I worked in the Home and Office
security business, have done since I left college
and even in those few years thing have move on
tremulously. Thing have become small and more
effective and the recording equipment better than
ever before. Like most workman my house wasn't state
of the art in fact there was no protection at all.
My wife Sue was always on at me to install simple
things like a smoke detector but you know how it is,
never enough time.
It was Christmas and the boss gave me a good bonus
for the company had met all it targets for the year
and he also introduced a discount scheme for
employee to buy equipment very cheaply. It was just
the spur I needed so with my handful of cash I
bought so really fine stuff. One of the items I was
keen to get my hands on was an I.R. detectors that
included very small color cameras. The most
expensive items were the twin DVD recorders with the
latest compression software that could record 24
hours of high quality video on one disk. They were
so expensive that I could only afford to buy one so
that limited the number of cameras I could have to
two; I would have dearly loved to have one mounted
in every room but I had to select the two most
productive.
My young wife was delighted that at last our home
would be fully protected from fire and theft. Over
the Christmas holidays I spent my time wiring out
the house and fixing the I.R. motion detector in all
rooms and I used the two special ones that contained
the cameras, in just two key places, the bedroom and
the bathroom. I wired it all back to my basement den
where I installed the twin recorders and small color
monitor.
In the back of my mind I had another agenda, one
that I've keep secret from my beautiful wife. I was
a secret wife watcher and loved nothing better than
to watch her dress or undress without her knowing I
was there. The cameras mounted in the two prime
locations would help me not only to watch her live
but I could record her as well. By New Year's Eve I
was testing all the circuits and doing light level
test on the two cameras. I was confident that she
would never guess that they were there for even if
you took the units apart you would never identify
the cameras. It was all one circuit board with a
small bubble lens mounted in front of a light
sensitive chip.
We were going to a New Year's party that night so
for the first time I could try my new system out on
a live subject. Mandy, my pretty young wife went
upstairs for her bath at about 4 and I watched her
undress in the bedroom and then she lay soaking in
the bath. Almost immediately I got my first hit,
while soaking in the bath she cupped her fine tits,
a good handful at 36D and started to give them a
good mauling. Since we first met some four years ago
I've always know she like her tits worked on and the
fastest way of getting her off was to spend some
time on them; not the most arduous task in the
world. Then after many minute of squeezing them and
pinching her nipples her hand descended down to
between her legs and disappeared from sight under
the dirty water. It didn't take a Rocket Scientist
to work out what she was doing, for the water was
lapping over the rim and her whole body shuddered as
she came. I suddenly had a fear that I hadn't
switched on the recorders but after checking I found
that I had.
She entered our bedroom dry and still naked to start
to get dressed for the evening out. First she put on
a pair of light blue knickers and then sat at her
dressing table to do her makeup and brush her short
hair for what seemed like hours. Out of the closet
she pulled a light blue party dress that I had never
seen before and she pulled it on feet first. It had
only one shoulder strap and was quite low at the
front and I remembered that she didn't put a bra on
first. I thought it time for me to put in an
appearance.
"What do you think?" she asked giving me a
twirl.
"Mmm, it's lovely, is it new?" I asked.
"Fairly," she admitted, "shall I wear
it with or without a bra?"
"I don't know," I said "try both and
I see."
I was then treated to a small strip show as her
luscious tits came into and out of my vision.
"Without," I said coming to a decision,
"shows off your great tits nicely."
"Stop it," she scolded but I could tell
she like hearing me say things like that.
I must take a small time out to tell you about Sue
my 24-year-old wife. She 5, 3 tall with blond hair
that these days she keeps cut short. Her figure is a
very nice 36D, 26, 37. In the last couple of years
she may had added an inch or two to her waist and
hips that only gives her more curvy and sexier body.
She's not shy about herself but then again she
wouldn't dream of walking about the house in any
state of undress which isn't good news for an avid
wife watcher like me.
The party went with out a hitch, I lost her for a
few dances, but then I had a nice couple with Jane
our hostess who I've had a yearn for, for many a
long years.
