by Damien Dsoul
“Yeah, I sure can use some cleaning up. You had a fun time today?”
“I’ll tell you about it later,” she winked at him. “When you’re upstairs, look inside my handbag that I left on the bed. I’ve got something in there you’ll love to see.”
“A secret, me thinks? Oh, I love secrets.”
Dave patted her behind then left her alone in the kitchen.
Later that evening Jenny was in the bathroom washing off the evening sweat from her body. Her kids were already tucked into bed asleep or on their way. She turned off the shower faucet when she was done and waited for water to run off her body before stepping out of the stall. She ran a towel over her hair as she returned to the bedroom. Dave was in his shorts occupying his side of the bed watching the video recording April had done of Jenny enjoying her afternoon client. It was his third time watching it since coming upstairs to change before returning downstairs to have dinner alongside his kids. Not a word had been said then, not till after they had sent their kids to bed.
“Looks like someone’s loving my video so much,” Jenny teased as she did away with her towel and rubbed lotion on her skin. Dave looked at her and the look he gave told her everything she needed to know that was on his mind.
“I’m surprised you managed to talk April into going with you. How did you manage with her?”
“She’s been a nag since I first mentioned this to her; she was here with me when you called. I figured it would better that she gets to see things herself so she doesn’t think I’m lying.”
“Yeah, but how did you get her into filming you?”
“Was not hard,” she said, still taking her time with rubbing lotion on her feet. “I just gave her the camcorder and told her what to do. She did a great job, don’t you think?”
“It’s excellent work what she filmed. You’re not thinking about getting her involved, are you?”
Jenny shrugged. She capped her lotion bottle when she was done and returned it to her vanity table then got up and wore her night dress. Dave pulled back her side of the covers for her as she came and lay beside him.
“I don’t know. She can be cagey sometimes. We’ll just have to wait and see.” Her voice then turned sultry. “But right now, I’ve got something you need to do for me.”
She pulled up her night dress and spread her legs and slid her hand towards her crotch. She played with her pussy while awaiting her husband’s expected move. Dave kept the camcorder aside and slid over on her side of the bed to come and kneel before her spread thighs. She spread her thighs for him and moaned as he spread her moist velvet labia for inspection. This was a favourite ritual of theirs especially after she had enjoyed a good fuck session. It was one Dave always looked forward to enjoying. It was unfortunate that he could not always be around to watch her in action with her clients. But it was nothing compared to knowing that after a long dry spell she had finally gotten some satisfaction.
Dave pressed his face on her crotch and Jenny in turn guided his head and raised her pelvis at him as his tongue pressed down on her sweet nectar. Within a minute he was grasping her thighs hard and ravenously eating out her pussy while she squirmed relentlessly under him.
“Ohhh yes, eat me, babe,” she cooed with lust. “I’ll bet you’d have loved to have been there, don’t you, darling?”
“Oh yes, babe,” he replied.
“Hmmm, I’ll bet if you were there, you’d have loved to shove his huge cock inside me, wouldn’t you, darling?”
“Ohh, very much, honey,” Dave was lapping her erotic crevice with feverish eagerness as her searing moans got him hard and randy. “I wanted to be there so bad.”
“I’ll bet you’d love to suck his cock, too,” she hitched her breath and body broke into convulsion as his tongue nibbled on her clitoris for what felt a long time. “Uuuugghhhh... Awwhhh, yesss. That feels so good. Won’t you love to suck his cock for me, darling?”
“Oh God, yes. You know I’d love to.”
“Would you love to taste his cum, too?”
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed
Dave could not contain himself no more and he came to his knees and pulled his shorts down his waist. Jenny jerked his cock and once more pulled him down towards her. His cock slid into her pussy with ease and he wasted no time thrusting into her excitedly. Jenny locked her arms and limps around him and grooved spasmodically under his weight. Dave was gasping harder with each stroke. He grabbed at the bed’s headboard and grunted with force while slamming down on her hard. He shut his eyes to the ecstatic warmth he was enjoying and pictured himself in the room with Jenny, filming her while she fucked her client. He pictured the man fucking her hard and then suddenly pulling out of her and beckoning Dave over to come and clean his cock for him.
Dave’s feature turned grim, every muscle in his body tensed as his climatic moment came and he let loose inside his wife while simultaneously conjuring an image of sucking her client’s cock till he too shot his load down his throat. His body shuddered and then tiredness flooded him as he then collapsed against his wife.
It was past midnight when Dave awoke and switched on his bedside lamp. He looked over at Jenny and was satisfied to see she was asleep. He came off the bed and wore his slippers and carried the camcorder with him and switched off the lamp before venturing out of the room.
The house was quiet. Dave went looking in each of his children’s bedroom and found them snuggled under the covers in their bed. He shut their doors quietly then proceeded downstairs to his library.
