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I was a bit surprised when I first met Jeff's wife-to-be. Susanne was
attractive enough: slender with light, slightly reddish hair that was
curly, well almost to the point of being frizzy. But she definitely had
an annoying quality about her: her voice, which was a bit nasal; and
also a manner that I can only describe as a little snobbish. 

But I did come around: you see it was clear to see after getting to
know her that she really liked Jeff. She practically worshipped him
actually, and it was clear that he was smitten too: he could hardly
keep his hands off her, even in public.

It helped too that she seemed to really like me too. I was, after all,
Jeff's friend, but she made me think there was more to it than that. 
And I also have to admit that as I saw her in more different outfits,
and at the beach, I came to appreciate her body more and more. And I'm
sure that Donna picked up on my "appreciation", too. But Donna didn't
say anything; she's a pretty good sport about such things though I
wouldn't want to see how she'd react if I actually cheated on her or
something. But I caught some knowing expressions on her face and she'd
made a couple of casual comments that let me know that she pretty-well
had me figured out. And she didn't take it out on Susanne or anything:
in fact they became friends and it wasn't unusual for me to come home
on a Saturday to find them in our kitchen, chatting away.

One Saturday, after Donna and I had indulged in some rare "afternoon
fun" and were basically just lying in bed, we found Susanne at our
front door. There we were, in robes, and Susanne, who had figured out
how poor her timing was, was telling us she'd drop by some other time,
apparently ready to go back out into the rain. Donna wouldn't have it
and we ended up all sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, the three
of us.

"The middle of the afternoon; I'm impressed!" said Susanne, not
surprising me a bit since she often seemed to enjoy teasing people into
a little embarrassment.

I kissed Donna on the cheek in response and said "So are we: you
already know how we *usually* spend our Saturday afternoons." Our
chairs were next to each other and I had my arm around her.

"Well, I didn't know I was ruining things for you," Susanne replied and
giggled. I'd grown accustomed to the sound of her laugh, or it
definitely would have annoyed me.

"Well, I know you and Jeff can't keep your hands off each other," I
responded.

She didn't respond, but just sat there, leaving an almost embarrassing
silence for a second. Then came a weak "yeah," without even looking
back up at us.

"Is something wrong?" asked Donna. Again she didn't answer, but looked
nervously back and forth at me and Donna. "Tell us," Donna finally
added.

I realized Susanne was near tears. Seeing that was definitely a first
for me: Susanne was always one to be in control. Finally she spoke:
"things...aren't right."

I started to excuse myself, but Donna wouldn't have it: she put her arm
around me to hold me close to her and told me to stay. "Go on," she
finally said to Susanne.

"It's OK, you can stay," said Susanne. "Jeff doesn't like me anymore."

"What!?" I stammered. Donna elbowed me in the ribs and I shut my mouth.
"Go on," she repeated.

"We haven't... *done* anything in ages... and there's this woman where
he works..."

"Ages?" asked Donna.

"Months."

"And the woman?"

"Her name is Elaine and she's another manager. She's *really*
attractive and she dresses so nicely. When I'm there... at a party or
something, I see the way they glance at each other."

"And?" prompted Donna.

"I just *know* they... they understand each other or something."

"That's it? Just glances?" I interjected. I felt Donna nudge me again.

"I can tell," Susanne continued. "They catch each others' eye. And
sometimes exchange a quiet word so quickly. And the way she *looks* at
me."

"How does she look at you?" asked Donna.

"Like she can see right through me. She seems *amused*."

"You think she's *amused* at you?" asked Donna, showing a little
surprise.

Once again, Susanne paused before speaking. "She scares me."

"Because you think she'll take Jeff away from you?" Donna asked.

"I... it's something about the way she looks at me, so knowing."
Neither Donna nor I responded right away and in another second, Susanne
started talking again, seeming to have lost control: "I... when Jeff
and I were still... happy together, I let him take some pictures of me.
I... I don't know why I did it..."

"Pictures?" prompted Donna.

"It was just for fun you see. Jeff can be such a devil. But now I'm
afraid... I don't know where the pictures are, you see. I think *she's*
seen them."

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know! It's the way she *looks* at me. And Jeff too. Oh, it's
irrational, but I have this *dream*."

"Dream?"

"Yes! I've had it more than once. They're *both* watching me and
telling me..." she paused.

"You're naked?" asked Donna, rather bluntly.

"They tell me to undress. Then they tell me to do the things... in the
pictures. And I'm so embarrassed! And in the dream she gives me that
'look'--just like she does in real life."

I felt a little guilty that I was beginning to enjoy what was obviously
a painful confession for Susanne. "What *things*," Donna asked.

Susanne looked truly embarrassed, but in a second, she took a breath
and went on: "They make me undress, then pose... and touch myself."

"That's what's in the pictures?" asked Donna.

"Yes."

"Did you *come* in the pictures?" She didn't answer, looking obviously
embarrassed. "Did you *come* in the dream?" continued Donna. I didn't
think she could blush more, but she did.

"Where are the pictures?" Donna finally said.

"I... I don't know."

"Jeff had them?"

"Yes."

"Negatives?"

"I don't know. I looked for the pictures, but I can't find them."

"They're not in their usual place?"

"No. I mean, Jeff never told me what he did with them."

"Where do you think they might be?"

"Maybe *she* has them. Or Jeff has them at work."

"They're not hidden at home?"

"I don't think so."

Donna didn't answer right away, but seemed to be in thought. "You have
to get the pictures." Susanne didn't answer. "They'd be locked in his
desk, right?"

"I think so."

"Or his file cabinet." She paused again, then went on. "You need a key.
Find out what kind of desk keys he carries."

"What kind?"

"What brand. You'll have to substitute dummy keys while you borrow them
for a day to have them copied." Donna was intent on getting the photos
back and she outlined a rather elaborate mission to accomplish that
goal. In the end, Susanne actually ended up giving Donna a polaroid of
Jeff's keys that she took while he was taking a shower.

"How's she holding up?" I asked when Donna showed me the polaroid.

"Your little *crush*?" asked Donna, surprising me. She smiled. "She
seems OK. I think she got nervous sneaking around while Jeff could
catch her any second."

Donna called the companies and visited locksmiths, managing to get
dummy keys that looked like the ones on Jeff's key chain, and Susanne
substituted them one Saturday morning, delivering the real keys to us.
Donna had copies made and Susanne managed to replace the originals the
next morning, Jeff none the wiser.

Then it was another week before Susanne's opportunity arose. "Yes, he
told me he couldn't meet me today because of another lunch
appointment." She'd been asking him about something around lunch time
every few days, actually waiting for the time when he excused himself.
On the actual day, we dropped her off at his workplace during his lunch
after Donna had prompted her in how to talk the secretary into letting
her wait for him in his office.

"Well, it's almost over," I said after sitting there with Donna for a
little while.

"If they're there," she said. I was beginning to be impressed with
Donna's devious streak. She'd make a good PI or spy or something.

Sure enough, Susanne came out, holding a manilla envelope. We drove
off.

"Give them to me," said Donna, turning in her seat and reaching back. I
couldn't see Susanne, but evidently she handed them over because soon
Donna had the envelope on her lap. She didn't open it, but just calmly
held it on her lap. We finally dropped Susanne off. She looked a little
confusedly at Donna and I could tell she was worried about the
pictures.

"You don't want them there in the house," Donna said. "Jeff could find
them again." Susanne let it go at that, but I didn't think she looked
too sure of herself.

As soon as I started driving, Donna had the envelope open and was
looking at the pictures. "Keep your eyes on the road," she said, seeing
me glance over.

"You're a sadist," I replied.

"OK, stop the car," she said, and I did exactly that! We sat there in
the car at the side of the road, looking at the pictures. I tell you,
it was still a bit of a shock even though I had a good idea of what
they were. There was Susanne, lifting up her top, no bra, smiling at
the camera. And standing there in her bra and underpants, and another
in just underpants, hiding her breasts with her hands, and another of
her standing there completely naked.  And she *definitely* looked good.

There were some of her getting in and out of the shower, some with a
towel and some without.

And some where she was lying on the bed. There were a bunch of those,
and she was touching herself. It was definitely an interesting sequence
of pictures and it definitely looked like she made herself come.

And then there were some *submissive* poses. This was definitely a
surprise: a few with her kneeling, one with her hands behind her neck,
another with her hands held behind her body. And then on her hands and
knees.

Donna reached over and put her hand right on my cock as we looked at
them. I was a little uncomfortable with looking at these in front of
Donna, but I couldn't take my eyes off them. In one of the pictures
with her on hands and knees, she was reaching between her legs,
touching herself.

Donna had unzipped my pants and had y cock out. There was a picture of
Susanne flat on her back on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the
corners.  And another similar shot except that she was face down. Donna
had leaned down and had my cock in her mouth. I flipped through more:
Susanne standing, her hands tied above her. Donna's hands and mouth
were working on my cock as I looked. Another one showed Susanne using a
vibrator on herself, and in another she was sucking on a dildo. I
came...

I sat there, in the drivers' seat, recovering for a second. Donna was
sitting up again, looking at me. "Gotten your fill of your little
Susanne?" she asked with a little smirk. Then she took the pictures and
started putting them back in the envelope. But she paused when she saw
the pictures of Susanne in the submissive poses. She just stared at
them, putting them away very slowly, one at a time.

"You're going to do me when we get home," she announced as I drove off
and she finished shutting the envelope. As expected, she wanted to be
licked and I was happy to oblige.

We didn't hear anything from Susanne for the rest of the week, and it
was funny because I almost felt like I could sense her embarrassment
about the whole thing at a distance. She finally showed up on Saturday.
Donna was all friendly, but didn't bring up the pictures at all. She
made sure I stayed with the two of them even as they chatted about
mundane things, and I was glad to stay.

As they talked, I still sensed Susanne's embarrassment, as she went on
and on without mentioning our adventure. Finally she brought it up:
"What about the pictures?"

"They'll be safe with us," answered Donna. Susanne didn't look very
comfortable with that.

"Maybe I should take them."

"Not with Jeff in the house." Susanne still looked worried: it was
obvious that she was torn. Donna went on: "Are you still having the
dreams?"

Once again, Susanne looked disturbed for a minute and didn't answer.
"Do you?" prompted Donna.

"Sort of," finally came Susanne's answer.

"You dream of undressing in front of Jeff or Elaine?"

She shook her head "no", very briefly. She was staring at Donna and she
looked absolutely frightened. Donna smiled at her, but her smile
intrigued me somehow. There was something about it that put *me* on
edge.

"Then tell us your new dreams," said Donna. Susanne just stared at her
and never answered. She never did tell us.

Donna stood up and left. Then she was back again and sat down again.
She had a vibrator in her hand which she handed to Susanne. Susanne
took it and then stared at it in her own hand as if she didn't know how
it had gotten there.

"I want to *see* what you do in these new dreams," said Donna. Susanne
still stared at the vibrator in her hand. "Stand up," continued Donna.
Susanne still sat there, not looking at either of us and Donna suddenly
said "Do it!"

Susanne slowly stood up, pushing her chair back in the process.

"Put it on the table," said Donna. She did it.

"Show us what you do. *Now*."

Susanne started to unbutton her blouse.

After her divorce, Susanne did find another guy and they eventually
married and moved west. But by then, our manilla envelope was much
thicker.