by Bridy McAvoy
The scene progressed with very few surprises as Owen circled her as she sat on the couch, slowly exposing more and more of her chest to the camera and just as slowly spreading her legs apart and allowing the dress to drift up her legs. When the first nipple popped into view I looked over to see the real Leah was in pretty much the same situation as she was on the screen, allowing for the slightly different seating position. The camera in here, like most of the others, was mounted quite high so I couldn’t get the on-screen up skirt view that Owen was getting. Leah had obviously anticipated that from our respective positions on the screen and I only had to glance to my left to see the luscious expanse of naked thigh that Owen was obviously shooting.
Her breathing was quickening too, both in the room and through the speakers. Both Leah’s were getting turned on.
“Bring your other hand inside the dress. Really nice. Circle your nipples with your fingers again. Hold still while I adjust the dress.”
On screen, Leah couldn’t see the way Owen put the camera down as he moved behind her, keeping her eyes focussed on the porno in front of her, exactly as she’d been told. Unfortunately I couldn’t see it as the screen wasn’t covered by the camera we were watching from. He undid the halter neck and returned to crouch in front of her to shoot her exposed breasts.
“Drop your right hand down to your lap.”
I looked over at Leah again, who was continuing to mimic her own movements on the screen, although clearly she’d undone the halter herself. Inside my trousers my cock began to twitch as it recognised it was about to see something it had never witnessed before. I swear it has a mind of its own. It was also going to see if the whole thing in glorious stereo.
When Owen stood up I realised Leah had been right all along; Owen wasn’t even partially erect. During the other shoots, as soon as her breasts or ass were on view he’d been rampant. Now there wasn’t even an outline of a semi-erect dick. My wife had actually screwed him until he couldn’t get it up anymore. That must have done wonders for her ego, it certainly was for mine.
“Let’s get your cunt out in the open as well as your tits, Leah! Lift the hem of the dress to your waist.”
It was obvious my devious neighbour was being deliberately crude as she exposed herself to him for what must have been the umpteenth time that day. It was an incredibly erotic shot and you could see she was panting on the screen. Suddenly I realised she hadn’t been wearing panties on Monday afternoon and my head whipped round to look at her next to me. Nope, she wasn’t here either, I could see the folds of her pussy between her splayed legs as she moved the dress up to her waist, exposing herself to me exactly as she had on-screen to Owen.
“Drop both hands to your inner thighs and stroke them. Good. Put a little pressure into the movement; let’s see them indenting the flesh. Good. Stroke a little further, bringing your hands closer to the side of your slit. The camera loves how you shave your cunt and leave just that tiny strip of blonde hair above it. You really do have a pretty little cunt, Leah.”
The crudity continued to tumble from his foul mouth but she continued to do his bidding. It was abundantly clear she was excited in front of him and when I looked again the film of moisture coating her outer labia was enough to demonstrate that was also true live. I almost didn’t want to watch the screen anymore, more interested in focussing on what was happening only a few feet to my side. Leah’s attention was fixed on the screen as she tried to coordinate her movements with the timing of events on the screen. I continued to watch her and listen to Owen rather than watch what she was doing on the recording. The similarities were stunning but there was a subtle difference too, at this minute she was doing this for my enjoyment.
“Good girl. Now spread your lips apart with your fingers, show the camera the inside of your cunt. Let’s see some pink.”
Right there and then Leah did exactly as Owen was telling her image to do. I was mesmerised by the way she was playing with her own body.
“Take your right hand and fish out your toy, sweetheart. Use the left hand to lift that side of the dress to your waist. Good girl. Now switch it on and rub the end over your outer lips. Excellent.”
“Slouch down further in the seat, move towards the edge more. Good. A bit more. Now splay your legs out as far as they can go. Put the tip of your vibrator on your clit and turn it to a higher setting. Good. Does that feel good, slut?”
There was my wife, doing something I’d never seen her do before; playing with herself with a vibrator. The smooth silver casing was already getting wet and slick from her juices. The gentle buzzing sound rose in pitch as she mimicked her own actions to Owen’s instructions. Hearing the vibrator close by and from the speakers was incredible. The sounds seemed to amplify themselves. It was getting hard to control myself, I desperately wanted to push her hands and the toy away and attack that part of her myself. It was difficult to just sit there and watch. I thought my rod was going to burst the fly on my jeans and I knew from her facial expression she was as hot as I was.
Leah began to thrust the vibrator in and out of her pussy, its buzzing sound alternately rising and fading as it disappeared and reappeared from inside of her. Her whole body stiffened and she rammed the device all the way inside herself. She tried valiantly to suppress any sound but couldn’t prevent the deep guttural groan that escaped her lips. Her hips thrashed and churned in wild abandon as the orgasm coursed through her body, her legs trembling from the aftershocks as she fell down the far side of the emotional peak.
I didn’t care what she had planned next, I needed to get laid, and I needed to get laid now. I moved faster than she was ready for in the afterglow of her orgasm, my hand finding and clicking the pause button on the laptop. I could see I’d caught the image just right as it froze into a parody of what I’d just witnessed beside me. Without speaking and certainly without asking her, I grasped her ankles and pulled her further down the couch until she was lying flat, no longer propped up against the armrest.
“Wha . . .?”
She wasn’t quite coherent as she tried to sort out in her brain what was happening to her but I wasn’t waiting for her to get her shit together, I wanted her body now. I wanted to make love to my wife, right here, right now.
I sprang upright from my sitting position, my hands working feverishly on my fly as I quickly pushed my jeans and shorts down. I almost jumped straight on top of her supine from but managed to climb on top of her instead. She felt my weight on her and she opened her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Her arms went around my back and I realised she’d been able to move her arms and dispose of the vibrator before I arrived on top of her. She hadn’t been quite so single minded or out of it as I’d thought.
“What took you so long?”
She purred into my ear before bringing her face around to kiss me. Things were happening down below as I tried to position myself at her entrance and she tried to squirm into place to let me. I decided to let nature take its course as her arms locked around my back and our kiss became more passionate. I could feel the end of my erection pressing against her damp inner thigh and adjusted slightly to aim more centrally. In the end Leah solved the problem in the age old fashion. Her stocking covered legs rose to wrap themselves around my buttocks, lifting her slit into position and centring me with the same motion. I pushed forward and was rewarded with the feel of her slick lips parting under the pressure as I slid into her channel. She moaned into my mouth and broke the kiss.
“Hard, Leo. Do it hard. I need it, soooo bad.”
Her legs tightened around my ass, pulling me into her. I responded, driving home in a single thrust, no attempt at teasing. As she’d just cum on her vibrator she was wet, slick and open enough to take it. She moaned louder.
“Oh . . . Leo . . . Give me more!”
There was no more length I could give, I was totally buried into her, my balls touching the inside top of her thighs. She shifted her legs higher onto my back, opening herself up further still and giv
ing me the opportunity to pull almost all of the way out and thrust home once more. She grunted this time rather than moaned, her own change of position deepening the penetration. I thrust again, and then again, each time making her grunts come louder and louder. Still aroused by her own earlier actions, as well as the feel of me inside of her, she was rapidly approaching another orgasm.
Leo . . . God! . . . Leo! . . . I’m cumming . . . Leo!”
She began to shudder underneath me as she screamed out my name. I loved to hear her doing so and it would normally drive me over the edge too, this time though, while I was rock hard, I wasn’t yet that close. She screamed and writhed under me as I continued to pound into her. The sensation as her lower body jiggled and bucked around my prick was indescribable.
Suddenly I realised she was looking at me.
“You . . . you’re still going? Keep feeding it to me, honey. Please keep feeding it.”
There was no finesse to my movements at all, simply thrusting into her, hard and fast, almost mechanically regular. Her legs pulled me into her with each stroke, her arms around my back stopping me from moving my hands or mouth to her breasts. I could feel her nipples pushing into the fabric of my shirt but she didn’t want the stimulation there, she wanted it to be centred on her vagina, nothing else mattered.
I kept going and going, her passion building again and this time I think we both knew we would come together. She began to pant and grunt again and I knew her moment was close. I was close too, and feeling the passion roaring through the body underneath, and wrapped around me, was enough to bring me off too.
“I can’t hold it!”
“Don’t, Leo. . . Leo! . . . I’m there . . . Cum with me Leo! . . . Cum with meeee! . . .”
Her hips bucked and rocked while I drove hard and as far in as possible, her legs rising ever higher on my back. I felt the tremendous build up of sperm blast from the tip of my cock to bathe the highest reaches of her vagina as she screamed out and her body convulsed. Jet after jet shot out as her orgasm also seemed like it would never end. Finally her arms and legs relaxed and I slowly slid downwards, allowing my surprisingly still rigid cock to slip out of her gaping hole.
She playfully smacked me on my back, a signal to get off her and allow her to breathe. We were both drenched in sweat.
Leah pushed herself up onto her elbows, and looked at me, the huge post coital grin on her face showing me I’d done what she’d wanted me to.
“Shower, honey. Scoot. I want you clean in my bed. Don’t think you’ve finished for the night, buster! I’ll tidy up down here and then follow you.”
“Leave the tiding up and come shower with me.”
She shook her head.
“Sorry, honey, no can do. I need to get all the evidence put away, given I have a visitor in the morning. Can’t give anything away.”
She rose gracefully and lithely to her feet and pushed the dress, which was merely wrapped around her waist, down over her hips and then to the floor. Yet again she intended to do all the work naked. I couldn’t resist the chance to watch her.
“I’ll help and we’ll shower together.”
She smiled again, her face lighting up as she pretended to think about it.
“Okay, Leo. You win. But can I make a suggestion first?”
“What?”
“You pull your trousers up first. You can’t move quick enough to watch me, which is actually what you want to do, if they are hobbling you round your ankles.”
Her silvery laugh echoed around the den.
****
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
I opened my eyes to see Leo perched on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around the middle of his freshly showered body. He was holding out a cup of coffee to me. I’d slept that soundly I hadn’t even felt him get out of bed.
“Oh, sorry, honey. I must have slept through the alarm.”
“No prob. I’m in time for work.”
I stretched, watching how his eyes followed the movement of my naked body under the single sheet. His pupils dilated and I suspect that under the towel he was more than half hard. Trouble was; there just wasn’t enough time. Neither of us were really into quickies, and in the morning Mister Eveready could go on for what seemed like hours.
“Come on, your turn in the shower while I get dressed and then you can get dressed while I get breakfast. Okay?”
I nodded but he didn’t move.
“What you want is for me to get my naked ass out of bed and watch it all the way into the bathroom.”
“Of course.”
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. I grinned back at him and sipped the coffee. It was still too hot but would be at the perfect temperature after a quick shower. I made a production of lifting the sheet and turning it back, showing my breasts, then my belly, my landing strip and finally my pussy in sequence and allowing him time to look at each in turn. I swung my legs out of the bed and rose to my feet, keeping my movements slow and graceful before walking around him into the bathroom. As I was about to close the door he spoke.
“Leah . . .?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Can I suggest you get dressed the way Owen wants you to? I’d like to see that.”
“Oh.”
It brought my mood down a little thinking about my date with our blackmailing neighbour.
“Well, I was thinking, you will look really sexy like that and I thought you might like the chance to rehearse a little.”
“Rehearse?”
“Opening the door with the robe partly open.”
“Oh. . .”
I looked at him suspiciously.
“You want me to open the front door like that for you?”
“No, silly, we can use one of the internal doors.”
“Actually, Leo, you’re not daft are you? That’s actually a good idea. See you in thirty minutes.”
“Better make it twenty, not got that long before I’ve got to leave.”
****
The rehearsals had really been nothing other than a giggle fest, with both of us almost doubled up with laughter. With me opening the door into the landing from one of the spare bedrooms, pretending it was the front door, and pretending the man on the other side was Owen and not my husband with a silly grin on his face. His eyes had constantly drunk in the flashes of my nudity I’d presented him with. If I opened the door too quickly the breeze of it passing blew the robe open, probably what Owen wanted to happen. If I opened it too slowly it just felt really stupid and made us both laugh.
Finally it had been time for Leo to head for work and me to wait the half an hour before our devious neighbour arrived. I watched from behind the living room curtain as Mia left for work for the day and stood in the hall waiting for my guest.
At one minute to nine Owen appeared at the foot of our driveway, about forty feet from the door. He stopped and looked directly at the door as he stood there, expectantly, aluminium camera case in hand. Thankfully he wasn’t interested in taking photographs at this point, which was some relief for me. I watched out of the peephole while a car passed and then a man walked past on the other side with his dog on a lead. He looked quizzically at Owen but didn’t stop or otherwise say anything. The roadway was now clear and I could delay no longer.
I reached for the door handle, a bright fake smile painted on my lips . . .
Leah’s New Lens
Part I
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
I opened my eyes to see Leo perched on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around the middle of his freshly showered body. He was holding out a cup of coffee to me. I’d slept that soundly I hadn’t even felt him get out of bed.
“Oh, sorry, honey. I must have slept through the alarm.”
“No prob. I’m in time for work.”
I stretched, watching how his eyes followed the movement of my naked body under the single sheet. His pupils dilated and I suspect that under the towel he was more than half hard.
Trouble was, there just wasn’t enough time, and neither of us was really into quickies and in the mornings. Mister Eveready could go on for what seemed like hours.
“Come on, your turn in the shower while I get dressed and then you can get dressed while I get breakfast. Okay?”
I nodded but he didn’t move.
“What you want is for me to get my naked ass out of bed and watch it all the way into the bathroom.”
“Of course.”
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. I grinned back at him and sipped the coffee. It was still too hot but would be at the perfect temperature after a quick shower. I made a production of lifting the sheet and turning it back, showing my breasts, then my belly, my landing strip and finally my pussy in sequence and allowing him time to look at each in turn. I swung my legs out of the bed and rose to my feet, keeping my movements slow and graceful before walking around him into the bathroom. As I was about to close the door he spoke.
“Leah…”
“Yes, honey?”
“Can I suggest you get dressed the way Owen wants you to? I’d like to see that.”
“Oh.”
It brought my mood down a little thinking about my date with our blackmailing neighbour.
“Well, I was thinking, you will look really sexy like that and I thought you might like the chance to rehearse a little.”
“Rehearse?”
“Opening the door with the robe partly open.”
“Oh…”
I looked at him suspiciously.
“You want me to open the front door like that for you?”
“No, silly, we can use one of the internal doors.”
“Actually, Leo, you’re not daft are you? That’s actually a good idea. See you in thirty minutes.”
“Better make it twenty, not got that long before I’ve got to leave.”
****