Getting Her Nails Done Ch. 02

"Connie...he...Tucker was filming me!" she said excitedly.

"Honey, he's no harm," she declared, having ended her masturbation.

Her message was not convincing and, in a panic, she jumped from the bed, grabbed the robe and retreated towards the other bedroom. As soon as she arrived, she nervously fired off a text to her husband to pick her up. Quickly, she pulled her dress on, but not wanting to return to the others, she elected to abandon her bra and panties. She decided to wait for her husband in the driveway and was moving down the hall when she came face-to-face with Connie.

"Connie...I... shit..." she forced out.

"Calm down, Lynsay. It's okay...everything's okay," she told the young woman in a soft voice.

"Connie, it's not okay...it's really not okay," she answered as a monstrous wave of shame hit her.

"C'mon, honey, let's get some wine," the older woman suggested.

"No...no, I'm going to wait outside for Mike," she said and moved towards the salon.

Mike had been on high alert since he dropped her off, so as soon as the text arrived, he fired one back and jumped in the car. It had been less than an hour and a half since he dropped her off, which was on the short side of his expectation, but he knew it was a lifetime in the bedroom. On the way, he tried to call her, but there was no answer. Just as he was turning onto the street, his phone rang, but when she spotted his car, she ended the call.

Lynsay made a concerted effort to calm herself so Mike wouldn't get upset or force questions. Still, when she got into the car, she knew she was acting anxious. Rather than distress, her husband read it as sexual excitement, but he accepted her request to get home before talking.

"Okay, tell me what happened," Mike demanded as soon as they inside.

"Let me go to the bathroom first," she replied, knowing she needed to get some undergarments on.

"I'll get you some wine," he said and with a nod, she departed.

Lynsay washed her hands, brushed her teeth and changed clothes, and then returned to Mike fifteen minutes later. He held out the glass to her as she approached, and for a moment she felt guilty again as she thought about how much she had consumed before going to Connie's. She was desperately seeking a rationale for her behavior and being drunk was an easy excuse. However, she took a sip from the glass, and when her husband raised his eyebrows, she knew what he was expecting.

"I watched them...it was like last time," she lied.

"Details, sweetie," he said with a laugh, still not sensing anything was amiss.

"Okay, well let's see. He was late, so Connie and I had wine, and then when he arrived, they started, but I waited for a few minutes. Then, I went in and sat in the same chair. Tucker was watching and, you know, they did it," she replied.

"Lynsay, be more specific! How did they do it? What were they saying? How did you feel?" he fired eagerly.

"Well, when I went into the room, she was going down on him, and then she got on top and they did it for a while. Then, Bo turned her over and really...you know...did it hard. They were making...normal sex sounds I guess," she answered.

"How did you feel?" Mike asked again as he moved next to her.

"Strange...a little awkward," she began, and then she let him turn her until her back was pressed against his chest. With a forced giggle, she asked, "What do you want?"

"Hear your story, and then take you to bed," he said and cupped her breast through her shirt. After a few seconds of fondling, he asked, "Did you get excited?"

Knowing he wouldn't believe her if she said no, she replied, "Of course, some. I'm human."

"How excited?" he pushed.

"Some..." she repeated in a whisper.

"Did you cum?" her husband whispered back.

"No," she answered.

Lynsay realized it was the second time she had been asked the question in the last hour. She also realized that despite her extreme arousal and all the decadent things that had occurred, somehow, she had not had an orgasm. Then, her thoughts went to the words Connie had expressed about Mike and what he wanted.

Mike wanted his wife in bed. Even before he had dropped her off, he was keyed up and it had been torture waiting for her call. Plus, he thought he might get more from her while they were entwined, so he took her by the hand and led towards their room. In truth, his wife wanted to make love, too. She needed the validation of her sane world, her morality and marriage. Thus, she accompanied him without protest and let him undress her as soon as they arrived.

They snuggled for a while, trading caresses and kisses before Mike decided to work her with his tongue. He started with her breasts, but when he tried to descend, she stopped him by pulling on his shoulders.

"Please, Mike...I want you in me," she whispered.

