Chapter 1: The set up
Jim rested the toolbox on the hallway floor and knelt down. His fingers trembled as he pulled out a small black camera equipped with a suction cup at the end of a long, thin rod. Sweat dripped down his brow as he scanned the empty, clean room. Sarah would be here any second now, and the thrill of what he was about to do sent his heartbeat racing—a crazy, yet insanely hot idea, born from days of lustful imagination.
He scanned the hallway again. 2 dozen cameras had already been hidden—in every room except theirs.
Jim had scouted every nook and cranny in their two-story suburban house for the perfect spots. Bathrooms, kitchen, living room, playroom, stairwell—anywhere Sarah might retreat for a stolen moment alone. The idea of watching her touch herself was so forbidden and wrong, but the allure of it made his cock rock hard.
Sudden movement caught Jim's eye. Sarah walked toward him, dressed in her linen work pants and a striped blouse, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She smiled, her eyes bright and kind.
Jim returned the favor, his heart skipping a beat. "Need any help?" she asked, her soft voice laced with concern.
He managed a weak smile, his fingers tightening around the camera. "Nah, I've got it. Just putting a few things away." His voice cracked a bit, and he could see the confusion in her eyes.
She nodded and headed into the kitchen, humming a tune no one had ever heard her sing before. Jim couldn't take it anymore. He had to do this.
He owed it to himself and his lurid fantasies. If she caught him, he could always deny it, play it off as some prank. Jim wiped the sweat from his forehead as he glanced down the hallway one more time, his ears picking up Sarah's humming from the kitchen.
Stealthily, he placed the camera on the wall, adjusting the suction cup right above the king-sized bed. The field of vision would capture every inch of the bed, and no matter how much Sarah squirmed, he would have a front-row view.
He double-checked the connection, satisfied that it was well-hidden. Jim stood back, admiring his handiwork. The plan was in motion.
Back in the living room, Jim picked up his phone and tapped on the app icon he’d installed earlier that day. Instantly, grainy footage from the hallway camera appeared onscreen. He swiped, and now Sarah was visible in the kitchen, washing dishes by hand and humming softly.
Jim’s pulse quickened.
All he had to do now was wait. He glanced at his watch, impatience growing. Finally, the muffled sound of Sarah’s footsteps echoed through the hallway, and she entered the kitchen for a glass of water. Moonlight spilled in from the window and illuminated her body—enhancing her curves and softening the sharp angles.
He palmed himself through his pants, his erection grinding painfully against the fabric. She leaned against the counter, her gaze drifting as if hypnotized by the beams of dancing light.
Jim held his breath, wondering what she might do next. As if sensing his gaze upon her, she abruptly turned her head and squinted.
"Jim?" she called out. "I thought you were organizing the toolbox?"
His mouth went dry, and his heart thundered as he scrambled for a response. "I—uh—was just about to...yes."
Sarah arched an eyebrow. "Okay," she said, still eyeing him warily.
There was no turning back now. Jim needed to act—fast.
He set the phone down on the couch, and as he turned to face her, his gaze fell to her mouth. She nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, and a flash of panic shot through him. He couldn't let her catch him.
"Sarah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She held her breath, waiting for him to continue. "Do you trust me?"
The question hung between them, and for a moment, she blinked, caught off guard.
Then a soft, playful smile tiptoed across her face. "Of course I trust you, Jim," she said. "Why would you even ask me that?"
He took one step toward her, then another, closing the gap between them. Her eyes widened as she took in his sudden movement, but she didn't step back or try to escape. She was curious—and that was exactly what he'd hoped for.
"Good," he whispered, tracing a finger down her cheek.
Her skin pebbled beneath his touch, and it sent a shiver down his spine. "I have something to show you."
Her brows furrowed for a moment, and he knew she was confused, but she didn't pull away. "What is it, Jim?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed her hand and led her down the dark hallway, the dim light guiding their path. Halfway down, he stopped, taking a moment to slip his phone out of his pocket. The camera would pick everything up from here.
The anticipation killing him, Jim led Sarah into their bedroom and closed the door gently behind them. He could feel her eyes on him as he went to the nightstand and picked up a small remote. He pressed a button and the room filled with a dull red light that came from the hidden cameras all around their room.
Sarah gasped, horror registering on her face. She stared at him, her eyes wide, lips parted and her breath coming in quick gasps.
"What—what is going on?" she managed to get out, her voice quivering.
Jim pressed the button again, and the room plunged back into darkness. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she searched for him in the dimness. Jim asked again, moving closer to her.
"Yes " she answered, hesitation clear in her voice.
Jim reached for her, his hand gently caressing her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her. It was soft at first, but quickly turned demanding. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. Sarah let out a small moan, succumbing to his kiss.
Jim wrapped his arm around her hips, bringing her flush against him as his tongue swirled around hers, tasting her sweetness. His hand crept underneath her blouse, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, before gripping her tightly.
Their kiss deepened, and Jim could feel her body melting into his. He felt like a madman, overcome with desire for her.
Jim cupped Sarah's breast over her bra, feeling its fullness in his hand.
Sarah moaned into his mouth, and he felt a fire ignite between them. He moved his hand down to the small of her back, gripping her ass firmly as he thrust his hips against her.
With a growl, he lifted Sarah up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her thighs clamped around him, and Jim sighed, feeling the weight of her body on his. He walked to the bed, still kissing her deeply, and laid her down by force.
He removed her blouse and bra, throwing the pieces aside. Now, her body was bare before him.
Her full, ripe breasts beckoning to Jim, her nipples already pebbled with anticipation.
He groaned, kissing a line down her throat as his fingers gently pinched and twisted her nipples. Sarah arched into his touch, her back bowing off the bed.
"Oh, god, Jim!" she cried out. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as he continued his ministrations. Jim grinned, biting at her shoulder as he pushed Sarah’s legs apart with one knee.
He gazed hungrily down at her body, the pulse beating in the hollow of her neck, her chest rising with ragged breaths. She squirmed beneath him, nothing but desire etched into her features.
Jim captured her lips with his, feeling her trying to control her moans. Yet the cries escaped, desperate and wild like the storm brewing within them both. One hand clawed at his chest, the other grabbed hold of his hair, manipulating the strands as she burned her lips into his.
With his free hand, he grabbed her breast, pulling and tweaking the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. This only made her writhe harder beneath him, a guttural noise escaping her lips.
Without warning, Jim pulled away, drawing a whimper from Sarah's lips as he swiftly unbuttoned her pants and dragged them down her hips, leaving her in only a pair of wispy black cotton panties.
She was completely exposed to him now, her arousal glistening in the dim light.
Jim claimed her mouth again in a frenzy. He hooked his finger under the waistline of her panties and yanked them down to reveal her completely bare sex to him. The sight of her wet, swollen folds only fueled his desire further.
With a slick, he slid a finger inside her, eliciting a shudder from Sarah. His grip tightened as he felt her body clench around his finger.
"Goddamn, Sarah," he muttered against her lips, pumping another finger inside her before he started to stroke her in a steady rhythm. Each thrust of his fingers only made her moan louder, while she ground her hips upwards against them. The scent of her arousal reached up, mingling in the air. It was intoxicating, filling the room like a sweet perfume.
"Harder, Jim!" Sarah begged, unashamed in her carnal desire. Lust twisted her features, her eyes dark and pleading.
"More, Jim. Harder," she begged again.
Jim obliged, increasing both the speed and pressure of his rhythm, driving his fingers deep inside her. Her body responded immediately, her whole form undulating with each thrust. Her head tossed back and forth, her tangled hair rippling as it caught the dim red glow of the hidden cameras.
The image of her like a wanton, wild creature, surrender to ecstasy, brought a growl from Jim's chest that turned into a guttural curse.
He couldn't resist the allure of temptation. He had to taste her.
Jim's tongue replaced his fingers, and her thighs quivered around his ears as he lapped at her wetness, indulging in every inch of her sweetness. His own breath hitched as she writhed beneath him, moaning with relish.
Sarah cursed, her spine arching, fingers knotting the sheets beneath her as Jim's skilled tongue did its magic.
He slid his hands underneath her ass, gripping tightly as he teased her with the tip of his tongue in that spot that made her eyes roll back.
"Fucking hell, you feel so good," Jim growled, his voice reverberating into her core.
She could feel every tremor, every vibration sinking into her folds and pulsing through her veins as he dove deeper, exploring the slick, wet recesses of her. Jim made quick rotating circles along Sarah's entrance before slipping back in, fucking her with his tongue.
Strangled cries of bliss and filth flowed from her mouth as her climax approached. He anticipated her cries reaching a fever pitch, and his cock felt heavy and hot, throbbing inside his jeans.
He was close too, already ratcheting up towards the edge, one hand grasping for her breast, squeezing and tweaking her erect nipple. With one large thrust, he swung his hips, and his cock felt the resistance of her fantasized silky skin.
"Yes, Jim!" Sarah cried out, the weight of the moment making her lose control, and she shrieked with pleasure, her back arching.
He held her down tightly as he started to slide in and out of her, forcefully enough to feel his balls slap against her wetness. His rhythm hastened with each stroke, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through their dark bedroom. Sarah trembled under him; it was a mix of agony and pleasure due to his size and vigor.
"Oh, fuck me, Jim, yes!" Sarah cried out, her pussy walls tightening around him, stroking him from the inside. Her back arched as her orgasm hit her, and Jim gripped her hips tighter, impaling her deeper on his cock.
"Shit! Sarah, I'm gonna come!" he yelled, holding back for only an instant longer, his balls heaving with each strike. With a series of grunts and curses, he collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath, and covered in a sheen of perspiration.
Their bodies were entangled, arms and legs intertwined as they lay still, dealing with the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.
Jim looked down at Sarah, still catching his breath as he traced the curve of her cheek with his fingertips. Her eyes stared back at him sleepily, a content smile gracing her beautiful face.
He goes to the bathroom to clean himself up and while he is in there he checked his phone to see if the cameras worked.
He watched in delight as footage from the bedroom fed into the screen. Sarah lay sprawled, naked, and spent on the bed. He checked the recording to see if it caught the passionate sex they just had.
The video showed Sarah in every raw, explicit detail, her body shaking under his and her pleas for more. In full HD. Jim savored the image, cherishing the secret he now had, knowing that it was their little secret.
His dick was still hard, pulsating with life. He decided to take advantage of Sarah being asleep and leaned back over her, maneuvering between her and the pillows. He snaked a hand down her stomach, tracing tired lines and soft curves until he reached her aching wetness.
He wanted to tease her as she sleeps. Lightly touching her clit and trying not to wake her.
Sarah moaned softly, her legs parting slightly, giving him more room. The scent of their previous intercourse still hung heavily in the air, and the thought of having just fucked her made his skin tingle with anticipation. He slid one finger inside of her, still sluggish and relaxed from her intense climax.
Jim felt her walls tighten slightly around his finger, but she didn't wake—a vulnerable and exposed sight for him to behold. Sarah stirred, whimpering when he slipped another finger inside. Working her up, making her wet just to leave her there so she would wake up horny as hell and have the cameras catch all the action.
He made sure all the cameras were recording, gave her a kiss on the lips and went to sleep. Jim grinned, savoring the thought of what might be waiting for him on camera come morning.
The next day, Jim stayed in the living room, attempting to appear occupied. In reality, he paid close attention to his phone, which was filled with videos of Sarah pleasuring herself while she was completely unaware she was being recorded. He swiped through the videos, heart pounding in his chest. Her legs spread wide, fingers slick and moving hungrily—it was a beautiful sight.
He knew what he had to do. It was time to take things further.