by Bridy McAvoy
“Hi, Bill, come in, coffee? Not a beer like this reprobate here.”
“No, I’m fine. Actually I’m due on the golf course in about an hour, so if you wouldn’t mind just getting down to business, I’d appreciate it. Leo you said you had a possible problem with your maid service?”
We all sat on the couch with Bill in the middle.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“The maid service changed the crew working this area a couple of months ago. Since the new crew started we’ve noticed a few small things going missing. Nothing major, no cash, nothing valuable, just small things.”
“So you want me to install what?”
“We were thinking, maybe some concealed cameras in the main rooms. Hook them up to a recording device, maybe put that in the attic where it’s out if sight.”
Bill nodded his head thoughtfully.
“How good a camera system do you need? Do you want audio too?”
Leah piped up before I could.
“Can you do high def?”
“Sure, but it costs a lot more, and the recorder is much more expensive.”
“Well, I think high def it is. If we catch them we want there to be no ambiguity right?”
“Okay, so that means audio too.”
“How many cameras?”
“How many would you need to cover a room?”
“Depends on the room. This room for example I’d need three, same for say the kitchen, for a smaller room a minimum of two. How many rooms do you need covering?”
“We’re thinking, here, the kitchen, the dining room, our bedroom, the ensuite, the main bathroom, and the den downstairs in the basement.”
“That’s a lot of rooms.”
“Don’t forget the deck area, Leo. Remember that garden ornament that disappeared.”
“That’s a big install. How soon do you need it?”
“Next week.”
“Wow. You guys are serious.”
Leah nodded.
“I don’t like the idea of our stuff walking out the door. Do we have to buy the equipment or do you rent it out?”
Bill chuckled.
“I always knew she could think things through better than you can, old friend. Yeah, Leah, we rent it out. We’re talking about thirty grand’s worth of kit here. No one would buy that outright if they could avoid it. How long do you think you’d need it for?”
“Maybe a month, possibly a second one. If we decided we liked the security it gave us, you’d sell it to us after that, wouldn’t you?”
Bill shrugged.
“Sure.”
“She’s serious though, Bill. We need the install completed next week, before Friday.”
“What are you going to tell the maid service?”
“Cancelled for next week ‘cos we’re having some work done. Your guys use unmarked vans, don’t they?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be very discreet if we didn’t, would it?”
“I’m sure I can work something out.”
“Perfect.”
“Now, if you don’t mind, I have a gold handicap to work on.”
“Thanks, Bill, we knew we could count on you.”
****
Bill’s crew were nothing if not neat, tidy and polite. Every night when Leo came home I’d get him to guess which rooms they’d wired up that day and to see if he could spot the cameras. He only spotted one, in the kitchen. The next day the guys moved it. Thursday they installed the large capacity recorder upstairs and began testing the system, adjusting the camera focus depths and ensuring it was working. Finally, on Friday they dropped a cable down the trunking to our home router and hooked it into our home network. Then the senior guy showed me how to work it. Now I could access the images from any of the cameras at any time on my laptop or the big desktop in the den.
It was a clever system. It didn’t leave a trace of itself in the browser history. Unless you knew the entry ID and password, you had no idea it was there. Perfect. There was even a remote control which switched the cameras on or off, or into standby that meant they worked on motion sensors. I could see why it cost so much.
Friday night I sat Leo down in front of the screen and switched the cameras on. I didn’t tell him there was an infrared night vision facility on it. I wandered from room to room, knowing he was switching from camera to camera watching my movements. I left my top in the lounge, my skirt on the deck, my bra in the hall and my panties in the kitchen. When I entered the den, he pounced on me like a man possessed, forgetting the cameras were recording that too.
We watched the recording of that several times over the weekend. We also practised with the cameras several more times.
Part II
Monday morning. I had a lump in my throat. It was almost time for the main event, I was about to be unfaithful to my husband for the first time in our marriage, and I was going to film the experience for him to watch! Of course I was nervous as he finished his coffee before heading for work.
“Are you sure about this, honey? You could back out. I could call in sick and go and confront him.”
I shook my head.
“No, sweetie. We agreed, what we are doing, and although I’m nervous, I’m looking forward to showing you the recording tonight.”
“Are you going to be safe?”
“Of course I am. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Will you be? Sitting in that office thinking of your wife stripping or being stripped naked and being fucked and there’s nothing you can do?”
“Don’t remind me. I have no idea how I’ll get any work done.”
I leaned over the breakfast bar and kissed the end of his nose.
“Now scoot, Leo, or you’ll be late. I need to get ready for our visitor. Remember he wanted me in red underwear, not a towelling robe.”
“You look great in the robe.”
“You say the sweetest things. I’ll see you tonight. Bye, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now stay safe. One phone call and I’ll break every speed law in the county and then every bone in his body.”
“I know. Scoot.”
I thrust his briefcase into his hand and ushered him gently towards the front door. Opening it allowed the bright sunshine to stream in. Careless of who saw me, after all I was covered by the robe, I hugged and kissed him goodbye, like I did most mornings, but today I was conscious of being somewhat on show.
As I closed the door he headed towards his car, seemingly in a daze. Without hesitating, I flicked the remote for the cameras onto standby and headed upstairs, knowing that from this moment onwards my every movement would be captured on film. We didn’t quite have cameras covering the whole house, but we’d covered that base by deliberately strewing junk all over the spare bedrooms. One of the cameras in the lounge covered the hall, and one in the kitchen covered the laundry room, if the door was left open. That only left the stairs, however our cover story couldn’t stand up to a camera there – nothing of note to steal. As long as Owen didn’t decide to get kinky on the stairs, I was covered.
Upstairs I quickly turned the music on and undid the sash on the robe. Turning to face the hidden camera at the foot of the bed, I slowly pulled the robe to the sides and let it fall, providing the system with its first recording of the day of my nude body. I heard Leo pull out of the drive and resisted the temptation to run to the window to call him back and call the whole thing off. The butterflies in my stomach had butterflies of their own.
To steady my nerves I sat down at the dressing table and started applying my makeup. Understated but definitely made up, that was the look I was going for. I’d of course already showered, shaved my legs and trimmed my landing strip, so the makeup and preparation only took a few minutes. By the time I was ready to get dressed the anticipation was beginning to have its effect on me.
At ten minutes to ten I was downstairs, wearing the underwear Owen had specified, but with my robe on over the top, loosely tied.
The door bell rang.
****
I glanced through the peephole to check it was Owen before I opened the door.
“Owen.”
“Good morning, Leah. I gather you’ve decided to be sensible about this. Mind you, I don’t seem to remember specifying the robe.”
“We need to talk, Owen.”
“Oh? I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”
He deposited the large equipment case in the middle of the lounge floor and bent down to flick the clasps open.
“I’m not sure we can go through with this. I don’t like being blackmailed.”
Owen straightened up and turned to look at me.
“Tell me another one. You don’t have to like it, but you will enjoy it. Besides if that were true, why are you wearing red stockings under that robe? I bet the only thing you are wearing under that robe is the underwear I told you to. If you weren’t willing to go through with this, why are you dressed like that?”
“Well . . .”
“Look, Leah. I know what you want. You enjoyed your last session in front of the camera and you want another. If you want to use the blackmail concept as your excuse for going through with it, then that’s up to you. I don’t care. What I do care about is seeing your sexy body encased in equally sexy lingerie and then it slowly being unwrapped for the lens and for my delectation. Followed by the opportunity to fuck your brains out. Now, lose that robe!”
The last sentence was delivered with a very firm note of command. The pitch of it caused me to visibly flinch and he laughed.
“I meant it, Leah. Take off the robe or the pictures I already have will go to your husband.”
He bent down to the case and pulled out a camera before straightening once more. He pointed the business end straight at me.
“Last chance. Leah. Lose the robe.”
Despite the knowledge everything was being secretly recorded, despite the feeling of control that gave me, I was intimidated, big time. My hands trembled as they moved to the knot in the cord and slowly pulled it apart, then clutched the two open sides of the robe to my body tightly. I could hear the clock, the click of the shutter as he took shot after shot of my nervous movements.
“Open the robe.”
His voice was softer now he was getting his own way, but the hint of steel, the tone of command, was still there. Helplessly I did as I was told, opened the robe and shrugged it backwards off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me, my hands somehow unable to keep a grip on the thick wool fabric.
“Much better. You look absolutely gorgeous again, Leah. You have excelled yourself. That outfit is just about perfect. It covers without entirely concealing. Now sit down on the couch for me.”
I did as he told me too, noticing how his entire manner was changing now he was behind the camera, still commanding, and intimidating, but somehow I was more at ease.
“Don’t you need the lights setting up?”
He shook his head.
“Not today, we’re going to be moving around much more. I expect to see some naked tits and ass in every room of the house today. Moving the lights would be a real pain in the ass and take far too much time. I’m using a slower exposure, and might use some flash elsewhere.”
“Oh.”
“Now, remember to smile for the camera. Come on, you did it before, and enjoyed it. Today you’ll enjoy it even more. So will I. You are a very beautiful woman, Leah, and I intend to let the camera capture that. I want you to love the camera, Leah—no—I want you to make love to the camera. Lean back and relax. Cross your legs. Perfect. Now smile.”
Despite all my reservations, last minute nerves really, I could feel the same hypnotic rhythm of his words as he guided me into the pose he wanted. That mixture of compliments and commands played me like a musical instrument.
“Slip the shoulder strap down onto your arm. Good. Now the other side. Now slide your top foot up your leg a bit further. Perfect. Hold that. Now smile wider. Good. Now move that leg again, this time I want you to put the ankle on your knee and drop one hand to cradle it. Perfect. Hang on; I want a different angle on this shot.”
He dropped to his knees and then further still to shoot up into the triangle made between my legs and arm. I knew he could clearly see the crotch band of the red lace panties from there. I also knew he could probably see the vague outline of my pussy crack through it too, as the lace was that thin, translucent rather than transparent. Glancing down, I could see my nipples beginning to thrust out into the lace of the matching bra too. The hidden camera was perfectly placed to capture what was happening to me.
“Now put your foot back on the floor but keep them about a foot apart. Excellent. Now I want you to lean forwards. Let the bra straps fall further down your arms, Perfect. You really are very pretty, and that position shows off your cleavage really well. Can you take a deep breath and hold it? Good, now let it out, take another one. Good. That really does show off your marvellous tits to great effect. I can’t wait to get my hands on them.”
His crude language jarred slightly, but again I was following his commands without hesitation, all vestiges of control surrendering to his words one after the other.
“Now, do you think you can slip your arms out of the straps without dislodging the bra? Let them dangle to the side. Very good, Leah. Now hold it there with one arm done, now do the other one. Sit back again, really lean back into the couch. Spread your legs a bit wider apart. Good, excellent in fact. A bit further. Maybe scrunch down into the couch even more. Your legs wider. Perfect. You’re a natural model, Leah, perfect at this. Most women take many sessions to reach this point but you’re there already. Your body is exuding sexiness through every pore. I can’t wait to get you naked again.”
My breathing was getting harsh, I couldn’t help it. The loss of control, the situation, and my anticipation of Leo’s reaction, when he saw the footage this evening, was turning me on, a lot.
“Now stand up for me, it’s time for that final denouement. Are you ready for this, Leah? Are you ready to get naked for me?”
I shook my head, but still rose to my feet.
“Turn your back to me, Leah. Now lift your hands to your bra strap in the back. Good. Turn your head and look back at me over your shoulder. Don’t forget to smile, great. Now unclip the hook but hold the bra in place until I tell you. You are one sexy lady. I hadn’t realised just how sexy the rear view is until just now. Hold the strap ends about four or five inches apart, now freeze like that. I want to get some shots of this luscious ass of yours, as well as the naked back. Perfect. Stay still.”
That was easier said than done. My legs were trembling and I knew if I wasn’t careful I’d start shaking. Any minute now I was going to be topless in front of my neighbour once more, giving him control of my body as well as access to it. When I turned to face him I knew my panties would give me away, I could feel my arousal seeping into the thin strip of lace, where it would be visible as soon as it was on display, which it very obviously soon would be.
“Okay, Leah. You can drop the bra now. We won’t be needing it again. Put your hands in front of you, cup your breasts and turn to face me again. Very nice. You look ravishing like that, or should I say ravishable.”
He chuckled at his own joke as I licked my lips, waiting for the command to lower my hands and expose my breasts to him for the first time today. Clearly it would also not be the last. My breathing was getting faster as well, I could feel my hard nipples trying to burrow into the palms of my hands, and electric flashes were running up and down from one set of nerve endings to another.
“Oo . . . What have we got here? I think you’re a naughty girl, Leah. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I blushed bright red as I realised my secret was now out, he could see the darker red expanding damp spot on the front of my panties – the final clue giving away my arousal. His laugh was one of pure delight, although there was a sinister undertone to it that echoed uneasily in my mind.
“Drop your hands to your sides, Leah. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours.”
My face was still flaming as I took a deep breath and slowly followed his instructions, allowing more and more of my breast flesh to be exposed to the one eyed monster he was pointing at me and clicking away.
“Smile, girl. Remember, smile for the camera, I can tell you’re enjoying it so show that fact to the camera. Now come on, I want to see if your nips are as hard as your slit is damp.”
The crudity seemed to excite me further still. My hands fell free to drop limply to my sides. Only my panties, with their embarrassing telltale providing any kind of modesty, and that would obviously not last much longer. Soon the strip would be over and the real game would begin.
“Very nice rack, Leah. Very nice indeed. Arch your back a little. Thrust your chest out at the camera, good. Lick your lips, toss your head back and now forward again. Lower it and look at the camera through your eyelashes. Square your shoulders a bit more. Perfect. Now lick your lips again. Excellent. The camera loves you, sweetheart, and you love it right back. Now go and perch your bum on the edge of the couch. Good. Reach down and undo the snaps on your garters.”
This was unexpected, I’d assumed the next thing I would be doing would be to roll my knickers down my legs, which was why I was wearing them on top of the suspenders in the first place.
“Now I want you to caress the stocking down your left leg, slowly, sensuously, make the picture really look sexy. That’s it. Stretch the leg out and lean forward. Let your tit press against your right knee. Perfect. That is so sexy. Keep going until the stocking is around your ankle. Now, slip the shoe off, remove the stocking and replace the shoe. Good girl. That looks fabulous, really, really sexy. No, more than sexy, fuckable. Now repeat with the other leg.”
I could see him moving closer as I followed his commands. Although surprised he got me to remove my stockings, it gave me a reprieve from the moment I would be baring my pussy to him, although a good portion of me was looking forward to that moment.
“Sit still for a moment please. Just relax while I reset the camera.”