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“Uhhhhhh.”

A new image appeared. This one was of Shane,
sitting at his office desk, watching me touching myself. His stiff
cock was sticking straight up, and his hand was wrapped around it,
stroking his long length. That was my erection. I had caused it, so
it belonged to me. I could do anything I wanted to do with it. I
could stroke it, or I could take it into my mouth until it blasted
its load into the back of my throat. Or I could sit down on it,
sliding my tight sheath over its thick hard girth, bouncing on it
until it jetted its cum deep into me.

These last thoughts sent me over, and my
fingers became a flurry as my orgasm burst like a Fourth of July
firework – white hot and overwhelming. Ecstasy blotted out all
other sensations and my body convulsed in erotic bliss as my
fingers thrummed, and I cried out my passion in the small room.

After a moment, my body relaxed, and my legs
closed, trapping my hand between them. After a minute to rest, I
got up, feeling week from my exertions, and removed my robe from
the hook, putting it on.

Taking a deep breath, I left the changing
room and headed into the house. I was about to turn up the stairs
when Shane’s office door opened and he came out. We stood face to
face, our eyes wide.

He blinked and his surprise was replaced with
a smile. “Hi Erica. My work took longer than I thought. Good
night.”

“Good night, Shane.” I headed up to my
room.

I lay in my bed, thinking. He had watched me.
I knew it without a doubt. And he had to watch it live. He couldn’t
even wait to see the recording in the morning. A mixture of fear
and pride went through me. I stared at the ceiling, my mind a
jumble of thoughts until I dropped off to sleep.

When I went downstairs the next morning, I
found a note from Shane on the refrigerator letting me know he had
gone down to his warehouse and would be back around noon. The clock
said it was nine, so I had plenty of time to check out his new
videos.

I went into his office and logged onto the
computer, got the external drive from the drawer and plugged it in.
In seconds I was browsing the video directory.

I checked the pool section first. There was a
new directory with yesterday’s date. In it were nine new files. I
skipped down to the last one and opened it. My heart skipped a beat
as I saw myself walk into the changing room. Jumping ahead, there I
was, naked and drying myself with the towel. I clicked ahead again,
and stared wide-eyed at myself sitting on the bench, with my legs
spread wide as I finger-fucked my pussy.

I took a deep breath, attempting to control
my emotions. Last night, when I had done this, I knew there was a
good chance Shane would be watching. Now there was no doubt. He had
seen me finger myself to orgasm.

I moved back up to the bedroom section,
wondering if my intuition about Beth was correct. There was a new
directory in there with yesterday’s date. I knew it!

Inside were two files, and I opened the
first. The bed was empty for a moment, but then two bodies fell on
it. Beth and Shane were in a lover’s clinch, and from their
actions, it was obvious they were in a hurry. She undid his pants
and pushed them down onto his thighs. She pulled her bathing suit
bottom to the side and he moved between her legs, entering her
completely with his first thrust. They fucked frantically as she
made soft mewing sounds, obviously unable to be as loud as she
wanted. It lasted less than ten minutes, with her coming first,
writhing and grunting out her moans into his neck. He kept fucking,
and a minute later he joined her in orgasmic bliss, arching his
head back and groaning as his muscles knotted.

They lay together kissing and smiling for a
couple more minutes before Beth got up, adjusted her swimsuit, and
ran from the room.

My crotch was soaked. I was getting over the
shock and enjoying the eroticism of it.

I went back to the pool section, and looked
back through the history. It seems that there were videos going
back two years, most of them from my pool parties with my friends.
It got pretty boring seeing the same girls undressing. But then I
came across a date with a lot of videos in it.

When I looked through them I hardly
recognized anyone. They were women older than teens, some of them a
lot older. Then someone familiar appeared. It was Jennifer, Shane’s
secretary from work. I finally remembered what this was. Two years
ago Shane had a pool party for his employees, and the place was
packed. So crowded I had spent the day at Beth’s.

I looked through the videos, and they were
all of women getting undressed or dressed. Some of them were fat,
and I wondered why Shane kept them. I was getting bored again, when
one caught my eye.

It was Jennifer again, but this time she
wasn’t alone. She pulled a guy in with her, and they kissed. He
looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember his name. But I knew he
wasn’t her husband, because they had been over the house together
at other times.

I watched as she dropped to her knees and
tugged his suit down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and
up, and she immediately covered it with her mouth. He was smaller
than Shane, but he was rock hard, and his cock had a slight
sideways curve. Her head bobbed as she took him all the way in, and
his head rolled back in pleasure. Less than a minute later his hips
jerked and she kept her lips down on him, obviously taking his cum
into her mouth. After a minute she let him slide out, and licked
him all over.

When she stood, they kissed again, and he put
his hand in the side of her swimsuit and fingered her pussy. But
she pushed him away and said they had to hurry back to the party.
He left first, and she followed him a minute later.

I looked through the rest, but there were no
more like that.

I had pulled the external drive out when the
computer beeped, scaring me half to death. After I caught my
breath, I saw it was a popup that said a new email had arrived. I
knew I could mark it as unread, so I clicked on it.

It was from a FunGirl92, and it said:

Shane,

I enjoyed your cock last night, and I would
love to have it again tonight. I’ll have the house to myself until
midnight, so let me know if you can make it.

B

So, FunGirl92 was obviously Beth, and she was
inviting him over her house for tonight. Interesting. I thought of
a way to use this to my advantage, but nothing came to mind.

I went back to my room and masturbated to
memories of the videos I had seen, and took a shower. When I came
out, Shane was home, and I dressed and went downstairs. He was
lying back in the recliner, reading an electronics magazine.