With a smile, he lifted over her lovely body and let her guide him to her opening with her hand. They started slow, and he kissed her ears, neck and lips, hoping to get her to a high plateau. However, he could tell she wasn't progressing, and after just a few minutes, she put her hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"Mike, we need to talk...I have to tell you something..." she said in a soft voice.

"Okay...what?" he asked, knowing it had to do with Connie's house.

"I did some things...some bad things...I'm very ashamed, and there's something else, too," she started, and suddenly the young husband felt real concern.

"Tell me," he replied.

"I... I did some stuff and then...I... I saw that Tucker was filming it through the window," she explained.

"What stuff?" he asked.

"I don't want to say..." she started, but Mike interrupted.

"Did he fuck you?" he asked, more in surprise than anger.

"No... no... but, if he shows anyone...I... I can't imagine how I'll..." she tried to force out as her crying began.

"Okay," Mike replied and pulled free from her.

He moved from the bed and began putting on his clothes knowing he needed to go visit the odd man. There would come a time when he would interrogate his wife further, but now he needed to be the gallant husband and sort the mess.

"Mike...please...please don't watch it," were her final words as he made for the door.

He covered the distance to the house quickly and when he pulled up, he spotted Tucker standing near the entrance to his workspace. The man showed no sign of distress as he approached, which made him wonder exactly what was going on. When he got near, Tucker stepped inside the building and Mike followed.

"Tucker, did you take a picture or a video of Lynsay?" he asked with no pleasantries.

"Yes," the man admitted, making no effort to deflect.

"Why?" Mike asked, now quite confused.

"Just to look at later...you know," he replied.

"I don't like it Tucker. I want you to delete it. Right now," he demanded.

"Sure, no problem," the man said.

By the brief interaction, it certainly seemed like the odd man had no ulterior motive. Rather, Mike could only surmise it was intended for his own personal pleasure. Strangely, that intrigued him even more, and although his wife had begged him not to view the contents, he now felt almost obligated to do so.

"Can I see it first?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, sure," Tucker responded and immediately pulled his phone from his pocket.

They moved to a spot where there wasn't a glare and after some manipulation, a video started. At first, it showed short snippets of Lynsay sitting in a chair in her robe, with her concentration on some unseen spot. Next, there were the same brief segments, but this time he could see that her hands were inside the robe. By the way the video was structured, it looked like Tucker had repeatedly captured bursts of several seconds.

Mike was certainly surprised by the evidence, but he didn't think it was as dramatic as Lynsay had indicated. Then, the next sequence appeared and he saw her on the bed, which changed everything. With her back to him, Tucker had been able to capture much more, and the only detail that was missed was his wife's mouth on Bo's cock. Even then, when her head dropped it provided a clear indication that her mouth had made contact. When it was done, Mike continued to stare at the blank screen in disbelief.

"Damn..." he finally forced out.

"Have you ever seen your wife get it from another man? Nothing like it," Tucker offered.

The crazy thing about his words were that at that exact moment Mike was trying to understand why his dick had become stiff. He thought about his wife's demeanor that afternoon, her drinking and his response to her question. He realized she had been reaching out for support, something solid to grasp, and his message had provided nothing. In fact, his selfish mind had been totally focused on the sex he would enjoy with his wife after it was over. Then, in a moment of difficult self-reflection, he wondered if he was really any different than the odd man he was standing next to.

Mike stared at Tucker for an uncomfortably long time and then he began to speak. They carried on a conversation for another ten minutes, before the young husband turned and left.

Lynsay was curled up in bed when she heard the door open. Seconds later, her husband appeared in the doorway with a serious look on his face. He moved to her side and put his hand on her shoulder and stroked it several times before speaking.

"I talked to him. He doesn't want to erase it," Mike said.

"Oh, no... Mike!" she cried out.

"I tried...but his demands were too high. Maybe we should go to the police," he said.

"No...no, I can't..." she stated emphatically, and then as his words fully registered, she asked, "What...what were the demands?"

"Not good," he replied.

"What? What were they?" she probed nervously.

"You have to go back," he informed her.

"Why? What for?" she asked with her voice now trembling.

"All he would say is finish what you were doing. He said if you did that, he would erase it all tonight," Mike told her.

"Did you see it?" Lynsay asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"No, you told me not to," he lied.

"Mike...it's bad..." she admitted.

"Can we live with the video?" he asked.

"No! No... we'd...no..." she stammered, and then said, "Tell me what to do."

"Lynsay, we all make mistakes..." he responded, and paused to let it sink in before he continued with, "I love you and one afternoon isn't going to change that."

"So, you mean..." she started.

"I'll understand," he said, cutting her off.

As soon as Mike left, Tucker approached the window and woke the couple from their recovery nap. He explained the conversation he had just completed with Mike and the plans they had made. Connie thought it was a marvelous idea and congratulated herself on her reading of the young husband. She had fucked enough men in her life that she felt she had some insight into the male psyche, and the way Lynsay described his reactions, she was certain he was eager to see more from her. Only Bo showed any reticence. He was concerned about putting the young wife in a coerced situation, but Connie finally convinced him it was okay since they had her husband's involvement and blessing.

No further words of significance had been spoken between the couple since they left the bedroom, and now Lynsay had her hand on the handle, ready to leave in the car. She had put on the same dress, along with a fresh bra and panties even though she didn't think they would remain on for long. Perhaps it was merely habit or maybe it was a show of defiance, but in any event, they were there.

"I love you," she told Mike as she stepped out.

"I love you too Lynsay," he replied, and for the hundredth time in the last hour he questioned his sanity.

After knocking on the inner door, Lynsay waited for over a minute before Connie appeared in her robe. She gave her an odd look, but stepped back so she could enter.

"Did you forget something, honey?" she asked, playing dumb.

Her question let the young wife know that Tucker hadn't confided in his her, which caused her conflicting emotions. On the one hand, it meant she hadn't been betrayed by the women she liked, but the flip side was that she would appear to be nothing more than a horny slut returning for more play. However, it also meant that there might be an opportunity to get help from the older woman, and she knew it was something she had to try.

"Connie, can we talk for minute?" she asked.

The woman had anticipated she would be approached for help, and had prepared. She liked Lynsay a lot and had no interest in hurting her in any way. However, in her mind, a bit of discovery would be a good thing for her, especially since it had been her husband's idea. She couldn't help but think how different her life might have turned out if her first husband had been like Mike.

"What's wrong, Lynsay," she asked.

"I... you know earlier...when I was here, I saw Tucker filming me. It scared me and Mike came to talk to him, but he wouldn't get rid of the...stuff...well, he said he would...if I came back and..." she tried to explain.

"Oh, that prick. Honey, go get some wine and I'll talk to him," she replied.

A huge weight suddenly lifted from the young woman's shoulders and she did indeed move to the kitchen for some wine to calm her nerves. She had finished half a glass when Connie returned with a puzzled expression.

"What?" Lynsay let out.

"He said he didn't have anything...said he didn't know what I was talking about," she told her.

"Connie, I saw him...you know...with his phone taking pictures," she explained.

"Honey, I looked at his phone and I didn't see anything. Why don't you put your robe on and come talk about it with me and Bo," she suggested.

"Look, if he doesn't...I'm...I'm going to go..." she said, and set down her glass.

"Okay, I understand," the older woman said.

Lynsay stepped past her and entered the salon and then called her husband who answered on the first ring.

"Mike, I talked to Connie and she talked to Tucker and he said he didn't have anything," she said.

There was a long pause before her husband replied, "I think he might be lying to her."

"What should I do?" she asked.

"Lynsay, all I know is what he said," Mike responded.

They talked for a few more minutes but it was impossible to reach a conclusion with the big gap. Finally, she told her husband she would think about it and call him back, and when he told her he was close by when needed, little did she know he was in fact already in Tucker's workshop.

Lynsay was shaking as she stepped into the bedroom dressed in the short leopard print robe. The lovers were in bed with a sheet covering them from the waist down, and they didn't notice her until she was in the chair.

"Hey, girl! Welcome back," Connie called out in her bubbly voice that seemed inappropriate given the situation.

"Hi..." she replied.

