by Bridy McAvoy
“All of it?”
I grinned and pulled her toward me.
“Yep. Leah. I want to hear every little detail. Every tiny salacious detail.”
She tried to frown but couldn’t keep the smile from her face. She knew I’d forgiven her for not keeping the action in front of our camera system.
“Okay, but let me get us both a drink first. I can’t talk that much without something to drink. Juice okay?”
“I’d prefer a Bud.”
“I’ll bring a couple then. I think this is definitely a two bottle story.”
****
Leah settled back down beside me, we clinked the opened bottles of Bud and both took a long swallow. She looked at me pensively again, that vulnerable look in her eyes once more.
“Are you sure about this, Leo? I mean it’s not the same as watching it together.”
“I’m sure. I want to know. I suppose I want to know you were okay all through it. Not just telling me afterwards.”
She smiled.
“I think you’re just a horny old devil. You want to hear all about the juicy bits.”
“He got your motor running, then?”
She dug me in the ribs, I returned the favour but we both pulled up short of actually letting a tickle fight get started. Leah isn’t overly ticklish so it can take a long time and usually leads to love making. I wanted to hear the story, and I knew Leah either needed or wanted to tell it. She smiled again, took another swig and began.
“As I said, he showed me through into the garage. He’d set up his lights pointing at the car, it was really bright in there, and he’d also set up these backcloths, blue clouds to hide the walls and door. They might even have been effective if it wasn’t obvious from the creases they’d been folded up in storage for too long. It was very bright in there with all the lights and it was already getting warm. I realised it would be very hot by the time we’d completed the shoot.”
“Should have piped the air conditioning in there!”
She giggled and carried on.
“Owen was all business, polite but giving his instructions again. He’d got two video cameras set up, one from the side, and one from in front of the car, both focussed on the interior. The top was folded down anyway so there was plenty of room.”
She stopped and giggled again and I realised she was remembering the one time we’d tried to get it on in her car, with the top down. There was no room and we’d both ended up rolling around, half dressed in stitches from laughing too much.
“You know how he gets when he’s giving out his mix of compliments and commands. It’s almost hypnotic and this time was no different. He got me to sit behind the wheel with the door open, and scoot the seat forward a little so I was quite cramped, my knees touching the steering wheel. Then he told me to get out of the car as modestly and ladylike as I could, knees together. Then he got me to repeat the process again, this time not quite so ladylike. He was crouching down on the garage floor, shooting up at me. I knew the second time he could see my stocking tops. After that it was get back in the car again, undo the jacket buttons and let it swing open, hitch the skirt up my legs another couple of inches and repeat the non-ladylike exit. I don’t think I flashed him my pussy—remember, no knickers—but I couldn’t have been far away.”
“No panties?”
“No, didn’t I tell you that?”
“No, you didn’t. I assume that’s also true now?”
“Want to see?”
I smiled but shook my head and took another pull from my beer. Leah followed suit and then continued with her narrative. I could picture the scene and thought about asking her to move through into the garage and show me, but realised putting the lights on in there at this time of night would be visible from Owen’s side of the house and he might get suspicious.
“You’re actually refusing the chance to look at my naked pussy? You coming down with something?”
“No, sweetie, I want to hear some more of the story first. It sounds like it’s getting interesting. Then I’ll feast my eyes, as always.”
I glanced over at her and saw she’d undone the jacket buttons exactly as she had for Owen. Her breasts were pushed up and out by the basque, giving her an impressive cleavage. It was cut quite low too, so a fair amount of the upper slopes of her breasts were on show. Knowing she was also commando under the short skirt added to the slutty business woman look, which was suddenly appealing to me. I could see where our devious blackmailer got his obsession from. She looked ravishing.
“He had me repeating the process another couple of times, each time hitching the skirt up further and swinging my legs out even further apart. He was lying on the floor, shooting straight into my crutch; I knew he could see everything there was to see. He got me to sit in the car again, this time hitching the skirt up in the back so I wasn’t sitting on it. He came in close in front of me, leaning in over the wing mirror to shoot down into my lap. I glanced down and could see my skirt was so far up my thighs there was a good four inches of naked leg showing above the stockings. Owen got me to scoot the seat as far back as possible as long as I could still reach the pedals with my feet. When he told me to spread my legs apart and lower my hand between them it was clear what he wanted me to do.”
“Were you wet?”
Leah smiled and shook her head.
“Not really wet. Damp perhaps—but definitely not wet. He hadn’t really given me enough time to get my motor revving, you might say.”
She laughed at her own joke about the location of the shoot.
“Are you wet now, lover?”
I could see the shiver pass down her body. I didn’t even need her nod to confirm she was hot – hot and ready. Telling me all about it was having a similar effect on her as it was on me. I felt a flash of triumph at the thought my wife was more turned on than she had been at the time with Owen. A small victory, perhaps, but an important one.
“I dropped my hand between my legs and slowly began to rub my index finger up and down my slit; the skirt was still covering what I was doing. I mean it was obvious but it wasn’t out in the open. Owen continued to click away on the camera, moving around from one side of the door mirror to the other and then leaning right over the top of the windshield to shoot straight down into my lap. By now I was beginning to get a little turned on, well more than a little to be honest. Doing that to myself behind the steering wheel of my own car was a new experience. I kept wondering if the extra light in the garage was shining out through the side window and if someone would come to investigate. After all the mirror film covering isn’t on that window is it? The thought of one of our other neighbours peering through that little window and seeing what was going on was stimulating me far more than Owen’s presence and the camera. Don’t tell Owen though.”
She stopped and giggled again.
“I’m sorry, honey, it’s well—I suppose embarrassing, telling it to you like this. I much preferred you watching it with me.”
“I know, but this is just as exciting.”
“As long as you’re not upset about it.”
“Hell no, I’m rock hard again, just imagining it with you.”
She shuffled around in her seat and I realised she’d slipped the skirt out from under her ass to mimic the position Owen had placed her in. As I watched she delicately inserted one hand under the bunched up front of the skirt and from the way the fabric began to move I knew she was stroking herself exactly as she had for our neighbour.
I heard her breathing alter as she stimulated herself and waited for a moment until she continued.
“Owen told me to bring the other hand up to my tits. Typical Owen, he used tits instead of breasts, but he liked to be crude. I was then told to brush the jacket lapels out of the way and move my fingers onto the bare skin above the basque. I couldn’t suppress the shudder which ran through me as I touched my breast. I didn’t need to be instructed to begin to massage them and I gently started rubbing the exposed portions of my brea
sts, my hand slowly sinking lower and lower toward the top of the basque. After a couple of minutes with Owen hopping around like a jack in the box changing angles, he told me to push the basque down and expose a nipple and at the same time flip the skirt up and show off my cunt. Sorry, honey, those are the words he used.”
I’d half turned in my seat to watch her. All the time she’d been talking her hands had mirrored her words and it was breathtaking to watch as she pushed the cup of the basque down to reveal her left breast in all its glory and flipped the skirt up above her waist to show her pussy and neatly trimmed blonde landing strip. Her fingers immediately started to play with her pussy and her nipple, exactly as they must have done for Owen earlier.
“‘Hunch down in the seat and raise your knees. Spread your legs wider. Good. Expose the other tit. Perfect. You know how this patter goes.’ That’s what he said and that’s what I, of course, did. By now I was so hot. I wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was doing anymore, I just needed the release. It didn’t take me long.”
She stopped talking and continued to match her movements to her earlier words as she very quickly masturbated herself to a climax. My dick was hurting in my pants but instinct told me she wasn’t finished yet. There was still more to this story.
As she finally came down from her high, her eyes opened and then refocused. I passed over her Bud, she adjusted her clothing, sat up and took it from me. She drained the bottle.
“Sorry, honey, I needed that. Your turn, if you like?”
I shook my head. “Nah, there’s still more to tell, isn’t there?”
“Yep. Show and tell, that’s what this is. Remember show and tell?”
“Tenth grade was never this good.”
“Oh…I don’t know. Mister Rickenbacker was kinda dreamy.”
We both laughed and I watched, equally interested as Leah adjusted her clothing. She rose to her feet and moved the laptop off the large coffee table and then moved the two empty and two full Bud bottles off as well, clearing the surface. I was even more surprised when she laid down on it, on her side, facing me, her top leg bent over to reveal thigh above her stockings. Another sexy pose.
“Owen told me to adjust my clothes and climb out. He then told me to lie like this on the car bonnet. I did as he told me to but I was concerned about denting it. He told me not to worry, as it was more than strong enough. Anyway I did as I was told and he moved one of the backdrops behind me so he could take several pictures of this pose.”
“You like?” she asked.
“You look really sexy. Are you comfortable? Were you comfortable?”
“Comfortable enough. Besides, then, as now, I was still basking in the afterglow from the orgasm.”
“You could have a cushion.”
“Leo, I didn’t have a cushion then, did I? The warm wood is better against my skin than the cold metal was, so I’m fine. Shall I go on?”
I nodded.
“I remembered he’d said he intended on taking pictures of me writhing around on the car bonnet masturbating and I realised that was exactly what he expected me to do. He proceeded to talk me through exactly that.
“It would be easier if I showed you rather than told you, this bit. Okay?”
I didn’t say anything but I suspect the near furtive lick of the lips and the shining eyes gave me away to her.
She stayed lying on her side as she began her performance, not talking at all as she closed her eyes and dreamily smiled as if into a camera. At this moment I was her camera and that was enough for me. Leah had thoughtfully placed my second beer in reach when she cleared the table top so I was able to sit and sip and contemplate my beautiful wife as she unselfconsciously started to masturbate in front of me.
She dropped her top hand onto her thigh and started stroking the smooth skin there, above the stocking top but below the hem line. She kept her legs crossed over as they were, leaving her other arm trapped as she was lying on that side. This way my eyes were drawn to the only moving part of her: her hand. Slowly she increased the range of movement, sliding now, down onto the lace of the top of the stocking, and then up, slowly pushing the hem of the skirt higher. A couple of minutes later and the skirt was pushed almost as high as her crutch, but the leg was crossed over in such a way it didn’t actually reveal her most secret parts.
