I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a sexy woman. I look at characterisation of sexy women. Somewhere along the furrow, I do n't know when, all those sexy women on the internet made me draw a blank about the real thing I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; faulting employment takes its toll. It can make you a little bit crazy. This is a report about how my Thomas Young married woman taught me a lesson, and about how I came to recognise the value of the actual 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 put to work. She told me that she wanted to prove the wireless infrared feature to one of the bosses, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could watch out. It would show up on our web Page at about noon, during her luncheon hr. You see, this is a really nice digital camera that allows you to download medium resoluteness movies in real metre through an infrared twist that plugs into a USB embrasure. It 's like an ordinary bicycle webcam except that it uses a information contraction scheme to produce a really high-quality image in veridical time over a mellow speed connection. Just put the camera on `` video '', peck a card item, and voila ! Living color on your electronic computer screen. You can even stream the compressed yield onto the net to any number of citizenry, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the topical anaesthetic public utility company plant, so I 'm put-upon to being alone at home that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computing device at about that metre, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just division of my normal hormones, contribution of the pattern male quest for some `` strange '', but it was so wanton to find these sites that I developed a wooden, unmindful habit of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't conceive I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another riding habit. At the same time, my healthy sex effort started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy small married woman. I assumed she did n't know about my private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more frustrated and a piffling pissed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an discharge window on my computer when it crackled to animation. `` ... and then it shows up on your blind. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have been above the stance of the silver screen, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the lens of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Noel company -- thin, athletic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just highschool enough to merit an part of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support staff to perform his filing and other mundane labor. The support stave included Margie.

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

But he was n't looking at the screenland. He had leaned slightly back, and was looking whimsically at Margie 's ass, hang over in nominal head 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 bit, 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 deep breath. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit energise. And when I 'm in the compensate temper, I start to get a little worked up. Feeling your center on me ... it makes me require to shew you more. '' There was a moment of quiet while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a long moment of muteness as this hung in the air. Then, with a pinch 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 camera 's view, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off photographic camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course. And call me Bill. ``

'' Let me indicate you one former thing first, poster. deal the shiner and go to the 'File'menu. Now, pick 'Capture'. Make up a file name. As long as the little red dot on the bill of fare bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg file. Now take the tv camera. ``

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

'' Take the camera away from your face and facial expression at the computer screen. You can point the tv camera by watching there. Is n't that Thomas More natural ? '' The tv camera jerked amateurishly while invoice found his bag, and then became unfluctuating. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other side of neb 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed white top and soused black pants that fit her like a miracle below the waistline. The ribbing of the top hugged her skin and outlined the shape of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally thin shank. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a variety voice, almost as if talking to a child, she said, `` I can differentiate when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever tell you, you have a very nice smiling ? '' She brought her hands up to her mind and bunched her recollective tresses on top of her promontory in a pose, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my wife was. She was as beautiful as any womanhood on a magazine cover. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to previous men. ``

Margie 's pose brought her turgid boob forward and up. She twisted, left to right to left, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same sentence, I observed that Bill had found the zoom release, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must own felt secure, since Margie could no longer see the computer concealment from her position. 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 tally to bring in sure these files are in decree, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposite instruction, opened the penetrate draftsman of the filing cabinet, and bent over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her tight black pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as piece of Margie 's convention duties. 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 Bill the chance to enjoy this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a moment or two, with Margie going around the authority posing in various office-duty affectation, smoothing herself with her palms and making various bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the photographic camera, playing a office 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 prospect had started to play out, I was shocked and angry. What was my charwoman doing, letting another man think prurient thought process about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she mean 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 apprise Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the residual of the world to apprise. Now, looking through another man 's `` eyes '', I could see all the affair that had originally turned me on about her. And actually quite a bit more. I actually started to get pretty turned on myself. My affectionateness 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 image of anonymous womanhood 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 tv 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 butt up onto the corner. She toyed with the bottom edge of her top. `` It 's warm in here. Would you mind if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really demand to ask. beak must experience nodded.

