I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a sexy woman. I look at mental picture of sexy women. Somewhere along the line, I do n't know when, all those sexy women on the internet made me bury about the real thing I have at habitation. I think it was basically bad timing ; switch work takes its toll. It can cook you a niggling bit weirdo. This is a story about how my young wife taught me a lesson, and about how I came to realize the economic value of the real affair. I 'm a muggins, but I can be taught.

I did n't really cerebrate anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital camera and all the equipment to bring. She told me that she wanted to show the wireless infrared lineament to one of the bosses, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could observe. It would show up on our web page at about noon, during her lunch 60 minutes. You see, this is a really nice digital camera that allows you to download medium resolution movies in real time through an infrared gimmick that plugs into a USB port. It 's like an ordinary bicycle webcam except that it uses a data compression scheme to bring about a really high-quality image in very time over a high pep pill association. Just put the photographic camera on `` video '', blame a menu item, and voila ! Living color on your estimator silver screen. You can even stream the compressed 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 topical anaesthetic utility program plant, so I 'm apply to being alone at dwelling house that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computing machine at about that sentence, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just part of my normal hormones, division of the normal Male quest for some `` strange '', but it was so well-to-do to find these sites that I developed a wooden, mindless habit of beating off every day while looking at the data processor screen. I do n't recall I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the like prison term, my healthy sex drive started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy little wife. I assumed she did n't know about my private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting more and more cross and a picayune slopped off.

Anyway, there I sat watching an vacuous window on my computer when it crackled to biography. `` ... and then it shows up on your blind. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The tv camera must consume been above the position of the screen, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the lens of the eye of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas party -- slenderize, acrobatic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just eminent enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support staff to perform his filing and other mundane tasks. The support staff 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, 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 import, 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 breather. `` I kinda like it. Sometimes it gets me a bit arouse. And when I 'm in the right mood, I start to get a fiddling worked up. Feeling your eye on me ... it makes me want to usher you more. '' There was a mo of quiet while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a farseeing minute of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a collar in her voice, she added, `` Would you like to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the data processor and was out of the camera 's scene, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of line. And call me flyer. ``

'' Let me picture you one former thing first, visor. take in the mouse and go to the 'File'menu. Now, cull 'Capture'. Make up a file name. As long as the little red dot on the fare bar is on, whatever you record will be stored in an mpeg file. Now take the camera. ``

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

'' Take the photographic camera away from your font and aspect at the estimator covert. You can orient the camera by watching there. Is n't that more than born ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while Bill found his travelling bag, and then became unshakable. Margie was leaning against one of his filing locker on the other side of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed Caucasian top and closely inglorious pants that fit her like a miracle below the waist. The ribbing of the top hugged her skin and outlined the contours of her grapefruit-sized white meat, which stood out from her exceptionally slim down shank. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind vocalisation, 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 nice smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head and bunched her long tresses on top of her promontory in a pose, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful cleaning lady my wife was. She was as beautiful as any adult female on a magazine top. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some fair sex are attracted to older men. ``

Margie 's present brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to redress to bequeath, so that they could be appreciated in three attribute. At the same time, I observed that Bill had found the zoom clitoris, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must sustain felt prophylactic, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen from her location. I could see the precis of her bra under the top. I could see the locating and size of her swelling nipples.

'' I think I 'll see to it to realize sure these file are in order, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to present the diametric direction, opened the stern drawer of the filing cabinet, and bent over at the waist. This gave a delicious view of Margie 's ass in her close black trouser. I realized that this aspect had played out before, as part of Margie 's normal 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 flier the chance 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 various office-duty airs, smoothing herself with her palms and making several bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the 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 whole shot had started to make for out, I was shocked and wild. What was my charwoman doing, letting another man think lustful thoughts about her, strutting around for his personal amusement ? What did she mean she enjoyed it ? That old sheik ? Did that mean value 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 take account Margie myself, I had effectively given her over to the rest of the world to appreciate. Now, looking through another man 's `` oculus '', I could see all the thing 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 wife in a way that X-rated pictures 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 close the threshold. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her tush up onto the corner. She toyed with the bottom edge of her top. `` It 's warm up in here. Would you listen if I take off my top ? '' She waited for an answer, but she did n't really take to ask. Bill must possess nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her shank and hooked the digit of both hands under the bound of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the material up across the hardened plane of her stomach, stretched it to fetch it over the fashion plate of her breasts, and released it there so that she could process on pulling off the arm. 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 tit to good gist. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an call for valley of smooth skin between that plunged into shadow. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now tacit room. After a moment 's pause, collecting courage, she pulled the top over her head and casually tossed it to the side.

Margie was visibly aroused, and managed to say, somewhat hoarsely, `` No touching. OK ? You like to look, and I like to show 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 affaire between us. He did n't know that I was watching it all. That was a exceptional fiddling secret for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long moment while banker's 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 answer from beak was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to front the other way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a batch of paper for a minute. Then it came up again, to present Margie, with the all-encompassing expanse of her back filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to insure her titty. My good, 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 confront the camera, still covering her breasts with her hand. She smiled, and said in a tantalise phonation, `` I do n't acknowledge if a marry woman should be showing her breasts to another man. Maybe I should just sustain 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 breasts with her hands, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her spiritual world mammilla with her palm tree. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her replete breast to the camera. Never let her nipples show. You could evidence the exact weight and size of it of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those paw were mine !

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

invoice 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 thenar against the breasts so they rubbed over her mammilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should present them to you. My nipple are getting so intemperately ! '' She rotated her hands in larger and larger circles until at last the complete chest was visible. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the Same time, she bent forward toward nib. I imagined that she must be mere inch from his typeface. Her nipples thrust upward, plastered and hard.

'' Take a good flavour, pecker. I wish that you could breastfeed on them. In my mind I can sense you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your hands over them and diddle with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, Bill ? Do you want me to hire off my pant ? Do you need to see a marry char 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't serious enquiry, because she had already unzipped the pants, and was sinuously peeling the drawers 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, turning this way and that so greenback could take account all the views 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 writhe down, first over the fashion plate of her butt, and then down in battlefront. The brim of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very dampish. The camera zoomed in on the vagina backtalk. Wonder of a 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 television camera zoomed back to demonstrate my braless wife finally kicking off her drawers, squaring her legs, men on hips, wiggling her breasts, and smiling at the television camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, Federal Reserve note ? Do you see how abominable 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, measure ? point it to me. present me what I want to see. Do n't realise me do get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a matrimonial woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his power. You have to do it for me, Bill. ``

Once again, the camera was placed on the desk. But this clock time, Bill, turned it around to confront himself. Clever Margie. By letting Bill lie with that he was recording, she insured that he would be careful to record everything. He pushed his electric chair back from the desk, so that I could see him in visibility sitting in his hot seat. I could see my almost defenseless wife only two substructure away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his pants, and, no strip annoyer, pulled pant and packer shorts to the ground in a unity campaign. Margie knelt on the floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could inspect his hardness at eye tier. She leaned forward so close that he could surely feel her warmly breathing space on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could partake it. I 'll bet it feels good to rub up and down. Could you do that for me, greenback ? Could you rub it up and down and pretend it 's me doing it ? Pretend it 's my goof rubbing against your big old grueling cock ? '' 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 fourth dimension with Bill 's apparent motion, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her white meat. She milked them in clip to Bill 's own milking, only inches away.

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

'' I need to hire my panties off. You 'd better get the camera. You only need one hand to control it. '' throwaway took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my married woman. Meanwhile she stood straight, hands at her sides, and bent 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 English and her script relaxed on either side of her buns. In this position, she could partake the sash of the panty behind her back, inches from the camera, and I suppose, inch from beak 's face. Bill was doing his well to capture the terminated ikon with the photographic camera, lifting it and holding it to either position.

'' I 'm going to extract them down, now. Are you cook ? '' And Margie hooked her pollex under the waistband and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed position, sliding the smoothen silk over her unflawed white world centimeter by centimeter. number one the pass became visible, captured so flawlessly by this noteworthy photographic camera that you could almost feel the downy fuzz. Then the wide `` V '' of the crack. Then the anus, pinko, wrinkled and clean and jerk. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far enough apart on her hips that you can see between them even when her articulatio genus are touching. So when the step-in descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear vista 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 instant under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her step-in clutching her amphetamine thigh as far as her carpus could crouch around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't think I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll make to help oneself. '' And she wiggled her pelvic arch, slowly waving her buttocks from English to side.

measure 's hand came onto the projection screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed first one and then the other of the two upturned cheeks. The cheeks that filled the screen. Then it rubbed up and down the cranny. Margie 's animal phonation husked, `` I ca n't see. You 're not touching me are you ? We agreed that we would n't rival. ``

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

'' sustenance going ! '' I silently urged him, caught up in the moment. `` For God 's rice beer, observe going ! ``

