The bitch had it coming to her, and that's all I can say. I am standing outside of her bedroom window right now, video camera in my hand, watching her suck some guys dick. The hate I feel for her right now is amazing.
There is something else there, too. Something I am surprised to feel. Jealousy. I am jealous of this other man who is getting his cock sucked right now in front of me. And lust. Pure raw lust. I fucking hate this bitch, but damn I want her now!
I steady the camera and zoom in on her lips wrapped around the guys cock and think back on how I came be standing in her bushes, filming.
I started working for her husband 6 years ago. At first she was never in the office. It was great. I was hired on as a shipping manager. Within three years, I was promoted to general manager. My job was to oversee the daily operations of the company. I had become friends with Tom, her husband. But I was always uncomfortable around his wife, Christy.
She first started to come in to the office about a year ago, and the time spent here became more and more frequent. She was 45 years old. She was a little chunky, but in all the right places. If she was not such a pain in the ass, she would have been hot. And Oh how she loved to order me around!
"Make sure you turn in your reports before you go tonight." Was a favorite line of hers. And she always told me this on a Friday afternoon about a half hour before quitting time when I had plans.
Tom didn't ever care if I did the reports Monday morning, but Christy was always riding my ass about getting them to her before I left on Fridays. And the kicker was, she would leave for the weekend about the time I was finishing them, and tell me to " ...just leave them on her desk when I was finished."
The hate grew quickly. At every turn she would poke and prod at me. I thought several times of quitting, but I really needed the job since I got a pretty good salary. I just held on with the hope that soon she would grow bored of working, and return back to her country club friends and the lifestyle she lived before taking an interest in the company.
Tom hated having her around the plant as much as anyone. But he was married to her, so he could not complain to anyone but me. And he did it often as he could.
Last week, Tom informed me that he would be out of the plant on business for two weeks. I would be in charge of everything, but I needed to run everything through Christy.
Damn! I hated that thought.
Christy had made this first week of Toms absence the longest of my working career. Every request was denied, and every idea was shot down. All of the work orders I submitted to her were rejected, or rewritten, and the shop was in chaos.
Earlier today, I was walking into her office to drop off the reports, and I overheard her side of a private phone conversation she was making on her cell phone.
"That's right baby. He is gone tonight, and all of next week." A pause. "You know I want you to come over. I am all alone." Wicked laugh. "Save your strength, stud. You are going to need it."
I stayed back behind the door and listened to the rest of the conversation, and heard her tell him to come by at 8 pm. She said she would leave her front door open and her alarm off for him. They whispered goodbye, and I heard her cell phone click shut.
I walked in and caught her staring off into space. She turned to face me, red faced. "What do you want?" she snapped.
I strolled up to her desk, and dropped all the reports in her in box. "Just giving you the reports you always want on Fridays. Thought I would get them to you before you left this time."
I stood in front of her as she sat in her chair. I never really noticed before, but she has quite a rack on her. I bet those suckers are at least D cups. I stared down the silk business top in to her deep cleavage.
"Good. Now you may go." Christy said, standing up and trying to intimidate me.
"Sure thing." I said walking toward the door. As I reached it, I turned back to her. "So, with Tom out of town till next week, do you have any big plans for the weekend?" I asked coyly.
Christy gave me a shrug, and a little devilish smile crossed her lips. It was only there for a moment, and was replaced by her normal scowl.
"I am staying home, not that it is any of your business." She crossed her arms across that big chest she had been hiding. "Just because Tom is gone does not mean that I do not still have things to do."
"Oh, ok. Sorry I asked." I smiled at her.
Christy did not know what to do. It was obvious I was making her uncomfortable for a change. She could not tell if I had heard her call or not.
In an effort to regain the upper hand she barked out an order at me. "Before you leave, make sure you move those pallets by the bay doors. They never should have been left that close to the door anyways. Make sure you do it tonight, before you go home."
I simply smiled, and closed the door to her office as I walked out. "Fuck you, bitch." I mumbled under my breath as I walked out to my car.
After a quick trip home to change clothes and grab my video camera, I drove across town to a neighborhood about a block from my bosses house. They live in a nice section of town: a place I could never afford on what they pay me. Each lot of their development was pretty good size, and all were separated by tall brick fences. Each driveway had an automatic wrought iron gate at the street to keep out anyone they wanted.
I parked my car and wandered down the street toward their house. When I was just outside of their fence, I looked around briefly to make sure no one was looking. Convinced I would not be seen, I climbed the fence and jumped over. I hid in some bushes up against the house.
Through an open window, I could see Christy sitting on the couch of her living room. That room was bigger than my whole apartment, I thought. She sat there like a queen drinking red wine from a crystal glass, and flipping through channels nervously. She was wearing a short, silky nightie that ended mid way down her thigh.
I checked my watch. 7:45 pm. The sun was setting and darkness was just settling in. I went over close to the window, and pulled out my camera.
I used the zoom on my camera to check out her panties up close. They were matching red, and appeared to be thin silk as well. I felt my cock start to stir at the sight of them on my little screen. This surprised me, and I kept the camera focused in tightly.
I checked my watch. It was 7:45 pm. The sun was setting and darkness was just settling in. I moved up closer to the window, and for the next few minutes I scanned every inch of Christy's body using the zoom on the camera.
At 7:55, I heard the front door open. I saw Christy tense up for a second, and then stand up by the couch. I saw the older dark haired man come and kiss her. I did not know this man. I hit record on the camera.
His hands ran up and down her body. Their kiss was passionate, but awkward.
"I can't be gone long. Jane will suspect something If I am gone more than an hour." He told her.
He hungrily kissed her neck and ran her hands up under her nightie. I could hear her moaning, and I zoomed the shot up close on her face. I then roamed downward and focused on his hands on her tits.
He pushed her down on the couch. "We don't have time for foreplay tonight. Get undressed so we can fuck quickly." He instructed, already stripping off his own clothes.
For the next 15 minutes I watched as they clumsily fucked in front of me. She sucked his cock, but not well. He climbed on top of her, and fucked her missionary style.
I watched her face as he fucked her, and zoomed in on her when she came. She was as quiet as a person could be when coming. Her mouth was open, but hardly no sound came out. Ice bitch for sure! I thought.
After he came, he pulled out, gave her a peck on the cheek and promised to be back again soon.
He left as quickly as he came, and by 8:30, she was back laying on the couch, naked, and turning on the TV.
I smiled wickedly, and stopped the recording.
