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Ann and Bob Miller coincidentally met at a quiet intersection near their house, she in her very large white BMW 760 and he in his very small black BMW Z4 roadster. Bob pulled his convertible along side the sedan and immediately saw the sinful twinkle in Beth's eye.
"Hey, sailor, wanna party?"
"No, ma'am," said Bob playing along, "I'm merely on my way home to have wild, reckless, unbridled sex with my wife."
"But, I am your wife," Ann pouted.
"Oh, yeah... prove it," laughed Bob.
"Remember these?" answered Ann. She abruptly pulled up the front of her tee shirt along with her bra and revealed her extraordinary melon-shaped breasts. In the bright sunlight, her bold nipples seemed to wink at Bob.
"Oh those! Now I remember! And now I also have another hard on... it has been that way all day long. My little man needs some attention badly."
"Perhaps, I can help with that... problem," smiled Ann.
"The sooner, the better, baby," said Bob. "By the way, where have you been? I thought you were at home all day."
"I went shopping with Sarah. I've been gone since before lunch. Beth Newman is taking care of Robbie."
After hearing those words, alarms seemed to go off in Bob's head.
"I see... well... when you get home, park out front. I'll explain why when we get there." Bob put his car into gear.
"Ok," said Ann with a look of curiosity. "See you there."
Beth Newman stood in front of Ann Miller's huge closet mirrors. She was dressed only in floral thong panties, two wispy triangles of cloth suspended on tiny elastic strings. She moved her hips seductively to the music that blared from a nearby radio while she rifled through the hangers holding some of Ann's most elegant gowns.
Ooo, a blue one. Oh, wow... how gorgeous... it must be new!
Ann's newest gown almost flowed off the hanger by itself and pooled in a circle at Beth's feet. She slipped each of her legs into the sea of blue sequins and started to sort out the portions of the dress that formed a halter-top. Just as she slipped the dress over her hips, Beth heard a shuffle behind her.
"Beth?"
Beth whirled around in horror. There in the doorway stood an imposing Bob Miller. Ann Miller stood behind him, peeking around with a look of utter shock on her face. Beth jerked the entangled dress to her bosom.
"Mr. Miller! Mrs. Miller! You... you scared me... I... ah... I didn't expect you to be home... now... so soon... early," Beth stammered. "I... uh... I was... oh my..."
Beth's heart seemed to make its way up into her throat and began to pound furiously.
"I took off early today... Beth..."
Bob's eyes roved over Beth's body and then zeroed in on one single spot. A tender pink nipple with a bright red tip protruded from around the soft fabric edge of the gown that Beth desperately clutched to her chest. Beth followed his eyes, glanced down, gasped, and then frenetically sought to adjust the filmy cloth as best she could without moving any more than necessary. Her face turned bright crimson in the process.
"But, I... we, Ann and I, didn't expect to find you going through my wife's things," said Bob softly.
Beth died inside. She was caught red-handed and half dressed in Mrs. Miller's closet.
"Mr. Miller... I am sorry... I just... well... I was bored... and..."
"I guess I should have expected as much from you though," continued Bob. "This is not new for you... is it?"
A combination of confusion and pain clouded Beth's face. Ann seemed just as surprised.
"You have pilfered our private things before, haven't you?"
Beth's eyes became as big as saucers. Ann's mouth fell open as well. Bob had warned her after they had parked their cars out front instead of in the garage that Beth might surprise them... or vice versa. Bob had also reminded Ann about their bedroom conversation about Beth, but Ann had never suspected what she was now witnessing in her own closet. Strangely, the sight of Beth standing there partially clothed both shocked and titillated her.
"I know that you broke into my computer the other night... didn't you?"
Another agonizing jolt of realization, shame, and distress surged through Beth. Her mouth became dry and her hands began to shake. She watched as Bob's eyes continued to rove up and down her body. The slinky dress seemed to cling to her every curve even closer now than before.
"No," groaned Beth not knowing how to respond. "Well, I mean, sort of... but..."
"Beth, well... I guess we might as well put everything out on the table. I noticed that after your broke into my computer, you also pilfered my desk and you helped yourself to some of these!" Bob held up several marijuana cigarettes, "Correct?"
"My gosh," whispered Ann. That explained why Bob went into his study before confronting Beth.
Beth's eyes widened even further. An enormous empty feeling of utter embarrassment grew inside her. The urge to crawl in a hole never to emerge again seemed to overtake her. Clearly, she was in a lot of trouble and had no way of escape. She opened her mouth, but words, this time, wouldn't come out at all.
"Bob," said Ann, "I had no idea this was going on. How did you know?" She asked the latter question as if she really did not expect an answer. Ann was still reeling from the previous bombshells, one after another, that her husband had dropped. "Beth, I... well, I thought we could trust... you... fully..."
Ann moved around from behind Bob and stopped mid-sentence when she saw his face. A glassy look had come over Bob. Both Beth and Ann quickly realized that he was not looking directly at Beth. Instead, he looked past her into the mirror behind her.
Ann's shimmering gown was cut very low in the back. Until now Beth had not noticed that it draped beneath her tiny panties in back. Given Bob's gaze, Beth reckoned correctly that her dainty thong underwear showed clearly along with most of her ass in the mirror's reflection. Beth tried hopelessly to inch the dress up higher without exposing a breast again. Her body began to react to the entirety of her predicament. The room seemed to start spinning slowly and a feeling of nausea began in the pit of her stomach.
"Remember our little discussion the other night, dear?" Bob spoke to Ann but his gaze never left Beth. "Our discussion about always doing things together? About sharing new experiences together?"
Bob's intent suddenly dawned on Ann. Ann's heart began to pound. She started to speak, but couldn't imagine what to say. Her own words rang in her ears, "If you suddenly are overcome with the desire for strange pussy, you had better make sure that I am there to share it with you." She looked at Bob trying to determine if this indeed was the time, and if Beth was the strange pussy of choice.
"Beth, we obviously have a problem here." He paused as if to gage her reaction and to light up a joint. "Breaking into my computer, despite passwords and all... breaking into my most private files... my... our pictures... private pictures... very private pictures."
Ann's eyes suddenly grew wide.
"Oh, my," she moaned. Until now, she had not realized what breaking into the computer had really meant. "Tell me she didn't... oh, my... you didn't see... oh, no..."
Beth looked first at Ann and saw a face of absolute distress. Then she looked at Bob. There she saw only lust. Without warning, her whole body began to quiver.
"And stealing... things." Bob shook his marijuana cigarette angrily at her to emphasize his point.
Beth finally found a small voice.
"Mr. Miller, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean any harm. I was just bored. I am really sorry. I don't know what else to say."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and spilled over on her cheeks. Bob moved closer to Beth. He watched a single teardrop beginning to work its way down her face. Looming tall over her, Bob reached out and wiped away the moisture. His fingertips felt like hot pokers against Beth's face. The air began to reek of pot.
"You know this is pretty embarrassing for me... and my wife... I believe you saw some very personal pictures of Ann... and of me. You did, didn't you, Beth?"
A chill passed through Ann. Now she was fully aware, but she still could not believe that this was really happening.
"Those pictures were... very personal. Weren't they, Ann?"
Ann coughed out a feeble, "Yes, they... were."
Beth felt Bob's hand outline the contour of her delicate neck while his eyes seemed to look directly through her. Unexpectedly, a strange tingle came from out of nowhere and landed in her pussy.
"Breaking into my computer... looking at our very intimate pictures... stealing our marijuana... going through our things... we feel pretty violated here, Beth.
"Mr. Miller... I... if we could keep this between us... well, that would be much better." Beth tried to sound as matter-of-fact as possible. "I'm really not a bad person... I was just bored and curious."
Bob's fingers gently caressed their way down to Beth's bare shoulder and then back up again to her neck. Chills raced through her. Goose bumps popped out everywhere. She felt the sudden surge of sexual tension. All the air seemed to leave the suddenly very small room.
"Well, maybe we can have this be a secret of ours... perhaps," he said almost in a whisper.
Bob's hand fluttered down to Beth's upper arm. His eyes traveled down her body.
"Mr. Miller..."
"Bob. You know you can call me, Bob."
"B-Bob, I feel really badly about... about seeing your private..."
"Not badly enough to stop yourself from looking at ALL of them, correct!"
Bob's sudden gruffness startled both Ann and Beth. Ann let out a small groan. Bob's eyes narrowed. His hand moved back up toward Beth's face. Tears spilled from Beth's eyes once more.
"You saw some of me, didn't you? Some of me... naked... didn't you?"
Beth nodded awkwardly. She felt faint. Sweat intermingled with her tears. She could feel Bob gazing directly at her without even looking at him.
"Come here, sweetheart," Bob said to Ann, "come and help me please. We just can't let this violation, this intrusion on our privacy, go... without... some sort of..."
Bob pulled Ann around in front of him, facing Beth, and placed Ann's hand on Beth's. Beth smallish hands were clutched tightly into fists against her breasts. Confusion marked Beth's face, then realization. Bob's intentions suddenly became apparent to her. She gulped in a desperate attempt to breathe. Part of her was horribly frightened; the other part was excited. Beth sensed that she had better make a last stand now.
"No, no... I mean... you are right, but... oh, please don't... do... this... I..." Beth fought to regain her composure.
"This could be a... a... settlement, Beth... a fair trade, so to speak... no one will get hurt... you certainly won't... no one is forcing you to do anything... just a debt owed... nothing to fear... just like looking at those pictures... our pictures... right, Beth?"
With each word, Bob's force became heavier on Ann and Beth's hands. Beth fought to hold the dress in front of her, but now her head was spinning and Bob was exerting more and more pressure. Her deep-seated curiosities about Bob's large cock began to flood into her mind. Shame and fear started to mix with subconscious sexual desire. She could feel the heat of his hand against hers. She could feel Ann's much colder hand as well. Beth took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and allowed her hands to drop slowly from her neck.
"Yeah, that's right... see... no problem... that's it... it's easy," said Bob expectantly.
Bob looked at his wife's face in the mirror behind Beth. Ann's look had changed from astonishment to desire. Bob brought his free hand up under Ann's shirt and immediately found a tender, erect nipple. Ann took in a sharp breath as he began to massage her nipple through her bra. Ann started to protest, but the powerful affect of Bob's touch kept her silent. Al Jr.'s trim body had turned her on earlier. Sarah's little sexual games with him had intensified Ann's cravings. Hearing the wanton words of her husband had added new fuel to her fire. Now the sight of Beth's nubile body amplified Ann's already raw, randy feelings. Being fondled in front of another woman began to send Ann on a high-speed sexual roller-coaster ride of emotion.
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