Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  Still moving with exaggerated slowness, I dropped my hand to the hem of my top and burrowed it underneath, where it fluttered across my stomach on the way up to my naked breast. This time I caught my nipple between my fingers and pinched the nub of flesh hard. I felt myself gasp as the action sent a wave of pleasure flooding through my body and I began to pant, even though I hadn’t touched my aching pussy yet. The situation and exposure was driving me very quickly onward. My right hand slid back up my leg toward my loins and then kept going to arrive at the waistband of my panties. Like its counterpart higher up, I burrowed it underneath the flimsy fabric and slowly began to allow my fingertips to descend towards my waiting treasure.

  I took my left hand away from its teasing and pinching of my nipple and dropped it back down to where my arm had hiked up the bottom edge of my onion skin top. Wriggling to allow movement of the fabric behind me, I slowly and awkwardly pulled the fabric up until it was now wrapped in a band around my breasts. The bottom swell of my luscious curves were in full view but the multiple layers of the fabric covered their tips far more than the single layer had. Meanwhile, my other hand had found my slit and within my panties was slowly stroking up and down the rapidly dampening lips.

  Buzz.

  Get those tits out and show me your cunt.

  Owen was being deliberately crude once more, but yet again his crudeness and the deliberate attempt to humiliate me merely pushed me further along toward the orgasm that was building. It only took a moment to push the top up above my breasts, letting them hang out into the sun-warmed air. I paused to give them a gentle squeeze before dropping my left hand down to my crutch. Running my hand over the top of my panties, I could feel my other hand working away inside, another new sensation, this one I filed away for later, as a masturbation technique to try in private. Both hands together down there, sure, but never one in and one out of my underwear. The level of arousal was rising rapidly now and I really didn’t want to stop.

  I wish I’d told Mia a half an hour not a quarter.

  I slipped the index finger of my left hand under the edge of the crotch band of my panties and flicked the material over to the other side, exposing both my pussy and exactly what my right hand was doing, to Owen and his camera. Or cameras! Suddenly I realised he might well be videoing me again as well. My right index finger plunged straight into my pussy, spearing in at speed as my thumb came up to mask against my clit. My left hand flew back to my chest and I grabbed my nipple and pulled it hard away from myself, forcing my breast to distend outwards. The combined stimulation was far too much to resist and my back arched up off the lounger and my ass churned as I came once more at Owen’s instruction.

  Afterwards I sagged back into the lounger, too spent to even shift my feet and close my legs. Owen didn’t give me any time to relax.

  Buzz.

  Lose the panties, throw them on the lawn. Lose the top while you’re out there too. Then sit back down.

  I gulped. I’d known such instructions would likely be forthcoming. Resignedly I raised my feet onto the surface of the lounger and lifted my backside clear of the seat. Sliding my hands into the waistband of the article he’d told me to lose, I slowly slid the black lace panties down over my hips, past by bottom and onto my thighs. Gratefully, still weak after the orgasm, I allowed myself to sink back onto the chair. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed the panties further down my thighs until they were at my knees. Rotating my legs up into the air, I pulled them off then swung my legs over to the side and put my feet back down on the deck. Rising as gracefully as I could, not actually that easy when your only item of clothing is actually bunched up around your neck, I walked on unsteady legs over to the edge of the deck and my underwear joined the rest of my clothes.

  I felt even more vulnerable standing there at the edge of the deck, so I paused for a moment to let the butterflies in my stomach settle before taking my sunglasses off and pulling the top up and over my head before returning the sun glasses to their rightful place. Then I straightened my hair, all the while facing the band of trees at the bottom of the garden. We did occasionally see dog walkers and small groups of younger kids among the trees but that tended to be in the early evening. I didn’t expect there to be anyone there at this time of day, after all, the kids were still in school, but you never could tell for sure.

  Cutting the exposure, I walked back to the lounger and sat down again, waiting for Owen to tell me what to do. It didn’t take him long, the phone buzzed again.

  Repeat it slut. Finger fuck your cunt.

  Jeez. He is getting crude. Hurry up, Mia.

  I laid back into the same position as before and slowly spread my legs apart, dropping my feet back to the floor on either side of lounger. My nipples were still hard from the earlier stimulation, the slight breeze, and risk of exposure at the edge of the deck, so my hands went there first and I squeezed and cupped them for a minute, knowing the touch on my sensitive flesh would kick start my responses again. To be fair, I was still aroused but I didn’t want him to know too much about that, so I started back the way I had done before, as if from the beginning, the way I assumed any woman masturbated.

  I couldn’t put it off for long though without arousing his ire so after another minute of this my hand snaked down over my stomach, heading directly past my landing strip to my honey pot.

  Buzz.

  That’s it for today, Mia wants to go shopping. Lucky, aren’t you, slut? I’d leave the camera running but Mia might find it when we got home. See you tomorrow morning at 9 am.

  I looked up at his window in shock, my mouth forming a perfect O. He was supposed to come round at ten not nine.

  Buzz.

  Change of plan. Need to make up for lost time. Wear that black short silk robe and what you are wearing now when you answer the door. Don’t tie the robe or hold it closed. Open the door wide when you see me coming up the drive. See you then, slave.

  What I was wearing now of course was nothing other than the garter belt, heels and stockings. Teaming it with the short robe, which incidentally only just about reached to below my butt, was an alarming prospect. Opening the door before he got there, with the robe hanging open, was definitely going to be exposing myself to anyone passing by.

  Images of all my neighbours seeing me dressed like that flashed through my mind and I felt an incredible rush of heat through my body at the thought that wove in and out of the erotic tapestry of my fantasies. Unconsciously my hand had continued its journey and I realised I was still following his earlier instruction, frigging myself with two fingers furiously as if he would still be watching. I almost stopped what I was doing to get up and go inside but I couldn’t bring myself to. Within seconds I was moaning and my hips started to buck. The mere thought of tomorrow morning was enough of a trigger to send me over the edge into another orgasm right there on the deck.

  Part IX

  Leah looked relaxed and happy when I came home; almost kittenish in the way she gave me a hug and sent me upstairs to change. This time there weren’t any specific instructions or clothes laid out for me and I took my time, wondering at the change in her demeanour compared to the previous night. I guessed, correctly as it happened, that Owen hadn’t had an opportunity to spend with her after all, and everything had progressed according to the plan he’d told her the day before.

  A few minutes later I joined her for dinner and we talked about inconsequential things rather than her day, both of us prepared to wait, unlike the night before when she’d been on edge and I’d been consumed with curiosity. Eventually I finished clearing the dishes away, it was my turn, and turned to her.

  “So, what happened today? Are we going to go and watch it?”

  She could see the hope in my expression which she immediately dashed by shaking her head.

  “Sorry, honey, the only action today was out on the deck and this is why you can’t see it.”

  She offered me her phone with a picture already selected on its small screen. I could
see it was the soffit and it took me for a moment to realise the dark mass in the middle was a copious dollop of bird shit.

  “Over the camera?”

  “Yep, perfectly centred, the little winged rat! I checked the footage afterwards and there’s actually nothing to see. The other camera only caught glimpse of me and doesn’t show anything worth looking at. The one in the dining room had a relatively clear view but the dimmer light in the dining room, compared to the bright sunlight on the deck, meant the auto-balance kicked in. The images are washed out to the point of being almost blank. You can see it’s a woman on a sun lounger but that’s all. Sorry, honey, I couldn’t clean it off without arousing his suspicions.”

  “So, what did happen then? You’d better tell me about it instead.”

  “Well, we’ll go downstairs and I’ll show you how I got ready. Then I’ll let you read his texts and I’ll fill in the gaps.”

  The film of her getting ready in the bedroom was really erotic in its own right. I often got a boner watching my wife get ready to go out but since she’d have already showered and we wouldn’t have time she never let me do anything about it. Seeing it on the big screen in the den was an even bigger turn on and I was almost immediately rock hard.

  When that sequence ended she handed me her phone and keyed it to the first message. I thumbed through them one at a time and imagined Leah’s actions that punctuated the messages.

  I’m waiting. Get your ass out on the deck right now or else.

  Nice outfit, turn around slowly and let me see the back view. Then bend over for a few seconds and face me again.

  Definitely a nice outfit but the cami is a bit much. Step inside and lose it then put the top back on.

  Leah was cuddled into my side and after the third message she placed a restraining hand on my arm to stop me advancing it, then leaned forward and keyed the laptop. The screen cleared on the big TV and showed a picture of Leah stepping back through the patio doors into the dining room. I watched, spellbound, as she slowly pulled the top over her head and then the camisole, obviously deliberately facing the hidden camera. Her breasts were as magnificent as ever and I almost reached over to touch the real thing but she again gently stopped me before whispering in my ear.

  “Later, stud. Later. You won’t have long to wait.”

  She didn’t make a promise like that without meaning it and she never, ever broke one so I relaxed as the image showed her putting her bra on and then replacing the top before returning back through the patio door into the bright sunshine. She was right; you could hardly see anything out there. Leah leaned forward and clicked the stop button once more.

  “Next message, honey.”

  I began to thumb my way through the messages again, each time pausing to imagine what was happening on the deck where the camera was inadvertently covered. Damn, I’d have liked to see the show she was giving. After the next three or four messages she leaned forward again and set another sequence playing.

  Again she was back in the dining room but this time the bar and the skirt were missing. The thin top was transparent and you could clearly see every detail of her breasts through it. Her nipples were distending the thin black nylon and her panties hugged every inch of her loins, outlining her mount which she was very obviously displaying to the camera for my benefit. I watched as she keyed in a text message and then moved over closer to the camera to hold it up for me to read.

  Mall Shop 15 minutes.

  Obviously this was her codeword message for Mia. She stopped the playback once more and I turned to her.

  “Why fifteen minutes? Why not straight away?”

  She looked a bit sheepish.

  “Did you see my nipples? He’d got me hot, lover, really hot. I actually wanted to masturbate at that moment and I wanted him to capture those images with his camera. Sorry, honey, I was acting a little sluttish, and I suspect Mia will have thought so too.”

