The hot July sun was already bearing down by the time John and the boys finished loading the Jeep for three days of fishing and camping in the mountains. The chaos of their departure crescendoed with hugs from Cheryl all around before exhausting the first half of Friday morning.

Suddenly the house was wonderfully quiet, and Cheryl was alone. She opened Messenger to see if Tom was there. He appeared offline but Cheryl shot him an e-mail: “Tom, are you there?” No response.

Cheryl decided an alternative would be to take the pictures that Tom had been bugging her about. She had entered a cyber relationship with Tom three months earlier and it was still gaining intensity. He was smart, funny and a dazzlingly exciting cyber sex partner. CS with him was almost like dancing, subtle signals within context directing it seamlessly from one phase to the next as passion built. The lead would change. She was inventive and astonishingly uninhibited. He was forceful and commanding, occasionally revealing a sadistic side. That suited Cheryl just fine and provided a fillip to her daily life, so she offered only token and teasing resistance.

Cheryl had already sent Tom two sexy photos of herself: one headless picture in a black bikini, and another with her face turned from the camera, wearing a powder-blue camisole. A schoolteacher on summer break, Cheryl didn’t want to be recognizable in any erotic photos floating around the Internet. The second one was self-taken with the timer and selected from about 30 shots that took almost two hours to get. Her breasts, one of her best features, were Victoria’s Secret-perfect in that shot, with just enough nipple visible to evoke a powerful sexuality.

Cheryl hated taking pictures of herself. She was fully aware that, with all of the professionally photographed bodies online, any ordinary housewife faced considerable challenges looking attractive in static timer-taken photos. With the lighting in her bedroom, the challenge was even more formidable.

So when Tom began asking for more pictures, she didn’t actually promise to deliver, merely conceding that when the opportunity arose she might try to take some for him.

He then told her that he wanted one picture of her in a wet t-shirt and another of her reclining naked on a bed, with a gag and a blindfold to mask her identity. He was insistent and sweetly pushy about it over the course of a couple of conversations.

She naively thought she would shut him up by typing, “OK, if I get a chance I will take some during the summer, but you will never see them unless I get a few revealing photos of you.”

“You’re on,” was his response.

A few weeks went by without another mention until one day he asked if she had taken her pictures. He told her he did and he was anxious to send it to her, but not before she had hers.

She ignored his request. Having created a perfect image of him in her mind, she didn’t care about the reality. In subsequent conversations he would describe parts of his body: his arms, his thighs, his butt, his pecs, his stomach, even his cock. 

She found his detail exciting and her curiosity got the better of her. Today she would set up the tripod. She had previously purchased an extremely fine white camisole just for him, much more revealing than the blue one, even dry.

When she finished her morning coffee she went to get the family’s digital camera, but it was gone! “Of course,” she reminded herself, “the boys took the camera! Damn!”

She thought of Kate and Frank, her next-door neighbors. They had all kinds of camera stuff. She got Kate on the phone. Kate said, “Sure, no problem,” and Cheryl walked over. Kate gave her a brand-new compact digital camera, connection cable and a few instructions.

Just as she was going out the door Kate asked, “Pictures for a CS buddy?”

Cheryl flushed bright red and stammered, providing the answer.

“Well, have fun,” Kate said with a smile. “Oh, and in that case, use the digital video feature, then edit them to individual photos. Quality’s not as good but fine for online, and sure beats posing for a timer.” Then Kate offered, “Hey, I’m not doing anything, why don’t you let me take them by our pool?”

Cheryl paused and looked back at Kate.

“With your body I’m sure we could help you come up with some really sexy shots,” Kate assured her. “I have a big bottle of Chablis in the refrigerator. It would be fun!”

“You’re serious?” Cheryl asked.

“Of course I’m serious, we’ll cause your buddy to spontaneously combust at his computer. Now go get your sexiest suit,” said Kate.

When Cheryl returned with her stuff, they went right to the pool and drank wine while Kate set up a tripod on which she mounted a digital video camera. She explained she’d be using a good camera, but the video would give more options. Cheryl looked around, assuring herself that the trees, shrubs and fence gave them complete privacy.

Cheryl was wearing a light blue Lycra suit that was cut so low in the back and so high on the legs that there was no more covering her butt than there would have been with a bikini. It was so tight it might as well have been sprayed onto her body. Kate had also changed into a swimsuit, a stylish black tank.

Using a fancy digital SLR camera, Kate took a few quick shots of Cheryl on a lounge chair in various poses. They then viewed them on the computer. Kate coached Cheryl on a couple of the poses. “See this one where you’re sitting up with your back arched and your legs out in front?” she said. “You look really hot, but next time bend one knee a little and just turn away from the camera so we won’t need to crop your face.”

In minutes they were back by the pool, Cheryl again in the lounge chair, Kate directing her through a series of poses as she snapped pictures continuously. “That’s it, stretch a little now, good, you look so hot, turn away a little more, good, now arch your back and tilt your head.”

After about 50 shots they took a break, talking and drinking Chablis from cold glasses beaded with moisture. It was hot. Cheryl’s skin was beaded with perspiration. She picked up a towel and began to wipe herself. 

“Don’t” said Kate, “Leave it, the sheen on your skin will look great in the photos.” She stood up, looked through the video camera and turned it on. “Drop the top of your suit,” she said as she returned to Cheryl on the chair.

“For this next series I want to make your nipples hard and visible,” Kate answered.

Loosened by her two glasses of wine, Cheryl peeled off her shoulder straps and bared her breasts. “Oh, you lucky girl, what beautiful breasts!” Kate said as she reached over and stroked across the nipple of the closest one with the flat of her hand. Cheryl’s nipple responded by swelling immediately. Kate reached across with her wine glass and twirled the cold, wet side over Cheryl’s other nipple. Within a slow half revolution of the goblet the nipple was straining firm against itself. Kate then poured a trickle of cold Chablis over the first nipple and licked it away with a flick of her tongue, making it as firm as the other. Cheryl melted back into the lounge chair and gave herself to the pleasure. She combed her fingers into Kate’s hair. Kate set down her glass and nuzzled Cheryl’s breasts briefly before finding her mouth and kissing her at first gingerly, then more passionately, while massaging her breasts.

Suddenly she stopped, returned the suit straps to Cheryl’s shoulders and said it was time to take more pictures. Cheryl grew more openly sexual in these poses, and with occasional attention from Kate, her nipples remained prominently displayed through the Lycra for the whole series.

Glasses again refilled, they relaxed and talked about cybering. Cheryl found it easy to tell Kate about her new passion and exciting online partner. She didn’t see it as cheating on John, anymore than she considered John viewing porn videos as him cheating on her. Kate understood perfectly. Cheryl mentioned the SM aspect. Kate said she liked it on occasion and it really got Frank’s motor running when she promised to submit to bondage. “That’s what my CS lover, Tom, likes too!” Cheryl said. “Many of our sessions end up with me blindfolded and tied up or bound in some way.”

“It’s only CS, what’s the harm!” Kate said cheerfully.

Cheryl had also brought along a bright pink string bikini and the white camisole top. Kate suggested the bikini bottom combined with the camisole. “We can take a couple of pictures here, and then you can go in to the pool and we can get the wet-T shots you said Tom wants when you come out. Change right here, I’ll get some really sexy pictures while you do,” Kate said.

Three glasses of wine on an empty stomach made Cheryl sweetly compliant, and she began to do a little strip tease for the camera. It wasn’t long before she was looking and feeling radiantly hot in the thong and tight camisole, which came down to just above her navel.

Kate began again directing Cheryl, this time through a number of rapid dance-like movements that lent beautiful motion to Cheryl’s long hair, as well as a sense of weightlessness to her boobs as they heaved and swayed freely under the formfitting cotton.

Kate occasionally would gently pinch Cheryl’s nipples to regain their erectness. At one point she cupped Cheryl’s breasts from behind, pulling her against her own bosom. Then, reaching under the camisole, she rolled Cheryl’s nipples between the fingers of both hands as she kissed her jaw and neck.

Cheryl responded, surrendering to Kate’s advances, and leaned into her with her head tossed back.

“You are so wonderfully responsive,” Kate whispered, “Ever been with a woman before?”

“In college,” Cheryl said, turning to kiss Kate full on the mouth, then adding, “My roommate and I, but it’s been so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed it: your gentle touch, your smooth face, it feels so, so different and good.”

“Let’s finish these pictures, then we can explore,” Kate said. “I think we got enough like this, do you want your hair wet or keep it dry for the wet shots?”

“Both! How about I walk in down the steps to keep my hair dry and you can take pictures as I climb out at the ladder,” Cheryl said.

“Ok, yeah, then I’ll take pictures of you going off the board,” Kate said.

Kate was snapping picture after picture of Cheryl climbing out of the pool, shedding water, the tight white camisole now almost transparent. “Oh my God, Cheryl, you look sooo sexy,” she said as she continued to snap away. “Perfect, now cover your face with both hands. Yeah, like that, now look at me through your fingers. Good. Great!”

Still snapping photos, Kate moved in close and then, holding the camera off to the side with one straight arm, she wrapped her other around Cheryl’s waist and drew her dripping body tight. She kissed Cheryl firmly on the mouth before moving down to lick and nip each nipple again through the cotton before she resumed taking photos.

Between the wine and Kate’s warm advances, Cheryl’s head was spinning. She flirtatiously half-skipped to the diving board, briefly aligned herself, and in two steps and a bounce did a neat little forward dive into the water as Kate captured the whole sequence in eight shots. Kate continued her role as photographer, changing position repeatedly as Cheryl climbed once again from the pool and squeezed the water from her hair with both hands, pressing it against her head, then playing another game of peek-a-boo for the camera.

This was a different Cheryl than Kate had ever realized. This was not the conservative wife, mother and schoolteacher that lived next door. This was a voluptuous, sexually responsive woman who the very sight of was making Kate excited in ways she had not felt in quite some time.

Kate handed Cheryl a large pool towel. Cheryl began to dry her face and hair. Kate set the camera on a table and moved behind Cheryl. She pulled her own suit down off her shoulders, stepped out of it and threw it onto the lounge chair in front of Cheryl in one motion. She then put her hands on Cheryl’s towel and took over massaging Cheryl’s hair, working down to dry Cheryl’s whole body, peeling off Cheryl’s wet camisole in the process. Cheryl stood still, not rigid, but motionless in a supple way that allowed Kate to dry all parts of her before Kate again wrapped her arms around her and pulled her back against her own ample breasts.

“I wish I had your body,” Kate whispered in her ear.

“Ummm, take it, it’s yours,” Cheryl replied breathlessly.

“I mean…”

Cheryl turned inside of Kate’s arms smiling broadly, “I know what you mean, but yours is great. I’m a big fan of Rubens!” Cheryl said. “Besides, right now, I want you to have mine.” She lowered herself flat onto the chaise with her legs bent at the knee and her feet on the pool deck.

Kate stood for a moment and then, pulling a cushion from one of the other lounge chairs and laying it beside Cheryl, knelt at her side and kissed her lips, her face, neck and breasts while using her hands to explore Cheryl’s entire body, already hot to the touch from the hot summer sun. Eventually Kate worked down to remove Cheryl’s bikini thong, revealing an inviting waxed pussy. She cooed at the sight and began enjoying it with her mouth: nibbling the outer labia, tasting her luscious wetness, probing and strumming her clit.

Cheryl was sensitive and responsive to a degree of jumpiness. She soon calmed down and let the effect of the pleasure build. Under Kate’s skillful control it rose quickly, and before her heart and breathing had advanced beyond mild exertion, she was swept away to quickly, suddenly, surprisingly find herself writhing to the ecstasy of a most pleasant orgasm.

Cheryl moved her arm off to the side of the chair, blindly worked her hand between Kate’s legs and followed along the inside of one of her thighs to Kate’s patch of pubic hair. She found her way inside with first one and then two of her fingers. The silky, slippery feel of another excited pussy engulfing her fingers brought back memories of her college days. Reflexively she began pulling Kate by her vagina, unmistakably urging her to climb into a sixty-nine position. Kate responded immediately, swinging her leg over as she mounted the chair with her knees astride Cheryl’s head.

Cheryl gingerly probed and licked all areas of Kate’s pussy while Kate was now hungrily eating hers. A few moments later, Cheryl successfully breached Kate’s decorum, as she began bucking wildly against Cheryl’s face. It was all Cheryl could do to maintain contact and enjoy the wetness flooding over her face, triggering her own second, stronger release as Kate’s tongue and fingers worked magic.

They lay there, upended and intertwined, panting with their hearts still racing when Cheryl began to giggle. Their laughter grew and by the time Kate reversed herself and they tried to hug themselves together on the narrow chaise, they were laughing so hard that Kate rolled off onto the cushion on the deck.

That’s when they heard Frank’s car pull into the driveway and the garage door open. By the time he came through the back door of the house to the pool, Cheryl and Kate were back in their suits and the camera equipment was hidden temporarily beneath some hedges.

The next morning, Kate visited Cheryl with two DVDs loaded with pictures and videos. The process of selecting the shots was erotic, and led to another round of lovemaking. Kate had also brought a bag of toys. Before long, she was snapping photos of Cheryl gagged and blindfolded, with her wrists tied to the bedposts: a sight Kate could not long resist.

Splayed out like that, sightless, bound and gagged, Cheryl was ready for Kate to take her to a place she had never been. Feeling none of the guilt she did with her college roommate, Cheryl was more receptive to the exquisite sensations of Kate’s smooth cheek on her skin, and her soft tongue and lips massaging her nude labia, teasing her clitoris and probing along her inner folds. Kate then brought Cheryl to a powerful orgasm when she opened her up with her fingers and used three of them to forcefully fuck her more brutally than any man ever had. With little respite, Kate then introduced a huge rubber dildo by rubbing it along the length of Cheryl’s body from her knees, teasing it past her pussy, over her breasts and around her face and lips. She opened her mouth wide to take the head in briefly. The size of the unseen object was both frightening and exciting to Cheryl. She next felt it against her pussy, working and twisting between her outer lips briefly before receiving pressure enough to slowly drive into her. It was unimaginably huge, stretching her opening, wrenching her apart and filling her up. Again, Kate held nothing back, soon mercilessly and rapidly thrusting the thing deep inside, her gripping fist banging against Cheryl’s outer pussy with dramatic thuds at the end of each stroke. The restraints prolonged Cheryl’s orgasm. She fought and pulled at them violently as the trauma of Kate’s assault was met by the trauma of climax wracking her body. She didn’t care that she couldn’t see; her mind’s eye was a blur of images, but she wanted to scream against the choking limit of the gag.

Cheryl awoke from a nap, still smiling. Before dinner she had a great CS session with Tom, and then rewarded him with three new photos. He promptly responded with a headless photo of himself standing naked next to a swimming pool. Cheryl studied the photo, admiring his nicely toned body and generous cock while thinking sexy thoughts, when the realization struck her. She looked again intently at her own picture by the pool, then back at Tom’s, studying the background features.

The doorbell startled Cheryl. Peeking through the side window, she saw her neighbor Frank. Excited, she flung open the door and he walked in, closed the door and swept her into his arms.

“My middle name is Thomas,” he said, and kissed her.