Hidden Camera

Hidden Cam

If only Mark would throw his dirty underwear in the laundry basket, I’d had this conversation with myself many times before but although I tell him he never changes.

Opening the drawer in his den where he keeps his undies, I ask myself, why, can’t he keep them as I do in the bedroom? There, thrown in with the clean ones are a week’s dirty undies. I sigh, Might as well tidy the drawer.

Now the undies are tidy I make to close the drawer but something catches my eye, it’s a tiny piece of fabric quite out of keeping with the rest. I tug at it but it’s stuck and there is so little of it I have the grip it with nails on finger and thumb. Hell, it’s so tiny what can be holding it?

Almost ripping out my nails I tug hard and the tiny piece of material becomes bigger, and with it lifts the base of the drawer. Only it isn’t the base at all, it’s a false one and the material I pull out is a pair of women’s panties; they are gross! The silky undies are grey from being handled; there is a stain of goodness knows what; they smell revolting.  These are definitely not mine, I distance myself from the ownership of them; currently or formerly.

Pulling out the false drawer bottom reveals other panties, even a pair which looks quite new; tentatively I put them near enough to my nose in order to check if there is a smell of my perfume, there isn’t, and I don’t recognise what is on them.

This is disgusting, what is Mark doing with this underwear?  My fingers move the detritus of some illicit activities and find a small key. I look around the room for a lock to fit it.  Behind some boxes is a night stand with lockable door, I push the key in but it won’t turn. Damn, now where do I look?

Having searched the house in vain I have an idea, I slip outside to the garage to resume my search for a lock to fit the key. All I find is a small trunk under a workbench and have to clear car parts from it to find a keyhole. Why does he have so much junk?

Ah yes! The key fits. I find that my heart is beating faster and my fingers tremble but I am not quite sure why. Is it expectation or perhaps excitement, but of what, do I fear what I may find in here?

The lock is stiff and my fingers seem not to have the strength to turn the key but finally it turns and I take a deep breath and pause a second before releasing the lid of the trunk.

The contents are disappointing as I already knew of Mark’s collection of pornography; old girlie magazines, some without a doubt with pages glued together as proof of my husband beating his dick to ejaculate over some breasts, grossly large which yet show no sign of sag; movie DVD’s of girls masturbating, couples fornicating, in fact the whole gamut of pornographic images.

I don’t object to Mark keeping his collection; some in this container will have been kept as keepsake of the wonderful hours that we have shared the images to spice up our sex lives. I rummage through the contents reminding myself of joys that we shared.

One magazine is folded open at a page showing a stunning girl facing a giant cock. The night that Mark showed me it and swore that the girl paled into insignificance compared to me, and I assured my husband that the guy would have been jealous of his wonderful cock, was the night we fucked for hours and wished it would never end, such was the passion and strength of our fucking. My hand now steals between my legs and I promise pussy that she will get attention as soon as I get back into the house.

Sighing I push the contents back in the trunk, but as I make to close the lid I catch sight of something taped inside the lid. Using my nails I peel off the tape to reveal another key. Oh damn, now where, of course, in the bedroom, that devious man.

Initially the contents of the unlocked nightstand cupboard appear disappointing; some of the same as in the garage trunk.

There are some unlabelled DVD’s, and the promise I had made pussy may be helped to fruition by watching some big cocked guy ramming it home to a lucky girl, so I power up the DVD player in the bedroom, take  off my panties and lie on the bed grasping the remote.

 Aw shit, amateur night. The images are blurry and the camera work is less than professional, in fact it is crap; the guy obviously was holding the camera as he fucked the girl, it reminds me of our old cam before Mark bought the HD one.

I choke and sit bolt upright as the girl’s face flashes into view; it is me! The look on my face is... contorted, I appear to be screaming,  it is embarrassing! I turn up the sound and omg the noise I was making, it sounded like some wounded animal. Isn’t it strange how, in the throes of exquisite indulgence of receiving your husband’s cock, you just don’t know what you look or sound like. Mark too was groaning and grunting as he does as he nears a landmark orgasm. Suddenly my fingers are busy at my pussy as I lie here on the bed.

As I bring myself off to a rather quick and sudden orgasm I wonder why I don't remember ever seeing this video. As it runs its full course I diddle idly at my pussy and realise it wants more work of the same as I had just treated it to.

Hurriedly stripping naked I grab a vibrator from my collection and slot another DVD in the player.

Oh jeeze. Same couple fucking but the images are so sharp and so close, I witness Mark’s cock penetrating my pussy; even my blonde landing strip is in focus. It’s something that naturally I have never seen before and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and I look around guiltily. The switch on the vibe turns to high and I sink the plastic to the depths of my vagina.

Suddenly the scene changes to a fuzzy long shot of a couple fucking on a bed as if their lives depend on it. It’s still Mark and me but how did he do that? I don't care, this is so damned hot, my pussy is overflowing and wetting bedding, I need a towel but I can’t, I won’t, stop pleasuring her.

 As Mark’s cock settles into a rhythm in the video, I synchronise with the vibrator and it’s almost as if he is in me, his hot flesh penetrating so deliciously.

Not that I am bothered at this moment but I see what my clever husband has done, he has made one video of the content of our old, low resolution cam combined with images from the new HD one.

Scrubbing hard with my finger tips at clitoris and fucking my pussy in strong thrusts I feel from deep within me the source of the sensation that floods over me in a tsunami the most sensational pleasure that has my vaginal and anal muscles throbbing and pulsating so strongly that it is almost painful, I yell out loud as my orgasm explodes.

Resting, I decide to watch more images of me being fucked at another time when I am alone.

Mark  had better watch out tonight I am going to fuck him so damned hard.