Author: OneIdleHand
Title: Unseen Eyes
Summary: Steven returns after a business trip wanting sex, but on his terms. He's not exactly dominant, and she's not exactly submissive. This isn't about that. It's about a woman who lets her husband do what he wants with her. In this case, he wants a show, and she shows all. It was a good thing he planned ahead on a videocamera, and if she knew about it, she didn't seem to care. But was that the only unseen eye?
Keywords: mild verbal Mdom, voyeur, MF



Unseen Eyes  

I had been out of town on business during the week, and, 
returning, home, I had one goal:  relieve the urgency in my 
balls.  All week I had been reading "Penthouse Letters" stories, 
but I had not allowed myself to cum.  My wife, Hayley, likes to either 
see a large load shoot, or feel it within her, so I wanted to save up 
for my return.  As I was driving home, I was trying to decide how 
I wanted the evening to progress.  My wife hadn't indicated she 
was particularly amorous during our evening phone calls.  Her 
comments basically included kid facts and home repair needs.  A 
toilet had a slow leak, and the doorbell had jammed.   Since the 
subject of sex had not come up, I didn't expect her to be 
aggressive, or even suggestive. It would be up to me, likely.

The return home involved the usual hugs and "I missed you."  
After eating dinner, spending some time with the kids, and 
tucking them in bed, I was left with little time to get my plan 
together.  I made a quick trip to our "toy" supply, and went 
downstairs with it, planning on fun in our den floor.  It 
wouldn't be the most comfortable, but I wasn't in the mood for 
the "in the bed" routine.  Going upstairs, I found that my wife 
was showering, and after a quick talk through the door, figured 
that she would be a while.  

Given this apparent extra time, I found our homemade porno movie, 
which was now a "best of" camcorder moments taken over the last 
couple of years.   We had just purchased a new VCR that would 
hold a single image frame, that we had placed in our upstairs 
bedroom.  I fast-forwarded to the end of the tape, to our last 
session, where I freeze-framed a shot of my cum shooting onto my 
wife's face.  It had been the only time she had allowed me to do 
that, and I was certainly hoping she would again someday.  The video 
was stunning, and I had watched it often.  I turned off the lights in 
the room, so that her eyes would be drawn to the TV when she 
exited the bathroom.  I found a post-it note, and placed it on 
the TV screen.  It said simply, "come downstairs, naked."  

She was still in the shower and everything was ready, so I went 
Downstairs to check my e-mail, since I had been out of town for the 
week.  After connecting and reading most of the messages, I became aware 
that Hayley had approached behind me. 

As I turned, she was standing near the doorway.  She was naked, 
just as I had hoped.  My wife stood before me, her skin flushed 
pink by the hot water in the shower.   My wife was 35, with brown 
hair just past shoulder-length, blue eyes, and she stood about 5'5".  
She was an attractive woman, and was blessed with skin that gave 
her a natural beauty.  And after a shower, with wet hair, she 
always looked especially fresh and desirable.  People that we had 
just met would often comment that they had met her before, or 
knew someone who looked just like her.  

My wife had retained much of her girlish figure.  She was 
fortunate to have hips and thighs that didn't easily gain weight.  
Her midriff had the normal female curves, pronounced by 
childbirth, and her breasts, always the magnet to my eyes and 
hands, looked perfect.  Her breasts were 38C's, and although she 
was self-conscious that her tits no longer stood firm from her 
chest as they had when she was a teenager, the natural sagging 
that had lowered their placement made her all the more real to 
me.  She wasn't an "untouchable" pin-up girl, complete with 
surgical enhancements.  She was, instead, the embodiment of a 
real world woman, with a natural sexiness, who had a face and 
figure of which most men would be jealous.  And most women, too.

As I stared at her, her nipples stood to points, and her dark 
brown areola contrasted with the never tanned whiteness of her 
breasts.  Looking down, I could see just a few beads of water 
that remained in her cunt hairs.  Her hair wasn't particularly 
thick, and she had trimmed it to a tidy triangular shape.  I 
could just make out the cleft in her cunt between her legs, 
especially as she stood with her legs slightly spread.  I looked 
down to her slim thighs and her defined calves.  I liked the 
shape of her legs, and thought briefly that I should spend more 
time caressing and kissing them.

Hayley had remained silent as I looked her over, a smirk on her 
face.  Whether this was because of my gradual once-over or the 
picture on the TV upstairs, I didn't know.  I placed my fingers 
over my lips, so that she would know I didn't want her to speak.  
She still looked at me with that smirk, which, if anything, meant 
she knew games were afoot.  Whether she was just putting up with 
them or ready to go with it I didn't yet know.

"Reach back with both of your hands, and pull your hair up over 
your head."  She did this, and I was happy that she obeyed, 
understanding that I was "in control."  This particular move also 
had the effect of raising her ribcage, thus lifting and 
projecting her breasts.  As she stood there, I casually reached 
to the computer desk and retrieved my Polaroid camera.  We had 
taken only a few "intimate" pictures over the years, some of 
which I still had.  For whatever reason, the camera didn't take 
pictures as well any longer, so I had bought a new one while 
out-of-town.  She didn't know this, and probably expected the 
pictures to be washed out as with other recent tries.

I told her, "Strike a pose," and snapped a picture, then another.  
"Very good! Now come closer."  She did this, and I placed a 
blindfold on her.  She accepted it easily, as we had played these 
games before.  Although the computer room would have been 
adequate, I had the rest of my toys in the den.  So I turned her 
around, and led her there.

My wife had finally somewhat gotten used to being videotaped.  
Whether she knew I had it on, I didn't know, or care.  It was to 
be my night.  As I turned the camcorder on, she didn't give any 
appearance that she heard its mechanisms start.  I had left three 
lamps on in the den to provide adequate lighting.  She knew that 
the bay window to our front yard did not have curtains or blinds, 
but it was summer, and the leaves were full, blocking the view to 
the street.  It also helped that we were in a cul-de-sac.  The 
lights added a certain amount of risk, but were necessary to film 
her.  She had played our "porno" movie in the den before, without 
concern from walkers-by, so...  

First, I wanted her to understand that this wasn't going to be a 
night for making "love."  I wanted hard-core sex.   And first, I 
wanted a show.  I told her to cup a breast with one hand.  She 
did.  I told her to pinch her nipple with her other hand.  She 
did this half-heartedly.  It was too early for nipple stimulation 
to turn her on yet, but this was for me, not her.  "Pull on your 
nipple, between the tips of two fingers."  As she did, I watched 
as the skin of her upper breasts pulled taut, her 1/4" nipples 
stretching to almost an inch.  I moved closer to her, and began 
nibbling on one tit as she continued to play with the other.

It was a minor miracle, actually, that about 4 years ago, Hayley 
had rather suddenly begun to enjoy my playing with her nipples, 
or sucking on them gently as she hovered them above my mouth.  
This had more recently changed so that as she approached climax, 
she enjoyed having them pinched or rolled between my fingers 
rather savagely.  This had the unfortunate complication of 
bringing me to climax too soon, but it was worth it.

As she wasn't yet getting into the mood, I knew a little talking 
would get her juices going,  "I've been fantasizing this week 
about your breasts.  About snuggling my head between them when we 
go to bed, about holding them while standing behind you, feeling 
the warm softness of the flesh underneath.  And then I think 
about stretching your areola tight with my fingers while 
flicking my tongue back and forth against just the tips of your 
nipples.  And of course, I think about how they swing so hard 
when I fuck you doggy-style.  And then I cum while remembering 
fucking you on the back porch, naked and leaning against the 
rails, while I pinch your nipples against the hand rail boards."

She began to respond to this with deep breaths, and I noticed 
that the smirk was gone from her face.  I had her lay on the 
floor.  I had thought about tying her arms and legs, but decided 
I wanted her to be able to move around some, at least for now.  I 
held her hands to the floor, and began to tease her by kissing 
her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. Her neck was the key to  
getting her juices flowing.  I quickly stripped off my clothes, 
and before she had a chance to wonder what might come next, I 
placed my cock against her lips.

She didn't much care for the taste of cum, but she recently began 
to give better efforts at sucking my cock.  And, although she 
didn't suck as well as porno stars seemed to, the main turn-on 
was to watch my cock slip in and out between her lips.  I was 
happy with a wife that would make the effort, knowing she looked 
like a porno slut while doing it.  As I removed my cock, I wiped 
the pre-cum against her cheek, leaving the wet trace glistening 
in the light.  I got up to change the aim and focus of the 
camera, then continued my instructions.

"Pull your legs up.  Good.  Now spread them.  Wider."  As she did 
so, I could see the wet folds between her legs clearly in the 
light.  She didn't care much for oral sex on her, so I wouldn't 
bother with the effort.  Again, I wanted a show.  "Now, gather 
both of your tits between your arms, and reach down with your 
hands to your pussy."  I knew she hated the word, "pussy," but 
the word conjured the feeling within me of raw sex, more so than 
"cunt."  "I want you to pull your pussy lips apart for me, using 
both hands."   Maybe she was thinking this was obscene, but she 
did it.  An advantage to being married 15 years is that there's 
little left to be shy about.  My cock was fully hard at the 
sight, fighting the desire to just plunge into her.
 
I instructed her to play with herself, with one, two, and then 
three fingers.  I stroked myself as I watched her fingers 
penetrate her pussy, then massage her outer lips.  I let her do 
this in her slow rhythm for several minutes, before handing her a 
vibrator.   This provided a better view because her hand were out
of the way.  I could watch her cunt lips expand, as they tightly 
encircled the vibrator that she was sliding in and out. 

I checked the camera, and zoomed out somewhat so that I could 
capture the scene as I wanted it.  I turned my wife roughly 
sideways on the floor, so the camera could capture her from the 
side, rather than squarely between her legs as it had been 
before.  I zoomed in so that the camera view included her hand 
and vibrator up to her head.  I was somewhat surprised when I 
heard a small bump outside.  I turned, and saw that a car was 
turning around in the cul-de-sac, as its headlights briefly 
shown through the window.  It didn't stop, so I figured we were 
safe.  Sometimes there's a risk of being an exhibitionist in 
your own house.

I stood above my wife, verbally encouraging her to keep playing 
with the vibrator, saying things like, 'that's it, push it in 
deep."  Actually, I was watching her face, blindfolded as it was, 
seeing the pleasure in it as she continued to play with the 
vibrator.  I instructed her to play with one of her nipples with 
her free hand.  

I thought back to the video that I had left on upstairs, with me 
kneeling over her head, the cum shooting towards her face.  I 
had planned to fuck her, but decided instead that I wanted to come 
on her face without her expecting it, a change from the last time.
As I was picking up the pace, I could feel the cum get ready to 
burst from my cock.  Before I had time to lower myself closer to 
her head, my cum surged out, raining white globs down on her.  Some 
of it landed on her lips and chin, and most landed on her breasts 
and neck.  I hadn't planned it that way, but standing above her 
and cumming on her like that reminded me of a fantasy she had s
hared, usually involving her as a wanton, married slut, encircled 
by a group of men who all shot their cum over her naked body, while 
she yelled encouragement and rubbed their cum into her skin. 

It was clear that she hadn't expected this, but she didn't say 
anything.  She moved her hand to move the cum away from her lips, 
and she began to take deeper breaths, playing with herself harder 
and faster, forcing herself to finish.  I was briefly distracted 
by another bump outside the window.  It was difficult to see out 
with the lights on inside the room, but I was pretty sure I had seen 
our cat jump down from the porch railing, probably wanting inside.  
We really needed curtains for that window.

I lowered myself to the floor, and began kissing Hayley hard on 
her neck.  I loved doing this because she would almost always 
give small, involuntary shudders.  I rubbed and pulled on one of 
her nipples, and she quickly finished.   Well I thought she had.  
She hadn't finished, but she wanted to.  She ripped the blindfold 
from her face and quickly got on all fours.  Hearing a raspy 
"fuck me, Steven!", I moved behind her to feel her fingers guide my 
recovered cock into her heated cunt.  As I began stroking, I was 
excited that this was being captured on video.  I loved watching 
her breasts swing and bounce as I thrust within her, and I would 
watch this video many times.  It wasn't long before I emptied 
what cum was left in my balls into my wife's hot and juicy pussy, 
as the rhythmic squeals of her pleasure gave way to the ebbing 
contractions of her cunt muscles around my cock.

As she rolled over, I admired the red spots that remained on her 
breasts, and noticed the redness of her neck.  The smell of cum 
on her body was hard to miss, and she grabbed a towel to wipe it 
from her face and neck.  We cuddled for a while, until enough of 
the passion departed that we both realized how nice it would be 
to wash ourselves off.  We both stood, and as she moved towards 
the stairs, I admired the slick reflection of our juices that 
coated her inner thighs.  I quickly gathered the camera, turned 
off the lights and the computer, checked the door locks, and 
headed upstairs for a shower with my best friend and lover.

In the way of an epilogue, the following night we played cards 
with some neighbors, who were close friends.   The husband had a 
habit of giving my wife a hug when he arrived, and she had 
commented recently that she now believed he did this just to feel 
across her back and determine if she were wearing a bra, which 
she frequently did not.  This night my wife, who was not wearing 
a bra under her t-shirt, commented that he had hugged her 
particularly close.  I mostly thought this was kind of fun, in 
that another man was interested in my wife.  This was not too big 
a surprise, as his own wife had filled out to the fatter side of 
plump.  It was also nice that I could be completely confident 
that my wife didn't have any desires for extra-marital affairs, 
but was satisfied far beyond being content with our marriage.

As we were playing the first round of cards, his wife asked what 
we had done the night before, as she had called several times and 
the phone was busy.  Before I could make up an answer, she added that
she had even sent her husband down to see if we were available to 
play cards.  I remembered that I had left the internet connection 
on when my wife had come down the steps, and I hadn't yet fixed the 
doorbell.  I wondered if he had bothered to look through the window, 
as the lights had been on.  He obviously hadn't knocked.  

As my wife and I both looked up at him, he returned her gaze with a 
spreading grin, as his wife explained that no one had answered the 
door for him.  I offered a weak excuse about the internet, the doorbell, 
and that we were probably tucking in the kids and didn't hear him at 
the door.  And we certainly didn't hear him at the door because he 
never knocked...

It was one of those cases where what was done, was done.  My wife 
had flushed red at the table, and my cock remained rock hard the 
remainder of the evening with the recurring thought of what this 
man had non-verbally confirmed that he had seen... 

My wife flushed red again later that evening as we fucked 
watching the video, searching the screen for any evidence of our 
neighbor who might be seen through the bay window, which was 
somewhat fuzzy beyond the focused image of my naked wife, 
masturbating herself, sucking my cock, being cummed on, and being 
fucked like the wild hot ride that thrills my every fantasy and 
my life.


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