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It was a mistake. An act of pent up, desperate passion.  Salina regretted it as soon as it was over. But now she was paying for it, over and over. Her ex had dropped by.  He made a move like he always did, and she started to deflect it, as she always did.  But he looked especially good that day.  Tall, fit, Latinx —like herself, very handsome. Women lusted after him.  She was no exception.  And she had been especially frustrated lately. Her poor husband, Paul, had tried and failed to get it up for weeks. In the end, he used his mouth to satisfy her. It had been fine.  But she was aching for a proper fucking – something she really hadn’t had since she married her much older husband a year and a half ago.  And so, when Victor asked if he could take a dip in their pool, and then dove in naked, she had followed. With inevitable results.  There was something about sex with an ex that made it O.K.  Since she already had carnal knowledge of Victor, it seemed, somehow, less of a betrayal. She already had thoughts and memories of the man, what were a few more?  And, sex with an ex was so easy.  He already knew what turned her on; what made her cum.  There was no warm up time.  And there were no strings.  An ex is an ex.  There’s no going back.  Except for dick, on occasion.  It was just sex. Pure. Simple.It was so stupid of her. But it was so good. After fooling around in the pool Victor had picked up Salina, thrown her over his powerful shoulders and carried her to the outdoor sectional that sat on the edge of the pool deck.  The neighborhood was quiet. Her Arizona neighbors were mostly snow birds and it was August.  No one could see over the yard wall.  No one would hear. And so she allowed it to happen. Victor dove into Salina with excitement. She was so pretty and sexy.  That tight little body with the nice firm tits, narrow waist and firm round ass.  Her body, so small, but so full and so fiery.  The long black hair and matching dark eyes. The warm olive skin, and with the benefit of a private backyard, an all over bahis siteleri tan.  He ate her to orgasm and then fucked her in every position he could think of, resurrecting past images of her from their times together, compressing them all into this one hot session.  Salina came violently, and often, as only she could, and with each one her ability to suppress her shrieks and groans diminished. They finished with Victor spread wide on the outdoor sofa, Salina licking his ass, balls and cock, until taking the long, thick shaft into her mouth and swallowing his familiar tasting seed. Salina kicked Victor out as soon as she came to her senses.  She picked her little boy up at school.  She made her husband a delicious meal and sucked him off that night, out of guilt. The next day she was anxious to the point of constant distraction.  What if someone saw or heard? And she felt guilty.  Paul would be so hurt if he found out.  And he has been so good to her, and to Alberto.  A widower, twice her age, they had met at Church.  He was so kind, so loving, so generous. What would she do without him?  After a few days, though, the fear and guilt subsided. She even allowed herself to fantasize about Victor.And then that first note arrived.  She retrieved the mail and amidst the usual junk and bills was a simple, small envelope. It was unpostmarked and said simply, “Mrs. Davidson,” in block letters.  Curious, she opened it as she walked back toward the front door, and when she saw what was inside she dropped all the rest of the mail onto the artificial grass.  It was a picture. Of her.  And Victor.  She was on all fours, her mouth agape, the muscled Victor fucking her from behind.  She remembered the moment well. The envelope contained no note.  Nothing but the photo. The image seemed to be taken almost from above, as if there was a second story house behind them.  But there was no such thing.  Salina was panicked. Who had taken this?! What were their intentions?!  Would Paul find out?!The next day, there was another photo.  This canlı bahis siteleri one of Salina riding Victor in cowgirl, her head thrown back and pinching her nipples.  She remembered that moment, too.  It had been a particularly spectacular orgasm.  Again, there was no note. On the third day, another envelope addressed to “Mrs. Davidson,” appeared in the mailbox. This photo was of Victor, legs akimbo, with his balls in Salina’s mouth. And this time, there was a note. “Such lovely photos. Shame if Mr. Davidson was to see them. If you’d like to see the rest, come to the old Fire Station on Senora at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. We have what you’ve been looking for.” Salina was horrified. She should confess to Paul.  She should call the cops.  She worked up her courage to tell Paul that evening. But in the end, she could not.  She did not want to hurt him. And she did not want to be out on the street with a young son. The next morning she dropped Alberto at school and then went to the bank. She withdrew a few thousand dollars from Alberto’s college fund. She had no idea what they would ask; she just hoped this would be enough and that they would leave her alone.  Whoever “they” were. The old fire station had been there since the nineteen twenties, back when this part of town was a distant outcropping.  An ornate five story tower topped a small station that never held more than two engines.  Its purpose had been to watch for fire amidst the scrub farms and ranches that made up that part of the Valley back in the day. The city had swollen over the decades to consume everything within 360 degrees for hundreds of square miles — the fire station included.  It had been unused for many years, but as a historical landmark, the City could neither knock it down, nor afford to redevelop it. Officially, it was still the jurisdiction of the Fire Department. Her heart beating wildly, and her knees shaking, Salina walked up the short driveway of the station. She had been so distracted she had not thought of how to dress for a canlı bahis blackmail drop, and was in her usual heat of the summer walking around clothes: white shorts, a braless red camisole, Prada flats. Her long hair was in braids.  She carried her big Louis Vuitton bag, with the small wad of bills buried in the bottom. Large Gucci sunglasses slid down her nose in the heat. She gulped as she knocked on the large wood door, covered in chipped red paint.  A very handsome, blond, forty-something man opened the door. He was in a tight blue t-shirt and sand colored work pants.  “Salina,” he smiled. “Right on time. Come in.”  Salina was not sure what she was expecting … guys in stocking masks maybe … or gang bangers … grease balls in bad suits … but it wasn’t this guy. He led her through an entryway, past a small office, into a large open garage, complete with fire pole and an open wrought iron staircase. She pulled her glasses off and looked around, confused. “Please … “ he said, gesturing for her to take the stairs. Salina was conscious that her pert ass was in his face as she nervously ascended the stairs. She could see that the staircase continued up into the tower, but when they came to a landing, the man said, “And turn to your right.”Salina was immediately met by three other clean-cut guys. They looked like, well, firemen. “Salina!” they all said in near unison. Salina stopped. She was perplexed, and frightened, and she had to put a stop to it all. “Look, what the fuck do you guys want with me?! I’ve got some money, but not a lot. But please, please, I beg you, don’t show those photos to anyone else.”  She was met with smiles and eyes darting around the room. “Don’t be frightened, Salina. You are something of a hobby of ours,” said one of the guys, a tall buff redheaded guy.“More of an object of worship,” said a bald black guy as he gestured to the wall.  There against the old stucco walls were perhaps a dozen photos of Salina.  Just Salina.  These were not taken the same day as when she was with Victor.  They were shots of her sunbathing, skinny dipping, doing yoga, in her backyard, blown up to poster size.  They had been taken over the course of weeks, if not months.  “I should fucking call the cops on you creeps!” Salina shouted. 

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