Chance encounter

It was a totally casual meeting with the girl next door. It didn't happen on purpose, I never wanted or wanted it to happen, it just did. About two months ago, my wife Dorothy and I were invited to our door neighbors to celebrate their 19th anniversary. My name is Jack and I'm 29. My wife is a cute redhead and her name is Dorothy. She's a younger year then I and right now we don't have children. We talked about it, but we left it for our jobs. We have great jobs and now none of us were ready to deliver them so we could start a family. We didn't want to have children until we could spend time with them.

Our neighbors had about eight or nine more years then us. They had a daughter who was 18 and was about to start college. We knew our neighbors well and we often had barbecues together. His daughter, Susan, had usually left most of the times we came to his house. She was a normal teenager and didn't want to stay home to have fun with her parents. He had his own friends and things to do. I'd seen Susan taking the sun by her pool many times in her cute bikini and she was a very good girl. I always enjoyed the sight, but I never thought much more about it then. I was happy with my life and my wife. I didn't want to think 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 its anniversary. We didn't get home until after midnight. Of course we were all very drunk. No body cared about it because tomorrow was Sunday and we could all sleep. 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 some 25 photos that night. We had a very small but very expensive camera. We took it on all our holidays and took excellent photos for being so small in their hands. I liked it because I could get in my pocket and get it out when I needed it. It was small, light, and I took it everywhere. My wife loved to make great photo albums of the places we've traveled to.

Our neighbors invited us to a last drink of the night and of course we left. We opened a bottle of wine and after my first drink I had to ask her to use her bathroom. Someone was already at the bottom, so they told me to use the top. He was pretty drunk and all I heard was the first door on the stairs. If I had heard more closely, I would have heard it was the first door on the left above. The first door when you got up was on the right. I just walked to the door and opened it. It was dark and I came and found the light switch on the side of the wall. As soon as it happened, I stopped dying on my tracks. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It spread over the bed above the decks was Susan. What made my mouth fall was that I was totally naked, totally shaved, and she was asleep.

I couldn't move the view was so impressive. I should have left the room quietly and hadn't said a word, but her body seemed so perfect and seemed to have been discarded. If I hadn't been so drunk, I would have gone, instead, quietly closed your door and walked deeper into your room. His body seemed to have arisen. His legs were open and his arms were around his head. His young perverted tits still turned off a little so he knew he had to have a fairly developed set of breasts. As I walked closer, I looked between her legs at her very smooth pussy and again had a shock coming that would make my mouth fall open. I approached and suddenly I saw that her pussy lips were covered with a bright white gooey liquid. As soon as I got close enough I knew. Susan had just been fucked not long ago. He was running out of his pussy and he started swimming in his covers under his body. I suddenly looked at my camera in my pocket.

My hands shook crazy as I drove the camera and signaled it to her naked body. When I pressed the shutdown button, the whole room lit from the flash. He had a heart attack. I should have woken her up easily. I put the camera in my pocket and started going to the door. I knew if he woke up, he'd be in a lot of trouble. I started inventing an excuse to be in his room. I came to his door and realized that he didn't open and open. I stayed there a few seconds when a doll came back to his bed. I looked his eyes closer and he was so cold. Suddenly I had the courage of a drunk man and I pulled out the camera and stopped over it and took a picture after the picture. He never moved a muscle. I could see his dress and panties on the floor next to the bed. I didn't know if he just went out like that or what. I lost track of time as I moved in and I was approaching photos and photos. I don't know how many times the bright flash came out, but it was a LOT!

I was in his room for more than five minutes. Suddenly I remembered everyone downstairs. I took some last pictures, then I turned off the camera and put it in my pocket. My dick was so hard in my pants I couldn't go down. I turned off the lights into Susan's room and closed her door again as it was. I never touched her once and now she was sitting there like I found her. After my hard dick finally settled down, I walked down and joined the celebration. No one has said a word. I was gone about ten minutes, and I quickly realized I had escaped. I told Dorothy I was ready to go home and we finally said goodbye at night. I walked my wife home and quickly hid the camera in one of my drawers. We both went straight to bed but after what I had seen, I had to relieve the pressure on my body. We were still drunk, but I attacked Dorothy the second he got into bed. It didn't take time to cover her belly with my huge load of hot sperm. I remember throwing Dorothy around and not even cleaning her, that's how drunk we were both that night.

We both slept like babies until 10:00 in the morning. We got up and all I could think was the camera in my dressing drawer. Now I wasn't drunk and I felt stupid about what I did. I remembered perfectly. I had to wait about three hours before I could get the camera and download the photos to our computer. Then with my wife safe in our neighbors' house, I started looking at all the pictures I took last night. I quickly went through the first 25 that were of us and the neighbors out of party. But once I got to box 26, my heart began to run and everything resurrected my memory. I kept clicking on the image after the image and every inch of Susan's body was captured perfectly by my face camera. The nasty white goo shots that ran away from her pussy were very erotic. It was easy to say that she had just been fucked. All the evidence was leaking from her.

I kept waiting for the show to end, but 60 photos later I finally got to the last shot. I started telling me how stupid it was last night. I had put so much at risk of taking 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 young teenage daughter neighbors, now she was in my mind like a hot sexy girl who was more erotic then even my wife. If I had deleted the photos, things could have come back to normal, instead of when I knew it was safe, I looked at the 60 photos and really affected my entire life. I couldn't see it, but Susan was becoming the girl next door I had to see again. I've never thought of it before, but looking at her naked photos every night like I pushed myself to do things I would never have done a week ago.

I started seeing other places on the web where photos like Susan were available. I was rapidly descending into the cyber world of porn. The more I looked at pictures, the more I wanted to see. Then came the day I wanted to show that I also had pictures. That first day when I had decided I was going to send some photos of Susan, I felt as excited as a guy could be. I had to invent some fake e-mail accounts so no one knew it was me uploading the photos. After having done everything, I chose a few photos of Susan taken when I was by the door in her room and uploaded them to three different websites. When I finished, I was shaking so badly that I could barely sign the computer. Suddenly I felt alive and couldn't seem to settle for how nasty I just did. I didn't know how to edit a photo or blank a face of people. I uploaded the raw image directly to the website. It was not easy to distinguish Susan's face, but anyone who would have been in her room and knew who was quickly two and two together.

Later that night I signed on the computer while my wife was down watching TV. I instantly saw my fake email account had 10 email messages. I opened my email and everyone had written to tell me how hot my photos were. They asked for more and wanted to change one in one of the photos they had for more pictures they 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 very nice body. The email again pushed me even further, closed the door quickly to our computer room and hoped Dorothy wouldn't find me. I chose about three or four more photos but this time I was very close to Susan's body. With the first images I sent, their identity was hidden from most people, but these images now showed their face in excellent detail and also the nasty white sperm that was dripping from their pussy came to eye for the first time.

I uploaded the photos to the same three sites and then again I could barely turn off the computer. I opened the door and went downstairs and found Dorothy. I grabbed her by the hand and took her to our room. She didn't know what was going on until I quickly stripped her of her clothes. He laughed and told me he was very hot lately. We play in our bedroom for more than an hour. Sex now seemed much hotter and nautical then it had been before. I didn't know, but that was because I was thinking about Susan and other girls I'd seen naked on the web, not my wife. I never had nasty fantasies like I was doing it now. I couldn't get enough of my wife that night. She surprised her but at the same time she really enjoyed the extra attention too. I came twice that night and she too. We stayed to sleep in each other's arms completely naked. We haven't done that since the first year we got married.

For the next three or four nights my mailbox was full. I kept getting super big comments from guys and girls looking at the pictures. Of course every night I was sending a couple more photos of Susan to the web. It took me a week before I received an e-mail and exploded once I found out who it was. I read the email and the person was in a panic mode. I read a little more and then he hit me, this was SUSAN! I read the whole page letter and Susan begged me not to post any more pictures of her. She didn't know who she was, how I got the pictures, or why she was publishing them. He begged me again and again to email her and not to post any more photos of her on the Internet. He told me all his friends had been watching them for the last week and he didn't know until today. The end of your email had about 50 please, please and another request to send you an email.

I was surprised that Susan had found the photos. The web was huge and I didn't think anyone saw them that I knew Susan. I didn't think your photos were downloaded and uploaded to other sites. His photos were so sexy and erotic, everybody downloaded them and pushed them all over the web. That night I didn't e-mail Susan, I had to think about it. The next day I finally couldn't stand it and sent him an email. I didn't say much, but she knew from the email address that I was the one that uploaded most of her photos. His answer came back instantly. It was another long email and she explained much more then she had to. She told me she was stoned from her mind that night. Her boyfriend barely came home, then stripped her and took her for more than an hour since she was too out to stop him. He even told me he broke up with him for what he did. He said in the email that the bastard fucked her without using any protection. She confronted him when she woke up naked the next morning and her bed and body was full of her cum.

He begged him to know how I got the pictures and asked if his boyfriend left someone else in the room while he took it that night. Susan didn't know what was going on, and her boyfriend wouldn't give her any answers now that she had beaten her and broke up with him. I knew why Susan was like that night, but I didn't know what she wanted to do. I decided not to answer your email. I wasn't going to upload any more of her pictures and then maybe she'd drop everything. He would keep all his photos hidden, but he had already decided not to delete them. I had a lot of fun seeing them when Dorothy wasn't there. I still went and looked at other pictures on the sites, I was too far away now to give up that. I started to notice a new email from Susan once or twice a day. He begged me to write it and not to disappear like I was afraid to go. I didn't write it for about three days, and at that time I probably got 15 emails from her.

One night when my wife was out shopping, I just gave a long letter to Susan. I had to do it in a way that she would believe, but also in a way she wouldn't connect me with the photos. I told her I couldn't tell her boyfriend that we were talking, if she found out she'd know. Then I told her she 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 he had about 400 photos of that night. She even had pictures of her and her boyfriend going to it. I took an idea and I told her I had a few pictures of her sucking her boyfriend. It was all fiction, but I wanted to see how Susan would respond. By e-mailing the message, I began to think how Susan was just a few hundred feet away from me, probably in her bedroom right next door. Thinking about it was getting me excited again. I left my computer and 25 minutes later I got an answer. Now I knew Susan was in her room. I really felt fixed while reading her long email.

Susan told me in the email that she knew about the first picture she had to be a friend of her boyfriends from EX. I had always tried to make him pose for a photo or two, but he always refused. Then the first time she was stoned from her mind, her boyfriend took enormous advantages with her and now she was paying the price. Susan begged me not to publish her photos elsewhere. He also asked me to continue responding to his emails until we could solve something. He told me that the 400 photos he had of his nude and having sex with his boyfriend would ruin his life if everyone went out to the public. He asked me what he wanted from her in exchange for all the pictures he had of her. Soon I understood that Susan was smarter then most girls. She knew what would probably work, and she was willing to pay that price, but ONLY if she got all the photos back and a promise from me that I would never keep or publish any of them again.

Again I had many souls looking to do. This was my neighboring boy next door. Until this month, there was no way I could do something like I was running through my mind, but also at that time I was not a porn addict on the website. I haven't noticed yet, but now I definitely fell into that category. All because I walked in the wrong room one night when I was too drunk. It took me a couple of days to work the value, so I wrote the email that would have ended my marriage in the act if my wife had read it. I worked to see much more of Susan without her learning who my real identity was. I e-mailed 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 talk to me about my plans. I had nothing to let go, I sent a quick answer back, take it or leave it, your skill! I didn't really expect an answer as fast as it came, I could say for the answer that Susan wasn't happy with her, yet she accepted my conditions to recover all the photos. Now I had to wait for the perfect moment. It would be Susan who would warn me when that was. I had no choice in the matter.