Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  I laughed. “How were your orgasms?”

  “Aw, fuck, incredible. I can’t believe that I could orgasm that hard thinking that people might be able to see me.”

  I pulled her close to me and kissed her sweet, pouty lips. “I think that is why you came so hard. I think that you are a bit of an exhibitionist. It looks to me like you enjoy having people watch you fuck.”

  She shook her head. “No, I would never allow that. I would never do it, but I have to admit that the idea of it turns me on something fierce.”

  “You don’t have to tell me that it turns you on. I just watched you orgasm three times, thinking that people were watching you. I know that you didn’t want anyone to see you, but the thought of it drives your little pussy insane.”

  She sighed and placed her feet up on the windowsill. “I can’t believe I’m an exhibitionist.” She was quiet for a few moments. “It’s funny, but the idea of someone seeing me naked doesn’t do anything for me. The thought of it makes me want to hide. The thought of having sex in front of someone, however, turns me on for some reason.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I think that it’s the thought of them watching you fuck me is what turns me on so much.” She shivered with a groan. “That has to be it. The mere thought of it almost makes me orgasm.”

  “Let’s go have a glass of wine and get dinner started.” She started to stand up, but I quickly pulled her back down. “We can’t stand up now; not until we close the curtains.”

  “Why not? Am I only invisible when I’m horny?”

  I chuckled as I crawled away from the window and shut the curtains. “No, but that is hilarious. It is because it is darker outside now than it is inside. The reason they couldn’t see before was because the sun was in their eyes, and it was much brighter outside than it was in here, so they couldn’t see in.”

  She punched me in the stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me that before, so it wouldn’t have caused me all that grief?”

  I grinned and pulled her up to me. I looked deeply into her eyes and gave her a long, sweet, gentle kiss. “Because I knew that you wouldn’t have enjoyed it quite as much. You reacted just like you did when we had sex in my office. When you think that someone might be watching you, you come harder than you usually do, for some reason.

  She shook her head. “I can’t believe that it turns me on so much, but it does. You may need to keep a closer eye on me now that I know I’m an exhibitionist with needs. I may want to have sex with you everywhere we go,” she giggled.

  ******

  I normally wake up quite early, and this morning was no exception. I woke a little before five o’clock, and Shannen was still sound asleep. She was cuddled up next to me, lying on her side, facing toward me. I liked this time of the morning because it was completely quiet, and I loved to lie there in my thoughts and listen to her breathe. What can I say? It gave me comfort because I loved her.

  Even though, it had been several weeks since we had received the photographs, we were no closer to discovering who had sent them than we were the last time I talked to Nancy. To be honest, since we hadn’t been bothered with any more of them, we just didn’t think about it much anymore. We had simply lost interest in it, for the most part. It had become more of a curiosity than a problem. The whole situation hadn’t caused us any real harm other than a couple days of worry as we wondered if someone was out to get one of us.

  If it hadn’t have been for Nancy, though, it might have caused some real damage in our relationship, and for that reason, I was still a little upset. We eventually concluded that whoever it was most likely decided not to do it again out of fear that they might be caught. In any event, we no longer dwelled on it.

  I could see that the sun was coming up over the horizon because it was getting light outside. She stirred quietly, took a deep breath, and sighed peacefully. Moments later, I felt her hand gently cup my balls, her fingers pressing softly into my flesh as she began to roll them slowly around in her hand.

  This has to be heaven, I thought. “That feels terrific,” I whispered.

  “I thought you were asleep. I love the way they feel when they are soft, and I can roll them around.”

  I chuckled. “They are soft because they don’t have an agenda right now, but if you keep that up, they will have one pretty quickly.”

  “There isn’t time for your balls to have an agenda this morning. I have a nine o’clock meeting at the office. It shouldn’t take long, though. I will probably be home around noon, or you could meet me somewhere for lunch, if you like.”

  “That sounds good, and that is really starting to feel good. Think of a place and let me know when to be there.”

  “I’m sorry, honey, I simply don’t have time. Unless you would like a quick blowjob; I have time for that.”

  I laughed. “As good as that sounds right now, you would have to go to work horny. I would rather wait until later, so we can both enjoy it.”

  “You are such a good guy. Not many men would pass up a blowjob.”

  I smiled at her thinking, for a moment, what we might be doing later. “Oh, I don’t think that I’m such a good guy. I’m just holding out for something better.”

  “And what might that be?”

  “I get to watch you have an orgasm, and for me, that is one of the most enjoyable parts of having sex with you.”

  She smiled sweetly at me. “Like I said, you are a good guy.”

  I don’t recall exactly what it was that she had to go in for, but it was something that her replacement couldn’t do. When she left, I walked her out to the car, opened the door, and told her that she was irreplaceable at home and at the office. I gave her a quick, little pat on her bottom, just before she sat down, and kissed her goodbye.

  After my shower, I was in the process of drying myself when I received an email notification. Thinking it was Shannen, I quickly finished and tapped on the email icon. It was from someone that I didn’t recognize, but since they had my email address, I figured that it must have been from someone I knew. There was no message, but it contained several large attachments.

  Since it wasn’t from Shannen, I decided to finish getting ready and then open the attachments on my laptop so I could see them better. It was a good thing that I was sitting at the desk because when I opened the first attachment, I was shocked to say the least. It was a photograph of Catherine naked. She wasn’t just a little naked, if there is such a thing. She was completely naked, and it showed everything she had in graphic detail.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stared at the picture. She was lying spread-eagle, her legs further apart than I thought was humanly possible. “My God, what in the hell is going on?” I mumbled aloud. Well, apparently, I wasn’t so shocked that it kept me from opening the remainder of the photographs. Actually, the only reason that I decided to go ahead and open the remainder of them was to see if there was anyone with her that I might recognize. At least, that’s what I decided I would tell Shannen in case she asked.

  Not all of the photographs were as graphic as the first one, but they showed her in explicit detail from every possible angle. I know that I probably sat there and stared at them far longer than I should have, but she was a damned good-looking woman. I had known her for several years, and I never dreamt that I would see photographs of her naked. I had to chuckle though because, with her gorgeous red hair and freckles, I had always wondered what she might look like naked and what shade of red the hair on her mound might be.

  “Well, there is no doubt that she is a natural redhead and a damned fine-looking one at that,” I mumbled.

  I considered deleting them but thought better of it when I realized that I had no idea who might have sent them to me. My initial thought was that Catherine had sent them, but the more I thought about it, the more I was sure that it must have been someone else. I suddenly had a chilling thought. What if they were sent by the same person that had sent the other ones? This was getting more complicated all of the time. “Oh, fuck,” I mumbl
ed. “What if this is not the last of it? What if there were more to come?”

  The thought of that gave me chills, and I wondered if I should show them to Shannen. I told her that I had never had an intimate relationship with Catherine, and I wondered if she would believe me now. I mean, why would a woman send photographs of her naked body to a man unless they had been intimate, very intimate?

  I thought about it nervously for a minute and quickly came to the conclusion that I had to tell Shannen about them. If she were to find out about them later, for some reason, she would be hurt and even more suspicious of my motivation for not telling her in the first place.

  “Shit,” I mumbled while I scrolled through the photographs, one last time, before closing my laptop.

  I quickly looked at my watch. It was just nine o’clock. It would be Catherine’s lunch hour, and she was probably away from her desk. As the morning wore on, I decided that it would be better to wait and call Catherine after I discussed it with Shannen to see what her thoughts were. I could get her opinion from a legal point of view and, more importantly, from a personal point of view. Besides, I thought that it would be better if she were to listen to the conversation, so she wouldn’t have to take my word for what was said.

  I received a call from her a little after eleven o’clock. “Hi, honey, are you finished with your meetings?”

  “Yep, and I’m hungry. Have you thought about where you might like to go?”

  I laughed. “I thought that was your job.”

  “I know, but the meeting just went on and on, and I didn’t have a chance to think about it much. What do you feel like eating?”

  “Guess.”

  “Other than that,” she laughed.

  “Why don’t you come home and pick me up. That way, we can drive somewhere together, and then, on the way home, we can stop and pick up something for dinner. I’ll cook tonight. How does that sound?”

  “Sounds good to me. I’ll see you in just a few minutes.”

  “Okay, drive safely, honey,” I said as I tapped the off button.

  Actually, I wanted to tell her about the photographs before we went out. I wanted to get it over with. If I were to wait, she would wonder why I hadn’t told something this important right away.

  It wasn’t more than ten minutes later when I heard her car pull in the driveway. I met her at the door and gave her a kiss along with a big hug.

  She grinned. “Are you sure that you want to go someplace to have lunch. You look pretty happy to see me?”

  I laughed. “Yes, I’m sure. It will be fun. I was looking online for interesting places to eat and found someplace called ‘The Lobster Shop’ in Tacoma. It’s on the water, and I was wondering if you thought it was too far to go.”

  “No, I know exactly where it is. It is a great place to eat, and it should only take us about twenty minutes to get there from here.”

  “It’s a date then, but first, there is something we need to talk about.”

  “Okay. The way you put it, it sounds serious. Can we talk about it on the way to the restaurant?”

  I shook my head. “No, because it concerns an email I received this morning, and I think that you will probably want to see it.”

  “Okay, what’s it about?”

  “How would you like a glass of Sauvignon Blanc first?”

  “I would love one, but I think I will wait until we get to the restaurant. Just go ahead and tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

  “Well, I don’t know how bad it is, but it sure as hell is strange.”

  “Okay, let’s have it.”

  “Alright, I need to go and get my computer out of the office because you will most likely want to see the email. Perhaps, I should have a glass of wine.”

  She gave me a look. “Just tell me already.”

  “Okay, okay,” I said as I turned on my computer. “I received this email from someone that I don’t know, and it contained photographs of Catherine in customer service. You know, the same Catherine that we talked to; she sent Charlie his doggy treats.”

