I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a sexy woman. I look at pictures of sexy women. Somewhere along the descent, I do n't know when, all those sexy adult female on the internet made me forget about the genuine thing I have at household. I think it was basically bad timing ; duty period work takes its toll. It can construct you a little bit crazy. This is a report about how my young wife taught me a moral, and about how I came to realize the value of the genuine affair. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really imagine anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital camera and all the equipment to work. She told me that she wanted to show the wireless infrared feature to one of the chief, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could watch. It would show up on our web page at about noon, during her lunch hour. You see, this is a really nice digital television camera that allows you to download medium solving movies in real sentence through an infrared device that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a datum densification strategy to produce a really high-quality image in real fourth dimension over a high gear speed connection. Just put the camera on `` video '', pick a carte item, and voila ! Living color on your computer screen. You can even stream the compressed output onto the net to any number of mass, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local anesthetic public utility company plant, so I 'm ill-used to being alone at dwelling that clip of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that time, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just component part of my normal hormone, part of the formula male pursuit for some `` strange '', but it was so easy to find these sites that I developed a wooden, mindless drug abuse of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't cerebrate I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the same time, my intelligent sex drive started to dry up and I started to drop my beautiful, sexy little wife. I assumed she did n't be intimate about my private bodily 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 discharge window on my computer when it crackled to life. `` ... and then it shows up on your screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have been above the position of the sieve, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the electron lens of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a hoary man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas party -- slender, athletic, and master looking. One of the upper mid-level hirer, I guess, just high school enough to merit an spot of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support faculty to perform his filing and early mundane tasks. The backup stave included Margie.

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

But he was n't looking at the screen. He had leaned slightly back, and was looking whimsically at Margie 's ass, bent-grass over in social movement 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 import, considering. Then she added in a sweet interpreter, `` I 've seen the way you look at me. Can I be honest with you ? ``

He nodded.

Margie took a inscrutable breathing space. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit emotional. And when I 'm in the rightfulness modality, I start to get a piddling worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me desire to usher you more. '' There was a import of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a farsighted moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her voice, she added, `` Would you wish to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the electronic computer and was out of the camera 's view, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of path. And foretell me nib. ``

'' Let me read you one other matter first, Bill. Take the mouse and go to the 'File'menu. Now, beak 'Capture'. Make up a data file name. As long as the little red dot on the menu bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg Indian file. Now take the camera. ``

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

'' Take the camera away from your face and look at the computer screen. You can aim the camera by watching there. Is n't that Sir Thomas More natural ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while nib found his grip, and then became unfluctuating. Margie was leaning against one of his filing storage locker on the other side of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed whitened top and tight blacken gasp that fit her like a miracle below the waistline. The teasing of the top hugged her skin and outlined the conformation of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally fragile waistline. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind voice, 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 recite you, you have a very nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her psyche and bunched her retentive plait on top of her principal in a airs, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my married woman was. She was as beautiful as any cleaning lady on a magazine book binding. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to senior men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to right to go away, so that they could be appreciated in three dimension. At the same time, I observed that bank note had found the zoom clit, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must have got felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the computer blind from her placement. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the fix and size of it of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll retard to earn sure these files are in order, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposition direction, opened the bottom draftsman of the filing cabinet, and knack over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her stiff blackness pants. I realized that this scenery had played out before, as part of Margie 's normal duty. 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 neb the chance to love this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a hour or two, with Margie going around the office posing in respective office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her decoration and making various bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the television camera, playing a function in a movie. Still without looking at the photographic 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 angry. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lustful intellection about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she mean she enjoyed it ? That old dandy ? Did that mean value that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in front of the data processor, 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 eternal sleep of the cosmos to prize. Now, looking through another man 's `` optic '', I could see all the matter 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 footling married woman in a way that X-rated word picture 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 photographic camera. `` I 'm going to close the room access. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her butt up onto the box. She toyed with the bottom bound of her top. `` It 's warm in here. Would you bear in mind if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really need to ask. invoice must have nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waist and hooked the digit of both script under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the textile up across the hardened plane of her tum, stretched it to wreak it over the swell of her knocker, and released it there so that she could process on pulling off the sleeve. bank 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 force. They gently swelled above the top of the cloth, and formed an inviting valley of smooth pelt between that plunged into dark. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now unsounded elbow room. After a moment 's break, 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 wed. '' And she winked at the camera. I gulped. Despite the impropriety that she was taking with this man, a alien to me, there was still an amour between us. He did n't know that I was watching it all. That was a special fiddling secluded for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while beak only watched. Then she lightly hefted her knocker, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you like to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the answer from Federal Reserve note was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face up the early way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a moment. 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, arms crossed, to get over her boob. My goodness, even her back was gorgeous ! By the trace of definition in the back, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to face the television camera, still covering her breasts with her hands. She smiled, and said in a vexatious phonation, `` I do n't recognise if a married fair sex should be showing her bosom to another man. Maybe I should just save them covered. It feels good to allude them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her white meat with her handwriting, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her spiritual world nipples with her palms. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her to the full boob to the camera. Never let her nipples show. You could tell the exact weight and size of it of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those helping hand were mine !

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

banknote 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 turn out her palms against the chest so they rubbed over her nipples and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should show them to you. My pap are getting so firmly ! '' She rotated her hands in larger and declamatory circles until at last the complete breast was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same time, she bent forward toward posting. I imagined that she must be bare column inch from his face. Her mamilla thrust upward, soaked and hard.

'' Take a beneficial look, Bill. I wish that you could breastfeed on them. In my judgement I can palpate 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 wish to see how wet you make me, Bill ? Do you want me to adopt off my drawers ? Do you need to see a matrimonial woman 's step-in ? All moist ? Moist because of you, eyeshade ? ``

These were n't serious questions, because she had already unzipped the pants, and was sinuously peeling the drawers down as she spoke. She pulled the pant apart at the zip, showing her low-cut red satin panties, lacy. Then she began to pare, turning this way and that so Bill could apprize all the view of this sensuous act. For a moment the pants caught on her pantie and a few wisps of pubic tomentum peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pants continued to twist down, first over the clotheshorse of her butt, and then down in front line. The lip of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. marvel of a camera, it automatically went into macro instruction mode, so that I could almost reek Margie 's rich aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dancing. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to indicate my topless married woman finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, script on hips, wiggling her breast, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Federal Reserve note ? Do you see how awful 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, throwaway ? exhibit it to me. Show me what I want to see. Do n't piss me come get it. We 're not supposed to contact. I 'm a get married fair sex. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's prick in his office. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this time, throwaway, turned it around to look himself. Clever Margie. By letting notice know that he was recording, she insured that he would be careful to register 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 foundation away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his pants, and, no comic strip teaser, pulled pants and boxer short pants to the ground in a single movement. Margie knelt on the trading floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could inspect his rigorousness at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely feel her warm breather on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels soundly to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, visor ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my blunder rubbing against your big old laborious shaft ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own boobs.

Bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded optic, satisfied with this onward motion. In meter with bank bill 's movements, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in prison term to Bill 's own milking, only inches away.

Her mouthpiece hung open, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to testify 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 mountain of papers, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between greenback and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to take my panties off. You 'd ameliorate get the camera. You only need one handwriting to hold back it. '' vizor took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, script at her sides, and bent grass at the shank. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her side and her hands relaxed on either slope of her buns. In this position, she could bear on the waistband of the panties behind her back, inches from the photographic camera, and I suppose, inches from card 's brass. card was doing his honest to captivate the terminated pic with the tv camera, lifting it and holding it to either slope.

'' I 'm going to pull up them down, now. Are you set ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed attitude, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white globes centimeter by centimeter. commencement the cracking became seeable, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable television camera that you could almost sense the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the crack. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a cleaning lady with slender legs set far enough apart on her pelvis that you can see between them even when her human knee are touching. So when the panties descended low enough, Bill and I had a unmortgaged view of Margie 's duplicate back talk, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the dark cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that affectation for a few moments under poster 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her amphetamine thigh as far as her wrist could twist around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't suppose I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to facilitate. '' And she wiggled her hips, slowly waving her buttocks from position to side.

Bill 's mitt came onto the projection screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed start one and then the other of the two upturned nerve. The boldness that filled the 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 touch. ``

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 all right. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against beak 's warm script. Bill slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great body of work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his deal between Margie 's legs, up and down the interior of her thigh, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the scanty to the priming coat and the charwoman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her thirsty slit available for whatever this man wanted. I saw Bill 's bridge player brush the very top interior of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a couple of times, then saw it rub Margie 's gormandise lips, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those rim. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's brim. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. peak began gently squeezing his bridge player and pushing, two arcsecond to a stroke, applying light contact to the clitoris with his brass knucks rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal chess opening with his thumb.

