face in her hands and kissed him passionately.
'Play with me,' he urged her. 'Play with me.'
He was like a child begging for a playmate, but she let her hands slowly travel down his body until she could feel the veined hardness of his huge prick. He lifted his hips so that she could feel all of it and he leaned back and closed his eyes, revelling in his new found fortune and letting his body take over.
Andrew stuck his head out from the closet and snapped the first picture.
Wiles didn't seem to hear the noise because Jessica was whispering lewd and exciting things to him. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts and he buried his face in them, sucking greedily on her nipples. Snap, the men took another picture!
Wiles was ecstatic, he had finally found a willing partner and as he prodded and pushed her, making her contort into masochistic positions while he fondled himself and her, Andrew and Duncan were able to take a complete roll of film.
He was just about to mount her, his passion at its height, his hot, thick prick poised to enter her, when Andrew snapped the last picture and came out from the closet.
Duncan grabbed Wiles while Jessica ran to put something on and he held him tightly, holding his arms in a hammerlock.
'Now we've got you,' Andrew challenged, showing him just a few of the photos he had taken. 'How'd you like your wife to get some of these?
Wouldn't it blow the roof off your nice little home?'
Wiles was sweating and shaking, he hadn't planned on this, he didn't think they would have the nerve to do the very thing he himself had done. He didn't know what to say. his mouth was dry and his whole body was trembling.
'Now you know how it feels' Andrew screamed, 'You bloody little bastard!' I want you to bring us every copy of your pictures, along with the negatives, and we will burn them right here. You stay away from all of us from now on.'
'What about your pictures,' he stammered, 'what are you going to do with them?'
'Nothing as long as you keep your end of the bargain. I'll keep them where they'll be safe and won't use them, but if you ever so much as try to see any one of us again, I'll use them, and I'll use them in the right places!'
His voice was shaking with anger as he spoke and Wiles knew that he didn't have a chance.
'I'll meet you back here this evening with the pictures and the negatives. I promise, but please don't show these to my wife!'
It was almost ludicrous to see the man that had once been so sure of himself, so threatening, frightened and trembling. He was afraid of his wife! You couldn't really blame him for she probably would have had him committed, which was where he belonged, but it wasn't up to them to be judge and jury, all they wanted was their own rights, someone else could take care of him.
Jessica glared at him with contempt as he hurriedly got dressed and ran from the flat, then the three of them sat down and laughed nervously, hardly able to believe that it was all over. Almost!
'I'd better call Gil and tell her that everything's fine. I know she's worried,' Duncan said.
Gillian agreed to come over to Jessica's flat after work rather than going home Later on, the two couples sat in Jessica's place for several hours, drinking and talking and waiting for Wiles. Around eight o'clock, they began to get, a little edgy, wondering what was keeping him. Surely he wouldn't dare not to come back, he was too frightened and Andrew promised that he would use these pictures against him if necessary.
Finally the doorbell rang and Wiles came in. He handed the pack of pictures to Andrew, who checked to see if they were all there, as well as the negatives. Satisfied, he lit a match to them and threw them in an ashtray to burn to ashes.
'I'm warning you, Wiles, if this isn't the last of these, I'll use the pictures I have. If you play it straight, nothing will happen.'
'I can't live under that kind of pressure,' he begged, 'Please give me the pictures now.'
'Now you know how we felt,' Duncan said, 'It isn't very pleasant, is it?'
'Please give them to me,' he pleaded his voice choked.
'Maybe in a week or so, Wiles, but right now, they're staying locked in a drawer. You know that we can't trust you!'
The man was almost in tears as he left the two couples standing there glaring at him, but smiles of relief slowly appearing on their faces.
As they took leave of their friends, Duncan held Gillian by the hand and walked with her out into the cool night air.
'We can't think about the past now,' he comforted her with his arm around her shoulders, 'We have a bright future to look forward to, and soon this will only be a bad memory. I can't expect any of us will ever forget it, but we can't go on living and let it haunt our lives, it wouldn't be fair.'
Gil leaned her lovely head against his strong shoulder, feeling a long forgotten warmth suffuse her with a delightful sensation of well-being.
'Let's go home, darling,' she whispered tenderly, 'I never thought I would find happiness in a city as dreadful as London, and look, I love you and it's becoming beautiful!'
Between smiles and tears. they kissed lingeringly, passionately. At least, she had told him she loved him and everything was all right again…
