Candid Camera

Suzanne walked in the door after another long weekend of work. She loved her promotion, but she wasn’t loving the time commitment. She didn’t mind work, but the travel. . . . she was now spending at least one weekend a month on the road, sometimes more, and while the hotels were nice, it was usually only a place to sleep with 10 hour or longer meetings, then dinner with the executives. But to achieve a high position was something she had wanted to do, something she had wanted to prove to herself.
At least life at home was good. Her daughter Evelyn was growing up to be a beautiful young lady, she had been so excited last weekend to get her driver’s license. She looked a lot like Suzanne in the eyes, and a bit in the butt, and her hair was obviously of her mother’s heritage, but everything else . . . it had to come from her father. Suzanne had never met any of Frederico’s family, because he really didn’t have any. His parents died young and he was an only child. Evelyn had followed in that tradition as she was an only child and Frederico had died in a highway car accident when Evelyn was only 5.

It had been hard on both of them, but Suzanne was a lucky woman. She had found an even better man when she met Devon. He was a tall drink of water, handsome and cultured. He worked for an exporting division for a capital company, so his hours were not crazy, lots of tele-commuting actually, and the pay was very nice. Of course he was in his late 40’s like Suzanne but he worked out, had a balanced diet and the hair was only starting to thin on top. He had a bit of a paunch, and his arms dangled just a tad when over his head but other than that, he looked damn good for his age. But that wasn’t his best quality.

Even when he had that muss of thick black hair on top and was still in the shape of a daily runner when they met 11 years ago, that wasn’t his best quality. He had a very sturdy 7 and a half inch cock, with substantial girth, but that also wasn’t his best quality, though it sure gave Suzanne plenty of pleasure. Had she not had to have a hysterectomy after having Evelyn, she was sure they would have had children, considering how often they had made love those first few years together. Not that their sex life was bad now, they just didn’t have time for a lot of intimacy, Suzanne was working all the time. But when they had a weekend off together, they would still dirty a set of sheets. He could cum a lot and Suzanne was the rare breed of woman who not only loved the taste of a man’s seed, but liked the feel of it too. She liked it on her breasts, stomach, anywhere but the face really, and she loved to smell him after they had coitus.

She put her briefcase on the counter top and walked her carry on luggage to the bedroom. She didn’t look hard at the bed, it wasn’t made, but that wasn’t odd for Devon. He was a clean and tidy guy, but he never wanted to make the bed. He always complained it was a waste of time when they would be sleeping again. She didn’t pull the cover’s back, so she didn’t see stains beneath. She went to the bathroom, then brushed her teeth and went back to the kitchen, paying no attention to Devon’s laptop on the bed side table.

It was Sunday morning and she was scheduled to be back on Monday but had jumped at the chance to come home early. She had expected to surprise Evelyn and Devon but no one was home. She grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and water and pulled out her cell to call them. The damn thing was dead. She really needed to get a new phone, this one seemed to only hold a charge for a few hours anymore. She took her drink and went into the bedroom and plugged her phone in. It would be at least 10 minutes before it would even turn on. She went to the night table and grabbed a Kleenex and blew her nose. She saw Devon’s laptop on the other night table. His macbook was open but in hibernation.

Suzanne decided to check her email, make sure no fires had sprung up at work. Devon never had it password protected. The screen flashed to life and it was on a playback of a video on quicktime. Suzanne couldn’t tell much, but she could tell one thing, it was the end of a video that ended with two large, shapely breasts dangling in front of the lens. Suzanne thought to herself briefly how nice those breasts were, and felt an instant ping of insecurity about her own mid sized b’s. Her breasts were actually very nice, rounded perky baseball halves, but just like men with their penis, she couldn’t help felt sad she hadn’t gotten larger ones.

Well, at least Evelyn won’t have to worry about that, she got her breasts from the genes on her father’s Spanish side, not the French side of Suzanne’s. She had large breasts already, had started showing them in 5th grade. Suzanne wasn’t sure her size, Evelyn had bought bras on her own for at least a year now. But last she HAD known, they were 30 C’s. They were prominent and visible in anything she wore. Yes, Suzanne was pretty egotistical about her daughter, holding her up as her best work, she knew she was turning into a stunner.