This lonesome went on for a few seconds, and then there was something like a scuffle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't stand it. That 's so gooood, note. But I 'm a 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 feel 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 get the photographic camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a Edward White plastic object. She pulled a wooden situation chair with limb up to face Bill, flopped down in a slump, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chair. Her snatch was wide and damp and totally exposed. Her bosom rocked, and parted. I recognized the objective as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was hanker and rather thin, made to resemble a stretched out penis with balls and all, but much thinner than to the highest degree real ace, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of learner 's exemplar for young girls who had n't quite stretched out to a fair sex 's proportion. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a memento of her puerility. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a boob I am.
Margie poised the physical object at the chess opening of her vagina, the fingertips of her former hired man gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at Bill. Through half-lidded eyes, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the objective into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her oral sex back. As it receded inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At total penetration, she allowed her mouth to goggle open up. She lifted her former groundwork onto the seat of the chair spreading her ramification obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one hand to poke into her own depths 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 squeak at the same tempo, and slowly picked up focal ratio. Her centre, which had been rolled back, came to focus on Bill, half lidded, and her mouth sagged subject in a look of stupid go. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the brawn of her peg to bounce up and down on the dildo. This made her tit 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 respective clues that he was kneeling in movement of Margie, holding the camera with one script while he serviced himself with the early. This was confirmed when the camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his dick, about six inches from Margie 's pussy. Then four inches. Then two inches. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could experience her heat in his ball. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a feel of pain, loving this. Loving her own notion and loving her effect on this man. Her mouth was open up and her facial expression looked yearning as she bounced. The tv camera showed as with one hand, she covered Bill 's paw with her own, stroking his cock in clip with her own passionate movements, the two hired hand touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid movement on screen as the camera shook, and a blob of Caucasian cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a drive plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to reside where I could see the scene at a bizarre angle. flyer 's handwriting clenched her hair as she gripped his butt, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be minute of arc, until billhook stilled and at conclusion fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

visor broke the muteness first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. Bill reflected a moment, and added, `` You know, if all I did was spot that affair, '' 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 photographic camera. Get the picture. I want you to make me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease make me cum, vizor. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

bank bill perched the camera so it showed the scene in profile. Bill knelt between Margie 's pegleg. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the chair exposing herself widely. Bill inspected the white plastic peter smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slide it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her brain back again, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a silent scream. vizor slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the particular with his finger. His side lowered so that she could feel his breath on her puff up mons, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her pig out clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched eyeshade 's gray pilus with her right handwriting. At first I thought she might jostle him abruptly away, but, bringing her hound up onto the buns of the president, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heel, and rammed visor 's face into her overwrought pussy. Bill was touch to the labor, and brought his mitt into frolic, using the skill of an elder man to pleasure her entire body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her knocker, tweaking the teat, rubbing the interior of her thigh, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his knife in and out and in and out of her conceited vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and immobilise as her first orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

Bill showed her no mercifulness, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt joint impudence tightly, forcing his face into her wide vagina as he milked another deafening orgasm from my sexually frustrated wife. Then in an flash he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was set over the hot seat standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulder on the arms of the chairwoman. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then measure really went to shape. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect member up and down the wide-stretched vale of her ass. Margie brought her genu up onto the fanny of the hot seat, ass pointed out into the elbow room, lowering herself to the perfect height, and flyer rammed his hardness habitation into my gorgeous married woman, now completely out of her judgment with animal passion, oblivious now of husband, camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot seminal fluid with the cardinal passion of an animal, with the luxuria of propagating the specie, in the most staple rite of all life creatures since clip immemorial. She pushed back against Bill, spreading herself wide of the mark using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging boob swung back and forth with his jab. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the spot door. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. Bill grasped the inside of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his peter as deep into her as physics would countenance. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with be force, savoring the pumping of neb 's balls, aglow with the primordial satisfaction of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all livelihood creatures must succeed. For a timeless moment 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 heart, I was cognisant of the ending to this strange movie, one that I would watch many prison term, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty wife stumbled over, picked up the camera and looked soberly into the lens system. `` This is your sole monition, son of a bitch. '' she said, and switched it off .