"Joe, are you in? Where are you, Joe?" Alice cried out excitedly as she rushed into the house.
Joe walked from the kitchen, staring at his wife.
"Where's the fire?" he laughed, "what's with all the squealing?"
"My work rota has changed, guess who has Tuesdays off too now?" Alice giggled.
"Oh cool, we have the same day off now," Joe answered, not feeling as excited as his wife.
"So, we can play with the camera setup properly now!" Alice told him.
Suddenly Joe got it. Since his wife had masturbated for the builders who'd done their kitchen, filming on her hidden phone not knowing Joe had spy cameras around the house, she'd been teasing him on Wednesdays while she was at home and he was at work. Joe's problem was that because he was at work himself, he was most of the time too busy to watch live, having to trawl through footage later. It did however give him the chance to edit some great films for them to enjoy later.
"So, you can spend time in the shed if you want to," Alice grinned.
Joe laughed. Alice had declined his offer to call the same builders back after Joe had told her she could fuck them this time. Instead, she'd called an old friend, someone she worked with at the University a few years ago, and he'd agreed to redesign their garden shed. Telling him she wanted to take up writing and it would be quiet, he'd built desks and storage in there for her. He knew she was married, and when Alice paraded around in underwear most of the time he'd given her his number, in case she wanted anything else done, winking as he did so. As well as the desk he'd put in a sofa.
Alice undressed, no surprise for Joe as she rarely wore clothes around the house anyway, but then she knelt and undid his trousers, taking out his cock and stroking him.
"When you said I could have fucked them, you were serious right?" Alice asked between slurping on his cock.
Joe simply nodded.
"And are there any boundaries? Like are your friends a no-go, too close to home?" she continued.
"Not the immediate neighbours, that would be too close. My friends or your friends, as long as they don't know that I know, or will be watching, then that's up to you. Just remember you have to face them later on though," Joe pondered.
"Then you're in the shed on Tuesday," Alice giggled.
"One more stipulation, I'd rather not know who it is beforehand, the anticipation will kill me though," Joe laughed.
Alice had masturbated for him later, Joe sitting downstairs with the laptop while Alice saw to herself with her dildos in the bedroom, Joe watching the spy cameras. Of course, now Alice knew where the cameras were she'd worked out the best angles to perform at.
They were both on tenterhooks at work on Monday, Alice telling Joe she wanted his phone so she could message someone. She used it to send a few messages, then deleted them so Joe couldn't tell who she'd been messaging. Joe took his phone back, looking at her waiting for an answer, Alice reminding him it had been his idea not to know in advance. Joe groaned, Alice pouncing on him to take his mind off things.
He awoke on Tuesday morning to hear the sound of the shower running, then turning off. Alice walked from the ensuite, dabbing herself down with a towel, smiling as she saw Joe staring at her naked form.
"Come on babe, get dressed, you need to be gone by 10 am." she giggled.
"Any clues?" Joe asked.
"No!" Alice cried out.
Thirty minutes later Joe made his way out to the shed with his laptop. Alice went to their bedroom, selecting her items of clothing to wear, and leaving them on the bed ready. Her hair was still damp, and with the towel wrapped around herself, she went down to answer the door after hearing it knock.
"Hi Dave," she said cheerfully as she opened the door, "I wasn't expecting you," she continued, showing Dave into the house.
"Erm, hi," Dave stuttered, seeing Alice in just the towel that barely contained her 36D tits, "Joe asked me to pop around."
"Oh yeah, I know, I just thought he would have told you he's had to pop out for a couple of hours, he's gone to check on some cameras not working at one of the stores," Alice told him.
"That's cool, I can come back later," Dave answered.
"Well you're here now, you may as well stay, you've a thirty-minute drive back to yours don't you?" Alice asked.
Dave nodded. Alice grinned to herself. Dave and his wife Zoe were the prudish couple of their circle of friends. He'd worked with Joe a few years ago until he went to work for a different company but they'd stayed in touch. Zoe was always wearing conservative clothing, nothing ever too revealing, usually all buttons fastened even on the hottest days. Dave backed away from conversations about sex, or any sexual innuendo that Joe and his other friends joked about. It was a standing joke that with the couple having two children, Alice had joked that they'd probably only had sex twice, in the missionary position, and that both only wore white comfortable but boring underwear.
She could feel Dave's eyes burning onto her thighs. She glanced up, not enough to let him see she'd looked, and he was looking at her legs. She very casually parted her legs a little, then bent forward to scratch her ankle, then quickly looked up at Dave to see him turn away.
"Aren't you hot Dave, take that cardigan off and I'll hang it up for you," Alice told him.
She walked over to him, getting as close to him as she could without making it obvious, then held her hand out for the cardigan. She took it from him and then went to hang it up, making sure to get on tiptoes to hang it on one of the higher coat hooks.
She sat on the sofa opposite him, and they casually chatted. She asked about Zoe and their kids, and his job. They'd been talking for around ten minutes, and then Alice noticed he'd moved his legs, mainly because he was trying to disguise the growing tent in the front. Alice smiled to herself.
"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" Dave asked as casually as he could sound.
"Probably!" Alice giggled," I like going in the shower in this heat and then drying naturally. I'm only wearing the towel because you're here," she laughed.
Alice bent forward and picked up her phone, holding it up towards Dave.
"Anyway, the plan wasn't to get dressed, Joe was going to take some more pictures of me," Alice moaned and then sighed loudly.
"Pictures?" Dave asked puzzled.
"Yes, without the towel, posing," Alice grinned.
Dave looked shocked and gasped. Whether it was Alice being so open, or he was imagining her naked, Alice couldn't tell.
"You okay Dave? Don't you and Zoe do things like that? Zoe has a very good body even after two kids, you should be appreciating it more," Alice told him.
"I just didn't expect it," Dave blushed, "and I'm not sure Zoe would let me," he frowned.
"Have you tried asking her?" Alice asked.
"No. I'll be honest, our sex life is a little boring and repetitive, lights out and when the kids are asleep usually," Dave answered.
"But you'd like to wouldn't you?" Alice grinned. Dave nodded sheepishly.
Alice picked up her phone, then looked like she was reading a message. She altered the settings so her phone wouldn't lock, then put it on the table.
"Message from Joe, he'll be back in about an hour, he's told me to get you a beer," Alice told him.
She walked into the kitchen, fetched a bottle out and gave it to Dave, then told him she'd be back shortly as she needed the toilet. She walked up the stairs, feeling Dave's eyes following her, then when out of view she crouched and looked back towards him. He looked up towards the stairs a couple of times, then picked up Alice's phone.
Alice watched as he scrolled, swiping her phone, and then his face lit up. Alice knew he'd found her pictures folder, the first few were topless shots. As he went through the folder, the pictures getting more and more risque, he kept adjusting the front of his trousers. He looked towards the stairs between each picture. Knowing he'd seen quite a few now, Alice went to flush the toilet.
Sitting back down she laughed at Dave, he'd finished his bottle of beer already. He declined another bottle, saying he'd better not as he was driving. Alice glanced at him, staring between her legs again. It was time to bite the bullet.
"Dave, would you do me a favour? If I go upstairs and try a dress on, will you come and take some pictures of me so I can see what I look like? I'd look in the mirror but pictures always tell a better story," Alice asked.
"Erm, yeah, I can do that I suppose," Dave told her.
"Great, let me run upstairs and put it on, then I'll give you a shout okay?" she asked.
Dave nodded, his face a mixture of puzzlement and excitement, wondering what the dress would look like. A few minutes later, Alice shouted down to him, asking him to bring up her phone which she'd deliberately left downstairs, and which Dave already had in his hands, looking at more pictures. He walked up the stairs, into the bedroom where he could hear her calling to him, and stopped dead in his tracks open-mouthed.
Alice stood before him in a clinging white dress, which she'd completed with white hold-up stockings. The dress was nearly all a nylon mesh, with just enough fabric to cover her nipples and enough at the bottom to act as a mini skirt. The dress itself barely touched her thighs, a gap between it and the stocking tops. She smiled seductively at Dave.
"What do you think Dave, do I look good in it?" she purred.
"Stunning, beautiful," he cooed.
"Do you think I'd be able to wear this to a party?" Alice asked, grinning.
"Hopefully it's not a family party," Dave laughed.
"Did you bring the phone up? Take a couple of pictures so I can see for myself please," Alice instructed.
She stood facing him, hands on her hips, moving and twisting her body, asking Dave to crouch to take some shots from below. She saw him gulp as she lifted a leg onto the bed.
"A couple of shots so I can see what the back looks like?" she asked him.
She turned, looking back over her shoulder, Dave clicking away like a professional now. Still crouching, Alice asked what he thought of wearing these underneath. As she said it she bent to pick up a thong from the bed, knowing the dress would ride up her arse. She heard Dave gulp again. She turned as though nothing had happened, showing Dave the thong.
"What do you think? Will they show through the fabric do you think?" she giggled.
"You don't have anything on under it now?" Dave gasped.