  I grinned at her. Clearly she’d had at least one orgasm out there with her own fingers and that with the lack of a real love session were the combination that explained her kittenish behaviour.

  “Is there anymore to see?”

  She shook her head.

  “Only if you want to see what I looked like when I came back inside, naked, after two orgasms out there.”

  I chuckled.

  “I’d rather see you in a few minutes after a couple of orgasms.”

  “You’d better read his last two texts, honey. He’s changing his plans again.”

  That’s it for today Mia wants to go shopping. Lucky, aren’t you, slut? I’d leave the camera running but Mia might find it when we got home. See you tomorrow morning at 9 am.

  Change of plan. Need to make up for lost time. Wear that black short silk robe and what you are wearing now when you answer the door. Don’t tie the robe or hold it closed. Open the door wide when you see me coming up the drive. See you then, slave.

  “Was that after you came the second time?”

  This time the flush of embarrassment hit her cheeks immediately. I knew the answer before she spoke.

  “No, Leo. Your very slutty wife came immediately after that text, visions of being exposed to everyone in the street flashing through my head.”

  “Exhibitionist!”

  She bit her lip.

  “I don’t think so, not really. I think it was the combination of worrying about being seen on the deck and then having just come, his humiliating language and those images combined. I don’t think he even knows I came a second time. I rushed inside and went to the bedroom, just in time to see him drive away with Mia.”

  “So, what happened then?

  “I switched the cameras off and then grabbed a robe, retrieved my clothes, cleaned off the camera’s hiding place and then took a shower, got dressed and waited for you.”

  “Pity you didn’t leave the cameras on when you took the shower.”

  “Don’t you start!”

  She giggled though and I knew she was okay.

  “But what about tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow will look after itself tomorrow. What do you want to do right now, Leo?”

  “You mean apart from make love to my beautiful wife?”

  “We can do that now, or we can do that later.”

  “Actually there is one thing I would like to watch.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’d like to watch that final sequence from Monday afternoon when Owen couldn’t get it up. That would do wonders for my libido.”

  “I bet it would.”

  She looked at me speculatively for a minute, biting her lip as she thought about something.

  “Why don’t you get us a glass of wine each, Leo, and bring it back down here. I need about twenty minutes.”

  “Oh, why?”

  “That will be telling. Besides, I need to dig out yesterday’s play list to find out where those shots are.”

  “That’ll take twenty minutes?”

  “Nope. Something else will, and that’s the surprise.”

  ****

  Twenty minutes later I heard Leah coming back down to the den, her heels clicking on the wooden steps. As it was obvious that meant she’d got changed, I turned to look and whistled in appreciation.

  Leah has several cocktail dresses and she looks fabulous in them. Apart from the little black numbers which suit her blonde locks and pale complexion, and the very slinky lime green jersey knit she adored herself, the white halter neck dress she was wearing now was my favourite. I whistled in appreciation and she bobbed her head with a pleased smile. Her hands were clasped behind her, almost little girl coquettishly, and she was obviously concealing something from me.

  “You like, kind sir?”

  “Me like!”

  I peered intently at her. There was no way she could wear a bra with that dress, even a halter neck one, it was way too plunging both in front and back to allow that, but I was trying to find out about underwear. She grinned impishly.

  “You’ll ha
ve to wait and find that out later.”

  She always could read me like a book.

  She came and sat down next to me then brought her hands round and deposited two items on the table. One was a sheet of paper that contained the play list and the other was her silver vibrator. I knew she had it, I’d seen it, but never actually seen her with it in her hand, let alone seen her use it. Leah turned to me.

  “I meant what I said yesterday. What Owen sees—what Owen gets or does—you get to see or do. Everything.”

  Comprehension dawned; I finally remembered what she’d said she’d been doing when Owen couldn’t get an erection after cumming four times. She’d been using the vibrator to fuck herself to four orgasms of her own. Clearly she intended to let me watch the sequence while sitting next to me doing the same thing.

  “Move to the end of the couch, sweetie, I’m going to need to stretch out and I want you to divide your time between the screen and what I’m doing. Okay?”

  I nodded as I shimmied along the couch to the far end. She turned in her seat to face me, leaning back against the arm of the couch at the other end. Leah then swung her legs up onto the couch, inadvertently, on purpose no doubt, flashing some bare thigh above the tops of her white stockings. I didn’t get to see far enough to check for panties but I was reasonably sure there weren’t any. She reached to the coffee table and retrieved the vibrator and stashed it alongside her but out of sight, then keyed in the sequence she wanted and clicked play.

  Once again the screen cleared to show Leah walking into the den, wearing exactly the same outfit as she was wearing sitting next to me. I looked at her in surprise and she just smiled.

  “Told you it would take twenty minutes, honey, but I wanted you to get the full effect.”

  “Wow!”

  She smiled again, then nodded her head in the direction of the screen and I settled down to watch. After a minute I shifted in my seat to turn partially sideways. I could now see the screen and watch Leah at the same time, without actually having to turn my head, just my eyes.