"You want to come sit over here?" she said, patting the same spot where it had all started.

She was about to respond when she glanced towards the window and saw Tucker was present. It worried her that he had suddenly appeared, especially since he held her fate in the memory of his phone. Mike had been clear about the odd man's expectations, so with a defeated sigh, she moved to the bed.

"Glad you're back," Bo said.

Connie started a general conversation designed to get her to relax, which proved somewhat successful. However, knowing they had to press forward sooner or later, she picked a moment and made the move.

"Honey, why don't you scoot on up and help me get Bo worked up again," she said.

"Connie...I...I..." she began and then thought about Tucker at the window.

"Honey, it wasn't so bad. You were hot as a firecracker. You should have let Bo cool you down," the older woman interjected, and when Lynsay didn't respond, she continued with, "Come on now...get that robe off. Bo's been talking about your hot body since you left."

She knew something about the situation wasn't right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Did the older woman really believe her husband was telling the truth? Did she think that she had returned because of sexual need? Or, was she covering for Tucker? She couldn't be totally sure on any of it, but she remained worried about the ominous presence of the man at the window.

Lynsay didn't protest when Connie worked the robe off her shoulders and even let her unclasp her bra. It joined the previous one that she could see was still on the floor where it had been discarded hours before. Next, Connie moved to the other side of her lover putting him between the two women and when she was settled, she flipped the thin sheet back revealing the man's heavy cock. Seconds later, the older woman took Lynsay's hand and brought it to the base of Bo's shaft. With only a brief hesitation, she grasped it and slowly began to work the entire length.

"Uggghhh...yeah..." the man grunted.

"You take care of that and I'll work his nipples," she said, and then quickly added, "Don't forget his nuts."

The last thing Connie did before turning her attention to his chest was to make sure the entire area was coated in lubricant. At first, Lynsay was so sexually disengaged that her efforts were purely mechanical. However, as his shaft expanded and his responses to their touching became more vocal, she could feel the tingles begin to form. Slowly, the man's cock began to resonate in the way she had experienced before, emitting its strange energy.

"Uggghhhh...shit..." Bo groaned as his body squirmed.

Then, without warning, his finger found her nipples and began to tease them in the same gentle way he had before. It only took seconds for them to fully harden, and slowly Lynsay could feel the tunnel vision invade her sight.

"He's pretty dry, but keep trying," she heard the older woman say and she realized that she had been subconsciously squeezing his cock in an attempt to force some pre-cum to the tip.

Strangely, she didn't feel shame at being caught, and did indeed keep trying. It took several more tight strokes but finally some juice appeared.

"Lick it, baby," the large man said.

Lynsay stared at the milky substance for several seconds and then leaned over and used her lips to remove it which brought a deep groan from the man. When, several seconds later she had brought forth more, she repeated the process.

The young wife was so focused that she didn't even notice Connie had left the bed until she felt her hands pulling on her panties, and it was actually her husband's promise of redemption that allowed her to be guided onto her knees so they could be removed.

"That's better, Connie stated, and then quickly added, "Bo, doesn't she have a great body?"

"Hell, yes," he replied instantly.

"He wanted you so bad. It's all he wanted to talk about since you left," the woman said.

The next move was all on the young wife. She had been staring at the large cock inches in front of her face, feeling its power, for some time. It seemed to be beckoning her and suddenly she moved the short distance and let her mouth descend several inches down his shaft. When it was as far as she could go, she stopped and swirled her tongue over it in the way she knew drove her husband wild.

"Fuck yeah, baby!" Bo called out.

Mike, who was standing back and to the side of Tucker couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife loved receiving oral pleasure but doled it out sparingly. Now, this man, that was in reality a stranger, was getting more loving on his cock than he had ever received. He had discussed the video and her participation with the carpenter, telling him he wanted to see firsthand what had occurred on the recording. They had also agreed he would indicate when enough had taken place and it would be brought to an end. However, as he witnessed his wife's debauchery, he wasn't sure if there would be an end. His own dick was harder than it had ever been, and so far, he had to agree with Tucker's prophetic words of seeing his wife with another man.