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Modern technology allows strangers to watch you as you fuck in your own bed and that's what happened to me, thanks to my fucked up husband.
My name is Emma, as many of you already know. I'm a twenty-Six year old female, an age that sexually puts me in my prime an before this incident I would concur I was a tad out of control sexually as much as sexy wives are with a cuckold husband.
Five years of intense marriage had to wane sometime and like all marriages waning sexually, we introduced elements to put the vim back into our sex.
Playacting and role playing, dares and public nudity, public sex in places of high risk, like cinemas and public transport, you name it we gave it a go.
Perhaps his flagging libido was what drove my husband into his cuckoldry he knew of my fantasy of being watched having sex and men masturbating onto me as I achieve orgasm, easily done during masturbation but a bit harder in real life especially when you put on another face in public during daylight and working hours.
We had discussed the possibility of swinging and even signed up to several websites with myself putting up some pretty revealing photos, face blanked to the absolute minimum, but enough to let the men slavering over them, to respond to my pleas to be fucked.
I quite actually enjoyed being a member of these online sites, it meant I could on occasions have a joint masturbation sessions with men from all over the world and show myself below my neck doing things women do when getting off big time. I even started dressing -up with the stockings and suspenders and was on first name greeting before a truly open sex session, in which I could outlast several men in a nights frigging.
Then one night it all changed, my husband was going off on a tangent on his own. We had resisted inviting another man or woman into our bed as I had a deep lying conviction it would see the end of our beautiful marriage, but the image of me opening up to another man as he fucked me bareback with the possibility of falling pregnant, became an obsession with him and he was determined to live that one fantasy out and see me kissing him full on the mouth as he pumped his seed into me and as I orgasmed.
It was this total capitulation of myself to a perfect stranger, I was to be his slave and submit without question to his perversions, should he be able to get his hands on my naked body.
I suppose after time two people will unwittingly confess to every little whim that makes them the sexual being they are and that was why my husband took into account of the things I might find hard to say no to once it started.
Deep inside most women is the slut syndrome, we harbour the prostitute inside our sexually repressed bodies, I'm guessing but I wonder if that's why wives fuck other men in the heat of the moment, at parties and in the toilet, with the drunk husbands of friends, who have made it clear from the onset, that they want you for sex.
'Ask and thou shalt receive', so saith the good book, I remember at one such soiree a drunk whispered into my ear at the sink he was going to fuck me and as if for proof positive, he pressed his erection hard into my bum, still in his pants of course, I was tempted because of his outlandish approach, until another wife sauntered up and whispered she too had been approached in a similar manner, we both laughed it off, but I did see she was keeping tabs on him and was possibly warning me off as he humped against my bum.
We had been out a wine bar myself in revealing clothing playing the slutty drunk looking for a quick shag and coming onto any guy we happened to sit alongside.
I liked this sort of role playing and that night in particular I had popped and 'e' down my throat to loosen me up, calm my nerves and come on to a guy my husband chose for me to have sex with, he of course would film us as he wanked himself off.
But as luck would have it we both consumed too much wine, let me correct that, I had consumed too much wine and now I wanted to go home as the 'e' was making me dizzy and feel weird.
When my head hit the pillow I was very quickly into a dreamlike state in my head, I did not remember undressing but soon, I was aware I was being fondled sexually and started emitting a series of approving grunts, as my nipples and clitoris were stimulated.
I was conscious enough to know it was my husband taking his time to touch me in a slow tantalizing build-up to sex, but an overall powerless feeling to stop him as he probed and licked my erogenous zones to total submission.
What I did not realise was that we were on cam, he had his laptop lying alongside with my face and boobs on full show, while men were giving him instruction on what to do to me, and I grunted my sexual approval, I was being sexually abused online and seemingly enjoyed the experience.
