I spent the rest of the day reading and napping before I put on my bathing suit and went for a swim. It had been a while since I had worked out. I had a Bow-Flex machine in the basement and I had used it regularly until several weeks ago when all the sex started. I just couldn’t muster the energy since then. I was feeling great today for whatever reason and I decided to swim across the lake and back. I pulled on my neon-orange swim cap so boaters would see me.
I got halfway across and I decided that was a stupid idea. Speed-boats with tubers on towlines were the problem. Every time one would come into my part of the lake, I had no confidence that the driver was looking forward and not back at his tube passengers. I had to stop every time and tread water as I waved my hands in the air and the boat would veer away. I gave up that plan and headed back to my dock as fast as I could. I was breathing hard when I stepped up on the dock and I grabbed the boat rail as I bent over at the waist gasping for air.
I opened the gate on the boat and stepped on and sat down. As I sucked in oxygen, I notice a plastic bag jammed into the seat across from me. I stood up and pulled the bag out from between the seat cushion and back rest. It was a bag of pot with rolling papers and a Bic lighter. It must have been left behind by one of Ashley’s friends. There was a lot of pot in the bag. Whoever lost it would be disappointed. I didn’t use it as a general rule but on rare occasions I would take a drag or two.
I got my breathing back to normal and carried the baggy up to the deck and set it down on the glass top table. I toweled off and dropped into my chair. I looked at the baggy and decided against rolling myself a joint. I would take it to Jacob’s house and leave it on the kitchen counter.
It seemed that no one locked their doors around here. I didn’t and neither did Jacob. He made it a point to tell me if there was a tool or something that I needed, just go in his garage. He was sure he had every tool known to man and since he’s a contractor, I was sure he was correct.
I turned the front door knob and walked right in. Jacob’s house was really just a camp. The furniture was old and worn. It had a fireplace for heat but no central heating system. I had been here before when Jacob’s Aunt and Uncle owned it. I was curious to see what, if anything, he had done to the place. It looked exactly the same as the last time I was here, except for a desk in the living room covered with electronics. I checked it out and was surprised that it was the latest technology. I’d figured that Jacob was a hammer-slammer and wouldn’t know dick from wallpaper paste about computers.
I touched the space bar and the twenty-seven-inch monitor sprang to life. It displayed four separate rectangles with three displaying still views from separate cameras. The fourth was a live image of me standing in front of the computer. I looked to where the view was coming from and zeroed in on a tiny black plastic item on a bookshelf across the room behind me. I picked it up and examined it. The view on the monitor changed to a closeup of my face. I couldn’t belief they made cameras that small. I examined the other three views and was shocked that the top left one was of my bedroom looking down from the ceiling fan. I picked up the mouse and clicked the box and rewind, play, pause and fast-forward icons appeared. I hit rewind and the view changed too rapidly to make it out. I hit the play icon and was stunned to see a view of me, back to the camera, fucking Mandy doggy style as she clung to the headboard with Sam lying tits-up sucking on my balls. Mandy was slamming her hips back at me until she screamed into her orgasm. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘The camera included sound.’ I didn’t bother returning the recording back to where I found it. Jacob would already know that I had watched it when he checked the live recording of me watching it.
I clicked on one of the other two boxes and replayed Jacob getting a blow job here in the living room from Ashley with full audio. ‘She must know he is recording everything,’ I thought. There was no security password to get in. My cock went hard as I watched Jacob launching his jizz into Ashley’s cleavage as she held her tits together to her obvious delight. If I had any doubt about whether Ashley knew about the cameras, that was put to bed when she got off her knees and pushed her cum covered tits right up to the camera. Then she pulled back and scooped cum up with her fingers and pushed them into her mouth. She licked them clean and the pursed her lips and gave an air-kiss to the camera.