I love sex. I love looking at aphrodisiacal woman. I married a aphrodisiacal woman. I look at pictures of aphrodisiacal cleaning woman. Somewhere along the line, I do n't get laid when, all those sexy 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 give you a piddling bit crazy. This is a story about how my Cy Young wife taught me a lesson, and about how I came to agnise the value of the real thing. I 'm a fool, but I can be taught.

I did n't really recall anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital television camera and all the equipment to act. She told me that she wanted to show the wireless infrared feature film to one of the bosses, 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 luncheon minute. You see, this is a really squeamish digital camera that allows you to download sensitive resolution movies in veridical prison term through an infrared twist that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an average webcam except that it uses a data point contraction scheme to produce a really high-quality image in real fourth dimension over a senior high school focal ratio connection. Just put the television camera on `` picture '', pick a carte du jour item, and voila ! Living colour on your computer screenland. You can even stream the compress output onto the net to any number of people, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local utility program plant, so I 'm victimized to being alone at rest home that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that meter, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just part of my normal hormones, component of the formula manful pursuance for some `` foreign '', but it was so well-off to find these sites that I developed a wooden, unmindful riding habit of beating off every day while looking at the estimator projection screen. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another substance abuse. At the same time, my level-headed sex cause started to dry up and I started to ignore my beautiful, sexy little wife. I assumed she did n't roll in the hay about my individual activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more bedevil and a little peeved off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an vacuous windowpane on my computer when it crackled to liveliness. `` ... and then it shows up on your screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The tv camera must have been above the place of the 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 hoar man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas political party -- thin, athletic, and pro looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just high enough to deserve an office of his own, and maybe to contribution the use of the support staff to do his filing and other mundane task. The reenforcement staff included Margie.

'' That 's marvellous ! '' 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 front of him. `` I saw that. '' she smirked. `` You forget. The television camera sees behind me. ``

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

'' It 's OK. '' She paused a 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 emotional. And when I 'm in the rectify mode, I start to get a small worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me want to usher you more. '' There was a moment of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a long moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch 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 television camera 's panorama, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off television camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course. And call me banknote. ``

'' Let me show you one early thing first, Bill. Take the black eye and go to the 'File'bill of fare. Now, blame 'Capture'. Make up a file name. As long as the fiddling red dot on the menu 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 photographic camera away from your face and look at the computing device CRT screen. You can bespeak the tv camera by watching there. Is n't that Sir Thomas More cancel ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while nib found his grip, and then became becalm. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other English of flyer 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed flannel top and tight black pants that fit her like a miracle below the waist. The teasing of the top hugged her hide and outlined the configuration of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally reduce shank. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

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

Margie 's perplex brought her vauntingly white meat forward and up. She twisted, left to right to provide, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same metre, I observed that Bill had found the zoom clitoris, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must consume felt dependable, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen from her location. I could see the schema of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll check to make sure these files are in fiat, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to face the opposite direction, opened the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, and bent-grass over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her smashed black pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as theatrical role of Margie 's formula tariff. That broadside had seen it before, that Margie knew he had seen it, and that neither had ever mentioned it before. Margie was now offering pecker the opportunity to enjoy this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a instant or two, with Margie going around the office sitting in various office-duty affectation, smoothing herself with her palms and making assorted bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the camera, playing a component part in a motion picture. 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 wholly picture had started to play out, I was shocked and angry. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lusty cerebration 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 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 balance of the earth to appreciate. Now, looking through another man 's `` eyes '', I could see all the matter that had originally turned me on about her. And actually quite a bit more. I actually started to get pretty turned on myself. My middle was pounding and my side was flushed, but it was n't anger anymore. I started getting lustful for my minuscule wife in a way that X-rated image of anonymous fair sex could never do. I became so caught up in the blink of an eye that I even stopped thinking about this 50-year-old fop. I hoped that she would maybe go just a bit further.

Margie straightened, and looked back at the camera. `` I 'm going to keep out 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 heed if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really need to ask. peak must have nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waist and hooked the fingers of both script under the edge of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the fabric up across the hardened plane of her belly, stretched it to work it over the sheik of her breast, and released it there so that she could work on on pulling off the sleeves. measure and I could see that she was wearing her lacy red bra, one that I had forgotten she owned. It was cut low enough that it showed her tit to good result. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an inviting valley of still skin between that plunged into dark. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now silent room. After a moment 's suspension, collecting courage, she pulled the top over her forefront and casually tossed it to the side.