  “So, what kind of photographs?”

  “That’s the problem. They are nude photographs of her, and I don’t have a clue who might have sent them.”

  “What?”

  “I know. Do you want to see them? They are rather explicit. In fact, I think that they would be classified as pornographic because they sure as hell aren’t high art.”

  She nodded. “I think that I had better see them. You know, it’s illegal to send unsolicited nude photos to anyone over the internet, and if they were sent across state lines, it would be a federal offense.”

  “Okay, here you go,” I said as I clicked on the first attachment.

  The moment she saw the first one, she quickly placed her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God, are they all like this one?”

  “Yes, pretty much. What do you think?”

  She made an attempt at a half-hearted chuckle. “I think that I need to do some stretching.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think that you need to do anything. You couldn’t be more perfect,” I said as I clicked on the next photograph.

  In this picture, she was bent forward, completely jackknifed, and was spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands. Shannen slowly shook her head. “And, you’ve never had sex with her?”

  “Aw, come on, Shannen. I said that I didn’t, and it was the truth.”

  “Oh, I believe you, Alex. I really do, but it’s just so unusual. Do you think that these are related to the photos that were sent to me via FedEx?”

  I took a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. “I have no way of knowing for sure, but I wouldn’t doubt it.

  “Do you think that Catherine sent them to you? I still think that she has the hots for you from what she said on the phone the other day.”

  “What’s that? I don’t remember.”

  “Oh, geez, honey, she said, and I quote because I do remember. ‘I’ve always been easy, Alex. You’ve just …’ and then, she stopped herself.”

  “Oh, yeah, that’s right. I remember at the time that you thought her comment was a little strange.” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head in exasperation. “I don’t know, Shannen. I don’t know what to think any longer. I do know that if she didn’t send the photographs, she’d know who did because she has to know who took them.”

  She shook her head and frowned as she folded her arms. “Some people are incredibly stupid. They think that because they sign up for a fake email address with one of the providers, they can’t be found out. It’s not possible to send an email that can’t be traced. It will probably take a court order, but with these photographs in evidence, that won’t be a problem.”

  “Let’s go ahead and do it. That way, we can put an end to this mess.”

  “I can do that, and I will do it if it is necessary, but it’s kind of like killing a fly with a sledgehammer. Some innocent people might get hurt in the process.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, what if Catherine isn’t the one who sent these photographs to you? If we have to get a court order, they will go into evidence along with her name. Eventually, the person who took them will be disclosed, and finally, the person who sent them could face federal charges after being investigated by the FBI.”

  “Whoever did this could be in serious trouble,” I mumbled as I shook my head.

  “Indeed, they could. The problem is that once we file a court order, you will lose all control, and you won’t be able to stop it, if you want to. I think that a better way of trying to handle this would be for you to call her and see if she will tell you who took them.”

  “That’s what I wanted to do, but I wanted to talk to you first. Hell, my first impulse was to delete them.”

  “That would have been a mistake. Why don’t you go ahead and give her a call? I will listen in but not let her know I’m here. That way, I can be a witness to the conversation.”

  I looked up her cell number and tappe
d send.

  “Well, hello, boss. How is Seattle?”

  “It’s great, Catherine. I am enjoying it tremendously. Say, are you someplace where you can talk in private?”

  “Well, sure, Alex. Hold on just a moment, while I close the door to my office. Is there some kind of problem?”

  “Yes, there is, and you are the only person that can help me with it.”

  “I’ll do anything I can to help you. You know that.”

  “Thanks, Catherine. I received some photographs this morning that were taken of you. I can’t tell when they were taken or who took them.”

  “Oh, really? Who sent them, and how do I look?” she giggled seemingly unaware of what I was calling about.

  My first impulse was to tell her that she looked pretty damned good, but I knew it would get me in deep shit. “Actually, Catherine, they are nude photographs, and I don’t know who sent them. I was hoping that you could help me with that.”

  “What?” she whispered. There was a long pause. “Alex, please tell me that you are kidding.”

  “I wish I could tell you I was kidding, but I’m not. There are ten pictures and all of them are very explicit.”

  “Oh, my God, Alex. I’m absolutely mortified. How can I ever face you again?” she said as she began to cry.

  “I’m sorry, Catherine. I don’t blame you for crying. Hell, I would probably cry, too, if it were me. I even thought that you may have sent them to me for some reason, but from your reaction, I don’t think that is a possibility.”

  “Oh, God, no,” she sobbed. “I would never do that to anyone and, especially, not to you, for God’s sake.”

  “I know, Catherine, I believe you, but we need to find out who did this, so we can put a stop to it.”

  She was crying uncontrollably. After a few moments, she was able to calm herself, but she was still whimpering and sniffling. “I would tell you, Alex, if I knew, for sure, who it was. I’m so ashamed I could just die.” She took a breath, blew her nose, and sobbed quietly for a moment. “Over the last three or four years, I’ve let three guys take pictures of me while I was naked. But they were all taken with my camera, and I didn’t let them keep any copies,” she whimpered.