I arrived home early one afternoon to an abandoned house. As I entered the house I found a small note from my wife:
Chris, went shopping be home around 7pm. I have left a little something to help you pass the time...enjoy! Love wifey
Under the note was a small box, gift-wrapped. I proceeded to open it, revealing a videocassette. There was nothing special about the tape, the only mark upon the label was a solitary letter: "X."
I popped the tape into the player and settled back into my recliner, and proceeded to hit the 'play' button. The video started out as nothing special. She was holding the camera while she walked thru the house. Room to room she proceeded to film, as if she was making a video for an insurance company, cataloging the houses contents. "What the hell is she doing this for?" I mumbled to myself, wondering what her purpose would be. She made it up the stairs to the bedroom and slowly pushed the door open.
I quickly drew the conclusion that my wife was not the one roaming around our house with a video camera. Someone else was at the controls; my wife was on the bed looking at the camera with a facetious glare in her eyes. She was dressed in lingerie. She wore a shear lace see-thru bra, which allowed just a light glimpse of her areolas. They were soft, swollen with her nipples firmly erect. She sported a garter around her waist made of jet-black leather. Attached to it was a pair of black net stockings. A glossy black leather thong complimented her curvaceous hips, and her heart shaped ass. Completing her ensemble was a pair of stilettos.
"Who the hell is operating the camera?" I said, while watching this tale unfold before my eyes. I began to forget about this as she began to maneuver herself seductively in the bed.
She positioned herself on her back and began to gently rub her body. She began by caressing her breasts. At first circling her nipples, then encasing them into her hands, lightly squeezing them and pushing them together. A soft sigh parted her lips, as her hands moved slowly downward. Her legs parted and each hand found the inner thighs, fingers gracing the sensitive flesh. My little devil then began to stroke her pussy, still obscured by the g-string. Her eyes closed and her head tilted lightly back as she became enveloped by the ecstasy of her own touch.
She always knew that I had fantasies about her masturbating. She had preformed for me in the past, but never like this, never when I had not been present. She moved the portion of the g-string covering her pussy and revealed it to the camera. An ensuing close up shot followed, by the mystery camera operator. Her pussy glistened, her clit swollen and pink. A solitary finger began to encircle the wet lips, small circles starting from the bottom to the top. Each trace managed a light brush against her clit, causing her hips to twinge. With each stroke and pass her pussy became wetter, each stoke becoming harder and more resolute in its task. Her finger pushed into her hole and remained briefly massaging herself deeply. The soft whimpering moans now grew louder, as she withdrew her finger swirled it around the hood of her clit and pushed it deeply into herself. I felt myself becoming harder, my cock becoming harder with each passing second.
I instinctively withdrew my pants and began to massage my cock with slow strokes. Precum had already formed around the tip as I stoked it from top to bottom. She was beginning to cum. Her hips rocked to and fro keeping time with the massages provided by her finger. As her moans and motion grew in intensity the scene unfolding before me stopped. The camera widened out to entail her face as she seductively said, "Now go to the bedroom." The tape ended there.
"Fuck, you little shit" I said to myself. I arose and ran to the bedroom. It was empty except for a small gift-wrapped box atop the bed. I tore thru the wrapping to find another video this one was marked "
XX