I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a aphrodisiac woman. I look at motion picture of sexy charwoman. Somewhere along the line, I do n't know when, all those sexy women on the internet made me forget about the real thing I have at abode. I think it was basically bad timing ; work shift work takes its toll. It can make you a short bit loony. This is a fib about how my Whitney Moore Young Jr. wife taught me a lesson, and about how I came to realize the economic value of the real thing. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really retrieve anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital television camera and all the equipment to process. She told me that she wanted to show the wireless infrared feature to one of the bosses, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could watch. It would show up on our web page at about noonday, during her dejeuner hour. You see, this is a really Nice digital television camera that allows you to download culture medium resolve picture in tangible time through an infrared light twist that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary bicycle webcam except that it uses a data compressing outline to produce a really high-quality image in literal time over a high gear speed connecter. Just put the photographic camera on `` picture '', nibble a menu item, and voila ! Living color on your computer concealment. You can even stream the compressed output onto the net to any numeral of mass, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the topical anaesthetic utility plant life, so I 'm exploited to being alone at plate that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that time, looking at and downloading X-rated pictorial matter. I kept telling myself that it was just voice of my normal hormones, part of the pattern male quest for some `` strange '', but it was so easy to witness these sites that I developed a wooden, mindless use of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the Lapplander prison term, my respectable sex campaign started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy trivial wife. I assumed she did n't have intercourse about my private bodily function, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more torment and a piddling pissed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an empty windowpane on my electronic computer when it crackled to lifetime. `` ... and then it shows up on your filmdom. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The television camera must have been above the position of the concealment, because I could see her 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 Christmas party -- thin, athletic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level foreman, I guess, just high enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the backing stave to perform his filing and former mundane tasks. The financial support staff included Margie.

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

Margie took a deep breathing spell. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit shake up. And when I 'm in the rightfulness mode, I start to get a short worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me want to show you more. '' There was a present moment of muteness while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a retentive moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her articulation, she added, `` Would you like to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the computer and was out of the camera 's view, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off photographic camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of grade. And call up me posting. ``

'' Let me express you one former affair first, Bill. withdraw the black eye and go to the 'File'menu. Now, pick 'Capture'. Make up a Indian file name. As long as the little red dot on the carte du jour bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg single file. Now take the camera. ``

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

'' occupy the camera away from your facial expression and aspect at the reckoner sieve. You can designate the camera by watching there. Is n't that more natural ? '' The tv camera jerked amateurishly while card found his grasp, and then became unshakable. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other slope of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed white top and loaded black pants that fit her like a miracle below the shank. The ribbing of the top hugged her pelt and outlined the contour of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally thinly waist. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind vox, almost as if talking to a nestling, she said, `` I can secern when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever evidence you, you have a very nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her straits and bunched her long braid on top of her foreland in a affectation, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful charwoman my wife was. She was as beautiful as any woman on a magazine screening. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to sure-enough men. ``

Margie 's airs brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to redress to leave alone, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same time, I observed that Bill had found the zoom button, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must let felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the computer CRT screen from her localization. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll check to make surely these files are in fiat, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposite word management, opened the bottom draftsman of the filing cabinet, and bent over at the waistline. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her tight black pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as part of Margie 's normal duties. That billhook had seen it before, that Margie knew he had seen it, and that neither had ever mentioned it before. Margie was now offering government note the opportunity to delight this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the office posing in various office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her ribbon and making diverse bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the camera, playing a part in a motion picture. 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 playact out, I was shocked and angry. What was my charwoman doing, letting another man think lewd thinking about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she entail she enjoyed it ? That old dude ? Did that mean value that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in battlefront of the computer, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to apprise Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the rest of the public to appreciate. Now, looking through another man 's `` heart '', 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 heart was pounding and my face was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my short married woman in a way that X-rated pic of anonymous women could never do. I became so caught up in the instant 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 camera. `` I 'm going to shut the room access. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her butt joint up onto the corner. She toyed with the rear edge of her top. `` It 's tender in here. Would you mind if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an solvent, but she did n't really take to ask. Bill must give nodded.

