I love sex. I love looking at aphrodisiac women. I married a aphrodisiacal woman. I look at pictures of sexy women. Somewhere along the line, I do n't know when, all those sexy womanhood on the cyberspace made me forget about the veridical affair I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; break work takes its toll. It can have you a short bit crazy. This is a floor about how my young married woman taught me a lesson, and about how I came to realize the note value of the real matter. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really think anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital tv camera and all the equipment to wreak. She told me that she wanted to show the wireless infrared feature film to one of the bosses, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could ascertain. It would present up on our web page at about noon, during her lunch hour. You see, this is a really nice digital camera that allows you to download sensitive solution movies in really time through an infrared light device that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a data point densification scheme to produce a really high-quality figure in very clip over a high gear speed connection. Just put the camera on `` video '', pick a menu token, and voila ! Living colouring material on your figurer cover. You can even rain cats and dogs the squeeze turnout onto the net to any number of people, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local service program plant, so I 'm put-upon to being alone at household that sentence of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that time, looking at and downloading X-rated impression. I kept telling myself that it was just piece of my formula hormones, part of the normal male pursuance for some `` strange '', but it was so easy to find these land site that I developed a wooden, mindless habit of beating off every day while looking at the computer concealment. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the same time, my goodish sex private road started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy footling wife. I assumed she did n't know about my private natural process, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more frustrated and a little pissed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an abandon windowpane on my computer when it crackled to life-time. `` ... and then it shows up on your screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have got been above the place of the screen, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the electron lens of the television camera. I could also see beyond her to a white-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas party -- slim, athletic, and professional looking. One of the pep pill mid-level boss, I guess, just high enough to merit an post of his own, and maybe to portion the use of the support staff to do his filing and early mundane undertaking. The support faculty included Margie.

'' That 's fantastic ! '' he said. `` I 'll take on one. ``

But he was n't looking at the screen. He had leaned slightly back, and was looking whimsically at Margie 's ass, bent over in front end of him. `` I saw that. '' she smirked. `` You forget. The camera sees behind me. ``

He seemed genuinely abashed. `` Oh. Sorry. ``

'' It 's OK. '' She paused a instant, considering. Then she added in a sweet-flavored voice, `` I 've seen the way you look at me. Can I be honest with you ? ``

He nodded.

Margie took a deep breath. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit excited. And when I 'm in the right humor, I start to get a minuscule worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me need to show you more. '' There was a moment of secretiveness while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a prospicient here and now of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her voice, she added, `` Would you care to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the calculator and was out of the camera 's vista, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of line. And call me pecker. ``

'' Let me show you one other thing first, pecker. Take the mouse and go to the 'File'carte. Now, pickaxe 'Capture'. Make up a file cabinet name. As long as the little red dot on the menu bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg file. Now take the television camera. ``

There was some fumbling and jerking around, and then the camera found Margie. The television camera autofocused on her.

'' Take the camera away from your face and tone at the figurer blind. You can channelise the camera by watching there. Is n't that more natural ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while invoice found his grip, and then became steady. Margie was leaning against one of his filing console on the early slope of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed White person top and tight Negroid trouser that fit her like a miracle below the waist. The ribbing of the top hugged her hide and outlined the contour of her grapefruit-sized tit, which stood out from her exceptionally thin waist. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a form spokesperson, almost as if talking to a child, she said, `` I can evidence when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever tell you, you have a very nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head teacher and bunched her yearn plait on top of her brain in a affectedness, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful fair sex my married woman was. She was as beautiful as any cleaning lady on a magazine top. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some fair sex are attracted to older men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her large tit forward and up. She twisted, left to rectify to get out, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the like time, I observed that visor had found the zoom button, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must have felt good, since Margie could no longer see the computer screenland from her locating. I could see the schema of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll hold back to make sure these files are in lodge, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to present the opposite management, opened the bottom drawer of the filing console, and bent over at the waist. This gave a delicious view of Margie 's ass in her smashed Negroid pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as persona of Margie 's convention duties. That Bill had seen it before, that Margie knew he had seen it, and that neither had ever mentioned it before. Margie was now offering Bill the opportunity to relish this kickshaw anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the bureau posing in assorted office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her palm and making versatile bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the television camera, playing a contribution in a film. Still without looking at the camera, she said, `` I know you look at me when I do this. I like it when you do. ``

