As I lay there I look over to see that she is asleep, or rather I see on the monitor that her eyes are closed and I feel her breathing rhythmically below me. She still looks like a radiant angel on the screen. Her halo of blonde hair now matted with sweat to her forehead and cheek. This was all her idea actually. Starting with the vanilla vodka and something called Alize to the snapshots to the video that was still recording as she slept. She had pretended to be so innocent, but there it was. The camera time stamp showed 4:41:21, hours: minutes: seconds. That makes for a good hour and a half at least. I shouldn't even still be here and I definitely shouldn't leave any damning evidence behind. This was, after all, her husband's house. Maybe once I sober up a little I'll remember why I thought that this was a good idea, but for the moment, 4:43:37am, I'm exhausted, drunk and all I have are flashbacks.
* * *
I had arrived at the pub wearing a bowler hat, an all black fleece jacket and a white shirt with a skull-tie printed on it. It was a crowd pleaser and started a lot of conversations. I can't remember how her and I actually met, but as I remember I had to approach her. She was wearing a 50's-style white dress with blue dots on it and a small blue flower just over her left ear. I remember her being shy at first; her friends did most of the talking.
* * *
I feel her shift a little underneath me and something starts buzzing against my leg. Reaching between us I pull out a rubbery, humming vibrator and open my eyes wearily to search for the off button before letting it drop to the wooden floor. Looking over at the monitor her face looks completely relaxed; lips gently parted as she rests. Bottom right now showing 4:58:18 and the curtains behind us dance slowly in a light breeze.
* * *
It was sometime around my third or fourth drink when her shyness started to give way to playful flirting. One of her more promiscuous friends was now wearing my hat so she took it upon herself to return it to me. I noticed the look of enjoyment on her face as she ran her fingers through my hair before setting the hat on top. I wonder why I hadn't noticed her wedding ring then? She had to have been wearing it.
* * *
The bedroom had started to cool off. Between the breeze and the bare skin something had to be done. "I should get dressed," I thought as I reached toward the foot of the bed for the sheets and comforter. 5:07:53, but I'm so relaxed.
* * *
Her friends decided that they were going to go to another bar just down the street, but the blonde-haired angel had gone to the bathroom only moments before.
"You'll wait and walk with her, won't you hun?" the promiscuous girl asked as she put her arm around me and laid her head on my shoulder. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and left with the other girls, leaving me to hurry up and finish off my vodka and orange juice. I had lost count by this time, but I know that my drinks had gotten progressively stronger as the night went on. Next thing I remember was the bumpy cab ride and us whispering funny things back and forth to each other in the back seat. There was a moment when we both got quiet and I leaned over and kissed her. By the time we got to her house we were desperate to get inside as soon as possible.
* * *
I became conscious again. Sometimes I just can't sleep when I've been drinking. Especially while in unfamiliar surroundings, but that doesn't keep me from being completely worn out. 5:25:13. I tell myself that nobody will notice me leaving at 6am on a Sunday.
* * *
She had mixed up some drinks she called Blu Ice. I told her that the drink matched her dress and she had asked me to take a picture of her with it. That's when things started to get a little crazy... and a little blurred. We went from the camera on my phone to a Polaroid that she had stored in a closet at the end of the hall, next to the bedroom. The light from the lamp next to the bed made her even more photogenic and each photograph I handed her seemed to make her more and more bold as she posed on the bed.
"I'm just curious..." she trailed off as she stared at me and I was just about to make a whitty comment when she suddenly reached out and grabbed my package through my jeans. My jaw dropped for a second. Then I heard myself say "Well you're never gonna find out that way."
* * *
Somewhere around here there's a couple pictures of her going down on me. I open my heavy eyes to see if I can find them, but give up after a second or so. 5:37:08
* * *
She hadn't been wearing any panties, but at the time it was one hell of a bonus for me. I was rock hard and had climbed onto the bed with her. Not sure where the Polaroid had gone by this time; I was too busy lifting up the hem of her dress and pushing her down on the bed so I could return the favor that she had just given me. Again she ran her fingers through my hair and for a second I wondered if this is what she had been thinking of when she did it back at the pub.
I remember her moaning loudly the first time she came. She threw her head back, her legs quivered, then the room was quiet except for some heavy breathing as I kissed her inner thigh.
"Oh, wow" she giggled. "You deserve a present for that!"
She got up, staggered into the hall and came back naked with a camcorder in hand.
"How about something for the occasion?" she asked with a smile and plugged it into the flatscreen TV on top of the dresser. Within seconds it displayed her stroking my cock as she straddled me. I got to see her breasts bounce in front of me and watch her cute ass on the monitor while she rode me. She had also began talking dirty at this point. I could tell that she was pretty drunk, but certainly enjoying herself and really getting into the whole video tape thing.
"I want you to take me!" she stated breathlessly rolling off of me and facing the camera.
I got behind her and starting pumping into her hard.
"Oh God, baby! Give it to me good!!" she yelled.
I could tell that she was getting close again. She just needed something to put her over the edge. I reached up and knotted my fingers in her hair and smacked her ass. Within seconds she was screaming into a pillow as her pussy pulsed around my rigid cock.
"I really needed that I think!" Her voice was getting raspy from the yelling and the alcohol. "Now we just need to get you taken care of." A hint of determination in her voice. After a slight pause she added "I'm open to anything."
"Oh?" I replied in a challenging tone. She giggled a little.
"Oh yes. Why don't we try something new?"
On the monitor I could see a tiny evil grin on her face. She moved forward a little and I slipped out of her. Then she reached behind her and led me, cock first, right into her tight ass.
"Isn't this what all the boys want?" she asked. "Just go slow, okay?"
Within a minute or two I couldn't hang on any longer and I was starting to throb.
"Make me your dirty whore!!" she screamed and I began to cum as I thrust deep inside her.
After a couple of seconds I pulled out, but otherwise just lay there on top of her and let my heart slow down as I caught my breath again.
* * *
I awoke again in a bit of a panic. Light was creeping in past the curtains of the now-closed window. I glanced at the monitor only instead of a live feed I saw my direct reflection. Plus, the camera was gone. I quickly tugged my jeans on and pulled my phone out of the left pocket. 7:15. It looked odd to not have the seconds listed. There's gotta be a way to fix that.
I put on the rest of my clothes and nervously wandered out into the hall. The Polaroid photos that had been strewn about had been picked up. This is like Hansel and Gretel all over again. The veritable bread crumbs had been pecked away one at a time. "I hope her husband isn't a raven." I thought in my weary, half drunken state. "He might come gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
It was at that moment that she came around the corner in a bath robe with her hair wrapped up in a beige bath towel. Her face glowing with that I-just-had-sex smile.
"Good morning you!" she said in a chipper voice as she walked by. "I've got to get dressed. I promised Sarah that I would have breakfast with her today."
As I recall, Sarah was the promiscuous girl. Yeah, Sarah. I tried to connect the name with the face for a second but my brain was just too muddled.
"Oh, and she'll want to know all about you." She said as she turned the corner to the bedroom. "She's been trying to hook me up with guys for months now."
"Wait. I thought you said you were married?" I called out quizzically.
She poked her head out to look at me for a second with a big smile on her face. "I just said that to make it more exciting. Forbidden fruit and all that. Next time we'll have to hurry before your wife gets home." she giggled.
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