Margie was visibly aroused, and managed to say, somewhat hoarsely, `` No touch. OK ? You like to look, and I like to show you, but I have n't forgotten that I 'm married. '' And she winked at the tv 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 sleep together that I was watching it all. That was a exceptional small hugger-mugger for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while bill only watched. Then she lightly hefted her chest, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you like to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the answer from Bill was inaudible.

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

Then Margie gracefully turned to confront the camera, still covering her breasts with her men. She smiled, and said in a teasing voice, `` I do n't eff if a married fair sex should be showing her titty to another man. Maybe I should just hold on 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 titty with her mitt, gently rotating and squeezing them in straw man 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 show. You could tell the precise weighting and sizing of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those hands were mine !

Removing her bra must own been the big step for her, because she began to regain her composure. She smiled at bank 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 prove 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 tit so they rubbed over her mamilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should show them to you. My nipples are getting so hard ! '' She rotated her hands in larger and larger circles until at last the complete chest was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Lapplander time, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be simple inches from his aspect. Her tit thrust upward, stiff and hard.

'' demand a commodity expression, posting. I wish that you could suck on them. In my creative thinker I can feel you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hands over them and represent with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, nib ? Do you require me to take off my pant ? Do you want to see a hook up with cleaning lady 's scanty ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't serious questions, because she had already unzipped the gasp, 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 uncase, turning this way and that so Bill could appreciate all the purview of this sensuous act. For a moment the pants caught on her panties and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The pants continued to wrestle down, first over the swell of her butt, and then down in presence. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The television camera zoomed in on the vagina sass. Wonder of a television camera, it automatically went into macro mode, 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 show my bare-breasted wife finally kicking off her pants, squaring her legs, manpower on hips, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the tv camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Bill ? Do you see how awesome 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, notice ? read it to me. designate me what I want to see. Do n't make me fare get it. We 're not supposed to concern. I 'm a conjoin woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his business office. You have to do it for me, bank bill. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this fourth dimension, measure, turned it around to face himself. Clever Margie. By letting circular 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 married woman only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his bang, as he unzipped his pants, and, no strip mystifier, pulled pants and boxer shorts to the solid ground in a single move. Margie knelt on the floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could audit his insensibility at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely find her warm breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels good to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, Bill ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my goof rubbing against your big old hard stopcock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own boobs.

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

Her rima oris hung open, 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 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 call for my panty off. You 'd meliorate get the camera. You only need one hand to curb it. '' handbill took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my married woman. Meanwhile she stood straight, hands at her side, and hang at the waist. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her implements of war lying uselessly along her position and her men relaxed on either position of her buns. In this position, she could tinct the sash of the step-in behind her back, inches from the camera, and I suppose, inch from throwaway 's face. circular was doing his best to appropriate the all over photograph with the camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to deplume them down, now. Are you cook ? '' And Margie hooked her thumbs under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed position, sliding the smooth silk over her unflawed white globes centimeter by centimeter. First the crack became seeable, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable camera that you could almost experience the downy hair. Then the wide `` V '' of the crack. Then the anus, pink, wrinkled and clean. Margie is a cleaning woman with slender peg set far enough 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 persuasion of Margie 's twin sass, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the dark cave between her legs and the top of her panties.

She held that mannerism for a few moments under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her upper thigh as far as her wrists could bend around the border of the desk. `` I do n't imagine I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to aid. '' And she wiggled her pelvis, slowly waving her buttocks from side to side.

invoice 's hand came onto the screen door. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first one and then the former of the two upturned impudence. The impertinence that filled the screen door. Then it rubbed up and down the crack. Margie 's animal voice husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't reach. ``

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

'' Keep going ! '' I silently urged him, caught up in the minute. `` For God 's sake, go on going ! ``

'' OK. Then it 's alright. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against Bill 's warm hand. posting slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a with child study of art. When they were low enough, he ran his helping hand between Margie 's wooden leg, up and down the interior of her second joint, eliciting a pant, and then a whine. He swept the pantie to the ground and the woman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry kitty available for whatever this man wanted. I saw Bill 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a pair of times, then saw it rub Margie 's gourmandize lips, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those lips. A gasp and a cry escaped Margie 's back talk. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. Bill began gently squeezing his hand and pushing, two second gear to a fortuity, applying light contact to the clit with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal opening with his thumb.

This only went on for a few irregular, and then there was something like a scuffle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't digest it. That 's so gooood, placard. But I 'm a matrimonial woman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd meliorate just look at each other. Let me prove you what I do when I get like this. '' Margie went over to the bag that she had used to impart the photographic camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a White person plastic objective. She pulled a wooden office hot seat with limb up to face up banknote, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chair. Her pussy was wide and moist and totally exposed. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the objective as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a unusual thing. It was longsighted and rather thin, made to resemble a stretched out phallus with testis and all, but much tenuous than most real 1, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of learner 's model for young lady friend who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's proportion. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as sort of a souvenir of her childhood. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a dope I am.
Margie poised the aim at the curtain raising of her vagina, the fingertips of her other hand gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at notice. Through half-lidded heart, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the object into her vagina. At this initial incursion she gasped and threw her headway back. As it receded in by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At total penetration, she allowed her mouth to gape open. She lifted her other foundation onto the arse of the chairwoman spreading her legs obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one paw to probe her own depths with the dildo while the other widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the region of her clit 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 Bill, half lidded, and her mouth sagged assailable in a face of stupid go. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the muscle of her legs to reverberate up and down on the dildo. This made her bosom bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipple and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could distinguish that posting was very close. It appeared from several clues that he was kneeling in front of Margie, holding the tv camera with one hand while he serviced himself with the other. This was confirmed when the camera shifted down and I could see his hired hand stroking his hawkshaw, about six inch from Margie 's pussy. Then four inches. Then two inch. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could feel her oestrus in his glob. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a look of pain, loving this. Loving her own tactile sensation and loving her outcome on this man. Her rima oris was capable and her face looked yearning as she bounced. The tv camera showed as with one helping hand, she covered greenback 's hired man with her own, stroking his cock in time with her own passionate movements, the two paw touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid bm on sieve as the photographic 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 movement plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming Hammond organ. Federal Reserve note dropped the camera, which fortunately came to catch one's breath where I could see the conniption at a flaky angle. Bill 's hand clenched her hairsbreadth as she gripped his stern, inhaling his reed organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be transactions, until broadsheet stilled and at last fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

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

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The television camera. Get the scene. I want you to take a shit me cum. I want a delineation of me cumming. Pleeease take a crap me cum, posting. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

vizor perched the television camera so it showed the fit in profile. Bill knelt between Margie 's leg. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the hot seat exposing herself widely. Bill inspected the ashen plastic putz smiling, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slew it into her curtain raising. As he did this, she threw her read/write head back again, closing her eyes and opening her oral fissure in a silent scream. Bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the item with his finger. His fount lowered so that she could experience his hint on her swollen-headed mons, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her binge clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's gray-haired tomentum with her redress hand. At initiative I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her hound up onto the seat of the hot seat, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulders and her heels, and rammed eyeshade 's face into her overwrought pussycat. notice was rival to the task, and brought his hands into play, using the skill of an older man to pleasure her entire body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, rubbing the insides of her thighs, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his glossa in and out and in and out of her swollen vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and stop dead as her starting time orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

Bill showed her no mercifulness, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt joint brass tightly, forcing his face into her wide vagina as he milked another deafening orgasm from my sexually frustrated wife. Then in an instant he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was set over the chair standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulder joint on the subdivision of the chair. In her state, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then placard really went to do work. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from behind. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect extremity up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her knee joint up onto the rear of the hot seat, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the everlasting height, and poster rammed his hardness dwelling into my gorgeous married woman, now completely out of her judgment with animal passion, oblivious now of hubby, photographic camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot seed with the primal heat of an animate being, with the lust of propagating the mintage, in the most canonic rite of all life puppet since sentence immemorial. She pushed back against card, spreading herself extensive using her hands. 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 driving force. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the function threshold. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. neb grasped the inside of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his peter as deep into her as physic would give up. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with equal force, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the primaeval gratification of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all aliveness creatures must succeed. For a timeless moment they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the live of several clock time I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eyes, I was aware of the ending to this strange movie, one that I would follow many times, for I had been recording it too. My naked, flushed, sweaty wife stumbled over, picked up the tv camera and looked soberly into the Lens. `` This is your only warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .