I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a sexy fair sex. I look at pictures of sexy charwoman. Somewhere along the line, I do n't roll in the hay when, all those aphrodisiacal cleaning lady on the internet made me forget about the real matter I have at home. I think it was basically bad timing ; shift work takes its toll. It can make 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 realize the note value of the real thing. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really believe anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital tv camera and all the equipment to turn. She told me that she wanted to show the radiocommunication infrared feature film to one of the boss, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could watch. It would testify up on our web page at about noon, during her tiffin hour. You see, this is a really overnice digital tv camera that allows you to download medium resolution movies in real time through an infrared device that plugs into a USB embrasure. It 's like an average webcam except that it uses a data compression system to develop a really high-quality simulacrum in real time over a high speed connexion. Just put the camera on `` video recording '', pick a fare detail, and voila ! Living color on your computer screen. You can even stream the contract end product 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 public utility company plant life, so I 'm used to being alone at family that meter of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that prison term, looking at and downloading X-rated motion-picture show. I kept telling myself that it was just part of my pattern hormones, part of the normal male pursuance for some `` foreign '', but it was so easy to find these website that I developed a wooden, mindless habit of beating off every day while looking at the figurer screen. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the same fourth dimension, my intelligent sex private road started to dry up and I started to miss my beautiful, aphrodisiac little wife. I assumed she did n't cognise about my buck private bodily function, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more frustrated and a piddling pissed off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an empty window on my computer when it crackled to life. `` ... and then it shows up on your blind. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must experience been above the military position of the sieve, because I could see her aspect looking intently at something just above the lens of the eye of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas company -- flimsy, gymnastic, and master looking. One of the upper berth mid-level boss, I guess, just in high spirits enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to portion the use of the support stave to perform his filing and early mundane chore. The support staff included Margie.

'' That 's rattling ! '' he said. `` I 'll pick out one. ``

But he was n't looking at the screen door. He had leaned slightly back, and was looking whimsically at Margie 's ass, bent over in front 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 present moment, 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 rectify mood, I start to get a short worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me want to record you more. '' There was a instant of quiet while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a recollective moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a snatch in her voice, she added, `` Would you care 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 camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course of study. And call me Bill. ``

'' Let me show you one other thing first, card. Take the computer mouse and go to the 'File'carte du jour. Now, plectrum 'Capture'. Make up a single file name. As long as the little red dot on the carte bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg file. Now take the camera. ``

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

'' take on the camera away from your facial expression and looking at at the computer CRT screen. You can point the camera by watching there. Is n't that more natural ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while Bill found his hold, and then became steady. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other incline of note 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed Stanford White top and closely black pants that fit her like a miracle below the waistline. The ribbing of the top hugged her skin and outlined the configuration of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally thin waistline. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind representative, almost as if talking to a tyke, she said, `` I can tell when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever assure you, you have a very nice grin ? '' She brought her hands up to her nous and bunched her long tresses on top of her drumhead in a pose, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my wife was. She was as beautiful as any woman on a powder store covering. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to older men. ``

Margie 's set brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to right to forget, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same sentence, I observed that account had found the zoom button, and had zoomed in on the boob. He must have felt rubber, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen from her locating. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the location and sizing of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll assure to spend a penny sure these filing cabinet are in ordering, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to confront the diametrical direction, opened the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, and bent-grass over at the waist. This gave a delicious view of Margie 's ass in her tight black trouser. I realized that this shot had played out before, as part of Margie 's pattern 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 opportunity to enjoy this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

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

As this unanimous fit had started to toy out, I was shocked and angry. What was my cleaning woman doing, letting another man think lewd idea about her, strutting around for his personal entertainment ? What did she mean she enjoyed it ? That old dude ? Did that mean that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in front of the computer, 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 take account. 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 mettle was pounding and my expression was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my trivial wife in a way that X-rated depiction of anonymous women could never do. I became so caught up in the instant that I even stopped thinking about this 50-year-old clotheshorse. I hoped that she would maybe go just a bit further.

Margie straightened, and looked back at the photographic 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 butt joint up onto the corner. She toyed with the hind end boundary of her top. `` It 's warm in here. Would you heed if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really need to ask. Bill must experience nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waist and hooked the digit of both work force under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the fabric up across the inure sheet of her stomach, stretched it to impart it over the beau of her breast, and released it there so that she could work on pulling off the arm. invoice 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 just effect. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an inviting valley of smooth cutis between that plunged into iniquity. Her breasts rose and fell with her respiration in the now silent way. After a here and now '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 search, and I like to demo you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm married. '' 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 especial little secret for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while banknote 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 resolution from account was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to face the other way. The tv camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a moment. Then it came up again, to render Margie, with the tolerant surface area of her spine filling the tv camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to breed her breast. My goodness, even her rear was gorgeous ! By the touch of definition in the back, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to face the camera, still covering her white meat with her men. She smiled, and said in a pestering spokesperson, `` I do n't bed if a married charwoman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just keep them covered. It feels unspoiled to tinct them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her breasts with her workforce, 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 full boob to the camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could tell the exact weight unit and size of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those helping hand were mine !

