It wasn't often that Sara Jennings felt foolish. Foolish or embarrassed for that matter, but that was exactly how she felt as she walked back to her car, cardboard box in her arms. You'd think that the least that grubby looking clerk could have done was help her carry her purchase out to her car, she thought to herself, but that would probably have been asking too much. Oh well, at least he had shown her how to operate it.
The "it" was what was know as a spycam.When set up it could be motion activated and record up to three hours of video on its own self contained hard drive. The recording could then be played back on any computer with only a USB connection. Simple. If only that clerk had stopped staring at her body while he showed her how it worked. Sara could tell that he wanted to know what or who she would be recording but he probably would never have understood her reasons. Hell, Sara wasn't sure she understood it completely herself.
She slid into her car and pulled down the visor with the vanity mirror. She was still a knockout at thirty-eight, there was no denying that. Long black hair, framing a beautiful face with green eyes and full, pouting lips. A face any man would want. Why then had her husband been ignoring her lately? She sighed and pushed the visor back up and drove home.
In fact it had been over two months since Mark had touched her and wanted her sexually. Two months!! There were always excuses, most of them half believable. He was too tired. He had a lot on his plate at work. He had to stay up late and work. And so on and so on.
Well Sara worked too but she needed sex and she needed it badly. Her beautiful body ached with the need to be fucked. Why just the thought of Mark's cock was enough to get her pussy soaked. If she didn't get some cock soon she thought she might go out of her head.
The problem was that she had become convinced that Mark was having an affair. What was worse, Sara was convinced that Mark was bringing his mistress, whoever she was, right into her bed in her own room.
. Sara was on the road two or three nights a week in her capacity as a sales rep for a large cosmetics company. It had never been easy, all that traveling, especially with their daughter Mindy still at home. Sara had never felt that she had been able to give Mindy the attention she deserved but she had done the best she could. You had to pay the bills and Mark's salary alone was not enough.
But Mindy was eighteen now. She wasn't home half the time what with school and other activities and that meant that Mark was home alone at least two nights a week. Two nights with time and god knows what else on his hands.
At the same time Mark had started ignoring her needs; Sara's female antenna had started noticing other things. An occasional faint smell of perfume in her bedroom, fresh sheets on the bed when she came home from a road trip, and all of Mark's underwear washed and neatly put away instead of piled into the dirty clothes hamper. Nothing that you could call a smoking gun but Sara had become alarmed. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she had become that something was going on. Finally she decided that she just had to know if she was right. Thus, the spy cam.
When Sara pulled into her driveway Mindy was just leaving the house.
"Going out honey?"
"Yeah Mom, going over to Gina's"
"Try to be home for dinner Min. You know I'll be gone for a couple of days starting tomorrow."
"Ok, we'll see, bye mom." Mindy climbed into Gina's waiting car and with a quick wave was gone. Sara stared after her. It was hard to believe Mindy was eighteen already. Where had the time gone? She seemed so independent now, like she didn't even need her parents anymore. She was so grown up in certain ways and yet just a little girl in others. Physically she was still at the crossroads between girl and woman. She had her mother's good looks and long shapely legs and Sara had noticed that her tight t-shirts and short shorts showed off her body to good effect. Too good if you asked Sara but that was the way girls dressed these days so what was a mom to do? Sara sighed and walked inside.
Finding that Mark wasn't home, Sara went back to her car and got the camera. She hurried to her bedroom and looked around. She had to put the thing at just the right height and angle so it would record anything that happened on her bed. The camera itself looked like an over-sized book and would not be too conspicuous. Her and Mark were both avid readers and usually had a couple of books each spread around the bedroom.
After some trial and error she finally decided on the small bookshelf against the wall of the room. Placing it carefully at just the right angle, she adjusted and readjusted it until she was satisfied that it should give a perfect view of the entire bed.
The built in motion sensor had a small dial that could be preset to prevent the camera from coming on during the day when anyone might walk in the room. She set it for eight o'clock pm. Any time after that, whenever anyone moved in front of it, the camera would come on and stay on for twenty minutes. It would stay on as long as it detected any motion but otherwise would shut off to save recording space. Sara didn't care how all the tech stuff worked as long as it did work. Tonight would be a trial period.
At dinner that night, Mark asked her twice about her forthcoming business trip. Sara was worried that he was confirming the timing of something that might occur when she was gone but she went out of her way to seem casual. No sense putting him on edge now she reasoned so she let him think she was oblivious.
"Mindy will be staying over to Gina's tomorrow so you'll have the place to yourself for two whole days."
"Oh really? Well I've got lots of work to catch up on so it's just as well I guess."
"Make sure Mindy takes her books with her, she's got finals coming up soon."
"Ok."
About ten o'clock Sara feigned exhaustion and said she was going to get some extra sleep. In reality she wanted the trial test of the camera to start. After changing into her nightgown, she made sure to walk in front of the book two or three times. She stared and listened but could detect no noise or lights from the shelf. Great if the damn thing is working, she thought.
She laid still for a while to see if the recorder would stop after the twenty minutes but fell sound asleep and never even heard Mark come to bed.
In the morning Sara tried not seem anxious but she could barely contain herself. She thought Mindy would never leave for school but finally she left, texting someone on her phone as usual. Mark seemed to linger over his coffee longer than usual but soon he too left. Sara sighed with relief and walked to the bedroom.
After removing the book-camera from the shelf, she walked into the den and sat at the computer. After plugging the USB connector into the computer she had to wait only a moment for the computer to recognize the camera and ask her if she wanted to view the video or download it unto the computers hard drive. She checked view only and waited. Sure enough the camera had worked just as she had hoped. There she was walking past the shelf several times and then climbing into bed. The picture quality was very good really and she heard herself cough quite clearly so the audio evidently worked well too.
She pushed the fast forward button and watched as several minutes went by with no activity. Then Mark walked by and climbed into bed beside her and turned out the light. The camera recorded just darkness after that and then stopped after an interval which she guessed might have been around twenty minutes. It was hard to tell on fast forward but Sara was elated anyway. It had worked! She would be able to see and hear everything that went on in that bedroom perfectly. Well, as long as the light was left on but there wasn't much she could do about that.
She created a folder and downloaded the video just so she was sure how to do it. After playing it back she was satisfied that she could do anything she wanted to do with any video she captured. A thought entered her mind and made her laugh out loud.
After she proved to herself that Mark was just tired and preoccupied and not fucking around, maybe she would make a special video for him. Something that would get his male juices flowing. She pictured herself propped up on the bed facing the camera with her legs spread wide apart. The camera would see her beautiful wet pussy as she slowly finger fucked herself.
"Mark", she would purr, "Ohh I want to fuck you so bad baby. I want to feel your big hard cock inside of me. Stroke your dick for me baby, then I'll suck it for you. I'll suck it and lick it till its rock hard and then I'll fuck your brains out baby. Ohh god my pussy's so wet baby. Come to me Mark, fuck me now!!"
