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The WebCam (MF, Cheating Wife,
Voyeurism)
A suspicious man sets up a web cam to spy on his wife.� Is she unfaithful? Copyright
2004 by The TigerShark Unauthorized
duplication is prohibited. WARNING This
story contains adult material that is completely unsuitable for consumption
by minors.� Minors should be studying
or at least playing video games and not reading erotic fiction.
Continued reading of this document indicates that you agree to the above restrictions and that you are not a law enforcement officer, a prude, or a Baptist. The WebCam (MF, Cheating Wife, Voyeurism) He stares at
his own bedroom in a video image on his monitor.� The room in the picture is dark and empty.� On occasion the lights from cars passing
in the street below reflect across the walls and ceiling and tell him that
the camera is still active.
The man is weak
and filled with shame.� He doubts
himself too much.� Never popular, not
very experienced, usually awkward and shy.�
He has made something of himself as a programmer, buying a big house
and nice cars, but the hours were bad and the stress too high.� He is becoming more soft and
withdrawn.� His quirkiness worked in
college, but it was not much of an asset now. His wife,
however, is stunning.� More so, even,
than when he met her.� Graceful, and
athletic.� She teaches yoga and a
high-class gym in town.� She is six
years younger.� She socializes, stays
out late.� Dresses in sexy clothes.� He buys her things but doesn't satisfy
her.� He loves her but sometimes hates
her.� He worries, and now he spies. This is the third
day in a row that he calls her and tells her he will be late.� She takes the news without comment. The first two
days, the video shows nothing but headlights.� Both nights she goes to bed late.� He watches her touch herself between her legs under the
covers.� At first he feels
guilty.� Then angry.� He wonders whom she thinks of. Tonight again
the video is empty.� He is restless
and bored.� He thinks maybe he will go
home a bit early and surprise her.� He
gets up to refill his coffee and talks to his boss. When he returns
to his desk, he sees the glare from the bathroom light in the video.� From under the door it paints a yellow
square across the deep rug of the bedroom.�
The camera adjusts to the square and the rest of the room
darkens.� He thinks he sees his wife's
purse on the bed. He feels
affectionate toward her.� He remembers
when they were married, how they would take showers together.� He remembers how beautiful she is naked
and wet.� She is the sexiest thing he
has ever seen. He remembers and
watches.� The door opens eventually
and his wife steps as a silhouette into the square of light.� She is wearing the silk bathrobe he bought
her for their second anniversary.� Her
long hair is straight from the dampness.�
She pauses there and stares at the bed. He wishes he
could be there to take off her robe and make love to her.� But then there
is a shadow.� He notices with a
start.� His mouth goes dry, his heart
pounds.� Another silhouette in the
light.� I step into the bedroom. He wants to
turn off the monitor.� To pretend this
isn't happening.� He feels like
throwing up.� Instead he just watches.
He watches me
put my arms on her waist from the back.�
I am wearing nothing.� I kiss
her neck and she responds.� Her back
arches, her hands go to my forearms.�
With my left hand I find the opening in her robe and caress the
smoothness of that flat stomach, up to the bottom curve of her breast.� My right hand falls to her hip, turns to
her inner thigh.� He doesn't know
how to touch her like this.� I caress
and tease her.� She turns her head
against mine as I kiss her.� My groin
presses into her firm ass.� My penis
stiffens against her.� She is almost
out of breath.� She has been
neglected.� This is too easy. I step away and
she drops her robe and faces me.� I
turn on the lights.� I want to see her
while we do this.� At his computer, he
thinks it is cruel fate.� He doesn't
want to watch, but he can't look away.
I guide her
back a step and on to the bed.� She
falls back with her hair in disarray.�
I climb above her and kiss her right breast and caress her left.� I gently tug at her nipple with my
teeth.� My knee touches the dampness
between her legs.� She grinds into me,
unable to wait.� Her back is
arched.� Her mouth open. We kiss again
and my hand slights around her back.�
I draw my finger down to the base of her spine and press her ass.� It's a pressure point and she kisses me
hard with her hand behind my head.�
She looks at me with pleading eyes.�
Do it now, she says. I move between
her legs and climb on top of her.� He
can not see much of his woman now.�
Her hair, her arms, the side of her left breast mashed into my chest,
the lower parts of her legs as they wrap around mine.� He notices the diamond anklet he got
her.� I tease her for
a moment longer.� I rub the head of my
cock up and down between her legs, touching the mound below her stomach, the
slit of her pussy, her ass.� Finally I press
it against her opening.� She is wet,
but so tight.� I take small slow
strokes, in a few more inches at a time.�
She spreads her legs farther, grabs my ass.� Finally with one last slow thrust I am all the way in.� I am buried in her, with my pelvis flush
against hers.� I have claimed my
prize. He can not deny
anything now.� His lover has betrayed
him.� She arches her back and meets
each of my thrusts with one of her own.�
Our sweat mingles.� We kiss and
change our embrace.� I rub her
breasts, her ass, I find every place on her that can be stimulated.� She shouts my name over my shoulder and
cums hard, exploding into ecstasy. He can not hear
her but it is clear what has happened.�
He has never seen her like this.�
He looks at his watch � we have been together for over twenty minutes
and I show no sign of slowing down.�
She cums again suddenly, grabbing my arms for support and pushing
against me. I pull out and
he wonders if I will finish inside her.�
I roll and we talk for a moment.�
Her adoration and sexual warmth obvious even on the web camera.� But it is not over.� She climbs on top of me, pushing me inside her again.� Her back is partially to him but he can see me penetrate her clearly with every stroke.� She controls the pace now and she goes fast.� Her ass grinds into me, her tits bounce before my eyes.� He can see my dick glisten between each thrust in and out of her. She cums again
with one of my hands squeezing her left breast and the other playing with her
ass.� From my vantage point she is
irresistible.� I watch her muscles
contract and so does he.� She stares
upwards into the lights for a moment and he imagines that she is looking at
him. Watching her
fuck me like this, I can not hold off.�
I feel myself swell inside her and I explode, pumping her full.� She feels the warmth inside her and she
cums too.� We hold each other in
climax for a moment and then fall facing each other on the bed. From above he
can't quite see my cum leaking out of her.�
Or the red marks where I held her tight. She gets up and
walks out of the room.� I am lying
stretched out on his bed, in his house.�
He hates me.� It doesn't
matter. He tells
himself it was a one night stand.� He
thinks he can buy her something, keep her close.� Not let on that he knows of her infidelity.� Not work late anymore.� Things could be like they were.� This gives him hope.�
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