'' OK. Then it 's alright. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against flier 's warm paw. notice slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great workplace of art. When they were low enough, he ran his handwriting between Margie 's peg, up and down the inside of her second joint, eliciting a gasp, and then a whine. He swept the scanty to the priming and the charwoman quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her hungry pussy uncommitted for whatever this man wanted. I saw banker's bill 's hand brush the very top interior of Margie 's second joint, back and forth a couple of metre, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged 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 backtalk. `` Oh my God ! '' she groaned. `` Oh my God ! '' She started panting hoarsely. vizor began gently squeezing his hired man and pushing, two seconds to a separatrix, applying light contact lens to the button 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 bit, and then there was something like a Dutch hoe and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't stand up it. That 's so gooood, Bill. But I 'm a married cleaning woman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a mo, `` ... I think you were about to rival me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd better just aspect 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 bring the television camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a white charge plate physical object. She pulled a wooden office chair with arms up to face Bill, flopped down in a slump, and lifted one leg over an arm of the chairwoman. Her pussy was wide and moist and totally exposed. Her breast rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was long and rather reduce, made to resemble a stretched out penis with globe and all, but much flimsy than most real ones, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of assimilator 's poser for Whitney Young female child who had n't quite stretched out to a woman 's attribute. 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 object at the porta of her vagina, the fingertips of her other mitt gently brushing and rubbing her clit. She breathed heavily as she looked at Bill. Through half-lidded eyes, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the object into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her principal back. As it receded inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full penetration, she allowed her mouth to gape spread out. She lifted her other infantry onto the seat of the chair spreading her peg obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one hired hand to probe her own deepness with the dildo while the former 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 pacing, and slowly picked up speed. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, came to focus on greenback, half lidded, and her lip sagged open in a facial expression of pudden-head ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the brawniness of her legs to jounce up and down on the dildo. This made her tit bob provocatively with their diamond-hard nipples and puckered aureolae, as she kept time gasping `` Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ''.

I could recount that Bill was very close. It appeared from diverse hint 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 cock, about six inches from Margie 's cunt. Then four inches. Then two in. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could palpate her passion in his balls. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a expression of pain, loving this. Loving her own feelings and loving her effect on this man. Her mouth was loose and her face looked hungriness as she bounced. The tv camera showed as with one hired hand, she covered Bill 's hand with her own, stroking his cock in time with her own passionate movements, the two mitt touching and moving as one.

There was a rapid movement on screen as the camera shook, and a blob of white cum smacked into Margie 's brass. Another splashed up onto her chest. She jumped forward and in a movement plunged her mouth over flier 's spasming organ. Bill dropped the camera, which fortunately came to reside where I could see the scene at a bizarre Angle. bank note 's script clenched her hair as she gripped his butt joint, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be bit, until Bill stilled and at last-place fell back into his chair facing her. They sat and panted.

bill broke the silence first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. circular reflected a second, and added, `` You know, if all I did was hint that affair, '' pointing at the dildo, `` it would n't really be touching you. ''

Margie was flushed, and could only nod enthusiastically. invoice set the photographic camera down on the desk again, facing the wall. Damn !

Then I heard Margie, pleading, `` The camera. Get the picture. I want you to make up me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease earn me cum, bank note. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

Bill perched the photographic camera so it showed the picture in profile. Bill knelt between Margie 's wooden leg. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her legs over the arms of the death chair exposing herself widely. eyeshade inspected the flannel plastic pecker smile, and then, looking into Margie 's eyes, began to slowly slew it into her initiative. As he did this, she threw her drumhead back again, closing her optic and opening her oral cavity in a silent scream. vizor slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the token with his digit. His expression lowered so that she could finger his breath on her well up mons pubis, and then he lowered his glossa to brush lightly over her satiate clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's gray hair with her right hand. At start I thought she might stuff him abruptly away, but, bringing her heel up onto the seat of the chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulder joint and her heel, and rammed Bill 's face into her overwrought pussy. government note was match to the task, and brought his hands into bid, 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 tongue in and out and in and out of her swollen vagina. Margie was in go and block as her first orgasm thundered through. `` Aaaaah ... '' was all she could say.

Bill showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her butt cheeks tightly, forcing his aspect into her all-embracing 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 chairwoman standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulders on the limb of the death chair. In her state, she was powerless to withstand if she had wanted to.

Then Bill really went to work. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to minister to her with his sass from fundament. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect member up and down the wide-stretched valley of her ass. Margie brought her stifle up onto the seat of the hot seat, ass pointed out into the room, lowering herself to the perfect tiptop, and Bill rammed his ruggedness base into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her idea with animal heat, oblivious now of married man, tv camera, job, or anything human. She hungered for hot semen with the primal passionateness of an animal, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most introductory rite of all living creatures since meter immemorial. She pushed back against Bill, spreading herself all-encompassing 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 thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the office door. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. handbill grasped the inside of Margie 's hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed his dick as cryptical into her as physics would allow. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with rival force, savoring the pumping of Bill 's balls, aglow with the aboriginal satisfaction of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living animate being must follow. For a timeless moment they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the last of various times I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded eyes, I was aware of the ending to this strange motion-picture show, one that I would view many clip, 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 simply warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .