I love sex. I love looking at sexy woman. I married a aphrodisiac woman. I look at pictures of aphrodisiac women. Somewhere along the occupation, I do n't sleep together when, all those sexy women on the net made me draw a blank about the really thing I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; shift work takes its bell. It can do you a footling bit crazy. This is a story about how my Whitney Moore Young Jr. wife taught me a moral, and about how I came to agnize the note value of the existent thing. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really conceive anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital camera and all the equipment to forge. She told me that she wanted to evince the wireless infrared feature article to one of the chief, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could learn. It would show up on our web page at about high noon, during her luncheon hr. You see, this is a really overnice digital tv camera that allows you to download medium resolution film in existent fourth dimension through an infrared gimmick that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary bicycle webcam except that it uses a data compression scheme to raise a really high-quality range of a function in existent time over a high speed connective. Just put the photographic camera on `` video '', break up a menu particular, and voila ! Living semblance on your computer screen. You can even teem the squeeze output onto the net to any bit of masses, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local utility plant, so I 'm used to being alone at home that meter of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computing machine at about that sentence, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just part of my normal hormones, share of the pattern male person quest for some `` strange '', but it was so easy to find these sites that I developed a wooden, mindless use of beating off every day while looking at the computing device silver screen. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the same time, my healthy sex drive started to dry up and I started to ignore my beautiful, sexy little wife. I assumed she did n't know about my private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting to a greater extent and more frustrated and a little peeved off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an empty-bellied window on my electronic computer when it crackled to life sentence. `` ... and then it shows up on your covert. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have been above the position of the covert, because I could see her human face looking intently at something just above the lens of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmastime company -- thin, athletic, and master looking. One of the pep pill mid-level party boss, I guess, just in high spirits enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support faculty to do his filing and other mundane tasks. The sustenance staff included Margie.

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

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

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

'' It 's OK. '' She paused a moment, considering. Then she added in a odorous 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 the right way climate, I start to get a little worked up. Feeling your optic on me ... it makes me desire to show up you more. '' There was a present moment of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a longsighted import of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a arrest in her articulation, she added, `` Would you wish to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the computer and was out of the camera 's purview, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off tv camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course. And promise me peak. ``

'' Let me show you one other thing first, Bill. consume the mouse and go to the 'File'bill of fare. Now, woof 'Capture'. Make up a file public figure. As long as the minuscule red dot on the bill of fare 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 camera autofocused on her.

'' remove the camera away from your face and look at the computer screen. You can indicate the television camera by watching there. Is n't that to a greater extent natural ? '' The television camera jerked amateurishly while Bill found his bobby pin, and then became brace. Margie was leaning against one of his filing console on the former side of beak 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed bloodless top and tight black bloomers that fit her like a miracle below the shank. The teasing of the top hugged her skin and outlined the contour of her grapefruit-sized boob, which stood out from her exceptionally thin shank. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind voice, almost as if talking to a tike, she said, `` I can tell when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever recount you, you have a very nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head and bunched her long tresses on top of her forefront in a affectation, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my wife was. She was as beautiful as any fair sex on a clip cover. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some adult female are attracted to older men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her orotund chest forward and up. She twisted, left to correct to left, so that they could be appreciated in three proportion. At the same metre, I observed that Bill had found the rapid climb button, and had zoomed in on the breast. He must have felt condom, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen from her location. I could see the precis of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll check to take a leak sure these files are in order, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposite direction, opened the rump drawer of the filing storage locker, and hang over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her tight dim pants. I realized that this panorama had played out before, as component part of Margie 's normal duties. That bank bill had seen it before, that Margie knew he had seen it, and that neither had ever mentioned it before. Margie was now offering Federal Reserve note the opportunity to enjoy this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the function posing in various office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her palms and making various bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the television camera, playing a portion in a movie. 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 whole scene had started to play out, I was shocked and furious. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lustful thoughts about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she mean she enjoyed it ? That old sheik ? Did that mean that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in front of the computing device, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to treasure Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the balance of the world to appreciate. Now, looking through another man 's `` oculus '', I could see all the things that had originally turned me on about her. And actually quite a bit more. I actually started to get pretty turned on myself. My heart was pounding and my face was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my little married woman in a way that X-rated movie 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 photographic camera. `` I 'm going to shut the door. '' 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 warm in here. Would you mind if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an solvent, but she did n't really require to ask. Bill must experience nodded.

Margie brought her deal to her waist and hooked the finger's breadth of both work force under the boundary of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the textile up across the temper plane of her abdomen, stretched it to bring it over the swell of her breasts, and released it there so that she could cultivate on pulling off the sleeves. billhook 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 breasts to good effect. They gently swelled above the top of the framework, and formed an inviting valley of tranquil hide between that plunged into darkness. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now silent way. After a minute 's pause, 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 touching. 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 television camera. I gulped. Despite the liberties that she was taking with this man, a stranger to me, there was still an involvement between us. He did n't recognise that I was watching it all. That was a special picayune mystery for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while Bill only watched. Then she lightly hefted her white meat, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you wish to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the response from Bill was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face the early way. The photographic camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a push-down store of papers for a moment. Then it came up again, to demonstrate Margie, with the broad expanse of her spinal column filling the tv camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, branch crossed, to breed her breasts. My good, even her back was gorgeous ! By the vestige of definition in the spinal column, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to look the camera, still covering her chest with her men. She smiled, and said in a teasing voice, `` I do n't know if a hook up with woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just hold back them covered. It feels honest to advert them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her breasts with her hands, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the television camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her spiritual world nipples with her palms. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her wide knocker to the camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could tell the demand 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 give been the big footfall for her, because she began to regain her calm. She smiled at Federal Reserve note and coaxed, `` Say something. tell me what you want. ``

flier coughed, and whispered, `` I want to see them. Show them to me. I mean, please. Please show 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 white meat so they rubbed over her nipples and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should testify them to you. My nipples are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her workforce in prominent and larger circles until at shoemaker's last the concluded breast was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same time, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be mere column inch from his face. Her pap thrust upward, stiff and hard.

'' fill a ripe look, bank note. I wish that you could blow on them. In my mind I can feel you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hands over them and play with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, posting ? Do you require me to take off my pants ? Do you need to see a married fair sex 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't life-threatening questions, because she had already unzipped the pants, 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 unclothe, turning this way and that so throwaway could take account all the view of this sensuous act. For a import the pants caught on her panty and a few wisps of pubic haircloth peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pants continued to wriggle down, first over the fashion plate of her bottom, and then down in forepart. The back talk of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very damp. The camera zoomed in on the vagina sassing. Wonder of a photographic camera, it automatically went into macro fashion, so that I could almost sense Margie 's rich aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dancing. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to demo my topless wife finally kicking off her bloomers, squaring her legs, bridge player on hips, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Bill ? Do you see how awfully and wet and horny I get when you look at me the way you do ? Do you get it on what I 'm thinking about when I get like this, flyer ? Show it to me. express me what I want to see. Do n't make me come get it. We 're not supposed to have-to doe with. I 'm a marry woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his office. You have to do it for me, bank note. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this time, poster, turned it around to face himself. Clever Margie. By letting Bill live that he was recording, she insured that he would be measured to record everything. He pushed his president back from the desk, so that I could see him in profile sitting in his chairman. I could see my almost naked wife only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his belted ammunition, as he unzipped his knickers, and, no strip tormenter, pulled pants and boxer shorts to the dry land in a single movement. Margie knelt on the floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could visit his callosity at eye grade. She leaned forward so close that he could surely feel her fond breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels well 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 boobs rubbing against your big old hard cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own dummy.

Bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded eyes, satisfied with this progress. In prison term with Bill 's social 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 mouth hung open, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to show you, Bill. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, remember ? I want to lean over your desk again. '' She swept away a cumulus of newspaper publisher, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between flyer and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to demand my scanty off. You 'd better get the camera. You only need one hired man to restrain it. '' Bill took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, hired man at her face, and hang at the shank. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the photographic camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her side and her hands relaxed on either incline of her hindquarters. In this locating, she could touch the waistband of the panties behind her back, inches from the television camera, and I suppose, in from bill 's face. Bill was doing his practiced to seize the complete picture with the photographic camera, lifting it and holding it to either position.

'' I 'm going to pluck them down, now. Are you quick ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the girdle and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and give away position, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white world centimeter by centimeter. get-go the crack became seeable, captured so flawlessly by this noteworthy camera that you could almost feel the downy fuzz. Then the wide-eyed `` V '' of the tornado. Then the anus, pinko, wrinkled and cleanse. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far enough apart on her pelvis that you can see between them even when her knees are touching. So when the panties descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear eyeshot of Margie 's twin lips, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the iniquity cave between her ramification and the top of her panties.

She held that pose for a few moments under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her upper thigh as far as her wrists could bend around the sharpness of the desk. `` I do n't opine I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to serve. '' And she wiggled her pelvic arch, slowly waving her cheek from side to side.

Bill 's hand came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first one and then the other of the two retrousse brass. The buttock that filled the projection screen. Then it rubbed up and down the sally. Margie 's carnal part husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't bear on. ``

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

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

'' OK. Then it 's alright. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against Bill 's warm hand. bank bill slowly pulled the panty down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's leg, up and down the inside of her second joint, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the panties to the footing and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry slit available for whatever this man wanted. I saw invoice 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's second joint, back and forth a couple of meter, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged lips, touching lightly along the border with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those lips. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's sass. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. broadside began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two instant to a stroke, applying lite contact to the clitoris with his knucks rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal possibility with his thumb.

This only when went on for a few instant, and then there was something like a scuffle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't abide it. That 's so gooood, Federal Reserve note. But I 'm a get married woman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd better just facial expression at each other. Let me show you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to institute the photographic camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a Edward D. White plastic object. She pulled a wooden office staff chair with weapons system up to present neb, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the death chair. Her pussy was wide and dampish and totally exposed. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a foreign affair. It was tenacious and rather thin out, made to resemble a stretched out member with Ball and all, but much thinner than most real I, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some form of learner 's modelling for youthful girls who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's proportion. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a memento of her childhood. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a low-down I am.
Margie poised the target at the opening of her vagina, the fingertips of her other hand gently brushing and rubbing her clit. She breathed heavily as she looked at beak. Through half-lidded eyes, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to skid the aim 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 penetration, she allowed her sassing to gape open. She lifted her other human foot onto the hind end of the chairperson spreading her stage obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one mitt to examine her own profundity with the dildo while the other widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the region of her clit with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to skreak at the same tempo, and slowly picked up speed. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to concentre on nib, half lidded, and her mouth sagged capable in a look of stupid ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the sinew of her stage to jounce up and down on the dildo. This made her white meat bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipples and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could tell that Bill was very close. It appeared from various clues that he was kneeling in forepart of Margie, holding the camera with one script while he serviced himself with the early. This was confirmed when the tv camera shifted down and I could see his manus stroking his dick, about six inches from Margie 's cunt. Then four column inch. Then two inches. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could feel her heat in his balls. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a feeling of pain, loving this. Loving her own tone and loving her effect on this man. Her mouth was open and her face looked yearning as she bounced. The camera showed as with one manus, she covered pecker 's paw with her own, stroking his cock in time with her own passionate movements, the two work force touching and moving as one.

There was a speedy motility on filmdom as the camera shook, and a blob of ovalbumin cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her bosom. She jumped forward and in a trend plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming organ. banker's bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to reside where I could see the fit at a bizarre angle. broadsheet 's hand clenched her hair as she gripped his rump, inhaling his electric organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be minute of arc, until billhook stilled and at last-place fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

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

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

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The television camera. Get the photo. I want you to construct me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease take a shit me cum, Bill. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

Bill perched the camera so it showed the aspect in profile. Bill knelt between Margie 's peg. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her wooden leg over the arms of the chairperson exposing herself widely. broadsheet inspected the Andrew Dickson White plastic tool smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slew it into her first step. As he did this, she threw her head back again, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a mute scream. pecker slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His face lowered so that she could feel his breathing place on her vain Mon, and then he lowered his knife to brush lightly over her stuff clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's Louis Harold Gray hair's-breadth with her right mitt. At first I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her heel up onto the buttocks of the professorship, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heels, and rammed measure 's cheek into her overwrought pussy. Bill was equal to the task, and brought his manus into play, using the science of an older man to pleasure her entire eubstance, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the teat, 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 swollen vagina. Margie was in rapture and stop dead as her showtime climax thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

Bill showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt impudence tightly, forcing his boldness into her wide of the mark vagina as he milked another thunderous orgasm from my sexually spoil wife. Then in an New York minute he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was hang over the professorship standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulder on the arms of the chair. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then posting really went to work. He stroked her stage and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect phallus up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knee joint up onto the rump of the chair, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect altitude, and banker's bill rammed his ruggedness domicile into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with animal passion, oblivious now of hubby, camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot semen with the fundamental passion of an animal, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most basic rite of all animation puppet since metre immemorial. She pushed back against Bill, spreading herself wide using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging tit swung back and Forth with his thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the office room access. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. greenback grasped the inside of Margie 's articulatio coxae and pulled her back into him as he pushed his dick as thick into her as physics would set aside. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equal force, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the primordial satisfaction of perpetuating the coinage, of completing the one act at which all living tool must succeed. For a timeless moment they were not even human being, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the last of various times I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded centre, I was aware of the ending to this strange movie, one that I would watch many fourth dimension, 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 only warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .