Trevor literally froze on the spot.

For the first time in his life he understood the expression "like a rabbit caught in headlights".

The middle aged teacher could almost feel the blood draining from his body as Michelle glared at him accusingly.

Barely two hours earlier his cock had been nestling in the pussy of his six year old lover, yet now he was faced with the disintegration of his life.

The silence lasted for barely thirty seconds, but that seemed like a lifetime for Trevor as he groped around in his mind for something that would explain the prescence of the photo of Bryony that his wife had found in his abscence.

Twenty years of marriage had given Michelle an instinct for her husbands behaviour, so it was her that broke the silence.

"Don't even think of lying about this Trev."

"If I even think you are giving me shit, I swear you won't know what's hit you" she added.

As she was talking, Michelle was waving the photograph in Trevors direction.

Even from where he stood, Trevor could see Bryony's parted legs and the slit of her cunny parted in that delicious 'O' shape that he had been so aware of when his own cock had slipped from the child's pussy earlier that morning.

"So who is she"? Michelle asked in a voice that was shaking with emotion.

Again noting Trevor's hesitation, Michelle added a second question.

"Is she one of yours"?

In that moment, Trevor made a decision that he instinctively knew would alter his life for ever, for better or for worse.

"Yes" he answered.

"Oh for crying out loud Trevor" Michelle exclaimed.

"What the fuck have you got yourself into"?

Trevor fell silent as he searched his wifes face for some sense of where this may be heading.

Michelle continued with her probing.

"Who is it"?

For the second time in barely a minute, Trevor knew he was at a crossroads and he swallowed hard before answering.

"It's Bryony Taylor."

Trevor could see a flicker of recognition cross Michelle's face.

"The girl whose mum died"? she asked.

"Uh uh" Trevor responded, as though lack of detail would somehow help his situation.

"Fucking hell Trev, I've met her father" Michelle shouted.

"He will kill you, you fucking idiot."

Trevor could still feel his heart beating wildly and he tried to make his tone of reply sound as calm as possible.

"He won't Miche."

"It was her dad that took the photo."

Now it was Michelle's turn to look stunned.

The middle aged brunette seemed to barely comprehend what she had just been told.

"Oh my god" she whispered.

Regaining at least some of her composure, Michelle gestured to her husband for him to sit with her on the sofa. As Trevor gingerly sat next to his wife, she looked at him directly.

"Tell me what the fuck this is all about" she said demandingly.

Trevor spoke almost uninterrupted for the next thirty minutes or so.

The story he had to tell was interrupted only occasionally as Michelle either asked for clarification or simply let out an exclaimation of shock or surprise.

Trevor was relatively complete in his summary of the events of the last few weeks, though he left out detail that he thought would show him in an even worse light than was already evident. As a result, Michelle was never to find out that Trevor recorded his young pupil in order to play that back to Mark and she seemed to believe the slightly altered version that Trevor was able to relate in his explanation.

The story that Trevor related took events almost up to date, but his tale was interrupted by Michelle as Trevor paused to consider how to conclude his response.

"When did you last see her"? Michelle asked quietly.

Trevor dropped his head, before raising his eyes to his wife.

"This morning" he replied.

Michelle stayed silent for the next couple of minutes. She seemed to be searching her husband's face for something and Trevor could sense her mixture of confusion and disappointment.

"OK, these photos on your PC, show them to me."

"Miche" Trevor implored and he was about to talk again when Michelle interrupted him.

"Just show me the fucking photos will you" she said determindly.

Trevor gave out a small exhalation of exasperation, but he led his wife up to his study and opened the files that he had guarded so carefully.

Michelle sat down in front of the PC.

"OK leave me alone now."

"And the least you can do is make coffee" she added.

Trevor smiled at his wife for the first time in what seemed like for ever, but his grin disappeared as he saw Michelle's stony expression.

Apart from accepting the coffee cup that Trevor offered, Michelle stayed in the room for the next hour.

Trevor paced around the lounge with all the catastropic implications exploding in his mind.

The middle aged teacher almost jumped out of his skin as he turned to find that his wife had rejoined him in the lounge.

Michelle spoke calmly but decisively.

"I want to meet them" she said.

Trevor seemed to barely comprehend the simple request.

"What"? he stammered.

"I want to meet them Trevor" Michelle repeated.

"The dad and the kid" she added as though her request needed clarification.

"Miche I don't know about" Trevor half completed his sentence, but for the second time Michelle cut him short.

"I want to meet them and I want to do it today" she asserted.

Trevor's shoulders visibly slumped as he realised that there was no point in arguing.

"I need to call him then" he said.

"Go ahead" Michelle replied, before continuing.

"I'm going to take a shower"

Trevor found himself alone in the lounge once again and he could feel his fingers trembling as he tapped Mark's number into his mobile.

Mark answered in a friendly and encouraging manner.

"Can't keep away eh mate" Mark laughed.

Trevor's tone did not match his friends.

"We have a problem" he replied.

Mark was silent during Trevors summary of the morning events.

"What's she going to do" Mark asked in a trembling voice that now matched Trevor's.

"I've no idea mate" Trevor responded.

"Have us both fucking shot I imagine" he added.

Trevor could barely hear Mark's reply.

"Oh fuck it" the younger man whispered.

"OK well just come over when you want" Mark added in the same half whisper.

Trevor could not think of anything appropriate to say so he just pushed the cancel button on his phone.

He could hear his wife moving upstairs and then heard the familiar whoosh of the shower in use, so Trevor stayed downstairs to collect his thoughts.

After twenty minutes of deliberation, he realised that he had not come to a single rational conclusion, so he started up the stairs to join his wife in the bedroom.

For the second time that day, Trevor was stunned into absolute silence. There were various bags, packaging and boxes strewn across their marital bed. Michelle was sitting on the edge of the bed, attaching the second strap of a suspender to the top of a white silk stocking that was pulled up to the top of her shapely thigh.

Michelle completed the action as her husband stood motionless in the doorway and she stood to face him.

The middle aged woman was wearing a brand new, all white lingerie set. The bra was delicate and lacey so that the dark fullness of her nipples were clearly visible through the material. The suspender belt was tiny and formed a trail of ribbon around Michelle's waist. Attached to the suspender belt by eight straps were the stockings that Trevor had seen his wife attaching moments earlier and his eyes were drawn to the thick band of lace that fringed the top of Michelle's thighs. The outfit was completed by a minute, white thong that was so transparent, even from a distance, Trevor could make out the bare pussy that Michelle now kept completely smooth.

Trevor was about to talk, but his words caught in his throat as Michelle beat him to it.

"Look this isn't for your benefit you know."

"If I'm going to meet these people I'm doing it on my own terms."

"I'm not having that man see me as some frumpy housewife."

Trevor stood in silence as his wife pulled a simple yellow dress over her lingerie and sat down at the dressing table to brush her long, brunette hair.

She continued looking in the mirror and caught Trevors reflection in the glass.

"You are such an idiot Trev" she said with feeling.

"I know that Miche" he replied.

"What are you going to do" Trevor added.

Michelle let out a resigned gasp as she answered.

"I really don't know."

The car journey over to Mark's house was completed in total silence. Both husband and wife seemed to be lost in worlds of their own, so that when they pulled up outside their destination, Trevor was none the wiser as to just what his wife intended on doing with her newly acquired information.

Mark answered the door almost immediately the doorbell sounded and it was evident to Michelle that the young father was worried.

It was the older woman that entered the house first.

"Hello Mr Taylor" she said coldly.

"Or should I call you Mark"?

"Mark is fine Mrs Daniels" the younger man replied, exchanging a glance with Trevor.

"In that case, I'm Michelle" she said as she waited to be shown where to go in the house.

Trevor acknowledged his friend with a sheepish greeting.

"Alright."

Mark turned the corner of his mouth down to signify his discomfort, but he was relatively composed as he led his guests into the lounge.

As they walked through the hallway, Michelle could hear the faint sound of music from upstairs and she assumed that Bryony was in her bedroom which suited her perfectly right now.

Mark sat in one of the plush sofa's while Trevor and Michelle sat in another, directly across the large room.

As she sat, Michelle's short dress rode up on her thigh. Intially she was not aware of the movement, but she caught Mark's eye darting down towards legs and she realised that the merest hint of stocking top was on display. There was something about still having the ability to draw a male gaze that appealed to Michelle and she relaxed her leg so that a fraction more of the lacey stocking top was on view.

Mark's eyes were diverted upwards as Michelle spoke directly to him.

"Mark, I've heard my husbands version of events, now I want to hear yours."

Trevor remained silent for the next thirty minutes as Mark tried to explain how the affectionate cuddling of a father who had lost his wife, turned into the passionate fucking of a six year old daughter who had lost her mother.

As Mark reached the end of his explanation and started to move onto Trevor's involvement, Michelle stopped him. Trevor was visibly relieved as he realised his own slightly amended version of events may yet remain a secret.

"OK I've heard what comes next" Michelle said abruptly.

"I want to meet Bryony" she added.

The two men exchanged stunned, blank expressions as though the request made no sense whatsoever to them.

"Meet"? asked Mark.

"See her, talk to her" replied Michelle before repeating her previous comment.

"Meet."

"I assume that's her I can hear upstairs isn't it"? added Michelle.

Mark hesitated as if he were groping for some sort of sense from the events unfolding.

Finally he spoke.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea" he said.

Michelle's voice hardened again.

"What you think is a good idea doesn't interest me right now."

"If my husband is fucking someone else I want to talk to her whether she is six or sixty."

Trevor finally had something to add to the conversation.

"Mate just do as Michelle wants will you."

Mark was about to argue futher, but all resistance seemed to flow from him as he saw the determined look on the older mans face.

Mark rose from the sofa and began to walk towards the door.

"Hold on" he said.

Trevor and Michelle heard Mark on the stairs and then the sound of a door opening and closing.

Michelle turned towards her husband.

"Is she as pretty as she looks in that photo"? she asked.

The question took Trevor utterly by surprise so his reply was uncluttered by subterfuge.

"Yes she is" he responded.

Any further conversation was halted as the married couple heard sounds and voices from the stairs and hallway before Mark and Bryony entered the lounge.

Bryony was still wearing the jeans and red jumper that she had been wearing when Trevor had left the house earlier that day. Despite the surreal nature of the situation, Trevor still found himself hardening slightly at the thought of what lay under the six year old blondes tight jeans.

Mark sat down and drew his daughter onto his lap.

"Bry this is Mr Daniels wife, Mrs Daniels."

Bryony looked as shy and uncomprehending as Trevor had ever seen her, so it was only at her fathers prompting that she even responded to the information she had just been given.

"Sweetheart, say hello to Mrs Daniels."

The little blonde sunk further into her dads embrace as she whispered a greeting.

"Hello Mrs Daniels."

Michelle looked at the child and her features softened into a warm acknowledgement.

"Hello Bryony."

"I've heard alot about you."

Michelle paused as she moved her hand to gently caress the top of Trevor's thigh.

"You really are as pretty as everyone says aren't you."

Usually, such a comment was guarenteed to have Bryony giggling and blushing in equal measure, but today it just caused her to be slightly less apprehensive about the unfamilar situation in which she found herself.

Michelle noticed the slight response and continued talking.

"A little bird has been telling me that you and your daddy play lovely games together."

Bryony's confusion was complete and matched by the reaction of both Trevor and Mark.

"Is that true"? Michelle asked as she finished talking.

Bryony was still pressed hard against her fathers chest as Mark began to realise there may be a lifeline to all this after all.

"It's OK princess" Mark said reassuringly.

"You can tell the secret to Mrs Daniels too."

Michelle noted Bryony's continuing hesitation so she asked a more direct question.

"Where does daddy like touching you little one."

Mark moved his hand so that it was resting on his daughters slim thigh and the youngster seemed reassured by the gesture.

"On my noony" Bryony said simply.

"Oh I'm sure that feels nice doesn't it" Michelle replied.

"I bet you have a lovely noony" the middle aged woman added.

Trevor listened to the exchange with a growing sense of anticipation and hope.

"Did you know that ladies have noonys too"? Michelle asked Bryony directly as though they were the only two people in the room.

Bryony visibly relaxed and started giggling as she shook her head from side to side.

Michelle stood up and raised the hem of her dress to her waist as she replied.

"Oh they do."

The middle aged woman bent down and pulled the tiny white thong down over her hips and slid the garment from her legs. Now, as she sat, her freshly shave cunt was displayed to the tiny blonde that was avidly watching the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Why don't you show us how pretty Bryony is Mark" Michelle spoke softly.

Almost in a trance, Mark held Bryony up and lifted her to her feet.

The six year old turned to her father and raised her arms as he began removing her red jumper and t shirt. Mark moved immediately to Bryony's jeans before sliding those from her legs. Finally, almost in the same motion, he removed her knickers so that they joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

From Trevor and Michelle's viewpoint, they first saw Bryony's slim torso revealed and then watched silently as her impossibly tiny bum and slim legs were also exposed to them.

Mark kissed his daughter on the lips and, once more, sat her down in his lap so that her thighs were parted across his legs.

Both Michelle and Trevor diverted their gaze to the pussy that was now exposed between Bryony's thighs. It was not evident to Michelle, but Trevor noted with fascination that the childs pussy still bore the obvious signs of their earlier play and her cunny slit was still slightly parted in a delicious little opening.

As the married couple watched, Mark kissed Bryony for a second time, but now on the top of her head, before he began sliding his hands and and down his daughters thighs. Moments later, Mark's fingers were delving into the crease between his daughters thighs and he eased Bryony's legs apart so the play was fully revealed to both Trevor and Michelle. The couple watched as the six year olds sweet pussy was gently stroked and her puffy little slit was drawn further apart by her fathers insistent probing. Aided by the gentle penetration of earlier, the tip of Mark's middle finger disappeared as it burrowed snugly into Bryony's baby cunt.

It was Michelle's turn to experience some of the wonder that her husband had begun to enjoy on a more regular basis.

"Oh my lord" she mouthed quietly.

As she spoke, Michelle reached across and held Trevor's hand before she guided it in between her own parted thighs. Taking the bold hint, Trevor began mimicking the movements of Mark's hand on Bryony, as he gently caressed his wifes bare cunt. The obvious difference being that Trevor's fingers slipped easily and deeply into the recesses of Michelle's pussy as he realised that his wife was absolutely sopping wet.

Michelle groaned as she exchanged a prolonged glance with Bryony. Both were sitting with their legs spread while they allowed full and complete access to their most intimate parts.

Michelle sighed loudly.

"Oh christ" she moaned

Michelle leaned in towards her husband so she could whisper softly in Trevor's ear.

"Get her over here"

Michelle gasped again as she felt Trevor's finger on her clit.

"Please" she implored.