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   Sophie's Awakening Pt.  01

   "What time is the reservation again honey?" Sophie called out as she
pushed her blonde hair to one side and adjusted an earring.

   Alex stuck his head round the bathroom door and allowed himself a second
to admire her as he responded.

   "Eight thirty, so we can put the kids to bed and head out when you are
ready."

   Despite being in her early thirties and having two young children, she
was still as sexy as when Alex had met her at university.  Her French genes
and good eating habits no doubt played a part, together with the fact that
she regularly went to the gym and enjoyed hiking.

   The black dress she was wearing this evening was much sexier than what
she typically wore.  Tight fitting and short, it showed plenty of leg and
hung off one shoulder.  It was the sort of dress that would usually be seen
on a young movie star or model hitting the latest nightclub.  Alex's hunger
grew as he gazed at her toned calves, up towards her petite derriere, slim
waist and bare shoulder.  Sophie noticed him in the mirror and smiled,
catching his cheeky eye just as it disappeared to check on the kids and the
babysitter one last time.

   Finishing up, she gave herself a moment to be happy about life.  After a
hectic few years adjusting to the kids she finally felt balanced again. 
Alex had also outdone himself with the unexpected gifts that were now
sparkling from her ears, not to mention the dress, which she couldn't
believe was so sexy, and exactly her size.

   Of course, she knew him well enough to know that he had an ulterior
motive.  He was always extra attentive and loving when he hoped to have
sex. But tonight he had really gone the extra mile, which suited her just
fine as she was also in the mood for a change.  Although there were times
it annoyed her that he had become a little predictable, and that she could
forecast when he wanted sex by his attention level, this evening was not
one them.

   Sweeping into the bedroom she was surprised to see a small box on the
bed.

   The dress, diamonds and now this...  someone definitely wanted to get
lucky! 

   There was no card and it felt light in her hand.  She opened it and
removed the contents.  She had to laugh, maybe her husband wasn't so
predictable after all...

   ------------

   You could have cut the sexual tension in the back of the taxi with a
knife.  Alex was dying to know if his wife was playing ball, but he
resisted asking directly, scared that he might kill the mood if she had
taken offense by his final cheeky present.  Instead he looked for signs,
but so far couldn't be sure.  As if his wife could read his thoughts, she
decided to have a little fun.

   So, with a sly grin, she allowed her knees to separate a little, forcing
the short black dress to rise up and reveal more of her smooth sensual
thighs.  All the while pretending to be innocently peering out at the
passing lights of the city.  The cool air was a welcome relief, and she
remained like that for the rest of the short journey, enjoying the effect
it was no doubt having on her husband...  and herself.

   "Mr Marino, your table is ready, please follow me," the fashionably
dressed young lady announced, before leading them through the trendy
restaurant towards a spiral of light in the middle.

   The diners either side were dressed to impress and enjoying the art like
sushi dishes for which the restaurant was famous.  Alex followed his wife
and the hint of perfume that trailed her, all the while admiring the
delicious body in front of him.

   Sophie had been to the restaurant before, and knew that going up the
brightly lit circular glass staircase in the middle meant she would be on
display.  Even though she was wearing something far more revealing than she
would have chosen on her own, she wasn't nervous.  In fact, as the stairs
approached, she felt positively emboldened.  For months she had been
working hard, and had finally regained her pre-pregnancy shape.  Why not
show it off and feel desired again?  After all, she was not just a mother,
but a desirable woman.

   Ascending, and without turning around, Sophie knew exactly where her
husband's eyes would be focused.  He had always been more about rears than
fronts, and as she pondered that fact a cheeky idea popped into her head.
Rarely did she feel like indulging his dirtier side, in fear of encouraging
him, but tonight felt different.  She was in the mood to play, especially
given the effort Alex had already displayed, and how he had managed to make
her feel sexy again. 

   'Pour quoi pas?' she thought.  'Why not?'

   Before she could change her mind, and with a deliberately slow and
purposeful motion, she reached around and pulled her black dress up at the
rear, wiggling a little to help it rise.  Bit by bit her cute toned bum
came into view, completely bare except for a thin black strip of material
wedged erotically between the delicious cheeks.  But no sooner had her
husband registered what was happening, than the black curtain of material
fell back into place, ending the mini peep show.

   Alex couldn't believe his eyes and quickly scanned the tables below him.
It was obvious that more than a few men, and women, were staring.  After
all, a blonde like Sophie stood out, especially when walking up a glass
staircase in a dress like the one she was wearing.  But if they knew the
full truth, they would have been more surprised still.  Although it looked
like she was wearing a black G-string, the single strap running down
between her cheeks was in fact two thin straps, which, as they came round
the front, separated, leaving her nicely trimmed blonde pussy completely
exposed.

   Sophie was light headed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she
continued towards the table.  Not since university had she purposefully
exhibited herself for a bit of fun.

   "Wow, I can't believe you did that," Alex enthused as soon as the
waitress had left.

   "Do you think everyone enjoyed the view?" she giggled, still shaking a
little.

   "You were spectacular."

   "Well, now you know, diamonds and a little 'out of the box' creativity
on your part can get me to do all manner of things.  Now, after that, I
need a Mojito to cool down."

   "I need more than one."

   As they settled into enjoying the meal, Alex confessed that he hadn't
been sure if she was going to wear the crotchless panties, especially given
the dress was already a stretch.  What he didn't tell her, though, was that
his inspiration had come from a story he had recently read on Literotica,
about a wife feeling horny as a result of secretly wearing crotchless
panties to a fancy dinner (he wasn't prepared to share his new Literotica
habit with her just yet).  Luckily his plan seemed to be having the same
desired effect on his wife.

   'It's all going according to plan...  actually better than planned,' he
thought to himself, struggling to find a comfortable way to sit.

   "You know, I am even wearing the matching open bra," she whispered at
one point. 

   Alex had to adjust his bulge yet again as he looked hard across the
table and could just about make out her hard nipples under the tight
fabric. 

   As dinner was winding down he began to think about what would come next,
running through how he was going to play it out to maximize his chances of
success.

   "You look distracted honey, what is it?" she asked

   Staring straight into her blue eyes, he smiled confidently "I am
thinking of what I am going to do to you when we get home...now let's get
the bill."

   Sophie shuddered.  "Me too..."

   Walking hand in hand they left the roof terrace.  Unexpectedly, Sophie
guided their locked fingers to her rear, giving it a gentle caress.

   "Is this what you want Mr Marino, for your wife to lose her
inhibitions?" she whispered into his ear, the sweet smell of rum, lime and
sugar still lingering on her breath..

   Before he could answer she pushed him away playfully and walked off
laughing.  Alex just smiled, she was playing with fire and didn't even know
it.

   On the short taxi ride home, Sophie scooted over and looked deeply at
him.  Her blue eyes sparkling through the strands of blonde hair that had
tumbled loosely across her face as she leaned forward.  The feel of his
eager lips reminded her of their youth, when they couldn't get enough of
each other.  That uncontrollable passion that had been lost along the way
with the pressure of kids and work.  Sophie felt it all rushing back. 
Total uninhibited desire.

   All night Alex had imagined his wife's pussy and nipples, teasing him,
exposed, so close and yet so far.  Not caring they were in a taxi, he
pushed her skirt up and traced his fingers across her thigh until he
reached the warmth between her legs.  Loving the fact that there was no
material, he ran a finger up and down her already moist folds, each time
pressing a little harder, slowly easing his digit into her hot depths.

   Sophie knew she could have stopped him, that she should have stopped
him. But her rational mind was no longer in control, instead all she could
do was moan and enjoy the sensations emanating from deep within.  They
spread through her body like a drug, and the addict needed more. 

   She leaned back and let herself go, allowing her legs to fall open,
giving her husband's probing fingers better access.  Knowing full well that
there was a pair of greedy eyes ogling her in the rear view mirror, and a
small safety camera mounted next to it that was recording every detail.

   -------------

   As soon as the taxi stopped she bolted out, leaving Alex to pay.  In the
lift they were at it again, kissing like teenagers until they finally
opened the door to their flat and stumbled into the living room as a blur
of entwined activity.

   Louise froze on the sofa as she saw Mr.  and Mrs.  Marino tumble into
the designer living room, their hands roaming all over each other.  She
wanted to speak, but was transfixed by the sight.  They seemed oblivious to
the fact that she was there.

   'Oh My God!' she thought.  He was raising the rear of her dress.

   Louise could see the black G-string that didn't cover anything.  'Holly
shit!' she could see his fingers running over her bare bum and down to
her...  'Jesus!' look at the size of that bulge in his pants. 

   Louise had always admired the couple and seeing them so hot and heavy
made her flush.  Without realizing it her hand started to drift to her own
breasts which were now heaving.

   "Shit!  Louise!" Alex suddenly blurted out in shock.  Everyone froze.

   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Marino...  hi...  sorry, I was just...  "

   Sophie reacted and stepped away from her husband whilst lowering her
dress.  Louise quickly moved her hands to her sides.

   "Louise.  No, no, we're sorry, we forgot you were here," Sophie managed,
doing her best to collect herself in front of their nineteen year old
babysitter from three floors above.  Since she was already hot and sweaty
her embarrassment was not as obvious as it might have been.  "How...  how
did it go with the kids?  Everything alright?"

   "Sure, ugh, no problem," Louise said, struggling to know where to look.
Conflicted by her desire to look at the tent in Mr.  Marino's jeans, but
trying to hide her own embarrassment.

   "Great, look, it's late, why don't you head on home?  And here is a
little extra for the...  inconvenience.  Maybe better not to mention it to
your parents, you know, I mean...  "

   "Oh, no problem, really, anytime you need me I am here...  you know, to
babysit, I mean." She went to grab her things to leave, hiding her beetroot
colored cheeks behind her long hair.

   Despite the shock, Sophie's tipsy mind was returning to its immediate
carnal needs.  She could feel a light drop of moisture slowly trickling
down her inner thigh.  Deciding Louise was old enough to see herself out,
she grabbed the nearest masculine hand and led it down the corridor,
turning off the light as she went.

   "Please see yourself out sweetie," she called back, not even waiting to
hear the reply.

   As soon as they were in the room, Sophie flung herself onto the bed and
rolled onto one side.

   "So, your plan worked, I am drunk and horny, now come here..."

   But her husband just stood there smiling, ignoring her hand gestures.

   "Sophie, get up and come here," he commanded loudly.

   "Pardon?"

   He raised his voice.  "I said to get up.  Come.  And stand here," he
repeated, pointing to a spot right in front of him.

   His eyes were fixed on her with such intensity that Sophie realized he
was serious, and slowly got up to stand in front of him.  Her expression
was one of curiosity laced with concern.

   Now what he really wanted to do was put her on his knees, grab her
blonde hair, and use her mouth like she was a worthless whore.  But she
disliked giving blowjobs, and he knew that would be going too far.  He
didn't want to spoke the prey as it were. 

   For years he had heard stories from his friends about their exploits
with hookers, and all the crazy things they would do that their wives
wouldn't.  And Alex wanted desperately to experience those things.  But he
was committed to his wife, so if he wanted to spice up his sex life, he was
going to have to bring her along for the ride.  Maybe with some couples the
husband could just ask, and the wife would do.  But Sophie was not like
that.  He had to make her want it as much as he did.

   Standing in front of him Sophie grew increasingly nervous, and she
couldn't pinpoint why.  Something in his manner unnerved her.  Was it the
command in his voice?  The look of hunger in his eyes?  The unexpected
change of events?  Whatever it was, for the first time she felt vulnerable
around him.  Then his hands were firmly on her shoulders, and she allowed
herself to be slowly spun round to face the bed, her mind racing to figure
out what he was planning.

   In that moment the power dynamic between them shifted subtly.  Whether
Sophie would admit it to herself consciously or not, her emboldened husband
felt it.  He sensed that in her current state she could be made to submit,
that his plan stood a chance.  He reached over her with the blindfold that
he had discreetly retrieved moments earlier.

   She automatically raised her hands as soon she realized what was
happening.

   "What are doing Alex?" she protested.

   "Sophie, come on, trust me" he whispered into her ear.  They had
experimented a few times with blindfolds over the years, but she had never
been a huge fan.

   He turned her back around and kissed her deeply, feeling her objection
melt into his embrace.  Gently he coaxed her to face the bed again, and
this time the blindfold went on without any protest.  Without vision
Sophie's other senses heightened.  She became more aware of the lightness
of her mind, the quiet of the room, the smell of her husband, the feel of
her dress, the heat of her body, and the pulsing between her legs that
needed to be satisfied.

   The zipping sound caught her by surprise as the black dress pealed down
into a heap on the floor.  Sophie inhaled deeply as cool air enveloped her
body in the dark, and her hands instinctively went to protect her exposed
pink nipples and pussy.  Although it was only for a second, Sophie felt
alone and scared as she waited, deprived of any sensory input.  Standing
there naked except for the matching black open bra and crotchless panties.

   When finally she felt his warm moist lips on her delicate neck goose
bumps erupted down her spine.  Until, as quickly as they arrived, they were
gone.

   Next Sophie could make out the sound of her husband's clothes as they
hit the floor, a lighter, a few candles being lit, a draw opening, the
rustle of pillows, and objects being moved around her.  Until finally she
felt the reassuring presence of his warm bare skin behind her. 

   "Hmmm," she purred, 

   Leaning back into the sensory onslaught that her husband now unleashed.
Kissing her neck, his hands roamed freely across her exposed nipples, tummy
and between her legs.  She pushed back into his warmth, grinding against
his hard-on, groaning whenever he hit a sensitive spot.  The foreplay was
killing her and she desperately wanted more.

   "Kneel on the ottoman," he finally commanded, guiding her forward, "then
rest your upper body forward on the bed." 

   She felt the pillows under her knees as she followed the instructions.
Alex looked down in awe.  It was even more glorious than he had imagined it
would be.  His bossy and gorgeous wife was on her knees with her upper
torso flat against the bed, unashamedly raising her derriere for him.  Like
a maiden being offered to the Gods, and Lord help him he was going to take
it. 

   He ran a finger across her firm bum and then pealed the two thin bands
of the G-string apart, revealing her cute little anus.  He traced the
sensual line of her arching back, eliciting a shiver.

