Chance encounter

It was an accidental meeting with the neighbor. It didn’t happen on purpose, I didn’t want it to happen, it just did. About two months ago, me and my wife Dorothy were invited to celebrate their 19th birthday with our neighbors. My name is Jack and I’m 29. My wife is a cute redhead and her name is Dorothy. She’s a year younger than me, and right now we don’t have any kids. We talked about it, but we kept postponing it because of both our jobs. We have great jobs and right now we weren’t ready to give them up so we could start a family. We didn’t want kids until we could actually spend the time we needed with them.

Our neighbors were eight or nine years older than us. They had one daughter who was 18 and almost ready to go to college. We knew our neighbors well and often had We’ll barbecue together. Their daughter, Susan, was usually gone most of the time we came to their house. She was a normal teenager and didn’t want to stay home and party with her parents. She had her own friends and things to do. I had often seen Susan sunbathing at her pool in her cute little bikini and she was a very pretty girl. I always enjoyed the view, but I never thought much more about it than that. I was happy with my life and my wife. I wanted or didn’t 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 drank all night. We danced a storm and had a great time to celebrate their birthday. We didn’t get home until after midnight. Of course we were all pretty drunk. No body really cared because tomorrow was Sunday and we could all sleep in. All night long my wife let me take pictures of the night so we could print them out later and give them to our neighbors as a small gift. I took about 25 pictures that night. We had a very small but very expensive camera. We took it on all our holidays and it took excellent pictures for being so small in your hands. I liked it because I could stick it in my pocket and pull it out whenever I needed it. It was small, light, and I took it everywhere. My wife loved to make big photo albums of the places we traveled to.

Our neighbors invited us to one last nightcap and of course we did. We opened a bottle of wine and after my first glass had to I’m asking to use their bathroom. There was someone downstairs already, so I had to use it upstairs. I was pretty drunk and all I heard was that it was the first door above the stairs. If I’d listened better, I’d have heard it was the first door on the left upstairs. The first door when you came up was right. I walked to the door and opened it. It was dark and I came in and found the light switch on the side of the wall. As soon as it came up, I put dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at. On the bed was Susan. What made my mouth fall was that she was completely naked, all shaved, and she slept well.

I couldn’t move the vision. I should have left the room quietly and not said a word, but her body looked so perfect and she looked like she was unconscious. If I hadn’t been so drunk, I’d have gone away, locked her door and walked deeper into her room. Her body looked like it was posed. Her legs were open and her arms around her head. Her young tits were still a bit out, so I knew she had to have quite a developed breast. As I walked closer, I looked between her legs at her very smooth pussy and again I had a shock that would drop my mouth open. I came closer and suddenly saw that her pussy lips were covered with a bright white hug fluid. Once I got close enough, I knew. Susan was screwed not so long ago. It came out of her pussy and started playing pool on her blankets under her body. I suddenly looked at my camera in my pocket.

My hands shake crazy when I turned on the camera and pointed at her naked body. When I pressed the shutter button, the whole room of the flash lit up. I almost had a heart attack. It should have easily woken her up. I put the camera in my pocket and started going to the door. I knew if she woke up, I’d be in big trouble. I started making up an excuse to be in her room. I came to her door and saw she didn’t trip. I stood there for a few seconds then walked back to her bed like a dummy. I looked closer at her eyes and she was really unconscious. I suddenly got the courage of a drunk man and I pulled the camera and stood right over her and took a picture after photo. She never moved a muscle. I saw her dress and panties on the floor next to the bed. I didn’t know if she just fainted. I lost time when I moved and got close up photos and far away pictures. I don’t know how many times the flash went off, but it was a lot!

I was in her room for five minutes. Suddenly I remembered everyone downstairs. I took a few last pictures, 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 in Susan’s room and locked her door again. I never touched her, and she was lying there just like I found her. After my hard dick finally settled down, I walked downstairs and joined the party. No one’s ever said anything. I was gone for ten minutes and soon realized I got away with it. I told Dorothy I was ready to go home and we finally said goodbye to the 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 just saw, I had to relieve the pressure on my body. We were still drunk, but I attacked Dorothy as soon as she was in bed. It wasn’t long before I covered her belly with my huge load of hot seed. I remember bringing Dorothy close and not even cleaning her, so drunk we were both that night.

We slept like babies until about 10:00 in the morning. We got up and all I thought about was the camera in my drawer. I wasn’t drunk right now, and I felt stupid for what I did. I remembered it 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 at our neighborhood house, I started looking at all the pictures I took last night. I quickly went through the first 25 ours and the neighbors were partying. But when I got to picture 26, my heart started racing and everything came back to my memory. I kept clicking on the photo after photo and every inch of Susan’s body was perfectly captured by my expensive camera. The pictures of the white filthy goo that came out of her pussy were very erotic. It was easy to say she was just screwed. All the evidence dripping out of her.

I kept expecting the show to end, but 60 photos later I finally got to the last shot. I started telling myself how stupid I was last night. I took so much risk taking these pictures. I put them in a pretty safe place on our computer where I knew Dorothy would never find them. I turned off the computer and thought about Susan in a completely different way. Before she was just my neighboring teenage daughter, now she was in my head like a sexy hot girl who was more erotic than my wife. If I had erased the photos, it might have gotten back to normal, instead of at night when I knew it was safe, I’d look over all 60 photos and it had really affected my whole life. I couldn’t see it, but Susan became the neighbor I needed to see again. I’ve never had such thoughts, but every night I looked at the pictures of her naked… Like I forced myself to do things I’d never done before.

I started looking at other places on the web where photos like Susan’s were available. I quickly went to the cyberworld of porn. The more I looked at pictures, the more I wanted to see. Then came the day I wanted to show off that I also had pictures. That first day when I decided to send some sites pictures of Susan, I felt as excited as a man could be. I had to create fake email accounts so no one would find out I’m uploading the photos. After I’d done everything, I took a couple of tame pictures of Susan standing by the door in her room and I uploaded them to three different websites. When I was done, I was shaking so badly that I could barely draw the computer. I suddenly felt alive and I couldn’t settle down Because of the nasty little thing I just did. I didn’t know how to edit a picture or empty someone’s face. I uploaded the raw photo to the website. It wasn’t easy to see the Susan’s face, but anyone who had been in her room and knew who she was would quickly put two and two together.

Later that night I signed back on the computer while my wife was watching TV downstairs. I immediately noticed that my fake email account had 10 email messages. I opened my e-mail and everyone had written to tell me How sexy my pictures were. They begged for more and wanted to trade one in a picture they had for more pictures I might have. Every e-mail was positive and told me how sexy the girl in the picture was. They could see the girl wasn’t that old and Susan had a very cute body. The e-mail pushed me even further, I quickly closed the door to our computer room and hoped Dorothy wouldn’t come looking for me. I took three or four more pictures, 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 photos now showed her face in excellent detail and also the white annoying sperm that dripping out of her pussy came into the picture for the first time.

I uploaded the photos to the same three sites then again was barely able to disable the computer. I opened the door and went downstairs and found Dorothy. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to our bedroom. She didn’t know what was going on until I took her out of her clothes quickly. She laughed and told me I was very horny lately. We played in our bedroom for over an hour. Sex now seemed so much hotter and more annoying than ever 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’ve never had dirty fantasies. I couldn’t get enough of my wife that night. It surprised her but at the same time she also enjoyed the extra attention. I came twice that night and so did she. We fell into each other’s arms completely naked. We haven’t done that since the first year we got married.

The next three or four nights my mailbox was full. I kept getting great reactions from both boys and girls looking at the pictures. Every night I sent a few pictures of Susan to the web. It took me about a week to get an e-mail and it blew me away when I found out who it was. I read the e-mail and the person was panicking. I read a little more when it hit me, this was SUSAN! I read the whole letter and Susan begged me to stop posting pictures of her. She didn’t know who I was, how I got the pictures, or why I put them. She begged me to email her back over and over and not post more pictures of her to the Internet. She told me all her friends were watching them. last week and she came It wasn’t until today. The end of her email had about 50 Please please and another request for me to email her.

