It was a random encounter with the girl next door. It didn’t happen on purpose, I never wanted or wanted it to happen, that’s all. About two months ago, I and my wife Dorothy were invited with our neighbors to celebrate their 19th anniversary. My name is Jack and I’m 29. My wife is a pretty little redhead and her name is Dorothy. She’s a year older than me and at that time we don’t have children. We talked about it, but we kept giving it up because of our two jobs. We have good jobs and right now none of us were willing to give them up so we could start a family. We didn’t want to have children until we could spend the time with them.
Our neighbors were about eight or nine years older than we were. They had a daughter who was 18 and was about to start college. We knew our neighbors well and we often had barbecues together. Their daughter, Susan, was usually gone. She was a normal teenage girl and didn’t want to stay home to party with her parents. She had her own friends and things to do. I had seen Susan sunbathing by her pool several times in her cute little bikini and she was a beautiful girl. I’ve always enjoyed the view, but I never thought about it much more then that. I was happy with my life and my wife. I didn’t want or thought of anyone else, no matter how cute they were. I loved my wife Dorothy with all my heart.
The night we went out with our neighbors, we ate and drank all night. We danced a storm and had a good time celebrating their anniversary. We got home before midnight. Of course we were all pretty drunk. No body really cared because tomorrow was Sunday and we could all sleep in it. All night, my wife made me take pictures of the night so I could print them later and give them to our neighbors as a little gift. I probably took about 25 pictures that night. We had a tiny but very expensive camera. We took it all our holidays and he took great pictures to be so small in your hands. I loved him because I could just stay in my pocket and take it off when I needed it. He was small, light, and I took him everywhere. My wife liked to make great photo albums of the places we travelled.
Our neighbors invited us for a last night drink and of course we did. We opened a bottle of wine and after my first drink I had to ask to use their bathroom. Someone was already in the one downstairs, so they told me to use the one upstairs. I was rather drunk and all I heard was the first door on the stairs. If I’d listened closer, I’d have heard it was the first door to the left upstairs. The first door upstairs was on the right. I just went to the door and opened it. It was dark and I found the light switch on the side of the wall. As soon as he arrived, I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was Susan on the bed. What brought my mouth down was that she was totally naked, shaved, and slept.
I couldn’t move the view was so great. I should have quietly left the room without saying a word, but her body looked so perfect and she looked like she was hit. If I hadn’t been so drunk, I would have left, instead, I quietly closed his door and entered his room deeper. His body seemed to be laid down. His legs were open and his arms around his head. Her young perky breasts are still a little out so I knew she had to have a fairly developed set of breasts. As I got closer, I looked between her legs at her pussy very smooth and again I had a shock that would drop my mouth. I got closer and suddenly saw that her pussy lips were covered with a bright white liquid. As soon as I was close enough, I knew. Susan was fucked recently. He was running out of his pussy and started putting himself on his blankets under his body. I looked and suddenly remembered my camera in my pocket.
My hands shook as I lit the camera and pointed it directly to his naked body. When I pressed the shutter button, the whole room turned on from the flash. I had a heart attack. It should have woken her up easily. I put the camera in my pocket and started going to the door. I knew if she woke up, I’d get in trouble. I started making up an excuse to be in his room. I came to her door and noticed she wasn’t moving. I was there for a few seconds, and then as if a model were going into bed. I looked at her eyes closer and she was really cold. I suddenly had the courage of a drunken man and I pulled out the camera and stood just on her and took pictures after the photo. She never moved muscle. I could see her dress and panties next to the bed. I didn’t know if she fainted like that. I lost track of time while I moved and got pictures close and away from the photos. I don’t know how many times the flash light went off, but it was a LOT!
I was in his room for five minutes. Suddenly, I remembered everyone downstairs. I took a few last photos, then I turned off the camera and put it in my pocket. My dick was so hard in my pants I couldn’t get down. I turned off the lights in Susan’s room and closed her door like it was. I never touched her once and she was there the way I found her. After my hard dick finally settled down, I walked downstairs and joined the party. Nobody said a word. I left for about ten minutes and soon realized I got away. I told Dorothy I was ready to go home and we finally said goodbye for the night. I went home to my wife and quickly hid the camera in one of my drawers. We both went straight to bed, but after what I had just seen, I had to relieve the pressure on my body. We were still drunk, but I attacked Dorothy as soon as she went to bed. It didn’t take me a long time to cover his belly with my huge load of hot naughty sperm. I remember getting Dorothy close and not even cleaning her, that’s how we were drunk that night.
We slept like babies till 10:00 in the morning. We got up and I only thought about the camera in my drawer. I wasn’t drunk and I felt stupid about what I did. I remember it perfectly. I had to wait about three hours before I got the camera and upload the photos to our computer. Then with my wife at our neighbors’ house, I started looking at all the photos I took last night. I quickly went through the first 25 of us and the neighbors to party. But once I got to photo number 26, my heart started running and everything came back to flood my memory. I continued to click on the image after the image and each inch of Susan’s body was captured perfectly by my expensive camera. The shots fired by the bad white girl who came out of her pussy were very erotic. It was easy to say that she had just been fucked. All the evidence fell from her.
I kept waiting for the show to end, but 60 photos later, I finally got to the last shot. I started thinking how stupid I was last night. I took so many risks to take these pictures. I put them in a pretty safe place on our computer where I knew Dorothy would never find them. Then I turned off the computer and thought of Susan now in a totally different way. Before she was just my neighbors teen girl, now she was in my mind like a sexy sexy girl who was more erotic then even my wife. If I had erased the images, things could have returned to normal, instead of never at night when I knew it was safe, I looked at all 60 images and it really affected my entire life. I didn’t see him, but Susan became the next girl I had to see again. I had never had such thoughts before, but look at her photos naked every night as I just pushed myself to do things I would never have done a week ago.
I started looking at other places on the web where photos like Susan were available. I was going to the porn world fast. The more I looked at photos, the more I wanted to see. Then the day came, I wanted to show that I also had pictures. The first day I made up my mind, I was going to send pictures of Susan, I felt as excited as a guy. I had to invent fake accounts so no one knew I was downloading the photos. After everything I did, I chose a few tamed photos of Susan taken when I stayed by the door in her room and downloaded them to three different websites. When I finished, I trembled so much that I was barely able to sign the computer. I suddenly felt alive and didn’t seem to be content with what I had just done. I didn’t know how to edit an image or erase a face. I downloaded the raw image directly to the site. It was not easy to distinguish Susan’s face, but anyone who had been in her room and knew who she was going to quickly put two and two together.
Later that night, I signed on the computer while my wife was watching TV. I instantly saw that my fake mail account had 10 messages. I opened my email and everyone had written to me to tell me how hot my photos were. They begged for more and wanted to exchange one on one of the photos they had for more photos I could have. Every email was positive and told me how hot the girl was in the picture. They could say the girl wasn’t that old and Susan had a really cute body. The email pushed me even further, I locked the door quickly in our computer room and I hoped Dorothy wouldn’t come up to pick me up. I took about three or four more photos, but this time it was very close to Susan’s body. With the first photos I sent, her identity was hidden from most people, but these pictures have now shown her face in excellent details and also the nasty white sperm that came out of her pussy came in sight for the first time.
I downloaded the photos from the same three sites and then again was barely able to turn off the computer. I unlocked the door and went down and found Dorothy. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into our room. She didn’t know what was going on until I stripped her of her clothes. She laughed and told me I was very excited lately. We played in our room for over an hour. The sex now seemed so much warmer and droolier than it had ever been before. I didn’t know that, but it was because I was thinking about Susan and other girls that I had seen naked on the web, not my wife. I never had bad fantasies. I didn’t have enough of my wife that night. It surprised her but at the same time she really enjoyed the extra attention too. I came twice that night, and so did she. We fell to sleep in the arms of the other completely naked. We hadn’t done it since the first year of our marriage.