   Alex then knelt down behind her.  His wife's familiar musky scent
filling his nostrils.  He nudged her inner thighs to separate them further,
and she obeyed like a good girl, shifting her knees apart.  Cupping her
firm cheeks he squeezed before spreading them wide apart.  The sound and
sight of her moist pussy opening before him was the last straw.  Like a
bull seeing red, the animal inside him roared as he moved in to lick and
suck.  Normally he was gentle.  But tonight was not about that.  It was
going to be primeval.

   Sophie loved it, bucking her hips back against him, willing his tongue
to do its magic.  She felt dirty and sexy, and no shame in grinding back in
search of pleasure.  Her throbbing needed to be released above all else.

   "I want you inside me," she panted.

   But Alex had other plans.  He wanted to build her up until she lost
control...  and then break her.  Push her boundaries and try something new.
So he stopped and leaned back, noisily wiping the juice and saliva from his
chin, savoring the taste of her sex.  Leaving Sophie's swaying hips
searching out the source of enjoyment that had just disappeared.

   "What are you doing?" she protested.

   He didn't say anything.  Instead he pushed a finger inside her pussy and
watched it disappear between her pink folds.  Eliciting a guttural moan.  A
second finger followed, and then he aggressively pumped in and out.  Her
rear wiggling as she moaned even more loudly.

   "Yes...  yes...now my clit!" she begged.

   But instead his fingers disappeared, accompanied by a pop.

   "Are you crazy?" She whined. 

   But nothing happened.  Alex didn't say a word or return to her pussy. 
So in desperation the blonde reached back to continue working herself. 
Lewdly rubbing her enraged clit right in front of her husband's face.

   "Please put it inside me," she gasped.

   "If you want me inside you," he answered sternly, "you'll have to let me
tie you down!"

   Her hand continued, she was getting close and was not in the mood for
this.

   "Just put it inside me."

   "Tied up or nothing," he responded firmly.

   She considered it in her haze of lust and finally consented.  "Fine. 
But you better not take advantage, no anal Alex.  I mean it."

   "Of course, now don't you dare move," he warned.

   Quickly, before she could change her mind, he reached down to the
restraints that he had secretly bought and prepositioned under the corners
of the bed before going out.  Sophie was dimly aware of the sound of
movement but remained in the same position as instructed. 

   Her nerves were on edge as her wrists were secured in place using what
sounded and felt like neoprene cuffs.  With arms stretched to her sides,
she tested the restraints.  They were firm, and her torso was now
effectively pinned down to the bed while her rear remained in the air.  She
had never been blindfolded and tied up before.  It was scary, and yet
exhilarating.  It made her feel defenseless, and yet empowered.  Above all
it made her juices boil as she waited to be used.

   Alex loved seeing his sexy French wife tied down in such a compromising
position.  He kneaded her flushed and sweaty skin with hard and reassuring
movements.  His fingers running up the curve of her spine until they
reached her rear, briefly brushing against her anus. 



   'One day,' he thought.

   But, until then, he would be satisfied with the introduction of light
bondage into the marriage.  His aching hard-on was tired of bouncing in
mid-air and called on him to use the gaping cunt that was on offer. 
Manhandling his wife's hot body like a real life fuck doll, he forced her
knees further apart and pushed her mid-back down onto the bed.  Raising her
rear to the perfect height and angle.

   She was a work of art, and Alex was sure that no man in history had ever
seen such a beautiful sight.  He took a second to burn the view into his
memory.  Then he lined up, pulled the black g-string apart, spread her
white cheeks, and pushed into her pink hole.  Enthralled, he watched his
wife's cunt stretch gloriously around his engorged head as his cock
disappeared inside..

   "Yes," they both moaned.

   He slipped in easily and immediately knew he wasn't going to last long.
Her position and submissiveness was too much.  Her bum was too perfect in
his hands.  Her tight love tunnel felt too good around his cock.  Her moans
guided him as he gradually sped up, going long and deep on each push.  The
bed creaking as he thrust harder and harder.

   Sophie found it a real turn on to be dominated.  To be used.  To be
pounded like an animal in heat.  Her only frustration was that her buzzing
clit was screaming out to be rubbed, and every time she tried to reach it
the restraints stopped her dead.  Like an itch that couldn't be scratched,
the feeling was driving her nuts.  But if anything it seemed to amplified
the intensity of the sex.  Drooling over the bed sheets she willed her
husband ravage her cunt.

   "Your cunt feels so tight...I love fucking you," Alex moaned.

   "Yes.  Fuck me," Sophie groaned, enjoying the dirty talk.

   The sound of sweaty bodies, slapping, grunts, moans and fanny farts,
filled the room.  Lost in each other, the couple cared for nothing but
reaching climax. 

   "I'm going to cum," Sophie finally cried out.

   "Me too," Alex gasped.

   Feeling a crescendo of joy as he began to shoot long streams of cum deep
inside his fuck toy.  It was too much for Sophie as well.  Her core flexed
and shuddered uncontrollably as an orgasm ripped through her body.  And
like a rodeo star on a wild ride, Alex did his best to hold tight,
depositing his sticky semen deep into his convulsing wife's sloppy cunt.

   And then it was over.  With a final spurt he pulled out and Sophie
collapsed forward onto the bed.  In a state of post orgasmic bliss she was
unable to move anymore, and just lay there.  Unable to remember that last
time she had had such an intense orgasm.

   The room was suddenly quiet.  Sophie motionless on the bed, cum slowly
dribbling down over her clit and pooling on the bed.  Alex standing over
her, admiring his gorgeous wife and how his man seed was trickling out of
her.

   That's when a sound caught his attention.  The faint sound of a floor
board in the corridor.  Looking around he realized that they hadn't shut
the door to the room, it was ajar. 

   'Shit!' 

   Blood rushed back into his head and he panicked.  Quickly and quietly he
moved to the door and looked into the corridor.  The door to the kids' room
was still shut and there was no sound coming from it.  Relief flooded over
him.  That would have been a disaster.  But as he looked down the corridor
a flicker of a shadow caught his attention.  In the living room something
had moved, he was sure of it.  He looked again at the kids doors and
listened, but still heard nothing.  There was also no hint of light coming
from under the doors either.

   Strange...

   Click.  The front door!

   Moving like a ninja he raced to the front door and looked through the
spy hole.  Just in time to see his babysitter disappear up the stairs back
to her parents apartment.

   "Louise never left!" Alex thought to himself, "she must have
watched...Oh My God!"

   As the shock passed, a smile formed on his face.  It was going to be an
interesting summer.



   Sophie's Awakening Pt.  02

   In the days following their crazy Saturday night, Alex found himself
regularly replaying the events and, consequently, found it impossible to be
around his beautiful blonde wife without being horny.  In her early
thirties, Sophie was a stunner, with a slim and athletic body.  There was
something about her French charm that he couldn't resist, even if she could
be bossy and stubborn.  But, then again, that was no doubt part of her
charm.  Saturday had opened his eyes to many new possibilities and he was
hungry for more.

   Sophie meanwhile, on the outside at least, was acting pretty cool about
the whole thing, like nothing much had happened.  She could sense her
husband's heightened sex drive, but simply wasn't wired the same way.  She
had indeed enjoyed the night in question.  But, after a long day keeping
the house in order, sorting out the kids, preparing dinner, and everything
else...  it was harder for her to be in the mood by bed time.

   Early in the week she was also slightly embarrassed and awkward,
concerned that the dynamic of their marriage might have suffered as a
result of her behavior that night, especially her submissiveness.  She had
been thinking of speaking to her husband about it.  But as the days
progressed, and he treated her with the same love and respect that he
always had, she began to relax.

   Although disappointed that his wife seemed to have reverted to her old
self, Alex resolved to be patient.  After all, he thought, Rome wasn't
built in a day.  So he set to work thinking up something fun and
boundary-pushing for the coming Saturday.  Luckily, work was quiet over the
summer, so he had the time and bandwidth.  On Thursday morning he was ready
to kick things off.

   "Have a nice day darling," he called out, collecting his belongings
before heading to work.

   "You too," she replied, not even looking up from her iPhone.  She
remained seated at their dining room table, slouching into the designer
chair and nursing a coffee as she tapped away.

   On the threshold of the front room Alex turned back and added casually
"Oh...before I forget, don't make plans for Saturday as I've booked a table
at Per Se."

   The words took a second to sink in, but the large smile drawing across
her face told him everything he needed to know, and he headed out.  It was
one of the most exclusive restaurants in town and she had been dying to try
it.  She looked up just in time to see her husband disappear.

   The news put Sophie in a fantastic mood, and finishing up her coffee she
headed for a shower with spring in her step.

   "Per Se, wow.  I wonder how we managed to get that reservation?  Shit,
what am I going to wear?" She thought. 

   Visualizing her wardrobe options, she removed her pajamas and turned on
the taps.  And then she had another thought. 

   "Per Se!  I wonder what he will expect me to do in return this time?"

   She wanted to be offended, but instead felt a hint of anticipation.  The
warm water felt wonderful as she enjoyed soaping her naked body.  Her
thoughts returned to what might happen. 

   "Would he blindfold me again?  Tie me up?  In a different position?"

   And the more she thought about it, the more her body became sensitive to
her own touch.  The more she remembered what it had felt like to be at her
husband's mercy the more her pink nipples hardened.  The more she
remembered how hard he had fucked her, the more her fingers worked their
way in and out of her wet pussy.

   "Hmm," she purred.

   Her flashbacks accelerated.  The fun she had had flirting and leading
him on during dinner.  Being commanded by him in the bedroom.  Being tied
up and used.  Submitting to his desires and letting him lead her to
ecstasy. It was so unlike her to have lost control like that, but she
couldn't deny that it had been good. 

   Closing her eyes she refocused on the here and now.  The feel of the
water pounding down against her breasts, and the vibrations emanating from
her clit as she soaped and rubbed.  Her breathing accelerating and her
moans growing louder.  Until, with one final hard rub, her hips convulsed
in pleasure.

   --------

   "I'll get it," Alex called out, advancing through the living room to the
front door in answer to the chimes.  He purposefully hadn't finished
getting dressed and was still walking around in boxers and a partially
buttoned up shirt.

   "Louise, great to see you, come in please," he said, trying to act cool
at the arrival of his nineteen year old babysitter.

   She was cute.  Five foot five, brunette, small breasts and a bum that
was young and firm.  And as she passed he checked her out like he had never
done before; a lion sizing up its prey.  Everything had changed now that he
knew Louise had watched him dominate his wife the previous Saturday. 
Seeing her again felt salacious, especially as he hadn't told his wife, and
Louise had no idea she had been busted.

   That night had blown Louise's mind, and she had spent a large part of
Sunday looking for porn videos on the web of women being tied and taken the
way Mr.  Marino had done to Mrs.  Marino.  Then she had masturbated almost
every day since.

   Acting casual despite a growing sensation in his loins he continued, "So
how was your week, anything interesting happen?"

   "Nothing special," she replied, with her hands behind her back, turning
nervously on the spot under his gaze.  Despite herself, her eyes drifted
down to his crotch.  She could see a growing bulge in his boxers and
imagined the beautiful cock inside.  It made her tingle.  She was no
virgin, but had never seen a real man's one before last Saturday.  The boys
she knew suddenly all seemed so, well, boyish.

   They stood there in silence each lost in thought.  Until the sound of
Sophie's heals broke the growing tension.  She came striding in to the
living room, wearing tight white jeans and a sleeveless pale pink top.

   "Louise sweetie, how are...  Alex!  Come on, go and put something on,"
Sophie blurted in embarrassment.

   Alex grinned and excused himself.  He needed some time to shower and
finish preparing for the evening anyway, and was content to leave the girls
to talk.

   ---------

   As Sophie savored the perfectly cooked rabbit with gratin, she brought
up the topic of Louise.

   "Honey, you need to be more careful around Louise.  I had a good chat
and everything is okay now.  But you can't walk around the house
half-dressed when she is there.  Think about it.  Anyway, we ended up
having an in-depth 'fille a fille'.  She obviously needs someone to confide
in and her mum is not an option.  She even told me about some of her
boyfriend disasters at university.  Can you imagine she only lost her
virginity last year?"

   Alex almost choked on his food.

   "Sounded like a horrible experience.  Boys, they have no idea," she
exclaimed.

   "I was a boy once," Alex offered.

   "My point exactly!  Luckily for you I was too naïve to know otherwise
back then," she joked.  "Anyway, Louise was a bit shocked about seeing us
last week.  But also heartened to know that getting old and having kids
didn't have to kill it.  I shared some of my experiences with her, and even
gave her a few pointers on how to avoid creeps at university."

   "I met you at university," Alex replied.

   "Exactly!" she laughed again, raising her mojito.

   Of course, Sophie was still a little embarrassed about what had
happened. But if she was being completely honest, her ego also liked the
fact that her husband's desire for her had been seen by someone else.  And
why should she be embarrassed about that?

   Dinner was fun.  Sophie loved the dÃ(C)cor and the food was incredible.
And with a few glasses of wine to loosen her up, she began to wonder what
her husband had planned.

   "So what have you planned for later tonight?" she asked as the desert
was being cleared away.

   "What makes you think I have prepared anything?" he replied.

   She raised an eyebrow.

   He raised his hand, "Bill please!"

   ---------

   Returning home, Alex let his wife thank Louise and then whispered into
her ear, "Go to the bedroom, wear the blindfold I have left on the bed, and
then wait for me."

   Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine and turned down the corridor, as
instructed.

   Alex then addressed Louise, "I left an envelope in the kitchen which
should more than cover tonight.  Now, if you will excuse me, I need to help
Mrs Marino...  with something.  So, please just grab the envelope and let
yourself out afterwards."

   "Sure Mr Marino, no problem," she replied sheepishly.

   Louise blushed.  She still found it hard to believe they had such a
naughty sex life, and desperately wanted to watch them again..  But could
she risk it?  What if she got caught?  Also Mrs.  Marino had been really
cool earlier in the evening, wouldn't it be disrespectful?

   As she was weighing all the options, Mr Marino entered his room and
found Sophie standing with the blindfold on as instructed.

   "Come to me my love," he commanded.

   Louise heard the words drift down the corridor and in that instant knew
what she had to do.  Turning off the lights she walked heavily to the front
door, called out good night, opened it, and then closed it loudly.

   Back in the bedroom Sophie moved slowly, feeling for her husband's
touch.

   "Where are we going?" she asked nervously as he unexpectedly led her out
of the room.

   "Sshh.  Just trust me."

   Alex guided her into the study and left the door ajar.  In the middle of
the room he placed a white chair, which was around two meters in front of a
desk with their large twenty-seven inch iMac on it.  He led Sophie next to
it, then reached out an turned on the desk light, positioning it to face
them.

   Sophie heard the clicking of the mouse and, even with the blindfold on,
could tell there was a new and bright light source in front of her. 
Indeed, the dark room filled with light and Rihanna's voice echoed into the
silence as her music video started.

   Sophie smiled at her favourite dance hit, Umbrella, and her hips started
moving.  She became aware of Alex's presence behind her and leaned back
into his embrace as he started to strip her. 

   First her strappy gold shoes, then her tight jeans and top.  All the
while Sophie never stopped swaying to the beat.  In between each item
coming off, Alex took time to explore the increasing amount of his wife's
exposed body.  Lastly he removed her delicate lace panties and bra, giving
her nipples a loving squeeze for good measure.

   Standing naked, Sophie was horny as hell by the time the song ended. 
She needed to do something about her building desire and willed her husband
to speed up the foreplay.  Finally, she thought as she heard the sound of
his clothes being removed and thrown to the side.

   "There is a chair next to you, sit down on it," he instructed before
moving back to the computer and clicking the mouse a few times.

   Feeling with both hands she was able to find the chair and sat down. 
What is this chair doing here?  She felt the material under her bum and it
was soft like a towel.  She quickly deduced that Alex had moved the low
white lounge chair from the corner of their room into the study and put a
towel on it.  Even with everything going on, the perfectionist in her took
time to appreciate the towel gesture, as it would prevent any stains. 

   And then she was jolted out of her thoughts as light temporarily blinded
her.  Shielding her eyes she adjusted to the removal of the blindfold. 
Slowly she was able to look straight ahead, to the movie that was about to
start on the big screen.  The desk light that was shining on her was like a
mini spot light, and annoying, but she tried to ignore it and focus on the
large computer screen.

   The video was called 'Mine' and was a GQ produced, three minutes long,
erotic art video.  It didn't really show graphic sex, but was gorgeously
done and oozing sex appeal.  GQ's take on 'Fifty shades of grey' if you
will, but much better.  Standing behind her, Alex could see that she
remained totally focused on it, and that her breathing had become faster
and shallower.

   After it ended another video started, from Alex's favourite site.

   The scene opened with a beautiful blonde slowly raising her black dress
and removing her panties before lewdly crawling to a well-dressed man
sitting on a bed.  Sophie noticed immediately the actress's resemblance to
herself and what she had worn the week before.  The cinematography was
superb.

   Sophie was no lesbian, but the blonde's rear looked beautiful and
enticing.  How had Alex pulled it off?  Was it a coincidence?  Had he
arranged the video?  Had he picked the dress to make her look like the
actress?  And suddenly she found herself wondering whether, if they had
filmed themselves, would she have looked as hot as the blonde actress
currently crawling submissively to her waiting master.

   Sophie looked on as the blonde finally reached the man and turned
around, offering him her exposed private parts to fondle.  The actors
fingers went in just before she felt Alex's enter her own moist and hungry
pussy.

   "Yes," Sophie groaned.

   "Do you like this?" he whispered into her ear.

   She nodded, transfixed by the video and the electric feeling of her
husband's fingers.  Like the week before, her husband had managed to build
up her level of desire to the point where her inner animal was taking
control again.

   "I want to record us tonight darling.  So that you can see how beautiful
you are." Alex whispered, his pulse racing as he rubbed her clit and waited
to know if she would play along again.

   Sophie bit her lip, surprising herself by giving a small nod. 
Adrenaline surging through her veins at the realization of what that would
mean.  Alex reached up and clicked the mouse a few times.  The little green
light on the iMac was now on.

   He returned to kneel by her side her to play with her irresistible pink
pussy.  Watching her body respond as he alternated between inserting his
fingers, spreading her lips, and diddling her clit.  All the time making
sure that he didn't block the camera's view.

   "Hmm," she groaned, spreading her legs apart further. 

   Had anyone suggested to her, even an hour ago, that she would be lewdly
flaunting herself for the camera, she would have thought them crazy.  But
there was no denying that it was a turn on.

   Onscreen the scene cut to the blonde hoping onto the bed and getting on
all fours.  Positioning her head so that it hung just off the side, waiting
expectantly in mid air.  Sophie saw the large cock approach the actress's
full lips and push inside.  Sophie didn't like giving blowjobs, but had to
admit it looked sexy.

   And that's when she became aware of a presence.  Alex had moved to stand
next to her, his erection just inches from her cheek.  His trimmed pubic
hair made it look bigger than normal.  Sophie understood what was expected
and rotated her head a little towards him and opened her mouth.

   Alex could barely believe that his wife was going along with everything.
Blowjobs from her were rare, and usually done begrudgingly.  And here she
was obediently opening her mouth for him.  Not able to wait any longer he
leaned forward, cupped behind her head within one hand, and slowly pushed
his hips forward.  Her lips let his head pass through them before clamping
down around his shaft.  He reveled in the warm, wet feeling of her mouth.

   The blonde on screen gave her man an all-out porn blow job, but Sophie
just couldn't bring herself to follow.  Instead she sat there with her
mouth closed tightly around her husband;'s cock, and let him push in and
out.  An observer would have said she was less giving a blow job, but
rather letting him fuck her face.  Still, Alex wasn't going to complain, he
was loving it, especially how dirty it felt to be pumping into her mouth.

   After a few minutes the scene on screen changed.  The actor pushed the
blonde down onto the bed and moved in with his mouth.  Sophie was spell
bound by the close up of the blonde's shaved pussy being spread and licked.

   After feeling her husband's cock slip out of her mouth, she felt the
chair being swiveled until it, and Sophie, were facing the screen at an
angle.  Next she felt one of her leg's being raised onto his shoulder as he
moved to kneel beside her.

   "Hmm," she moaned, as she felt his fingers spreading her wide open,
imaging what the camera was seeing, and understanding why he had moved the
chair and viewing angle.

   She took a sharp breath when the force and heat of his tongue finally
made contact with her sensitive inner lips.  Sophie could feel him lapping,
pushing his tongue as deep as it could go, before retreating and applying
pressure to her clit.  It was heavenly and her hips began to rise and fall
in response.  Occasionally she would watch Alex come up for breath and wipe
his chin.  When he did he always paused for a while to spread her for the
camera before diving back in.  She could feel the mixture of saliva and
pussy juice trickle down past her perineum.  It was all too much, she was
getting close.

   "I need to cum soon...  please put it inside me now," she pleaded.

   But Alex ignored her.

   "Alex.  I need you to fuck my pussy.  I am going to cum soon and I want
you to fuck me hard," she begged, knowing that he liked dirty talk, and
that it would all be recorded.

   He smiled.  She had asked him the correct way that time, and he was also
desperate to climax as well.  He moved in front of her and raised her other
leg high onto his shoulders as well. 

   "Yes, that's it," she groaned as he filled her.  "Oh my God I am going
to cum soon.  And I want to cum harder than the girl in the video," she
demanded.

   Alex grinned and pushed, "there's a good slut.  Beg for it."

   "Oh, Alex, fuck me.  Fuck my wet pussy." she moaned theatrically.

   With her legs up, her husband was going deep into her in the perfect
mixture of pleasure and pain.  But with each thrust the pleasure dominated
ever more.  She watched the blonde's shaved pussy take the large penis on
screen and looked down at her own, stretching for her husband's cock.  She
felt like a voyeur and exhibitionist all at the same time.

   Sophie closed her eyes and concentrated on the pressure that was
building, knowing that she couldn't hold back her climax much longer. 
Grunting loudly she was urging her husband on, to finish her like a
champion stud.  Nothing mattered now except her need to climax.

   "That's it, I'm going to cum, don't stop fucking me," she implored.

   "Me too, I'm close, you're so tight, I love fucking your tight pussy,"
he grunted.

   Sophie lost all control, and her orgasm exploded from deep within,
blowing all of her circuit breakers as the shock waves violently ripped
through her body.  Her pussy clamped hard around the invading cock and her
body shook uncontrollably beneath her husband.  That was it for Alex too,
and he went over the edge as well, pumping for all he was worth.

   And then it was over, and he collapsed on top of his wife, his cock
emptying inside her as goose bumps erupted down his back.  Sophie held him
close as her orgasm drifted away, being replaced by a sense of complete
serenity and peace.

   The only sound in the room now was the grunting and thrusting of the
young couple in the video, who seemed to have more stamina.



   Sophie's Awakening Pt.  03

   Alex woke up on Sunday morning with a minor headache and a dry mouth. 
Applying a hand to his forehead seemed to help as he slowly sat up and
looked at the clock nearby.  It read 6:30am.  'Urgh,' he cursed under his
breath.

   Lying peacefully beside him was his gorgeous French wife, who was still
fast asleep and recovering from another night of debauchery.  The white
linen sheets had largely slipped off, allowing him to admire her in the dim
light.  Blonde hair flowed down her shoulders.  Her little t-shirt that was
all bunched up, revealing her sexy midriff.  And her cute little Victoria
Secrets sleeping shorts had risen up her derriere enough to reveal most of
a smooth white cheek.  It was enough to make anyone hungry.

   Which reminded him, their first ever home sex tape was on the iMac in
the study.

   'I still can't believe she agreed to do it,' Alex told himself, hoping
it wasn't all a dream. 

   His wife had been submissive and insatiable again, and he dared to hope
that a new phase in their sex life had truly begun.  She had allowed
herself to be spread wide open and fingered for the camera.  She had
invited him to fuck her mouth and pussy, and even talked dirty.

   Part of him wanted to wait until Sophie was there to watch the video
together for the first time.  But that part wasn't strong enough to
overrule his lower brain, which was sending out very strong orders. 
Leaning over he gently kissed his wife's cheek and tip toed out the
bedroom. Though turning into the study he was in for a surprise.

   "Morning Papa," his eldest said, looking up from his comic book.

   "Ah.  Morning Leon, how did you sleep?" He replied in a mixture of
disappointment and affection, accepting that he would be waiting to watch
the video after all.

   -------------------

   Luckily Sunday flew by in a whirlwind of activities, meals and chores.
Alex barely thought of the video until evening fell and the kids were in
bed.  When his mind finally turned to it he could feel the excitement
building.  But just as he was about to suggest that they consider watching
it, he found a glass of red thrust into his hand.  Sophie was obviously
keen to do the Sunday night usual, and so he followed her lead.  Plus, when
he thought about it, better they loosened up and decompressed after a long
weekend before watching the video in any case.

   Their Sunday night routine usually involved poring a glass or two of red
wine and then hanging out in the living room.  They would chat about the
weekend, swap gossip, and plan anything important for the week ahead. 
Tonight she had opened a bottle of Chateau Mont-Redon, which was full
bodied and smooth on the palate.

   Sophie watched her husband intently as he decided to join her on the
large sofa, moving her long legs to the side to give him space.  She had
always found him to be attractive enough.  At 5'8 with brown hair and blue
eyes, he was better looking than average and kept in relatively good shape.
But she had dated better looking guys before him, and when they had met he
was a total fashion disaster.  It was only because they had become
neighbors during their final year of university that she had gotten to know
him at all.  Then one thing had led to another, and after administering a
total style makeover, she had gotten serious.

   A decade later and Sophie felt lucky to have him.  But being French, she
had learned from a young age to always look for things to criticize.  And
with her husband, the main source of annoyance in recent years had been his
high sex drive, and his ability to live with things that were less than
perfect. 

   For she was a perfectionists perfectionist.  The house, clothes, meals,
holidays...  everything always had to be perfect.  Before the kids had come
along it was easy enough to keep everything in order and have sex a few
times a week.  But post kids she was often exasperated at how messy and
complicated things could become, both physically and emotionally.  This
meant that her sex drive had fallen, whilst her husband's had remained the
same.

   However, the last 2 Saturdays had changed her point of view somewhat. 
For the first time since the Kids were born she started to appreciate his
more sexual side, and the fact that he was still so attracted to her. 
Sophie looked on in approval as her husband put his glass down on the
coffee table and then gently lifted one of her calves into his lap.  A foot
massage would be exactly what the doctor ordered.

   "Yes, right there," she moaned, as he pressed down on a sensitive spot.
"So I guess you have been dying to watch the video?" She teased.

   "What video?" Alex replied with a big grin.

   "And that porn video we watched, is that what you masturbate to?" She
asked pointedly.

   Alex blushed at her directness and pressed harder on the ball of her
foot.  "Sometimes.  Although recently I tend to prefer reading erotic
stories to start with, and then finishing with a video like the one you
saw."

   "I real connoisseur then," she joked, "and what type of stories do you
read?" She continued, sipping her glass.

   Alex put her leg to one side, reached over to enjoy his own wine as
well, and then moved her other foot into place. 

   "Definitely has to have a good plot.  Unexpected twists, loving wives,
blindfolds, seduction, babysitters, voyeurism, exhibitionism...it varies I
guess." 

   He refrained from also mentioning that he loved stories about anal sex
because he knew his wife was not into it. 

   "And you?" 

   Despite all their years together, Sophie had always avoided talking
about her own sexual fantasies.  Alex sometimes made fun of her, saying it
was a hangover from her bourgeois catholic upbringing and the repressed
sexuality that came with it.  So as she swirled the wine in her glass, it
was a surprise to him when she actually answered.

   "Of course I have fantasies, though maybe not as much as I used to. 
It's hard to just say one as I don't have any one in particular thing...and
they sort of blur together.  There is never a face either.  They tend to
just involve someone.  Sometimes I picture being a student and seduced by
my tutor, or a handsome stranger picking me up at a bar or beach.  Things
like that," she finished, before retreating back inside herself, flushed
with embarrassment at what she had just admitted to.

   "Wow, that's hot, what else?" He encouraged, 

   Rubbing the sole of her foot more sensually.  He was keen to know what
she fantasized about so that he could integrate her desires into their sex
life. 

   "So have the last 2 Saturdays been part of your fantasies?" She asked,
changing the subject.

   "I guess.  I just thought that we could use a bit more spice," he
answered, watching in horror as her demeanor instantly changed.

   "Oh.  So 'just' sex with me isn't enough anymore?" She snapped back.

   'Shit, Idiot!' he berated himself. 

   Sometimes it was hard to tell if she was joking, and with her French
temperament she could easily go from zero to mad, faster than a Ferrari. 

   "That's not what I meant darling.  Of course not, but I just thought
that maybe we would both enjoy something...different.  I thought you had
fun?"

   Sophie sat there in silence studying her husband.  She could see him
starting to panic, and knew why.  He must have been desperate to watch the
video with her, hoping for more action.  And whilst part of her felt a
strange need to punish him for the perceived offense to her ego, she was
also curious about the video and didn't want to cut off her nose to spite
her face. 

   Alex could see his wife reflecting and knew the evening hung by a
thread, and he needed to act fast before it broke.  He weighed the options.
The last 2 successful evenings were based on him adopting a dominant
position.  But somehow it felt wrong tonight.  His gut told him to go soft.

   "I understand how you are feeling Darling.  We don't have to watch the
video if you don't want to, we can even delete it if that would make you
feel better." he suggested, managing to sound genuine even though he didn't
mean a word of it.

   Sophie hadn't expected him to be so considerate and slowly relaxed back
into the foot massage.

   "No.  No.  Let's watch it," she sighed.  "But we delete it if I say so,"
she added, feeling better now that she was the one suggesting what they
would do.  "Let me just check on the kids one last time." 

   "We have two options," Alex explained, following her down the corridor,
"we can either watch it on the iMac, or I can download it onto my laptop
and we can watch it on the bed."

   As Sophie considered the choices, butterflies started to fly in her
tummy at the actual prospect of watching her first homemade sex tape.

   "The bed sounds better," she decided.

   "Alright, give me a few minutes to set it up and see you in there," he
replied.  And a naughty idea flicked through his mind.

   -----------------

   He entered the room and locked the door behind him.  Sophie grabbed the
laptop and placed it at the foot of the bed, just in front of the now
infamous ottoman.  With a huff she lay down on her front and opened the
laptop.  Alex flopped down next to her.

   "Ready?" She asked, her hand trembling a little above the touchpad.

   Alex nodded.

   Goose bumps erupted down her spine as she suddenly saw herself sitting
naked in the chair with her legs spread.  Nothing could have prepared her
for this.  This was really happening, she was actually watching herself
spread her legs apart!  Her emotions were all over place. 

   She was at once embarrassed by her body, curious at how it looked, and
turned on by what her husband was doing to her.  Sophie studied herself
intently, intrigued by the sight of her own pussy lips and how they rose up
to the hood of her clit.  Comparing it to those that she had seen in
magazines and videos, it was one of the prettier ones at least.  Although
she definitely didn't like her pubic hair.  Although it was blonde and kept
neat, it still looked passÃ(C).

   Alex was having the same thoughts as his wife, and had to raise his hips
and reach under to adjust himself.  It was like a dream come true.  Not
usually one for religion, he felt it would be good form to thank God just
in case.

   Sophie watched in fascination.  On screen her husband was now fingering
her, whilst occasionally stopping to spread her pussy wide open, revealing
the rich pink of her vagina.  She was getting very turned on, and her mind
was becoming incoherent as desire started to overwhelm her thoughts again.
She couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to speed up the video to see it
all instantly, to slow it down to study every detail, or to stop it
entirely. 

   Alex began to caress his wife's back and bum through her clothes.  She
didn't protest.  Nor did she tell him to stop when he reached under her to
pop the buttons of her jeans.  In fact she aided by lifting her hips off
the bed so that he could shimmy them off together with her sheer white
panties.  Whilst her hips were in the air he took the opportunity to slip a
pillow under them.

   "Aren't we a good and obedient girl tonight.  Now what am I to do with
you," he wondered.

   He had planned the previous Saturday's to perfection, but he hadn't had
time to plan this evening.  Options ran through his mind until he decided
on a course of action.  Getting up he moved quickly to the bathroom and
searched for the massage oil, all the while listening to the sound of moans
and naked flesh from the video.

   Fully engrossed by the video, Sophie hadn't moved.  Removing his clothes
Alex hoped onto the bed and straddled her legs.  Pushing her t-shirt up he
gave himself unobstructed access to her delicious naked rear.  The video
action was hot, but Alex knew he could always watch it later.  It was far
more important for him to play with his wife whilst the going was good.

   He squirted an amount of oil onto the small of her back and then began
to sensuously rub it all over her smooth bum and lower back.  Her cheeks
were not too hard, and not too soft, but just right.  By massaging them in
large circular strokes he could spread her open and hear the moisture of
her already wet pussy. 

   Bit by bit he allowed his thumbs to reach further down between her legs
on each stroke, until they were trailing through her swelling lips.  And
like a dog in heat, the smell her sex was having a potent affect on him. 

   "Hmm," Sophie purred in response.

   With that encouragement Alex chanced allowing his thumbs to continue up
her crack so that he could pass over her perineum before feeling the
wrinkled skin of her little anal opening.  He loved how her forbidden hole
felt against his fingertips.  Part of him worried she would tell him to
stop playing back there, but the only sound to escape her lips were groans
of lust. 

   Alex was getting greedy, and wanted more.  In a flurry of activity he
readjusted his position and her legs, spreading them apart so that he could
kneel in between.  Her firm bum now raised and open for him.  Reaching
forward he spread her pussy, enjoying the view of her pink inner flesh.

   Sophie gasped as she finally felt his wet tongue go up and down between
her folds.  Raising her hips she pushed back into her husband's face. 
Struggling with the sensory overload, she didn't even protest when an
occasional tickle radiated out from her bum hole.  It was a powerful new
feeling.  Like a thousand nerve endings she had never known existed all
singing at once.  And each time the endings sang their chorus, her rear
would automatically tense and rise, not because it was bad, but because it
was intense.

   Alex felt like an animal as he kept her cheeks spread in his hands and
licked and lapped at her pussy and anus.  Bodily fluids ran down his chin
as he pushed his tongue in further, seeking the strong musky taste of her
inner depths.  He loved it when her bum tensed in his hands in response to
a lick of her forbidden hole.  Her cheeks would shrink, becoming no bigger
than those of a 19 year old a babysitter's.  And for some inexplicable
reason when they did he felt the need to lovingly bite them.  Then the
cycle would repeat as she relaxed and unclenched. 

   Between Sophie and the video, the sound of moaning filled the room. 
Anyone listening outside the door must have imagined an orgy going on.

   ---------------- 

   "Alex!" Sophie suddenly gasped in shock. 

   Like a prairie dog hearing danger, his head immediately popped up. 

   "Shit," he thought, "she is going to tell me to stop licking her bum".

   "What is it darling?" He asked hesitantly.

   "Shit, rewind," she mumbled to herself.

   Intrigued he sat up and watched his wife rewind the video.

   "There!  See that, something moved," she said pointing to the corner of
the screen.  "You had left the door open and something moved in the
corridor."

   The penny dropped and Alex knew exactly what his wife had seen.  He
hadn't even considered the possibility that their voyeur of a babysitter
would appear in the video and that his wife would find out about her.

   "What did you see?" He asked innocently.

   "I'm not sure, but something definitely moved.  I will kill you if one
of our kids saw us.  Does this have a slow motion option?" She asked.

   "I am sure it does," Alex replied, moving beside her as they both sat
up.

   "Let me turn the screen on full bright and go slow," she said more
excitedly now, like a character on CSI finding that crucial piece of
evidence.

   "There!" She pointed again.  And then her hand went to her mouth as she
gasped, "someone definitely moved in the corridor."

   "But Who?  How?" Alex asked in his most credible voice of shock. 
Luckily for him Sophie was too immersed to notice his own bad acting, worse
than anything from CSI, which was saying something.

   Sophie started panicking as blood rushed to her head, trying to figure
out what it all meant.  She had to know, and started fearing the impact it
would have on her kids if they had seen the debauchery that had taken
place. 

   "Let's fast forward, but so that we can see, maybe we get a better angle
or lighting later in the video."

   Alex already knew who the spy was.  After all, he had engineered
everything to give their young babysitter every opportunity to watch them
again.  But he couldn't let his wife know that.  They watched as on screen
Sophie was being fingered at lightning speed.  Next came the part where
Alex got up to feed Sophie his cock.  But just as the action started she
paused the video.

   "There!  Did you see that!  Just as you stood by my side!" She
exclaimed.

   Sophie rewound the video a little, and then played it again, but in slow
motion.  It was undeniable now.  At the moment when he had gotten up to go
and stand by his wife's side, the unobstructed light had illuminated the
gap in the door and penetrated beyond into the corridor.  Someone was
sitting and watching them through the crack in the door.  And although the
details were not clear enough to make out a face, the hint of red certainly
was.

   "Louise!" Sophie gasped, "Oh my God.  She had a red top last night, and
look.  But how?  Does she have a key?"

   "Well...now that I think about it," Alex said, trying to play stupid, "I
didn't actually see her out of the flat, I guess she could have heard us
and decided to stay."

   Sophie turned and stared at him, dumbstruck,"what were you thinking?"

   "We were drunk and horny, I just told Louise to see herself out," he
tried explaining.

   "That is so you to be this careless, you never do anything properly,"
she continued, her temper rising.  Although as shocking as it was to have
been watched by Louise, Sophie could at least console herself now with the
knowledge that it hadn't been one of her kids.  And that was a huge relief.

   "Careless?  How about last Saturday when you did the same
thing...remember?" He said in defense.

   Sophie turned that thought over, it was true, she had also been careless
that night.  And then suddenly a new look of shock passed over her face. 

   "Are you saying you think she saw us last week as well?"

   Alex didn't need to answer, his expression said it all.  He looked like
someone who had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  But
luckily Sophie interpreted his reaction as a natural one of shock, rather
than guilt.  She tried to imagine what Louise must have seen if she had
indeed watched them both nights.  Their 19 year old neighbor would have
watched raunchy, animal sex.  She would have seen Sophie tied up and fucked
from behind, cuming uncontrollably, talking dirty, giving a submissive blow
job, and begging for her husband's cock like a slut.

   "But that means she had already watched us before we had that talk
yesterday," Sophie went on, thinking out loud, "no wonder she opened up to
me about her sex life."

   That's when Sophie noticed that her husband's cock hadn't been affected
at all by this recent development.  His raging hard on was just as strong
as ever, and bouncing in front of him as he sat there.

   "Men," she thought, "they really do only think of one thing.  I bet he
is even enjoying this development.  Being seen by a cute teen whilst using
me like a sex toy.  But why should I be the only one feeling bad?  Maybe he
is right, so what if Louise saw us?  So what if I am comfortable with my
own sexuality?  Maybe she looks up to me now, which is why she confided in
me?"

   She remembered how it had felt to watch the beautiful porn actress the
night before, with her gorgeous body and lack of inhibition.  What if
Louise had felt that about her?  After all, Sophie herself would probably
watch a hot couple if the opportunity presented itself.  And the more she
thought about it, the more turned on she was getting again.

   Impulsively she leaned over and pushed her husband back on the bed. 
Moved on top of him, and impaled herself on his stiff cock.

   "Yes," she cried out.

   Sophie imagined herself being watched from the door by Louise and
started performing.  Her top and bra went flying as she rode Alex like a
pro.  Playing with with her erect pink nipples and clit, which was just
accessible where she was grinding down.  She couldn't be sure that she
would have had the guts to act this way if Louise was actually there, but
the thought of it was a massive turn on. 



   Her blonde hair tumbled sexily as she leaned forward and fed her husband
a face full of tits.  All the while milking his cock with her tight pussy.
She didn't even protest as her husband reached round to tickle her bum
hole.

   "Oui, Oui," she cried out, performing for the imaginary voyeur.

   Then as suddenly as Sophie had pushed him down, she was off him.  Moving
onto her back, opening her legs wide apart, and spreading her pussy.

   "Now fuck me hard and deep," she hissed.

   Alex had never seen her so wanton and wasted no time in positioning
himself to give her seven of his finest.

   "Yes!" Sophie cried out, "Plus Fort!"

   Leaning down he sucked on her erect nipples, knowing she liked it. 
Rolling them in his mouth, sucking them hard.  Eliciting more groans of
pleasure.

   "Oh Yes!  Like that, I'm going to cum soon!  Don't stop," she gasped. 

   But Alex had other ideas.  Given her state he knew it was worth a try,
and so he pulled out.

   "On your knees," he instructed.

   Sophie obeyed and spun round, raising her rear and arching her back. 
Positioning herself so that if Louise had been there at the door, she would
have had the best seat in the house.  Alex grabbed her hips and slammed
against her body, going all the way in to the hilt.

   "Oh my god, yes, I'm going to cum soon, don't stop," Sophie moaned. 

   All that she could think about now was how it felt.  The joy radiating
through her body was the only thing that mattered.

   "Rub your clit," her husband instructed.

   But Sophie didn't need to be told, she had already balanced her upper
torso to free up one hand to do exactly that.  Alex looked around on the
bed and saw the massage oil bottle.  Briefly slowing the pace of his
thrusts he reached down to get it.  He squirted a little above her anus and
threw it back onto the bed.  The lubricant collected around her wrinkled
opening.

   With a deep breath he placed his thumb at the entrance of her bum and
pushed.  Sophie let out a gasp when she realized what he was doing.  She
wanted to say no, but in the heat of the moment she just needed to climax.
Although it was uncomfortable, it was also sort of pleasurable, and so she
decided to see where it would lead. 

   Alex knew that at any time his wife might tell him to stop, but doing
something so forbidden just added to the thrill.  So he continued to work
his thumb past her tight sphincter and into her rectum, all the while never
letting up his relenting pounding of her cunt.  Bit by bit her vice like
ass yielded itself and let him work his thumb all the way inside.  He could
feel his cock through the thin separation between her two holes.  It was
one of the hottest things he had ever seen or felt. 

   Sophie's eyes rolled in their sockets and drool seeped from her mouth as
she lost control.  Being filled in both holes was unlike anything she had
ever experienced.  The sensations were overloading her system and she
feared that unless she came quickly she might pass out.

   "I am going to cum," she heard her husband grunt.

   "Moi aussi," she garbled, as her hips began to convulse uncontrollably.

   Sophie's orgasm was overwhelming.  Alex could feel it in his hands as
her hips bucked wildly, in her pussy as it milked his cock, and on his
thumb as her rectum tried to crush it.  Grunting proudly, his cock began to
spasm, shooting large spurts of cum deep inside her.

   In the heat of the moment they had forgotten all about the laptop.  It
was still sitting there on the bed, paused on the frame where Louise's red
top was just visible in the doorway.