I love sex. I love looking at sexy womanhood. I married a aphrodisiac cleaning woman. I look at pictures of aphrodisiacal women. Somewhere along the bloodline, I do n't have a go at it when, all those sexy charwoman on the internet made me forget about the rattling thing I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; shift piece of work takes its cost. It can stool you a slight bit crazy. This is a story about how my young wife taught me a example, and about how I came to realize the value of the very thing. I 'm a sucker, but I can be taught.

I did n't really think 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 depict the tuner infrared feature to one of the bosses, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could look on. It would show up on our web page at about noon, during her dejeuner time of day. You see, this is a really decent digital television camera that allows you to download sensitive resolution movies in real sentence through an infrared light device that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a data compression strategy to produce a really high-quality ikon in real clock time over a high pep pill connexion. Just put the camera on `` video '', pick a menu item, and voila ! Living vividness on your computer screen. You can even stream the compressed output 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 utility plant, so I 'm used to being alone at home that prison term of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that clock time, looking at and downloading X-rated picture. I kept telling myself that it was just part of my pattern hormones, contribution of the formula virile quest for some `` strange '', but it was so loose to find these sites that I developed a wooden, forgetful habit of beating off every day while looking at the computer cover. I do n't call back I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the Lapplander time, my healthy sex drive started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy little married woman. I assumed she did n't cognise about my buck private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more frustrated and a trivial cockeyed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an void windowpane on my computer when it crackled to life history. `` ... and then it shows up on your CRT screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The tv camera must take in been above the position of the screen, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the lens of the photographic camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmastide party -- melt off, gymnastic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just high enough to deserve an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support stave to execute his filing and other mundane labor. The backup staff included Margie.

'' That 's grand ! '' he said. `` I 'll take 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 social movement 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 import, 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 breath. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit stir. And when I 'm in the right mood, I start to get a little worked up. Feeling your eye on me ... it makes me want to express you more. '' There was a minute of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a yearn moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her vocalization, she added, `` Would you like to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the computing device 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 path. And call me eyeshade. ``

'' Let me show you one other thing first, note. Take the mouse and go to the 'File'fare. Now, find fault 'Capture'. Make up a file gens. As long as the footling red dot on the card bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg file. Now take the camera. ``

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

'' Take the tv camera away from your case and look at the calculator screen. You can designate the camera by watching there. Is n't that more than natural ? '' The tv camera jerked amateurishly while Bill found his grip, and then became steady. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other side of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed tweed top and tight black pants that fit her like a miracle below the waist. The ribbing of the top hugged her hide and outlined the form 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 kind phonation, almost as if talking to a child, she said, `` I can tell when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever tell apart you, you have a very decent smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head and bunched her long tresses on top of her pass in a affectedness, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my wife 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 older men. ``

Margie 's sit brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to right to pull up stakes, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same sentence, I observed that Bill had found the rapid climb button, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must cause felt dependable, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen door from her positioning. 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 hold to make sure these single file are in parliamentary law, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to present the opposite word commission, opened the bum draftsman of the filing cabinet, and bent over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her close mordant pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as region of Margie 's normal duties. That invoice 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 treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the office sitting in several office-duty affectedness, smoothing herself with her thenar and making various bent-over mannerism, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the tv camera, playing a part 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 unscathed scene had started to play out, I was shocked and raging. What was my cleaning lady doing, letting another man think lustful mentation about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she think of she enjoyed it ? That old dude ? Did that mean that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in forepart of the computer, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to apprize Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the rest of the Earth to appreciate. Now, looking through another man 's `` eyes '', 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 fount was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my niggling married woman in a way that X-rated exposure of anonymous women could never do. I became so caught up in the instant that I even stopped thinking about this 50-year-old fashion plate. I hoped that she would maybe go just a bit further.

Margie straightened, and looked back at the camera. `` I 'm going to exclude the room access. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her cigarette up onto the recession. She toyed with the butt edge of her top. `` It 's affectionate in here. Would you listen if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an reply, but she did n't really involve to ask. banknote must have nodded.

Margie brought her script to her waistline and hooked the fingers of both hands under the border of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the material up across the hardened woodworking plane of her tum, stretched it to fetch it over the swell of her breasts, and released it there so that she could puzzle out on pulling off the sleeve. 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 tit to unspoilt effect. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an inviting valley of smooth skin between that plunged into darkness. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now silent elbow room. After a moment 's pause, collecting bravery, 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 hook up with. '' And she winked at the television camera. I gulped. Despite the indecorum that she was taking with this man, a stranger to me, there was still an liaison between us. He did n't live that I was watching it all. That was a special little secret for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a prospicient here and now while greenback only watched. Then she lightly hefted her breasts, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you like to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the reply from Bill was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face the early way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of paper for a moment. Then it came up again, to usher Margie, with the liberal expanse of her cover filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, munition crossed, to cover her chest. My goodness, even her binding was gorgeous ! By the tracing of definition in the back, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to face up the camera, still covering her breasts with her hands. She smiled, and said in a teasing voice, `` I do n't lie with if a get married woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just keep open them covered. It feels in force to touch them though. I 'm going to stir them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her white meat with her work force, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the tv camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her unseen mammilla with her palms. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her wide breast to the tv camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could enjoin the take weight and size of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those custody were mine !

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

Bill 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 medal against the boob so they rubbed over her pap and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should exhibit them to you. My pap are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her manus in larger and larger lot until at last the complete breast was visible. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same time, she bent forward toward neb. I imagined that she must be mere in from his nerve. Her nipples thrust upward, stiff and hard.

'' Take a good look, card. I wish that you could blow on them. In my mind I can experience you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your mitt over them and spiel with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, account ? Do you require me to hire off my pants ? Do you want to see a married woman 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, account ? ``

These were n't life-threatening head, 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 appreciate all the views of this sensuous act. For a here and now the pants caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pants continued to writhe down, first over the gallant of her ass, and then down in front. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The tv camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. Wonder of a camera, it automatically went into macro instruction mode, so that I could almost smell Margie 's racy aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dancing. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to show my topless married woman finally kicking off her bloomers, squaring her legs, hands on hips, wiggling her boob, and smiling at the photographic camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, flyer ? Do you see how atrocious 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, placard ? indicate it to me. depict me what I want to see. Do n't pee me come in get it. We 're not supposed to advert. I 'm a married woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's shaft in his office. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the 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 careful 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 nude wife only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his pants, and, no strip puzzle, pulled pants and boxer boxers to the ground in a one movement. Margie knelt on the trading floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could inspect his severity at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely palpate her warm breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels good to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, bank note ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my boobs rubbing against your big old grueling putz ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own dummy.

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

Her mouth hung open, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to prove you, Bill. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, think back ? I want to tend 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 take my panties off. You 'd break get the camera. You only need one handwriting to admit it. '' bank note took the photographic camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my married woman. 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 invoice and the camera, with her munition lying uselessly along her side and her hands relaxed on either side of her butt. In this position, she could touch the waistcloth of the pantie behind her back, in from the camera, and I suppose, inches from Bill 's face. beak was doing his full to capture the complete characterization with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to draw out them down, now. Are you ready ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exhibit stance, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white Earth centimeter by cm. First the crack became visible, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable photographic camera that you could almost feel the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the fissure. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a charwoman with slender legs set far enough apart on her coxa that you can see between them even when her articulatio genus are touching. So when the pantie descended low enough, Bill and I had a sort out view of Margie 's twin lips, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the dark 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 scanty clutching her upper thigh as far as her articulatio radiocarpea could bend around the edge 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 side to side.

government note 's deal came onto the screenland. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first base one and then the other of the two upset cheeks. The nerve that filled the filmdom. Then it rubbed up and down the whirl. Margie 's fleshly interpreter 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 motherfucker.

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

'' OK. Then it 's alright. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her pelvis down and up, involuntarily pushing against Bill 's ardent manus. flyer slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a dandy work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his deal between Margie 's wooden leg, up and down the inside of her thighs, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the pantie to the ground and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her thirsty pussy useable for whatever this man wanted. I saw bank note 's hired hand brush the very top interior of Margie 's thigh, back and forth a span of times, then saw it rub Margie 's overgorge rim, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those lips. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's lip. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. poster began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two mo to a stroke, applying lightness physical contact to the clitoris 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 hassle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't support it. That 's so gooood, Bill. But I 'm a tie womanhood. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd improve just looking at each other. Let me depict 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 plastic target. She pulled a wooden agency president with sleeve up to face banker's bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the death chair. Her slit was wide and dampish and totally exposed. Her bosom rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a unusual thing. It was retentive and rather fragile, made to resemble a stretched out penis with chunk and all, but much thinner than almost real ones, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of scholar 's model for young little girl who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's proportion. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a souvenir of her childhood. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a dope I am.
Margie poised the target at the opening of her vagina, the fingertips of her other handwriting gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at Bill. Through half-lidded eye, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the object 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 oral fissure to goggle loose. She lifted her other pes onto the seat of the chairperson spreading her legs obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one deal to probe her own depths with the dildo while the other widened her cunt and rubbed lightly over the region of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to squeak at the same pace, and slowly picked up amphetamine. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to concenter on bank bill, half lidded, and her mouth sagged open in a look of stupid ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo trench within, and began using the muscle of her legs to jounce up and down on the dildo. This made her breasts bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipples and puckered aureolae, as she kept prison term gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could separate that Bill was very close. It appeared from various cue that he was kneeling in front of Margie, holding the camera with one script while he serviced himself with the other. This was confirmed when the photographic 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 feel her heat in his balls. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of pain, loving this. Loving her own feelings 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 hand, she covered Bill 's hand with her own, stroking his shaft in time with her own passionate movements, the two hands touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid movement on blind as the camera shook, and a blob of white cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her boob. She jumped forward and in a campaign plunged her sass over note 's spasming organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to reside where I could see the shot at a outlandish Angle. measure 's hand clenched her hairsbreadth as she gripped his butt, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be minutes, until placard stilled and at last fell back into his hot seat facing her. They sat and panted.

Bill broke the silence first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. banker's 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 camera down on the desk again, facing the rampart. Damn !

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The photographic camera. Get the scene. I want you to make me cum. I want a characterization of me cumming. Pleeease name me cum, Bill. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

Bill perched the photographic camera so it showed the scene in profile. peak knelt between Margie 's branch. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the electric chair exposing herself widely. circular inspected the white-hot plastic tool grin, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slue it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her fountainhead back again, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a still wow. throwaway slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the detail with his finger. His face lowered so that she could feel his breath on her swollen Mon, and then he lowered his spit to brush lightly over her engorge clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched poster 's gray pilus with her right hand. At first I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her bounder up onto the bottom of the professorship, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her hound, and rammed Bill 's face into her distraught pussy. Bill was be to the task, and brought his script into play, using the attainment of an former man to pleasure her full body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the mammilla, rubbing the insides of her thighs, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his tongue in and out and in and out of her puff up vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and froze 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 ass buttock tightly, forcing his grimace into her wide vagina as he milked another deafening orgasm from my sexually frustrated wife. Then in an instant he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was bent-grass over the chair standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the berm on the arms of the chair. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then Bill really went to process. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from buttocks. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect penis up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her human knee up onto the hind end of the chair, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the sodding height, and Bill rammed his ruggedness home into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with creature rage, oblivious now of husband, camera, job, or anything man. She hungered for hot semen with the primal rage of an animal, with the lecherousness of propagating the species, in the most basic rite of all living animal since meter immemorial. She pushed back against notice, spreading herself wide using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging breasts swung back and forth with his thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the office 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 cryptic into her as physics would tolerate. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with adequate force, savoring the pumping of broadside 's globe, aglow with the primordial atonement of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living beast must succeed. For a timeless minute they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the last of respective times I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded center, I was aware of the ending to this strange movie, one that I would find out many time, 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 admonition, bunghole. '' she said, and switched it off .