Mmmm, that was a good one!"
Zara slowly opened her striking blue eyes, her cheeks and chest flushed pink, and looked over at her husband as a warm glow embraced her.
"I love it when you touch me in the morning".
She kissed him with her full, warm lips, using her tongue to tease him a little, before rolling over and skipping out of bed, quickly wrapping herself in a lightweight grey dressing-robe.
"Don't forget we have that party tonight", she said, as she disappeared out of view, heading downstairs to make their morning coffees.
Zara was in her mid-forties and to the outside world was a professional lady in a management position, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a well-respected member of her local community.
An attractive lady, Zara was petite, curvy in all the right places, with shoulder-length, glossy brunette hair, full lips with a warm smile. She always dressed confidently and enjoyed being the centre of attention, although she would be reluctant to admit that to others.
Behind closed doors, Zara was a deeply sexual being, always eager to be kissed and caressed by her husband of twenty years, Marcus, with whom she enjoyed an active sex life. Zara appreciated quiet, tender moments on her own too, when her mind would wander through imaginary scenarios and her hand would venture between her legs, guided by a compulsion for pleasure.
The party in question was being hosted by friends in their leafy village and presented to opportunity to say "Thank You" to new acquaintances who had cared for their pets whilst Zara and her family had recently been away.
A bottle of expensive red wine had been gathering dust in her kitchen since returning from a Mediterranean holiday. Sean and his wife, Aoife, had moved to the village from Ireland a few months before, and a mutual friend had connected them when the neighbours that normally helped were unable to.
They were younger than Zara, in their mid-thirties, no kids, and seemed to be forever exercising, often running together on nearby country roads in clothing far too tight for anyone the slightest bit out of shape. They were both of athletic physique. Sean had ruffled, sandy hair, tanned skin, and a toned, muscular gym-body, about five foot seven with a sleeve tattoo on his left arm and another one in Gaelic text on the underside of his right forearm. Aoife had a pretty, freckled face, slim build, with blonde hair, often tied back in a ponytail, and was slightly taller than her husband.
The end-of-summer party was in full swing by the time Zara and Marcus arrived. They had been delayed because Marcus, as he often did, he had neglected getting himself ready and had instead admired his wife from the vantage point of their king-size marital bed. He loved watching her apply her make-up, style her hair, and spray perfume across her body.
Zara enjoyed his eyes being on her and had slowed her own progress, making sure he watched her as she climbed into ice-white underwear before sliding inside a short, floaty summer dress, white with blue flowers. She knew it was a favourite of his; its low cut showed off her magnificent, rounded breasts, whilst its short length showed off much of her silky, toned legs, and barely covered Zara's modesty. She knew Marcus would be on the lookout for a glimpse of her underwear during the party.
On arrival, Zara and Marcus exchanged pleasantries with the party host and accepted glasses of Prosecco to kick off the evening. She felt Marcus's hand on her waist as he pointed to where Sean and Aoife were sitting, on the opposite side of the garden. They acknowledged their arrival with a smile and a nod and got up from their chairs. After handshakes and pecks on the cheeks, Zara expressed their thanks, and the wine was handed over.
"I love a good Red," said Sean, "but Aoife's not as keen. Lucky that I did all the work then, isn't it?!"
He flashed a smile, and after a little small talk, the couples drifted off to join various conversations around the garden.
The party continued long into the evening and the drinks flowed, the sun had long since set, and the garden was illuminated by bulb lights strung around its perimeter. Zara had just finished a conversation with the host and was stood alone, admiring the well-kept nature of the garden when Sean appeared beside her.
"Enjoying your evening?" he enquired.
"Very much so," replied Zara as they clinked their near-empty glasses together.
He asked about her holidays, they talked about work, IT for him, the bookshop for her. His soft, undulating Irish accent meant Zara thought he was always pleasant company, even if what he said was of little interest to her.
After a period of semi-awkward silence, Sean fixed eye contact with Zara, smiled, and in a low, hushed tone, mimicking her Northern English accent, he said words that changed everything:
"You know me.... I just love fucking...I always have, and I always will!"
Sean smirked with satisfaction, watching Zara's pretty face for a reaction.
Zara was stopped in her tracks. She tried not to show it, but she was completely confused. How could he know about that, the exact words Zara had uttered only once before, to her husband, in the privacy of their bedroom, just a few weeks ago during a passionate night where she had recounted past sexual experiences.
She began to blush, not just her cheeks but across her chest too. Feelings of betrayal were mixed with a flutter of excitement and butterflies.
"Everything OK guys?" Aoife intervened. "Sean, you must come and speak to this lady about the previous owners of our house, do excuse us, Zara."
Zara stood alone in the garden as the party continued around her, wracking her brains.
How could Sean know those words?! No one could! Marcus would never have told anyone; he was far too discreet and, in any event, did not know Sean well enough for that kind of conversation. There must be something more going on.
Sean had seemed so confident and smug. There was no doubt he had wanted Zara to know what he knew. As her mind worked through all the possibilities. As well as being annoyed at being broad-sided, Zara began to find herself intrigued. Had she been being watched?
Not content with one statement, as Sean and Aoife left the party, his send-off comment to Zara and Marcus was "See you soon!" with a cheeky wink, which left Zara torn somewhere between anger and excitement.
She decided to keep Sean's words to herself while she investigated. On their return home, Zara feigned a headache and undressed in their walk-in wardrobe, climbing into bed in darkness, before lying in bed in silence, her mind racing at the possibilities.
Lying there unable to sleep, as she listened to Marcus's breath fall into the heavy rhythm of sleep, she cast her mind back over all the things that Sean would have witnessed in recent weeks if her suspicion was correct: how she spends her quiet moments alone, using her fingers or toys to pleasure herself when the house is empty; the sounds she makes as she cums; how she makes Marcus watch her play with herself before denying him his release; the detailed descriptions she had given Marcus of how old boyfriends would fuck her; the different ways she's been fingered, licked and fucked; how she swallows every last drop of her husband's cum when she sucks his cock; or the delight she gets from feeling it hit her body, dripping over her curves; the restraints, the whips, the bodice.....
She was overwhelmed with a flutter of excitement and the tingling of her pussy, and lay beside her sleeping husband, annoyed at not having yet figured out the puzzle, and frustrated at being too horny to sleep.
The following morning Zara resolved to track down the source of Sean's intrusion and examined every inch of their bedroom.
Although she had a keen eye for items out of place, not knowing what she was searching for meant that, after half an hour, Zara was no nearer solving the mystery.
Frustrated, Zara sat herself on the cushioned front-edge of the bed and sighed. She looked out across the fields opposite their countryside home and turned her gaze back into the room to the bouquet of fake blue and white flowers standing in a blue metallic glass vase on the dresser opposite the foot of their bed. Between the posies, something glinted in the morning sunlight and Zara moved closer to investigate.
There it was!
Amongst the fake flowers was a small discreet black device, like a miniature, slim, television remote control, with a glass lens directed straight towards her, which must have been the source of Sean's spying.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, as she reached for the device hiding in plain sight amongst the flowers.
Not even half out of the vase, Zara hesitated and considered her next move. As much as part of her wanted to stamp on the camera, shattering it into a million pieces, she also was immediately excited by the thought of leaving it in place.
Zara could already feel the effect that being under surveillance was having on her. Carefully she replaced the camera, leaving it secreted amongst the flowers opposite the bed.
It was a warm summer morning and Zara had already thrown open the windows of the upstairs bedrooms to give them some air. On the breeze, she could hear Marcus talking to a neighbour outside.
Slowly, she stepped towards their bedroom door and closely it quietly, taking care to make no sound. Standing in front of the dresser with the vase upon it, Zara released the thin cord wrapping her grey dressing robe around her body.
It fell to the floor and Zara stood completely naked, her amazing breasts rising and falling with her breath, as she posed for her voyeur. Her nipples hardened as the fresh summer breeze swept across her body, every inch of her body on show.
Fixing her gaze on the camera, Zara took a step back and rested her shapely bum on the end of the bed. Leaning backwards and she parted her thighs to show more.
She already knew she was wet, but Zara was taken aback as she slid a finger between her lips to glaze her hardening clit.
"Oh, wow!" she whispered as she looked at her glistening fingers, before returning her gaze to the camera.
She found her favoured spot and eagerly began to circle her clit. Within seconds her pace quickened, and she knew this wasn't going to last long.
Within a minute, Zara came hard, her body jerking intensely as she did so, one hand on her left breast with her erect nipple poking through the gap between her middle and ring fingers, the diamonds in her rings catching the morning sunlight.
Flushed, she lay back on her bed regaining her composure having just cum harder than she could remember. Knowing she was being watched had added an intensifying effect on her pleasure way beyond her expectations.
She was quickly shaken from her warm afterglow by the sound of Marcus banging his way back into the house and up the stairs, and Zara quickly rolled out of bed into the shower, still feeling incredibility wet.
