I love sex. I love looking at aphrodisiacal women. I married a aphrodisiac woman. I look at pictures of sexy women. Somewhere along the line, I do n't have it off when, all those aphrodisiacal womanhood on the internet made me forget about the real thing I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; shift work takes its toll. It can make you a lilliputian bit demented. This is a story about how my Lester Willis Young wife taught me a lesson, and about how I came to realize the value of the very thing. I 'm a fool, 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 work. She told me that she wanted to evidence the wireless infrared feature to one of the honcho, 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 tiffin hour. You see, this is a really nice digital camera that allows you to download medium settlement movies in real number time through an infrared twist that plugs into a USB larboard. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a data compressing scheme to create a really high-quality image in real clock time over a high hurrying connection. Just put the camera on `` video '', piece a carte du jour particular, and voila ! Living color on your reckoner screen. You can even swarm the compressed output onto the net to any act of citizenry, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local utility plant, so I 'm utilise to being alone at home that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that sentence, looking at and downloading X-rated characterisation. I kept telling myself that it was just role of my normal hormones, part of the normal male seeking for some `` unknown '', but it was so well-heeled to find these sites that I developed a wooden, forgetful substance abuse of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't call back I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the Lapp meter, my intelligent sex private road started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, aphrodisiacal little married woman. I assumed she did n't know about my private body process, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more thwart and a little blotto off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an abandon window on my estimator when it crackled to life. `` ... and then it shows up on your screenland. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The television camera must stimulate been above the position of the screen, 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 grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Yule party -- thinly, gymnastic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just high enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to ploughshare the use of the support staff to perform his filing and other mundane chore. The supporting staff included Margie.

'' That 's terrific ! '' 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 strawman 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 here and now, 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 excited. And when I 'm in the right mood, I start to get a short worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me want to testify you more. '' There was a mo of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a long present moment of quiet as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her voice, 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 tv camera 's opinion, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course. And call me Bill. ``

'' Let me show you one other thing first, card. Take the mouse and go to the 'File'carte. Now, woof 'Capture'. Make up a data file epithet. As long as the slight red dot on the menu bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg Indian file. Now take the photographic camera. ``

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

'' Take the tv camera away from your face and smell at the computer cover. You can signal the camera by watching there. Is n't that to a greater extent cancel ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while broadsheet found his hold, and then became firm. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other side of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed flannel top and tight black drawers that fit her like a miracle below the waist. The teasing of the top hugged her cutis and outlined the contours of her grapefruit-sized boob, which stood out from her exceptionally thin shank. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a form vocalization, 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 narrate you, you have a very skillful smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head teacher and bunched her long plait on top of her point in a pose, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful fair sex my married woman was. She was as beautiful as any woman on a magazine covering fire. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to onetime men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her big breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to compensate to left, so that they could be appreciated in three attribute. At the Lapplander metre, I observed that Bill had found the zoom clitoris, and had zoomed in on the chest. He must own felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the computing device screen from her location. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of it of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll turn back to make certainly these single file are in guild, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to front the inverse direction, opened the rear drawer of the filing cabinet, and hang over at the shank. This gave a delightful perspective of Margie 's ass in her tight blackness bloomers. I realized that this aspect had played out before, as component of Margie 's formula 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 posting the chance to bask this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

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

But then, sitting there in front of the information processing system, I realized that I was looking at something I had thrown away. By failing to take account Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the quietus of the world to prize. Now, looking through another man 's `` heart '', I could see all the things that had originally turned me on about her. And actually quite a bit more. I actually started to get pretty turned on myself. My heart was pounding and my face was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my little married woman in a way that X-rated 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 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 door. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her can up onto the corner. She toyed with the derriere edge of her top. `` It 's ardent in here. Would you listen if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really want to ask. measure must have nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waist and hooked the fingerbreadth of both hands under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the fabric up across the hardened sheet of her stomach, stretched it to bring it over the swell of her breasts, and released it there so that she could work 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 breasts to honorable effect. They gently swelled above the top of the material, and formed an invite valley of placid skin between that plunged into darkness. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now still way. After a instant 's intermission, 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 touch. OK ? You like to await, and I like to exhibit you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm wed. '' And she winked at the camera. I gulped. Despite the liberties 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 extra little confidential for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while circular 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 response from Bill was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face up the other way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of newspaper publisher for a import. Then it came up again, to show Margie, with the full sweep of her backbone filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to cover her breasts. My goodness, even her back was gorgeous ! By the tincture of definition in the back, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to face the camera, still covering her breasts with her hands. She smiled, and said in a teasing part, `` I do n't know if a married woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just keep them covered. It feels good to touch them though. I 'm going to affect them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her chest with her manus, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her spiritual domain nipples with her palms. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her to the full breast to the tv camera. Never let her nipples show. You could evidence the exact weight and size of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those hand were mine !

Removing her bra must receive been the big stone's throw for her, because she began to recover her equanimity. 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 spread out her decoration against the chest so they rubbed over her mammilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should bear witness them to you. My nipples are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her script in great and larger circle until at last the fill in white meat was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Same time, she bent forward toward vizor. I imagined that she must be mere column inch from his face. Her nipples thrust upward, stiff and hard.

'' Take a good face, circular. I wish that you could suck on them. In my mind I can palpate you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your bridge player over them and play with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you care to see how wet you make me, bank bill ? Do you want me to take off my pants ? Do you desire to see a tie woman 's step-in ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't sober questions, because she had already unzipped the bloomers, 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 off, turning this way and that so visor could appreciate all the scene of this sensuous act. For a moment the gasp caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The trouser continued to worm down, first over the swell of her butt, and then down in front. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very dampish. The photographic camera zoomed in on the vagina lip. marvel of a camera, it automatically went into macro fashion, so that I could almost reek Margie 's plentiful aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if terpsichore. She undulated. The camera zoomed back to show my topless wife finally kicking off her trouser, squaring her legs, hired man on hips, wiggling her white meat, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, notice ? Do you see how direful 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 ? shew it to me. record me what I want to see. Do n't take a crap me come get it. We 're not supposed to bear upon. I 'm a married charwoman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his place. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this fourth dimension, bank note, 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 hot seat back from the desk, so that I could see him in profile sitting in his chairperson. I could see my almost naked married woman only two metrical foot away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his trouser, and, no airstrip teaser, pulled pants and Boxer drawers to the ground in a single movement. Margie knelt on the floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could inspect his inclemency at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely feel her tender 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, vizor ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? hazard it 's my boobs rubbing against your big old toilsome cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own booby.

banker's bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded middle, satisfied with this progress. In time with Federal Reserve note 's movements, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in time to beak 's own milking, only inches away.

Her mouth hung unfastened, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to record 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 pile of papers, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between Bill and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to guide my panties off. You 'd ameliorate get the camera. You only need one manus to hold it. '' bank bill took the television camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, hands at her side of meat, and knack 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 position and her bridge player relaxed on either side of her buns. In this position, she could equal the girdle of the panties behind her back, inches from the camera, and I suppose, inch from Bill 's brass. greenback was doing his best to beguile the all over motion-picture show with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you ready ? '' And Margie hooked her quarter round under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and display office, sliding the smoothen silk over her flawless Stanford White world centimetre by cm. First the crack became visible, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable camera that you could almost feel the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the fling. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a woman with slender pegleg set far decent apart on her hip 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 clear sight of Margie 's Gemini lips, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the darkness cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that pose for a few second under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her step-in clutching her upper thigh as far as her wrist could deform around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't think I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll experience to help. '' And she wiggled her hips, slowly waving her buttocks from side to side.

posting 's hand came onto the projection screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed beginning one and then the other of the two upturned cheek. The cheeks that filled the 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 bastard.

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

'' OK. Then it 's OK. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against banker's bill 's warm hand. Bill 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 legs, up and down the inside of her thigh, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the panties to the soil and the charwoman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry slit usable for whatever this man wanted. I saw placard 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a couple of times, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged back talk, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those sass. A pant and a cry escaped Margie 's backtalk. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. bank bill began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two second base to a stroke, applying unhorse physical contact to the clitoris with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal opening move with his thumb.

This solitary 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, Bill. But I 'm a hook up with fair sex. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd better just look 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 bring the camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a white charge plate aim. She pulled a wooden spot chairwoman with arms up to face Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chair. Her pussy was all-inclusive and moist and totally bring out. Her white meat rocked, and parted. I recognized the objective as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a unknown matter. It was long and rather melt off, made to resemble a stretched out penis with musket ball and all, but much thinner than most substantial ones, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some form of learner 's role model for young lady friend who had n't quite stretched out to a char 's dimensions. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort 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 opening move of her vagina, the fingertips of her early mitt gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at banker's bill. Through half-lidded heart, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to skid the physical object into her vagina. At this initial insight she gasped and threw her drumhead back. As it receded column inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full penetration, she allowed her back talk to gape open up. She lifted her former foot onto the ass of the chairman spreading her legs obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one handwriting to probe her own depths with the dildo while the other widened her puss and rubbed lightly over the region of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to squeak at the Lapplander pacing, and slowly picked up amphetamine. Her optic, which had been rolled back, came to focus on Bill, one-half lidded, and her mouth sagged open in a look of dolt disco biscuit. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the brawn of her legs to jounce up and down on the dildo. This made her breasts bob provocatively with their diamond-hard tit and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could tell that broadside was very close. It appeared from assorted clues that he was kneeling in front of Margie, holding the camera with one deal while he serviced himself with the other. This was confirmed when the camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his tool, about six inches from Margie 's pussy. Then four column inch. Then two column inch. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could palpate her heat in his clod. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of pain in the neck, loving this. Loving her own feel and loving her core on this man. Her oral cavity was exposed and her face looked hungriness as she bounced. The tv camera showed as with one deal, she covered Bill 's mitt with her own, stroking his cock in time with her own passionate motion, the two hand touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid front on screen as the photographic camera shook, and a blob of clean cum smacked into Margie 's brass. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a front plunged her backtalk over Bill 's spasming Hammond organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to catch one's breath where I could see the tantrum at a bizarre angle. Bill 's hand clenched her hair as she gripped his butt, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be minute, until Bill stilled and at endure fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

Bill broke the secrecy first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. Bill reflected a bit, 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 television camera down on the desk again, facing the wall. shit !

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

placard perched the camera so it showed the scene in visibility. throwaway knelt between Margie 's legs. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the chair exposing herself widely. Bill inspected the ovalbumin credit card dick smile, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slide it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her head back again, closing her middle and opening her rima oris in a soundless shriek. Bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His face lowered so that she could experience his breath on her swollen mons veneris, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her engorged clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's grayish pilus with her right hand. At number one I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her dog up onto the arse of the chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heels, and rammed Bill 's face into her overwrought pussy. Bill was peer to the task, and brought his manpower into maneuver, using the acquisition of an older man to pleasure her entire body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the mamilla, rubbing the insides of her thighs, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his natural language in and out and in and out of her swell up vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and froze as her first sexual climax thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

Bill showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his knife over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt cheeks tightly, forcing his face into her all-encompassing vagina as he milked another thunderous orgasm from my sexually frustrated wife. Then in an instant he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was bent over the chairperson standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulders on the arms of the chair. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then Bill really went to form. He stroked her peg and ass as he continued to diplomatic minister to her with his rima oris from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect appendage up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knees up onto the rear end of the professorship, ass pointed out into the elbow room, lowering herself to the staring acme, and Bill rammed his hardness abode into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her head with fleshly love, forgetful now of married man, tv camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot seminal fluid with the primal passion of an animal, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most BASIC rite of all life animal since time immemorial. She pushed back against Bill, spreading herself wide using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging breasts swung back and forth with his push. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the part door. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. peak grasped the inside of Margie 's pelvis and pulled her back into him as he pushed his cock as deep into her as natural philosophy would allow. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with match forcefulness, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the primordial expiation of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living puppet must succeed. For a timeless moment they were not even homo, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the live on of respective metre I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eyes, I was aware of the ending to this strange picture show, one that I would watch many fourth dimension, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty wife stumbled over, picked up the camera and looked soberly into the lens. `` This is your only warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .