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I was, unfortunately, very wrong.
It’s not until I’m upstairs in my room at my parents’ mansion, changing for dinner, that I realize my mistake. I make a habit of checking my security cameras when I’m out of town, made easy by an app that lets me scroll through the footage, and it only takes seconds for me to realize what Amalie has done. Ordid, rather, by the time I find out. I see her coming back, too—there’s that footage as well.
I don’t want to admit that the fury that ripples through me is out of more than just anger that she disobeyed me. I want to leave it at that—that it’s just her insolence and stubbornness and clear lack of respect formywishes that has me wishing I could reach through the cameras and shake her until her teeth rattle. But there’s more to it.
She’s pregnant. And while I don’t entirely believe that it’s mine—there’s still a distinct possibility that it might be. That chance is enough to send a wave of fierce protectiveness through me as I see her getting into the car to leave, my jaw clenching as I watch her go.
Anything could have happened to her. She was walking around downtown in an unfamiliar place, alone.Her recklessness makes me want to shout at her, an urge I only just manage to curb by reminding myself that she’s not actually in the room. I file away everything I want to say for later, when I get home—which will be sooner than she expects.
I had planned to stay through the weekend for the charity gala that my parents are throwing. Now, after this, I intend to fly back in the morning, fetch Amalie regardless of what protestations she might have, and bring her back here. I don’t trust her to be alone after the stunt she pulled today.
As soon as the footage shows her coming back into the house, I stop skipping through it, seized by a sudden desire to see what her evening was like after her ill-conceived adventure. I watch, my irritation growing as she sits down with her takeout as if nothing is wrong, nibbling her way through the burger and fries without a care in the world. I know I should be glad that she doesn’t seem as sick as she has been while eating, but it feels like a personal affront—like she’s being dramatic on account of me when I’m home, and everything is better when I’m gone.
It’s irrational, but I can’t help it. Everything she does seems designed to either make me angry or aroused—and what follows after her dinner only makes that seem more true.
For a moment, I think she’s going to go back up to the attic and snoop again, while she has the house to herself. I’m almost surprised when she disappears into the guest bathroom, where she’d found the tub for a little while. I skip forward through the blank footage until she emerges, hair up and a thick terry-cloth towel wrapped around her. It’s not the most exciting view, but the moment she walks into the bedroom—ourbedroom—that all changes.
I feel my breath catch when she slips the tie of the robe loose, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She’s naked underneath it, and I’m suddenly more grateful than ever for the money I spent for the best possible cameras, with the clearest view. This is no grainy black-and-white footage—I see every inch of her, as beautiful as she’s ever been, as she walks to the bed. There’s a small stab of disappointment when I realize that she’s just going to slide into bed and go to sleep, but when she stretches out atop the bed, my mouth goes dry.
When her hand drifts downwards, over her still-flat stomach towards the soft, bare skin between her thighs, I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. I convinced her to do any number of things with me in Ibiza, but this wasn’t one of them. She never let me watch while she touched herself. And now, knowing that I’m watching in real-time while she has no idea I’m there, I feel myself instantly grow hard.
I reach down as she shifts on the bed, rubbing my palm over my stiffening cock as I watch her slip her fingers between her legs. I have a perfect view of her from where the camera is situated, aimed so that I can see her two fingers slide in between her folds, starting to circle her clit. The sound isn’t as good as I might have hoped, but I can imagine the slick, wet sounds that her fingers are making, and I fumble for my zipper. The thought of stroking myself while I watch her has me far too close before I even touch my cock.
When she moans softly, Idohear that. “Fuck,” I whisper aloud as I free my cock, groaning as I wrap my hand around my shaft. And when she spreads her legs wider, the camera giving me the exact view I want of her spread-open pussy, I feel my cock throb dangerously.
She arches her back, her fingers moving more quickly, and I grit my teeth. I don’t want to come yet, not until she does. Her eyes are closed, her full lips parted, and I can see her breasts heaving with every breath as her fingers circle her clit, her other hand keeping her nether lips spread for me.
Except she doesn’t know it’s for me. She doesn’t know I’m watching, has no idea that there’s a camera recording her, that I’m going to have this footage fucking saved on my phone for every trip that I might need to jerk off on for the foreseeable future. I’ve forgotten about other women, about that much-vaunted freedom my father and I talked about. I’ve forgotten about everything except Amalie and the way she sounds when she moans, the sight of her pussy wet and spread open as she rubs her clit for an unseen audience.
Wider, I think, stroking my hand along my throbbing length, and as if she can hear me, she does exactly that. Her knees drop to the side, her folds parted, her slick, swollen flesh on full display for me. Pre-cum drips from my cock, easing the slide of my hand as I rub my palm over the tip, hissing through my teeth at the sensation. I’m aching to come, and it takes every bit of self-restraint that I have not to spill over the edge too soon. I can see her swollen clit, can imagine how it would feel under my fingers, my tongue, stiff and pulsing with her arousal. I’m suddenly aching for the taste of her, and when she dips her fingers into herself, sliding two of them into her entrance as her hips arch upwards, I feel almost desperate to be able to suck them into my mouth and lick her arousal off of them.
“I want your cock,” she breathes aloud, and the words jolt straight to the object of her lust, throbbing dangerously in my fist. My balls are so tight they ache, and I shift in the chair I sat down in, half-tempted to strip naked, just to give myself some relief from the snugness of my trousers.
But I can’t take my hand off of myself, or stop watching long enough to do so. I don’t want to miss a second of the unwitting show my beautiful wife is putting on for me.
Her fingers thrust inside of her to the same pace that her other hand keeps against her clit, but I can tell that it’s not enough. It’s clear from the restless way her hips shift, the way she keeps moaning, the sound full of as much frustration as desire.You need my cock,I think with satisfaction, an echo of her moan a few moments ago.Nothing will ever be as good now that you’ve had it.
I’m so close, trembling on the edge, when she suddenly yanks her hands away from her pussy. I catch one glimpse of her spread open, her pink flesh wet and swollen, before she swings her legs off of the bed. I let go of my cock as if it were on fire, feeling the tip flare as more pre-cum drips down the shaft, well aware that I’m only a second away from my own orgasm. A hiss of frustration escapes me as I watch her walk toward the closet.
She can’t possibly be done, can she?She was close—I know her well enough to know that, even from the other side of a camera. For a moment, I wonder if she did know about the camera—if she thought I might be watching and decided to fuck with me. The thought makes me momentarily furious—the idea that she might have purposefully been teasing me, setting me up with no intent to follow through—so much so that I miss what it is that she’s doing in the closet until she re-emerges, still naked and with something gripped in her hand.
When I realize it’s a dildo, almost the same thickness and length as mine, I very nearly lose control of my orgasm again.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything as maddeningly erotic as Amalie lying back on the bed, her legs spread as she runs the tip of the dildo between her folds, moaning as it rubs over her clit. She slides just the tip into her entrance, her fingers starting to stray towards her clit again—and then I see her hesitate.
Before I can fully register what it is that she’s about to do, she rolls onto her stomach, her hips pushing back as she shoves her ass into the air and spreads her legs wide, the tip of the fake cock finding her entrance again.
I squeeze the base of my own cock,hard. It’s a last-ditch effort to keep myself from coming before I’m ready, and it only just works. I grit my teeth, unable to believe what I’m seeing as Amalie starts to fuck herself with the dildo, her fingers finding her clit as she starts to thrust. I’m almost certain I can hear her moaning my name.
I can’t stop myself as my hand starts to move over my cock again, pushing me quickly towards the inevitable end. I’ve never watched anything as good as this. No porn that’s ever been filmed could compare to this, to spying on my wife as she fucks herself from behind with her hidden toy, her ass and pussy spread open for my gaze. Icanhear the sounds now, the wet slap of the cock as it fills her again and again, and I have the sudden image of her doing just that as I push my own cock into her ass, stuffing her full as she screams out her orgasm between the two cocks. I’d never let another man touch her, but a toy—
That I could enjoy sharing her with.
I can see when she’s close. My own balls are painful from the delayed orgasm, my cock stiff and straining, a steady stream of arousal leaking over my fist. I thrust up into my hand as I see her body stiffen, her back arching, and I hear her scream of pleasure as she comes hard on the toy. I can see her arousal dripping off of it onto the sheets, see her clenching around it. The desire to be the one inside of her is so strong I groan her name aloud as I start to spurt hot cum over my fist, hips jerking as I come with her.
I want to come in her, on her, all over her. I want her drenched with it, inside and out. I want to be the only taste she ever remembers on her tongue. If there ever was any other man, I want to fuck the memory out of her and then wipe him off the face of the earth. I’ve never felt such a fierce, possessive desire for any woman.
Amalie thrusts back onto the toy, whimpering as she shudders through her orgasm. My cock pulses in my fist, more cum dripping over my fingers, and I groan as she slumps back onto the pillows, suddenly aware of what a mess I’ve made both of my hands and my suit trousers.
