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   "20 / 20 Visions"
   by Jack Handee
   Concerned over leaving their youngest daughter alone with a babysitter,
Kyle installs a hidden camcorder to record what's happening while he's at
work.  What shows up on the tape is much more than he and his wife Susan
expected.
   Author's Note:
   Like all my postings, this story was written with no reference to
anybody I know.  If any of the characters described herein sound like
somebody you know, it's purely coincidental.  The one exception is a
reference to a certain 'teen idol' whose sexy picture (wearing the same
outfit described in the 'body' of this text) inspired this story.  I looked
for the inspirational photo on the web to include a link, but couldn't find
it.  If anybody can send me the link, I'll repost the 'body' of this text
(pun definitely intended) so everybody can share in the visual I imagined
as I wrote this 'tongue in cheek' tale (pun intended again).
   ~Jack
   +++++
   There weren't too many things in this world that Kyle hated more than
doing the dishes; mopping up the juice spills, dealing with high chair
trays that looked like experiments in finger painting, the squishy feeling
of food sliding between his fingers as he scraped each plate by hand.  It
all added up to one miserable experience.
   "Look, just take em this one night," he begged his wife.
   "Nope," Susan said as she thumbed through a magazine.
   "I'll give you money."
   "I don't need your money, Kyle, I have money of my own," she said with a
satisfied smirk.
   "I know you do, Ms.  Working Woman . . .  will you do it for love?"
   That at least brought a giggle.  "No Kyle, Wednesday is your night to do
the dishes.  We decided when I went back to work that you were going to
share in the household chores . . .  now get to work."
   Kyle let out a long sigh and started clearing the plates from the dinner
table.  "What happened to the days when men were the breadwinners and women
wore the aprons?" he grumbled.
   "What did you say?" Susan snipped, looking over the top of her magazine.
   "Nothing dear."
   "I didn't think so."
   Kyle knew his question didn't deserve an answer.  The family's
disposable income had nearly doubled since Susan had gone back to work,
which meant that Kyle finally had enough extra cash for an occasional round
of golf and maybe even a few beers with his buddies.  Doing the dishes was
a small price to pay for the luxuries the extra cash provided.
   With the dishwasher engaged and the last of the overflow finished and
put away, he settled into his recliner with hopes of nailing a couple of
more chapters in the latest Jack Handee novel he had just started.  The
kids were fixated in front of the television watching some lame show on
Nickelodeon.  Granted, they didn't seem to think it was lame, as their
constant belly laughing was proving to be quite the distraction.  Susan was
curled into the corner of the couch, heads-down in her latest cross-stitch
project.
   "Where are you in that book?" she asked without looked up.
   "They just found the restaurant owner dead," Kyle mumbled as he turned a
page.
   "Oooohh, that's a good part.  Wait till you get to the end.  Jack does
such a good job of making you think the killer's a man that . . .  oh oh .
. .  I kind of gave it away, didn't I?"
   Kyle shut the book with a clap.  "Thanks Susan . . .  thanks a lot."
   "Sorry," Susan smiled.  She looked at the clock on the wall.  It's your
bedtime guys . . .  pajamas -- now."
   "Oh Mom," the boys grunted, getting up from their seated positions in
front of the television and making their towards their bedroom.
   "What's on the tube?" Susan asked.  She grabbed the remote, flipping a
few channels before pausing as some familiar theme music poured from the
television speakers.
   "Ahhh, it's 20/20," Kyle said.  "Look, there's Hugh, and he's joined by
Babwa Wa Wa."
   "Good, I've been waiting for this.  I heard earlier they're having a
segment on psycho babysitters."
   Susan put the boys to bed and returned just as the first story was
beginning.  Both she and Kyle watched with pained interest as the story
unfolded.  It involved working parents who were forced to leave their
infants and toddlers at home with what seemed like perfectly reliable
babysitters.  The horror began when they started suspecting something was
wrong, either because the child screamed bloody murder whenever the
caregiver got near, or worse, when they started noticing bruises and other
unexplained abrasions on their children's limbs.
   "This type of thing just makes me sick," Susan said.  "I knew I
shouldn't have gone back to work."
   "I thought you screened that babysitter we hired?"
   "I DID Kyle!"
   "She's the one Frank and Jill have known for years, right?"
   "Yeah, but I'm sure these people knew their babysitters for years . . .
you know, it would have helped a lot if you would have interviewed her
too!"
   "Yes dear." That argument had been lost long ago.
