I Spy My Little Wife

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I Spy My Little Wife

Somewhere out there in the great big world, there must be a small group of women that masturbate almost continually. That's what I have to assume. That can be the only explanation in my mind, because, if you pick up a women's magazine, or watch a sex advice program on TV, they all say the same thing; that many women masturbate just as much as men. However, according to my wife, she never touches herself. She claims that unless we are being sexual together, the thought never crosses her mind. I think 'liar!'

Emily is a very sexual woman. Her bedside drawers contain 3 vibrators and 2 buzzers. The vibrators are a mains-powered wand, a rampant rabbit, and a vibrating cock. The buzzers are the smaller, finger-sized, battery-powered bullet-style devices.

When we have sex, Emily loves holding the buzzer against her clit, and I have the choice to fuck her in either her arsehole, or pussy, whilst she pumps one of the bigger vibrators deep into the other hole. My choice often changes as I love the feeling of filling her arse but as it is tighter it grips my dick harder. The downside of this is that it also milks me to orgasm a lot quicker. So, I usually chose to fuck her pussy and allow her to pump her vibrator in and out of her arse whilst I enjoy the show from behind.

Emily is also an exhibitionist and loves to visit nudist beaches when we are on holiday. The first few times that we stumbled across a nudist beach (or I thought we'd stumbled across it), I was surprised that Emily hadn't wanted to turn back and instead whipped off her bikini top. I was (obviously) happy to oblige and quickly removed my swimming trunks allowing the sun on my nakedness. I was even more shocked when after ten minutes of getting her confidence, Emily also removed her bikini bottoms and happily sunbathed totally naked. I even quietly warned her that people (95% male) could see everything she had on show as they walked past as Emily would be talking to me, perched on her elbows, allowing her knees to fall open and closed absentmindedly as she chatted. In hindsight, I now realise that she was enjoying purposefully flashing her wet slit, opening, and closing her lips to the wide eyes of the guys wandering past.

On the second occasion of visiting a nudist beach, Emily had wanted to walk along the sea line instead of lying and sun baking. We'd both deposited our swimsuits into my bag and were enjoying the sea breeze on our naked bodies. I assume that this wasn't enough for Emily, as she had insisted on us stopping and she made a big display of kissing me passionately. She was purposefully holding herself against me and I warned her that I could feel the first swells of blood moving to my cock. She bit my lip and giggled that; this was what she wanted. She gripped my shaft and dug her fingernails into it. . . Just how I liked it. Thirty seconds later she was holding my hand again and pulling me along the beach. She was acting as though nothing had happened and yet there I was, being led along with my cock sticking straight out at full mast for all to see. Emily was delighted to parade my 8" member, 'her cock', for view. Personally, I was crushed with embarrassment however, every time I attempted to cover my throbbing shaft, Emily would swipe my hands away and grab my cock, using it as a handle and pulling me along. She was loving it, giggling and smiling from ear to ear.

Needless to say, when we arrived back at our hotel a few hours later, Emily was a beast.

Anyway, returning to my thoughts about Emily and if she does 'touch herself' when she's alone. I've been curious for a while and I'd decided to find out. This was going to require some covert operations on my part.

After a few hours on the internet, I'd located a mini-HD spy cam which I hoped I would be able to find somewhere to hide and maybe discover her secrets.

A few days later, the postman knocked on the door and I eagerly signed for my parcel.

Later that evening, once the camera was fully charged and I had spent a little time locked in my study testing out my new toy, I waited eagerly to hear Emily announce that she was off to have her evening shower. I was poised and ready and had a well-thought-through plan. As Emily headed for the stairs, I quickly, but nonchalantly asked if I could nip into the bathroom ahead of her for a quick pee. Unsuspectingly, she agreed, and I squeezed past her on the stairs.

I locked the door and began my hunt for a suitable hiding spot for the small black camera. After a few short moments, I'd selected the bottom slot of the towel holder which was low enough that she would have to get down on her hands and knees to spot it. I flushed the toilet to cover my tracks and exited the bathroom.

Emily was standing outside wrapped in just a towel. I attempted to pull the towel away from her body playfully, but she was having none of it and kept a firm grip. I released the towel and she disappeared into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

Hastily I scooted down the stairs whilst opening my phone and clicking the app for the spy cam. The screen blinked into life and for a few moments, I watched a buffering circle whilst the app attempted to locate and load the stream from the camera.

My heart was thumping in my chest and as the image of my wife came into view, I could feel the blood in my cheeks, and I felt hot. This felt very naughty.

I could see Emily clearly standing in the centre of the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. She still had her towel wrapped around her. She stepped into the shower, switched it on and allowed the water to run, to warm up.

She dropped the towel and for the first time, (on camera), I enjoyed seeing my sexy wife's naked form. During the next ten minutes, I watch Emily shower. She washed and conditioned her hair and used her sponge to wash her body. I thought that she had lingered slightly as she worked her sponge back and forth between her legs and I'd hoped that this action was enough to 'get her going' but instead she rinsed off, switched off the shower and began towel drying herself. Fail. Gutted.

Not to be deterred, the next evening I planned again to hopefully capture Emily masturbating. The reality of the situation was that, maybe, just maybe, Emily was telling me the truth and that she didn't actually masturbate at all.

That evening I knew that Emily had yoga so she wouldn't be home until after 8 pm. I made sure that the kids were in bed and asleep and I sat at the upstairs window patiently waiting for her to pull onto the drive. I didn't have to wait long as after a few moments I watch Emily's car pull up.

I quickly positioned my camera again and dashed back downstairs, flopping onto the sofa.

Emily breezed in and kissed me. I asked if she'd enjoyed her class and she confirmed that she had and that she was heading straight up for her shower. I called after her, "ok babe', but she had already disappeared up the stairs.

I flipped open my phone and waited for the camera to buffer.

Her image came into view and again, I watch my wife undress and step into the shower. She washed and bathed in a normal and non-sexual manner (albeit still lovely to watch). Until, right at the end, when I thought she was about to turn off the water, Emily lifted the showerhead from its holder and turned the shower head nozzle to adjust the water flow from the usual 'waterfall' to a 'jet' stream. She then placed the showerhead between her legs. She glanced towards the bathroom door, I guess, checking that she had definitely locked it and then focussed on herself again.

I watched with glee and delight as Emily used the powerful water jet to stimulate her. Initially, she held the showerhead in the same position but after a few moments, she started to bring it back and forth to increase and decrease the intensity in a rhythmic fashion as the jet hit her pussy.

Next, I watch her free hand move up to her breasts. She dug her fingernails deep into her flesh and pulled roughly at her boobs. I was surprised at the force she used and was conscious that I was never as physical with her.

I could see that she was approaching her orgasm quickly and as much as I would have enjoyed watching an extended version of the events, I was conscious that for Emily she was just 'having a quicky!' Similarly, to what us guys might crudely refer to as a quick wank or rubbing one out.

Emily now parted her legs a little further and her left hand came down from her breasts and I watched her expertly use her index and forefinger to part her labia allowing the water to hit straight onto her clit.

Finally, as her climax came closer, she started to pump her legs slightly trusting against the strong flow of water. As she came, I watched her eyes roll backwards and she bit lightly onto her lip in the same way that she does when we make love. As her orgasm subsided, she placed the showerhead back into its holder and turn off the water. However, instead of coming out of the shower, I was excited to see that in the same way as when we are together, Emily then used her fingers back to her pussy and quickly pumped them in and out a few times to catch her sex juices, which she then raised her fingers up and into her mouth. She made less of a show of this than when we are together, but nonetheless, her fingers went from her pussy to her mouth, for her to enjoy her sex nectar. She repeated the action, back and forth a few times, each time pumping her fingers a little harder and a little deeper into her cunny, until she was happy that she had swallowed all her vaginal fluids.

Once she was satisfied, she rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom and out of the view of my camera.

I tossed the phone onto the sofa, checking that I'd locked the screen, and headed up the stairs in bounds. I met her by our bedroom door and scooped her into my arms. I think that she was a little taken aback but not totally surprised as I would regularly pounce on Emily when she was wearing a towel. I lifted her and threw us both onto our bed. As we landed, I kissed her on the mouth. I kissed her long and deeply. I used my tongue to explore her mouth and tongue and she responded passionately. Obviously, I had the upper hand as I knew that she had very recently been in a state of excitement. After a few moments, I pulled back allowing us both to breathe. Emily's hand had already searched downwards and was gripping my swollen cock through my shorts.

She spoke first, "Ermm someone's excited" she teased pumping her fingernails into my throbbing dick.

I smiled at her with a mischievous grin, but then I switched to a more quizzical look. I was attempting to look confused; I was playing my game. I didn't say anything but made a little display of licking my lips and rolling my tongue around my mouth slightly. I cocked my head to one side and leaned in as if I was going to kiss her again. She made forward slightly ready to receive my kiss. But instead, I pressed my nose to her face and inhaled deeply. At first, I think she was somewhat confused. Then I asked her "Can I taste your pussy on you, babe?" I let the words hang in the air. The truth was, that I couldn't taste anything, but she didn't need to know this.

Emily blushed redded than I'd ever seen her blush. However, she played it well, as she told me to 'fuck off' in a playful manner and she leaned in a kissed me again.

Any thoughts I had of continuing my questioning quickly disappeared as Emily expertly moved her hand from outside my shorts to inside. Her fingers wrapped around my cock tightly and she began quickly pumping my member up and down.

My thoughts strayed momentarily to the camera, which was still in its hiding place in the bathroom, and, more specifically, the little SD card inside it which would contain the video that I'd live stream to my phone. Unfortunately, this 'thought' was a little too exciting when paired which Emily's lustful hand-pumping of my dick, and I felt my balls tighten, as my orgasm approached.

Emily sensed this also and wriggled down until she was able to swallow my cock deep into her throat. She replaced the hand-pump motion with a similar, wetter action using her mouth. It was all a little too much for me and I felt the pulse of my seed empty into her mouth. She swallowed everything I offered only slowing her draining rhythm as I winced that my moment had passed.

We fell back together onto the bed. As our breathing calmed and I started to regain some composure, I consider confessing, but instead, I decided that future spying might be more fun.

That's all I have for now. I will update you more as I build my catalogue of shower videos. One thing is for sure: she's clearly a liar about her masturbating habits.

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