Briefly her hand left her leg to move to the jacket buttons and flick them through the button holes, the bottom half of the jacket immediately falling open to reveal the basque barely containing her breasts. She pulled the top half of the jacket up as well to increase the exposure and returned her hand to her leg. I realised, although she wasn’t vocalising Owen’s instructions to her, mentally she was replaying them in order to repeat the experience as accurately as possible for my benefit.
She continued to stroke her own leg, her hand moving in circles now coving more and more of the skin exposed to my view. Leah sighed and slowly began to turn onto her back. She rotated her shoulders and then her hips and finally her leg so as to reduce the chance of flashing anything to the camera, or in this case, me. The movement was sinuous, sensual and very, very hot. Her eyes were still closed so I allowed my hand to drop to my own crutch and adjust my jeans to relieve some pressure.
Leah was lying on her back now, flat on the table, one leg straight and the other slightly bent at the knee. On the side furthest from me the skirt was dragged up very high, on my side it still covered her modesty. Her breasts, held by the under wired cups of the basque, pointed upwards and she was now able to bring both hands into play. One hand returned to caressing her legs, this time moving over the surfaces of both thighs and not incidentally raising the hem on this side too, the other rising to caress her stomach through the taut fabric of the basque.
Her eyes were still closed, that same dreamy smile on her lips, although they were slightly parted now as her breathing became faster. Her exploring fingers worked their way up her body, from her stomach onto the curves of her breasts and from her thighs onto her crutch. The skirt was now above the line of her crutch but my side-on angle prevented any chance of seeing anything. I sat up straighter but still couldn’t actually see. I surmised Owen by now had moved around to a position in front of the car for the shots he wanted and decided to follow suit. When I crouched down in front of her, I could now see she was running her finger along her slit, exactly as she had been earlier.
“Took you long enough.”
Her breathy whisper and accompanying chuckle told me Leah had been expecting me to move, probably before now but I guess she hadn’t given me enough hints. I kept quiet, not wanting to spoil her mood as she continued to finger her pussy. I could see the very tip of her finger disappearing into the folds of her pussy lips, which glistened with moisture, either from before or from her current arousal. I glanced up along her body to find her other hand had now freed both breasts from their confines and she was pulling at her left nipple, which had appreciably hardened from the stimulation. Clearly Owen had wanted essentially the same performance from her, once in the driving seat of the car, and once on the bonnet.
Leah spread her legs apart and tented her knees, showing her pussy very, very clearly. Two of her fingers were now inside herself and her thumb was mashing against her clit. Her other hand moved first to the right breast, and then dropped to join its compatriot where she used her fingers to spread herself apart to facilitate her own assault on its delicate folds.
She was moaning now, and I could see from the rise and fall of her chest she was panting for breath. I stood up and looked at her face, her eyes still closed and her cheeks flushed a bright pink – a healthy glow of passion, not embarrassment. I suspect if I’d quietly left the room she wouldn’t have noticed, she was that far advanced along her path to another orgasm. I tried to count the ones she’d had tonight since I came home, but quickly lost count. Her moans became louder and louder, her fingers moving faster and faster as her hips began to buck against the table.
Suddenly s
he thrust her hips upward to meet her fingers which she drove in up to their fullest extent. Her legs trembled and shivered as the orgasmic wave rolled through her.
“Oh…Fuck! That feels so fucking good!”
I jumped a little, it wasn’t the language Leah usually used even in extremis but realised she’d been probably told what to say by Owen and even now in her vulnerable state she was repeating it.
I returned to the couch and sat down again. Absently I picked up my beer and watched her as the passion of the moment slowly subsided. Finally she lay still for a minute and then rolled her head to the side, opened her eyes and looked at me.
“You bastard!”
“What, me?”
“Can’t you take a hint, Leo?”
I was really confused now, but I could see she was smiling. It wasn’t real, and she was playing with me.
“I expected you to jump on me then, I wanted you to. Why didn’t you?”
I thought for a moment, there’d definitely been no hint of that as far as I was concerned.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”
She shook her head but couldn’t keep up the pretence any longer and burst into a giggle. It quickly became a full throated laugh which I joined her in.
Leah raised herself to a sitting position and scooped her breasts back inside the basque once more. When she stood up the skirt dropped back into its proper position and apart from the jacket being unfastened she looked, if not prim and proper, at least decent once more.
“Do you want to hear the last piece of the action?”
“You mean there was more?”
She nodded.
“I told you earlier, or at least I think I told you, he intended to fuck me bent over the folded room of the car. Remember?”
I vaguely remembered and decided to diplomatically nod agreement.
“Good. Well this is how he told me to position myself.”
She walked past me and climbed onto the middle of the couch, facing the back, kneeling on the cushion. She had to spread her legs to keep her balance and that of course pushed the skirt higher up her thighs. She put her elbows on the top of the back cushion and leaned forward against it.
