1. Getting caught


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

    -- but this time on video. (In those days I kept a high-end camcorder on a tripod and a few video lights in my living room. Originally, I had set them up before I left on a business trip so my wife could record herself working on new routines. However, once we saw how their presence magically transformed virtually every visit or dinner party into a porn shoot, we left them up permanently. Sara, I'm happy to say, responded to them in the best possible way....) However, mid-way through our tape, the phone rang. Obviously, I let the machine take the call -- hey, *I'm* no dummy -- but once I heard the caller's voice, I quickly (and apologetically) shooed Sara off my cock and ran for the phone, just barely managing to grab the receiver before she hung up. On the other end of the line was Beth, yet another stripper who danced with my wife. The quintessential beautiful disaster, Beth was a gorgeous natural blonde cheerleader type, with a body that wouldn't quit -- and, if one was lucky, a libido to match. None too surprisingly, she also possessed a dizzying array of d**g dependencies she had carefully cultivated since junior high. For the past six months, she had been living with -- wait for it -- *another* dancer from the club and her girlfriend (who was a cop, or a sheriff's deputy, or something). Fortunately *and* unfortunately for Beth, the couple were also both recovering somethingaholics: Fortunately, because only in a d**g- and alcohol-free living situation could Beth have ...
    even a ghost of a chance of staying sober; unfortunately, because whenever she relapsed, they made her life an absolute hell. As a result, a couple of times in the past my wife had let a d***k, high, or spun Beth hole up in our guest room until she was straight enough to face her housemates. Tonight, she'd once again given into temptation; accepting a bindle of speed as a tip, she'd slipped into the club's ladies room and done a fat rail off the back of the toilet. Now she was uncomfortably spun and looking for a place to hide; even though she knew my Ms Maz had moved out a couple of weeks before, she wanted to know if ChezMaz was still sanctuary. I told her of course it was: she was always invited. I had her pass the phone to the cab driver, gave him the address -- and then said, as if as an afterthought, for him to tell her just to come inside when she got there: I'd leave the door unlocked, as the doorbell was on the fritz, and I might not hear her knocking, as Sara and I had loud music playing. So *that's* how Sara and I ended up getting caught: Only as the result of much effort. My best guess as to how long it would take her cab to arrive was nearly dead-on: Beth came up the stairs to find Sara, in thigh-highs and heels, astride me in full gallop; in response, she immediately stripped out of her clothes and plopped down onto the sofa, facing us, to watch and masturbate. (Sara, on her part, responded to the sudden appearance [I told her Beth was coming over... but not that ...
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