“You say they took photos of you and Simone doing it?”
“No, not fucking, but they had listened to us go at it like rabbits.”
“So there are probably photos of you and your penis circulating college as we speak.”
I dreaded to think of it but realised she was probably right.
“Then you must build on your reputation as a stud with a giant member. You must try to bed as many of the girls on your course as possible. Two at a time if necessary,” she said thoughtfully.
“And get some video of you with them out on a few porn sites? No one would ever suspect us under a cover like that.”
Chapter 16
Next lunchtime I persuaded Simone to invite the two psycho bitches to video us having sex. I told her the idea made me horny.
They both came. Quite literally. Both with my cock inside them.
And the video went viral around the college and the town.
That night Sue went out on her date with her boss and stayed out all night. Mike had booked them a hotel and they slept together for the first time.
For the next two years that’s how we lived.
To the outside world a devoted widowed mother supporting her son through his education – making him a cooked breakfast every morning. Going out to work herself, an ordinary mother getting through her boring life as best she could.
Both of us continued having dates and casual affairs that we tried to make as public as possible.
Me, more often then not out with Simone. People remarked how well matched we were, both tall fit and good looking. Sue had the occasional fuck with her boss and sometimes with the photographers.
As word got around we were both a little promiscuous no one could possibly believe our true relationship.
At home, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, I was Jack, her husband, secretly living together as man and wife – still deeply in love.
Every night sleeping in each others arms, in our own personal heaven. Always wearing our wedding rings.
Eventually Simone and I drifted apart. I believe she moved to Italy with her parents and is now married with a couple of kids.
We exchange cards at Christmas.
When I was twenty and sporting a black designer beard we moved away to a new town where nobody knew us.
I changed my name from Jack Covington to Jack Race by deed pole and Sue changed her’s from Sue Covington to Suzi Race.
Together we opened a photographic business specialising in boudoir portraits.
Me behind the lens, Suzi responsible for lingerie and makeup.
Our days are spent creating sexy photos of middle-aged women wearing stockings and suspender belts in last ditch attempts to rekindle fire into their sexually atrophied husbands.
Now we can safely hold hands and kiss in public.
Over the years we have gathered a close circle of friends with whom we regularly socialise.
They are mostly grateful customers for whom our boudoir photography succeeded in rewarding them with hard erections and sex on tap.
Non of them suspects our wicked secret.
To protect ourselves from discovery we have created a pretty convincing back story that answers most of the commonest questions that all close friends eventually ask. Only a dogged private detective, a DNA test or the police, could disprove it.