Accidental voyeur Pt. 02 - Friday
Readying for the Encounter
All week, I couldn't shake the unsettling revelation that my wife had been cheating on me. It was dismaying to find out that her lover, younger by two decades, was anything but respectful. It was evident from his tone, so rough and crude, that he held the reins of control.
Conversely, my wife, characterized by her introverted and reserved demeanor, wasbehaving in a way that was completely out of character. She hung out with this loutish man with no regard for her dignity and submission.
I canceled my obligations on Friday as much as possible and secured a private office to work in.
Just before noon on my phone, I received the first alert. My wife had just arrived home. Dressed in her smart black skirt and white blouse, which to me signaled a day full of work-related meetings.
Upon entering the house, she left her bag in the entranceway and made her way to the kitchen to quench her thirst. She carried her drink with her to the bedroom. I quickly switched on the hidden cameras. It took a few moments to spot her. Curiously, she appeared to be undressing for a bath. First to go was her heels, which she elegantly hung near the clothesline. Subsequently, her black skirt suit disappeared, leaving only her white blouse and matching black tights.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that, scrutinizing her slender frame. She loosened her white blouse, allowing it to drop onto the laundry basket. As she removed her bra, her breasts were exposed, pert and defined. Raising her hands, she fondled her own breasts gently. With eyes closed and a thoughtful look, she could be tickling nipples delicately. Satisfied with the results, she removed her pants, tossed them in the laundry basket as well. Now dressed in pearl-colored panties and a black bra, she faced the mirror, legs spread wide. With her free hand, she ran it between her thighs. Intrigued by the possibility of a switch in her behavior, she left the bedroom and approached the bathroom.
It was hours later when another alert notified me that she was back in the bedroom. It was about 4:00 pm, and she was in a bathrobe, applying a pink nail polish on her toes. Having completed the task, she carefully adjusted her hair, letting it cascade down from her head, pulling it into a low ponytail. Her look was unfamiliar, feminine but with an edge to it.
In the dim light, I could see her standing before the mirror, brushing her tresses. Her hair was perfect, and she tied it all up into a bun. At the dressing table, she prepared for her monthly makeup session, a ritual I was well familiar with.
She had always been nervous about her facial features, deeming her lips too thin and her nose slightly too prominent. But she was skilled at her makeup, and applied her foundation using a brush. She deftly selected a blush that perfectly suited her skin tone.
She was almost two hours into this ritual when I logged back in; she was in the bedroom trying on different outfits. She still wore her bathrobe and had chosen her hair up in a style that she favored for special occasions. Once she moved closer to the camera, I observed that her makeup was complete. Her eyes were accentuated by light blue shades, and her eyelashes were dark and full. Her cheeks were vibrant red from the blush. The contrast of her lips—figured by the black lipstick—was striking. Laying on the bed were two potential outfits: one elegant, long, black cocktail dress, and a shorter black dress with spaghetti straps. She gravitated toward the longer one, likely for its classy and refined appearance. The black dress, gorgeous and sensual, held the potential to make any man weak at the knees. Before donning it, she removed the little velvet buttons that adorned the front of the dress. A pair of matching black undergarments contrasted the outer showcase. As she unclipped the bra and the garter belt, the feminine essence that lay dormant unleashed. These items she draped on a nearby chair.
Approaching the mirror once again, she regarded herself while donning the attractive ensemble. The dress hugged her curves and accentuated her waist. Before going out, she closed the buttons at the front. Now ready to go, she completed her attire with a sexy black bra and match panties, adding a new kind of zest to her usual attire. [
She was facing the other way as she removed her bathrobe, revealing her marvelous butt to me. While she wasn't conventionally pretty with her facial features, she'd worked hard to maintain her figure. At 52, she was as slim and curvaceous as a lady half her age.
When she turned around to hang the bathrobe on the door and faced the camera, I was astonished to see that she'd shaved her pubic hair. Only a thin strip remained, pointing down to her pussy. The rest was completely bald.
At that instant, her phone started ringing in the living room, and she hurried over to answer it. She brought it back while it was still ringing and glanced at the screen before answering the call. I wasn't able to hear who was speaking, but her demeanor shifted, making me suspect it was him. She sat naked on the bed as she listened. Then, in a soft tone, she began apologizing for something. She paused once more to listen before saying, "I'm truly sorry, my phone was in my bag." She seemed to flinch at a sharp reprimand from the other end of the call. And she said, "Yes, I'll keep it close."
