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   Taken
To: Charlotte@home
From: jack.iniraq.com
Subject: Miss You

   Well its always the same-old over here.  The video of yourself was a
great idea and I loved it.  You know, I get access to a private room to
view those things, and so I got a real kick out of that flirting you got
into, you tease, you.  Sounds like finances are tighter.  Shit.  You're
going to have to cut back on the discretionary treats.  Remember,
entertainment from the right hand is always free.  Har, har.  I know I'm
fighting for you and every other American over here, but life over here is
SO boring.  Boring and scary at the same time.  I don't want to give you
repetitive details so I'm going to sign off.  Miss you a lot.  Get Ricca to
man the camera for you again.  I'd love to get another home video.  Jack.

   Video 2 "Hi again, Jack.  It's me again, as you can see...  heh.  Ricca
is behind the camera again.  Come over here and say hi to Jack, Ricca". 
Ricca comes into view and plops next to her friend Charlotte on the cushy
sofa.  "Hi Jack.  I miss you, you know.  I'm trying to keep Charlotte on
the straight and narrow for you, which is pretty effortless actually, cause
she's a lamb.  Can't do much about her spending.  But we're having fun
together.  Anyway, I'm going to stay behind the camera and keep this show
of hers about her, for you.  She goes back and picks up the camera.  They
are in the living room of a simple apartment.  Behind the couch is a shaded
window, to the side a small stand with a lamp and in the forground, a
cluttered coffee table.  Charlotte says, "So here's what I've been doing.
Worked.  Went to the mall with Ricca.  Worked.  Watched movies.  Worked. 
Mall with Ricca.  It's kinda like that all the time." Pause.  Yawn.  "Oh
yeah.  Laundry, bills, stuff like that you know.  You're not missing much
here.  Except me!  And I miss you too, baby.  Charlotte stretches, leans
forward.  "I told Ricca about your "right hand" joke.  Girls don't do that,
you rude boy." There is a giggle from Charlotte, a snort from Ricca. 
"Actually, I told her about the jackrabbit toy you left me with." Sly look.
"That thing WORKS, baby.  I gotta get new batteries soon".  She blushes. 
"There.  You happy now, Ricca?  I didn't want to bring that up, Jack.  It's
embarrassing, I mean.  But I did kind of talk with Ricca.  You know how we
are.  And she gets everything out of me.  Don't give me that look, Ricca,
you know you do." Pause.  "She wants a jackrabbit for herself." Laughs. 
"Anyway she said I should tell you I use it.  She even said I should tell
you exactly how I use it," Squirms.  "I don't think so...  But baby, you
don't even get to use your hand do you, where you are.  Poor baby." Pouts.
Giggles.  Glares at Ricca who has zoomed in with the camera.  "Anyway.  I
gotta go.  I just wanted to say hi, you know.  And tell you I miss you. 
Here are some kisses for you".  Charlotte gives exaggerated kisses toward
the camera.  Then she blushes again.  Watching Ricca, she takes a throw
pillow and tucks it tightly between the legs of her jeans, squeezing it. 
She laughs awkwardly.  "Ricca cut it OUT...  Jack, she's rubbing her
crotch. She's saying I should show you something...explicit.  Ricca, turn
off the camera." Charlotte sits still as the camera stays on.  Exasperated,
she relents.  OK, nasty girl.  Nasty boy.  I'll give you this." She holds
two fingers up together and runs the tip of her tongue slowly up the
length, then lowers her mouth slowly, completely over them, sucking and
groaning as she raises her head up again.  She gives three quick bobs up
and down.  "Feel me, baby".  Blushing again, she says to Ricca, "OK, end of
show.  Turn it off now." "Turn it OFF!" Laughing but red with anger, she
darts off the couch and out of the room as Ricca tries to pan around to
follow her.

   ***

   Charlotte and Jack had decided to marry just before he was deployed to
the Mid-East.  They had been dating for almost a year and were hot and
heavy together.  He was lean and muscled, always respectful and a little on
the serious side.  They found compatibility in shared goals and a love of
adventure.  They hiked the steepest trails, went to the most out of the way
ethnic restaurants and selected edgy movies.  He took adventurousness
several more steps, with his skydiving, whitewater paddling and militarism,
and seemed to approach it all a little grimly, but she found it all
endearing.  They had OK sex, but he wanted to go farther past the
conventional practices than she was comfortable with.  Most of all though,
she found in him a sense of security and a mainstream, stable future.  He
had come into her focus after a period of loneliness when she and her
closest friend Ricca had been out of touch for years.  Later when he was
deployed, Jack was happy to leave his wife in Ricca's hands.

   Ricca had been Jack's girlfriend once for a short time.  She too was
fearless, but in an unrestrained, joyous way.  As teenagers the girls would
have contests seeing who could do the most embarrassing things in public.
Charlotte would convulse in spasmodic tics for instance, and Ricca would
sing and dance on the street corner.  Ricca was always willing to take it
further, and Charlotte sometimes felt carried along by her unrestrained
verve.  They would spur and congratulate each other with the words "So
wicked!" which always brought shrieking laughs.  As teenagers, she became
increasingly aware of how their antics separated them from their peers, and
found that Ricca usually trumped her in being more daring.  Their close
contact ended abruptly when Ricca was sent to boarding school.  From there
she went to college while Charlotte labored in menial jobs near home.  When
Ricca returned to town she seemed unable to find a professional direction
or new friends.  The two gradually returned to an easy friendship.  They
shared a certain difficulty finding a confident path around the adult
world, and found comfort with each other, though they never acknowledged
this.

   Charlotte has perplexing memories of their last day together as teens.
They never discussed it.  They spent a long, late-summer day at the local
Florida amusement park, taking in all the rides, going all-out on the games
and contests.  Ricca had money for the two of them and was treating,
grandly.  They were celebrating the end of summer.

   They were on their way to Ricca's house in time for the strict deadline
her parents had set.  Charlotte was unconcerned.  Her parents had no
interest in her whereabouts, much less her return time.  Walking from the
bus stop, they were hit by a cloudburst and broke into a laughing run. 
They staggered to her front door, gasping for breath and each laughing
shrilly at the drenched look of the other.  The house was empty and hushed
when they went in.  It was from this point that Charlotte had difficulty
putting events together.

   "We need to shower.  Mom and Dad aren't here.  We're going to use
theirs".  Ricca's parents had an ostentatious master bedroom suite, with a
sitting area across from the bed, a huge bathroom with a marble-lined
shower for two.

   "Why don't you use that one?  I'll just go in the one you always use."
It was a familiar situation, with Ricca prompting her to do something
desirable but at least a little forbidden.

   "No.  Come on.  You told me you wanted to try that shower and now's your
chance.  We'll go in together and be out before they get back.  They never
said it was off-limits anyway."

   So Charlotte found herself enjoying the strong, hot spray in the
confined, steamy space.  They showered quietly.  It was rare for them to be
undressed together, and awkward.  At least it was for Charlotte.  She stole
curious glances at Ricca.  Ricca seemed so comfortable in her body, with
all its lively, sexy beauty, now soaped and shining.  She had thick, blond
hair and a tall, athletic build, strong, but still womanly.  Her breasts
were somewhat large and improbably firm, Charlotte saw again.

   She was acutely aware of Ricca taking unconcealed looks at her. 
Charlotte too was attractive, she knew, but was taking a much longer time
to become completely comfortable with her womanly shape.  She had straight,
long black hair with bangs, and a body with soft contours.

   Looking back, her memory is of the thick steam, the soap smell, the hiss
of the spray, the moist heat and slippery skin all making for a heady mix.
The specifics though, were as foggy as air had been.  It is like trying to
recall a fading dream, and she suspected that her own imagination had
filled in much of it.

   The unspoken mutual attraction created some tension as they washed,
rinsed, and turned around in the hot spray, trying to let it relax them. 
Rather than settling down as they should however, it seemed to Charlotte
that atmosphere was getting more taut.  She found Ricca with her eyes
locked onto her, pointedly rubbing her sudsy breasts, the nipples seeming
huge in their erect state.  Charlotte turned around to ignore away the
embarrassing gesture.

   She remembers toweling off, and the two of them wrapped in towels.  She
remembers stepping out into the master bedroom and jumping with surprise.
There, sitting silently, staring with fury, were Ricca's parents.

   They said some stern words which made it clear to how Ricca had gotten
all the money they had spent that day.  She had taken it.  She remembers
feeling terrible for her friend, scared for herself, and altogether
unsettled in a way she had never experienced.

   Ricca's parents, who were English, seemed archly conservative, and a
rather stern.  Ricca had stolen from them before, and had been caught
before.  It had puzzled Charlotte how her parents responded, because her
friend was never grounded.

   She remembers being addressed by the father.  "Charlotte, your
discipline will be up to your parents but as you participated in this at
our house, we will discipline Ricca while you are here.  Please wait
outside the room".

   Charlotte went out, closed the door, and stood riveted.  From the mom,
she could hear something about "Your father and I....  it's always been his
job...  after what you've done today...  both of us...." From the dad there
clipped words and a no-nonsense tone.  There was a long silent pause, and
then the unmistakable sound.  Spanking.

   Charlotte's parents had never used spanking, and so she never understood
the basis for her secret, interest in the subject.  It had long been
something of a lightning-rod topic in her fevered half-dreams when she was
on the verge of unsettled sleep.  Both ashamed of the fantasy and thrilled
by it, she found it never faded.

   Here, suddenly, with her friend subjected to this humiliation just
inside the door, the effect on her was electric.  Riveted, she listened to
the slaps.  In her mind she visualized the scene.  She saw in her mind
Ricca, standing at the back of a chair.  She was bending steeply over it.
There was the riding up of the towel and the full exposure of her bottom.
There was the silent pause, her parents at either side.

   Charlotte could hardly breathe.  Looking back, she can remembers reeling
a bit at the ringing sound of the smacks.  She pictured the father
delivered spanks with an efficient, somehow almost tender movement.  She
imagined Ricca's breasts swinging, pulling at the knot of her towel.  Most
of all, she remembers the stirring within herself as she heard and pictured
her friend's submission.

   There is the memory of Ricca coming out, now holding the towel around
herself, an expression clearly pained, but too complex to read otherwise.
Going Ricca's room next door, they stood in awkward silence as the parents'
murmurings came through the wall.  Ricca flopped down on the bed, face in
the pillows.  Not knowing what to do, Charlotte knelt on the bed next to
her.  Trying to find a way to give comfort, she could only stare riveted at
Ricca's bottom.  She can recall Ricca taking a jar of cold cream and
handing it back.  Charlotte took some out and slid the towel up.  She began
spreading the cool salve over the bright pink globes, so heated and round
under her hands.  There was increasing noise from next door, a soft,
rhythmic bumping and a sing-song crying from the mom.

   Charlotte was almost vibrating from her disquieting arousal.  The one
image most vivid is of resting her hands over Ricca's oiled buttocks, and
watching them begin to move slowly.  As if with a Ouji board, she did not
know whether it was from her effort or Ricca's that the hands and buttocks
together slowly came up and apart.  She could see the oh-so-private labia,
swollen and dewy, crowned by the little anus, all like a mystical treasure.
The sense was of it all being overheated.  Like a pastry from an oven, it
seemed too steamy to touch and too luscious to resist.  Silently,
trembling, she brought her face closer, seeming to feel the moist warmth
emanating.  Studying each detail, she found herself gently squeezing the
buns and then blowing a cool stream of air over the hottest inner parts. 
Ricca grunted and raised her hips up high.  The noises of the sex next door
reached a crescendo.  Charlotte could not bear it any more.

   As if shocked by high voltage she hopped back, the thrill simply too
disturbing.  She threw on her own nightie and paced a bit.  Not knowing
what else to do, she crawled into Ricca's bed, staying at the furthest
edge. The girls maintained their silence in the embarrassment as they tried
to sleep through a night of restless agitation.

   The next day Ricca was sent to some relatives, and from there to
boarding school.  They kept up sparse contact.  Ricca went to college and
finally returned to town.  They spent some awkward time together before
finally regenerating the close friendship after Jack deployed.  But they
never made overt mention of that murky night, and Charlotte's sense was of
there being something yet unfinished.

   ***
To: Charlotte@home
From: jack.iniraq.com
Subject: Miss You 2

   Baby, As worried as I am about getting shot up around here I worry about
our money.  Baby, you know how tight it is.  But you keep shopping!  And
eating out.  And spending on God-knows-what.  I just keep seeing the credit
balance balloon.  Just get some sense, will you?  I don't know if Ricca can
help me talk some sense into you or if she's part of the problem.  I love
you but I'm more afraid of bankruptcy than almost anything.

   Your video was great.  I should tell you I appreciated the news and your
voice and all, but it's your lips and the sucking that can't get out of my
head.  I don't mind that Ricca was watching you.  Have mercy!  But I love
it.  Jack.

   ----------------------

   Video 3

   Ricca is on the couch again.  She is wearing a simple T-shirt and loose
shorts.  The coffee table has been cleared.  "Hey again, baby.  It's me".
She laughs at herself.  She pauses.  "You know, I never know what to say
when the camera comes on.  Ricca's here again.  We been hanging out a lot.
Went to the amusement park, the pool...of course the mall.  I'm trying to
be smart with the money Jack.  It's just, I don't know, like...you
know...well, a lot of the things I get are for you when you get back. 
Like, we have a new TV now you're going to love." She leans forward.  "I
miss you.  Especially at night.  So you liked that finger thing I did, huh?
I thought I shouldn't make you more frustrated than you are, but Ricca says
I should show you more." Ricca interrupts by leaning into view, leering and
saying, "She gave you another place to hang your towel for a while there,
huh, Jack?" Charlotte laughs.  "Maybe should be a video porn star.  I don't
think so.  Anyway, I get kind of frustrated too.  I lie in bed and kind
of..." She rubs her hands slowly up her body and eventually to her breasts.
She squeezes and rubs her breasts.  "I kinda keep myself company and I
imagine your hands are on me like this." She lets her eyes close as the
rubbing of her breasts to the gentle kneading of her nipples through the
cloth.  She opens her eyes and says to Ricca: "You still think I should? 
Ricca says I should show you my tits".  She reddens.  "You gotta swear not
to let this tape get out, OK baby?  Swear?" She lifts the T-shirt over her
head.  Her bra is light blue, ordinary.  She unfastens the clasp and
hesitates before silently removing it.  She sits stock-still, silently
adjusting to what she is doing.

   Behind the camera Ricca clears her throat loudly and Charlotte is
reminded to go back into a playful attitude.  She smiles bravely and lifts
her breasts up and forward.  "See my tits honey?  My tits miss you." She
wets her fingers in her mouth and gently rubs at both nipples, looking down
at herself.  "See my hard nipples baby?" She titters at her own silly words
but is showing another response too, with halting breathing and a rapt
expression as she enjoys the caresses for a minute.  Again, she comes back
from her reverie to redden and laugh with embarrassment.  She looks to
Ricca and several expressions pass over her face in the span of few
seconds. Ricca says in a carefree voice, "It's OK, Charlotte.  He's your
husband and I'm your best friend, right?  You're just being playful.  No
one's going to see this but us.  C'mon now, show him some more." At this
prompting Charlotte stands and unfastens her shorts.  She lets them fall,
showing her full figure clad only in thin cotton panties.  The playful
attitude does not quite come back.  She turns slowly but completes the
revolution more hurriedly.  She looks down and begins pulling the panties
up.  They pull against her crotch and show dampness at the bottom.  In
response to the pressure there and in spite of her shyness, she sucks in
her breath.  Ricca too is heard sucking in her breath.  This seems just a
bit too much for Charlotte, who flops back down to the couch and quickly
wraps up the show.  "If I even let Ricca take this tape out of the house
you have to keep it under lock and key, Jack.  Anyway, I love you.  Don't
get shot.  Keep emailing me."
To: Charlotte@home
From: jack.iniraq.com
Subject: Miss You 3
Well I have a little break.  The other day was really brutal.  It's
horrible here baby.  Remember when I was in training?  All the military
stuff seemed so RIGHT.  Now it still seems so right but there isn't any
more thrill.  Something's been taken out of it.  I don't want to tell you
any of the bad stuff though.  I get through.  I can't wait to come home to

what I'm fighting to protect.  The one bright spot is the access to the
private room, which I'm not going to tell any more about in email.  But
anyway, I get to see the same video several times.  I love it.  I'm glad
you sent it.  I'll take more, please.  And don't worry about Ricca.  It
seems like you're uncomfortable with her there but I'm not.  Maybe it adds
something (ha-ha).  Man I almost wish I didn't get to see the credit card
balances.  I don't know what you're doing.  If I even make it back, we're
going to be living in the gutter if you don't stop spending like you're
some kind of millionaire.  You have to get control of that stuff.  I mean
it.  Ricca, you tell her.  Take care.  I love you.  Jack

   Video 4 Charlotte is back on the couch.  Ricca is sitting at the other
end, having left the video camera on a tripod.  Ricca is wearing a loose
cotton top with no bra, and a comfortable, worn, loose skirt.  Charlotte
has a pressed blouse, a blazer, a long black skirt, stockings and heals. 
"Hi baby", Charlotte says.  "Ricca and I have been having a great time.  We
put a little planning into my video for you and I hope you like it.  I told
her you were mad at me about the spending.  She said I should do what I can
to make you happy, so I put on my good suit to look my best".  Both girls
giggle.  "Do you like it?" Charlotte stands and turns around slowly,
running her hands down her hips.  She sits and pouts.  "It's hot.  I'm not
used to it.  Ricca gets to wear her comfy stuff".  Ricca pipes in.  "Hi
Jack.  I'm keeping close track of your wife for you.  I'm going to keep her
in line but I gotta tell you.  There isn't much to do here without spending
a little money, you know.  Anyways, I told her she has to show you her
best. To make it up to you.  I guess she doesn't always put out in the ways
you want, right?" Charlotte shows surprise and hurt that her friend would
come out with something apparently disclosed in confidence.  She gives
Ricca a firm, backhanded slap on the shoulder.  Ricca's response to this is
to give a long, cool stare, causing Charlotte to soon turn back toward the
camera, looking as if admonished.  Ricca adjusts her expression again for
the camera.  "Anyway, seems like the camera loosens her up some, so we
planned a little staging here." She stands and steps aside with a sweeping
"I present to you" gesture bringing attention back to Charlotte.  Charlotte
is a little flustered, not knowing what to say.  She pats the couch next to
her and invites Ricca to return.  Ricca sits back down.  Charlotte relaxes,
stands and takes off the blazer with an exaggerated "whew!", and both
giggle a bit as she sits back down.  "Well, we've been watching TV a lot
you know.  Um, we've been going to the gym, stuff like that, you know". 
Charlotte pauses to think of what to say and Ricca prompts, "She's been
going to her stupid job, we went to the mall without spending anything for
once." Charlotte again: "At least one time we didn't." She is happy for the
help in keeping the talk going.  "And we've been playing Monopoly a lot. 
And some of our old games".  "Oh yeah", She pauses, swallows, and smiles
slyly as she says, "I miss you the most at night, baby.  Remember my last
sendoff?  I think about that stuff".  The girls look to each other and
giggle.  "I get kind of...  bothered, you know?" As she says this she rubs
her hands up her torso and squeezes her own breasts.  The girls laugh again
as she plays out the planned scene.  After another pause Charlotte pouts.
"It's too hot." She stands and begins unbuttoning her blouse.  "You don't
mind if I take this off, do you baby?" she purrs.  Ricca leans back and
observes quietly as Charlotte slowly peels off her top.  She has a lacey
half-bra, which comes under her breasts and seems to offer the exposed
nipples outwards.  She looks down at this and laughs, clearly not used to
this kind of thing.  She stands a bit awkwardly, then begins working at the
fastener on her skirt.  "Ricca, you just get to sit there as cool as you
please.  I get to take this off, don't I?" she pleads, back into the
play-acting.  Straight-faced, Ricca pretends to consider and then nods her
permission.  She watches as Charlotte seems to have trouble moving the
zipper at her side more that several inches.  She tries to slide the skirt
downwards as she wiggles her hips, gradually turning as she does so.  With
her rear end to the camera she is able to move it slowly down her buttocks.
She bends over as she does so and looks back to the camera coyly.  The
dress slides to the floor, revealing a thong and a garter belt over the
stockings.  She straightens and continues looking back, red in the face as
she allows her butt to be gazed-upon.  She seems to look to Ricca who nods,
and Charlotte sits back down, apparently relieved to have this part over
with.  "It's been nothing but sunny around here every day.  Usually I got
the A/C turned up high." This attempt to get newsy again fades quickly. 
"This is new lingerie.  I thought you might like to see me in it.  I was
over at Ricca's you know, looking at hers.  She's got a collection, I mean,
like...huge.  I was trying stuff on." Again she looks to Ricca who remains
inscrutable, smiling a bit to give Charlotte permission to go on.  "We were
trying stuff on and, um, goofing off and stuff.  It was fun.  I'm going to
be a lingerie-girl from now on, Jack." "I thought you would like these
things the best...  I almost chose the panties Ricca is wearing now."
Swallowing hard again, she tries in a high, soft, hesitant voice, "Show
him, Ricca".  She fidgets as Ricca gazes stonily at her without answering.
Suddenly Ricca stands.  She looks to the camera and calmly pulls her top
over her head.  She smiles as Charlotte's expression registers a bit of
surprise at the freely bare, proud breasts.  Ricca pulls the skirt down and
steps out.  She is wearing tight shorts, which clearly reveal her genital
crack.  She turns around to show the high-cut back, giving her hips a few
slow seductive swings.  Turning again, she pulls up at the panties as
Charlotte did in the earlier video.  She smiles.  She gives several tugs,
evidently stimulating her clitoris as her labia swell out the sides.  She
seems to be showing Charlotte how to do it as she unflinchingly spreads her
knees, pushes her crotch toward the camera and groans in pleasure as she
continues the self-stimulation.  Charlotte's mouth is agape.  As Ricca sits
back down, Charlotte does not hide her interest until she realizes she is
staring, and blushes hard again.  Her discomfort contrasts with Ricca's
contented poise and her "now top that" expression.  Charlotte finally
brightens and hisses to her fiend, "So wicked!" bringing both to laugh at
the old familiar line.  Charlotte seems to take her friend's silent dare.
She adopts a sultry expression toward the camera.  "You like that, Jack? 
You like to see our friend like that?  She draws her knees up and apart,
placing her heels at the edge of the couch.  "Want to see your wife like
this?" Ricca, takes a throw pillow and has Charlotte place it under her
hips.  This brings Charlotte's whole, wide-open crotch into full view,
obstructed only by the strip of the thong, narrowing to a scant ribbon at
the space below her vagina.  The dark stockings serve to frame the area and
set off the creamy color of her skin.  Yet again, Charlotte's face grows
scarlet, but it goes out of view as Ricca returns to the camera and zooms
down to the sweet spot.  Charlotte summons her courage and purrs, "Is this
what you really miss, baby?" She takes her finger and, from underneath,
pulls the thong aside.  She stays in this position for a while.  There are
whispers.  The word "wicked" is audible once.  "Here's what I want you to
do, baby".  She draws a finger slowly up across her vagina, down and back
up again.  "Baby, I want you to do this." She brings some the ample juices
to a swollen clitoris, which she simply pushes.  "And this".  She begins
working her clitoris in slow circles.  "I want your..." She works it a bit
more and tries again: "I want...Oh!" Charlotte gives up on talking.  Her
thumb and forefinger are gently squeezing her clitoris.  Her breathing is
rapid and her hips begin twitching upward.  There is no more play-acting,
and the shyness is gone as she is taken over by the arousal.  Her labia are
pouting outward and she rubs them several times, again spreading the clear,
slippery juice upwards to the clit, which she then tweaks back and forth as
her hips begin rhythmically bucking.  She gives the whole area a rapid
gentle patter with several fingers, making a wet drumming sound.  She goes
back to the clit, back to the labia.  The camera zooms back and tilts
upward, so that Charlotte's face is included in the view again.  She eyes
are squeezed shut but Ricca's voice says softly, "Look here, Charlotte. 
Look at Jack now honey." Charlotte manages to look to the camera.  Her face
registers shock at what she is doing with herself but she does not slow
down.  The movement of her hips is spasmodic.  She is hovering at a high
plateau of arousal but never reaching a peak.  Eyes locked on the camera,
more senseless exclamations come out.  "Oh!  Uh...Ah!" He eyes go shut
again and in her gasping, she mutters, "Oh...Ricca".  At this she abruptly
stops.  She puts her feet down and draws her hips back.  "Ricca turn the
camera off.  Turn it off.  Turn it OFF."

   The image goes black.  When it comes on again, the girls are sitting on
the couch.  They are holding glasses of wine.  Ricca has her clothes back
on and Charlotte is wearing pajamas.  Charlotte looks at the floor as she
speaks.  "Jack, I'm going to send this tape to you.  I didn't want to. 
Ricca says I should".  She looks up.  "Jack, I love you.  Nothing's going
to take that away.  I think of you all the time.  At the same time, I love
Ricca too.  Not in the same way.  I don't want you to think I'm a lez or
something, but we love each other the way girls can.  Why I said her name a
while ago when I was...well...you know, anything can come out when
you're...like that." Charlotte looks around the room.  "Ricca and I, we
were talking for long time just now.  Jack, I'll do anything for you. 
Anything to keep you.  I know I've made you so mad with the way I am about
money, and I'll do whatever I need to." She pauses to smile slyly.  "I
might even make another video for you.  I mean, we might make another
video. But that's just the thing.  It's like Ricca is in everything I do.
And I want her to be.  But what about you?" Ricca holds Charlotte's hand.
Charlotte pushes on.  "Rick, I wish you could be here.  I'm so confused. 
At the same time I happy.  I mean, not as happy as I'll be when you get
back but, you know, like...more free and whole, and...  more sexy I guess,
and, well, kind of more complete.  I even feel like I can be a better
wife." At this, Ricca shows a trace of a frown.  When Charlotte remains
quiet, Ricca comes in.  "Jack, I know you're sacrificing everything in
Iraq, and I'm here to tell you I won't let you sacrifice your marriage too.
But everything you love about Charlotte, I love too.  And everything about
her that heats you up?  Well she heats me up too." At this, both girls go
crimson, and then laugh to each other.  "So if you want me to disappear,
well, I just do that, I guess, but you know, I think you're a good guy and
so when you come back, well...  Anyway, we can't say much more than this.
It's confusing for me too, and believe me, I don't confuse easily." This
time Ricca trails off and Charlotte comes in.  "Well we better close off
then.  Be safe.  Write.  I love you." Ricca gets up and shuts off the
camera.

   ***
To: Charlotte@home
From: jack.iniraq.com
Subject: You stop or we stop

   Charlotte, I can't deal with this.  Fuck!  I'm fighting a war, you might
remember.  Do with Ricca what you want.  I respect her.  She's straight up.
I'll get right to it.  Ricca doesn't threaten our marriage but YOUR
SPENDING DOES.  I'm not going to have it.  Jesusfuckingchrist I told you
before we married that I don't fear anything in life except bankruptcy. 
And that's what you're bringing us.  That lingerie I saw, that must have
been a hundredth of what you bought at that one store.  Remember, I see the
statement online.  I never knew they'd let you build that much debt but,
Fuck!  We are never going to pay it off.  What are you taking me for?  If I
was there I'd deal with you and straighten this right out, but I can't do
much from here.  So here is what's going to happen.  Either you do
something dramatically different, and you show me something totally
reassuring, or I'm gone.  I have other shit I have to focus on here. 
Sorry, but that's how it is.  You just put our marriage on a crash course
and it's up to you to pull it out.  Maybe Ricca can help but that's up to
you.  Oh.  The tape.  You are SO FUCKING HOT.  Makes me want to whack you
and fuck you at the same time.  How come you were never bold like that with
me?  I love you.  That, and your tape mix me up a little but still, you
have to know how serious I am.  Jack.

   ***

   Video 5 The girls are sitting on the couch.  Before them on the coffee
table lie a credit card, scissors, and a towel.  Ricca is wearing business
attire with a rather short skirt.  The tops of her stockings can just be
seen.  Her blouse is open down to where it can be seen again that she is
bra-less.  She is casually running a wooden brush through her hair. 
Charlotte wears a bathrobe and is looking demurely at the floor.  Ricca
speaks.  "Jack.  Charlotte and I have been talking a lot.  You need to know
that she understood your email perfectly well.  She shared it with me too.
Jack, you know I like Charlotte a lot.  I like you a lot too.  I'm not
going to let myself be a part you two breaking up.  So I have to tell you
something first.  A little of the crazy spending your wife has gotten into
has been with me.  Not all of it, but some.  But that won't happen any
more, you have my word.  She's taking control because I'm taking control.
Now Charlotte has something to say." Charlotte looks to the camera.  "Jack,
I love you.  I feel so bad about what I've done.  I feel like I've been
cheating you." Charlotte begins talking about her contrition.  She goes
into her resolve to contro her spending.  She pauses, and begins again when
Ricca nudges her.  "Ricca said that I should tell you about how I feel bad
about how I've been with you, you know, sexually.  You always wanted to do
more and I never wanted to.  It's crazy and backwards, but being on this
camera changes me a little.  Maybe having Ricca here does that too.  You've
always been nice about it, but I know my shyness was taking something out
of, you know, out of our...sex." She looks to Ricca, who puts her brush
down on the couch.  "Well the money is the main thing.  But we thought we
could show you that Charlotte's taking some, um, atonement, and that she's
coming around in two ways.  And since you don't seem to mind it, we thought
the two of us together could give you some more fun stuff at the same
time." "You ready, Charlotte?" Charlotte nods.  "Take the card now,
Charlotte." Charlotte picks up the credit card and the scissors.  "Baby, I
don't know how I'm going to live without this thing, I really don't.  But I
know I don't want to live without you." Ricca shows a momentary but
unmistakably sour expression.  Charlotte slowly cuts the credit card into
several pieces, drops them to the side and leans back, looking pensive. 
Some moments pass, and Ricca prompts, "So that takes care of any more
spending.  What about all the crazy spending you already did?" "I spent a
lot, I know.  And I can't return anything." "And what are you going to do
about that?" "Pay it off, somehow." "And?" "And show how bad I feel, and
that I've gotten some...some discipline." "Discipline?" "Yeah. 
Self-discipline." "Self-discipline.  Is that all?' "Well, also the other
kind." "What does that mean, Charlotte?" Charlotte is quiet.  She does not
appear to be play-acting as she fidgets.  Ricca is sitting erect, facing
her, with the attitude of a caring superior.  Eventually Charlotte
whispers, "It means I'm going to be spanked." At these words, both girls
redden.  The tension in the has ratcheted up.  Both seem to feel this is
more than putting on a show.  "Again, Charlotte.  Louder".  Charlotte seems
to be collecting herself, and turns to Ricca, now speaking more clearly. 
"You're going to spank me.  So Jack can see it." Ricca seems thrown.  She
is barely breathing, evidently taken off guard by her own surge of feeling.
She manages to say, "You mean you're not too old?" "I'm not too old." "And
in Jack's absence, I will stand in for him.  You will do as I say, tonight,
and I will extract your punishment.  Is this right?  Charlotte is watching
as Ricca shows the effect of her own words with a delicate shudder. 
Charlotte seems to try for the effect on her friend.  "Jack's going to
watch you spank me", she says softly.  Both girls shudder momentarily,
looking seriously to each other, then they laugh at the ridiculous sound of
the words.  This calms the tension and allows Ricca to resume the
play-acting role as she tries the words.  "Yes.  We're going to give your
ass what it deserves." She smiles and squeezes her legs together.  "Stand
up Charlotte, and take off your robe." Charlotte does this, and Ricca is
startled.  Under the robe is a simple white blouse with a tie, a short
plaid skirt, and knee-sox: a Catholic schoolgirl's outfit.  Charlotte
giggles and Ricca hoots.  "Very funny, kid.  But we're not doing a kiddy
porn thing tonight.  Too weird for me.  At this, Charlotte shows
realization of her friend's sensitivity and her expression is instantly
sympathetic.  Before she can apologize, Ricca waves it off.  "Never mind.
Those things have to come off anyway.  Take off the top.  And the skirt."
Charlotte soon is standing in a bra and simple, white panties.  She leaves
the knee socks on.  Ricca looks her up and down, thinking, and says, "This
brings us to the other area of concern, doesn't it?  You told me there was
just one other area of tension between the two of you.  You're more
inhibited, and he wants to do more than you do, correct?" "Yes," she
mutters tersely.  For one thing, you don't like him to see your ass very
much, isn't that what you told me?" "Yes." You're willing to do it
doggy-style what, once a year?  And only with the lights out?" Charlotte
gives a "what are you doing" glare, but Ricca simply raises her eyebrows
and leans back against the arm of the couch.  "That's...  right, yes."
"Charlotte, is there any rational reason you should be like that? 
Shouldn't your own husband be able to do what he wants with you as long as
it's harmless?  "Um...yes." Well then, Charlotte, is this going to be
better from now on?  Will this be part of the new deal between the two of
you?" "Yes." "And are you willing to demonstrate this tonight, like we
talked about?" Charlotte is looking grimly into the camera.  "Yes." "Fine."
"Let's get the underwear off now." Charlotte removes the bra, then her
socks and panties.  Ricca shifts back to the center of the couch and sits
primly.  "OK", she chirps.  "Now we can move on".  As her next instruction
she simply pats her hands on her lap.  Charlotte slowly, obediently, lies
across.  The couch supports her lower legs and upper body.  Her rear is
raised up over her friend's lap.  Her face is turned toward the back of the
couch.  Ricca gazes down appreciatively.  "Jack, I wish you could see what
I see.  It's lovely.  And...she's wet!" She bends to gaze down inside, then
inserts a finger.  The other hand firmly presses down on Charlotte's back
as the prone woman begins to lurch up.  A moist finger is held aloft.  "My,
my.  So...wicked." This brings a terse laugh from Charlotte as she lowers
her head again, this time facing the camera.  Ricca strokes the bottom and
reassures, "It's OK.  You're with your best friend, right Charlotte?  And
with your husband." Charlotte looks up and seems to relax, but is still too
unsettled to speak.  Ricca draws some of Charlotte's hair from her face and
clears it to the back.  Without warning, she brings her hand down in a
swat. Her face shows curiosity and some intensity, as she looks to her
friends face and back to her ass.  She brings her hand down again, a bit
harder.  Charlotte grimaces slightly.  Both seem caught up, deeply
absorbed. Ricca begins spanking in slow rhythm.  Charlotte winces and
grunts softly, seeming to show that, while there is pain, it is not too
much, and that there is something else as well.  Her body jerks softly, her
flesh jiggles and she bites on her lower lip.  Ricca delivers spanks in
varying ways, each time studying the effect on her friend, and apparently
relishing the time.  She seems to be using the spanks to celebrate the
beauty of the bottom in front of her, which is beginning to writhe. 
Charlotte's expression can indicate both distress and arousal.  Ricca stops
spanking, and both stay quite, breathing hard.  Charlotte silently reaches
for Ricca's wooden brush and passes it up to her friend, who needs no
explanation.  Ricca brings the brush clapping down several times, clearly
giving a more intense pain and bringing a crimson color to the shapely
target.  Ricca finally stops again.  She rubs the abused bottom-cheeks. 
Suddenly and unabashedly, she spreads them apart, lowers her face and blows
a jet of air to the center.  This is what draws the sharpest expression of
surprise and fear in Charlotte, who rears up sharply now.  Ricca simply
places a hand on the upper back and Charlotte freezes, considers her
options and settles back down resignedly.  Ricca smiles with approval and
addresses the camera.  "Jack, if you think she needs more, you let me
know." Then, looking to her subjugated friend, "But we're not quite
finished, are we, honey?" Charlotte rises up, and stands awkwardly.  Ricca
slides to the end of the couch and instructs again.  "OK, sweetie, lets let
him see your bottom now.  Let's see...put your knees up here, there you go,
and lean over the back.  There you go." Charlotte places her knees on the
edge of the couch and is gripping the back.  Her knees are together,
shoulders up and her pelvis tucked forward.  Ricca kneels sideways on the
cushions, her face close to Charlotte and asks, "Is this hard for you?"
"Yes.  Of course.  It's embarrassing." "Do you trust me?" "Yes." Do you
trust Jack?" "Yes." "Do you love both of us?" "Yes." "Do you want to give
yourself without holding back?" "Yes." "Alright then.  Let me see you
adjust your pose now, sweetie.  How would Jack want to see you?" Charlotte
does not move.  Ricca thinks, then stands up, and begins removing her
blouse.  Charlotte watches over her shoulder.  Ricca drops her blouse.  She
smiles fondly at her Charlotte, then mischievously at the camera as she
briefly rubs her own breasts and rolls her nipples between her fingers. 
She unfastens her skirt, lets it fall and steps out, and lowers and removes
her panties.  She keeps her garter, stocking and heels on, and gets up on
the couch next to Charlotte, matching her pose.  Maintaining eye contact
with her friend, Ricca slowly spreads her knees apart.  Leaning down, she
arches her lower back, pointing her rear upwards and opening her privates
to full display.  Her pubic hair trimmed almost to non-existence.  Her
labia show her arousal.  Charlotte watches, then follows the shameless
example.  The effect is like the opening of a flower.  The shining bright
buns frame her labia, which have blossomed outward and are glistening.  Her
clitoris is engorged and deep red.  Between the two asses, they can be seen
smiling to each other.  Their faces come together and they kiss softly,
lingering.  Their lips part and their expression shows their fondness for
each other.  And their excitement.  Ricca whispers, "Stay.  Just like
this," before getting up slowly.  Charlotte is left alone, and looks over
her shoulder at the camera.  Her eyes are moist and her face suggests
yearning.  She moves a finger to her vagina and gently presses it in.  She
smiles, as if to show her new comfort level.  The smile grows to a grin and
she says to the camera, "Hi, Jack...  I love you, baby.  I want you.  Come
home." The words themselves cause a shudder, and she presses her whole hand
up into her crotch for a moment.  The hand slides away as Ricca returns and
kneels on the floor to Charlotte's side.  She opens a jar of cold cream and
shows it, bringing raised eyebrows to Charlotte.  She uses three fingers to
scoop a huge dollop, and begins rubbing it over the tender buns in slow
circles.  Charlotte rests her head on the couch back.  Now Ricca's hands
circle a bit more widely, spreading the white over areas not needing it. 
Her movements linger towards the center and finally drift down to the heat.
She passes over, leaving a smear of lotion and vaginal juices.  She gathers
more cold cream, and smears again, passing over the little anus. 
Charlotte's hips begin an involuntary humping motion.  Ricca takes more
cold cream and this time she applies to her own breasts.  Taking a moment
for her self, she strums the fingers of both hands over her hard, enlarged
nipples as Charlotte looks to her pleadingly.  After a minute of this,
Ricca's eyes leave her own breasts, which have an oily pink sheen, and she
turns her gaze to Charlotte.  She tilts her head back and brings one hand
downward, leaving a moist trail over her belly.  The hand almost disappears
between her legs, but her attention is seized by Charlotte, who brings one
foot up to the couch, bringing herself more open, and swinging the whole
sweet area towards her girlfriend's face.  This brings Ricca's attention
back to her task.  Ricca looks to the camera, as if to make sure the Jack
is still welcome.  She seems to begin some talking, but decides the time
for role-playing is past.  She looks back to Charlotte, and to her cunt. 
She move's her mouth to it and brings the clitoris into her lips.  This
elicits a high-pitched squeak, going to loud, unabashed grunts as Ricca
gently nibbles for a moment, then gives three tiny little pulling motions,
replicating what Charlotte had done to her own fingers some time back.  She
backs off again.  She waits for Charlotte's new agitation to settle a bit
before pressing two fingers deeply into her vagina.  Charlotte throws her
head back and makes a deep, guttural groan.  Ricca begins a slow, steady
in-and-out.  Charlotte tries to hump backward to increase the tempo of this
inadequate stimulation but Ricca keeps to the steady rhythm, agitating
Charlotte who begins to growl.  Charlotte turns to look back again with a
pleading expression, as if asking for relief.  Ricca responds by guiding
Charlotte to bring her own hand to her clitoris.  Charlotte rubs vigorously
at the moist nubbin, and her body is jerking heavily.  Ricca removes her
own fingers and watches as her friend is again on a high plateau of thrill,
hovering for a time at the edge of an elusive climax.  Charlotte's
masturbating is frantic but still not bringing the resolution she seeks. 
Slowly, deliberately, Ricca dips her little finger into the cold cream. 
She places it at her friend's anus, then slides it in.  This brings
ignition.  Charlotte's face and voice reveal her shock as she comes to an
uncontrolled bouncing, convulsive and lasting climax.

   A trickle of vaginal juice is running down Charlotte's leg.  The girl's
hard breathing and involuntary little trebles slow as she comes back to
herself.  Ricca tenderly pats dry the oily thighs and buttocks, then lays
the towel on the couch.  Charlotte sits, looks to Ricca and to the camera.
Her hair is disheveled, her expression still a bit disoriented.  There is a
silent period, growing a bit awkward as the girls struggle with what to do
next.  Charlotte's gaze rests on Ricca, who holds a steady, quiet look. 
There is no sound, no movement until Ricca begins spreading her own knees.
Soon she is sliding her bottom outward, showing her own vagina to be in a
state.  Charlotte registers recognition and appears sympathetic, but does
not respond.  She looks helplessly to the camera and back to Ricca. 
Finally, Ricca resigns herself again to the leadership role and stands,
with one foot up on the sofa and her crotch towards Charlotte's face. 
Charlotte appears fascinated by the close-up view, and leans slowly into
it. Finally out of impatience, Ricca take's the submissive girl's hair in
her hands and hauls her inward, thrusting the face to her pussy.  Ricca's
head rolls back and mouth opens to let out a slow, deep moan of relief. 
Charlotte's face is hidden but her effect is not as, apparently, her lips
and tongue go to work.  The mounting of Ricca's arousal is fast and
animalistic.  Her expression is aggressive.  Her hands grip tightly to
Charlotte's head as if it might otherwise escape.  Charlotte's hands stroke
her friend's thighs, and one begins working up and back to Ricca's ass.  It
is unwanted there, and quickly pushed away.  Ricca's orgasm is not seen. 
Abruptly, the screen goes blank as the videotape runs out.
To: Charlotte@home
From: jack.iniraq.com
Subject: Change of plans

   Charlotte and Ricca.  I'm coming home next week.  I got discharged.  I
will explain later.  This job here can't be done, Goddamnit, but I'm going
to do right by you.  I'll call you with flight information.  Jack

   *** Video 6 The girls are seated on plastic crates.  No other furniture
is visible.  Both are wearing jeans, T-shirts and expressions of grim
sincerity.  Charlotte is pale, pained.  Ricca speaks.  "Jack, you don't
have to worry about money any more.  Charlotte is leaving you.  We're
moving.  I'm taking her out of state.  You won't be able to find us.  It's
not a choice you can take.  Please don't bother to try.  I know you need
your energy for other things." Charlotte begins to cry softly.  "Baby, I
have to do this.  I'm so sorry.  I know this takes you by surprise.  It has
me surprised." A tight chuckle.  "But I don't know...in a way it doesn't."
Again she is awkward and at a loss for words.  Finally, Ricca: "Turn off
the camera, baby.  Take care, Jack."
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