Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.
Note: If you haven't already, read Chapters 01 - 10 of Boarding with Linda, which are prequels to this story.
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When I started seeing Linda naked on a regular basis without having to look through the two-way mirror, the effort that had gone into setting up the two-way mirror and the "viewport" through it seemed like it may have been wasted. I definitely made the most of it between the time I got it set up and when Linda and I started having sex together regularly but then it seemed unnecessary, at least for a while. Since she was perfectly willing to get naked for me and I assumed that, since we were having regular sex, she was no longer masturbating in front of the mirror, I didn't expect there was really anything worth standing on the stairs peeking into her bedroom to watch. After a while, though, I started to rethink that.
I had a number of videos I'd recorded of Linda with my digital camera that I would still look through on occasion. One day as I was sitting on my couch doing just that on my laptop, I started to think that, at some point in the future, it was likely that I would no longer be seeing Linda naked or having sex with her. Although a sad proposition, it was definitely not unrealistic. It got me thinking that, while I had the opportunity, I should be recording Linda naked every chance I got and, perhaps, even recording the two of us when we were going at it in her bedroom. I also thought about how nice it would have been to have captured the times we'd had Kate join us and, the way things were going, it seemed like we might be able to get Irene in a similar situation. I definitely wanted a record of that but, glancing around my own living space, I started to consider how many encounters I'd had since moving in that would ultimately end up only being memories. I wondered about setting up a way to record my experiences with my female guests that wouldn't be clumsy like a hidden digital camera.
Starting with research, as I had with the two-way mirror, I found out as much as I could about cameras that would be easy to hide but would record high-resolution videos as well as systems to record and store the videos and capable of supporting more than one camera. I eventually purchased three cameras and the equipment to easily switch between them and record not just video but sound as well. Setting it all up down in my room was easy and I installed one camera looking down along my bed from just over the headboard and one that would capture any action on the couch. The positioning was based on all of the experiences I'd had down there up to that point and promised to capture many things worth documenting. The third camera required more effort to get it and the microphone installed so that it would pick up Linda's bedroom through the two-way mirror. When I found myself with some time alone in the house, rather than inviting someone over for some naked playtime, I got the camera all set up and tested. Again, I was very pleased with the results.
From that point forward, whenever Linda let me know that she was going to take a shower, all I had to do was turn the system on, select the camera pointed into her room and hit record then remember to shut if off when she was done. If I knew we'd be spending time together in her bedroom, I'd do the same. Likewise if I had company in my room, I could have it set ahead of time then just hit record when my guest arrived. I could even switch cameras from the couch to the bed when the activity moved from one to the other. Then, when I had the time, I'd connect my laptop to the system, copy over the video files that had been recorded, edit out the unnecessary parts and save them to an external drive. It didn't take long before I had quite a collection of videos featuring a variety of women, including Linda, Kate, Irene, Khadija, Tara, Shelly, Cathe, Lyn and Joy.
Although I never recorded any video of Linda with Jim for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that I typically wasn't around when he was, I did catch an amazing event involving her with somebody other than me. It happened on a day that Khadija had brought her daughter over to play with Ashley and ended up sticking around to hang out with Linda. I was out that morning but arrived later, at what ended up being an opportune time for both them and me. Linda told me all about it later though I did see quite a bit of it for myself.
As the girls were playing, Linda and Khadija were in the kitchen just chatting and drinking coffee. Khadija was not aware of the true nature of Linda's and my relationship but Linda was well aware that Khadija and I were involved sexually. Linda confessed to me that she was curious to hear Khadija's side of what I'd already shared with her about the times we'd spent together so she broached the subject and Khadija ended up not being shy about sharing details. She also asked if Linda was involved with anyone so Linda just shared some information about Jim and how they typically spent their time together. Linda wasn't sure if Khadija was getting as worked up by the conversation as she was until she made a comment about it.
"Talking about the things we've been doing," she said, "makes me wish he was here. I've got an itch that he's particularly good at scratching."
"I know exactly what you mean," Linda replied, implying that she was referring to Jim but actually talking about me, as well. She was wearing a sundress and didn't realize that she'd hiked it up and was caressing her inner thighs as they'd been talking.
"If I wasn't afraid the girls would walk in on us," Khadija whispered, "I'd push that hem all the way up and scratch your itch for you."
"God," Linda replied, breathlessly, "I'd yank off your shorts and do the same. Maybe if we're careful, we can help each other out a little, anyway."