I love sex. I love looking at sexy women. I married a sexy charwoman. I look at pictures of aphrodisiac cleaning lady. Somewhere along the line, I do n't cognise when, all those sexy women on the internet made me forget about the very affair I have at nursing home. I think it was basically bad timing ; shift employment takes its bell. It can reach you a little bit crazy. This is a tarradiddle about how my Loretta Young married woman taught me a lesson, and about how I came to realize the value of the real affair. I 'm a fall guy, but I can be taught.

I did n't really think anything of it when Margie told me she was taking the digital camera and all the equipment to work. She told me that she wanted to read the radio set infrared feature to one of the chief, who was thinking of buying one. She even told me I could watch. It would show up on our web Sir Frederick Handley Page at about high noon, during her tiffin hour. You see, this is a really decent digital photographic camera that allows you to download medium declaration movies in veridical fourth dimension through an infrared light gimmick that plugs into a USB port wine. It 's like an ordinary webcam except that it uses a data contraction dodging to produce a really high-quality image in real metre over a high speed connection. Just put the television camera on `` video recording '', pick a menu point, and voila ! Living coloring on your computer screen. You can even well out the compressed output onto the net to any number of multitude, which is how Margie was sharing it with me.

I 've been working 3-midnight at the local utility plant, so I 'm put-upon to being alone at home that time of day. In fact, I 'm usually on the computer at about that clip, looking at and downloading X-rated pictures. I kept telling myself that it was just role of my pattern internal secretion, voice of the normal manful pursuance for some `` strange '', but it was so well-off to find oneself these situation that I developed a wooden, vacuous habit of beating off every day while looking at the computer screen. I do n't think I even enjoyed it that much ; it was just another habit. At the same time, my healthy sex drive started to dry up and I started to neglect my beautiful, sexy slight wife. I assumed she did n't know about my private activity, when in fact ( I realize now ) she was getting Sir Thomas More and more defeated and a little 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 screen. See ? '' It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must make been above the view of the filmdom, because I could see her face looking intently at something just above the genus Lens of the tv camera. I could also see beyond her to a gray man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas party -- flimsy, athletic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just in high spirits enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support staff to execute his filing and former mundane tasks. The reenforcement staff included Margie.

'' That 's wild ! '' he said. `` I 'll choose one. ``

But he was n't looking at the projection screen. He had leaned slightly back, and was looking whimsically at Margie 's ass, bent grass over in front line 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 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 charge. And when I 'm in the right mood, I start to get a minuscule worked up. Feeling your eyes on me ... it makes me require to picture you more. '' There was a here and now of silence while this sank in. `` Like now. '' There was a long consequence of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a snap in her voice, she added, `` Would you like to see a little more, Mr. Grindy ? Right now ? ``

Margie had moved away from the estimator and was out of the tv camera 's persuasion, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off photographic camera, swallowed, and said, `` Yes ... Yes, of course. And call me government note. ``

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

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

'' engage the camera away from your face and expression at the figurer screen. You can point the camera by watching there. Is n't that More natural ? '' The camera jerked amateurishly while government note found his travelling bag, and then became steady. Margie was leaning against one of his filing cabinets on the other position of Bill 's desk. She was wearing a tight, ribbed white top and tight black pants that fit her like a miracle below the shank. The tantalization of the top hugged her skin and outlined the contours of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which stood out from her exceptionally fragile waist. She ate healthily and kept herself in shape.

Margie continued. In a kind voice, almost as if talking to a baby, she said, `` I can tell when you 're watching me, you know. When I walk by, or when I file. Did anyone ever tell you, you have a very courteous smile ? '' She brought her hands up to her head and bunched her long twist on top of her head in a mannerism, smiling gently herself. I realized what a startlingly beautiful woman my wife was. She was as beautiful as any cleaning lady on a magazine publisher screen. And about as far away, right now. She continued, `` You know, some women are attracted to older men. ``

Margie 's personate brought her large breast forward and up. She twisted, left to right to left, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the Lapplander time, I observed that flier had found the zoom push, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must ingest felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the estimator blind from her fix. 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 check to make trusted these files are in order, '' she said, sounding playful. She turned to confront the opposite direction, opened the bottom draftsman of the filing console, and bent over at the shank. This gave a delightful view of Margie 's ass in her stringent inglorious pants. I realized that this scene had played out before, as part of Margie 's normal duty. 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 banknote the opportunity to savor this treat anytime he wanted, on video.

This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the place posing in respective office-duty affectation, smoothing herself with her palms and making respective bent-over pose, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the camera, playing a persona 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 whole vista had started to make for out, I was shocked and angry. What was my adult female doing, letting another man think lustful thoughts about her, strutting around for his personal entertainment ? What did she mean she enjoyed it ? That old fop ? Did that mean that she thought about going further ?

But then, sitting there in nominal head 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 apprise. 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 tenderness 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 shut out the door. '' she said, and did so. She turned around and came back over to the desk, scooting her coffin nail up onto the recession. 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 take to ask. Bill must have nodded.

Margie brought her hands to her waistline and hooked the finger of both hands under the boundary of the white-ribbed top. Then she slowly brought the cloth up across the hardened plane of her breadbasket, stretched it to land it over the swell of her titty, and released it there so that she could work on pulling off the sleeves. beak 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 boob to good force. They gently swelled above the top of the fabric, and formed an ask for valley of smooth cutis between that plunged into iniquity. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing in the now silent room. After a moment 's suspension, collecting braveness, 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 matrimonial. '' And she winked at the camera. I gulped. Despite the impropriety that she was taking with this man, a stranger to me, there was still an intimacy between us. He did n't get it on that I was watching it all. That was a limited niggling secret for Margie and me alone. Margie sat for a long consequence while billhook only watched. Then she lightly hefted her white meat, frowning, and"Do you like these ? Would you care to see how they look without the bra ? '' Again, the solvent from pecker was inaudible.

'' Would you undo me ? '' she asked, turning to look the early way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a moment. Then it came up again, to prove Margie, with the broad area of her spinal column filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to cover her boob. My good, even her rachis was gorgeous ! By the tincture of definition in the backbone, it was obvious that she worked out.

Then Margie gracefully turned to present the camera, still covering her breasts with her hands. She smiled, and said in a bothersome voice, `` I do n't know if a married char should be showing her breast to another man. Maybe I should just sustain them covered. It feels good to disturb them though. I 'm going to touch them now. Is that OK ? '' All the while she was slowly manipulating her breast with her workforce, gently rotating and squeezing them in front of the camera. Never completely uncovering them. She brushed her unseen nipples with her ribbon. She sometimes lifted her hands away, but never showed her wide-cut bosom to the camera. Never let her nipples appearance. You could narrate the accurate weight and size of them. You could see how they rose and fell and bobbled. It was incredibly stimulating. How I wished that those script were mine !

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

throwaway coughed, and whispered, `` I want to see them. usher 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 palm tree against the breasts so they rubbed over her mammilla and hummed `` Mmmm. Maybe I should picture them to you. My mamilla are getting so unvoiced ! '' She rotated her hands in heavy and large roach until at last the finish tit was seeable. She squeezed them, hefted them, pushed them together. At the same time, she bent forward toward Bill. I imagined that she must be mere inches from his cheek. Her teat thrust upward, stiff and hard.

'' Take a unspoiled feel, Bill. I wish that you could absorb on them. In my thinker I can sense you sucking on them right now. I wish you could run your workforce over them and fiddle with them. Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Would you like to see how wet you make me, poster ? Do you want me to adopt off my bloomers ? Do you desire to see a married adult female 's panties ? All moist ? Moist because of you, Bill ? ``

These were n't serious head, because she had already unzipped the knickers, and was sinuously peeling the pants down as she spoke. She pulled the bloomers apart at the slide fastener, showing her low-cut red satin panties, lacy. Then she began to peel, turning this way and that so Bill could appreciate all the views of this sensuous act. For a bit the knickers caught on her panty and a few wisps of pubic hair peeked out from the top ; then they snapped back. The drawers continued to writhe down, first over the gallant of her hindquarters, and then down in front. The rim of her vagina were clearly outlined in red satin, which appeared very moist. The camera zoomed in on the vagina sass. 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 camera zoomed back to evince my topless married woman finally kicking off her trouser, squaring her peg, hired hand on hips, wiggling her tit, and smiling at the television camera. `` Do you see what you do to me, posting ? 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, neb ? Show it to me. demo me what I want to see. Do n't make me come up get it. We 're not supposed to touch. I 'm a marry woman. I ca n't just be feeling up some guy 's dick in his power. You have to do it for me, eyeshade. ``

Once again, the photographic camera was placed on the desk. But this time, vizor, turned it around to look himself. Clever Margie. By letting Federal Reserve note be intimate that he was recording, she insured that he would be heedful to put down 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 nude wife only two feet away from him. She knelt as he undid his belt, as he unzipped his gasp, and, no strip teaser, pulled pants and Boxer underdrawers to the ground in a ace move. Margie knelt on the trading floor before him and sat back on her haunches where she could inspect his rigourousness at eye level. She leaned forward so close that he could surely feel her affectionate breath on it. `` Oh, it 's beautiful. '' she groaned. `` I wish that I could touch it. I 'll bet it feels honest 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 dumbbell rubbing against your big old hard cock ? '' And with this, she squeezed her own dope.

Bill was transported. He began to stroke slowly up and down. Margie smiled through half-lidded centre, satisfied with this forward motion. In prison term with visor 's effort, she rubbed her hands up and down between and over her breasts. She milked them in time to poster 's own milking, only inches away.

Her mouth hung open, and she sounded drugged. `` I have something else to render you, banknote. You liked it when I leaned over your desk earlier, remember ? I want to lean over your desk again. '' She swept away a muckle 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 panties off. You 'd better get the camera. You only need one hand to hold back it. '' invoice took the camera, and focused on the pantied behind of my wife. Meanwhile she stood straight, helping hand at her incline, and knack at the waist. This left her lying with her belly on the desk facing away from Bill and the camera, with her blazon lying uselessly along her side and her hands relaxed on either side of her can. In this position, she could touch the waistband of the panties behind her back, inches from the tv camera, and I suppose, column inch from Bill 's face. Bill was doing his best to capture the complete impression with the tv camera, lifting it and holding it to either side.

'' I 'm going to pull them down, now. Are you ready ? '' And Margie hooked her thumb under the girdle and peeled slowly downward in this degrading and exposed position, sliding the quiet silk over her flawless Patrick Victor Martindale White earth centimeter by centimeter. First the pass became visible, captured so flawlessly by this remarkable camera that you could almost feel the downy pig. Then the wide `` V '' of the scissure. Then the anus, garden pink, wrinkled and light. Margie is a woman with slender legs set far enough apart on her hips that you can see between them even when her knee joint are touching. So when the panties descended low enough, Bill and I had a clear view of Margie 's Twin Falls backtalk, moist and warm-looking, shadowed in the dark cave between her wooden leg and the top of her panties.

She held that affectation for a few bit under Bill 's inspecting eye, with her panties clutching her upper thigh as far as her radiocarpal joint could bend around the edge of the desk. `` I do n't intend I can get them any farther, '' she teased. `` You 'll have to help. '' And she wiggled her pelvis, slowly waving her buns from slope to side.

peak 's bridge player came onto the screen. The one with which he had been stroking himself. It gently smoothed offset one and then the former of the two overturned cheeks. The face that filled the cover. 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 come to. ``

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

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

'' OK. Then it 's all right. '' Margie croaked. She had begun rotating her hips down and up, involuntarily pushing against peak 's fond helping hand. Bill slowly pulled the panties down one-handedly, as if unveiling a great oeuvre of art. When they were low enough, he ran his hand between Margie 's legs, up and down the inside of her second joint, eliciting a gasp, and then a whimper. He swept the panties to the ground and the adult female quickly kicked them off and stepped outward with each leg, widening the gap, making her thirsty pussy available for whatever this man wanted. I saw Bill 's hand brush the very top inside of Margie 's thighs, back and forth a couple of times, then saw it rub Margie 's engorged rim, touching lightly along the edge with the fingertips, and then saw his thumb disappear between those rim. A gasp 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 light contact to the clit with his knuckles rhythmically as he slid slightly in and out of the vaginal possibility with his thumb.

This only went on for a few seconds, and then there was something like a scuffle and Margie jumped away. `` Oh my God, I ca n't brook it. That 's so gooood, billhook. But I 'm a tie woman. We agreed ! And I think ... '' she gasped a moment, `` ... I think you were about to touch me. '' Margie continued panting. `` We 'd amend just spirit 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 land the camera equipment, rummaged around in it frantically, and trotted back with a Andrew Dickson White plastic aim. She pulled a wooden office electric chair with limb up to face account, flopped down in a slouch, and lifted one leg over an arm of the death chair. Her slit was wide-eyed and damp and totally exposed. Her breasts rocked, and parted. I recognized the object as a dildo Margie owned.

This dildo was a strange thing. It was longsighted and rather flimsy, made to resemble a stretched out phallus with balls and all, but much thinner than most actual ones, and smooth, like porcelain. I had always imagined it was some sort of learner 's mannikin for young little girl who had n't quite stretched out to a cleaning lady 's attribute. I thought Margie kept it in her nightstand as form of a token of her childhood. I did n't dream that she actually still used it. What a pot I am.
Margie poised the aim at the chess opening of her vagina, the fingertips of her other mitt gently brushing and rubbing her clitoris. She breathed heavily as she looked at circular. Through half-lidded oculus, she said, `` This is you. '' and began to slide the aim into her vagina. At this initial penetration she gasped and threw her capitulum back. As it receded inch by inch, she groaned ; then hoarsely croaked `` Yes ! '' At full incursion, she allowed her mouth to goggle open. She lifted her former understructure onto the seat of the chairwoman spreading her legs obscenely as if for a pelvic exam. She used one handwriting to dig into her own depths with the dildo while the other widened her slit and rubbed lightly over the region of her clitoris with her fingertips. She proceeded with this, beginning to screech at the Lapp tempo, and slowly picked up focal ratio. Her middle, which had been rolled back, came to rivet on broadside, half lidded, and her mouth sagged undetermined in a look of stupid ecstasy. Soon she was thrusting the dildo deep within, and began using the brawniness of her stage to reverberate up and down on the dildo. This made her bosom 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 versatile hint that he was kneeling in presence of Margie, holding the camera with one handwriting while he serviced himself with the other. This was confirmed when the camera shifted down and I could see his hand stroking his putz, about six column inch from Margie 's pussy. Then four inches. Then two inches. He pointed himself up over her belly, and I imagined he could palpate her warmth in his nut. Meanwhile, Margie worked on herself with almost a flavor of pain, loving this. Loving her own feelings and loving her upshot on this man. Her mouth was receptive and her boldness looked hungriness as she bounced. The camera showed as with one deal, she covered posting 's handwriting with her own, stroking his rooster in prison term with her own passionate movements, the two hands touching and moving as one.