I was so shocked that Susan found the photos. The web was huge and I thought no one would ever see them that Susan knew. I didn’t think her photos were downloaded and uploaded to other sites. Her photos were so sexy and erotic, everyone downloaded them and pushed them all over the web. I didn’t e-mail Susan that night. I really had to think about it. The next day I finally couldn’t stand it and sent her an e-mail. I didn’t say much, but she knew about the email address that I was the one who uploaded most of the photos. Her reaction came right back. It was another long e-mail and she explained a lot more than she had to. She said she was stoned that night. Her boyfriend barely got her home, then he undressed her and fucked her for over an hour since she was out to stop him. She even told me she broke up with me because of what he did. She said in the e-mail that that son of a bitch fucked her without using any protection. She confronted him when she woke up naked the next morning and her bed and body were full of his sperm.

She begged to know how I got the photos and asked if her boyfriend let anyone else in the room while he had her that night. Susan didn’t know what was going on, and her boyfriend wouldn’t give her any answers now that she had talked him out and broke up with him. I knew why Susan was like she was that night, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I decided not to answer her e-mail. I didn’t want to upload her photos anymore, and then she might drop everything. I’d keep all her photos well hidden, but I had already decided not to delete them. I liked it way too much when Dorothy wasn’t there. I still went and looked at other pictures on the sites, I was too far away now to give that up. I started to notice a new email from Susan once or twice a day. She begged me to write her back and not disappear like she was afraid I would. I didn’t write her for three days, and in that time, I probably got 15 e-mails from her.

One night when my wife was shopping, I gave in and wrote Susan a long letter. I had to run it in a way she would believe, but also in a way she wouldn’t connect me to the photos. I told her she couldn’t tell her boyfriend That we were talking, if he found out I knew. Then I told her I was in her room with her and her boyfriend. I told her he invited me to record everything with my camera. I told her I had about 400 pictures of that night. I even had pictures of her and her boyfriend. I took a guess and told her I had a lot of pictures of her sucking her boyfriend. It was all fiction, but I wanted to see how Susan would react. When I e-mailed the message, I started thinking that Susan was only a few hundred yards away, probably in her bedroom next door. It turned me on again. I left my computer on and 25 minutes later I got a reaction. I was sure Susan was in her bedroom. I felt really excited reading her long e-mail.

Susan told me in the email that she knew from the first photo that it had to be a friend of her EX boyfriends. He had always tried to get her to pose for a picture or two, but she always refused. When the first time she was stoned, her boyfriend took huge benefits with her and now she paid the price. Susan begged me not to place her photos anywhere else. She also asked me to keep responding to her e-mails until we could work something out. She told me that the 400 photos I had of her naked and having sex with her boyfriend would ruin her life if she was all in the audience. She asked me what I wanted from her in exchange for all the pictures I had of her. I quickly understood that Susan was smarter than most girls. She knew what would probably work, and she was willing to pay that price, but only if they returned all the photos and a promise from me I would never keep or post again.

I had many souls to seek again. This was my neighbor. Until this month, there was no way I could ever do anything like was running through my mind, but I also at that time wasn’t a website porn addict. I didn’t know it yet, but I definitely fell into that category now. All because one night I walked into the wrong room when I was a little too drunk. It took me a few days to work up the courage, then I wrote the email that would have ended my marriage on the spot if my wife had ever read it. I found a way to see Susan a lot more without her ever knowing who my real identity was. I sent the letter to Susan and waited for a response. It took about three hours, then I got another long two page response where Susan really tried to talk me out of my plans. I had nothing to lose, I sent a quick response back, take it or leave it, your choice! I didn’t really expect an answer back as soon as it came, I could see to the reaction Susan wasn’t happy with it, but she agreed to my terms for getting all the photos back. I just had to wait for the perfect timing. Susan would let me know when that would be. She had no choice.