Ok another time out to talk about me. I'm just less
than 6 foot high with curly blond hair, cut slightly
longer than my wife's. At 27 I'm three year older
than Sue and in reasonable shape for my job can be
quite strenuous at times. I'm not a jealous man, if
I know she really loves me and will always come back
to me, she can do almost anything she likes, in fact
the naughtier she behaves the sexier she becomes in
my eyes. I can remember feel so proud walking along
side her bikini clad figure where every male eye on
the beach was glued to her sexy body.
Over the next few weeks I monitored her days on the
screen in the basement. This was made easier for
there were only recordings when the I.R. sensor
picked up movement. Her whole day could be
compressed into ten minutes of action. Every day was
pretty much the same and I got used to her changing
her clothes and taking baths, not that I still get a
small thrill from it. But some days there was a
bonus, like the day when her best friend Clare came
calling and together they started to try on some new
clothes that they had just bought. I've never had
any thoughts about Clare, she being much to skinny
for my taste but under the close scrutiny of the
cameras she had a nicer body than I had thought.
While I was watching the images on the screen I was
willing them to get it on together, just one of my
little fantasies, but they didn't.
Then I hit the jackpot, it was just another ordinary
day, she bathed and dressed in knickers and a dress,
the only odd thing was she left her bra off,
something I never seen her do before. The bathroom
door opened and she came in with a stranger, I was
puzzled for a few minutes but then I knew who he
was. She had been on at me about a new bathroom
suite and I remember she had mentioned just the
other day that she was getting someone round to give
her a quote. I almost switched it off and head for
my tea, my hand was on the power switch when Sue
bent over the bath and exposed her long legs to the
eyes of the plumber. The position of the camera was
perfect to catch his eyes travel up her legs and
perhaps catch a glimpse of her white knickers
underneath her short skirt. Then it struck me for I
remembered her braless state, she had been expecting
his visit and had dressed accordingly. My pulse was
now racing and my throat dry, my only wish now was
that I could hear what they were saying.
She was still waving her arms around indicating her
requirements when he reached out and ran his hand up
her thigh. She turned to face him and in that
instance I caught her smiling lustful face. She sat
on the rim of the bath, her hands behind her and she
lent forward slightly to push her unfetter tits out
towards him. Again I just wish I could hear what
they were saying but again he reached out and this
time he cupped her fine tits. For a long second she
let it remain there before she moved it off with a
few words, but her smile didn't waver from her face.
More talking and then they exited the bathroom and I
picked them up in the main bedroom.
He took her in his arms and kissed her but she just
stood there her arms limp at her side. He pushed her
away and she fell backwards on to our bed. He stood
at the foot of the bed his face away from camera but
I could guess they were talking again. With a swift
movement he pulled off his t-shirt and joined her on
the bed. This time her arms went around his naked
torso as they kissed. I could see his hands
squeezing her tits through her dress then after a
few minutes he flipped her over and unzipped her;
she was naked in seconds. There wasn't a lot of
further foreplay, he fell between her spread thighs
and pushed into her. It was a fast and forceful rut,
lasting mere minutes but both parties seemed to
enjoy it, I had too and I was sporting a painful
boner that she would get the benefit of later the
unfaithful little slut.
For the next couple of weeks she got more cock than
she usually gets from me for every night I would see
her with that plumber and I would get an instant
boner. Her days were pretty boring though, filled
with nothing out of the usual. Only two times did I
catch her being naughty, once again in the bath
using her fingers between her thighs and once on top
of the bed. The timer in the top corner of the
screen said it was 2.30 in the afternoon when she
came into the bedroom, stripped off her dress and
lay down on the bed. She had done this a couple of
times before and had just dozed for an hour or so.
This time it started out the same but after 5
minutes or so her hands stated to wander over her
body; then she unclipped her bra and rolled down her
knickers. At first it was just her hands and fingers
that she used, but then she almost jumped off the
bed and picked up her hairbrush from the dressing
table and once back on the bed she inserted its
handle into herself. It was incredible sexy to watch
her hump herself to orgasm using such an every day
object like that.
"Come and have a look at this," my boss
said, "these have just come in, what do you
think?"
He handed me an I.R. unit and turned it over in my
hands and I could see nothing unusual about it.
"It's fucking brilliant," he said,
"they've improved the light sensitivity of the
camera and they have installed a microphone
too."
"Great," I said, "I'll take two".
Story
by Jax
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