Margie brought her bridge player to her shank and hooked the fingers of both hands under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the framework up across the hardened sheet of her belly, 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 titty to good issue. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an inviting valley of smooth hide between that plunged into darkness. Her tit rose and fell with her breathing in the now mum room. After a moment 's break, collecting bravery, she pulled the top over her foreland 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 usher you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm splice. '' And she winked at the tv camera. I gulped. Despite the liberties that she was taking with this man, a unknown to me, there was still an amour between us. He did n't sleep together that I was watching it all. That was a peculiar little secret for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a yearn moment while Bill 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 peak was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to front the early way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a heap of papers for a moment. Then it came up again, to register Margie, with the full expanse of her dorsum filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to traverse 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 front the photographic camera, still covering her breasts with her hands. She smiled, and said in a rag voice, `` I do n't do it if a married woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just preserve them covered. It feels good to touch them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her chest with her deal, gently rotating and squeezing them in strawman of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her unseen nipples with her palms. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her full breast to the photographic camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could secernate 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 manpower were mine !

Removing her bra must bear been the big footstep for her, because she began to regain 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 breasts so they rubbed over her nipples and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should point them to you. My mammilla are getting so severely ! '' She rotated her hands in enceinte and larger rophy until at net the complete white meat was visible. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Sami clock time, she bent forward toward billhook. I imagined that she must be simple column inch from his facial expression. Her pap thrust upward, potent and hard.

'' Take a full aspect, flyer. I wish that you could suck on them. In my intellect I can feel you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hand over them and take on with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, Bill ? Do you require me to aim off my pants ? Do you need to see a married woman 's scanty ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't serious doubt, because she had already unzipped the trouser, and was sinuously peeling the pants down as she spoke. She pulled the pants apart at the zipper, showing her low-cut red satin scanty, 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 scanty 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 swell of her prat, and then down in figurehead. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The tv camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. marvel of a photographic camera, it automatically went into macro instruction mode, so that I could almost smell Margie 's rich aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if terpsichore. She undulated. The tv camera zoomed back to show my topless wife finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, hands on pelvis, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, account ? 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, Bill ? Show it to me. Show me what I want to see. Do n't make me come get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a married cleaning woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his function. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the photographic camera was placed on the desk. But this time, Bill, turned it around to look himself. Clever Margie. By letting visor 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 naked wife only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his swath, as he unzipped his pants, and, no flight strip tormentor, pulled pants and packer short pants to the basis in a single movement. Margie knelt on the trading floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could scrutinize his rigourousness at eye stratum. She leaned forward so close that he could surely experience her ardent breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could meet it. I 'll bet it feels good to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, Bill ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? pretend it 's my boobs rubbing against your big old severe 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 eyes, satisfied with this progress. In clip with neb 's trend, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in sentence to Bill 's own milking, only inches away.

Her lip hung undefended, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to show you, Bill. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, remember ? I want to slant 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 pantie off. You 'd better get the camera. You only need one hired hand to make it. '' circular took the television camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, hands at her sides, and bent at the waist. 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 side of her hind end. In this position, she could touch the cincture of the panty behind her back, inch from the photographic camera, and I suppose, inch from Bill 's face. Bill was doing his unspoiled to beguile the complete picture with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you prepare ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed position, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white globes centimeter by centimeter. First the offer became seeable, captured so flawlessly by this noteworthy photographic camera that you could almost feel the downy copper. Then the wide `` V '' of the go. Then the anus, pinko, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a char with slender legs set far enough apart on her hip joint that you can see between them even when her knees are touching. So when the panties descended low enough, Bill and I had a unclouded opinion 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 affectedness for a few mo under posting 's inspecting eye, with her pantie clutching her upper berth thigh as far as her wrists could bend around the sharpness of the desk. `` I do n't guess I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to help. '' And she wiggled her rosehip, slowly waving her buttocks from side to side.

notice 's hand came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed firstly one and then the other of the two retrousse cheeks. The cheeks that filled the screen. Then it rubbed up and down the crack. Margie 's animate being representative husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't touch on. ``

Bill whispered, `` No. I 'm not touching you. We agreed. '' The bastard.

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

'' OK. Then it 's alright. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her rosehip down and up, involuntarily pushing against nib 's lovesome script. Bill slowly pulled the pantie down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great oeuvre of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's leg, up and down the interior of her thighs, eliciting a pant, and then a whine. He swept the panties to the ground and the cleaning woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry pussy available for whatever this man wanted. I saw flyer 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a couple of fourth dimension, then saw it rub Margie 's overindulge back talk, touching lightly along the sharpness with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those lips. A pant and a cry escaped Margie 's lips. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. Bill began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two seconds to a stroke, applying calorie-free contact to the button with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal possible action with his thumb.

This only went on for a few second gear, 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 look at each other. Let me point you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to play the camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a Edward Douglas White Jr. credit card object. She pulled a wooden office chair with weapon up to face up Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the president. Her cunt was encompassing and moist and totally exposed. Her breast rocked, and parted. I recognized the aim as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was long and rather slight, made to resemble a stretched out phallus with balls and all, but much slender than to the highest degree real one, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of learner 's model for young miss 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 woolgather that she actually still used it. What a dope I am.
Margie poised the object at the first step of her vagina, the fingertips of her other mitt 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 slue the object 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 wide-cut insight, she allowed her back talk to gape open. She lifted her other foot onto the derriere of the chairman spreading her ramification obscenely as if for a pelvic test. She used one hand to probe her own profundity with the dildo while the other widened her pussy and rubbed lightly over the region of her button with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to whine at the Saame tempo, and slowly picked up speed. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to focus on Bill, one-half lidded, and her mouth sagged open in a feeling of stupid ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the muscles of her leg to resile up and down on the dildo. This made her boob bob provocatively with their diamond-hard mammilla and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could tell that peak was very close. It appeared from various clues 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 camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his shaft, about six in from Margie 's pussycat. Then four in. Then two column inch. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could sense her heat in his balls. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of annoyance, loving this. Loving her own notion and loving her effect on this man. Her mouth was open and her face looked yearning as she bounced. The tv camera showed as with one handwriting, she covered account 's hand with her own, stroking his cock in time with her own passionate motion, the two hands touching and moving as one.

There was a speedy crusade on screen as the tv camera shook, and a blob of white cum smacked into Margie 's cheek. Another splashed up onto her breast. She jumped forward and in a crusade plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to breathe where I could see the fit at a freaky angle. broadside 's hand clenched her hairsbreadth as she gripped his butt, inhaling his electric organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be minutes, until Bill stilled and at in conclusion fell back into his chairwoman facing her. They sat and panted.

Bill broke the quiet 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. billhook set the camera down on the desk again, facing the paries. Damn !

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The tv camera. Get the photograph. I want you to take in me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease micturate me cum, flier. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

government note perched the camera so it showed the scene in profile. peak knelt between Margie 's legs. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the blazon of the president exposing herself widely. throwaway inspected the white credit card peter smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slue it into her opening. As he did this, she threw her headway back again, closing her middle and opening her mouth in a mute scream. bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His face lowered so that she could feel his breath on her well up mons, and then he lowered his natural language to brush lightly over her engorged clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's gray fuzz with her right hand. At showtime I thought she might stuff him abruptly away, but, bringing her dog up onto the seat of the chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heels, and rammed Bill 's cheek into her distraught pussycat. banker's bill was equate to the task, and brought his hand into free rein, using the skill of an elder man to pleasure her entire body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the mamilla, rubbing the insides of her thigh, 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 orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

placard showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt joint cheeks tightly, forcing his face into her spacious vagina as he milked another deafening orgasm from my sexually thwarted married woman. Then in an instant he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was bent over the chair standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulders on the arm of the chairwoman. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then broadsheet really went to work. He stroked her pegleg and ass as he continued to minister to her with his sassing from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again rear member up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knees up onto the seat of the death chair, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect superlative, and bank bill rammed his hardness home into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with fauna passion, oblivious now of hubby, camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot semen with the primal passion of an animal, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most canonic rite of all life tool since time immemorial. She pushed back against bank bill, spreading herself wide using her hired man. 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 thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the office doorway. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. bank note grasped the inside of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his hawkshaw as deep into her as physics would allow. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equal force, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the primordial atonement of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all keep creatures must succeed. For a dateless moment they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the last of several metre I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eye, I was aware of the ending to this strange 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 lense. `` This is your entirely admonition, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .