He really doesn't have a choice.

Mark calmly replied as he punched in the numbers on his cell phone. “Brad. Get yourself together. If anything goes wrong, pictures will be left on the kitchen table. Now concentrate. I want to watch her masturbate.” Just then Brad, Sarah, and Mark all heard the house phone ringing. Mark muted his end, sticking the phone in his shirt pocket and focused his camera towards the pool. Sarah lowered her book, apparently annoyed at the interruption. She placed the book on the table by the lounge, and retrieved the ringing wireless receiver. Mark listened in to the conversation.

“Hello?” Sarah questioned.

“Hey Sweetie, it’s me,” Brad responded in an obviously strained manner, trying hard not to sound strained. “I just wanted to call and say hi.” The small talk pleasantries ensued for the next minute as Sarah was surprised by the unusual phone call. Brad then asked what she was doing, and Sarah honestly answered that she was in the middle of a romance novel. He then asked what she was wearing as Mark smiled and snapped a picture. She told him that she was wearing her light blue sundress. Brad instantly knew which one, as it was one of his favorites. Mark grew increasingly confident that Brad was putty in his hands and would try his best to perform his task.

Brad shocked Sarah when he asked if she was wearing panties. “Of course,” she snapped, startled that he should ask such a question. Brad, sensing her shock, instantly tried to soothe her, saying that whenever she wore that sundress, it made him horny as hell. Mark watched as Sarah softened and giggled silently, looking down at her attire. Brad told her that he always wished she didn’t wear panties with that outfit. “Are you okay,” she inquired, sensing Brad’s weird behavior. Brad assured her he was fine. He was just feeling rather horny thinking of her in that sundress. Sarah slumped down into the chair as Brad continued talking. Mark snapped another great photo.

As the conversation went on Sarah became aware of her husband’s aroused state. She was becoming giddy as he whined. Meanwhile, Brad was staring at the photos of Jenny as his innuendos became more direct. Mentally, Brad was replacing Jenny’s image with Sarah’s in the lewd photos. Brad then crossed the line, telling Sarah he wanted her to do something nasty with him. Sarah giggled loudly, half knowing what he was about to say. Brad said he wanted her to masturbate with him. Still giggling, Sarah told him to hold on while she went inside. Brad quickly snapped out of his dreamy state and told her to stay where she was, worried that she may run into the third party listening in. Sarah was again shocked by her husband’s very odd behavior. “You want me to stay outside and play with myself? What if someone sees me?” Brad, thinking quickly, countered that it wouldn’t be fair since he ran a greater risk of someone barging into his office.

Sarah shook her head in disbelief as she quickly scanned the perimeter, checking the privacy fence for any holes or gaps, or any beady eyes peering over the top. Seeing nothing, Sarah relaxed into the recliner once more, now lazily dancing her fingers over her swelling bosom as she breathed heavily into the receiver. Mark began snapping pictures more frequently, knowing that things would progress faster now. He captured Sarah’s nipples as they hardened into visible bumps on her flimsy top. Mark listened, watched, and shot pictures of Sarah slowly lowering her shoulder straps, pulling her arms free of the dress. The sheer fabric continued to hide Sarah’s bountiful assets as her free hand danced across the exposed flesh, pushing the fabric lower and lower by infinitesimal amounts, slowly tantalizingly teasing herself and Mark to fevered heights. Mark reached down and freed his raging boner, stroking it slowly with his free hand, keeping the other on the camera. After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah’s tits were exposed to the bright sunlight of the day and Mark’s camera. Mark breathed a heavy sigh feeling his cock twitch when he spotted the nearly inch long, pinky thick nipples come into clear view. He was glad no one could hear his moans as Sarah pinched, twisted and pulled her nipples into hardened peaks. Sarah’s chest was rising and falling faster as her breathing quickened. The conversation between the two became noticeably less coherent, filled with grunts, groans, and heavy breathing. The vocabulary became more profane as each passing minute transpired. Mark was shafting his rod at a quicker pace also as Sarah pulled up the hem of her dress showing off her light blue French-cut panties. Mark was grateful for the wonderful vantage point he acquired. Sarah was oblivious to his presence as she was lost in her husband’s world of weirdness, sensing her growing need to climax. She delved her fingers beneath her panties, running her middle finger along the moistened slit. Mark continued snapping away as Sarah’s finger pressed more insistently on each pass until her pussy lips opened, welcoming the persistent invader. Sarah groaned quite audibly as her finger sank into the wet hole. She pumped the finger several times before pulling her wet finger from the confines of her panties. With Brad’s encouragement, she rolled the panties off her hips, raising her ass off the lounge as she did so. Mark got some wonderful pictures of Sarah’s well-trimmed strawberry muff as the panties were freed from around her ankles. Sarah quickly returned to attending to her aching cauldron of need, with her dress bunched up around her abdomen. Sarah was now lost in a haze of lust induced by her husband and the erotic novel she had been reading. Painted images of her with Brad flashed through her brain as he described what he would do to her. When Brad stopped to gather his breath and breathe heavily, Sarah’s mind was filled with images of her doing similarly evil and wicked things with the hunk in the novel. Fantasy and reality merged together into an indistinctive mass as Sarah pumped more furiously, nearing the explosion she desperately needed. Brad meanwhile was nearing his explosion as he continued staring at the photos of him and Jenny slammed together on the hood of his car, riding her like a pony. Mark, too, was getting ever closer, feeling his balls boil with excitement as his clenched fist whirred back and forth along the length of his prick. Moments later, both Sarah and Brad, grunted in unison as they achieved their desired goal. Both were bucking wildly against their hands as their bodies exploded. Mark stayed just long enough to capture a couple quick shots before feeling his lava rise from the core of his universe. Panicking somewhat, Mark quickly looked around for someplace to shoot his pending pistol shot. He spotted a kitchen towel near the sink and shot his abundant spurts into the designer drying towel. After doing so, he chuckled, amusing himself with such a clever token of his presence. He shot a picture of the pool of cum, slowly being absorbed into the towel before folding it back and placing it back on the counter.

Mark quietly and quickly slipped out of the house as Sarah slumped, exhausted into the sunlit chair, naked, sweating, and panting heavily. Mark continued to listen as they both recovered. Sarah giggled insistently reiterating how naughty she felt, putting the dress back on but remaining pantiless, as she ended the conversation with her husband. They said their ‘I love you’ s before she hung up. Brad remained on the line, waiting to hear something from his voyeuristic blackmailer.