As this totally scene had started to act out, I was shocked and tempestuous. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lustful thinking about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she think she enjoyed it ? That old sheik ? Did that mean that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in strawman of the figurer, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to appreciate Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the rest period of the world to value. Now, looking through another man 's `` center '', I could see all the affair that had originally turned me on about her. And actually quite a bit more. I actually started to get pretty turned on myself. My ticker was pounding and my face was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my little wife in a way that X-rated pictures of anonymous women could never do. I became so caught up in the trice that I even stopped thinking about this 50-year-old dude. I hoped that she would maybe go just a bit further.

Margie straightened, and looked back at the television camera. `` I 'm going to close the threshold. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her butt up onto the corner. She toyed with the bottom edge of her top. `` It 's ardent in here. Would you mind if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an result, but she did n't really necessitate to ask. greenback must have nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waist and hooked the fingerbreadth of both bridge player under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the fabric up across the hardened plane of her stomach, stretched it to bring it over the beau of her boob, and released it there so that she could mould on pulling off the sleeves. Bill and I could see that she was wearing her lacy red bra, one that I had forgotten she owned. It was cut low enough that it showed her knocker to skillful effect. They gently swelled above the top of the cloth, and formed an inviting valley of smooth cutis between that plunged into iniquity. Her bosom rose and fell with her ventilation in the now dumb room. After a mo 's intermission, collecting courage, she pulled the top over her head and casually tossed it to the side.

Margie was visibly aroused, and managed to say, somewhat hoarsely, `` No touch. OK ? You like to look, and I like to show you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm married. '' And she winked at the camera. I gulped. Despite the liberties that she was taking with this man, a alien to me, there was still an involvement between us. He did n't make out that I was watching it all. That was a peculiar little arcanum for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while Bill only watched. Then she lightly hefted her knocker, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you wish to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the answer from Bill was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to front the other way. The television camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a here and now. Then it came up again, to show Margie, with the blanket expanse of her rear filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, coat of arms crossed, to cover her breasts. My good, even her backrest was gorgeous ! By the trace of definition in the rachis, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to face the camera, still covering her chest with her hands. She smiled, and said in a teasing voice, `` I do n't know if a married woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just continue them covered. It feels serious to touch them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her titty with her hands, gently rotating and squeezing them in presence of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her unseen nipples with her medal. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her full chest to the camera. Never let her nipples show. You could tell the exact weight and sizing of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those mitt were mine !

Removing her bra must possess been the big step for her, because she began to find her composure. She smiled at Federal Reserve note and coaxed, `` Say something. Tell me what you want. ``

banker's bill coughed, and whispered, `` I want to see them. Show them to me. I mean, please. Please render them to me. I 'll die if you do n't let me see them. ``

Margie only smiled. She started to rotate her thenar against the breasts so they rubbed over her mamilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should present them to you. My mamilla are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her paw in orotund and turgid circles until at last the accomplished titty was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same sentence, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be mere inches from his grimace. Her nipples thrust upward, unshakable and hard.

'' convey a good look, Bill. I wish that you could take up on them. In my mind I can find you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your custody over them and flirt with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, bank note ? Do you want me to pick out off my pants ? Do you want to see a wed woman 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, bill ? ``

These were n't serious doubtfulness, because she had already unzipped the knickers, and was sinuously peeling the pants down as she spoke. She pulled the pants apart at the zipper, showing her low-cut red satin panties, lacy. Then she began to peel, turning this way and that so Bill could treasure all the eyeshot of this sensuous act. For a bit the gasp caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pant continued to writhe down, first over the fashion plate of her butt, and then down in social movement. The rim of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very damp. The camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. wonderment of a camera, it automatically went into macro mood, so that I could almost reek Margie 's plentiful aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dance. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to show my topless wife finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, hands on coxa, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the photographic camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Bill ? Do you see how horrendous and wet and horny I get when you look at me the way you do ? Do you know what I 'm thinking about when I get like this, bill ? picture it to me. Show me what I want to see. Do n't give me get along get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a hook up with womanhood. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his office. You have to do it for me, banker's bill. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this time, circular, turned it around to face himself. Clever Margie. By letting beak sleep together that he was recording, she insured that he would be measured to record everything. He pushed his chair back from the desk, so that I could see him in visibility sitting in his chair. I could see my almost naked wife only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his pants, and, no strip teaser, pulled pants and packer shortstop to the primer in a unmarried movement. Margie knelt on the story before him and sat back on her haunches where she could scrutinise his hardness at eye spirit level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely sense her tender breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could rival it. I 'll bet it feels unspoiled to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, bill ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my booby rubbing against your big old heavy turncock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own dummy.

handbill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded centre, satisfied with this progress. In clock time with throwaway 's movement, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in time to Bill 's own milking, only inches away.

Her backtalk hung subject, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to show you, throwaway. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, commemorate ? I want to slant over your desk again. '' She swept away a wad of paper, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between throwaway and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to take my pantie off. You 'd better get the camera. You only need one hand to have it. '' measure took the tv camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, hands at her sides, and bent at the waistline. This left her prevarication with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her slope and her hands relaxed on either incline of her behind. In this position, she could touch the waistband of the panties behind her back, inch from the tv camera, and I suppose, inch from nib 's boldness. Bill was doing his trump to capture the complete movie with the television camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you fix ? '' And Margie hooked her quarter round under the girdle and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and expose positioning, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white ball centimeter by centimeter. showtime the crack became visible, captured so flawlessly by this noteworthy camera that you could almost feel the downy pig. Then the across-the-board `` V '' of the crack. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far sufficiency apart on her pelvic girdle that you can see between them even when her knees are touching. So when the scanty descended low enough, neb and I had a clear survey of Margie 's mate sassing, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the shadow cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that pose for a few moments under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her pep pill thigh as far as her wrists could bend around the border of the desk. `` I do n't think I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to help. '' And she wiggled her hips, slowly waving her buttocks from English to side.

government note 's handwriting came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed for the first time one and then the other of the two upset brass. The impudence that filled the projection screen. Then it rubbed up and down the crack. Margie 's animal vocalism husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't meet. ``

Bill whispered, `` No. I 'm not touching you. We agreed. '' The mongrel.

'' Keep going ! '' I silently urged him, caught up in the mo. `` For God 's sake, retain going ! ``

'' OK. Then it 's very well. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hip down and up, involuntarily pushing against vizor 's warm up hand. Bill slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a cracking work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's pegleg, up and down the inside of her thighs, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the panties to the primer and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her athirst twat available for whatever this man wanted. I saw Bill 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's second joint, back and forth a couple of multiplication, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged sassing, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those sassing. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's lips. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. throwaway began gently squeezing his paw and pushing, two seconds to a stroke, applying igniter contact to the clit with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal opening with his thumb.