He opened the library door and entered the room. He locked the door behind him then turned on the lights. He went to his computer and switched it on. He attached the camcorder’s USB cord to his computer and for the next two hours worked hard at editing his wife’s video. He blacked out the client’s face as he had done with other previous videos, and cropped out a few scenes to make the work shorter. Satisfied with the end result, he uploaded the video onto Jenny escort service website and uploaded shorter clips of the video onto several of her social media accounts. Jenny’s followers was ever growing, mostly made up of horny men itching to watch her updated accomplishments. Dave recorded the video onto several empty DVD discs as well. He killed time corresponding with numerous active followers online who wanted to hear more snippets about Jenny’s taste for black cock while he waited for the discs recording to get done. Someone presented an offer of wanting to feature her in an upcoming amateur porn flick in the foreseeable future and enquired if she would be interested. Dave thought he would have to discuss that with Jenny later.
He got a black marker pen out of his desk drawer and scrawled different names on the separate discs when he was done. He knew several people who would love more than ever to watch Jenny in action beside the ones always stopping at her web page.
He left the discs inside the drawer and locked it and spent another hour replying several emails and social media messages before finally switching off the computer. He detached the camcorder and took it with him after switching off the lights then locking the door when he was done.
Chapter 8
The postal van cruised into the neighbourhood and now and then slowed to a stop by the kerb and the post man then came down and deposited an envelope or two or a package into the mail box standing in front of the driveway of whichever home he stopped by. He returned to his van and continued with his easy-going drive. He drew to a stop in front of the McLaren mail box and took out a package and put it in the slot.
At that moment the front door opened and Howard McLauren came out to fetch the day’s newspaper that had been flung across his lawn minutes ago before the postal truck arrived. He waved and hollered good morning to the post man who then returned his greeting before getting back into his truck and driving on. Howard came to the mouth of the driveway and watched the truck make a left turn into the next
street. He opened the mailbox and took out the square-shaped package lying inside. The package bore April’s name and their home address; he turned over the package and frowned as he did not recognise the sender’s name or returning address. He closed the mailbox and returned to the house.
April was humming a song while putting breakfast on the table in front of her son when Howard returned to join them. He had on a blue stripped shirt and dark blue tie; his jacket hung over the back of his chair.
“Look what I found out in the mailbox, honey,” he dropped the package on the table.
April had just finished dishing out scrambled eggs and bacon on their plates when she happened to glance at the package as she loosened her apron.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Apparently it’s for you,” he sat down and picked up his knife and fork and dug into his meal. “Whoever it’s from; I don’t recognise the sender’s name.”
April came and sat across from him. She picked up the package and read her name and address on one side, then turned it over and it became obvious the way she looked at it that she, too, had no idea who the sender was. She tore open the package and took out a flat black case from inside and opened it and saw it contained a DVD disc inside along with a note. She opened the note and the worrying frown on her face gave way to disbelief when she read what it said.
Here’s your copy
Call me when you get it.
Cheers.
- Jenny.
“You know who it’s from, honey?”
April looked up at her husband. She squeezed the note in her hand and laid the case beside her plate, propping up a happy face as she picked up her fork.
“Yes, it’s from Ms. Olivier down on Grenneo Street,” she lied with surprising smoothness. “It’s a recording of her daughter’s wedding, the one I went to help out two weeks ago. I forgot she promised sending send me a copy. How’re you enjoying your sausages, little man?” She turned her attention to her son who was all happy smiles.
Later the school bus arrived and April walked her son to get on it then went and kissed her husband before he got into his car and drove off for work, blowing him a kiss as he drove away. Her smile left her face as she returned into the house and turned the lock in the door.
April went and got the DVD case and brought it to the living room. She wrenched the disc out of the case and switched on the DVD machine. Her hands were shaking and she found herself a little nervous as she slid the disc into the player’s slot, switched on the TV, and settled down on the sofa behind her. The movie began and a thought suddenly occurred to her and she pressed the PAUSE button on the remote and raced out of the room and up the stairs. She raced back minutes later gasping out of breath, this time wielding her pink dildo in her hand. She hiked up her skirt as she fell on the sofa then pressed the PLAY button.
The picture started shakily and dark at first until it then focused on Jenny kneeling in front of the bed sucking the black man’s cock ( whatever was his name again? ). April watched the movie to the end and found herself enjoying it and she then watched it again. She slipped out of her panties and massaged her pussy with her dildo, getting more relaxation from it. She soaked up the part when the man got on the bed and jammed his cock into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny seemed to enjoy his gruff approach. It got April wondering if majority of black men fucked this way. The thought seemed scary yet she could not quit from feeling somewhat aroused by it, seeing the way Jenny was enjoying herself.
April had herself a terrific orgasm courtesy of her dildo. She was all sweaty when she was done and tasted her cum while sucking her dildo. She adjusted herself and watched the movie a third time before deciding it was enough.
