"Holy fucking Christ look at this, guy's, fuck me you are not going to believe this."
The voice echoing over the microphone was Neil the guy operating camera number four. We were at the first cricket test and Neil was doing crowd footage.
My name is Luke, I don't usually work on the mobile broadcast team but due to illness I was filling in as the sound engineer. I was trapped along with the producer and another technician in the van which was the mobile studio just outside the ground.
Neil was tasked with zooming in on all the good looking women in the crowd and over the morning he had picked out some real beauties. Currently he was focused on a young blonde bird licking a huge ice-cream cone. He wasn't wrong... Holy shit she was a stunner and it was bloody erotic. The girl beside her started waving frantically as we popped the image of her friend and the ice cream on the big screen. The crowd went crazy and there was yelling and screaming from around the stadium.
The producer took over quickly changing cameras so that we didn't get in trouble, we however kept watching on the closed screen monitors, drooling as we watched her try to get her mouth around that dripping ice-cream, her tongue sliding delightfully around the edges getting all the drips.
As this was my first time with the team I had to learn quickly. Neil was given free range to just pick out the hottest chicks in the crowd, we weren't sharing the images on the big screen or the television audience it was just for us and man there were plenty of them. Flaming hell I couldn't believe how many gorgeous women come to bloody cricket matches...
As the day rolled along there was another cry from Neil. "Holy fucking tumuli, fuck me looky, looky boys." There was real excitement in his voice as he made his announcement.
He had zoomed in on one of the sponsors hospitality open fronted tents scattered around the ground facing the field of play. As he zoomed in we could see right into it and there was a couple making out. They were alone in the tent and they were going hard at it. We could see the guy who had his hand up under her skirt and obviously his fingers were hard at work inside her knickers. The woman had her head down facing the camera Neil ignored her face and went straight to the guys hand busily at work under her skirt as he frantically finger fucked her, her arms were draped around his neck returning with vigour the passionate kiss.
The producer Karl sitting beside me whistled. "Phew man alive... now that is hot."
As the action continued we all watched transfixed it was like watching our very own porno.
Jake one of the other cameramen whistled. "Fuck me dead."
As the couple separated and turned to sit down they faced the camera and I got the shock of my life my heart pounded and I started to sweat like never before. It was my wife... "Fucking hell." I barked angrily.
Karl gave me a strange look. "What's the matter mate, do you know them or something?"
As shocked as I was I didn't want to publically humiliate myself by owning up. I glanced sideways at him, and thinking quickly I muttered anxiously. "No not him but that woman is my mates wife."
"So that's not your friend with her I assume?"
I shook my head. "Nah, fuck knows who he is, but that is not him, what a slut."
"So you don't think that your mate is aware of what's going on then?"
"Hell no, she is bloody cheating."
Karl nodded and barked over the intercom. "Neil zoom in close mate we have an issue, that woman is the wife of a friend of Luke's and she is cheating on her husband. We are going to do him a favour and film and record the whole thing. It might be handy for the poor bastards divorce."
'
Divorce
...' The word sent shivers down my spine.
Neil focused in closely. "Got it boss, trust me I am on it. Jeez what a tramp aye."
My heart was pounding trying to figure out what the hell was going on. What the hell did she think she was doing??? I had to fight the increasing urge to just rush down and grab her by the scruff of the neck and shake her until she explained herself, apart from the fact she was a cheating bitch.
As Neil zoomed right in we all watched as they slipped back into their kiss snuggled up close together. The guys hand slipped back up her leg under her skirt, her arms remaining locked around his neck as their tongues fought the battle of love. The passion was undeniable and her legs parted slowly as his fingers found their new home.
Craig one of the other cameramen sniggered. "She might be your mate's wife but she is a fucking slut."
The whole camera crew were watching on their little monitors. The cricket was almost forgotten.
The way she writhed and squirmed on his fingers confirmed she was definitely enjoying his talents. Neil zoomed in close on their faces and the look on Penelope's face told the story. Her eyes were closed as his tongue slithered around her mouth, yeah the bitch, she was well into it.
I mused to myself. '
Oh god Penny, what are you doing
...'
Neil changed his focus and we watched breathlessly as his hand pumped in and out, her skirt billowing out rhythmically as he jammed his hand at rapid pace into her squirming body.
"So has she always been a slut?" Karl asked conversationally.
"What... no..." I snarled. 'Well not that I know anyway.
It was hard to stay focused because we were also trying to broadcast the cricket. "Thanks for doing this Karl." I whispered.
"No worries me old mate, let's see if we can help your friend. If he doesn't know about it then I don't envy you having to tell him."