Chapter 5

Unlike her beautiful, sex-starved teenage daughter Sarah, Judy Colte hated to be alone.

Unfortunately for Judy, it seemed lately that she always was alone – alone, and for the most part, ignored. She felt helpless and miserable, and perhaps more importantly, trapped. She supposed that it was really no one's fault but her own ... but that didn't make her feel any better.

How did I ever get in this mess? Judy found herself wondering. Not that she thought her life was a complete disaster – after all, she had four beautiful teenage children of whom she was extremely proud – but she certainly never expected her life to unfold the way that it had. She certainly never would've imagined what her life would eventually become back when she'd just been slim, quiet, Judy Woodhead, the mousy girl with the thick glasses who'd graduated a year early from Patriot High School ... and at the top of her class, no less. Back then, her future had looked bright indeed.

Judy had been well on her way to graduating from Central State University with a double degree in finance and economics. Some of her professors said she had a rare, incredible gift for understanding numbers, like no one they'd ever seen before ... and then she'd met Martin Colte during her junior year at the university. He'd been in one of her advanced finance classes, a senior a year ahead of her, always sitting in the back of the classroom and just struggling to pass the class ... and also tall, lanky, and devilishly handsome. She'd offered to help tutor him. Instead, he'd asked her out to get some coffee.

And that was how it started.

Martin had swept Judy off her feet in a whirlwind romance ... which, Judy realized in hindsight, wasn't really saying all that much. She'd only been asked out on a handful of dates prior to meeting Martin, and they'd all gone disastrously bad. So the simple fact that Martin smiled at her, complimented her, and said all the right things to her that made her heart flutter inside her chest. It hadn't taken much for her to fall head over heels in love with him. And when he'd proposed to her right after he'd graduated, she'd eagerly said yes – even though he'd insisted that she drop out of school so they could start a family, even though he planned to continue on to law school and become an attorney.

I have some very rich and powerful friends, Martin had told Judy. Once I pass the bar, I'll be working for them as their private lawyer ... and then we'll be set for life. We'll never have to worry about money or anything else, ever again. All our dreams will come true. You'll see.

Judy had nodded eagerly in agreement.

She just hadn't realized that Martin really meant his dream when he'd said the word ours.

The first few years of wedded bliss had been good, if not exactly exciting. As Martin promised, he'd made his way through law school, though Judy suspected he passed most of his classes because of the influence of his very rich and powerful friends, rather than by studying diligently and working hard. And, indeed, once he'd gotten his law degree and passed the bar, they'd moved into a wonderful ranch house in an affluent suburb, with a pool and hot tub out back, and with luxury cars in the garage. In just about every room in the house, life was beautiful for Judy and Martin and their growing family.

Every room but the master bedroom.

Martin and Judy rarely had sex the first few years they were married – once a month, if that – and after their fourth child Bobby was born, they stopped being intimate altogether ... and that certainly wasn't what Judy wanted. And what made it worse for Judy was that it wasn't like Martin had some little fling on the side, a mistress who was willing to do all the kinky things that his boring, vanilla wife wouldn't. Judy hadn't been terribly sexually experienced when she'd married Martin ... but she was willing to do whatever her husband wanted in the bedroom. The trouble was, Martin didn't want to do anything there but sleep – not with Judy, not with anyone. Martin's true love was the courtroom, winning cases and making money. Everything else was a distant second to that love ... and Judy was reasonably sure than she was even further down the list than that.

Martin hadn't even looked at her in anything resembling a loving or romantic way in over eight years, maybe more, let alone touched her in any manner that could be called intimate. And the few times she'd tried to rekindle any sort of romance always ended badly. As far as her husband was concerned, she was his accountant and financial advisor, nothing more. And she certainly wasn't allowed to ask him questions about his clients, or what work Martin actually did for them. She had some ideas of what was going on, of course – after all, she'd seen some of the names of his clients in the news, usually attached to some rather nefarious criminal activities – but the specifics were always a complete mystery to her.

The last time Judy had made the vain attempt to seduce her husband had been an unmitigated disaster. Are you kidding me? Martin had asked her that night, as he'd entered their bedroom. He'd said those words with a taunting, mocking laugh, staring at her with utter contempt as she lay there on their bed, trying to assume a seductive pose. She'd worn a black satin corset with pink bows and fishnet stockings for him, the corset cupless and revealing her big, firm breasts in spectacular fashion. The bedroom was lit with rose-scented candles, with soft music playing on the surround-sound stereo, the same music that had been playing in the restaurant on Judy's first date with Martin ... and none of it meant a damn thing to her husband.

I married you because you're good with finances and accounting, Martin had said. I thought you'd be a good mother, and because you look good on my arm at certain gala events ... in that order. Judy remembered hot tears welling in her eyes as he'd given her a withering look of disgust. And those reasons, my dear, are the only reasons that I married you. So put some fucking clothes on, before you make even more of an embarrassment out of yourself. You look completely ridiculous.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she'd gotten up and put on a robe, feeling as ridiculous as Martin had said ... and worthless as well. From that moment on, Judy had felt totally, utterly alone.

She'd thought many times about having an affair – even a cheap and tawdry one, even one that didn't mean anything, just so she could feel wanted, if not loved, for just a few hours – but she knew that just wasn't possible. For one thing, such things just weren't her style. She wasn't the type to cruise bars in a cocktail dress looking for some young stud to rock her world. She wouldn't know what to say, or what to do, and even if she did, Judy was terrified of what might happen if Martin caught her with another man. Sadly, she didn't think he'd personally care if she was actually fucking someone else, but she knew that her husband would never want the illusion of his picture-perfect marriage and family to be jeopardized. Considering the unsavory sorts of people that Martin did business with, Judy thought that a naughty little tryst with a pool boy might lead to herself and her hypothetical lover wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of a lake somewhere... might, but probably not, she kept telling herself uneasily.

Very uneasily.

So Judy spent a lot of lonely nights by herself.

"Hello... ?" Judy called out, as she entered the house. "Anyone home?" The sound of her high heels clacking against the hardwood floors echoed loudly through the foyer as she made her way to the main living room, telling her pretty much everything that she needed to know. Alone again, she thought wistfully. Bobby, she knew, was off at a friend's house playing video games. Adam and Chris were probably still at school, busily involved in one of their many activities there. And Sarah ... Judy simply didn't know what was going on with her sweet teenage daughter anymore. Ever since Sarah dumped her boyfriend earlier in the year, she'd been an emotional rollercoaster, depressed and sullen one moment, blissfully happy the next ... and oh so secretive, keeping herself isolated from the rest of the family as much as she possibly could. Judy had tried reaching out a few times to Sarah, to see if she was okay, but the only response she ever got was tight-lipped silence.

I worry so much about Sarah, Judy thought uneasily. She slipped off her shoes, biting her lower lip nervously. I hope she's okay ... that she's not involved in anything bad. Maybe I can get Chris to talk to her ... he seems to be the only person in this family she talks to anymore...

Judy stepped into the small hallway bathroom for a moment, feeling quite tired and exhausted, even though she really didn't feel like she'd done much of anything that day. She'd spent most of her time the same way she usually did, travelling by car between a couple of banks downtown, then sitting down in front of a computer at a tiny office in a seedy strip mall that Martin rented for her, where she worked on, well, things. She'd been doing this sorts of work for her husband since even before the twins were born, taking all sorts of payments to various offshore accounts, and moving them about in an elaborate shell game. Judy took all of Martin's myriad financial transactions and wove them together in a dizzying, byzantine tapestry, making it all but impossible for anyone going through the records to determine where any sort of money had come from, and where it had finally gone. Even Martin usually wasn't sure where his own finances were actually located, never mind which specific accounts they were in ... but it didn't matter to the crooked lawyer.

Judy knew where all the money was, and that was all that mattered to him. And Martin knew Judy would never, ever betray him, because she was too afraid to do so.

And Judy knew that as well.

And also knew – much to her own shame – that he was completely right.

Sighing, Judy splashed some water on her face, trying to freshen up and feel a little more ... well, alive. As she dried her face with a hand towel, she eyed herself critically in a mirror, trying to decide if any man would even consider her attractive anymore. She was a short, petite woman, her blonde hair cut short in a sensible, curly bob. She'd kept much of her slender figure, and didn't actually think she weighed too much more at thirty-eight than she had at twenty, when she'd started dating Martin ... although she knew that her hips and her bottom were a bit bigger and curvier than she would've preferred, and her breasts were much, much bigger after four children and eighteen years of marriage, though still round and quite firm. She'd noticed some of her sons' friends checking out her chest at times when they came over to hang out – some of them staring openly, their mouths open in admiration – so she was acutely aware that she had what the gawking teenage boys would call a big, spectacular rack.

And the rest of me isn't all that bad either, Judy decided, as she turned to examine her backside. Abruptly, she grinned at the sexy older woman she saw in the mirror... no, I'm not 'older', Judy decided, I'm a cougar. "Rawr," she growled at her reflection ... and then she burst out laughing.

Make that a crazy old cougar, Judy thought wryly. Still, she felt slightly pleased about what she was eying in the mirror ... and that made her feel a little bit better. Just a little bit, though. And she took some satisfaction in the fact that she'd aged far, far more gracefully than her husband Martin, who'd transformed over the eighteen years of their marriage from an athletic, handsome ladies' man into a hefty, sweating disaster, well over three hundred pounds of flabby flesh hanging from his once powerful frame. When Martin took her on rare occasions out to some formal event for his law firm or one of his clients, Judy was the one who still turned a few heads.

It was a small comfort ... but not much of one.

Drying her face, Judy headed off to the kitchen, hoping to get a quick bite to eat ... and some wine. Just a glass of wine before bed, Judy thought, or two, or three... She'd gotten used to it. With the children not around much anymore, and with Martin never around, a bottle of wine and a trashy romance novel was what usually kept Judy company on weekend evenings.

As Judy took a step towards the wine rack, she felt the toe of her high heel come down on something very small and hard. Looking down at the tile floor, she realized that she'd stepped on a small, red flash drive, no bigger than her thumbnail.

Curiously, she picked the drive up, twirling it between her fingertips as she stared at the little device. She knew it wasn't something that belonged to her husband Martin – he'd never be so careless as to drop something his important computer files, nor would he even use something so colorful – so she guessed it belonged to one of the kids.

Chris, maybe? Judy wondered, as she put the tiny flash drive down on the kitchen counter. Or maybe Bobby ... they're the ones good with computers. Much as she adored her daughter Sarah, she knew that the flighty blond teenage girl wasn't exactly the technical type ... nor was Adam, her athletic, easy-going jock of a son. I guess I'll just take a quick look at the files, Judy thought, if they're serious and insightful, the drive belongs to Chris ... if they're about video games and girls, it's probably Bobby's.

Judy uncorked a nice bottle of expensive Chardonnay wine, and poured herself a big glass of it. Holding the glass in one hand, she picked up the little flash drive in the other and walked slowly towards the offices Martin had built in the back of the house. Martin, of course, had the larger of the two offices – Judy's was an afterthought, barely bigger than a broom closet. Martin preferred Judy not to do any financial work in the house – "just to be safe", was the way he diplomatically phrased it – but he'd still given her a small area at home to do some of her financial magic undisturbed.

There wasn't much in the office besides a bookshelf, a small and spartan wooden desk, and two simple chairs, but Judy didn't mind. The office was one of the few things in the house that Judy truly could call her own. As grand and as beautiful as the rest of the house was, Judy never felt like it was hers – it was Martin's, just something pretty and expensive that he could show his clients and business partners.

Kind of like me, Judy thought glumly. It was why she liked her office so much – maybe it wasn't so pretty, but at least it didn't seem as fake as the rest of her house ... or her marriage. She reached down to the desk, looking at the small cluster of framed pictures she kept there, rearranging them idly as she gazed at them. All the pictures were of her and her amazing children, who she loved more than anything. She supposed she needed to be grateful to Martin for at least that, if nothing else. We have such incredible, beautiful, loving children...

Sitting down at her desk, Judy slid the unmarked flash drive into her laptop. A rather large directory of files popped onto her screen, mostly pictures, but some video files as well. The main directory was labeled "K9", while most of the folders, subfolders, and files beneath it were all labeled "S&D", "S&D&C", or some other slight variation of those letters. Curiously, Judy moved the little arrow on her computer screen onto one of the video files – one called "S&D LR HOT" – and double clicked on it.

Judy's wine glass fell to the floor, shattering under the desk and spilling red liquid onto the carpeting. She didn't even notice. Instead, Judy's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief.

On her computer screen, she saw Sarah – her precious, sweet, Sarah, her beautiful and wonderful teenage daughter – down on her hands and knees in the living room, dressed in a slutty French maid's outfit with the bosom cut out, completely exposing the teenage girl's ripe, luscious tits. Sarah was being mounted and savagely fucked by their monster of a Labrador retriever.

And judging from the lewd, happy grin on her daughter's face ... Sarah didn't mind it one tiny bit.

"Oh, good doggie... good doggie," Sarah breathed with ragged excitement, her pert tits jiggling about wildly as Duke's thick, angry red cock jackhammered in and out of her dripping snatch. "Fuck me ... fuck me like the dirty slut I am... oooHHHHH!!!! Yeah, boy, make me cum... mmmMMMFFFF!!!!!"

Quickly, Judy switched off the video. Her mind reeled with confusion, utterly dumbfounded, trying desperately to make sense out of what she'd just seen. Maybe it's a joke ... a hoax? Judy thought weakly. Something fake? It has to be fake ... has to...

... except, deep down, Judy just knew that it wasn't fake at all. Her eyes gazed in horror at the screen of her laptop, looking at the rows and rows of picture and video files listed there. There were literally hundreds of files on the little flash drive, maybe even more. And while Judy could somehow convince herself of one fake file made of her daughter fu ... doing things, with Duke ... she saw the never-ending lists of "S&D" – Sarah and Duke, no doubt – and just knew what those files would be.

And that the hundreds and hundreds of those files were very, very real.

She must have a boyfriend again, Judy thought wildly, as she shook her head in disbelief. One way more awful than that slimy boy Tommy, although... Judy took a deep, nervous breath. And he's taking pictures and videos of Sarah ... fucking a ... Duke ... fucking a dog ... FUCKING A DOG!!!!!

And to Judy's utter surprise, she found that notion just incredibly hot. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd just seen, the vile, perverse images of what her daughter had been doing indelibly burned into her brain. In particular, Judy couldn't help but think of the lewd, perverse look of utter bliss on her pretty daughter's face as Duke fucked her ... and, as obscene at it was, how absolutely happy the big Labrador retriever made Sarah. The depraved blonde teenage girl looked like she couldn't any be happier, being fucked hard by the big dog, her pretty blue eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she came wetly all over the Labrador retriever's pistoning prick, the dog probably spurting hot, lovely cum deep into her daughter's pretty pussy as she came...

Judy's hand trembled as she clicked on another video file.

She watched it. All of it. Her eyes went wide with disbelief, but they never, ever left the screen.

And when it was finished, she watched another, and another.

And still another.

I shouldn't be watching this, Judy thought helplessly, as she clicked on yet another video of her daughter being fucked by a dog, it's wrong ... I shouldn't... But yet, as much as Judy knew she should be horrified and revolted by the depraved images on her laptop, she wasn't. Instead, to her utter shame, they aroused and excited her, immensely so. The sight of Duke's enormous cock sliding in and out of her daughter's cunt was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen. Her heart raced inside her chest as she watched Sarah's sopping pussy creaming over the dog's glistening shaft, over and over again, crying out time after time in shameless, lust-filled ecstasy as the big canine brought the teenage girl to one filthy, glorious orgasm after another...

" ... I wish that was me," Judy whispered hoarsely, after many, many minutes passed, her eyes glassy and wide with unashamed jealousy. She wasn't even aware that she'd spoken out loud. "You're so lucky, Sarah ... I wish that Duke would fuck me, too..."

Suddenly, Judy heard the sound of breathing coming from the hallway. She looked down, feeling incredibly flustered and embarrassed. She realized that while she'd been watching the videos of her daughter Sarah and Duke ... her hand had been lightly rubbing her panties through the fabric of her polka-dotted dress. And that her cotton panties were absolutely drenched with desire ... and with an insistent need. Nervously, she looked over her shoulder, slowly closing her laptop as she did so, not wanting anyone to see the perverted videos to which she'd just been shamelessly pleasuring herself.