chapter 6

As she sipped her wine, Lillian glanced up again at the bookshelf. It was impossible to tell that there was a tiny video camera hidden between two of the books on the top shelf, recording every movement and sound in the room. The one in the cabana was just as well obscured -- between adjacent planter boxes. Lillian had watched several of the recordings made over the past ten days. They were flawless. You could hear every word clearly and see every action, even in relatively low light.

The cameras had been installed by a company referred by the private detective agency she had consulted — the agency in Chicago she had selected after thorough research and based on recommendations regarding its expertise in catching cheating spouses. When she had met the principal, however, she had been told, in effect, that she didn't need their services. Based on the facts she had related, he advised her that her best option was to have micro cameras installed in any rooms in which she suspected the activity was taking place.

"Take my word for it – if they've done it once, they'll do it again," he told her, "in the exact same place. I've seen it more times than I can remember." That said, he had also advised her to set up a camera in any other place in the house she thought might be the location of a tryst. He gave her the name of a company that specialized in installation of cameras for that purpose.

"They're the only one I use – the best," he assured her, happy to assist the gorgeous blonde whose idiot of a husband was sleeping around when he had her all to himself. It never ceased to amaze him!

She had thanked him profusely and, brushing aside his protestations, gave him a check that far exceeded the fee he had quoted her.

The agency that had installed the cameras lived up to its recommendation, providing valuable advice about where and how many cameras to install.

"We don't want to put 'em everywhere," the man had said. "Only where you really think they're most likely to do the trick. The more you install, the higher the risk that he'll stumble on one of them, and then it's all over." Sound advice, which she had taken.

Now, as she sat with Art over a glass of wine, she felt the familiar twinges of guilt and conflict over what she had done. It had been only after multiple hours of internal debate, after assiduous research about adultery and its patterns, about adulterers and their psychology. The best course of action, she had concluded, was not to confront with accusations but to rely on facts – only facts – not suspicion or inference. That way, she would be uninfluenced by her feelings about Jennifer. She would see for herself, if it happened again, who was the instigator. She would see the very act; hear the words and sounds; and would know whether Art was the man for her or not.

"Penny for your thoughts," Art said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, just daydreaming a little. What were you saying about your project?"

She looked at Art with a fond gaze. But behind it was a new reserve. Yes, she still loved him. But she didn't trust him. She was working three days a week now and Paul was at school every day. Art often worked at home, and Jennifer lived less than a mile away. There was lots of opportunity if they wanted to take advantage of it.

And, by God, she was going to find out if they did.

Art removed his sunglasses as he stepped out of the car. It was the height of summer; warm but not quite hot. A gorgeous day. I may just knock off work early today and sit by the pool, he thought. He had a new book he had been wanting to start. He walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

The smile faded as he heard the sound of a splash outside. He hurried to the window and looked out. There, in the pool, he saw the unmistakable form of Jennifer Rowland, her lush rear end visible above the surface of the water as she swam.

What the hell was she doing here?

Angrily, he strode toward the pool.

Jennifer heard the kitchen door slam and turned to see Art's form approaching. She smiled and swam to the edge of the pool. By the time Art had arrived, she had pulled herself up on the edge and had her arms folded beneath her breasts.

Despite his anger, Art felt a catch in his throat as he approached the buxom girl. He had a fleeting recollection of the feeling of those firm breasts, those hard nipples, against his chest.

He blocked it out.

"Jennifer. What are you doing here?" he said, rudely.

"Oh," Jennifer said. "You don't seem very glad to see me."

"Look, Jennifer, you can't be here. Not without Paul. We can't ... that was totally wrong, what we did, and we can never repeat it, do you hear me, never."

"Oh," she said. "Is that that how it is? Well, then I'd better dry off and go home."

She pulled herself out of the pool.

"I'll just get my towel and clothes." Giving Art a sideways glance, she walked toward the cabana.

Despite himself, Art felt a pang of regret for his rude behavior. After all, he had been a more than willing participant in what they had done – and she was young, just barely an adult.

"Jennifer," he called out.

She stopped and turned slowly. As she did, he marveled at the sheer eroticism of her body – the breasts coming into profile view, the large nipples hardened from the cool water, the ripe buttocks barely contained in her tiny bikini bottoms. He felt his penis hardening. Oh, God, he had to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Yes?" she said provocatively. "Change your mind?"

"No, I certainly have not. I just didn't mean to be so rude, that's all."

"I'm a little chilly," she said. "Can we talk in the cabana while I dry off?"

"Uh, yes, I guess," Art replied. Before he could change his mind, she was opening the door and stepping in.

Art followed her reluctantly. He stood at the doorway as she walked to the bathroom and grabbed her towel.

"What was it you were going to say?" she asked as she dried her hair.

"I was just going to say that if ... well, you're welcome to swim," he stammered. "I didn't mean you couldn't, just that you, we..." Art stopped, and gazed wide-eyed.

Jennifer had casually reached back and undone her top. Her breasts tumbled out and settled into their natural, firm thrust, creamy-pale orbs capped with ruby nipples.

"Jennifer, what are you doing – you can't do that!" he exclaimed.

"Well, you don't expect me to dry myself with a wet bikini on, do you? Besides, it's not as if you haven't seen them before. Remember?" she said coyly, pushing her upper arms together, causing her breasts to swell forward.

Despite himself, Art couldn't tear his eyes away from her ripe mounds and the hardened nipples. His cock was now fully erect, bulging against the front of his pants.

"No, no Jennifer," he protested. "This can't happen again. I'm leaving." He started turning toward the door.

"But wait, Art, wait, please!" she said.

He stopped.

"Don't you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?" he replied. "It happened once but it will never happen again."

"Well, I want to talk about it." Jennifer was now drying her breasts, the towel pushing up the succulent, jiggling forms. "I want to talk about why it can't happen again," she said.

"Because I'm already in a relationship. With Lillian. I love Lillian."

"Lillian!" Jennifer said with a mirthless laugh. "Yeah, she really loved you. That's why she left you and ran off to New York. Left you and Paul when Paul was just a kid! You know he cried when he first told me about that? And Art, you used to be married to her. Now you're not. You can do whatever you want!"

Jennifer's words had a certain perverse, teenage logic to them. It was true – Lillian had done that; and they were no longer married.

"Though I have to admit, she's pretty hot," Jennifer said. "She even turns me on!" she added, running her hands up her breasts.

"What?" Art said.

"You know, I saw you guys fucking once."

"What?! When?" Art said, refusing to believe it.

"One night when we came back early, and there you two were in the living room going at it like a pair of horny teenagers. Pretty funny, huh? The teenagers catch the grown-ups having sex!"

Art just stared at her incredulously, unable to process any of this.

"Anyway," Jennifer was saying, "you're lucky, because she looks like an incredible fuck, — that fabulous ass and her big boobs! But that doesn't mean you can't fuck me, too."

Art managed to recover the power of speech.

"But what about Paul? He loves you."

"You let me worry about Paul," she said. "He's a big boy." Then, she casually slid her bikini bottoms off the rounded swell of her rear end and allowed them to drop to the floor, revealing her shaven pubic mound, with its pink, swollen labia.

"I'm turned on, and so are you," she said, glancing down at his erect shaft, visible against the front of his shorts. "You want to do it again. Your big cock gives you away."

"No, Jennifer!" Art said fervently, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"My pussy's all wet again. Are you really going to leave me here like this? It's so unfair," she said, pouting. She reached down and slid her forefinger between her labia. She lifted it to her mouth and closed her lips around it. "Mm-hm," she said, nodding. "It really wants you! And I'll bet it's a lot tighter than hers."

Art started in disbelief. This young girl was nothing but pure, unalloyed sensuality, exerting a hypnotic pull on him; drawing him like the entrancing call of a siren. His shaft was so hard it threatened to burst from his pants. God, he did want to fuck her. To slide the head of his cock between those wet, pink labia and thrust it once again into that warm, tight cunt.

"And you really want it." said Jennifer, glancing down at his groin with a provocative smile.

She turned and walked toward the love seat.

Art stared after her, wanting to shout at the little vixen to get out of his house, to get out of it right now. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off her sensuously undulating buttocks, remembering the way she had flung them back against him, their convulsions against his loins as she came. He felt himself losing control again, and a low moan of self-loathing died in his throat. He was in the thrall of a girl young enough to be his daughter!

Now, Jennifer was putting her knees up on the loveseat, just as she had the previous time, parting her thighs, slowly arching her back to lift her sex to his gaze.

She looked back at him. "Come and get it," she said.

Her lewd posture and profane invitation sent Art's mind into a whirlpool of desire. Oh Christ, it's happening again and I can't control it! He wanted her desperately; only one thing mattered now — the frantic need to drive himself into that incredible young cunt.

He strode quickly over to her, his hands moving up to unbutton and pull off his shirt, down to undo the front of his shorts and slide them and his boxers off, causing his engorged member to spring forward, the lubricated head pointing lewdly toward the teenager's open vagina.

"Mm-hmm," she said with approval, looking down at his pulsing member and arching her back further.

Without any preliminaries, he positioned his shaft between the slippery labia and thrust forward, burying his cock into her slick channel.

"Ooooohh!" she gasped.

He pulled slowly out, watching her labia open, and then slid back in, seating himself in the tight grip of her pussy. He waited for a moment, the sight of his cock buried between those voluptuous buttocks adding a lurid thrill to the act.

But he couldn't wait; the pressure in his scrotum was too great. He began to drive powerfully into her.

"Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh" she moaned, each time she felt him against her cervix.

As he bored into her, Art pulled the moaning teenager's hips back against him to ensure maximum penetration. Within a few minutes, he'd brought her to her first orgasm. He watched the brown ring of her anus tighten and release with each successive wave of bliss.

He reached down and dipped his index finger in her slippery juices. As he thrust into her, more slowly now, he circled her anal opening with his lubricated finger and then slid it into her up to the second knuckle.

"Mmmm!" Jennifer moaned encouragingly as the lewd act sent a licentious thrill through her young body.

Art began sodomizing her with his finger, sliding it deep into her each time he pulled his cock back.

"Oh, God, God, yessss, yesss, that's so ... ohhhh, yesssss ... do it ... so good," Jennifer moaned salaciously.

Art reached over to the table next to the loveseat and picked up the bottle of suntan oil, popping the cap and pouring some of the viscous liquid onto his thumb. Jennifer gasped as she felt it slide into her anus. Art continued to fuck her in both orifices, moving his cock slowly in and out of her as he slid his thumb into her anus in reverse synchrony with his thrusts. He could feel his thumb gradually stretching and lubricating the tight ring of her sphincter.

A sudden, libidinous surge raced through him as his conscious mind acknowledged what this had been leading up to.

He was going to fuck this little slut in the ass!

He reached over again for the bottle of suntan oil.

God, is he thinking about that? Jennifer wondered. The thought of that huge organ buried in her ass gave her a licentious thrill, although she felt some trepidation about his size.

Art pulled his hardened shaft out of her.

"Hey!" Jennifer said in protest, looking back at him. She saw him dribbling the oily lubricant along the length of his cock and knew immediately that she'd been right.

"Oooh, you dirty man!" she said.

Then she turned her head away and slowly lowered her hips.

He looked down, marveling that this wanton teenager had deliberately positioned herself to be sodomized. He began, mesmerically, to slide the head of his cock over Jennifer's anus, transferring the oil, causing her to twitch in delight.

Art adjusted his stance, pressing the heavy knob of his cock against her illicit entrance. His finger and thumb had opened her up to a degree, but his outsized cock needed a larger entrance. He pushed harder and the lubricated shaft began to force the constricting ring of her sphincter further and further open. Jennifer gasped as she felt the huge organ begin to penetrate her.

"Ohhh, ohhh, God you're so big!" she gasped.

But Art wasn't going to let anything hold him back now. He was going to get his cock into this young vixen's incredible ass and fuck her until his balls were empty.

He pushed slowly forward, increasing the pressure. Abruptly, her sphincter gave way and the head slid deliciously into the ring of her tight, warm anus.

Jennifer groaned in mixed lust and pain as she felt the big shaft violate her.

Resisting the almost overwhelming urge to thrust his cock deep into her, Art pressed slowly forward, watching the huge organ slowly disappear into the forbidden entrance between her spread buttocks.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" the dark-haired girl moaned in masochistic delight.

Art grasped her hips, pulling her slowly back against him, until half of his rigid cock was buried in the warm depths of her rectum. He paused, leaning forward to reach down under her to cup and squeeze her breasts, tweaking her swollen nipples as he allowed her to become accustomed to his invading shaft. She moaned as the rolling motions of his fingers and thumbs sent electric pulses of delight through her.

Art resumed his slow slide into her belly, now alternating between kneading her firm globes and squeezing their swollen tips. The lubricated shaft continued its steady journey into her until, finally, his thighs rested against her rear end, his big balls nested against her wet portal.

Art saw her arm moving, reaching down between her legs and groaned as he felt her hand close over his swollen balls, kneading them in silent encouragement.

Art began slowly to fuck the captivating teenager in the ass, pulling out no more than an inch and then sliding back in. Gradually, he increased the length of his strokes, reveling in the incredible tightness and warmth of her rectal walls around his rigid phallus. Her anus now fully dilated, he quickened his strokes, staying deep, his loins flattening her rounded buttocks with each inward thrust. Jennifer's head started to flail from side to side, reveling in her lewd sodomy, pushing back against his driving cock, feeling his big testicles slapping against her swollen labia. She knew she was close ... close to one of those dazzling orgasms you could only have with a cock buried in your ass.

"Yes, yesss!!" she cried, thrusting her rear end back against him as she felt her summit approaching.

"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee," she shrieked in pure bliss. Her orgasm began somewhere deep in her belly, flashed to her clitoris and exploded throughout her, sending paralyzing waves of pleasure through every nerve in her body.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she groaned as successive orgasmic waves ripped through her. Art stared down with licentious delight at her convulsing body, feeling her firm buttocks rhythmically contracting around his shaft as she climaxed. And he knew it would only be moments before he reached his own ecstatic peak, that burst of unbounded pleasure that would allow him to release the contents of his swollen balls into her tight, young ass.