There was a speedy movement on sieve as the camera shook, and a blob of white cum smacked into Margie 's brass. Another splashed up onto her bosom. She jumped forward and in a movement plunged her mouth over Bill 's spasming organ. government note dropped the photographic camera, which fortunately came to stay where I could see the scene at a freakish angle. account 's hand clenched her hairsbreadth as she gripped his buns, inhaling his organ, and sucking and bobbing and sucking for what seemed to be bit, until pecker stilled and at lastly fell back into his death chair facing her. They sat and panted.

Bill broke the muteness first. `` I thought you said ... '' but she shushed him. placard reflected a moment, and added, `` You know, if all I did was touch that affair, '' pointing at the dildo, `` it would n't really be touching you. ''

Margie was flushed, and could only nod enthusiastically. Bill set the tv 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 me cum. I want a picture of me cumming. Pleeease puddle me cum, posting. Pleeease ! '' She sounded desperate.

Bill perched the television camera so it showed the setting in profile. banknote knelt between Margie 's branch. She, meanwhile, had once again flopped her branch over the weapons system of the electric chair exposing herself widely. measure inspected the white plastic tool smile, and then, looking into Margie 's optic, began to slowly slide it into her first step. As he did this, she threw her head back again, closing her center and opening her mouth in a still shriek. bank bill slid the dildo in and out slowly, but soon surreptitiously replaced the point with his finger. His face lowered so that she could feel his breath on her egotistic Monday, and then he lowered his tongue to brush lightly over her engorged clitoris.

Margie groaned and clutched Bill 's gray hair with her right hand. At first I thought she might shove him abruptly away, but, bringing her heel up onto the rear end of the chair, she lifted herself, suspended only by her shoulder joint and her bounder, and rammed notice 's face into her overwrought pussy. Bill was rival to the task, and brought his handwriting into play, using the skill of an Old man to pleasure her entire trunk, rubbing up and down her position, over her breasts, tweaking the mamilla, rubbing the inside of her second joint, and kneading Margie 's ass as he forced his natural language in and out and in and out of her swell vagina. Margie was in ecstasy 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 natural language over Margie 's vagina, squeezing her ass cheeks tightly, forcing his face into her wide vagina as he milked another deafening orgasm from my sexually cross wife. Then in an moment he lifted her. Turned her around so that she was knack over the death chair standing with her ass in the air, supporting herself by the shoulders on the munition of the chairman. In her body politic, she was powerless to resist if she had wanted to.

Then note really went to work. He stroked her legs and ass as he continued to minister to her with his mouth from tush. Then he stood and rubbed his once again erect fellow member up and down the wide-stretched vale of her ass. Margie brought her human knee up onto the seat of the electric chair, ass pointed out into the elbow room, lowering herself to the perfect height, and billhook rammed his rigor home into my gorgeous wife, now completely out of her idea with animal passion, oblivious now of married man, camera, job, or anything homo. She hungered for hot semen with the primal passionateness of an fauna, with the lust of propagating the species, in the most basic rite of all living creatures since prison term immemorial. She pushed back against notice, spreading herself wide using her hands. She slapped her ass obscenely against him as he rammed into her over and over again. Her hanging bosom swung back and Forth with his thrusts. `` Fuck me ! '' she cried, not caring that she might be heard through the part doorway. `` Fuck me ! ``

They came together. Bill grasped the inside of Margie 's articulatio coxae and pulled her back into him as he pushed his peter as cryptic into her as physics would let. She accepted this gratefully, and pushed herself back with peer force, savoring the pumping of poster 's globe, aglow with the primordial atonement of perpetuating the species, of completing the one act at which all living creatures must come through. For a timeless present moment they were not even human, yet completely human.

I came with them too, the cobbler's last of several times I had pumped myself off during this spectacle. Through half-lidded center, I was mindful of the ending to this strange picture show, one that I would watch many times, 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. `` This is your only warning, asshole. '' she said, and switched it off .