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Getting caught

Date: 11/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: mazoola, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

*is* is that you do, again?" "Um, I'm an electronics engineer for the CIA. I build various gadgets I can't tell you about." "The CIA?" I said. "Isn't it a little risky for such sensitive work to be performed in so insecure a location?" "Oh, it's not insecure at all," he assured me. "It just looks that way. Trust me: The whole industrial park is completely wired, top to bottom; there are cameras *everywhere.* Nothing could ever happen there without being filmed, photographed, and monitored in real-time. In fact, someone probably knows how many times you've been to see the tape guys and how long you stayed each time." "um... Fascinating!" I don't think I ever told my wife. And I never heard anything from the Agency, none too surprisingly -- but I kind of wished I had: I would *kill* for a copy of that tape. (And I did it to her again a few years later. I'd been away on business for an extended stretch, and when I called my wife to arrange to have her meet me at the airport, on a whim I specified what she should wear. Basically, it was heels, stockings, and a garter belt -- plus whatever she needed to avoid being arrested. When I stepped out of baggage claim, she pulled up to the curb, put the car in park, got out, and walked around the car to sit in the passenger seat. She had added one of my dress shirts, with reasonably long tails. (As soon as we paid for parking, the shirt came off, my fly went down, and my cock ended up in her mouth. It was 32 miles from the airport to ... home; by Mile 3, I knew there was no way I could wait that long. As the building where I worked was between Miles 5 and 6, I took the next exit and circled around to the parking lot furthest from the entrance. There were only a handful of people who worked the night shift, so I didn't expect there to be anyone else around -- which is why I made my wife get out of the car, nude from the thighs up, and bend over the hood while I fucked her from behind. (A couple of days later, I was talking with one of the security guards at work when he said, "Hey, you gotta take a look at this!" He led me into the security office and proudly gestured at a bank of video screens above one of the desks. "They installed all this since you were here last. It's full surveillance coverage of the entire corporate park: The perimeter of all the buildings, *and* the entire parking lot. And look at this," he said, reaching for a joystick. "You can pan back and forth, up and down, and zoom in -- like all the way in -- and you can see almost any location from at least two angles." ("Wow," I said. "That's pretty neat. So this just went live on Monday?" ("Oh,. no -- we've been using it for more than a week." (Bastard didn't offer to make me a copy of *that* tape, either.) 3. Blatantly Caught Not long after my second wife moved out to 'work through some things' -- which in this case meant quitting her job as an exotic dancer and instead turning tricks in-call -- I stopped by the Market Street Cinema, at the time ...