Nothing else had happened yet. The view was from one of the security cameras and Alan grunted as if struck.
“He’s going to erase those tapes isn’t he?”
“Yes, honey, he promised.”
“He just said only if you behaved.”
“Honey, I behaved, now shh, just watch, this is where he gets to see my body for the first time.”
“Okay.”
He watched as on screen I slowly shed the bra and then, at another command lowered my arms. Alan sucked in his breath as my breasts were displayed on the screen in front of him. I felt him shift slightly in his seat, trying to adjust himself. I decided to explore that thought later on.
On the DVD I was now naked and slowly putting the black lingerie on, when there was a muffled, ‘tie it loosely, it won’t be on long,’ from off camera and I saw myself shudder. Thankfully the screen cut again to another security camera shot from within my own department as I perched on top of the seating.
“God, you look hot in that outfit, Amy!”
His voice was full of wonder and I lifted my head to look at him, realising he was watching this as if it was a porno film, not as if it was his wife. He seemed detached as if it was unreal. His hand was surreptitiously adjusting himself through the robe, which merely confirmed he was hard again. My hand slipped down and caught his wrist.
“Let me, honey, you just watch.”
I wrapped my hand around his prick, still with the robe between it and my hand just as, on screen, Mister Chisholm smacked my backside. I felt Alan’s cock twitch. As the other copy of me descended into mindless babble as he manipulated me, Alan continued to watch, spellbound. As I heard Charles say, ‘What will your husband say when he hears you’ve been begging?’ he groaned out loud and his cock gave another lurch. When he watched as I came twice in quick succession, the second time bringing Charles off as well, he turned his head to look at me.
“Amy?”
“What, honey?”
“You are so fucking hot! Unbelievable. You could make millions doing that for a living!”
“Alan! Don’t you dare say such things!”
With my hand still wrapped around his prick, my arm tensed as if to pull it off and then I realised he was giggling.
“You should see your face. It’s a picture!”
“That is so not funny.”
“I know, babe, but I just couldn’t resist it. You do look hot though. I am so glad you’re my wife.”
That brought me up short. He’d just watched on screen as the first man other than him to fuck me, since we’d started going out together, brought me to two screaming orgasms. Then he said that! My temper disappeared and I snuggled down closer to him, my hand now moving to undo the belt on his robe, anxious to make actual contact with him.
“You’re insatiable,” he whispered.
I just grinned up at him, intending to ensure the memories of this moment were long lasting in all the right ways. I’d expected the camera to cut to the film he’d made in the electrical department, as I’d not seen any cameras in the mirrored lift. It was a real shock when it cut to the scene in the lift with Mister Chisholm, already half way through unbuttoning the dress to reveal naked skin underneath.
“Oh my God!”
“What is it, Amy?”
“There weren’t any cameras in the lift.”
Then the penny dropped.
“He’s got security cameras behind the mirrors! Sneaky bugger!”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘sneaky master’?” Alan asked, chuckling a little.
“Don’t start!”
My free hand swung off as if to hit him but he caught hold of my wrist easily. We wrestled for a moment and then he was kissing me, hungrily rather than gently as normal. My other hand by now wrapped around his naked prick, squeezing and moving slowly up and down as his tongue found its way between my lips. On screen Mister Chisholm gently guided me down to the floor of the lift. Here at home my mouth had left Alan’s and descended to fit over his distended, rigid cock.
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“He’s going to erase those tapes isn’t he?”
“Yes, honey, he promised.”
“He just said only if you behaved.”
“Honey, I behaved, now shh, just watch, this is where he gets to see my body for the first time.”
“Okay.”
He watched as on screen I slowly shed the bra and then, at another command lowered my arms. Alan sucked in his breath as my breasts were displayed on the screen in front of him. I felt him shift slightly in his seat, trying to adjust himself. I decided to explore that thought later on.
On the DVD I was now naked and slowly putting the black lingerie on, when there was a muffled, ‘tie it loosely, it won’t be on long,’ from off camera and I saw myself shudder. Thankfully the screen cut again to another security camera shot from within my own department as I perched on top of the seating.
“God, you look hot in that outfit, Amy!”
His voice was full of wonder and I lifted my head to look at him, realising he was watching this as if it was a porno film, not as if it was his wife. He seemed detached as if it was unreal. His hand was surreptitiously adjusting himself through the robe, which merely confirmed he was hard again. My hand slipped down and caught his wrist.
“Let me, honey, you just watch.”
I wrapped my hand around his prick, still with the robe between it and my hand just as, on screen, Mister Chisholm smacked my backside. I felt Alan’s cock twitch. As the other copy of me descended into mindless babble as he manipulated me, Alan continued to watch, spellbound. As I heard Charles say, ‘What will your husband say when he hears you’ve been begging?’ he groaned out loud and his cock gave another lurch. When he watched as I came twice in quick succession, the second time bringing Charles off as well, he turned his head to look at me.
“Amy?”
“What, honey?”
“You are so fucking hot! Unbelievable. You could make millions doing that for a living!”
“Alan! Don’t you dare say such things!”
With my hand still wrapped around his prick, my arm tensed as if to pull it off and then I realised he was giggling.
“You should see your face. It’s a picture!”
“That is so not funny.”
“I know, babe, but I just couldn’t resist it. You do look hot though. I am so glad you’re my wife.”
That brought me up short. He’d just watched on screen as the first man other than him to fuck me, since we’d started going out together, brought me to two screaming orgasms. Then he said that! My temper disappeared and I snuggled down closer to him, my hand now moving to undo the belt on his robe, anxious to make actual contact with him.
“You’re insatiable,” he whispered.
I just grinned up at him, intending to ensure the memories of this moment were long lasting in all the right ways. I’d expected the camera to cut to the film he’d made in the electrical department, as I’d not seen any cameras in the mirrored lift. It was a real shock when it cut to the scene in the lift with Mister Chisholm, already half way through unbuttoning the dress to reveal naked skin underneath.
“Oh my God!”
“What is it, Amy?”
“There weren’t any cameras in the lift.”
Then the penny dropped.
“He’s got security cameras behind the mirrors! Sneaky bugger!”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘sneaky master’?” Alan asked, chuckling a little.
“Don’t start!”
My free hand swung off as if to hit him but he caught hold of my wrist easily. We wrestled for a moment and then he was kissing me, hungrily rather than gently as normal. My other hand by now wrapped around his naked prick, squeezing and moving slowly up and down as his tongue found its way between my lips. On screen Mister Chisholm gently guided me down to the floor of the lift. Here at home my mouth had left Alan’s and descended to fit over his distended, rigid cock.
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