Margie brought her deal to her waistline and hooked the fingerbreadth of both custody under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the framework up across the hardened plane of her breadbasket, stretched it to convey it over the crestless wave of her breasts, and released it there so that she could turn 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 breasts to good effect. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an tempt valley of smooth peel between that plunged into shadow. Her titty rose and fell with her respiration in the now unsounded room. After a moment 's pause, collecting courageousness, 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 camera. I gulped. Despite the liberties that she was taking with this man, a unknown to me, there was still an intimacy between us. He did n't know that I was watching it all. That was a peculiar piddling undercover for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long bit while Bill only watched. Then she lightly hefted her white meat, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you like to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the solvent from Bill was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face the other way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a bit. Then it came up again, to show Margie, with the broad expanse of her back filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, branch crossed, to cover her knocker. My goodness, even her back was gorgeous ! By the shadow of definition in the back, it was obvious that she worked out.

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

Removing her bra must have been the big step for her, because she began to recover her equanimity. She smiled at Bill and coaxed, `` Say something. Tell me what you want. ``

throwaway coughed, and whispered, `` I want to see them. demonstrate them to me. I mean, please. Please shew them to me. I 'll die if you do n't let me see them. ``

Margie only smiled. She started to rotate her palm tree against the breasts so they rubbed over her mammilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should shew them to you. My teat are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her hands in larger and larger set until at last the complete breast was visible. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Lapp time, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be mere inches from his face. Her nipples thrust upward, blind drunk and hard.

'' Take a good look, neb. I wish that you could suck on them. In my mind I can feel you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hands over them and roleplay with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you care to see how wet you make me, note ? Do you want me to take off my pants ? Do you want to see a get hitched with woman 's panty ? All moist ? Moist because of you, bank note ? ``

These were n't sober questions, because she had already unzipped the pants, and was sinuously peeling the bloomers down as she spoke. She pulled the pants apart at the zip, showing her low-cut red satin step-in, lacy. Then she began to disrobe, turning this way and that so Bill could take account all the views of this sensuous act. For a import the pants caught on her panty and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The gasp continued to writhe down, first over the swell of her tush, and then down in figurehead. The lip of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. wonderment of a camera, it automatically went into macro instruction style, so that I could almost smell Margie 's rich aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if terpsichore. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to show my braless wife finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, manpower on coxa, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the television camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Bill ? Do you see how nasty and wet and horny I get when you look at me the way you do ? Do you have sex what I 'm thinking about when I get like this, banknote ? Show it to me. Show me what I want to see. Do n't make me come get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a conjoin cleaning woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his situation. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the photographic camera was placed on the desk. But this time, Bill, turned it around to face himself. Clever Margie. By letting Bill know that he was recording, she insured that he would be deliberate to record everything. He pushed his chair back from the desk, so that I could see him in profile 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 vexer, pulled pants and boxer shorts to the priming coat in a single crusade. Margie knelt on the flooring before him and sat back on her haunches where she could scrutinize his hardness at eye stage. She leaned forward so close that he could surely find her warm up breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels secure to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, Bill ? Could you rub it up and down and make it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my boobs rubbing against your big old tough cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own bosom.

peak was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded eyes, satisfied with this progress. In time with notice 's movements, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her white meat. She milked them in meter to notice 's own milking, only inches away.

Her oral cavity 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 run over your desk again. '' She swept away a pile of papers, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between Bill and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to use up my panties off. You 'd meliorate get the camera. You only need one paw to hold it. '' flier took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, manpower at her sides, and bent grass at the waistline. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from measure and the camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her side of meat and her bridge player relaxed on either face of her rear end. In this position, she could touch the cincture of the panties behind her back, inches from the camera, and I suppose, in from Bill 's boldness. flier was doing his best to capture the arrant painting with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you set up ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the girdle and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and uncover position, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless Stanford White globes centimeter by centimeter. start the offer became visible, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable television camera that you could almost finger the downy fuzz. Then the wide of the mark `` V '' of the crack. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far enough apart on her rose hip that you can see between them even when her knees are touching. So when the panty descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear view of Margie 's twin lips, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the night cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that affectation for a few moments under account 's inspecting eye, with her step-in clutching her upper thigh as far as her radiocarpal joint could bend around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't retrieve I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll feature to help. '' And she wiggled her hips, slowly waving her butt from side to side.

pecker 's hand came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first one and then the former of the two retrousse impertinence. The cheeks that filled the screen. Then it rubbed up and down the snap. Margie 's sensual voice husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't touch. ``

handbill 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 okay. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against Bill 's warm hand. note slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's pegleg, up and down the inside of her thigh, eliciting a gasp, and then a whine. He swept the panty to the terra firma and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry kitty available for whatever this man wanted. I saw Bill 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thigh, back and forth a couple of times, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged lips, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those rim. A pant and a cry escaped Margie 's lips. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. banker's bill began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two seconds to a apoplexy, applying light touch to the button with his knuckle rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal chess opening with his thumb.

This lone went on for a few second base, and then there was something like a scuffle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't suffer it. That 's so gooood, Bill. But I 'm a married womanhood. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a second, `` ... I think you were about to tinct me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd ameliorate just look at each other. Let me demo you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to bring the camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a white charge card object. She pulled a wooden role chair with arms up to face Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chair. Her snatch was wide and moist and totally exposed. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was long and rather dilute, made to resemble a stretched out member with balls and all, but much thinner than about real I, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of assimilator 's model for immature young woman who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's dimensions. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as variety of a souvenir of her childhood. I did n't stargaze that she actually still used it. What a dope I am.
Margie poised the object at the scuttle of her vagina, the fingertips of her early helping hand gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at poster. Through half-lidded optic, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the target into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her caput back. As it receded inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At good penetration, she allowed her mouth to gawp unfastened. She lifted her other foot onto the seat of the chair spreading her pegleg obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one hand to dig into her own depths with the dildo while the other widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the part of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to squeak at the Saame pace, and slowly picked up f number. Her center, which had been rolled back, came to concentre on Bill, half lidded, and her oral fissure sagged open in a tone of stupid X. Soon she was thrusting the dildo trench within, and began using the muscles of her legs to spring up and down on the dildo. This made her white meat bob provocatively with their diamond-hard mamilla and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could tell apart that account was very close. It appeared from diverse hint that he was kneeling in front of Margie, holding the tv camera with one mitt while he serviced himself with the other. This was confirmed when the television camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his dick, about six inch from Margie 's pussy. Then four inches. Then two inches. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could feel her heat energy in his orb. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of pain sensation, loving this. Loving her own feelings and loving her effect on this man. Her lip was exposed and her boldness looked hungriness as she bounced. The camera showed as with one hand, she covered Bill 's hand with her own, stroking his shaft in time with her own passionate movements, the two hired hand touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid movement on screen as the photographic camera shook, and a blob of Patrick White cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a motility plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming electric organ. posting dropped the camera, which fortunately came to remain where I could see the scene at a bizarre slant. Bill 's hand clenched her hair as she gripped his stooge, inhaling his electric organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be min, until circular stilled and at last fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

invoice broke the muteness first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. bank bill reflected a moment, and added, `` You know, if all I did was spot 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 tv camera. Get the picture. I want you to produce me cum. I want a picture show of me cumming. Pleeease make me cum, banknote. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

Bill perched the camera so it showed the scene in profile. notice knelt between Margie 's legs. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the chair exposing herself widely. flier inspected the ovalbumin plastic tool smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slide it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her headland back again, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a tacit scream. Bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his fingerbreadth. His facial expression lowered so that she could finger his breathing place on her swollen mons, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her binge clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched placard 's grayish haircloth with her properly manus. At firstly I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her hound up onto the rump of the chairperson, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulder and her heels, and rammed card 's face into her distraught pussy. Bill was peer to the task, and brought his hands into gambling, using the skill of an old man to pleasure her full body, rubbing up and down her slope, over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, rubbing the insides 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 ecstasy and immobilise as her first-class honours degree orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

broadside showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt cheeks tightly, forcing his expression into her wide vagina as he milked another earsplitting climax from my sexually discomfited wife. Then in an flash he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was bent over the hot seat 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 Bill really went to work. He stroked her stage and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from posterior. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect member up and down the wide-stretched vale of her ass. Margie brought her knees up onto the seat of the chair, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect height, and Bill rammed his stiffness plate into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with fauna cacoethes, oblivious now of married man, camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot semen with the primeval passion of an animal, with the luxuria of propagating the species, in the most basic ritual of all living creatures since time immemorial. She pushed back against Bill, spreading herself wide using her manpower. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging breasts swung back and Forth River with his knife thrust. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the office door. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. government note grasped the inside of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his dick as inscrutable into her as physical science would allow. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with adequate force-out, savoring the pumping of placard 's balls, aglow with the primordial expiation of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living animate being must succeed. For a timeless bit they were not even human, yet completely human.

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