The call ended soon after, and it must've been him coming home.
She swiftly put on the lace lingerie set and then reached into her purse for something else. She pulled out a stocking package. She carefully unfurled the first stocking, slipped her foot inside, and rolled it up her leg. She did the same with the other one before standing up and adjusting the hold-up band of the lacy top.
She appeared in a rush now as she returned to the dresser and opened her jewelry box. She selected a pair of dangly earrings and a matching set of bangle bracelets. Finally, she went to the closet for shoes. She chose a pair of black sandal heel strap shoes, which were about 3 1/2 inches tall, her highest pair.
After giving herself a final look in the mirror, she picked up her bag and walked through to the living room. She closed the curtains, adjusted the lights, and tidied a few things before sitting down and anxiously checking her phone. I watched, entranced and a little anxious myself.
The Date
There was a notification from her phone, and she immediately grabbed it and opened the message. She typed a brief response, then rushed to the bedroom. She checked herself out one more time in the mirror before walking toward the hallway. As the doorbell rang, she opened the door to see her expected visitor regrettably standing there.
She welcomed him silently and followed him into the living room. I switched cameras. He was sitting on the couch with his feet on the table, glaring at her in the middle of the room. "Turn around," he growled.
She slowly turned to face him and then turned back again.
"What the hell is that dress?" he demanded. "Did you think we were going out to a formal dinner or something?"
She looked a little flustered, "Er, you said to wear something nice."
He cut her off immediately, "I said, something interesting. I meant something sexy."
He continued, with contempt in his voice, "Ok, try this." He fiddled with his phone for a few moments and found what he was looking for. A generic dance track with a strong beat started playing.
He sat back on the couch and issued his order, "Dance for me. Show me what you've got."
A little nervously, she began to sway, finding the beat. Her hips swayed under the tight dress and as she turned, he grinned maliciously.
He continued to observe her for a minute or two before speaking. "Show me how much you want it. Stick your ass out."
She pressed her hands to her knees and bent her back like a cat. The dress clung tightly to her hips, and she presented herself in the way he desired: the beautiful shape of her butt outlined in the silky fabric.
He commanded once more, "All right, lose the dress. Dance and strip for me."
She straightened up and began to turn slowly, caressing her hips and moving her hands up to her breasts. Then she reached into her bra and pulled out her left breast. With a bit of coyness, she wet her finger in her mouth and stroked it over the exposed nipple. She twisted the swollen nipple between her fingers until it was red and swollen.
He relaxed on the sofa and smiled encouragingly at her effort.
Her fingers find the buttons again. Once she reaches the waist, she shrugs her shoulders out. With a wriggle, it slips over her wide hips and drops in a pile at her feet.
"Excellent!" He exclaims, as he observer the foundation garments.
She mends her performance, looking more self-conscious until, at last, the music ends.
He stands up and strolls around her. His hand trails across her derriere. Then, he walks behind her and grips her breasts. He grasps and molds them while pressing his hips into her back.
She gasps and blushes.
He lets go as abruptly as he began, and walks away, giving her time to regroup. When she turns, he is standing with his back to a chair by the window.
"Move one of those here," he commands, pointing to a pillow on the sofa. She fetches one and brings it to him. He accepts it then drops it at his feet with his request, "Kneel!"
She fumbles a bit in her heels, trying to maintain her balance. She places her left knee on the cushion before bringing her right knee to join and resting back on her heels. She looks up at him, waiting attentively.
But she didn't have to wait long. He undoes the laces on his tracksuit trousers and orders, "Take them off."
She stands up on her knees and places her hands on his waistband. She must stretch the stretchy tracksuit material over his hips. She pulls them down to the floor, and his semi-erect cock springs out. It is not covered by any underwear. When she looks back up, it leaves a string of pre-cum on her face. He grabs himself and rubs his wetness and her spit on her cheeks and forehead, observing her reaction. She keeps her position, head tilted up as he smears her makeup. Then he orders harshly, "Okay. Is this what you wanted?" "You can have it. But if you want to play with me, then you follow my rules. Understood?"
She looks up at him and nods gently.
"I can't hear you nod. Answer!"
She replies, "Yes, this is what I want, as we agreed."
He nods and issues his straightforward, avid command, "Suck!"
She hesitates for a moment. Then, she stands up on her knees and tentatively grabs his cock with her right hand. She lifts it to her mouth, beginning to lick the tip with her tongue. She seems to waver as she tastes his salty mixture with his sweat. But she has made up her mind and a look of reverence and joy passes over her.
Directing toward her lips, she licks his cock with her beautifully curved lips. She runs her lips across the head, and underneath, down the shaft. He firms, twitches and rises above her. His large balls brush her face and she tips her head back to lick them. He lifts his cock to give her access while her tongue explores them fully. He watches intently as she struggles to reach the back, lapping them thoroughly.
When he withdraws, his erect cock drops on her face. It disturbs his wetness and her saliva over her eyes and cheeks, dragging her makeup with it.
He rubs his body against her cheek and his fingers find her mouth. She sucks on them voraciously, and as he reaches deeper, all the way to the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex. But she doesn't pull back, and he doesn't stop. He continues until he believes she is completely submissive, signifying her obedience. Then he leans back away from her. His cock stands in front of her.
She kneels up to meet him, adjusting her position to align her mouth. Then she finds the tip and inserts it into her mouth.
I look on as she fulfills his intent. She grips the swollen head of his cock between her lips while her right hand traces carefully along his shaft. The pleasure on his face is unmistakable as her left hand reaches around his hips. Her eyes look up, seeking guidance or approval, but he remains silent. She adjusts her position again, moving closer, and draws herself farther onto his prick. She pauses several times, retaining him at the back of her throat. Her eyes scan his face, demanding his approval or maybe permission to carry on. He stares ahead, indifferent. She draws in his cock, then halts, uncertainly, before continuing. Both hands clench his hips tightly as she slides herself forward, taking him deeper. She stops to collect herself several times, holding him near the back of her throat. Her eyes dart upwards, asking for approval or admittance, yet he stays indifferent. "[YourName]," He suddenly calls out. The issue with this is that the in-text reference is not given in the prompt, so while it may adjust the text slightly, it is not necessary to leave it in the output](/msg).
She prepared herself for what lay ahead. She tilted her head slightly and moistened her plump lips, then positioned them carefully over his enlarged head again. She slid back against his thighs, moving flawlessly over about 4 inches of his shaft. I recognized the cues, albeit something she had never perfected. She halted. His hefty dick slid into her mouth easily and I could see her cheeks bulging with strain. He glanced down at her and growled, "Go on!"
Inspired by his attention, she thrust forward. There was a slight jolt as she opened her throat to him. Her eyes widened as she stifled a gag, held it for a few seconds, then retreated with a gasp. He observed her with a malevolent expression on his face as she labored.
As he leaned back, the curtains flapped open slightly. She tried to pull them back, but he prevented her with a glance. She returned to her task with renewed vigor, determined to please him. Her eyes closed as she descended onto his cock. As she reached the bottom of each stroke, her head jerked slightly as her throat opened and she took in another inch more. She paused to contain her reaction and clutched him firmly. He was on the verge of climax but not quite ready to let her release him yet. He leaned back and peered through the gap in the curtains. He pulled them back, only halfway, but enough. The vivid sunlight illuminated the scene like a spotlight. A sensation of anxiety washed over her. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls partially exposed her to anyone approaching the home or peering from the road. She returned to her duty. She was likely hoping he would orgasm then they could flee. But he evidently relished her predicament and seemed intent on prolonging her humiliating predicament.
Something outside, possibly a passerby, piqued his interest. With an evil gleam in his eye, he extended the curtains even further, exposing her fully to the street.
At that moment, a phone call came in and the camera stopped recording. An annoyingly persistent coworker. I rushed through the conversation and curtailed it as much as possible. However, it took almost 15 minutes before I returned to the living room camera.
My wife remained in the same position but seemed more unkempt. Her hair had slipped from its clip and was tousled from the coach's grasp. Her makeup was smeared and her mascara ran down her cheek. The strap of her bra had slipped off her shoulder, displaying most of her left breast. To say she looked disheveled is an understatement. It was more like the state of a party whore at a bachelor party!
Yet she appeared to be in a trance and entirely engrossed in her job. Her hands caressed the back of his strong thighs and her eyes were closed in focus. Each slow descent ended with the slight jerk as he entered her throat, followed by a pause. She had evidently struggled to control her gag reflex and it had left her with a copious trickle of saliva dripping off her chin and onto her breasts.
It seemed she'd been doing this since I'd taken the call. Probably 20 minutes or more. She persisted, keeping up a consistent pace. She was tiring and uncomfortable. She stopped again. She rocked back on her heels and allowed his cock to exit her mouth.
He looked down at her. "What's your problem!" He barked. He was nearing orgasm and wouldn't be denied. He thrust forward and she rocked back. He grasped a clump of her hair and pulled her head down onto him. Then he thrust once more, seeking the back of her throat yet again. She spluttered, no longer able to control her gag reflex. He executed it again and observed her struggle to accommodate him, saliva pouring out of her mouth. When he released her to take a breath, he spoke once more. "Well, are you going to perform as agreed or am I going to do it for you? Your choice!"
She looked up at him and found her voice. "Let me do it, please." "I'll do it the way you taught me. Please, I want to fulfill your desires. I've been practicing like you said. I just need a moment to catch my breath, please."
He looked down at her. Her submission acknowledged by verbal confirmation pleased him. It was clear that he was now her Dom and she would fulfill his wishes.
With a condescending, contemptuous smile, he said, "Alright, you have 1 minute." He checked his watch.
She sat silently, watching her self-confidence disappear. The seconds slowly ticked by. Without any further encouragement, she surrendered control and moved back into her previous position. Stealthily, she turned her head and moistened her fingers in her mouth before reaching up to hold him. She wetly traced her fingers over the shaft and tip. She gently rubbed her moistened hand at the base and applied pressure. With more spit on her fingers, she created a smooth, lubricated tunnel. She carefully held his penis as if it were a sacred object. She glided her hand on it until he was fully arduous once more before adding her mouth to the stem. As her hands moved down and exposed the glans, she took it between her lips and nursed him. Her hands went down and exposed his crown, before taking it between her lips and suckled him forcefully. His excitement built as his pleasure level rose, but he fought back the urge to climax.
He grinned at her and realized what he needed. She shifted forward, placing her palms on his buttocks and approached. Closing her eyes, she leaned up and found his head with her tongue. She traced her tongue along the shaft while purse-lipped before parting them to let her tongue slide over the head. His muscles spasmed as she reacted. She withdrew, licked her lips and returned her lips to his cock. Professing her love, she slid smoothly downwards this time, reaching the end of her mouth and then withdrawing, repeating the pattern. Several minutes elapsed as he indulged in her tender oral caresses. His body was in the midst of intense pleasure under her attentive care, and she suspected he was close. She withdrew again to circle his glans with her moist finger. She glanced up at him and asked, "May I taste you? Will you fill my mouth?"
His reaction was too much for him. She could tell he was about to climax. She took him back in her mouth and slid down. This time, she didn't pause. She grasped the back of his thighs and guided herself down.
The last 3 inches of his cock disappeared as he entered her throat. She gripped it inside her throat until her lips touched his balls. She coughed but withdrew not at all. His convulsions kicked in, and he grabbed her head, feeling his balls draw up. His orgasm struck, and the spunk burst forward.
He released the first pulse into her throat. However, for the second, she drew back slightly, maintaining a slight hold on the crown. He spasmed, and she opened her eyes wider, realizing he had shot again. Leaning back, she presented her mouth open in front of him, jerking him to release a third pulse.
Cautiously, she took the cock once more into her mouth and sucked off the remaining cum.
He collapsed back against the table, stunned by the intensity of his orgasm. She remained kneeling until he recovered. When he looked down at her, she placed a hand under her chin and gently opened her mouth, catching the remaining cum in her palm. She lifted her hand up above her face and allowed the cum to fall out, watching it pool in her palm.
"Not that bad," he observed.
"Oh, you are quite the cock sucker, aren't you?" he mocked.
"We should do that again soon."
But there were few other things that you'd have to learn if you desired a consistent date."
"What are those, sir?" she asked.
"First, you need to address me with the appropriate respect."
"I must always call you sir when we're together and if you instruct me."
"Is that clear?"
"Completely."
"The second thing is you must be available to answer my call no matter where you are, and comply instantly."
"The third is that you should follow any orders I give you."
She nodded then said, "Understood."
"Prepare lunch for me while I nap and think about your next lesson."
"Yes, sir!" She replied and hastily dashed into the kitchen.
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