"How many did you get?" I asked, as I opened the box delivered to our front door. After a series of break-ins in our neighborhood, my wife Lisa had purchased internet-connected security cameras for our home.
"Four. One for the basement, one for the back door at the patio, one for the front door of course, and the bedroom."
"Bedroom? Why do we need one up there?" I placed the wrapped cameras on the kitchen counter.
Lisa walked into the kitchen. "That's where the guns and my jewelry box are." She had retired from the police department and taken up full time work as a consultant with a company that provided software for law enforcement. Even though she wasn't in harm's way anymore, she kept a well-stocked gun safe built into the closet in our bedroom. "I want both covered by a camera." She picked up an instruction book and began reading it.
After a few hours we had all the cameras installed and tested. The equipment was top quality. "They're 4K, ultra-high def with infra-red night vision, and AI enhanced human motion detection. Each camera has over 64 gig of internal storage re-written on a rotating basis and the uplink is fast enough to use our fiberoptic internet connection." I had no idea what she was talking about. "They even have speakers and microphones, so I can hear and yell at any asshole that breaks in. We can see the video on our cell phones and the app is easy and reliable. I already installed it on both of our phones," she jabbed her finger at the screen on my phone and pulled up the program. "We can control each of the cameras, turn them on and off, zoom in and out, replay stored video, even download clips if we want." With each description, Lisa demonstrated the impressive capabilities of the system. The image quality was amazing. When she zoomed in, I could see the smallest details without the picture getting fuzzy.
"I assume you're going to keep this one turned off most of the time," I said pointing to images coming from the camera in our bedroom.
"Yeah, probably. We only need that one on when we're out of the house. Why?"
"Well, it's pointed right at the bed, That's kind of weird, don't you think? I understand that we had to position the camera like that because it is the only way to see the door to the closet (and gun safe), as well as the jewelry box. But videoing us sleeping is kind of creepy."
"Who said anything about recording us sleeping. It's motion activated, and there's plenty of motion on our bed." She gripped my butt cheek and squeezed. "Maybe we'll make a porno."
I was pretty sure that she was kidding about recording us having sex, but not a hundred percent. After eight years of marriage, when many couples' intimate lives become boring, or at least routine, Lisa and I had a great sex life. We enjoyed role playing, experimenting with toys, sharing fantasies, and discovering as many ways to physically please each other as possible. We'd even dipped our toes into the world of swinging by visiting a "lifestyle" resort. We didn't have any boundaries with each other and I wouldn't put it past my wife to film us cavorting in bed. "Oooh. Make me the star and give me a good porn name like Rocky Hardball."
Lisa laughed and handed my cell phone back, "I'll keep that in mind." There was something in her tone that made me a little nervous.
Two weeks later I was sleeping in late, enjoying a lazy day off work. Lisa had gone into her office early for a series of client meetings. My cell phone, which I use as a nightstand clock, chimed with the familiar sound of her text tone. I reached over and read the message.
Good morning sweetie.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
Hey
. I typed back.
Did u sleep well?
Yeah not bad. Ur supposed to be in a meeting.
Client canceled.
Just sitting at my desk waiting for next mtg
. I could practically hear my wife's frustration. She hated last minute schedule changes.
Wish I was there w u.
Me too
. I typed.
I'm bummed u aren't next to me.
Really? How much?
I could tell that she was in a playful mood and decided to join in.
In a BIG way!
How big?
Wouldn't u like to know?
A tiny red light flashed in the corner of my vision. It was the security camera power indicator. She'd turned it on remotely.
Show me
My heart sped up. This was exactly the type of sexy play that we enjoyed. Blood began filling my cock.
Sure u can handle it?
I'd do more than handle it.
I pulled the bedsheet taut over my growing erection so that it was outlined by the thin linen.
Handle that?
Don't tease me.
I pulled the sheet lower so that the tip of my now rigid member was just barely visible.
Me tease u?
U chicken or r u gonna show me what I want?
I flung the bed linen aside fully exposing myself then typed
. Mayb u want this?
I was rock hard and my cock subtly bobbed up and down in time with my pulse. I was surprised how erotic our remote exhibitionist/voyeuristic play felt.
Ooh yes! That's more like it
I rocked my hips and let my mast wave back and forth.
More light. Open the drapes so I can see better
Being watched by my wife was unexpectedly exciting. I got out of bed and pulled open the curtains. Bright sunlight flooded in, across the bed, almost like a spotlight onto a stage. I laid back in bed fully illuminated.
Better?
I typed.
Much. Now I can really see what I want.
How bad do u want it?
She answered immediately
So bad!
I was about to text another tease when she interrupted,
Stand by Deb walked in.
Deb was her partner at the software company. Like Lisa she was a former cop and shared many of my wife's personality traits, blunt, honest, quick witted, and wide open. I'd gotten to know her well over the years and learned a lot about her. Like us, she enjoyed a very active sex life and wasn't shy about sharing details. I found her openness refreshing and erotic. The fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous added to her sexiness, and I'd had more than a few fantasies about her. Because Lisa and I shared everything, I knew my wife had too. We'd even talked about inviting Deb into a three-way with us, but never had the courage to act on that fantasy. I waited for Lisa to conclude whatever business she had with her partner so that we could resume our sexting.
The phone chimed and broke my reverie.
Ask a favor?
Anything.
Hope u mean that,
Lisa typed. I waited figuring that my wife wanted me to do a chore and that our sexy fun was over.
Deb wants to see too.
What?!?
U are so sexy and Deb wants to see.
There was a pause.
And I think it's HOT.
I pulled the sheet back over myself and typed,
???
U r hot! And showing Deb is VERY hot!
There was another pause, then,
Please!
I had to admit that I was aroused by the idea of showing myself off to Lisa's sexy partner. And the fact that my wife thought it was exciting made it even more erotic. I typed quickly before I lost my nerve,
Ok.
Turning on the speaker and the mic.