She runs her hands down the length of her body. Her fingers trail lightly over the black lingerie she chose for the evening—a sheer see-through negligée tied loosely around her waist that barely covers her black lace bra and matching thong. She moves her hands over her hips, her fingers slipping into the hooks of her garter. She pulls at the straps that hold up her thigh-high nylons, knowing how exquisite her long, shapely legs and her heart-shaped bottom must look in her elegant ensemble.
Slowly she moves her hands between her legs, grazing her fingers over her pubic mound. A shudder runs through her. She needs to be careful. She can’t allow herself to lose control… not yet. She raises her hands up, caressing the soft skin of her breasts, her neck, her cheeks. She fingers her long black earrings, a recent gift from her husband. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, her makeup done just so. No detail has been omitted.
She looks absolutely stunning, and she knows it.
She takes a step into the bedroom, then pauses. A slight smile graces her lips. An object is set in her path, right where she placed it earlier. A camera. She stares straight at it, knowing on the other side of the small, innocuous lens her audience is watching her every move. Another shudder of excitement runs through her. She steps toward the camera, with purpose. Her face remains focused, her pouty lips poised for seduction. Once again she runs her hands over the sheer bodice of her negligée. She teases it open, allowing her audience a glimpse at her body… her large, full breasts, her flat stomach, her long, slender legs. She can’t help but smile again.
She is enjoying this, no doubt.
She wonders how her audience is enjoying their evening thus far… she suspects they are enjoying it immensely.
No, she knows they are.
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She could’ve been a model—that’s what everyone told her. It was certainly a possibility. Smiling for the camera came easy enough. Even when she wasn’t dressed provocatively in her bedroom, her stunning looks could capture an audience anywhere she turned. Clad in only a tight sweater and pair of jeans she could lure even the most stoic of men into her aura. And women, too, she supposed, although she preferred the idea of men losing their ability to even think as she delicately wet her lips with her tongue, or lowered her eyes in a seductive glance. Maybe someday a career in front of the camera would be on the cards, she thought. Tonight, there was only one audience she wished to capture the attention of… the individual on the other side of the lens.
She moves over to a full-length mirror next to her bed, making sure her whole body is still in full view of the camera behind her. Slowly she teases her negligée up over her hips, baring the tantalising flesh of her perfect bottom. Her hips sway from side to side as she slips her negligée from her shoulders, exposing the smooth skin of her bare back… teasing… tormenting her unseen admirer. She glances over to the bed, thinking about what she is about to do next. A warm tingle emanates from between her legs.
She stares at herself in the mirror, forgetting about the camera for a moment. When was the last time she felt this seductive? This powerful? This in control? It had been a while, she had to admit. Maybe before she was married, when she was still dating. As a beautiful, single woman she had always enjoyed the power she held over men. She considered them her little pawns, always willing to do her bidding for the chance to be with her. Unlike many girls who allow a man into their bed with a mere swipe on a phone, she revelled in the rituals of courtship. The dinner invitations. The gifts. The offers for trips around the world. Yes, she was a luxurious woman, and attracted wealthy men of means—she could not deny that fact. If such men wished to spoil her lavishly and treat her as a goddess, who was she to refuse?
While she had enjoyed her fun, she knew when she met her husband that he stood above all others, and always would. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. Yet, a small part of her knew she would one day miss her single life… being treated like a queen by a constant trail of handsome suitors could become addictive. Her husband treated her better than anyone, in fact, but it was different. He was her companion. They loved each other like no one else. When he spoiled her with gifts of fine jewellery, it wasn’t with the intent of hoping she would one day allow him to get close to her, or spread her legs for him. She would do that even if he were penniless. No, it was the idea of a complete stranger seeking her attention that thrilled her.
Romance was something she cherished. The furtive glances. The secret winks. Now, she could only imagine a strong, handsome gentleman asking her to dinner, or sending her a beautiful bouquet of roses. She could only imagine sitting across from a stranger in a dimly lit bar, their gaze lingering upon one another, their hands accidentally touching, a tingle rushing between her legs. She could only imagine the idea of inviting a strange man into her bedroom, to allow a complete stranger to watch her undress.
Not that she needed any of those things, of course. She was perfectly happy… but it was fun to imagine… that’s where the camera came in.
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It was her husband’s idea. He knew when they married that a woman as beautiful as she was not an object to lock tightly in a box and throw away the key. Denying the world such beauty was a sin, he felt. He was also aware his wife enjoyed the occasional display of flirting with a handsome stranger, to renew her confidence that her beauty would never die. He was perfectly willing to allow the world to continue to enjoy such beauty… with limits, of course.
“Pretend you’re seducing someone you don’t know,” he told her when he handed her the camera. “Pretend you’re pleasuring yourself while a complete stranger watches you.”
“Are you sure?” She handled the camera carefully as if it were alive. At first, she didn’t think she could do it. Despite her love of fancy jewellery and her lavish lifestyle, she was a modest woman. Showing off her body, as beautiful as it was, didn’t come naturally to her.
“You can pretend you’re putting on a show for me,” her husband suggested. “When you feel it’s the right moment, then you can imagine I’ve left the room, and a stranger took my place.”
The moment the words left his lips she felt a warm puddle between her legs. The idea of pleasuring herself in front of her husband, and knowing he was watching, and maybe even touching himself as she touched herself made her wet. Thinking about pleasuring herself in front of someone she didn’t know made her nearly come.
That’s what she would do, she decided. She would put on a show for her husband… then when the time felt right, she would imagine a complete stranger was watching her… she would tease the boys… both of them… at least, that’s how it started.
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She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, then slips it off. She dangles it between her fingers a moment before letting it fall to the floor. The mirror captures her every action, as does the camera behind her. She imagines her audience mesmerised by her slow, sensual movements. She runs her hands over her bare breasts, squeezing them. Her nipples stiffen with anticipation of what is about to come.
Slowly she steps one foot out of her black high heel pumps, then the other. She gently pushes them aside. She steps over to the bed and lets her body fall upon the soft king size mattress. She stretches her arms over her head, rolling back and forth over the crisp white linens. She spreads her legs, taking the position she would if her lover were in the room, cupping her breasts and arching her back, her eyes fixated on the space before her. There is no one there with her but the camera… it doesn’t matter. It feels as real as day.
She closes her eyes.
She knows on the other side of her camera only her husband watches her, but she can already feel the rush of adrenaline thinking that maybe, just maybe someone else is there too, watching her. Perhaps her husband has invited a business colleague into the room where her nearly naked figure is currently displayed on the monitor. Maybe he invited a friend who knows them both to watch her little show, allowing a glimpse into the treasure he holds. Maybe it’s a bit of a power trip… maybe it’s something else.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she repeated to her husband before he left.
“Yes, I’m sure. Just do whatever comes naturally.”
“And you won’t be jealous… if I… you know… think about someone else?”
He smiled, then kissed her on the forehead. “I would be upset if you didn’t.”
Her love for her husband could not have been more if she wanted. He was giving her everything she desired… and she believed something he desired as well.
She opens her eyes, staring at the small lens in front of her.
“Where are you, my naughty boys?” she smiles. She arches her body, her hips rolling in small, sensual circles to an internal rhythm only she can feel. She runs her hands down the front of her body, sliding her hands over her thighs, then between her legs.
She gasps.
She is wetter than she thought. Her entire body is on fire, awash with arousal. This is going to be good… so very good, she tells herself.
Keeping her eyes locked on the camera’s omniscient gaze, she slips her panties off. The lips of her pussy are shaved bare, just a tiny patch of dark hair remaining on her pubic mound. Her body is now nude except for her garter and thigh-high stockings. She spreads her legs apart and pushes her feet into the bed, raising her hips. She wets her fingers. Her hands move between her legs, to her bare pussy. She touches herself, tentatively at first. Her fingers slip between the folds of her warm, wet slit, and grow slick with her juices. She begins to rub herself in small, sensual circles, spreading her lips as her fingers tease over her clit and her wet opening. She moans softly as she inserts a finger inside her. She can feel herself opening, wider, and wider still.
She closes her eyes, sliding her finger into her more deeply. She inserts another finger, then another. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to keep her arousal in check. It’s no use. Her body is engulfed with desire. She continues to move her hips in sensual circles. Her moans grow deeper, more urgent. Her fingers slide in and out more rapidly. A shudder rushes through her. Her thighs quiver, her toes curl. Her entire body trembles. She can already feel her orgasm rushing to the surface of her skin, and she has barely begun.
~
She has placed a toy in her nightstand, and now she grabs it. The heavy rubber weight of her large vibrating wand feels good in her hands. She turns it on, and presses it between her legs, touching her outer lips. She nearly comes from just the vibration. Her mind goes blank.
“Are you watching me?” she whimpers. “Are you watching me pleasure myself with this long, hard toy, imagining it was your thick cock?”
Her voice is a whisper.
“Is this what you wanted to see? Your naughty wife touching herself? Are you stroking yourself as you watch me?”
She imagines her husband in a dark room, staring at her. She imagines his hand circled around his erect cock, his fist pulsing up and down as he pleasures himself to the sight of her masturbating. The thought makes her even wetter with desire. She pushes the wand more firmly against her pussy and gasps.
“That’s it—are you stroking yourself while I tease you? Are you so hard knowing you can only watch me, but not touch my body?”
She turns over on all fours, pushing the long, dark vibrating wand between her legs. She spreads her thighs as wide as possible, her silk nylons sliding smoothly over the soft white sheets. She holds the wand firmly against her mound and cries out. Her body begins to convulse. She thrusts her hips higher, lowering her head down into the pillows. Her hard nipples graze the bedding. She fondles her engorged breasts and cries out louder, not caring who can hear her. She squeezes her eyes shut, imagining her audience fixated on her every move. The unseen pair of eyes staring at her fingers between her dripping wet folds, watching the phallic toy between her legs as she bucks furiously against it.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop… don’t stop,” she moans. “Please… never stop…” Her whimpers turn to screams. Louder and louder she calls out, losing her breath in a heated gasp until her voice is unrecognizable even to herself.
Her body thrashes wildly as she struggles to keep the wand pressed against her throbbing cunt. “Oh, God, I can’t take it any longer—I’m going to come! I’m coming so fucking hard!”
She reaches behind her and shoves the wand hard against her wet pussy, the vibrating head mercilessly pulsing against her bare lips. She can contain herself no longer.
The wave of her orgasm rushes through her. She squeezes her eyes shut until she sees stars. A brief pause, then the pulsing rhythm begins again. The throbbing between her legs is unbearable.
Her hips push back against the wand, except now it’s not a toy that she feels between her legs. The phallus pushing against her has become real. She wants so desperately to feel that phallus plunged deep inside her aching pussy lips. She arches her back and thrusts her hips back, willing her unseen lover to thrust his long hard cock deep within her. She cries out.
“Give it to me—give me your cock! Please don’t deny me any longer!”
She’s begging, desperate to be fucked. Desperate to be taken.
Then, she feels it.
A long, hard cock slides into her. She arches her back and thrusts her hips back, meeting the masculine force behind her. She grabs the bedsheets, nearly tearing them apart with her fingers.
She cries out.
“Yes, oh God yes—fuck me with that cock. Fuck me so hard!”
Her body convulses. This is what she wanted so badly. This is what she craved. Her mind is awash with images. Her husband stroking his cock, watching her. The camera, capturing her every desire. The unseen cock between her legs. The quiet interior of her bedroom, where she is on all fours, dressed in her most provocative lingerie, putting on the most erotic show she can fathom.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck me just like that!” she screams.
Her body continues to thrust back and forth. She can feel it now. A lover. A cock sliding in and out of her. It’s unfamiliar in its rhythm. It penetrates her deeply, giving her everything she craved.
“Oh, God!” she gasps.
Her body explodes. A deep, rushing river comes crashing through the surface of her skin. Her hips drive backwards. Her legs quiver as her pussy erupts with a gushing spray of liquid.
“I’m coming! I’m fucking coming so fucking hard!”
Her screams pierce the stillness of her bedroom, before returning to mere whimpers, then silence. Her body relaxes. She catches her breath. She is aware of the toy continuing to pulse between her legs. Normally, she would remove it, satisfied by a series of fulfilling orgasms.
Not tonight.
She needs more.
She rolls over and spreads her legs apart. The toy remains pressed against her bare pussy. She thrusts her hips up and down as she holds the thick heavy phallus in place as if the toy were not a toy at all. She moves her body as if it were a cock in front of her, about to take her once again. She squeezes her breasts, pushing them together, as her fingers tantalise her nipples. The incessant fire between her legs spreads through her entire body. She rolls her hips, imagining a lover has somehow stepped into her bedroom. She imagines her husband is still watching as a stranger approaches the bed and strips naked before her, his thick, hard cock standing erect just a mere few feet away.
Would her husband want to watch her touch that cock, and suck it between her lips? Would he want to watch her fondle the stranger’s balls, and run her tongue up and down his thick shaft? Would he want to watch her lay back and spread her legs, and accept the stranger’s cock inside her?
Yes, she thinks he would.
She stares at the camera. Her eyes narrow into dark slits of desire. Her husband is watching. She wants him to know just how aroused she is by the thought of him touching himself. She wants him to know just how turned on she is by the idea of her body on full display for an unseen audience. She wants him to know just how badly she loves the idea of teasing him, until he can no longer take it. She wants him to know this is something she has wanted for a long time.
“I’m going to make you explode,” she whispers.
She spreads her lips apart and pushes the wand against her clit. She screams.
“Oh, God yes!” she cries out as her body convulses. “I’m coming! I’m coming! He’s making me come so hard!”
She thrusts her hips against the phallus between her legs. Her inhibitions are gone. She desperately reaches for the stranger’s cock before her. All she can imagine is his thick, hard cock plunging into her. Again and again, she screams as wave after wave of bliss rolls through her, taking her new lover’s cock as her husband watches.
She cries out in a final scream of pleasure, then collapses. Her body goes inert. Her breath is gone. Her strength has been taken from her. She remains motionless, bathed in pure satisfaction.
Slowly she rolls over and sets her toy aside, and turns to face her audience.
She stares at the camera. She can’t help the smile forming on her lips. Did her husband touch himself as she touched herself? Did they share in a moment of pure, unbridled joy? Did he pleasure himself as hard as she did? Did he hear her moaning and her cries of pleasure from imagining a stranger’s cock?
She can only hope that he did.
She can also only wonder who else might have been watching.
The End
Read all about the wonderful author: Sidney Sitravon