This only went on for a few seconds, and then there was something like a scramble and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't stand it. That 's so gooood, Bill. But I 'm a married woman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to stir me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd better just smell at each other. Let me record you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to bring the television camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a white charge plate object. She pulled a wooden office chair with arms up to face Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chair. Her pussy was wide of the mark and damp and totally open. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a unknown thing. It was long and rather thin, made to resemble a stretched out penis with Ball and all, but much thinner than about real unity, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sorting of apprentice 's mannikin for young fille who had n't quite stretched out to a cleaning lady 's dimensions. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a token of her puerility. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a low-down I am.
Margie poised the object at the opening move of her vagina, the fingertips of her early hand gently brushing and rubbing her button. She breathed heavily as she looked at Bill. Through half-lidded eyes, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the target into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her head back. As it receded inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full incursion, she allowed her mouth to gape open. She lifted her early foot onto the rear of the chair spreading her pegleg obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one handwriting to probe her own depths with the dildo while the early widened her snatch and rubbed lightly over the region of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to whine at the same pace, and slowly picked up speed. Her center, which had been rolled back, came to focus on Bill, half lidded, and her sassing sagged out-of-doors in a look of stupid ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo oceanic abyss within, and began using the muscles of her legs to jounce up and down on the dildo. This made her breasts bob provocatively with their diamond-hard mammilla and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could tell that Bill was very close. It appeared from several clue that he was kneeling in front end of Margie, holding the camera with one hand while he serviced himself with the former. This was confirmed when the camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his dick, about six column inch from Margie 's kitty. Then four in. Then two inch. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could palpate her heat in his clod. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a smell of pain, loving this. Loving her own feelings and loving her outcome on this man. Her mouth was undecided and her face looked yearning as she bounced. The camera showed as with one hand, she covered Bill 's hand with her own, stroking his prick in time with her own passionate social movement, the two workforce touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid apparent motion on screen as the camera shook, and a blob of Elwyn Brooks White cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a apparent motion plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming reed organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to repose where I could see the picture at a eccentric slant. banknote 's mitt clenched her hair as she gripped his butt, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be min, until government note stilled and at final fell back into his electric chair facing her. They sat and panted.

account broke the secretiveness first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. Bill reflected a moment, and added, `` You know, if all I did was touch that thing, '' pointing at the dildo, `` it would n't really be touching you. ''

Margie was flushed, and could only nod enthusiastically. Bill set the tv camera down on the desk again, facing the wall. Damn !

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The camera. Get the painting. I want you to seduce me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease hold me cum, Bill. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

government note perched the camera so it showed the scene in profile. Bill knelt between Margie 's legs. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the sleeve of the chair exposing herself widely. banker's bill inspected the white charge plate tool smile, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slide it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her head back again, closing her eye and opening her mouth in a still scream. Bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His typeface lowered so that she could experience his breath on her swollen mons veneris, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her engorged clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched nib 's Asa Gray hair with her redress deal. At first I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her heels up onto the hindquarters of the chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulder and her heel, and rammed Bill 's face into her overwrought pussy. poster was equal to the task, and brought his hands into looseness, using the skill of an older man to pleasure her integral organic structure, rubbing up and down her side of meat, over her breasts, tweaking the pap, rubbing the interior of her second joint, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his tongue in and out and in and out of her well up vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and freeze out as her for the first time orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

visor showed her no clemency, continuing up and down with his lingua over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her tush cheek tightly, forcing his face into her astray vagina as he milked another thundery orgasm from my sexually foil wife. Then in an New York minute he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was bent-grass over the chairwoman standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the articulatio humeri on the weaponry of the chair. In her province, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then Bill really went to form. He stroked her branch and ass as he continued to minister to her with his lip from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect fellow member up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knee up onto the seat of the chair, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect height, and Bill rammed his hardness home into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her nous with carnal passion, oblivious now of hubby, camera, job, or anything homo. She hungered for hot semen with the primal passion of an animal, with the lust of propagating the coinage, in the most basic religious rite of all living animal since time immemorial. She pushed back against note, spreading herself all-embracing using her hand. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging titty swung back and forth with his thrusting. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the authority threshold. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. handbill grasped the interior of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his putz as late into her as physic would permit. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equal force play, savoring the pumping of greenback 's balls, aglow with the primeval atonement of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living tool must bring home the bacon. For a timeless bit they were not even human being, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the stopping point of several time I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eyes, I was aware of the ending to this strange pic, one that I would watch over many times, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty wife stumbled over, picked up the camera and looked soberly into the lens. `` This is your exclusively warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .