Watching your ex wife rub oil into her asshole, without permission, can generally lead to problems. Especially when you decide to record it, outside a window, in her own backyard. Luckily, it had been a whole 24 hours, and the police had yet to arrive. And luckily, Beth never realized I filmed her.
My 12 year old son Tom texted me the next day after school. He told me his mom, yelled at him that he was in charge of his meds, and if he forgot them again, he would be grounded for a month. Seeing as how I went to Beth's to track down said medication, only to be confronted with her end of day pregnancy rub down, I was not surprised.
Tom was simply taking one for the team, even if he didn't know it. I chuckled when he let me know about his mom's anger, wanting to explain things to him. Even if I did, he would not understand or appreciate it as a 12 year old. Maybe he never would since it was his mom I was watching, naked and unaware.
I had to work late Wednesday, making up time for all of my running around and getting Tom, spying on my ex wife, and watching the pornographic videos I had captured of Beth by herself and with her husband. It was her mistake to put a TV with a high definition camera on the wall of her bedroom. I corrected her mistake by accessing the camera through my son's Skype account. Once on accident, the second time on purpose.
Beth was just the most beautiful woman I met, and the first woman I truly fell in love with. Until I saw her accidentally expose her vagina to me the other day, I forgot how much I was attracted to her. I had blocked it out over the years. But it came back in a flood when I saw Betsy again, her vagina.
It was just past 7pm at work and I was alone and bored. I was going to burn the midnight oil and get caught up on my hours. I usually got in 50 per week, but so far, I was barely on track for 40. Opening my desk drawer to grab a snack, I saw the envelope with the phone recordings from the other day. I grabbed it, needing a break. Wanting to take a hit from my favorite drug, Beth.
I was the only one in the office No cars other than mine were in the lot. The cleaning staff had come and gone. I grabbed a Coke from the machine and figured I'd have some alone time in the bathroom. I walked past our large conference room and paused.
The overhead projector had an incredibly large screen. I was always up for making a good thing better, and watching my voyeuristic recordings on the big screen would do just that. I walked in, shut the door, and started up the computer.
While the screen warmed up, I made sure the blinds were down and the door locked. Thankfully, it wasn't a glass enclosed conference room, but one that was private so people in the hall could not see the presentations or who was meeting. I was safe.
I plugged the card in the computer and opened up the folder. Over 30 pictures and 5 videos. I decided to go in chronological order and bypassed the pictures. The videos would present the story of the day. The pictures would just provide more clarity.
I opened the first file. The 20 by 10 foot screen lit up with a shaky image of Beth, off in the distance and waiting for Tom at school. Once again, she was wearing her black cotton dress. It was much more erotic in person, and the see through nature of it didn't really come across from the distance.
Still, the shape of her round ass was just as I remembered. The static of my hand, moving over the camera, was loud and annoying. I muted the volume since the visual was all I wanted anyways.
The next video was the same shot, but closer. I definitely had an improved view of her ass. As my hands holding the phone settled, the pale skin behind the fabric of Beth's dress came into view as she crouched. Christ, I could even make out the darkness of her asshole and a tuft of hair defining her anal patch while her butt spread open!
Beth's hand moved casually across her bottom. She was clearly scratching her rectum as the dress seemed to push inside the hole from her itching. I didn't even notice this while watching it live, but now her finger was exploded up to at least a foot in size on the monitor. It was a bit blurry, but when I rewound and played in slow motion, the quarter inch penetration into her asshole could not be missed.
I kept expecting her to turn around and look into the camera. The zoom made it seem like I was crawling close behind her, holding the camera right up to her butt. Beth's dress covered ass took up the entire screen, white skin shinning behind the fabric. Suddenly, the bell rang and she stood up. The video came to an abrupt end.
Video 3 was much better. Beth initially was standing back in the shadows, off in the distance, watching Tom approach me. But, when she heard about the video game I brought, she approached to check it out. Beth walked out from the shadow of the trees, towards the sun, and her front lit up.
Beth's face was the blemish free, soft, glowing skin that I always remembered. Lips full and red with deep blue eyes to contrast them. Eyebrows slightly thick and well trimmed. Long, blonde hair that floated like silky strands of gold. She was beautiful.
But her pregnant chest is what stood out, shining like two full moons in the night. The sun was spraying bright white beams across her milk filled breasts, welcoming them out of the darkness. The result was that the sheer white skin behind the black cotton fabric was captured easily by the camera as it glistened. My eyes, when looking at Beth, got the impression that 25% of her breasts were visible beneath the sheer fabric. On camera, it seemed closer to 50%.
The size and shape of her nipples was obvious. Even the pink color seemed apparent. Beth's chest bounced by, pencil tip nipple now becoming the focus as the large, four foot breasts bobbed across the screen. Sadly, it became too shaky to notice, my hands not finding it easy to walk and shoot.
When the walking stopped, I began to pretend I was spelling "Mortal Kombat" on my phone. Beth did not approve of the game and I was merely mocking a google search of the reviews. It was a typical back and forth we had. I smiled, remembering how I simply held the camera 5 feet away from Beth's chest and recorded. Her watching, appearing to let me, looking at my phone, not realizing what I was actually doing.
Beth's breast spanned almost the entire 20 feet of wall as my phone zoomed in on it. Her nipple was at least 4 feet in width. The pencil tip, folding behind the fabric, looked bigger than the size of my head. I opened my mouth, wondering how much of it I could force into it.
By the time the video ended, my erection was ready to be released. I started the next video and unzipped my pants, knowing that these involved nudity. They were the videos I captured behind her house.
Sure enough, there was Beth, on the couch in her white robe. Slouching forward, her belly stood proud while the heavy bush of her vagina could be seen between her open robe. I was watching her prepare for a daily pregnancy oil down.
I remembered how she masturbated herself by rubbing her belly in bed with Frank the other night. I wondered if that was why she was continually massaging it, generating the warm and tingly feelings throughout the day for a giant build up at night.
Beth was now opening her robe, bringing out her tits for their massage. First the right, coated in oil. Fuck, they were bigger on the screen than I remembered. The blinds on her window kept making it hard for the camera to focus, so every now and then her tits just blurred out.
I paused, rewound, and played on super slow motion. Beth was squeezing her left tit with both hands. Slowly, between her fingers, a small pink torpedo appeared. Then, as it came into full view, a volcanic nipple, pink and glistening, rose like dough.
When the entire nipple had erupted out of Beth's squeezing hands, it mushroomed out with the white skin of her boob flowing through her fingers. The squeezing created a ball like appearance, half red nipple, half white skin. Pausing, I felt like I was looking at an Andy Warhol painting.
The video continued with the dark green hedge from when I ducked out of position as Beth began to sit up. For 30 seconds, I saw nothing but ground. Then, with a brief return of the green hedge, the screen was once again filled with Beth in the TV room.
A large, round pregnant ass was pointing right back at me. The blinds made it a bit annoying, but between the slits, Beth was bent over, massaging her ass. Oiling it. Opening it. The fact that the TV was on, Beth watching a bunch of woman, made it even more bizarre and erotic. I was almost the literal fly on the wall I had always hoped to be.
Beth had moved to her left ass cheek and the video suddenly ended. I remembered that I had used this time to take photos, wanting higher definition. I thought about checking them out, but the next video was my hopeful treasure.
I turned the volume back on and double clicked. I could only see hedges, but I could clearly hear Beth, yelling from behind the glass. I had kept the camera low while transitioning from camera to video.
"Oh my god!"
Beth had caught me. The camera was shaking, focussing on the ground as I yelled back to her, telling her I needed Tom's meds. Less than 10 seconds went by when the entire conference room echoed with her loud screams. The camera focussed on her in the doorway, face distorted and angry.
"What the fuck are you DOING!"
Beth stood inside the back door, yelling at me, reading me the riot act. I stared at the angry woman, listened to her screams, and became even more turned on. It seemed I was witnessing a woman lose her mind. It was electric, watching her rage as she opened her robe to mock me.
