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I am not the author - this is merely a repost





Key
by deirdre, 10/8/95

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.

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