   It seemed the couples in question confirmed their suspicions through the
use of handheld video cameras strategically placed in their homes so they
could maintain a watchful eye on what was happening when the parents were
away at work.  The videotapes were frightening to watch, but provided an
unquestionable documentary of what was happening while the parents were
away.  Kyle and Susan watched with knotted stomachs as a kindly grandmother
type beat a kid in the head with a spoon when he wouldn't stop crying. 
Another involved an absent minded teenager lounging on the couch and
talking on the phone while the kid sat on the floor screaming for
attention.
   "That's it," Susan said, flipping off the television.  "I'm quitting my
job.  I'm not leaving Tamara home alone again."
   "Susan, you're overreacting--"
   "That's what these people said, Kyle!" she blurted, pointing to the TV.
She stared at him.  "I want you to do what they did -- I want you to set up
the video camera tomorrow and tape Kimberly when she comes over."
   "Who's Kimberly?"
   Susan's eyes narrowed and her lips tightened.  "Who's Kimberly -- that's
the babysitter's name!  If you could have dragged yourself away from work
for a single morning to help out with the interview you would know that."
   "Tomorrow Susan . . .  I'll set it up tomorrow," he sighed.
   +++++
   Kyle set his alarm to wake up an hour early and called into the office
to say he would be late.  Part of the plan when Susan went back to work was
to save for a larger house.  This morning the quaint nature of their
suburban home actually worked to Kyle's advantage.  There was only one room
outside of the bedrooms that contained any furniture.  That's where the
television was and where most of the family time was spent.  It would be
easy to get a pretty good idea of what was going on during the day just by
monitoring that one part of the house.
   He unpacked the video camera and spent about an hour trying different
locations in the room in an effort to judge the best angle for what he was
trying to capture.  It seemed the plant shelf located to the right of where
the television was situated provided the best view, while not drawing too
much attention.  He positioned the camera behind some decorative plastic
ivy and stood back towards the door, his hand in his pocket and his thumb
on the remote control.
   Rehearsing the final moment before he would leave the house, he
nonchalantly pressed the record button.  Nothing happened.  He moved a
couple of feet closer -- still nothing.  After a couple of more tries, he
had determined that a range of five to six feet worked the best.  Any
further and the remote wouldn't work; any closer and it wouldn't seem
natural.  He pulled down the camera one last time, rewound the tape,
secured a strip of black electricians tape over the recording light, and
everything was ready to go.
   Susan appeared with the boys in tow and their daughter Tamara under one
arm.  "Everything ready?" she asked.
   "Yep, I can even start it with the remote control.  See?" He held up the
plastic rectangle from inside his pocket.
   The doorbell rang.  "That's her," Susan said.  "Here, take Tamara and
I'll answer it.  Boys, get your shoes on."
   Kyle returned the remote to his pocket and scooped his daughter out of
Susan's arms, sitting her on the floor and pushing a few toys in her
direction to keep her busy.  He could hear Susan talking to whats-her-name
the babysitter as they made their way into the kitchen.  Whoever she was
didn't sound like a child-abuser, but in today's day and age, who really
knows.
   "That's my husband," he heard Susan say.  "He's got a late meeting
today, which is why he's still here."
   Kyle turned around expecting to see another lanky, brace-faced teenager
similar to the usual babysitters he and Susan hired before Tamara was born
-- but this time things were different.  Damn Susan's got good taste in
babysitters, he thought to himself as he made his way into the kitchen.
   "Hi, I'm Kyle," he said, reaching out his hand.
   "I'm Kimberly," she smiled.
   What a cutie, Kyle thought to himself.  He was terrible at estimating
teen's ages, but if he had to guess, he would have pegged Kimberly between
seventeen and nineteen years old.  She stood about five foot five with a
moderately slender frame that was nicely showcased in a pair of loose
fitting blue jeans held up by some rather shapely hips.  Her hair, a
golden, tinted shade of blonde, was long and razor straight, tucked behind
her ears and falling to the middle of her bosom.  Her eyes, a deep shade of
almond brown, sat symmetrically on her face.
   "So anyway," Susan interrupted, drawing Kimberly's attention away from
Kyle.  "You know the routine by now.  Bottles are in the dishwasher.  I
just bought two new packages of diapers and they're in the closet off the
living room.  My sister will come by later, so if you have her in the
outfit I laid out for her by 4:00 p.m., then she'll pick her up.  I should
be home shortly after that."
   Kimberly's fingertips were stuffed into her pockets, causing her slender
shoulders to shrug slightly as she nodded and listened to Susan's
instructions.  Her sizeable cleavage was covered in a fire-engine-red belly
shirt that clung to her upper body like a second layer of skin.  Kyle
looked closer and saw the words 'Cougars' and 'Cheerleaders' wrapped around
an insignia of a megaphone.  Give me an 'F', he thought to himself,
suppressing a grin.
   "Okay, I'm just about ready to go.  Boys, are you almost ready?" she
shouted.  "I need to get my purse from the bedroom.  I'll be right back."
   Susan left the room and Kimberly turned to Kyle.  "So . . .  you have a
meeting this morning?"
   "A meeting?"
   "Uh, yeah . . .  that's what Susan said.  You were still home because
you had a late meeting."
   "A meeting!" Kyle said.  "Right . . .  yeah, got a meeting his morning."
   "So, what do you do?"
   "Civil engineer," he said with a nod.  There was an awkward silence. 
"You know . . .  you look really familiar to me . . .  have we met before?"
   "It's possible," Kimberly replied in a tiny voice.  "But I don't think
so."
   "No, I know you from somewhere," Kyle said, trying to concentrate.  He
snapped his fingers.  "I've got it!"
   He made his way into the living room, passing Susan as she returned with
her purse.  Grabbing a stack of magazines, he sifted through several.  "Ah,
here it is," he said, making his way back to the kitchen.  "You look like
somebody famous . . .  give me a minute and I'll find it." He flipped
through the magazine pages.
   "Britney Spears," Kimberly said with a sigh like she could read his
mind.
   "I'll find it, just give me a minute.  Yeah, here it is . . .  Britney
Spears!" he said, turning the magazine around and holding it up.
   "That's what she just said, Kyle," Susan snipped.
   Kimberly let out a nervous giggle, revealing an incredibly sexy smile
that was as white as the polar ice cap.  "Yeah, I hear that a lot."
   Kyle stared at the magazine, then at Kimberly.  "I mean, it's uncanny .
. .  you two could be sisters.  That's a real compliment, by the way. 
She's a gorgeous girl."
   "I *wish* we were sisters," Kimberly grinned.  "Then maybe I could hit
her up for a student loan."
   Kyle felt warm all over watching her smile.  She had one of those faces
that advertised her emotions.  "Wow, that's incredible," he added.  "Susan,
don't you think she looks a lot like--"
   He turned to see his wife staring at him, her eyes narrow, her arms
crossed over her chest.  Being married had a way of enhancing telepathic
communications.  He only hoped Susan hadn't read *everything* he was
thinking about Kimberly.
   "Put your tongue back in your mouth, Kyle.  It's almost time to go," she
hissed from between clenched teeth.
   Kimberly blushed and turned away.
   "What?" Kyle said as he felt himself heating up with embarrassment.  "I
was just saying that she looks a lot like--"
   "Don't you have something you need to do?" Susan interrupted.
   Kyle was confused, then remembered the camcorder.  "Oh, yeah . . .  are
we ready to go?"
   "Yes, Kyle . . .  we're ready to go," Susan repeated, her voice even
tenser than before.
   *****
   Kyle turned into the driveway, arriving home later than usual.  He
secured the car and made his way into the house, noticing immediately how
quiet it was without the kids.  Susan had arranged for her sister to pick
them up so she and Kyle could have a break.  She started dinner as Kyle
fetched and rewound the videotape that had been running all day.  With
everything ready, he grabbed the remote control and waited for Susan to
join him on the couch.
   "I'm really nervous about this," she said.  "I'll just die if I see
something like we saw on that show the other night."
   "Well, I really don't think that's the case, but we'll soon find out.
   He pointed the remote control unit at the VCR and hit 'play'.  The first
part of the tape recorded the time immediately after Susan and Kyle left
for work and was pretty much what they expected; Tamara playing on the
floor while Kimberly moved around her, straightening up the dizzying array
of scattered toys.  They fast-forwarded through an hour or so of Kimberly
playing with Tamara, talking to her, changing her, and all the other stuff
a babysitter does.  All in all, it was pretty heart warming and totally
absent of the traumas inflicted by the psycho babysitters they had watched
on 20/20.
   "See, you have nothing to worry about," Kyle said, swatting Susan's leg
with the back of his hand.
   Saying nothing, Susan grabbed the remote and started fast forwarding
again as Kyle made his way upstairs to change out of his work clothes.  He
was just pulling on his t- shirt, when he heard Susan shouting his name
from downstairs.  He hurried down into the living room.  "What is it?"
   "That!" she said, pointing at the television.
   At first he thought she had changed the channel, until he realized that
the picture on the television was still one of his living room.  Sitting on
the couch was a teenage male, probably about eighteen or nineteen years
old, wearing shorts, sandals, and a tank top.
   "Who the hell is that?" Kyle asked, looking at Susan.
   She glared up at him.  "That's Jeremy," she said tensely.
   "Who the hell is Jeremy and what's he doing in our living room?"
   "Apparently, it's Kimberly's boyfriend.  He was over here today while we
were at work."
   "Boyfriend?  Today?  How do you know?"
   "Well, if you saw the way she was hanging on him earlier, you wouldn't
have to ask."
   "That's weird . . .  I called home about 2:30 and she said sounded like
she was alone.  In fact, she sounded pretty out of it -- said that Tamara
was down for her nap and she was taking a nap herself in front of the TV."
   "Well, maybe that was before he got here.  Either way, I don't like the
idea of boys hanging out while we're gone, do you?"
   Kyle grinned.  "No way . . .  remember when you used to baby-sit and *I*
would come over?"
   "My point exactly," Susan said with a frown.  "I'm being serious here,
Kyle.  Doesn't it bother you?"
   "Yeah, I suppose -- although she obviously loves Tamara, that much was
obvious earlier.  Maybe there's no harm."
   They watched for a few minutes as Jeremy sat alone on the couch reading
a magazine.  Kimberly had disappeared from the living room, most likely on
her way to putting Tamara down for a nap.  She eventually returned and
grabbed the remote control, pointing it at the television.  "What do you
want to watch?" Kimberly asked.  "Jerry Springer?"
   "Yeah, that's fine," Jeremy said as Kimberly plopped herself into the
cushion next to him.
   "This is sorta eerie," Susan said.  "From where you have that camera
positioned . . . it's like we're sitting across from each other."
   Kyle laughed.  He hadn't thought of it that way, but Susan was right. 
It was like Jeremy and Kimberly were on one couch and he and Susan were on
another directly facing them.  They were all watching TV in silence,
providing the illusion of a weird sort of stare-down.  Jeremy eventually
raised his arm over his head and wrapped it around Kimberly's shoulder as
she nestled close.
   "Well, this is exciting -- us watching a couple of love-sick teenagers
watching TV," Kyle said sarcastically.  "Your mind is made up that you're
going to fire her -- how much more of this do you need to see?"
   "Well, I *think* I'm going to fire her.  Why did she have to go and do
this?  Things were working out so well."
   "I'm getting a beer -- you want one?"
   "No thanks."
   Kyle made is way towards the outdoor refrigerator.  Grabbing a beer and
making his way back into the house, he noticed Susan's sitting position on
the couch had changed.  She was leaned back into the cushion and hugging a
pillow, her legs tucked underneath her body like whatever she was watching
had her totally engrossed.  "What's so interesting?" he asked, making his
way into the kitchen and grabbing a glass.
   She looked up when he walked back into the living room.  "Well, a lot
happened when you were gone," she said with a smirk.
   Kyle looked at the television.  "Hey now!" he said with a chuckle.
   Apparently Kimberly and Jeremy had also grown tired of watching TV and
were now engaged in a fierce round of tongue wrestling.  Kimberly was
leaned back into the sofa cushion as Jeremy leaned across her, his hands
roaming back and forth across her bare stomach, then upwards in a massage
of her skin-tight belly shirt.  With no signs of resistance in sight, his
fingers traveled downward to the button of her blue jeans.  "Mmmm . . . 
no," Kimberly mouthed between kisses, deflecting his hand back to her
breasts.
   "Strike one," Kyle snickered, taking a swig of his beer.
   "That's it, she's outta here," Susan said.  "I'm not having this going
on while I'm at work."
   "Well, I see your point." Kyle licked his lips and felt his pants
tighten as he watched Jeremy massaging Kimberly's ample bosom.  "But we're
not turning off the video, are we?"
   Susan giggled.  "Not a chance."
   They watched as Jeremy slid his hand up and under her top.  Without
breaking from their kissing, Kimberly arched her shoulders and wiggled the
belly-shirt up to her chin.  Her bra-encased breasts where large for her
small frame and fighting the boundaries of the lace cups that held them
captive.  She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, before dragging
the red belly-shirt up and over her head and tossing it to the floor.  With
a wry smile, she inched the bra straps down her shoulders as the cups fell
into her hands.  Her nipples were pink, round and pronounced like small
teacup saucers.  She giggled as Jeremy teased and tugged at them with his
fingertips.
   "Come here," she growled, pulling his head down and burying his face in
her naked cleavage.  The whole scene was heating up in a hurry as his mouth
moved from breast to breast, slurping and tugging her swollen nipples as
she leaned back into the sofa cushion, moaning in pleasure.
   "Real or implants?" Kyle asked.
   "Too young to be implants, I would think, but they're big enough.  Just
wait till Britney Spears hits forty -- then I'll have the last laugh,"
Susan said.  Kyle laughed with her.  "Do you wish my boobs were that big?"
she added.
   "Sweetie, I like your breasts just as they are . . .  besides, the last
pregnancy didn't exactly leave you flat chested."
   "I know, but they're not as perky as hers."
   "You said it best . . .  wait till she hits forty.  And stop calling her
Britney Spears . . .  it's weirding me out to think I have a teen idol
having sex in my living room while I'm at work."
   Susan smiled.  "Well, that's what *you* called her.  I just wish she'd
hurry up with Jeremy's surfer shorts."
   Kyle looked back at the television screen to see Kimberly leaning up
back into the couch as Jeremy leaned forward, enveloping her breast with
his mouth.  Her head was nodding back and forth, her long hair spilled
across the sofa cushion as he bathed her nipples in saliva, tugging
occasionally with his teeth as his hand roamed back and forth across her
tanned stomach.
   "Want to make a bet he makes another go for the pants here in a minute?"
Kyle asked in anticipation.
   "Probably . . .  but I'm hoping she gets to his here pretty soon too."
   "I think she heard you," Kyle said.
   As if responding to Susan's request, Kimberly pushed Jeremy away and
back into the cushion as she pulled his shirt up and over his shoulders. 
His leaned back position made clear the visible outline of his man-sized
hard-on.
   "Very impressive," Susan said with a growl of a giggle.
   Kyle gave her a look and took another swig of beer, looking back in time
to see Jeremy, now bare chested, stuffing his tongue into Kimberly's mouth
as his hand moved to the fastener of her blue jeans.  He fumbled for a
moment but, unlike before, her resistance had faded.  She allowed him to
continue.  With the snap undone, he dragged down her zipper and pushed open
the denim lapels of her pants, revealing a glimpse of her white panties.
   "Told ya," Kyle smiled as Jeremy worked his hand inside Kimberly's
jeans.
   Her hips started to wiggle to the movement as he plunged his hand
deeper. A moaning starting to surface as he buried his mouth into her neck.
Suddenly the sound of the ringing telephone erupted from the television
screen.  "Phone," Kimberly gasped as Jeremy's mouth returned to her breast,
his lips moving in frenzy across her breasts as the outline of his hand
moved like a wave inside her jeans.
   She pushed him back, far enough to reach for the cordless telephone. 
"Hold on," she said, grabbing his forearm and pulling his hand out of her
pants as she tried to hit the talk button on the telephone.  "Hello?" she
said, out of breath.  "Oh, hi Kyle."
   Susan started laughing.  "Some nap, huh?"
   "I don't believe this.  I mean, she sounded like she'd been asleep."
   Despite her attempts to keep him at bay, Jeremy wasn't slowing down,
even as Kimberly talked on the phone.  He moved his mouth from her breasts
to her stomach, running his tongue across her belly button as his hands
tugged her jeans lower.  Kimberly's eyes fluttered, her free hand trying
unsuccessfully to ward off his advances.
   "Yeah, she's been fine . . .  yeah, she's down for a nap now." Kimberly
was almost moaning as she spoke into the phone.
   There was a pause.  She wiggled and tried to push Jeremy away before
covering the phone receiver with her hand.  "Quit it!  It's the guy who
lives here!" she whispered.
   Jeremy leaned up with a wicked grin and grabbed the edge of her jeans,
working them down to reveal the top of her panties.  She grabbed the denim
with one hand, stopping their descent.  'STOP IT!' she mouthed again.  "No,
I'm here," she said in the phone.  "Sorry, I'm always kind of out of it
when I first wake up . . .  Yeah, I was taking a nap myself."
   Her attention diverted for a moment, Jeremy stood up and grabbed the end
of her pant legs, pulling forward and almost dragging her off the sofa
cushion.  The one-handed grip she was using to keep her jeans up gave way
and he jerked harder until her pants came down and to a midpoint on her
hips.  He stood up, fighting a laugh, before dragging them the rest of the
way off her legs and tossing them to the stack of clothes on the floor. 
Her legs were slender and curvaceous, her panties the same color as the bra
she had removed earlier.
   "I can't believe this . . .  I can't believe I was talking to her when
all this was going on," Kyle said.
   "Don't trade your day job in to be a private detective," Susan
snickered.
   Her pants off, Jeremy grabbed the edges of her panties.  Similar to when
she tried to keep the jeans on, she had a fistful of the material and
nodded a stern, but silent 'NO' -- he grinned and nodded 'YES' as he pulled
harder until the beginnings of a ripping sound could be heard.  Her eyes
grew wide and she let go.  That was the break he was waiting for and Jeremy
pulled the underwear down her hips and lower to her calf muscles,
eventually working them around her feet.
   "Shit," Kyle mumbled, shuffling in his seat.  "This is . . .  "
   "Pretty hot?" Susan said with a knowing smile.
   Standing up, Jeremy undid his shorts and pulled them down around his
hips.  His stiff cock bobbed in the air as he stumbled, working them down
and around his ankles, before climbing on to the couch.
   "No, she's been really good," Kimberly said into the phone, obviously
trying to remain calm as Jeremy wiggled between her legs.
   Kyle smirked.  "There we go."
   Jeremy resumed his kisses to Kimberly's stomach, starting immediately to
move lower.  She leaned up and watched, but did nothing to stop him as he
scooped up her thighs and draped them over his shoulders.  The angle of the
camera prevented Kyle and Susan from seeing Jeremy's mouth, but judging
from the look on Kimberly's face, whatever he was doing between her legs
was proving effective.
   "Oh . . .  okay," Kimberly whispered, lifting the mouthpiece away so as
not to be heard.  "Okay, I'll see you later then," she said, out of breath.
   She fumbled for the off button on the phone receiver and dropped it to
the floor, her hands running through Jeremy's thick, blonde hair as she
pulled his face tighter between her thighs.  "Shit Jeremy, don't ever do
that again . . .  that was the guy who . . .  Oh god . .  .  lives here."
   Jeremy continued to bury his face between Kimberly's legs for a good
five minutes.  By that point, Kyle was sporting a man-sized hard-on of his
own.  He turned to Susan and spotted a familiar gleam in her eyes. 
"Enjoying this?" he asked teasingly.
   Startled, she turned to him.  "Enjoying it?  Kyle, this is making me so
wet."
   Kyle reached out and grabbed the remote control, hitting the stop
button. "What are you doing?" she asked in a stressed tone.
   "I've got an idea," Kyle said with a wicked grin.  "Let's do what they
do . . .  "
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean, it's pretty likely they're not slowing down anytime soon.  It's
kind of a mystery, wondering what they'll do next.  Let's play along . . .
take off your bra and I'll take off my pants."
   Susan giggled.  "I don't know Kyle."
   "What?  How often do are we alone like this?  Let's take advantage of
it."
   Susan blushed and started unbuttoning her top.  Kyle grinned, stood up,
and unfastened his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he pulled his
shirt over his head.  Susan watched him patiently, waiting until he was
nude, then patted the cushion next to her.  He sat down as she worked her
skirt down and around her legs, half covering herself with her clothes. 
"Don't stare," she said, self-consciously.  "I don't have one those
'Britney Spears' bodies anymore."
   Kyle smiled and leaned across, kissing her deeply.  There was no doubt
he enjoyed looking at Britney Spears sprawled out nude on the couch, or
whatever her name was, but at the end of the day she didn't hold a candle
to his wife.  "Susan, you're more beautiful than the day I met you . . . 
now get the rest of the way undressed -- I'm dying here."
   She let out a deep laugh from the center of her belly and pulled her
blouse back and over her shoulders.  Kyle leaned down and worked his mouth
across the lace of her bra as she reached behind to undo the clasp.  She
tossed the bra aside as Kyle took her nipple between his lips.  He moved to
his knees and nestled himself between her legs.  Reaching back to the
coffee table, he grabbed the remote control and handed it to Susan.  "Start
the tape," he whispered as he worked her panties down her hips.
   Susan pointed the remote control towards the TV as he pulled her to the
edge of the sofa cushion.  He heard the VCR engage as he draped her thighs
over his shoulders, pressing his mouth into the warm flesh of her stomach.
   "That feels good, Kyle," she moaned, running her fingernails through his
hair as she guided his face lower between her legs.
   She was already soaked with excitement as Kyle's lips first brushed
against her pussy.  She let out a lustful moan and he pulled her thighs
tighter against his cheeks, pressing his face hard between her legs.  He
loved going down on Susan, feeling the warmth of the baby-soft thighs
against his whiskers, tasting her juices as he drove his tongue deep inside
her, the rake of fingernails across his shoulders as her lower body started
to quiver.  He was forcing his tongue in and out as her body rose and fell
against the sofa when he heard the TV go off.  The tape stopped and the
room grew silent, short of Susan's moans that seemed to be getting louder
with each passing second.  "Don't stop, Kyle . . .  I'm close," she moaned,
guiding the motion of his tongue between her legs.
   He drew his mouth back slightly and used his fingers, while his tongue
and lips teased and tugged at her swollen clit.  Her breathing turned
savage as her hands grabbed into his cheeks, driving his mouth up and down
between her legs, her body beginning to thrash against him with the waves
of her orgasm.  He continued until her movements started to subside. 
Slowly he pulled back and gently wiped the juices from his mouth against
the inside of her thigh. Susan was staring at the ceiling, her breasts
heaving.
   "You okay?" he whispered, as he tried to catch his breath.
   "Incredible . . .  Sorry that was so quick, but I was just so turned
on."
   He smiled.  "Well, I'm sure there's more where that came from.  Why did
you stop the tape?"
   "Cuz you'll want to see what's happening."
   Kyle turned around.  The screen was frozen, but he could still make out
the picture.
   Both Kimberly and Jeremy were now nude, him seated on the couch and her
seated next to him.  Her body was incredible.  Firm, yet curvaceous; not
like one of those twiggy females.  Her breasts were heavy and large.  A
threaded bikini tan line ran down each breast, deliciously dividing her
skin into a sun-drenched brown with a sharply contrasting, milky white
underside.
   Kyle inched up to a seat next to Susan on the couch.  "This is so
friggen bizarre," he said out loud.  "It's like watching a porno that was
taped in our own living room."
   He felt Susan's breasts pushing into her arm as she nestled herself
close, taking his cock in her hand.  "Start the tape," she said.
   He fumbled for the play button and the sound ignited from the TV.  There
were some mumbles between Jeremy and Kimberly, the sound of their bodies
moving together, their lips smacking as they kissed -- the occasional sound
of skin-on-skin as she stroked his man-sized cock.
   Kyle felt his own arousal kicking into overdrive as Susan mimicked what
they were watching, stroking his erection as Kimberly pumped Jeremy's. 
Years of marriage had its benefits and Susan was taking full advantage. 
She knew all of Kyle's pressure points; she knew when he liked it fast,
when he needed it slow.  She knew how he loved it when her thumb would
tickle the sensitive underside of his swollen, purple head.  Most effective
was how she would bring him to the brink of orgasm, then pull back with
only nanoseconds to spare.
   "Told ya you'd like it," she giggled, as Kyle's legs began to tremble.
   Kimberly inched back into a lying position, her face hovering over
Jeremy's hard-on, her heavy breasts pushing into the exact part of the
couch that Kyle was now sitting on.  She languished her mouth over Jeremy's
engorged member, tickling and tasting with her tongue, the top of his shaft
occasionally disappearing into her mouth.  The look on Jeremy's face was
one of almost anguish.  "Go lower," he begged.  "In your mouth . . . 
more."
   "I'm trying, Jeremy," Kimberly said in an irritated tone.  She resumed,
taking a little more of his cock in her mouth, but not as much as he was
begging for.
   "I don't think she likes it," Susan said.  "She's barely going down on
him."
   "I know . . .  but she's young," Kyle said.
   Susan looked in his direction as she increased the rhythm of her fist.
Kyle looked down.  He was purple, rock hard and growing wetter by the
moment.
   "This is what she should be doing," Susan whispered, leaning down and
swallowing half of Kyle's cock in a single, fluid movement.
   His hips tensed and arched off the couch as the warmth of Susan's mouth
surrounded his shaft.  "Oh God, Susan," he moaned as her lips plunged and
withdrew in long tight strides.
   He looked back to the television screen.  Kimberly's gorgeous nude body
was lying lengthwise on the couch, her round butt rising and falling
slightly.  He had the base of Jeremy's cock tight in her fist as her mouth
traced back and forth across him.  She paused and wiped the goo from her
lips, an expression of disgust on her face.  "It's getting all wet,
Jeremy," she whined.
   Susan started laughing; her lips still wrapped around Kyle's cock.  She
pulled up for air and worked him with her hand.  "See, that perky little
body of hers can't compete with a real woman, now can it?"
   Kyle looked down and smiled.  "Absolutely no competition."
   Susan grinned and wrapped her mouth around him again.  The strides of
her mouth were hard and long, reaching all the way to the base of his cock
as her lips and nose brushed against his pubic hair.  "God, Susan."
   She pulled up again.  "I don't mind the goo, Kyle.  Just remember to
tell me."
   He nodded silently and she resumed.  He looked back to the TV screen to
see Kimberly moving back into a sitting position.
   Jeremy eased her into the couch and on to her back.  She stared up at
him as he wrestled a condom from the pocket of his shorts, tore open the
plastic wrapper, and wrapped the sheath down his swollen cock.  In a
surreal moment, Kimberly turned and faced the camera, a look of erotic
concentration on her face as Jeremy crawled between her legs.  Kyle could
actually see her body tense as Jeremy reached down and positioned his cock,
before moving his hips forward and entering.
   "Hmmpf, what are they doin?" Susan mumbled with Kyle's cock still wedged
firmly between her cheeks.
   "He's fucking her," Kyle mumbled.  "But please don't stop.  I'll rewind
it for you later .  . .  I promise."
   Susan giggled, not letting up, instead sucking harder and faster as
Kyle's hips rose and fell.
   Kyle looked back to the TV screen.  Kimberly was stretched out on her
back with her long legs wrapped around Jeremy's butt as his hips drove his
cock into her in thrust after thrust.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth
groped for air as her hands ran up and down his back.  Eventually Jeremy
pressed his palms into the couch and raised himself up, fucking Kimberly so
hard that it seemed her body might disappear into the sofa cushions.  Her
lower lip was clenched between her teeth in an attempt to muffle her moans.
   Susan raised up and pumped Kyle's cock with her fist as she glanced at
Kimberly and Jeremy fucking on the TV screen.  "God, he's really giving it
to her."
   "I . . .  know," Kyle grunted as Susan brought him closer.
   She looked up at him and smiled.  "You close?" she whispered.  "Cum for
me sweetheart . . .  I want to taste every drop of you."
   Before he had a chance to answer, Susan's mouth was sucking him again.
He pulled her hair to the side so he could see clearly his cock sliding
between her cheeks.  He looked at her naked ass curled up on the couch.  He
glanced at the screen.  Jeremy's wire- like frame was flushed and pumped
red with blood as he fucked Kimberly harder and harder, her breasts
jiggling with the motion of his thrusting hips.
   "Uh, uh, uh," Kimberly gasped in broken moans.  Her eyes opened and she
reached up, grabbing Jeremy's face in her hands and staring into her eyes.
"I'm cumming," she squeaked.
   Her thighs locked around Jeremy's naked hips.  He delivered several
final thrusts as Kimberly eyes squeezed tight, no doubt in an attempt to
keep from screaming.  "I'm cumming, too," Jeremy gasped.
   Kyle looked down at Susan.  "Honey . . .  I'm going to cum too."
   Susan responded by pushing her mouth tighter around his cock, driving
all the way to the base and up again, over and over in jack-hammer-like
movements.  She withdrew and plunged again as he felt the humming rush
through his balls.  Up and down she continued to suck until he could hold
it back no longer, his orgasm exploding into her mouth in wave after heated
wave.
   Just as she promised, not a single drop was missed as Susan slowed her
mouth, gently caressing him and licking him clean until he fell flaccidly
from her lips.  She looked up, smiled, and gently kissed him on the cheek.
   They turned to the screen in time to see Jeremy drag his flaccid cock
out of Kimberly and stand up; disappearing towards the bathroom as Kimberly
searched for her panties.
   *****
   Kimberly sat on the sofa cushion across from Kyle and Susan, shifting
nervously in her seat.  Susan was really pouring on the heat -- pausing
between each bullet item as she read from the notepad, staring relentlessly
into Kimberly's eyes.
   "So those are the rules Kimberly.  We think you're doing a great job and
Tamara loves you, but we're serious about these, especially the one
regarding no outside visitors when we're not home.  Do you think you can
live within these guidelines?"
   Kimberly swallowed hard, her face flush.  "Yes, Susan, I can live with
those.  I really need this job and I really do love Tamara . . .  just like
she was a member of my own family."
   Kyle watched Susan as she watched Kimberly.  He could see that she was
searching the teenager's eyes in an attempt to decide if she was telling
the truth.  "Alright then," Susan said.  "Kyle, unless you disagree, I feel
okay about Susan continuing in her current role."
   "Yeah, fine by me," Kyle said.
   Susan looked at Kimberly.  "Well, if there's nothing else, you can go."
   Kimberly stood, grabbed her purse, and didn't look back.
   "Wow, was that stressful," Susan said, as they listened to the front
door open and close.
   "And to think . . .  you were general about no outside visitors.  I kept
wondering if she was going to play dumb, like she hadn't done anything
wrong."
   "I know, but she could tell I knew something . . .  Also if I was in her
shoes, I would die of embarrassment to think somebody watched a tape with
me in like the one we watched of her.  She got the point without me having
to be that specific.  Besides, I believe her when she says she really loves
Tamara and it's obvious Tamara really loves her.  I don't think we'll have
that problem anymore."
   "Me either," Kyle said.
   "So, you get the margaritas . . .  "
   "And you rewind the tape," Kyle added with a wicked grin.  "Maybe we
should make a copy, in case we wear this one out."
   Susan laughed.  "Good idea."
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