The Browns
Across the table, next to his wife, Joan, Kara Brown winked at Robert Crane. They were among the eleven neighbors who made up their dinner club. This was the group's first formal gathering since it had been formed.
Kara and her husband, Don, were the fourth residents to move into their exclusive new subdivision that consisted of only 25 homes. The Browns and the Cranes had become fast friends. Robert wished he was sitting next to Kara, a hot blonde, instead of Roxanne Bullock.
Roxanne was a gorgeous brunette. She and her husband, Brad, were the first neighbors the Cranes had met, even before their houses were completed. They had become friends also, they went to dinner together from time to time, and, every second or third weekend when Joan went out of town for the weekend to take care of her aging, ailing mother, the Bullocks invited Robert over for an ostensible dinner, but the truth was, unknown to anyone else, was that the three had become fuck buddies. It turned out Brad liked to watch his wife having sex with another man and occasionally participate in a threesome. The problem was, Roxanne was so wild and insatiable, Robert always feared that in the presence of others, she might inadvertently give up their secret. Of course, the safest course of action would be to just end it, but she was an incredible fuck and, to boot, her husband let them do it!
Robert was not a heel or a cad; he was, by most accounts, a pretty decent, well-liked guy. Before Roxanne, he had never cheated on his wife, with whom he'd had and active and wild sex life. But over the last few years, since hitting their fifties, they both seemed to have had waning interest in sex. They had just chalked it off to the fact that they were older and didn't need all of the wild sex they once had. They still did it, albeit infrequently, but they were still good at it and enjoyed it. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for Robert. It had been hard to resist Brad Bullock's request to fuck his wife while he watched. The fact that she was so good in bed didn't help either. Now, it was a regular thing with them.
Kara and Don, on the other hand, came across as religious types, and it turned out that they were. But they also had another side.
Robert was a web designer and he managed a number of websites for his clients. He worked from home. As his business grew and web design became more graphic, he expanded his repertoire to photography and videography to provide his customers with full service for their websites. The Brown's traveled extensively, and when they learned of Robert's skills, they sought his assistance with the many pictures they took on their trips. It had been difficult to resist the allure of the beautiful Kara, and as it turned out, their photos needed considerable help to go from snapshots to fine art. Their objective was to hang the better photographs on the walls of their home.
The first time Robert went over to the Browns' to look at their pictures, Joan went with him. That began a close friendship between her and Kara because they shared interests in crafts and decorating. However, when it was time to begin the actual work, Joan didn't want to just sit around and watch, so she stopped accompanying her husband. Always looking for something to do on the weekends that she went to her mother's—aside from his Fridays with Roxanne and Brad—Robert agreed to work on the photos on Saturday afternoons (he needed the mornings to recover from those Friday evenings).
This turned out to be more acceptable to the Browns than they originally let on.
The first weekend they actually worked on the photos, which consisted mainly of just cropping and Photoshopping. Kara was dressed casually in a white V-neck T-shirt dress, mid-thigh length. She wasn't flaunting herself as Roxanne would have done. She was merely quietly alluring. Like any white T-shirt, the material was see-through. Underneath, she wore only a bra that barely contained her medium sized breasts and bikini panties. Robert couldn't help wondering why she was so revealingly attired. She'd never dressed so when Joan was with him. However, as attractive as she was, he couldn't help but quietly and discreetly observe. As a result, it was hard not to joke and be playful with the couple, who responded in kind.
Robert couldn't help but make some comparisons between Roxanne and Kara: two extremely attractive women, one, an exhibitionist with a hard body who needed to show herself off to gain approval and acceptance; the other, a natural beauty who could be incredibly enticing just being herself; one, a no-holds-barred sex addict; the other, a borderline holy roller, but not so much that she was afraid to show a little of herself. He often thought that Roxanne had the kind of body that looked naked. When he saw her totally nude, she looked natural. While he had not seen Kara naked, what he could see given her attire, which was pretty much everything, her body had that pampered look with skin so soft, she was probably perfect to cuddle with. Edgy and gorgeous versus classic beauty.
So, while Roxanne would have been all over him like a cheap suit, all he could do was enjoy watching Kara flit her sexy body around and absorb her femininity when she sat close to review photos.
Two weeks later, it was a different story. They worked on the pictures briefly, and then Kara excused herself to fix dinner. She was dressed exactly the same as the time before, and Robert thought that maybe it was her weekend, lounge-around clothing.
Once she was out of earshot, Don became somewhat edgy, then finally said, "We really appreciate all your help with this."
Robert couldn't imagine why his neighbor was nervous to say that. "My pleasure."
"Yeah, but you're giving up your Saturdays."
"I'm actually glad to have something to do when Joan is away."
"Well, that's good because I have another favor to ask."
"What's that?"
Don cleared his throat. "I'm not quite sure how to put it."
"Just say what's on your mind." Robert was not particularly religious, Don knew it, so the former wondered if the favor had something to do with their church or something along those lines. If so, he wasn't sure he would be interested in granting the request.
"I—
we
—were wondering if you might consider . . . we really like you and trust you and feel that you are one of the few people we would feel comfortable asking this, but, well, and of course, you're under no obligation . . . but we would like to know if you would be agreeable to taking pictures of Kara?"
"What kind of pictures?" Robert felt he had to ask.
"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, Kara is a very beautiful woman," Don proudly pointed out. "I'm so lucky to have her."
In Robert's opinion, Don was a great guy, one he was proud to call a friend, unlike the many asshole men he knew. "I'm sure no luckier than she is to have you."
He smiled. "Thanks. I know a lot of people think we're these Holy Roller types, and while we do embrace our religion, it's more because Kara's uncle is a minister and well known around town."
"I didn't know that." He didn't.
"Yeah, so in public we feel like we have to act the part. But the truth is, we're just regular people who like to have a good time like everyone else."
Having a sneaking suspicion where this was going and to reel Don back in, Robert repeated, "What kind of pictures?"
"Well," Don cleared his throat, "you know, something provocative, edgy, sexy."
"I was wondering why she was dressed . . . like she is."
"Yeah, she could never go out in public like that, even though there are a lot of women who would."
"I can think of a few."
"We feel like the only way we can espouse our—shall we say—anti-religious side is through private pictures. Kara and I just want to see ourselves in a different light, so to speak."
"I get it," Robert said. "I don't have a problem with that. And I'm certainly not one to be judgmental."
"Good. Then how would you feel about her in bikinis, negligees . . . perhaps even less?"
"Less?" Robert's suspicions were homing in, but he wanted to hear Don say it.
