Isn’t it odd when you know someone is watching you, but can’t do anything about it? I woke up Friday with the feeling that there were more eyes on me than my own. Odd, because I live in a loft apartment and from the street you can’t see in the giant bay window. Well, unless you live in the ocean, and I haven’t seen any sailors lurking.

I’ve always been sort of a nudist, so being on display isn’t an issue for me. In fact, I love when strangers look at me. It’s the main reason that when I wake at the ass crack of dawn each morning that I do a sunrise 3-mile run. I could run any time of day, but the perverts come out when it’s still dark out. I am sure for them it seems dirtier that way. For me, I love to imagine fucking a stranger in the bathroom and never asking his name. If that makes me a whore, I will wear that Scarlet letter with pride.

Still, I can’t shake that feeling. About 2 weeks ago I had my house cleaned by a service for the first time. With the holiday around the corner, I wanted to make sure that it was spotless. My mother can be a white gloved bitch at times. It was then that the light in my head came on and I knew that someone was watching me. It had to be a hidden camera somewhere in my apartment but finding it would prove to be a job all on its own. I’m a minimalist, but the place is spacious.

The camera was the last place I looked, but when I found it, something inside of me snapped. Not knowing who was watching me turned me on. Was it a woman, or a man? Either way, I planned on making sure that little camera was worth it. From the moment I found it, I made sure no clothing was allowed in my house. Again, I am a nudist at heart, so this was easy. Stripping naked in front of the silent eye, every inch of my body tingles in anticipation. What if it was someone I knew? I did have a girlfriend and her man over a few days ago. Could they? No! Of course not. She would never do something like that. Him, now that’s a different story. He acted a little too friendly when he came to dinner. Helping me with dishes, and even taking out my trash. He could be the culprit. I’m not going to lie. I sort of hope it is.

Three days into this little game and I knew that the suspense was killing me. I had to know who it was, and make sure they never forget the way I look when I cum. Putting it to the test, I invited my girlfriend over and told her that I needed to feel her. She and I have played for years, so she was more than happy to come by. Imagine being her boyfriend and seeing your girl bent over getting her ass eaten by another girl. If it was him, he would show himself right away. How could not?

I waited until my friend arrived to fill her in on part of the details. All she knew was that someone was watching, and I needed to know who. As devious as I am, she’s worse. Stripping as we walked to the bedroom, our clothing left a trail from the door to the bed. Poor guy was being put to the ultimate test and didn’t even know it.

My hands roamed over her body, making sure to cup that perfect ass. Nails digging into the fleshy part of her cheeks, I kissed her rough, using my teeth to grab her bottom lip. God damn, was that a growl coming from me? It was. For a minute I forgot about the voyeur and focused on this Goddess in front of me. Sasha is 5ft 8, 110, and has the body of a porn star. I’ve fucked her before, but never like this. I had to have her and if that was her boyfriend watching, I would make him jealous. It was the least I could do for him planting a spy cam inside my apartment.

Pushing her back on the bed, I spread her legs and did the make or break move. Slow and steady I used the tip of my tongue to draw a path from her right ankle to where her thigh meets her hip. God damn, she tasted and smelled like the last peach of summer. Ripe and ready for me to dive in. One lick was all it took, well, and the fact that I asked if I ate pussy better than her boyfriend. The moment she agreed, her phone went off. Guess who it was?

I wanted to laugh when Sasha ignored the phone and let me devour that dirty little cunt of hers. Pressing my hands to her thighs to steady her, I licked from her asshole to her clit. Now I know why the pooh bear licked the honey pot. She was as sweet as honey. Swirling my tongue into her opening, we both jumped when someone pounded on my front door. Nope, he could stand outside and wait and wonder. Poor guy should have enjoyed the movie at home because what I have planned for him is pure torture.

“Should we let him in?” I asked.

Sasha laughed, nodding, “Do it, but let’s get dressed and act like nothing happened. If he acts weird, we know. If not, well, we invite him to play. We can find out how stupid he is with the way he acts.”

