejectedly.
Time to solve my marital problems later. Right now, I need to get moving.Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to focus on his objectives, he made a quick trip into the house via the front door, then retraced his route to the van. A few minutes later, he drove down the street. He had to pick up some things, and he had to do it in a hurry.
A little while later, the van parked in the woods behind his house, he walked, seemingly casually, down the alley behind Jack’s house. The house was off by itself just before the entrance to the subdivision where Jeff lived. The house was old and rundown, causing it to be a real eyesore to the much more expensive neighborhood nearby. For some reason, the land and house had not sold when the subdivision had been built. The house had been brought up in several of the division meetings, so Jeff knew it was owned by a mortgage company that had foreclosed on the property, then rented it through a big realty company from out of state. No one in either outfit gave a crap. End of story.
His lock picks worked on the old lock. He was inside the back door with barely a hesitation. There was little chance of his being seen, anyway. He began systematically searching the house, starting with the bedroom. He hit pay dirt in the second drawer he opened, where he found six pictures that had a greenish cast to them. Crap.
Jeff studied the pictures. If this is what this idiot has on Arlene, she should have told him to shove it up his ass. Two teenagers playing with each other. He didn’t like it since it was his daughter, but she was fifteen, almost sixteen, and she was jacking Arnie off. Big deal. Then he picked up some more good color pictures. Ah, shit. His face flushed and he looked away for a minute. What in the hell was Diana thinking? Shit. Those pictures would get us all in some deep shit. It’s a good thing I came home. With shaking hands, he dumped the pictures into a large envelope he found, and continued looking. Ten minutes later, he had found nothing more and was running out of time. He didn’t have nearly enough time to try searching through Jack’s computer.
Grimly entering the kitchen, he dug a big skillet out of the cabinet, put it on the gas stove and turned the burner on high. He filled the skillet to the brim with cooking oil, using one of the three bottles he had bought at three separate stores, then drenched the nearby window curtains, wall and floor with the other two. After putting one empty bottle in Jack’s trashcan, and putting the other two in a bag to carry with him, Jeff raised both kitchen windows about half way. He waited until the oil started to boil over, then walked out the door with the bag, re-locking before walking away.
Looking around to make sure no one saw him, he stripped off his gloves and put them back into his pocket. He waited in the darkness by a tree about a hundred yards from the house until he could see the fire glow in the kitchen, then continued on his way.
After returning to his van in the woods, he waited. There were flames coming out of the bedroom windows of Jack’s place. He had about decided that he was going to have to go to the local fast food mart and use the pay phone there to call the fire department, but apparently someone passing by had noticed, because he could hear sirens in the distance.
The fire department didn’t have to come by Jeff’s house, but even so, they made enough racket to be heard easily enough. Good, the more noise, the better, though he was certain that Jack could hear the sirens, by now. He took his cell phone out of his pocket.
After the third ring, Diana answered with a quiet, “Hello.”
“Don’t say anything. Just act natural. I know everything. Repeat the things I tell you to, and everything will be okay. Don’t say my name. I’m Mrs. Donaldson from down the street. Now say, No, I didn’t know!”
Arnie, Jack and Arlene heard only Diana’s end of the conversation, which was: “No, I didn’t know ... Which house is it ... Oh, the old house as you turn into the subdivision ... Flames are coming out the windows ... Fire department already there?”
Jack was snatching his pants on for all he was worth. He managed to get his shirt and one shoe on, and was trying to go out the door while putting the other shoe on. “Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating.
Diana turned away and whispered into the phone. “Jeff, I...”
“Shut up, Diana,” Jeff growled. “I’ll be there eventually. Keep Arnie there. I don’t care how. Fuck him, pull a gun on him, tie him up, kill his ass, whatever it takes. But keep him there! See you in an hour or two.” With that, Jeff hung up.
Diana hung the phone up, her face gray.
“What’s up Mom? What’s this about Jack’s house being on fire? Can we go see?”
“Sit tight,” Diana said after a moment, her voice odd. “I’ll be right back.”
Going up the stairs as calmly as she could, she entered her bedroom, dug her pistol out of the drawer, picked up a loaded magazine and slid it home in the butt of the weapon, listening for and feeling it seat properly just as Jeff had taught her.
A moment later, she entered the playroom again, still nude, holding the gun behind her. She casually called to Arlene. “Come here a minute, Hon. I want you to do something for me.”
Arlene, again sitting with Arnie on the couch, gave her a puzzled look, but walked over to her. “Sit on the other couch, Arlene,” Diana said with emphasis.
Arlene hesitated for a moment, but turned and started for the other couch when Diana pulled the 9 mm from behind her and racked a round into the chamber. “Arnie,” Diana said in a shaking voice, “I don’t want to shoot you. I really don’t, but I will if I have to. That was my husband on the phone. He told me he knows everything,” her voice choking as the tears began to flow. “He told me to keep you here until he gets here. He said he knows everything,” she repeated, “and I believe him.”
“Mother,” Arlene screamed, “you can’t shoot Arnie.”
“Shut up! Arlene,” Diana screamed, “and get me some rope!”
Arnie started to get up off the couch. Diana raised the gun toward him, holding it with both hands. “So help me, Arnie, I will kill you before you get to the door,” she said in a quiet voice, her hands shaking.
Arnie’s ass hit the couch. His dick wasn’t up anymore.
“Get the rope, Arlene!”
“I don’t know where any rope is. And why do we need to tie him up?” Arlene whined.
“Quit arguing with me before I have to kill Arnie. There’s plenty of rope on the boat. Now get it,” Diana yelled.
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