I couldn’t believe my luck. I was only a hundreds yards into the woods and there was my neighbour, up against a tree, skirt round her waist, blouse open exposing two very large tits while some guy I’d never seen before hammered away at her cunt. I always carry my digital camera and managed to get off a few good shots before Rex caught the scent and went charging towards them barking like mad. They were trying to cover up as I retrieved the dog but I knew she’d recognised me.

A few days alter there was a ring at my door. “Mrs Reynolds, what can I possibly do for you?” Now Mrs Reynolds and I just didn’t get on. Ever since she moved in with her bullyboy husband I’d had problems. He was a long distance lorry driver and a drunk. Every time he was home, he’d have a night on the town then come home and knock her about a bit. Twice he and I had come to blows when I’d been forced to intervene at some unearthly hour of the morning, the last resulted in him being arrested and slung in jail over night. Instead of being grateful that I’d saved her skin, the bitch dropped all charges against him and filed a complaint against me. Thankfully it got thrown out of court but it did little for our relationship. Now she was standing on my doorstep.

It was the first time I’d ever really seen her close up and in daylight. She was about 40 and must have been a real looker in her younger days. Long blond hair and bright blue eyes but her greatest assets were her tits; they were enormous. “I err, I came to explain about Saturday,” she began.

“What’s to explain?” I said smugly, “you were being shagged up against a tree and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.”

She went deathly white. “Wh – err, what um, what are you going to do with the pictures?” she finally stuttered.

I played my ace. “That’s easy, I was planning to give them to your husband, then, after he’s killed you, he’ll get banged up for life and I can get some fucking peace and quiet!” I slammed the door in her face. The bell rang again. “Yes?”

“Look, I know I’ve been a bit of a bitch but can’t we work this out?”

“And just what did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well, I thought say £100 and you destroy the evidence.”

“Sorry? £100 pounds? I think you’ll find they’re worth a lot more than that.”

She reacted angrily. “OK, £500 but that’s it you arsehole, now give me the fucking photos.”

Well now, I don’t know about you but when some one starts to threaten me, it sort of puts my back up, especially when I’m holding all the cards. “Come in,” I said pleasantly standing to one side. She stepped into the hallway with a smug grin on her face. “I knew you’d see reason, now, where are they,” she said cockily reaching for her chequebook.

I grabbed her hair and flung her against the wall. “Now you listen to me you cock sucking little whore, if you want those photo’s it’s going to cost you more than money.” She stood there visibly shocked, trying to take it all in. “To start with you can show me your tits.”

Instead of opening her blouse as I’d envisaged, she shouted, “Fuck you,” and legged it out the door. I really thought I’d fucked up and spent the day waiting for the police to arrive but nothing happened.

By evening I decided to call her bluff. Waiting until her husband arrived home and taking a large buff envelope I knocked at her door. She opened it. “Good evening, is Mr Reynolds in please, I have a special delivery.” She went into complete panic. “Who is it?” a drunken voice yelled from within. “Nothing love, it’s just Sally Army collecting money.”

“Tell them to fuck off and get yer arse back in here, and shut that fucking door, you’re letting the heat out.”

“Oh my God, please, he’s been drinking and he’ll kill me, please I’ll do anything, look.” She undid her blouse and right there on the doorstep scooped both tits out and offered them to me. “Please, I’ll come round tomorrow when he’s gone to work, he’ll be away for three days and you can do what you like with me, pleeeeeeease.”

“OK. But I want you in stockings, suspenders, high heels, under the nipple bra, short skirt and see through blouse. Oh yeah, put some tarty make up on and shave the cunt, I hate getting hair in my teeth. I’ll pick you up at 7.” She stuffed her tits away just as her husband started to bellow again.

Her old man left around lunch time and I tried to imagine what was going through her mind as she got herself ready. At dead on seven I knocked the door. She opened it and peered round the gap. “Come in, quickly.” I entered the hall and she shut the door behind me. WOW! She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her make up was real tarty with thick black mascara and bright red lipstick. She was wearing a sheer black blouse which clearly showed her 40DD’s struggling to contain themselves in a shelf bra. The bra had a little ‘V’ shaped cut out where the nipples poked through. This was complemented by a short red silky skirt, seamed stockings and some very high heels. She stood leaning against the wall. “Well?”

“Very nice Mrs Reynolds, very, very nice.”

“The bedrooms up here, lets get it over with.” She started towards the stairs.

“Whoa, not so fast, I thought we could head for the woods, seeing as you like outdoor sex so much.” Now she was completely flustered. “I can’t go out looking like this!” I grabbed a long coat from the closet and threw it at her. “Here, put this on then.” We took her car with me driving and her looking extremely uncomfortable in the passenger seat. “Loose the coat.” She shot me a look but as instructed removed the coat and threw it in the back seat. “Good, now lift the skirt, I want to see your stockings.” She hiked the skirt up round her waist revealing a skimpy pair of black transparent panties covering a freshly shaven cunt. “Hmm, very nice, why don’t you play with it.” She started to protest but I simply held up the envelope. “It’s up to you, either you do exactly as I say or I make sure your old man sees these.” Very reluctantly she opened her lovely long legs and started to caress her pussy.