Spy Games

Mmmm, that was a good one!"

Zara slowly opened her striking blue eyes, her cheeks and chest flushed pink, and looked over at her husband as a warm glow embraced her.

"I love it when you touch me in the morning".

She kissed him with her full, warm lips, using her tongue to tease him a little, before rolling over and skipping out of bed, quickly wrapping herself in a lightweight grey dressing-robe.

"Don't forget we have that party tonight", she said, as she disappeared out of view, heading downstairs to make their morning coffees.

Zara was in her mid-forties and to the outside world was a professional lady in a management position, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a well-respected member of her local community.

An attractive lady, Zara was petite, curvy in all the right places, with shoulder-length, glossy brunette hair, full lips with a warm smile. She always dressed confidently and enjoyed being the centre of attention, although she would be reluctant to admit that to others.

Behind closed doors, Zara was a deeply sexual being, always eager to be kissed and caressed by her husband of twenty years, Marcus, with whom she enjoyed an active sex life. Zara appreciated quiet, tender moments on her own too, when her mind would wander through imaginary scenarios and her hand would venture between her legs, guided by a compulsion for pleasure.

The party in question was being hosted by friends in their leafy village and presented to opportunity to say "Thank You" to new acquaintances who had cared for their pets whilst Zara and her family had recently been away.

A bottle of expensive red wine had been gathering dust in her kitchen since returning from a Mediterranean holiday. Sean and his wife, Aoife, had moved to the village from Ireland a few months before, and a mutual friend had connected them when the neighbours that normally helped were unable to.

They were younger than Zara, in their mid-thirties, no kids, and seemed to be forever exercising, often running together on nearby country roads in clothing far too tight for anyone the slightest bit out of shape. They were both of athletic physique. Sean had ruffled, sandy hair, tanned skin, and a toned, muscular gym-body, about five foot seven with a sleeve tattoo on his left arm and another one in Gaelic text on the underside of his right forearm. Aoife had a pretty, freckled face, slim build, with blonde hair, often tied back in a ponytail, and was slightly taller than her husband.

The end-of-summer party was in full swing by the time Zara and Marcus arrived. They had been delayed because Marcus, as he often did, he had neglected getting himself ready and had instead admired his wife from the vantage point of their king-size marital bed. He loved watching her apply her make-up, style her hair, and spray perfume across her body.

Zara enjoyed his eyes being on her and had slowed her own progress, making sure he watched her as she climbed into ice-white underwear before sliding inside a short, floaty summer dress, white with blue flowers. She knew it was a favourite of his; its low cut showed off her magnificent, rounded breasts, whilst its short length showed off much of her silky, toned legs, and barely covered Zara's modesty. She knew Marcus would be on the lookout for a glimpse of her underwear during the party.

On arrival, Zara and Marcus exchanged pleasantries with the party host and accepted glasses of Prosecco to kick off the evening. She felt Marcus's hand on her waist as he pointed to where Sean and Aoife were sitting, on the opposite side of the garden. They acknowledged their arrival with a smile and a nod and got up from their chairs. After handshakes and pecks on the cheeks, Zara expressed their thanks, and the wine was handed over.

"I love a good Red," said Sean, "but Aoife's not as keen. Lucky that I did all the work then, isn't it?!"

He flashed a smile, and after a little small talk, the couples drifted off to join various conversations around the garden.

The party continued long into the evening and the drinks flowed, the sun had long since set, and the garden was illuminated by bulb lights strung around its perimeter. Zara had just finished a conversation with the host and was stood alone, admiring the well-kept nature of the garden when Sean appeared beside her.

"Enjoying your evening?" he enquired.

"Very much so," replied Zara as they clinked their near-empty glasses together.

He asked about her holidays, they talked about work, IT for him, the bookshop for her. His soft, undulating Irish accent meant Zara thought he was always pleasant company, even if what he said was of little interest to her.

After a period of semi-awkward silence, Sean fixed eye contact with Zara, smiled, and in a low, hushed tone, mimicking her Northern English accent, he said words that changed everything:

"You know me.... I just love fucking...I always have, and I always will!"

Sean smirked with satisfaction, watching Zara's pretty face for a reaction.

Zara was stopped in her tracks. She tried not to show it, but she was completely confused. How could he know about that, the exact words Zara had uttered only once before, to her husband, in the privacy of their bedroom, just a few weeks ago during a passionate night where she had recounted past sexual experiences.

She began to blush, not just her cheeks but across her chest too. Feelings of betrayal were mixed with a flutter of excitement and butterflies.

"Everything OK guys?" Aoife intervened. "Sean, you must come and speak to this lady about the previous owners of our house, do excuse us, Zara."

Zara stood alone in the garden as the party continued around her, wracking her brains.

How could Sean know those words?! No one could! Marcus would never have told anyone; he was far too discreet and, in any event, did not know Sean well enough for that kind of conversation. There must be something more going on.

Sean had seemed so confident and smug. There was no doubt he had wanted Zara to know what he knew. As her mind worked through all the possibilities. As well as being annoyed at being broad-sided, Zara began to find herself intrigued. Had she been being watched?

Not content with one statement, as Sean and Aoife left the party, his send-off comment to Zara and Marcus was "See you soon!" with a cheeky wink, which left Zara torn somewhere between anger and excitement.

She decided to keep Sean's words to herself while she investigated. On their return home, Zara feigned a headache and undressed in their walk-in wardrobe, climbing into bed in darkness, before lying in bed in silence, her mind racing at the possibilities.

Lying there unable to sleep, as she listened to Marcus's breath fall into the heavy rhythm of sleep, she cast her mind back over all the things that Sean would have witnessed in recent weeks if her suspicion was correct: how she spends her quiet moments alone, using her fingers or toys to pleasure herself when the house is empty; the sounds she makes as she cums; how she makes Marcus watch her play with herself before denying him his release; the detailed descriptions she had given Marcus of how old boyfriends would fuck her; the different ways she's been fingered, licked and fucked; how she swallows every last drop of her husband's cum when she sucks his cock; or the delight she gets from feeling it hit her body, dripping over her curves; the restraints, the whips, the bodice.....

She was overwhelmed with a flutter of excitement and the tingling of her pussy, and lay beside her sleeping husband, annoyed at not having yet figured out the puzzle, and frustrated at being too horny to sleep.

The following morning Zara resolved to track down the source of Sean's intrusion and examined every inch of their bedroom.

Although she had a keen eye for items out of place, not knowing what she was searching for meant that, after half an hour, Zara was no nearer solving the mystery.

Frustrated, Zara sat herself on the cushioned front-edge of the bed and sighed. She looked out across the fields opposite their countryside home and turned her gaze back into the room to the bouquet of fake blue and white flowers standing in a blue metallic glass vase on the dresser opposite the foot of their bed. Between the posies, something glinted in the morning sunlight and Zara moved closer to investigate.

There it was!

Amongst the fake flowers was a small discreet black device, like a miniature, slim, television remote control, with a glass lens directed straight towards her, which must have been the source of Sean's spying.

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, as she reached for the device hiding in plain sight amongst the flowers.

Not even half out of the vase, Zara hesitated and considered her next move. As much as part of her wanted to stamp on the camera, shattering it into a million pieces, she also was immediately excited by the thought of leaving it in place.

Zara could already feel the effect that being under surveillance was having on her. Carefully she replaced the camera, leaving it secreted amongst the flowers opposite the bed.

It was a warm summer morning and Zara had already thrown open the windows of the upstairs bedrooms to give them some air. On the breeze, she could hear Marcus talking to a neighbour outside.

Slowly, she stepped towards their bedroom door and closely it quietly, taking care to make no sound. Standing in front of the dresser with the vase upon it, Zara released the thin cord wrapping her grey dressing robe around her body.

It fell to the floor and Zara stood completely naked, her amazing breasts rising and falling with her breath, as she posed for her voyeur. Her nipples hardened as the fresh summer breeze swept across her body, every inch of her body on show.

Fixing her gaze on the camera, Zara took a step back and rested her shapely bum on the end of the bed. Leaning backwards and she parted her thighs to show more.

She already knew she was wet, but Zara was taken aback as she slid a finger between her lips to glaze her hardening clit.

"Oh, wow!" she whispered as she looked at her glistening fingers, before returning her gaze to the camera.

She found her favoured spot and eagerly began to circle her clit. Within seconds her pace quickened, and she knew this wasn't going to last long.

Within a minute, Zara came hard, her body jerking intensely as she did so, one hand on her left breast with her erect nipple poking through the gap between her middle and ring fingers, the diamonds in her rings catching the morning sunlight.

Flushed, she lay back on her bed regaining her composure having just cum harder than she could remember. Knowing she was being watched had added an intensifying effect on her pleasure way beyond her expectations.

She was quickly shaken from her warm afterglow by the sound of Marcus banging his way back into the house and up the stairs, and Zara quickly rolled out of bed into the shower, still feeling incredibility wet.

That night, after a bottle of wine shared at home with Marcus, and a full day of thinking about her watcher, Zara was outrageously horny and fit to burst.

She often preferred to take the lead in the bedroom and this evening was no exception.

Once naked and ready for bed, instead of lying next to each other as they normally would, Zara directed Marcus to stand at the foot of their bed to watch her play, illuminated up by the bedside lamp. Dutifully, he did as he was told, but placed himself between the vase and the bed.

"You'll get a much better view if you come around here", Zara suggested, gesturing to the side of the bed.

Marcus obeyed and repositioned himself beside the bed where his beautiful, naked, wife lay. Standing beside the bed with his hard cock standing upright as he enjoyed the show, Marcus had opened a clear line of sight for the camera.

"Touch yourself," Zara instructed, knowing there were two men watching her every move intently.

Marcus obeyed, keeping his eyes on his wife's pretty face and amazing body, as she stared past him. Zara reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table and pulled out her huge, flesh-coloured dildo that she had put there earlier that afternoon.

The sensation of its weight and girth in her hand always surprised her. She briefly took it in her mouth to moisten it, before gently massaging her clit with its large head, before finally sliding it inside herself, stretching her lips wide and filling herself up, exposing herself to her watchers.

"Don't cum!" she ordered Marcus, "I'll be needing you in a minute".

He gently stroked his erect cock, taking care not to over-excite himself, as he watched his wife orgasm delightfully, her pussy audibly squelching as she climaxed.

Zara swiftly positioned herself on all fours on their bed. Unusually, she chose to face the foot, rather than the head of their bed, and whispered to Marcus.

"I really want you to fuck me!"

He needed no second invitation to slide his long cock into her wet embrace, plunging deeper inside her with every thrust.

Zara fixed her gaze on the flowers, scanning the petals until she found the hidden lens. Her hand still gripping her fat dildo, occasionally licking and sucking on it seductively with her eyes on the camera, her moans were muffled as Marcus rammed inside her.

Her magnificent breasts swayed in time to Marcus's thrusts, and Zara reached between her legs and made herself cum again, this time around her husband's cock. Zara stared down the camera for as long as she could before closing her eyes and bowing her head as immense pleasure washed over her and she let out a deep, guttural moan.

Marcus could stand no more and he tipped over the edge, emptying his week-long denied balls into his wife, gushing stream after stream of warm cum into her tight, pulsating pussy.

Zara murmured with pleasure as each wave splashed inside her, before they collapsed in a sweaty heap and kissed tenderly in a bedroom heavily scented with sex, before turning off the bedside light.

Although the camera remained amongst the flowers, it would be a few weeks until Zara and Marcus were next physically in Sean and Aoife's orbit, this time at an organised event at their village pub.

Zara happily chatted away with Sean in a social setting, as if nothing had ever happened, although knowing everything he must now have witnessed always made her wet as she stood beside him.

She was casually dressed, wearing a white T-shirt, the imprint of her bra visible through the material which struggled to contain her ample breasts, and tight blue jeans that clung to her slender legs. On more than one occasion she thought she caught Sean looking at her chest, but she couldn't be sure.

The Irish couple had been away to a far-flung, tropical destination and Sean was showing Zara their holiday pictures, as they chatted amongst the crowded pub, drinks in hand.

He began to scroll through the picture roll on his phone, showing Zara images of turquoise seas, white sandy beaches, and the occasional picture of the good-looking young pair enjoying dinner together.

Zara thought they looked the perfect couple, with their youthful, sun-kissed skin, sunglasses and figure-hugging swimwear and fashionable clothing.

As Sean flicked though the pictures, the pace slowed before he stopped and let the next picture linger.

Zara looked at sight before her on screen in the crowded pub, being shielding from others' view by Sean's body; it was a picture of the largest erect cock Zara had seen in her life.

It was unmistakably Sean's, with his underarm tattoo visible. It was truly a magnificent sight, easily eight inches in length if not more, its large purple head standing proudly, large veins protruding from its tense sinews and Sean's grip around it appearing small in comparison.

Zara's pussy tingled involuntarily.

They made and held eye contact for a few seconds, whilst Zara tried not to look back at the phone. Her willpower failed her, and looking down she caught a final, momentary glimpse.

"Made you look!" Sean quipped, before casually scrolling on through the rest of the holiday pictures, as Zara tried to ignore the aching sensation between her legs as she blushed, taken aback by how brazen Sean had been.

Nothing more was said and shortly afterwards, Marcus and Aoife joined the conversation and they talked with their partners and friends about family, work and holidays, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, although there was a certain image seared into Zara's memory and butterflies in her stomach.

Several more weeks passed without Zara running into Sean in person, however the Irish couple were hosting an early Christmas party, and it was a boozy affair.

Aoife had enjoyed a fair amount of Christmas cheer that afternoon in preparation for the evening.

At one point, still early in proceedings, Zara and Aoife were in the kitchen together popping open another bottle of prosecco when Aoife unexpectedly turned the conversation towards sex, in her uninhibited state.

"Do you and Marcus still do it a lot?" she enquired, slurring slightly, probing whether the fires were still burning for the older couple.

"A bit, yes, maybe a couple of times a week" Zara lied, not wanted to reveal too much about her more-frequent exploits. "We still fancy each other after all" she smiled.

"Interesting....", pondered Aoife, "...We hadn't even been doing it that much in the last couple of years, but over the last few weeks Sean has gone into overdrive and been all over me. I shouldn't complain, it's good, and some of the things he has done to me have been fantastic, but...." her voice tailed off as she reconsidered what she was about to say.

"Go on..." Zara invited.

"Well, the problem is....and it isn't really something a girl should complain about but...", lowering her voice to a hushed tone, "He is just too big down there! It makes everything a test of endurance. I can only get half of it in my mouth for God's sake!" she half-sighed and giggled, the drink having its effect.

Zara blushed; especially given she had more insight into the matter than she really should.

Their moment was broken by revellers intruding to fetch beers from the fridge.

"You'll be fine. Enjoy the attention", Zara advised and squeezed Aoife's hand before she walked back to the living room to find Marcus amongst the partygoers, the stilettos of the sparkly high heels she had paired with her glittery black dress clicking on the tiled floor of the hallway.

Later that evening, Zara excused herself from another dull conversation about village life and tried the downstairs toilet door to find it was occupied.

"Try upstairs", suggested Aoife, noticing Zara from the hallway, "Second door on the left".

"OK, thanks!"

The Irish couple had a house much larger than they needed and eventually Zara found the bathroom.

On her return a few minutes later, as she was making her way across the large landing towards the stairs, she found Sean in her way.

As she went to move past him, he blocked her path. With Zara in heels, they were of similar height, and she could smell his aftershave as they stood together. Hidden from the view of the ground floor as they stood on the landing, Zara could hear the music and conversations coming from below.

"I just had to tell you how much I've been enjoying watching you.... I'm always so fucking hard for you! Thank you put putting on an awesome show," Sean whispered into her ear in a hushed tone, his breath warm against Zara's neck.

Gesturing towards his dark blue jeans, he undid a button and pulled down his zip slowly.

Zara stood in front of him, awaiting his next move.

"I've cum over you so many times over the past few months" he whispered, "I think about you every time I have a wank, every time I fuck my wife."

"I know", Zara replied with a smile, relishing the effect she had on the younger, handsome Irishman.

Overwhelmed by excitement and the crackling of sexual tension, he reached inside his underwear and released the largest cock that Zara had ever laid eyes on; bigger even than her first impression from the photo.

"Impressive!" Zara complimented, refusing to break eye-contact.

"What are you going to do with that?"

She could see him twitching and straining in the edge of her field of vision. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly ran a fingernail along the rigid, warm shaft of Sean's cock, watching his emerald-green eyes roll back in his head as she did so.

