After watching without event for what seemed an age, suddenly I saw some movement on one of cameras near the front door, it was my wife. She came up and pressed the doorbell. I couldn't help but notice from the high angle of the camera, there was a perfect view down her cleavage. It changes to another empty room, then another, then finally the hallway, Vinod was showing her into the hallway, his hand authoritatively placed on the small of her back as guided her in. Then they were gone again as the camera switched over again.
It was almost a minute before it caught up with them again, it looked like they were going downstairs into the basement area.
More empty rooms and then the basement room, they were looking at something in a box, I saw Vinod surreptitiously reach over and it looked like he had hooked or attached something to her dress as was distracted, bent over looking at something in a box. Vinod gestured somewhere else in the room, Rachel turned and went to move then whatever Vinod had attached seemed to catch onto and hold her dress. Vinod was quick to help her out, bending right down and probably getting a good look up her skirt, just as the camera moved away.
By the time the video feed switched through all the other camera views I didn't care about and came back to the basement, it just caught the door closing they were leaving.
After more empty rooms and minutes, I finally caught up with them again, this time they were in the living room Rachel was now sitting on the very same couch that I had seen the video clips of Vinod with those other wives .
Vinod came in with some drinks, placed them on the table and sat right next to her. Very close to her, he said something and she laughed, I noticed his hand casually started stroking her upper thigh as she kicked her shoes off. She did nothing to stop it. Then of course the video slipped to another empty room.
A few agonising minutes later, finally the feed came back to the lounge area with the couch. Vinod had clearly been busy in that time, I don't know what he had said but Rachel's head was now back, Vinod seemed to be nuzzling her throat and neck area, his hand how now worked its way right up her skirt. His hand briefly came out from under the skirt, pulling down her panties, I didn't even get to see if he got them all the way off before the video feed cut to another room again.
Several minutes later just as it should have been cycling around to the lounge again, the feed dropped! I quickly tried to reconnect. Buffering, buffering, buffering, then the program seemed to freeze! Cursing in frustration I hit the power button to restart the machine. Almost five minutes later I finally had the cursed laptop restarted and the video feed loading again.
More painfully slow minutes later I was watching more empty rooms until finally it reached the lounge. And there was my Rachel, now completely nude, her head bobbing down over Vinods cock as he leaned back clearly enjoying himself. I noticed he seemed to be filming on his phone too. All too soon the video switched over again to other rooms.
Finally coming back to the lounge again and now they were in another position, Rachel was now bent over the couch, Vinods much larger body behind her, his dark hands a stark contrast against her pale rear as he held on, thrusting strongly into her from behind. He was taking her very roughly, much harder than I ever had. I would have been too scared of hurting her, but he seemed to have no care, and she appeared to be enjoying it, I think. Each impact into her rear would squash then jiggle her soft arse cheeks, her breasts also swaying with each thrust. It was absolutely transfixing, almost hypnotic to watch, I couldn't tear my eyes away. But the camera feed could and once again I plunged into the unknown, my mind filling with thoughts as my eyes were shown empty rooms.
When the lounge came into view again, they were still in the doggystyle position, but the thrusting seemed to somehow be reaching and even faster pace, until I saw Vinod pause deep inside, Rachel looked to be in ecstasy, he must be cumming. I found myself cumming too. I hadn't even touched my cock but just seeing this was enough to make me explode. I think Rachel might have had an orgasm too. She had never orgasmed with me, not from penetrative sex anyway, and certainly it didn't look like what I was seeing. Then an empty room, that damn video feed. My business trousers were now a sopping mess from my own cum, great.
Coming back to the lounge on the next cycle, I see Vinod is just starting to pull out, a it looks like a lot of cum seems to be leaking from Rachel's cunt. It starts to dawn on me that he has taken her bareback, there was no condom. Post orgasm I am now filled a sense of dread and anxiety as the reality starts to sink in of what has just happened.
I hear a knock on the office door. Shit I'm 5mins overdue and someone else needs to use the office. "Just finishing up", I yell out. I quickly close down the stream and pick up the laptop. I try fairly unsuccessfully to clean the cum from my trousers with some tissues, but it's quite obvious still, I hold my laptop over my groin as I sheepishly unlock the office door and exit, hoping no-one notices.
"How'd it go?" my boss enquires, as I try to creep past unnoticed. "Oh, I, ah, well he's a tough negotiator, I think he might have got what he wanted", I say meekly. My boss gives a slightly puzzled look, but is thankfully is called away before he can ask any further. I wait at my desk looking for the chance to escape for the rest of the day without anyone noticing my embarrassing cum stained crotch. Eventually I manage to slink out to my car, thinking maybe I can get home and change these pants before Rachel finds out.
My phone beeps with a text message alert. It's Vinod. A photo message clearly shows Rachel's face with Vinods big brown cock buried deep in her mouth. The next photo shows pictures of two photos IDs, her drivers licence and school ID. The message simply said, "Your lovely wife will now be added to my trophy cabinet".
What the hell does that mean I thought? Trophy cabinet? Why the photo ID? I turned the car on, first I need to get home and clean up and figure out what the hell I can tell my boss tomorrow...