During the next three or four nights, my mailbox was full. I kept getting great comments from guys and girls looking at the photos. Of course, every night, I sent some photos of Susan to the web. It took me a week before I got an e-mail and it blew me up once I found out who he was from. I read the email and the person was in panic mode. I read a little more and it hit me, it was Susan! I read the entire letter of a page and Susan begged me not to post any more photos of her. She didn’t know who I was, how I got the photos, or why I was publishing them. She begged me again and again to send her an e-mail and not to post any more photos of her on the Internet. She told me her friends looked at them last week and she didn’t find out until today. The end of his email had about 50 Please and another request to send him an email.
I was so shocked that Susan found the photos. The web was huge and I didn’t think anyone would see them who knew Susan. I didn’t think of his photos downloaded and downloaded to other sites. His photos were so sexy and erotic, everyone downloaded them and pushed them on the web. I didn’t email Susan that night, I had to really think about it. The next day, I couldn’t take it anymore and sent him an email. I didn’t say much, but she knew from the email address that I was the one who downloaded most of her photos. His answer came back instantly. It was another long email and she explained much more than she had to do. She told me she was stoned that night. Her boyfriend barely brought her home, then he stripped her and fucked her for over an hour since she got too out to stop her. She even told me she broke up with him because of what he did. She said in the email that he fucked her without using any protection. She confronted her when she woke up naked the next morning and her bed and body were full of her sperm.
She begged me to know how I got the photos and asked if her boyfriend left someone else in the room while he fucked her that night. Susan didn’t know what was going on, and her boyfriend didn’t give him any answers now that she had arrested him and broken up with him. I knew why Susan was like her, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I decided not to answer his email. I wasn’t gonna download her photos anymore and then maybe she’d drop it. I would keep all his photos hidden, but I had already decided not to erase them. I had too much fun watching them when Dorothy wasn’t there. I always went to look at other photos on the sites, I was too far away to give up. I started to notice a new email from Susan once or twice a day now. She begged me to write it down and not disappear like I was scared. I did not write it for about three days, and at that time I probably received 15 emails from her.
One night, when my wife went out shopping, I gave and wrote Susan a long letter. I had to shoot it in a way that she would believe but also in a way that she wouldn’t bind me with the photos. I told her she couldn’t tell her boyfriend we were talking if he knew I’d know. Then I told her I was in her room with her and her boyfriend. I told him he invited me to come and capture everything with my camera. I told him I had about 400 photos of that night. I even had pictures of her and her boyfriend. I guessed and told her I had some pictures of her sucking her boyfriend. It was fiction, but I wanted to see how Susan would react. As I emailed the message, I began to think that Susan was a few hundred meters away from me, probably in her room next door. Think about it really excited me again. I left my computer on and 25 minutes later I received an answer. I knew now that Susan was in her room. I really had trouble reading her long email.
Susan told me in the email that she knew from the first photo that he must be a friend of his EX friends. He had always tried to have her put down for a picture or two, but she always refused. Then, the first time she was stoned in her mind, her boyfriend took huge benefits with her and now she was paying the price. Susan again begged me not to post her photos elsewhere. She also asked me to continue answering her emails until we could work something. She told me that the 400 photos I had naked from her and having sex with her boyfriend would ruin her life if they all went out in public. She asked me what I wanted from her in exchange for all my photos. I quickly realized Susan was smarter than most girls. She knew what would probably work, and she was willing to pay that price, but ONLY if she had recovered all the photos and a promise from me, I would never keep them or publish them again.
I still had a lot of soul to look for. He was my neighbor. Until this month, there was no way I could ever do anything like running in my mind, but I too at that time was not a porn addict website. I didn’t realize it, but now I really fell into this category. All because I went into the wrong room one night when I was a little drunk. It took me a few days to work on courage, and then I wrote the e-mail that would have ended my marriage there if my wife had already read it. I tried to see more than Susan without her knowing who my real identity was. I sent the letter to Susan and waited for an answer. It took about three hours, then I got another two-page long answer where Susan really tried to dissuade me from my plans. I had nothing to lose, I sent a quick answer, take it or leave it, your choice! I didn’t really expect an answer as fast as it happened, I could say by the answer Susan wasn’t happy with her, but she accepted my terms to get all the photos back. I just had to wait for the perfect moment. Susan would let me know when. She had no choice.