Chapter 6

Another month passed without much to write about but filled with my rising anticipation for the fourth to arrive. Ness was home on days off this month, and she seemed as excited as I was to see Tanya’s next picture. I’d rechecked the calendar and found this written: “Four over nine. Stay with her two more days, and it will be...?” After that, she wrote ‘69’ as if that wasn’t already blatantly obvious.

The mailman arrived in due course, and I signed for another letter. Taking it into the kitchen where Ness waited, I slid the photo out and tucked it into my trousers behind my back. Then holding the envelope and letter, I affected a sad face and said, “No picture this month. Just a note.”

“What? No!” Ness denied. “There must be a picture there somewhere. Maybe the postie took it? What does the note say?”

“This is how you’ll first see me when you enter the hotel room,” I read from the note.

“Then there has to be a photo!” Ness emphatically stated. “I bet that old perverted postie took it! Probably going to masturbate over it!”

I grinned, “And, my love,” I said. “What exactly do you do when you sneak my folder out of my filing cabinet?”

Vanessa refused to answer, of course, but her blush told me all, so chuckling, I sat beside her so we could both see the picture for the first time together. When I placed the photo on the bench, Ness exclaimed, “Asshole!” but swiftly bent her head to see. This picture only showed Tanya from her bare shoulders up. But she looked adorably up at the photographer, making it clear she was kneeling before him.

“OhMyGod!” Ness moaned, each word clearly enunciated and spaced.

“Yup!” I thought.

It was my turn to take my wife lustfully, but I didn’t take her from the kitchen. Instead, I pulled Ness to her feet, pushed her upper body flat onto the bench top, pulled her skirt above her toned ass, smacked it, pushed my sweatpants down my thighs, positioned my aching cock at her entrance, and shoved into her.

“Do me hard and fill my cunt, lover!” Vanessa demanded, already shuddering as several petite orgasms washed over her.

Two orgasms for me, and many for my wife later, I sagged back onto the stool, my limp dick falling from her drooling pussy. Ness lay in position for a bit longer as she reached between her legs and slid her fingers into her cum filled cunt. Then, wiping my cum from her pussy to her ass, she rimmed herself before sighing through one last petite orgasm.

“I’m not going to last three seconds when I’m finally with her,” I muttered.

“By the time your twenty-four hours are up, I’ll have rubbed my clit off from jilling myself thinking about what you two are doing,” Ness confessed.

During the weeks following September the fourth, I fantasised about the coming May and my looming encounter with my best friend’s beautiful daughter and wondered how he felt about our planned night together. Worried that going through with it might permanently damage our friendship, I considered pulling the plug on my planned dalliance with Tanya.