When it came to penetrative sex he turned me to face the open laptop and entered me doggy style and our audience were treated to my facial expressions during intercourse, and as I was fucked it slowly dawned on me we had an audience and I started reading their comments, you see, this was one of the dark secrets my husband knew I got off on, and here it was actually happening to me, I responded by actually waving to someone who wanted to know if I was really a person fucking on cam and showed him the correct number of fingers, they all seemed to go wild at that small gesture.
I was committed and starting to enjoy my horny audience, reading of their need for me to be with them made me have an orgasm, such a personal and private occurrence now witnessed by dozens of strangers.
I was getting tired and fought against the need to close my eyes and sleep. In reality, as I later found out watching a recording of it, I was more out of it than conscious during the sex. In the end I was given a facial on cam and my husband did his seeding proud by moving the cam over every inch of sperm painted face.
In the morning when I awoke I felt like shit a massive headache and no recollection of the nights events. As I showered and sat with my coffee it slowly dawned as I recalled and got up to retrieve the laptop, I realized my husband had taken it to work.
I think I felt more embarrassment than anger, after all I was living out my fantasy and besides my husband cumming was a plus on his side, we had found something that worked but again I was scared about who had been watching.
I was to find out much sooner than I thought as I closed my front door and descended the communal close steps to the street, I was on my way to work when a neighbor's door opened.
'Hey Emma', he started, his voice faltering as I drew to a stop in front of him.
I knew of him even as a school girl his sexual needs were made plain back then to me, I always made sure he never cornered me into a compromising situation, because one day all those years back when I was around thirteen, he fortuitously opened his front door to retrieve his milk as I drew level with it, he was naked and had the biggest erection I have ever seen on a man since, his timing of course was deliberate and I knew it.
When I told my husband about that incident he started bringing him into our little joint masturbatory scenarios which sometimes did it for me, as I had repressed my true feeling about what I saw that day and secretly made love to his cock. He never gave me any concern or harassment after that day he showed me what he had and seemingly was happy I had seen him.
He was wearing a happy coat and I could suspect he was as naked under it as he was that day so long ago, was he going to let it open and test my resolve again?
'That was a great show you put on last night'. I could feel the blood drain from my face and wished the concrete on which I stood would open up and swallow me.
He could see my pallor change for the worse I stammered my mind a blur, 'Him, why did it have it to be him of all people'?
Then he said something that made me almost faint at his feet, 'I made a copy of it in it's entirety'.
Finally as it sunk in all I could muster was a simple, 'How'?
'Oh, screen copying software', he replied, suddenly his look was one of triumph almost a sneer and his coat opened, I was right, he was naked but this time it was different, I had run out of options.
He saw my eyes drift down to his manhood like they did all those years back, I could not fall back on my innocent schoolgirl routine this time, he knew different, he had me on film doing what he had always wished for me to do.
'Why don't you come in', he said, more an order than an invitation and like a zombie I walked past him into his hallway, staring straight ahead, as his front door closed behind me.
I felt his hand slide my shoulder bag from it and it dropped onto the carpeted floor, 'Let me take this', he said, his voice suddenly deeper and more aggressive as he drew my coat from my shoulders, then he pushed me slightly forward until I drew level with a full length mirror, I glanced at our reflections, he was naked and his cock was pressing against my arse as he lifted my dress hemline, 'Hold this', he barked, and I did as bade, while he pulled my panties down over my hips to my ankles.
'Bend and touch your fucking toes, you cock teasing little bitch'.
I watched our copulating reflection in his mirror, it was everything I had ever dreamed off, it was a beautiful vision of a man doing what he had desperately wanted to do the girl inside me. My own orgasms started coming in a series of bursts as I gasped and choked at the power.
'OMFG, this is what I ha denied myself all those years back, if only' and I reached back to hold his thrusting hips as he bore into me, my ramming back into him sealed my fate, there was no hiding I had found my sex soul mate, he had been inside my head all these years waiting for me to knock on his door for a fuck.
I turned to face him, feeling his erection press urgently against my yielding pussy, 'Lets take this to your bed', I laughed, leading him down his hallway by his 10 inch cock.
My name is Emma, as many of you already know. I'm a twenty-Six year old female, an age that sexually puts me in my prime an before this incident I would concur I was a tad out of control sexually as much as sexy wives are with a cuckold husband.
Five years of intense marriage had to wane sometime and like all marriages waning sexually, we introduced elements to put the vim back into our sex.
Playacting and role playing, dares and public nudity, public sex in places of high risk, like cinemas and public transport, you name it we gave it a go.
Perhaps his flagging libido was what drove my husband into his cuckoldry he knew of my fantasy of being watched having sex and men masturbating onto me as I achieve orgasm, easily done during masturbation but a bit harder in real life especially when you put on another face in public during daylight and working hours.
We had discussed the possibility of swinging and even signed up to several websites with myself putting up some pretty revealing photos, face blanked to the absolute minimum, but enough to let the men slavering over them, to respond to my pleas to be fucked.
I quite actually enjoyed being a member of these online sites, it meant I could on occasions have a joint masturbation sessions with men from all over the world and show myself below my neck doing things women do when getting off big time. I even started dressing -up with the stockings and suspenders and was on first name greeting before a truly open sex session, in which I could outlast several men in a nights frigging.
Then one night it all changed, my husband was going off on a tangent on his own. We had resisted inviting another man or woman into our bed as I had a deep lying conviction it would see the end of our beautiful marriage, but the image of me opening up to another man as he fucked me bareback with the possibility of falling pregnant, became an obsession with him and he was determined to live that one fantasy out and see me kissing him full on the mouth as he pumped his seed into me and as I orgasmed.
It was this total capitulation of myself to a perfect stranger, I was to be his slave and submit without question to his perversions, should he be able to get his hands on my naked body.
I suppose after time two people will unwittingly confess to every little whim that makes them the sexual being they are and that was why my husband took into account of the things I might find hard to say no to once it started.
Deep inside most women is the slut syndrome, we harbour the prostitute inside our sexually repressed bodies, I'm guessing but I wonder if that's why wives fuck other men in the heat of the moment, at parties and in the toilet, with the drunk husbands of friends, who have made it clear from the onset, that they want you for sex.
'Ask and thou shalt receive', so saith the good book, I remember at one such soiree a drunk whispered into my ear at the sink he was going to fuck me and as if for proof positive, he pressed his erection hard into my bum, still in his pants of course, I was tempted because of his outlandish approach, until another wife sauntered up and whispered she too had been approached in a similar manner, we both laughed it off, but I did see she was keeping tabs on him and was possibly warning me off as he humped against my bum.
We had been out a wine bar myself in revealing clothing playing the slutty drunk looking for a quick shag and coming onto any guy we happened to sit alongside.
I liked this sort of role playing and that night in particular I had popped and 'e' down my throat to loosen me up, calm my nerves and come on to a guy my husband chose for me to have sex with, he of course would film us as he wanked himself off.
But as luck would have it we both consumed too much wine, let me correct that, I had consumed too much wine and now I wanted to go home as the 'e' was making me dizzy and feel weird.
When my head hit the pillow I was very quickly into a dreamlike state in my head, I did not remember undressing but soon, I was aware I was being fondled sexually and started emitting a series of approving grunts, as my nipples and clitoris were stimulated.
I was conscious enough to know it was my husband taking his time to touch me in a slow tantalizing build-up to sex, but an overall powerless feeling to stop him as he probed and licked my erogenous zones to total submission.
What I did not realise was that we were on cam, he had his laptop lying alongside with my face and boobs on full show, while men were giving him instruction on what to do to me, and I grunted my sexual approval, I was being sexually abused online and seemingly enjoyed the experience.
When it came to penetrative sex he turned me to face the open laptop and entered me doggy style and our audience were treated to my facial expressions during intercourse, and as I was fucked it slowly dawned on me we had an audience and I started reading their comments, you see, this was one of the dark secrets my husband knew I got off on, and here it was actually happening to me, I responded by actually waving to someone who wanted to know if I was really a person fucking on cam and showed him the correct number of fingers, they all seemed to go wild at that small gesture.
I was committed and starting to enjoy my horny audience, reading of their need for me to be with them made me have an orgasm, such a personal and private occurrence now witnessed by dozens of strangers.
I was getting tired and fought against the need to close my eyes and sleep. In reality, as I later found out watching a recording of it, I was more out of it than conscious during the sex. In the end I was given a facial on cam and my husband did his seeding proud by moving the cam over every inch of sperm painted face.
In the morning when I awoke I felt like shit a massive headache and no recollection of the nights events. As I showered and sat with my coffee it slowly dawned as I recalled and got up to retrieve the laptop, I realized my husband had taken it to work.
I think I felt more embarrassment than anger, after all I was living out my fantasy and besides my husband cumming was a plus on his side, we had found something that worked but again I was scared about who had been watching.
I was to find out much sooner than I thought as I closed my front door and descended the communal close steps to the street, I was on my way to work when a neighbor's door opened.
'Hey Emma', he started, his voice faltering as I drew to a stop in front of him.
I knew of him even as a school girl his sexual needs were made plain back then to me, I always made sure he never cornered me into a compromising situation, because one day all those years back when I was around thirteen, he fortuitously opened his front door to retrieve his milk as I drew level with it, he was naked and had the biggest erection I have ever seen on a man since, his timing of course was deliberate and I knew it.
When I told my husband about that incident he started bringing him into our little joint masturbatory scenarios which sometimes did it for me, as I had repressed my true feeling about what I saw that day and secretly made love to his cock. He never gave me any concern or harassment after that day he showed me what he had and seemingly was happy I had seen him.
He was wearing a happy coat and I could suspect he was as naked under it as he was that day so long ago, was he going to let it open and test my resolve again?
'That was a great show you put on last night'. I could feel the blood drain from my face and wished the concrete on which I stood would open up and swallow me.
He could see my pallor change for the worse I stammered my mind a blur, 'Him, why did it have it to be him of all people'?
Then he said something that made me almost faint at his feet, 'I made a copy of it in it's entirety'.
Finally as it sunk in all I could muster was a simple, 'How'?
'Oh, screen copying software', he replied, suddenly his look was one of triumph almost a sneer and his coat opened, I was right, he was naked but this time it was different, I had run out of options.
He saw my eyes drift down to his manhood like they did all those years back, I could not fall back on my innocent schoolgirl routine this time, he knew different, he had me on film doing what he had always wished for me to do.
'Why don't you come in', he said, more an order than an invitation and like a zombie I walked past him into his hallway, staring straight ahead, as his front door closed behind me.
I felt his hand slide my shoulder bag from it and it dropped onto the carpeted floor, 'Let me take this', he said, his voice suddenly deeper and more aggressive as he drew my coat from my shoulders, then he pushed me slightly forward until I drew level with a full length mirror, I glanced at our reflections, he was naked and his cock was pressing against my arse as he lifted my dress hemline, 'Hold this', he barked, and I did as bade, while he pulled my panties down over my hips to my ankles.
'Bend and touch your fucking toes, you cock teasing little bitch'.
I watched our copulating reflection in his mirror, it was everything I had ever dreamed off, it was a beautiful vision of a man doing what he had desperately wanted to do the girl inside me. My own orgasms started coming in a series of bursts as I gasped and choked at the power.
'OMFG, this is what I ha denied myself all those years back, if only' and I reached back to hold his thrusting hips as he bore into me, my ramming back into him sealed my fate, there was no hiding I had found my sex soul mate, he had been inside my head all these years waiting for me to knock on his door for a fuck.
I turned to face him, feeling his erection press urgently against my yielding pussy, 'Lets take this to your bed', I laughed, leading him down his hallway by his 10 inch cock.
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