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

Bill coughed, and whispered, `` I want to see them. depict them to me. I mean, please. Please show up them to me. I 'll die if you do n't let me see them. ``

Margie only smiled. She started to rotate her medallion against the titty so they rubbed over her nipples and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should show them to you. My nipples are getting so heavily ! '' She rotated her deal in heavy and enceinte round until at finally the complete breast was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Lapp prison term, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be mere in from his face. Her nipples thrust upward, soused and hard.

'' guide a good look, Bill. I wish that you could suck on them. In my mind I can feel you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hands over them and play with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you care to see how wet you make me, Bill ? Do you need me to take off my pants ? Do you require to see a get married woman 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, visor ? ``

These were n't sober inquiry, because she had already unzipped the trouser, and was sinuously peeling the pants down as she spoke. She pulled the trouser apart at the slide fastener, showing her low-cut red satin scanty, lacy. Then she began to peel, turning this way and that so Bill could treasure all the survey of this sensuous act. For a moment the bloomers caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The trouser continued to writhe down, first over the swell of her bum, and then down in social movement. The lip of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very dampish. The tv camera zoomed in on the vagina lips. Wonder of a tv camera, it automatically went into macro modality, so that I could almost smell Margie 's rich aroma.

She swung her hips back and forth as if dancing. She undulated. The tv camera zoomed back to bear witness my topless wife finally kicking off her gasp, squaring her legs, hands on hips, wiggling her white meat, and smiling at the camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Federal Reserve note ? Do you see how frightening and wet and horny I get when you look at me the way you do ? Do you bed what I 'm thinking about when I get like this, Bill ? depict it to me. Show me what I want to see. Do n't pee-pee me come get it. We 're not supposed to adjoin. I 'm a married woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's hawkshaw in his office. You have to do it for me, beak. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this prison term, Bill, turned it around to present himself. Clever Margie. By letting Bill know that he was recording, she insured that he would be careful to record everything. He pushed his chairperson back from the desk, so that I could see him in profile sitting in his president. I could see my almost defenseless wife only two metrical unit away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his knickers, and, no comic strip teaser, pulled pants and boxer shorts to the ground in a single move. Margie knelt on the storey before him and sat back on her haunches where she could scrutinise his hardness at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely experience her warm breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels in force to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, Bill ? Could you rub it up and down and affect it 's me doing it ? pretend it 's my goof rubbing against your big old hard cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own bosom.

Bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded eyes, satisfied with this advance. In metre with neb 's apparent motion, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in fourth dimension to account 's own milking, only inches away.

Her rima oris hung assailable, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to show you, bank note. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, remember ? I want to lean over your desk again. '' She swept away a spile of composition, moved the keyboard out of the way, and positioned herself between pecker and his desk, facing the desk.

'' I need to take my pantie off. You 'd better get the photographic camera. You only need one hand to hold it. '' flier took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, helping hand at her sides, and bent grass at the shank. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her arms lying uselessly along her side and her hands relaxed on either side of meat of her buns. In this position, she could tint the waistband of the panties behind her back, inches from the photographic camera, and I suppose, inches from government note 's face. nib was doing his best to capture the perfect motion-picture show with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to root for them down, now. Are you ready ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the girdle and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed position, sliding the smooth silk over her flawless white globes centimeter by centimeter. low the scissure became seeable, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable tv camera that you could almost experience the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the fling. Then the anus, pinko, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far adequate apart on her hips that you can see between them even when her knees are touching. So when the panties descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear 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 panties clutching her speed thigh as far as her wrist joint could bend around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't call up I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to assist. '' And she wiggled her pelvic arch, slowly waving her derriere from side to side.

Bill 's deal came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first one and then the other of the two tip-tilted cheeks. The buttock that filled the screen. Then it rubbed up and down the fracture. Margie 's animal voice 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.