Casting her mind back to the kitchen conversation with Sean's beautiful young wife, Zara slowly sank to her knees on the plush pile of the carpet, whilst looking up at Sean, her hand gripping his girth, unable to close her fingers fully around him.

Still maintaining eye contact, she ran her tongue around the fat head of his cock, running the tip along the pronounced ridge where its bulging head joined the shaft. Very slowly, Zara wrapped him within her lips and, inch by inch, took his full length inside her mouth and down her throat, until her upper lip was against his taught, muscular torso and her bottom lip rested against his tight balls, which she squeezed tightly in her left hand.

Zara held that position, her right hand wrapped around his back pulling him in close, and Sean could feel the warm breath from her nose on his skin, as her tongue slowly massaged the underside of his thick erection.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed, her big blue eyes watching his every reaction.

He was massive and holding him in her mouth had tested Zara to the limit, but she was determined not to show Sean any signs of her struggle.

After holding that position for what seemed like an eternity to Zara, and with the beat of the Christmas party music coming from below, Zara slowly reversed her position and withdrew his cock from her warm embrace, enjoying the sensation of his straining shaft as it passed over her tongue, teeth, and lips.

A long string of saliva attached itself between the head of his cock and her mouth and it lingered for several seconds before falling to the floor between them.

Holding his massive cock in her hand, Zara rose to her feet and leant in and whispered, "That's all you'll ever get from me".

Sean drank in the scent of her perfume and the smell of her shampoo in her hair, and reached out a hand towards her dress, seeking to search beneath it, but Zara caught his hand firmly before gently pushing it aside.

"You can look, Sean, but you don't get to touch!"

In that moment, Zara had thought a hundred different thoughts: how it might have felt if Sean had explosively unloaded his tight balls whilst she held him in her mouth; whether she could have swallowed every last drop of warm cum he had for her, given his immense size and obvious excitement; where his hands might have ended up if she had let him touch her under her dress; what it might have felt like for her soaked pussy lips to be stretched wider than ever before as he slid that huge dick inside her, had they darted into an upstairs bedroom.

But that wasn't Zara.

She would never go further without telling Marcus. From their previous discussions, she was certain he would be outrageously turned-on hearing about these events, and would very likely have encouraged them, but there was a limit to what Zara would do without bringing him into the fold.

Zara didn't at all mind that the consequence of her respecting her self-imposed boundaries was to leave Sean standing before her, with a massive erection still glistening from her saliva, slowly fading away on the landing.

With that, Zara returned downstairs to the party, looking back over her shoulder as she did for one last look at the biggest cock she might ever see in her life, to which she blew an imaginary kiss from her moist lips, as she disappeared for view.

A couple of minutes later, when Zara saw Sean re-enter the living room, she made sure that he noticed as she leant in and kissed her husband deeply as they sat together on the sofa, with her tongue forcing itself into his mouth.

Marcus was initially taken back by the aggressive kiss but responded likewise, before pulling away to take in the view of his wife.

"Mmmm....", he whispered, "...I can't wait to get you home", words that gave Zara's dripping wet pussy a further tingle of excitement.

As she sat beside Marcus on the sofa and held his hand in hers as they chatted with other partygoers, Zara could only wonder if Marcus had been able to taste Sean on her mouth when they'd kissed.

Zara struggled to focus on idle conversations for the rest of the evening, as stories of Holiday plans went in one ear and out the other; she was overwhelmed by horniness. She wondered whether Sean had taken himself to a secluded spot, touched himself, and made himself cum after their encounter upstairs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, and she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter, churning over the events earlier that evening and those of previous weeks.

It was too much to bear. She felt fit to burst.

Excusing herself from a conversation, Zara moved swiftly to the Irish couple's downstairs toilet and locked the door behind her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see how flushed her cheeks and chest were. She liked what she saw. Her hair was shiny and glossy and had stayed as she'd styled it earlier, her make-up subtle but accentuating her big blue eyes, and her party dress showed of her boobs beautifully. She blew a breath across her chest in a vain attempt to cool down, but she knew it was no use.

There was only one way out of her predicament.

Zara hitched up her sparkly black dress to reveal electric blue underwear, the ones that drive Marcus crazy. With her back to the door, Zara slid her undies off, wiggling her hips and letting the material slide down her silky legs and over her heels. Once off, she lay herself down, the cold, tiled floor cooling her bare bum. Her hand found the blue silk underwear loose on the floor as she rested her head against the door. She spread her knees wide, keeping her shoes together.

She could feel her wetness running out over her bum already. She pushed the underwear inside herself, until half the delicate lace material was hidden, before her right index finger found its home, pressed against her hard, erect clit, demanding to be caressed. Impatiently, Zara began to play in earnest, circling her clit and biting her lip.

Almost immediately, her orgasm was upon her, and she gripped her chest, holding her breath and pressing her lips firmly together to stop an almighty groan from escaping as she orgasmed, quickly and so, so hard, her pussy soaking the electric blue panties inside her.

Zara rested for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her heart racing.

"Oh-my-god!" she whispered as she exhaled.

She gently pulled the underwear out of her pussy, taking time to savour the sensation that every pull of the material had on her insides until they were finally out of her, half-drenched through.

She felt so much better for her release, and refocussed, she intended to rejoin the party. She gripped the damp underwear tightly in her right fist as she left the toilet, smiling at the grey-haired lady who had been waiting patiently at the door.

She knew Sean's office was by the front door and Zara darted in there unnoticed and took a quick look around. Opening the top drawer of his desk, Zara placed her underwear inside before slowly closing it, checking no one had seen her.

As they walked home later that night in the crisp, frosty air of their tranquil village, Zara pulled Marcus in for a kiss at a dimly lit spot at the bottom of their lane.

As they kissed, Marcus's hands explored the contours of the little black dress Zara had been wearing and, to his surprise, found no outline of underwear on her hips or shapely bum.

Encouraged, he ran his right hand under Zara's dress and found a cold, bare bum cheek to squeeze.

"Took off your undies, did you?"

"Never had any on!" Zara lied, kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth before taking his hand in hers and turning for home.

Despite the thrill and excitement of being under Sean's gaze in her most private moments, as time had passed, Zara began to feel of bring the curtain down on her watcher, although she was still grappling with whether, and how, to tell Marcus about the last few months.

Finally, she resolved to conclude matters, but not before one final show.

Zara had the luxury of a single day of the working week when she was not required at the bookshop.

With her husband working in London and the children at school, Zara had the liberty to do whatever she wanted. She would often take advantage of that freedom to touch herself in various places around the family home, upstairs, downstairs, or in the garden, sometimes it was a quick and efficient play to get tension out of her system. On other days it was a slow, lingering experience using her favourite toys, building up to an almighty release.

Zara was in the mood for the latter this week, and on her return to their quiet, countryside home had taken herself upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Marcus and stripped off her clothes, keeping the windows and curtains open.

Perched on the end of the bed, her curvaceous body looking amazing, she calmly addressed the secret spy's camera.

"This is the last time I am doing this, so I we had better make it a good one!"

She wondered whether Sean was watching in real time, sat in his office, supposedly working his IT job from home. Or whether he would have to catch up on a recording later that evening or beyond, perhaps whilst Aoife was on one of her countryside runs and he had time to release that monster cock from his trousers again, playing with it in both hands.

Zara reached forward and pulled the small black device from its vantage point in the vase.

"Time for a close-up!" she quipped as she moved to the king-size marital bed and lay back on the floral bedsheets, shifting the plentiful cushions underneath her naked back so that she was comfortable and tilted up just a little.

Zara nervously began, "It feels strange talking to a camera.... where do I start?"

As she began to speak, words came more easily.

"I've really enjoyed how being watched has made my pussy feel. I am so wet all the time. I like knowing that you've enjoyed watching me, and watching us, and I often wonder what you've been thinking about and doing to yourself, and to Aoife."

Zara continued, "I like to think about where you've imagined yourself cumming on me, Sean. I bet you've thought about it too. Would you like to cum on my tits?"

Zara moved the camera to give him a close up, moving it slowly over the contours of her chest, squeezing her breast with her free left hand, showing him the erect nipples that the excitement of being watched by a fit, younger man with a trophy wife of his own had created.

"What about my tummy? Have you imagined cumming there?"

Rolling over, she showed off her pale, rounded bum, with a cute crease between her upper thighs that Marcus loved to lick and kiss.

"How about here? I bet you've imagined covering my bum with a big load from those tight balls too, haven't you?" Zara purred.

Rolling back to her starting position, she lay with her legs straight out in front of her, pointed down the bed.

"How about here?"

She moved the camera, so it was so close to the mound of her bald, aching pussy.

She always kept herself that way to feel every sensation when she touched herself or Marcus explored her with his mouth. Her skin there was pale in comparison to her stomach and thighs.

"I bet it would look great, watching you play with yourself over me just there. Or would you prefer to see me like this...?"

Zara opened her legs and as her pussy lips parted just a little, she knew Sean would be able to see how wet she was as she filmed with the secret camera.

Using her free hand, she parted her lips wider still, exposing herself more.

"I've thought about what it would feel like to have your cock inside me when I cum, filling me up, it must feel amazing to be so full... you must have thought about this too, Sean." she purred.

Her mind turned to the memory of the recent party, "I bet you've found them by now, but if you haven't, there is a pair of my favourite undies in the top right drawer of your desk. I came with them inside me when I touched myself in your house at Christmas... you didn't know I did that, did you?! I just couldn't help myself, after our little meeting......" Zara winked and smiled to herself.

"I want you to put them in your mouth, touch yourself and cum for me."

Keeping the camera focused between her legs, Zara started to play with her clit, finding it so slippery from the wetness between her legs.

She imagined Marcus standing at the end of the bed watching too, his hard cock in his hand as he played over the sight of his beautiful wife entertaining another man.

Zara knew he would get a huge thrill out of that.

She imagined Sean's bigger, thicker, throbbing cock again.

She recalled how it had felt in her mouth, how she had enjoyed falling to her knees in front of it, before completing the challenge Aoife had inadvertently set in motion.

She imagined Sean playing over her, his rippled six-pack tense with excitement and the veins bulging in his tattooed bicep as he stroked himself, his piercing green eyes fixed on her body.

Her orgasm started to build, and as she began to climax, she moved the camera back to her face.

"Do you imagine having this view as you fuck me? Would you be gentle? Or would you fuck me hard?" she asked, knowing there was only one answer, her voice now strained under the pressure of her excitement.

"Oh god, I really want you inside me."

With that, Zara slid the slender device inside her pussy and came instantly, loudly, ensuring Sean would be able to hear her moans of pleasure from inside her.

Zara shuddered uncontrollably. She couldn't ever recall her body shaking like that, her calves looking so tense, her pussy gushed, leaving a wet mark on the sheets and her fingers stickier than ever.

She lay there recovering her composure for a few minutes, still idly fucking herself with the slim camera, enjoying the sensations it provided even though it was so small, listening to the noises coming from her pussy, and smiled to herself knowing how much Marcus would have enjoyed the acoustics.

Finally, she withdrew the camera and moved it back up to her face. It was covered in her pussy juices, glistening in the light pouring from the open bedroom windows.

"I hope you enjoyed that last one as much as I did!"

Zara blew a kiss down the lens.

There was a small switch on the back of the device that Zara clicked to "Off." She had thought about disposing of the device or smashing it with a hammer from the garage.

Instead, she got up from her bed and secreted it at the back of the drawer containing her varied, colourful lace underwear, in the unit the blue vase and fake flowers sat upon.

Zara had no idea how she was going to tell Marcus about the events of the last few weeks and months. It seemed an impossible task, but it was a story she had to confess. She wished he would understand and embrace the excitement of the events.

She hoped he would get hard when hearing about Zara's exploits and that he would tell her he loved her more now than ever.

Thinking over the experiences made Zara feel incredibly horny even now, but she just didn't know how she could adequately explain herself face-to-face and whilst also describing how amazing she had felt being desired and admired from afar.

So, one drizzly Tuesday lunchtime, Zara made herself a Nespresso coffee in a glass mug and, with Daytime TV on in the background, sat at her laptop in the kitchen of their family home, looking into the middle distance through the patio windows towards their garden. Her fingers rested on the keyboard and, as she noticed the large diamond in her engagement ring glinting in the interior lighting, she began to type:

"Mmmm, that was a good one!"