I try to end it

My pussy soaking wet while, paradoxically, my mind was sickened with how fucked up this situation was. I tried to form a plan. I wanted Kyle completely out of my life at this point, work-be-damned. I couldn't just brake his phone nor could I confront him. He'd just deny it all, a fight with Nick would insue and then the police would probably get involved and in the end, all it would achieve is ruining Pat and Heidi's evening.

I looked in the mirror then quickly took my shirt off. My bra was unceremoniously next and the sight of my bare breasts in the mirror and most likely on his phone made my nipples unwillingly stand up. My shorts and panties hit the floor and I kicked them along with my sandals.

The thought of Kyle sitting on his bed masturbating intruded into my mind and my pussy throbbed at the sick thought. 'What is wrong with me,' I thought as I bent over and took my suit out. I quickly pulled the bottom piece of the bikini on then pulled the top on, arranging them as I went.

Then the thought of Pat sitting on his bed masturbating watching this popped into my mind. I looked in the mirror and shrugged, thinking, 'Maybe some good can come out of this... more ammunition against Kyle in any case.'

Then I walked out of, what I assumed was the camera's shot and sat on the toilet next to the hamper. After a moment, I decided to hell with it and picked up the phone. The screen icon showed that the phone was unmistakably set to record video. Another wave of nausea hit me. I fought back the bile and hit the stop button.

'Save, Delete, Forward,' showed on the screen. I hit the forward button and started typing in Pat's home e-mail. It auto-filled and a picture of his laughing face came up.

Then a knock on the door startled me, "You ok in there Jen?" Pat's voice came through.

My mind scrambling as I fumbled a reply, "Y-yeah, new suit. Just making sure there aren't any tags sticking out of my butt." I bit my lip at the shakiness in my voice and stupidity of my response.

Pat chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it, we're all friends here. Besides, you don't think I would be looking at tags right?" There couldn't have been a worse time for sexual teasing from her workplace crush to come out tonight.

Not thinking I typed in my thoughts while trying not to sound like me before I could chicken out. 'Thought you might like to see this.'

I hit send, swallowing and feeling a flood in my pussy as I knew there was no way to stop Pat from seeing my naked body now. The screen came up and I hit forward again and started typing in my home e-mail. To my surprise it auto-filled and a picture of my legs, while I was sitting in my office chair, came up. I looked closer and could see right up my skirt. Swallowing the vomit that was trying to come up once more I typed the damning lines.

'I want to see more,' in the subject line and, 'If you don't want Nick to see we need to talk,' as if he was trying to **** me.

I hit send, saved the video then brought up the notes page and typed; If even so much as breath in my direction again I will fuck up your life so bad you will wish you weren't born a perverted little boy.

Another knock came and this time Nick's voice came through, "You almost done hun? I need to go."

I set the phone down, put the towel on it, swallowed the lump in my throat and said, "Yeah, just a bit nervous."

I got up and opened the door and the look on Nick's face would have been absolutely priceless... if the situation had been any different I would have gladly let him do exactly what he was thinking. I put my best actress face on and said, "Is this ok?"

He walked in, closed the door and turned me towards the mirror, standing behind me. He ran his hands over me saying, "My God you are so fine." My list reasons for not letting my husband follow through were getting shorter by the second, I loved what this mans hands could do for me but I couldn't shake the memory of the video. Mixed feelings of Kyle entered my mind at the same time as my earlier fantasy of Nick and Pat started turning into Kyle and Pat... Then it hit me. I sent that video to Pat! Oh my God, what have I done?

Nick misread the look on my face and said, "You are beautiful Jen, don't worry about the other people out there. Just think of them as here to swim and only my eyes being on you." His hand ran down over my pussy and I realized he'd feel how wet I was if I let him continue. God, I wanted him to continue! But I could not shake the sense of horror and dread of the reality of I had just done. Why did I do that and why did I leave that threat for Kyle? What was I thinking? I've made things a hundred times worse.

I smiled weakly, slipped his grasp and walked out. "Later," is all I managed before I had to shut the door. I leaned against the door and the weight of what I had just done washed over me momentarily and I almost lost it. There was no way I could have grabbed the phone without Nick seeing. What was Pat going to think when he saw the video? How would Kyle react to my threat? Would Pat openly ask Kyle about why he sent a video of me he never made? These questions just kept racing through my mind.

Then I saw Kyle standing in the kitchen, his eyes tearing at the last scraps of cloth that covered his view. My jaw and resolve hardened as I gave him the darkest look I have ever given someone in my life. 'Maybe I'm over thinking this. Maybe he will finally back off and I'll never have to deal with those eyes again,' I thought. Those thoughts soon turned to Pat and what he would see... 'Maybe the teasing will stop and something else might happen...' the thought made me shiver even as I felt Kyle's eyes boring into my half revealed ass.

It was not like I was unhappy with Nick, in fact, our marriage was rock solid. But lately... It's like I'm back at high school with my hormones racing through me. When exactly did I start feeling like this? Nick and I have always joked about swinging and I've always teased Pat at the office but this was starting to go way beyond that.