I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a aphrodisiac fair sex. I look at moving-picture show of sexy charwoman. Somewhere along the job, I do n't know when, all those sexy women on the internet made me forget about the real number thing I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; fracture work takes its price. It can give you a little bit crazy. This is a story about how my young wife taught me a object lesson, and about how I came to substantiate the economic value of the real thing. I 'm a soft touch, but I can be taught.

I did n't really recollect 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 show the receiving set infrared feature of speech to one of the party boss, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could observe. It would show up on our web pageboy at about high noon, during her lunch hr. You see, this is a really skillful digital photographic camera that allows you to download medium resoluteness movies in very clock time through an infrared device that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a data point compression scheme to develop a really high-quality picture in existent fourth dimension over a in high spirits speed connecter. Just put the camera on `` telecasting '', pluck a bill of fare point, and voila ! Living color on your estimator screen. You can even stream the compressed output signal onto the net to any issue of hoi polloi, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local utility plant, so I 'm secondhand to being alone at home that time 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 theatrical role of my formula internal secretion, function of the normal virile quest for some `` foreign '', but it was so easy to find these sites that I developed a wooden, mindless wont of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't cogitate I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the Saame meter, my healthy sex drive started to dry up and I started to drop my beautiful, sexy small wife. I assumed she did n't acknowledge about my private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting to a greater extent and more frustrated and a little pissed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an empty window on my electronic computer when it crackled to animation. `` ... and then it shows up on your screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have been above the place of the screen door, because I could see her font 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 Christmas party -- thin, gymnastic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level honcho, I guess, just highschool enough to merit an post of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support staff to do his filing and other mundane chore. The support faculty included Margie.

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

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

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

'' It 's OK. '' She paused a instant, 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 cryptical breather. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit sex. And when I 'm in the right modality, I start to get a little worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me require to show you more. '' There was a moment of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a long bit of muteness as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her vocalism, she added, `` Would you wish to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the estimator 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 course of instruction. And call me Bill. ``

'' Let me prove you one early thing first, placard. Take the shiner and go to the 'File'menu. Now, pick 'Capture'. Make up a file name. As long as the small red dot on the carte du jour 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 photographic camera found Margie. The camera autofocused on her.

'' Take the television camera away from your face and look at the estimator screen. You can bespeak the photographic camera by watching there. Is n't that more innate ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while measure found his bobby pin, and then became sweetie. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other side of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed white top and stiff mordant pants that fit her like a miracle below the waistline. The ribbing of the top hugged her cutis and outlined the contour of her grapefruit-sized white meat, which stood out from her exceptionally reduce waist. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a sort voice, almost as if talking to a child, she said, `` I can severalize when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever differentiate you, you have a very nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her header and bunched her longsighted tresses on top of her head word in a pose, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful womanhood my married woman was. She was as beautiful as any charwoman on a magazine covering fire. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to quondam men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her large bosom forward and up. She twisted, left to right to left, so that they could be appreciated in three attribute. At the Lapplander clock time, I observed that poster had found the rapid climb clit, and had zoomed in on the boob. He must consume felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the reckoner screen from her location. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the locating and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll assure to name sure these files are in order, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposite direction, opened the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, and bent over at the waist. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her loaded grim knickers. I realized that this tantrum had played out before, as share of Margie 's normal tariff. 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 poster the opportunity to savour this kickshaw anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a arcminute or two, with Margie going around the office posing in diverse office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her palms and making respective bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the camera, playing a component part in a motion-picture show. Still without looking at the television camera, she said, `` I know you look at me when I do this. I like it when you do. ``

As this hale scene had started to play out, I was shocked and raging. What was my cleaning lady doing, letting another man think libidinous thoughts about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she have in mind she enjoyed it ? That old dude ? Did that mean value that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in straw man of the information processing system, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to appreciate Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the rest of the world 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 gist was pounding and my face was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my little wife in a way that X-rated film of anonymous women could never do. I became so caught up in the jiffy that I even stopped thinking about this 50-year-old fellow. 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 threshold. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her goat up onto the box. She toyed with the bottom edge of her top. `` It 's warm in here. Would you take care if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really necessitate to ask. Bill must sustain nodded.

Margie brought her deal to her shank and hooked the finger of both manpower under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the fabric up across the toughened plane of her stomach, stretched it to land it over the swell of her bosom, and released it there so that she could process on pulling off the arm. flier 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 smooth pelt between that plunged into swarthiness. Her breasts rose and fell with her respiration in the now dumb room. 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 read you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm married. '' And she winked at the camera. I gulped. Despite the impropriety that she was taking with this man, a stranger to me, there was still an intimacy between us. He did n't know that I was watching it all. That was a special little privy for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a farseeing mo while peak 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 solvent from placard was inaudible.

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

Then Margie gracefully turned to face the camera, still covering her breast with her bridge player. She smiled, and said in a rag spokesperson, `` I do n't acknowledge if a get married cleaning lady should be showing her tit to another man. Maybe I should just continue them covered. It feels skilful to touch them though. I 'm going to contact 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 camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her unseen nipples with her medallion. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her full breast to the camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could tell the exact free 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 men were mine !

Removing her bra must accept been the big footfall for her, because she began to regain her composure. She smiled at card and coaxed, `` Say something. severalize 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 palm against the knocker so they rubbed over her nipples and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should show them to you. My teat are getting so laborious ! '' She rotated her hired man in larger and prominent circles until at utmost the complete breast was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same time, she bent forward toward circular. I imagined that she must be simple inch from his face. Her pap thrust upward, corpse and hard.

'' Take a good look, broadsheet. I wish that you could wet-nurse on them. In my judgment I can sense you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your helping hand over them and spiel with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, measure ? Do you want me to take off my pant ? Do you need to see a married woman 's pantie ? All moist ? Moist because of you, beak ? ``

These were n't sober interrogative, because she had already unzipped the pants, and was sinuously peeling the drawers down as she spoke. She pulled the pants apart at the zip, showing her low-cut red satin scanty, lacy. Then she began to peel, turning this way and that so broadside could appreciate all the views of this sensuous act. For a moment the trouser caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic whisker peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pants continued to squirm down, first over the swell of her ass, and then down in strawman. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. Wonder of a camera, it automatically went into macro style, so that I could almost smell Margie 's rich people aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dancing. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to demonstrate my topless wife finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, hands on rose hip, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Bill ? Do you see how fearful and wet and horny I get when you look at me the way you do ? Do you know what I 'm thinking about when I get like this, Bill ? point it to me. depict me what I want to see. Do n't draw me come get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a conjoin woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his bureau. You have to do it for me, Federal Reserve note. ``

Once again, the television camera was placed on the desk. But this fourth dimension, Bill, turned it around to look himself. Clever Margie. By letting bank note roll in the hay that he was recording, she insured that he would be careful to enter everything. He pushed his death chair back from the desk, so that I could see him in visibility sitting in his chairperson. I could see my almost au naturel wife only two metrical foot away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his pants, and, no strip show teaser, pulled knickers and pugilist underdrawers to the basis in a bingle drift. Margie knelt on the flooring before him and sat back on her haunches where she could visit his insensibility 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 tinct it. I 'll bet it feels good to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, poster ? Could you rub it up and down and hazard it 's me doing it ? guess it 's my goof rubbing against your big old hard cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own booby.

Bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded heart, satisfied with this forward motion. In time with Bill 's movements, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her tit. She milked them in sentence to Bill 's own milking, only inches away.

Her backtalk hung open, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to testify you, measure. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, remember ? I want to lean over your desk again. '' She swept away a pile of newspaper, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between Bill and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to involve my pantie off. You 'd meliorate get the camera. You only need one hand to hold it. '' bill took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my married woman. Meanwhile she stood straight, script at her position, and bent grass at the waist. This left her prevarication with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her face and her hands relaxed on either slope of her buns. In this military position, she could touch the cincture of the pantie behind her back, in from the photographic camera, and I suppose, inches from Bill 's face. government note was doing his best to conquer the complete picture with the photographic camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you ready ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the sash and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed spot, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless albumen globes centimeter by centimeter. First the tornado became visible, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable camera that you could almost feel the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the go. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and houseclean. Margie is a cleaning woman with slender peg set far decent apart on her coxa that you can see between them even when her articulatio genus are touching. So when the step-in descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear eyeshot of Margie 's twin lips, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the shadow cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that mannerism for a few bit under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her upper berth second joint as far as her wrist could bend around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't consider I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to avail. '' And she wiggled her pelvic arch, slowly waving her buttocks from side to side.

Bill 's hand came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed beginning one and then the other of the two overturned cheek. The buttock that filled the CRT screen. Then it rubbed up and down the crack. Margie 's animal vocalization 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 love child.

'' 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 hired hand. poster slowly pulled the scanty down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his script between Margie 's legs, up and down the interior of her second joint, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the step-in to the terra firma and the adult female quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her thirsty pussy available for whatever this man wanted. I saw banker's bill 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a couple of multiplication, then saw it rub Margie 's gormandize lips, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his riff disappear between those lips. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's back talk. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. Bill began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two endorsement to a diagonal, applying spark contact to the clitoris with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal first step with his thumb.

This solely went on for a few mo, 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, Bill. But I 'm a married char. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to reach me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd better just aspect at each other. Let me read you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to add the photographic camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a livid credit card object. She pulled a wooden part president with arms up to face Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chairwoman. Her pussy was blanket and dampish and totally break. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the aim as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was long and rather thin, made to resemble a stretched out penis with chunk and all, but much thinner than most real I, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some form of prentice 's poser for young girls who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's dimensions. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a souvenir of her childhood. I did n't woolgather 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 other script gently brushing and rubbing her clit. She breathed heavily as she looked at Bill. Through half-lidded optic, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slip the target into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her head back. As it receded inch by column inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full moon penetration, she allowed her sassing to gape open. She lifted her former understructure onto the seat of the death chair spreading her leg obscenely as if for a pelvic examination. She used one hand to probe her own depths with the dildo while the early widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the neighborhood of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to screak at the same tempo, and slowly picked up pep pill. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to concentrate on Bill, one-half lidded, and her mouth sagged undefended in a spirit of stupe disco biscuit. Soon she was thrusting the dildo trench within, and began using the muscles of her ramification to bounce up and down on the dildo. This made her boob bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipples and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could severalise that bank note was very close. It appeared from assorted clues that he was kneeling in presence of Margie, holding the camera with one mitt while he serviced himself with the former. This was confirmed when the tv camera shifted down and I could see his hired hand stroking his peter, about six column inch from Margie 's kitty. Then four inch. Then two column inch. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could feel her heating in his balls. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of pain, loving this. Loving her own notion and loving her effect on this man. Her backtalk was clear and her boldness looked hungriness as she bounced. The television camera showed as with one hand, she covered government note 's hand with her own, stroking his cock in clip with her own passionate apparent movement, the two hands touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid movement on screen as the camera shook, and a blob of white cum smacked into Margie 's impertinence. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a movement plunged her sassing over Bill 's spasming electric organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to lie where I could see the panorama at a bizarre angle. Bill 's hand clenched her pilus as she gripped his target, inhaling his Hammond organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be second, until Bill stilled and at last fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

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

Margie was flushed, and could only nod enthusiastically. account set the camera down on the desk again, facing the bulwark. damn !

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

flier perched the tv camera so it showed the scene in visibility. banker's bill knelt between Margie 's leg. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the chair exposing herself widely. Bill inspected the white credit card tool smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's oculus, began to slowly slide it into her hatchway. As he did this, she threw her head back again, closing her eyes and opening her rima oris in a mute scream. Bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His cheek lowered so that she could feel his breathing place on her conceited mons, and then he lowered his tongue to sweep lightly over her overeat clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's Gy hair with her right hand. At first off I thought she might stuff him abruptly away, but, bringing her cad up onto the nates of the death chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulder and her heels, and rammed note 's face into her distraught pussy. handbill was equalize to the task, and brought his hands into play, using the skill of an elder man to pleasure her intact body, rubbing up and down her incline, over her breasts, tweaking the nipple, 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 swollen vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and froze as her first gear orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

visor showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his natural language over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her buttocks cheeks tightly, forcing his facial expression into her all-inclusive vagina as he milked another thunderous orgasm from my sexually spoil 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 shoulders on the arms of the chair. In her United States Department of State, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then bank bill really went to mould. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to government minister to her with his sassing from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect appendage up and down the wide-stretched vale of her ass. Margie brought her knees up onto the hindquarters of the chair, ass pointed out into the way, lowering herself to the perfect peak, and Bill rammed his hardness house into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with brute rage, unmindful now of husband, photographic camera, job, or anything human being. She hungered for hot semen with the primal heat of an animate being, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most basic rite of all livelihood creatures since time immemorial. She pushed back against note, spreading herself wide using her paw. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging titty swung back and forth with his thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the government agency door. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. Bill grasped the inside of Margie 's rosehip and pulled her back into him as he pushed his dick as deep into her as physical science would leave. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equal violence, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the primaeval satisfaction of perpetuating the specie, of completing the one act at which all living creature must succeed. For a timeless moment they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the last of respective meter I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eyes, I was aware of the ending to this unusual movie, one that I would watch many times, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty married woman stumbled over, picked up the camera and looked soberly into the lens of the eye. `` This is your only warning, mother fucker. '' she said, and switched it off .