Monitoring mouthwatering Melissa

Melissa walked back into the room clutching the two drinks and she sat near me, her hand on my thigh. I couldn’t help but look across and down at her open top and admire hir firm and lusty breasts. I longed to run my tongue across them and allow it to linger on her nipples, sucking and greedy. Then my mind snapped back to the moment.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to make love baby, it must be really frustrating for you having to go without...”

She smiled at me and I couldn’t work out if it was affection, enjoyment at her little secret, or conspiratorial as in “we both know that I had great sex only this afternoon, don’t we....?”

“No problem honey, we can make up for it when you are fit and strong again. I don’t mind anyway, you’re the only man for me and I only want you inside me...”

She was a good liar, I’ll give her that and I sure have been angrier than I was but how could I be? I had enjoyed her performance and in fact it was more envy than anger that possessed me at that moment. Envy at the mystery man and his fabulous sex session with two absolutely stunning, willing, sexual animals that was out of this world hot!

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She walked suddenly out of the bathroom, catching me a little by surprise but I had already planted my devices. I was now in a position to monitor Melissa’s cheating ways and find out what she was up to, providing of course that she used that particular bag. I was confident she would however as I had never seen her with another one.

Melissa was wearing a sexy lace camisole in silver grey, her breasts holstered in soft, unsupported fabric but still so pert as to make you question whether they were real at all. They were, I could vouch for that. Her stomach was flat but with enough flesh to make her even sexier, more nubile, soft and desirable. She was carrying two glasses of champagne.

“What are we celebrating sweetie?” I asked, nonchalantly.

“Being together...” she whispered, her voice low and sexy.

I could feel the temperature in the room rising along with some other important items. I couldn’t wait for my hands to be poring over her body, exploring, squeezing and teasing as I made my way towards satisfaction...

Continued on Wednesday when a strange twist brings the voyeur a promise of ecstasy – another Silk Stocking Story.