Chapter 2: Caught on Carl’s Cleaner’s Candid Camera

Dell and James were loudly and shrilly arguing that Carl’s arguments were unfair and unreasonable. I was just a visitor who had dropped in and although aware of the dishonesty of the assertion I initially supported it. Mistake number four.

Carl turned and smiled at me and produced his mobile again. This time he showed me a series of pictures with dates and times displaying me entering and leaving the cottage during my several visits.

“I hire a local woman to clean and keep an eye on the place” he said “and you have hardly been discrete!” His damned cleaner must have been a contender for “paparazzi of the year award” He took his time over several pictures showing me being kissed and blatantly fondled by both of the boys. He grinned and lingered over the latest one in particular which showed the three of us on the doorstep as we were about to enter the cottage and showed me pinned to the door frame by the two men, James was kissing my neck, his hands on my front, presumably on my breasts while Dell kneeling had visibly lowered my panties below my knees. What sort of phone could take photographs like this? Where had she been hiding to take these shots? Why wasn’t she working for one of the sleazy red-tops instead of being a nosy cleaner? Why had I let the boys behave in such a manner (answer: because I enjoyed it) There were others and I remembered he had mentioned “behaviour which could compromise the owners.”

As he switched from picture to picture he paused and smiled at me in a most unsettling manner each time at that one in particular. I occurred to me that it was so good it looked posed, I even doubted Dell and James for a moment and wondered whether they had set me up for some reason.

Carl was holding up the phone again and it was hunger in is eyes, not accusation and suddenly my mind flashed back to that very day. We had gone out into the countryside with a picnic although the boys weren’t interested in bears in the woods but me, bare in the woods. Unfortunately it was one of those days:

I would drive into an empty forestry commission car park or similar;

The boys would place a blanket on the table or on the grass;

The boys would spread me on the blanket;

The boys would carefully remove my clothing while kissing any bits of body they uncovered;

As they removed their clothing they took it turns to lick and kiss my breasts and down between my legs;

Somebody would walk, cycle or drive into the car park!

We would make a giggling retreat

We had no problem actually eating the picnic but there was no main course if you know what I mean.

We finally gave up for the day about mid afternoon and drove back to the cottage in a state of high sexual tension. It was a “my choice” session which meant I got to choose who did what to whom first. As I drove, I described to them what they were to do to me and the boys offered up little embellishments which by the time we reached the cottage served to push us from “tension” to “fever”.

Once there, I parked and ran squealing as they chased me up the path, catching me at the door. They were good at working as a team. James went high; biting my neck while his hands pushed my blouse and bra up away from my breasts. Dell went low; his hands up under my skirt to the waistband of my panties and sliding them down over my hips.

If my flailing hand holding the door key had not found the lock, they would have stripped me on the door step and given our unknown photographer a much more shocking scene. As it was I pushed the key into the lock and turned it. The door swung open and we just fell inside. They had me naked on the floor in seconds. James licked and nibbled my breasts while Dell already had his mouth fastened to my sex while his tongue probed deep up inside me. I had a “sweet release” orgasm in only a minute or two which meant that “my choice” was over. I think they may have cheated me out of my next “my choice” and I spent the next hour on the rug in the hall while they penetrated my body repeatedly wherever and in whatever order they chose.

It had turned out to be a nice day after all!

January - August 2014 - Carl – Ripe for the Plucking

“She offered her honour; He honoured her offer and he was on her and off her all night!”

Back in the present, I was feeling rather embarrassed at being caught in such a stupid attempt dishonesty. I had no actual shame at indulging in public sexual hi-jinx although Carl’s possession of the picture did give him, not a hold on me but an edge. I had a growing sense of guilt arising from sharing the responsibility for the falsehoods which was probably not really warranted and without really thinking about it I offered to help by paying for the shortfall between the actual payment and the rental for three people.

He still held up that picture and I could feel him watching my face as the memories flooded back. He seemed threatening in that he appeared to be aware of what made me tick. Perversely it attracted me too.

He responded by taking my offer to suggest that I was accepting equal liability for the bonds. I mentally quailed at the suggestion as during this period I was in the process of negotiating for a new home and quite short of money for other matters. I could ill afford unplanned expenditure on the the holiday rental, let alone the possibility of financial penalties,

Mistake number five, Instead of beating an ignominious retreat, I began to try negotiation with Carl. Dell and James had continued to shout and harangue and it was difficult to talk sensibly. I rashly turned to them and told them to keep quiet or wait downstairs and, in retrospect, accepting responsibility for the negotiation. Carl said they had broken their rental agreement and could “F^^^ off!”