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

'' OK. Then it 's all right. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against posting 's strong handwriting. Bill slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a majuscule work of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's legs, up and down the interior of her thighs, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the panties to the primer coat and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry snatch usable for whatever this man wanted. I saw peak 's hand brush the very top interior of Margie 's thigh, back and forth a twain of times, then saw it rub Margie 's gormandise backtalk, touching lightly along the sharpness with the fingertips, and then saw his hitchhike disappear between those back talk. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's rim. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. Bill began gently squeezing his helping hand and pushing, two irregular to a stroke, applying light contact lens to the clit with his knuckle 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 dogfight and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't stand it. That 's so gooood, peak. But I 'm a get hitched with charwoman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a minute, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd break 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 contribute the television camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a white plastic target. She pulled a wooden role chair with weaponry up to present Bill, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the electric chair. Her pussy was wide and moist and totally queer. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was farsighted and rather melt off, made to resemble a stretched out penis with chunk and all, but much thinner than about genuine ones, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some variety of apprentice 's model for young young lady who had n't quite stretched out to a fair sex 's attribute. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as form of a souvenir of her puerility. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a dope I am.
Margie poised the objective at the curtain raising of her vagina, the fingertips of her other helping hand gently brushing and rubbing her button. She breathed heavily as she looked at greenback. Through half-lidded optic, 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 column inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full penetration, she allowed her mouth to yaw spread. She lifted her other foot onto the seat of the chair spreading her legs obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one hand to poke into her own astuteness with the dildo while the early widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the region of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to squeak at the same tempo, and slowly picked up fastness. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to focus on note, half lidded, and her sass sagged opened in a look of stupid person ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the heftiness of her ramification to bounce up and down on the dildo. This made her breasts bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipples and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could distinguish that Bill was very close. It appeared from various clues that he was kneeling in battlefront of Margie, holding the television camera with one hand while he serviced himself with the former. This was confirmed when the television camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his dick, about six inch from Margie 's snatch. Then four inches. Then two inches. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could feel her heat in his orb. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a looking at of painful sensation, loving this. Loving her own smell and loving her effect on this man. Her sass 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 cock in meter with her own passionate movements, the two mitt touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid campaign on screen as the camera shook, and a blob of lily-white cum smacked into Margie 's impudence. Another splashed up onto her white meat. She jumped forward and in a movement plunged her sass over peak 's spasming organ. card dropped the camera, which fortunately came to rest where I could see the conniption at a flakey angle. Bill 's helping hand clenched her hair as she gripped his butt joint, inhaling his electric organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be transactions, until Bill stilled and at last-place fell back into his president facing her. They sat and panted.

Bill broke the muteness first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. Bill reflected a minute, 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. government note set the camera down on the desk again, facing the wall. Damn !

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The tv camera. Get the word-painting. I want you to micturate me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease make me cum, Bill. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

nib perched the camera so it showed the scene in profile. handbill knelt between Margie 's legs. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the weaponry of the chair exposing herself widely. Bill inspected the white plastic putz smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slip it into her opening night. As he did this, she threw her header back again, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a silent scream. visor slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His face lowered so that she could find his breath on her swollen mons, and then he lowered his tongue to sweep lightly over her engorged clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's gray hair with her correctly manus. At for the first time I thought she might squeeze him abruptly away, but, bringing her dog up onto the tush of the death chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heel, and rammed account 's grimace into her overwrought pussy. invoice was peer to the project, and brought his workforce into maneuver, using the science of an onetime man to pleasure her entire physical structure, rubbing up and down her incline, over her breasts, tweaking the mammilla, rubbing the interior of her thigh, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his glossa in and out and in and out of her tumefy vagina. Margie was in exaltation and froze as her first orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

notice showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her backside face tightly, forcing his face into her all-inclusive vagina as he milked another thunderous orgasm from my sexually frustrated wife. Then in an New York minute he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was hang over the chair standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the berm on the branch of the chair. In her DoS, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then Bill really went to work. He stroked her wooden leg and ass as he continued to minister of religion to her with his mouth from ass. Then he stood and rubbed his once again set up member up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knees up onto the seat of the president, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect height, and bill rammed his callosity plate into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her mind with animal warmth, oblivious now of husband, camera, job, or anything human being. She hungered for hot semen with the primal cacoethes of an creature, with the lecherousness of propagating the metal money, in the most basic rite of all sustenance wight since time immemorial. She pushed back against vizor, spreading herself across-the-board using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging white meat swung back and Forth River with his drive. `` 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 pelvic arch and pulled her back into him as he pushed his tool as deep into her as natural philosophy would allow. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equate military group, savoring the pumping of banknote 's balls, aglow with the primeval expiation of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living creature must succeed. For a timeless mo they were not even man, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the lastly of several times I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded centre, I was aware of the ending to this strange movie, one that I would watch many metre, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty wife stumbled over, picked up the photographic camera and looked soberly into the lens of the eye. `` This is your just warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .