Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"If you're not holding me responsible, then why did you take all those pictures?" Natalie challenged evenly.

"That's my business," the director answered, but the young teacher caught instinctively the hint of uncertainty in his voice. The answer was a weak one, and she felt if she probed further, she could get to the real motive.

"And mine," she said quickly. "The pictures are of me, remember? And I know you didn't take them for photography class."

Stuart cocked his eyebrow in Natalie's direction. His face wore an expression that was purely speculative, as if he was mulling over the various possibilities in his mind. It was a long time before he spoke, and the teacher was becoming scared that maybe she had demanded to know too much.

Finally, the Camp Director inhaled deeply and sighed. "Well, Natalie," he said, "it seems that you're not going to give up. I want to remind you that I warned you not to ask…"

"Okay, okay," she replied impatiently, "just tell me!"

"I took the pictures on commission, you might say… for a client."

The young wife was beside herself with confusion. She waved her arms futilely in the air, as her mouth opened and closed as if she was trying to speak. When she did, her voice was choked and strained, "A client? Y-you mean someone is b-buying pictures of me? Who? Why? How did they know where to find me? God, Stuart, wh-what's going to happen to them?"

"Shh, not so fast," Stuart soothed. "No one's buying the pictures yet…"

"Yet?" Natalie's face suddenly twisted into a horrified expression of comprehension. "Are th-they for… blackmail?"

The Camp Director smiled indulgently at the woman's naive and innocent fear. "No, they're not for blackmail. I told you not to ask… It's a private arrangement between me and… a friend of mine. My friend has no intention of hurting you, Natalie…"

"God!" she cried out in sudden frenzy. "Who? Wwwhhhooo?!"

"Mark."

Natalie's face drained of all color and her body seemed to freeze in mid-step where she had been pacing the room. She pressed her lips together resolutely to stutter, "M-M-Mmm-?"

Stuart nodded. "Mark… He asked me to take the pictures…"

In the semi-privacy of her bedroom, the confused wife tried to sort things out in her mind. She knew that Stuart Brooks was hovering just outside the door in the hallway, but at least he wasn't in the room to see her slumping into the mattress of her bed. Mark! Her first reaction was that it was impossible. How could her own husband ever want to share her with anyone, if he really loved her? And even if he didn't mind sharing her, why would he want to see the lewd, incriminating evidence of color photographs? It just didn't make sense at all!

But the more she turned the idea over in her mind, the more Natalie became convinced that it was possible. Mark had been acting strangely ever since they had come up to Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys. First it had been Jason Powell. Natalie remembered how her husband had deliberately asked her what she had thought of him, even though he was supposedly only picking up a book. And then there had been Mark's inexplicable cooperation in the obviously pre-planned little expedition yesterday. She would have expected that her loving husband would have flatly refused to let her go up into the hills with six boys and a camera-toting adult lecher… but Mark had not only gone along with the plan, he had actually encouraged it!

"Well, that damn bastard!" she whispered huskily.

"You okay, Natalie?" came Stuart's question from out in the hall.

The woman's face was smoldering with gathering anger. He actually planned it! Mark really deliberately planned it! And after telling me we were coming up here to save our marriage! The gall! Her reply to the Camp Director was dark and sultry.

"I'm fine, Stuart darling… just fine," she purred in a syrupy voice. "Come in and see for yourself."

"Hmph!" the bachelor remarked in surprise. When Natalie had fled the living room a few moments ago, she had seemed on the verge of tears, but the voice from the bedroom was anything but tearful. Never one to miss an opportunity, he gently pushed open the door and went into Natalie and Mark Jenkins' private sleeping quarters.

The woman's mind was still racing vengefully, but her face was now calm and peaceful. She was lying on her side in a provocative pose, her long bare legs crossed sensuously and her camp blouse unbuttoned almost to the waist.

"Really, Stu, I'm fine now," she whispered silkily. "I'm so glad you told me the truth… It makes everything so easy, now…"

The Camp Director was a little shaken by the sudden change in her attitude. He stood in the doorway, saying, "Natalie, I don't think you quite understand Mark didn't…"

She raised a slender hand to silence him. "I understand, Stu. Honestly, I do. And I'd like to give you a little token of my appreciation for telling me." She motioned him to come sit beside her on the bed.

The older man confusedly stumbled over to the double bed, standing stiffly at the head. Natalie smiled a bewitching, moist-lipped smile and grasped his clammy hand to bring him closer, and then she reached forward to clasp his fly zipper with the other hand. Her husband's friend started uncomfortably, but he didn't move away as the gorgeous, provocatively exposed young woman deftly removed his semi-hard penis from his shorts. She wrapped her slim hand around his huge masculinity and began to work it gently up and down, watching and feeling it grow gradually stiffer in her palm. Her eyes widened as the fat, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin as she manipulated his meaty cockshaft. As the Camp Director looked on incredulously, she pulled him even closer to the bed so that his thighs were resting against the edge of the mattress and his long excited cock was jutting proudly half-way across the pillow.

Natalie raised her pretty dark head. She slowly and tantalizingly opened her full red lips and let her tongue lap out teasingly in an obscene invitation to the man's now-pulsing cock. Stuart dared not move, for fear of startling the young woman and making her change her mind, but he could barely believe that this was the same woman who only ten minutes ago had professed to be the victim of a cruel gang-rape.

He didn't have long to wait, for Natalie inclined forward, opening her lips and immediately capturing the thick pole of flesh in her warm, saliva-moist mouth. She could feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with its pungent salty taste.

Brooks began a slow undulation of his hips against the mattress, his thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a wet sluicing sound. His hands reached down tentatively to tangle in her hair, but as she responded thrillingly, he gripped the billowing black strands tightly and pulled them hard so her head thrust forward involuntarily. A cocky grin spread over his face as he looked down and saw his penis disappearing into his friend's wife's mouth, and it made him even prouder to know that she had insisted on it. He reached down to the front of her blouse and loosened it from her camp shorts, yanking it crudely off her shoulders so he could see the fleshy mounds of her breasts through the thin, diaphanous lace of her brassiere. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his thick sword of flesh disappearing between her ovalled lips.

"Ssssshhhit!" he exclaimed in ecstatic amazement. "You sure do know how to give head, baby." Natalie began to run her tongue wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh of his cockhead, as her mind poured over her husband's betrayal. At first, her sultry, seductive manipulations of Stuart Brooks' cock had been offered in vengeance, as a deliberate punishment for her husband's deceit. But now, strangely, the young teacher began to feel a new emotion – the unmistakable arousal in her own loins. She began sucking to please, circling around the glans with her tongue and flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of the lubricating fluids seeping through from his rising excitement caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out slightly. She reached out to cup the soft wrinkled sac of his testicles gently with one hand, grazing her long fingernails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.