“Hi honey,” he said, looking up from the
chair. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” I replied, walking to him. When I got
to the chair, I kneeled on the corner and leaned my body into the
space between him and the edge. I used to do this all the time when
I was younger, and we would snuggle together as we watched tv.

This time he looked slightly surprised, but
he moved over and gave me room. I slid beside him and laid my head
on his shoulder, snuggling close. He put his arm around me.

“To what to I owe this honor?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I missed being close to
you.”

“Everything ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, just missed you, that’s all.”

“Did you enjoy your party last night?”

“Loved it. Thanks for thinking of it.”

“I enjoyed seeing the girls again.”

I bet you did, I thought with an inner grin.
“They liked seeing you too.” I giggled.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s just silly girl stuff.”

“Now you have me curious.”

“Well, it’s just that they took a vote, and
you were voted one of the hottest guys they know.”

He laughed. “I’m honored. But aren’t I a
little too old for them?”

“No way.” I snuggled into him some more.
“Actually, Kelly is involved with a professor at her college who’s
a little older than you are.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. They plan on picking up where they left
off in the fall.”

“Kelly’s a pretty girl.”

I lifted my head. “Shane!”

He laughed. “What?”

“She’s only nineteen.”

He laughed again. “I don’t want to date her.
I just said she was pretty.”

I laid my head back down. “Ok.” After a
pause, I said, “And Beth is involved with some older guy, but she’s
being secretive about it.”

He was quiet for a moment, then said,
“Beth?”

“Yeah. I tried to get it out of her, but
she’s not sharing.”

More silence, then, “How much older?”

I shrugged. “She wouldn’t say. I thought it
might have been one of our old high school teachers, but she denied
it.”

“Huh.”

“She seemed happy though.”

“That’s good. She’s had it rough with her
mother being sick.”

“So I guess this guy is giving her what she
needs.”

He chuckled. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”

“She gets cranky when she goes without sex
for too long.”

“Whoa, too much information.”

I giggled. “Sorry.”

I closed my eyes and relaxed against him. I
was drifting off into a dream state when he spoke.

“Erica?”

“Yes?” I mumbled sleepily.

“I’m going out tonight.”

“Where?”

“On a date.”

I lifted my head and stared at him. “With
who?”

“Just some woman.”

“What woman?”

He sighed. “Look, it’s not that serious
between us, so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Ok?”

I gave him a pouty face, and he continued. “I
don’t want this relationship to affect you and me, so I’d rather
keep it separate. At least for now.”

I thought for a moment, then grinned at
him.

“What?” he asked.

“Shane’s got a fuck buddy.”

He mouth opened in shock. “Erica!”

I grined wider. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It’s exactly the point. You don’t want to
introduce her to me because you’re just having sex with her.”

“It sounds so crass when you say it that
way.”

“Shane, it’s ok. I’m the one who encouraged
you to date more.” I grinned and added, “If you don’t want to
introduce me to your fuck buddy, I understand.”

“Would you stop saying that?”

“Is she pretty?”

“Erica, I’m not comfortable talking about
this.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“I bet she is pretty. How old is she?”

“Erica.”

“Hmm, let’s see. Mom was thirty-one and you
were twenty-two when you met, so you like your women about nine
years older than yourself. So that would put her around forty then,
right?” I was smiling hard.

He grinned back. “I’m not playing this
game.”

“Oh my god, she’s older, isn’t she? What,
like fifty or sixty?”

He began laughing. “Stop it.”

“Wait, she doesn’t have dentures, does she?
I’ve heard some guys like that.”

“Erica!” His eyes sparkled with laughter.

“Wait a second. Maybe she isn’t older than
you. Maybe you went after a younger one this time.”

His smile faltered for a split second, then
returned, “Are you finished?”

“That’s it, isn’t it? How much younger?”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Twenty-eight? Twenty-five?”

He kept smiling, refusing to answer.

“Ok, tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“She’s out of high school, right?” I asked
with a grin.

“Erica!”

“I’m going to have to hook you up with Danni
or Kelly.”

He gave me a quizzical look. “Your
friends?”

“Yeah, they’re the only two of my friends who
aren’t dating older guys.”

He smiled and shook his head again. “You’re
bad.”

“So, you’re not spilling it, are you?”

He grinned. “Obviously not.”

“Damn,” I said, and laid my head back against
his chest. I slid my hand around his stomach and pulled myself into
him. His arm felt good around my shoulders.

My eyes naturally landed on his crotch, and
it took me a second to realize what I was seeing. I could see the
outline of his cock in his tight jeans, and while he wasn’t
completely hard, it was swollen enough to be noticeable. I stared
at it for several seconds, then smiled softly.

I shifted against him, turning slightly and
bending my leg so that my thigh was lying across his knee. I
watched with interest as his cock seemed to stiffen further.

“Mmm, you’re so warm,” I said, and shifted
again, pressing my body against him, rubbing my thigh on his.

It had the desired effect. The bulge in his
pants grew, as his cock got even harder. I felt a wet warmth
between my legs.

“Erica?”

“Yes, Shane?”

“I’ve got to run downtown. You want to go
with me?”

I held onto him tighter. “No, I want to stay
here, just like this.”

“I have to pick up some things,” he said,
beginning to sit up.

I moved off of him and sat back, opening my
eyes to sleepily look up at him. “Ok, I’ll go with you.”

“Great,” he said, putting his hand on my
thigh as he sat up and stood. “I’ll be ready to go in ten
minutes.”

I watched him leave the room as waves of
pleasure flowed out from where he touched me.

When Shane and I got downtown, we decided to
split up and meet back at the car in an hour. The town’s main
street was filled with small shops that I loved to browse through.
I hit a few clothing stores, then decided to get a coffee at
Starbucks.

I was standing in line, when a felt a
presence close behind me. I was about to turn when a pair of hands
came from behind and clamped over my eyes.