As quick as possible we both dressed. Sasha sat on the couch and waited as I opened the door with a huge smile on my face. The look he gave me said everything we already knew. He was the culprit and now, we make him pay for what he did.

“Why are you banging on my door like the Goddamn cops?” I asked.

“Where is MY girlfriend,” he demanded.

I laughed and pointed to the couch. Sasha now dressed, sat with a cup of wine in her hand, faking an innocent smile to her boyfriend. Was he so dumb to think that we would let him catch us in the act? Well, he is a man, so yes.

I giggled when he stormed through the door, shocked that she wasn’t naked and aroused. He thought he would get a show, and all he got was two women laughing at him for being a little pervert.

“Why the hell are you here?” Sasha asked. She knew but wanted to have him say it.

He growled, looking at her, “You know why I’m here!”

Both of us laughed, but I spilled the beans. “Why, because you put a camera in my bedroom. You’re a fucking pervert. How dare you!” I yelled.

“Yeah, how fucking dare you spy on my friend like that,” Sasha laughed. “I should dump you for that,” she added.

“Wait, no. I didn’t do anything. She’s lying,” he cried.

“Don’t dump him. He needs to earn his place in your life again. I have the perfect solution to this. Let’s take him to that place we like to visit. You know the one. It will teach him something he will never forget,” I cackled.

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I spent Sunday going through my shopping list of gifts to buy, checking the cyber Monday price on each. The coffee shop wasn’t busy at all, so I could focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t until I overheard a woman behind me complaining about how her husband was always on the phone. She told her friend that his nose was always in the screen, and he smiled like an idiot when it was. It didn’t take a Rocket Scientist to figure out he was sexting with someone. I knew that exact look. It’s the one all my “boyfriends” have when they come play with me in chat.

I had to cover my mouth to stop the giggles from coming, but was it really that funny? Not if I was in her situation, but then again, I would never be. A devout believer that if you come to the table with something you keep it there. So many men in these cyber sessions complain to me how their wives were once begging for sex. Now they are as frigid as the first frost of the year. That’s another reason I will never marry. I want to make sure that I always have something different on the backburner to awaken all of my filthy fantasies. What one can’t do, the other can.

Scrolling through amazon to purchase gifts, I couldn’t help but wonder if this “husband” was someone that I knew. In my sick little mind I created the who scenario of me fucking him while she went on like a pathetic broken record. Wouldn’t it be funny if that was the truth? It was at that moment that my phone registered a new chat on niteflirt. HA, what if?

“Hey baby, she left for a few hours. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he typed.

My cheeks turned a bit read as I tossed myself into this woman’s drama. “Oh really. While she’s out spending your money I get to steal all that cum,” I replied.

A bunch of cyber sex related emojis followed the conversation.

“I bought a new picture of you and god damn, I need to bury my face in those tits,” he sent.

Reading what he said, the woman complaining on the other side of the booth added that her husband was spending money but she had no clue where. Someone needs to tell that husband to get a credit card that she will never see. Maybe a preload one. God, do I have to teach there men everything?

“Oh fuck, you better be careful your wife doesn’t see those,” I laughed.

There was a pause for a moment in our conversation, and then he came back stating he wish she would. I’m not a stupid woman. I know that this man is full of shit, but humoring him was fun. None of these men really want to be dumped, but being their virtual cyber girlfriend is so much fun for me. I get all the perks, and she gets all the headaches. That’s the reason a ring will never stain my finger.

“No worries, she is too stupid to understand anything other than what I tell her,” he snapped.

Men don’t have a clue just how good a woman is at investigations. We should all work for the FBI to solve cold case files on missing husbands.

I wrapped up my shopping and told the client I would be home in 10 minutes. Before leaving I stopped at the register and paid for another coffee for the woman bitching. Don’t worry, I enclosed a note.

“I’m going home to blow your husband. By the way, he tastes like money,” I wrote.

A quick trip to the car and I sunk down and watched the coffee delivered. Within 1 second that woman was on her way out the door with a look that frightened even me. Watch out boys, a woman scorned in a dangerous creature.

Happy Cyber sexting. Remember to cover those tracks.

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