Two days had passed since that fateful day and she had not spoken with Jenny, more out of embarrassment than anything else. Having just watched the movie got her feeling morose that she had not. After all, it was she who had pestered Jenny about wanting to know more of her adventurous sex life. She never thought she would get to witness so much being in that hotel room watching Jenny and the black man fuck. It had been too much for her to contain herself when she fled for the bathroom to masturbate while Jenny and her client continued without her.
April switched off the DVD and TV set then went for her phone and dialled Jenny’s number. She was still flush from her orgasm and her hands were sweaty as she wielded the phone.
“Hi, April,” said Jenny.
“Hi, Jenny. How’re you doing? I’m sorry I haven’t called or dropped by to see you since-”
“Tell me you’ve gotten what I mailed to you,” Jenny interrupted. “I mailed it the day before; the man at the Post Office told me it should get to you about today.”
“If it’s what I think you mean, then yes, I got what you sent this morning. I’d like to talk to you about.”
“I’m leaving the house soon. Need to get some shopping done, and then I’m going to watch my kids’ soccer game.”
“Oh yeah, my son told me about that. Maybe we can meet over there if that’s possible.”
“Sure, let’s do that. I’ll give you a call when I’m done shopping. Enjoy the video; we’ll talk more when we see.”
Jenny laughed and April could not help laughing along with her. If only her friend knew.
Chapter 9
Jenny’s kids attended the same school as did April’s son. Just as their moms were good friends, so, too, the boys were the same.
It was past noon when April came out of her house and got her Chevy out of the garage. The summer heat was overwhelming. She got inside, surreptitiously admired herself one last time in her mirror, then started her car and pulled out of her driveway.
It was a ten minute drive to the school’s soccer field. Already there were many parents there as she could tell from the line of cars parked along the kerb. April drove down a block to find a suitable spot to park her car and after turning off her engine, admired her feature once again before getting out of her car. She slung her handbag on her shoulder and walked back towards the soccer field entrance.
She recognised several parents there and exchanged handshakes and hugs with a few of them as she ventured into the arena. There was a spectator’s stand to the left of the field where majority of the crowd sat under a canopy shade enjoying the game that had already begun. April whipped out her phone to call Jenny while scanning the faces of the crowd. She jumped when someone pinched her arm from behind then broke into nervous laughter when she saw who it was.
“My God, you scared me,” April returned her phone into her pocket. “I was going to call you to know if you were here already.”
“I told you I would be. But I’m glad you came,” Jenny led her friend up the stand to an empty bench and there they sat down. “I was across the other side of the field talking to the assistant coach, Elwood before I looked over and spotted you and then hurried over.”
“I got here as quick as I could. How long had the game been on?”
“You haven’t missed much, trust me.”
They sat in silence for a while enjoying the game. April made out her son and Jenny’s boy amongst the players. They looked so innocent and cute in their school jerseys racing back and forth on the field kicking and receiving the ball from their colleagues. It was sometimes hard making them out from the opposing team.
“You were upset that day, weren’t you?” Jenny said to her. “That’s why you didn’t call.”
“Not upset, really,” April admitted. “Just sort of humbled by everything. I don’t know why I didn’t call, and I’m sorry. I did watch the film however. You showed it to anyone else?”
“More than seven thousand of my subscribers have last time I checked,” Jenny chuckled when she saw the way April’s eyes expanded. “Dave edited and posted it online. I’ve gotten hundreds
of comments already saying it’s fucking hot.”
“You don’t seem worried that someone out there recognises you on the video?”
“Dave takes care of that,” Jenny answered. “He blacks out my face before uploading any video online. If you visit my webpage to watch it, it’s nothing like the one I gave you. By the way, Dave told me to say thanks for you doing that.”
April blushed. They turned their attention to the ongoing game and didn’t say anything for a while.
“I had fun with my dildo while I watched it,” April whispered to her friend who responded by shielding her face with her hands to stem down her laughter that attracted several people to glance at their direction before returning their attention to the soccer game.
“That’s really made my day,” Jenny said and straightened herself. “There’s a new client coming from out of town in a couple of days. Dave and I talked about it and he begged me to get you to tag along and maybe enrol you into the program.”
“Oh God, no,” April looked at her with wide eyes akin to stage-fright. “I can’t possibly do that.”
“And why not? What’s stopping you from wanting to live a little?”
“That’s asking a lot; a whole fucking lot.”
“Is it really? If it were, then you never would have followed me the other day, but you did.”
“I did nothing besides film you with the camcorder,” she stopped and looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on them then returned to her friend. “Jenny, I’m not that crazy to want to do something like that, okay. I admire you for what you do, but that’s a level that’s way above me, seriously.”
“Funny how you never before mentioned any of this when you were badgering me to tell you more. What happened to the April of then?”
“You got me curious, and I wanted to know.”
“True. And now you know, but won’t you like to know more? A trial is worth a thousand convictions.”
