Junho's Gaze Through the Home Cam, My Wife's Climax
"This time, I want to take it a little further."
Mijeong's expression darkened.
I got up from the bed and turned on the computer in the corner of the room. When I pressed the power button on the tower, the monitor woke with a soft glow. Afternoon sunlight pouring through the window washed over the screen, and the monitor's light bloomed in a pale bluish-white. Sunlight slipping through a gap in the curtains painted the bedsheets gold, and dust motes drifted slowly through the shafts of light. Then I found the video file of what had just happened and hit play.
"Here. Watch."
Mijeong rose from the bed. The blanket that had been draped over one side of her body slipped soundlessly onto the mattress. Wearing nothing but a T-back, she came up behind me as I sat in the chair — I could feel her presence. The warm sunlight gently wrapped her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I pulled her by the waist and settled her onto my lap. Her plump flesh sank onto my thighs, transmitting a soft weight and warmth.
On the camera that faced from the master bedroom toward the living room, the monitor showed her own image — lying on the bed with her breasts and hips exposed. The moment Junho appeared in the bedroom doorway, the camera caught his gaze sliding smoothly toward the master bedroom. Herself on the bed, breasts and hips bare — and Junho's eyes going wide. Then the camera caught him turning his head toward me. He turned back again and looked at my wife's naked body.
Mijeong's body, leaning against me, went rigid, and her breath caught for a moment. The tension in her shoulders, perched on my lap, was plain to see. Junho's eyes raked quickly over Mijeong's body. On the screen, his pupils darted rapidly.
I rested my right hand on her belly. The soft flesh that had filled out after childbirth spread gently beneath my palm. On the screen, every time Junho came out of the bathroom looking for tools, he stole a sidelong glance. Each time, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly.
I slid my hand slowly downward until the string of her T-back caught on my fingertips. That scrap of fabric offered no resistance as my hand slipped past. Coarse hair brushed my palm, and when my middle finger found her clitoris, I felt a slick wetness. Mijeong's back arched slightly as she leaned into my chest. Her breathing roughened, and hot air brushed the tip of my nose.
"Mmm..."
I pushed my middle finger deeper. Her hot inner walls clenched around my finger, sucking it in with a tight pressure. The muscles of her inner thighs gradually tightened and hardened, and all ten of her toes curled. The monitor's light fell across Mijeong's breasts. Bathed in that glow, her nipples stiffened and stood out in sharp relief. I cupped her breast with my left hand. Soft weight and warmth filled my palm completely. When I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb, her waist gave a faint twitch.
On the screen, every time Junho stepped out of the bathroom in search of tools, his gaze locked onto the master bedroom. The camera captured him emerging from the bathroom, having been secretly admiring Mijeong's body while he worked.
"Sir, the repair is finished."
"Ah... right."
Junho looked flustered, stole a glance at my wife, then seemed relieved. Then I appeared on the screen. My wife lying on the bed, me standing in the doorway with my back to her, and Junho facing me — all caught in a single frame. The screen showed me exchanging introductions with Junho.
"Why didn't you do as I told you right away?"
As if punishing her, I slowly withdrew my finger and pushed it back in, setting a rhythm. Mijeong's hips shifted slightly forward on my thighs.
"Because it was... embarrassing..."
Her voice cracked slightly. Even as she said she was embarrassed, she couldn't tear her eyes from the screen. On the screen, when I said, "That wife of mine never listens. She stayed up till all hours and now she can't even get up," Mijeong stirred. As if too hot in her sleep, she kicked the blanket off with her feet and rolled over. Lying on her side with the blanket caught between her thighs, she rolled again onto her back. The screen showed her breasts and her lower body barely covered by the T-back. Junho's eyes went wide.
I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered low.
"How does it feel, getting looked at by the AS repair technician?"
"......It's embarrassing."
Without stopping the motion of my fingers, I pushed slowly deeper. Her pussy was already soaked with arousal; every movement of my finger produced a thick, wet squelching sound. Sticky juices ran down each time my finger withdrew, wetting my thighs. Her breath grew short, and her breasts rose and fell.
From here on was the part that excited me most, too — the scene I hadn't been able to watch, when I'd told my wife to pretend to scratch her chest. On the screen, Mijeong raised her hand and began scratching her neck. Then she brought her hand down to her chest and scratched her nipple. On the screen, Junho's eyes flicked rapidly back and forth between me and my wife. Just as the Mijeong on screen scratched her nipple, I pinched hers between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a light twist.
"Ah... nngh..."
This stimulation, too, was building toward its end. When I asked for a catalog, Junho squatted down and rummaged through his bag. In that moment, the hand that had been scratching her chest on screen slipped inside her T-back. A faint rubbing sound could be heard. Given how a T-back is cut, putting her hand in like that would have left her pussy completely exposed. The moment Junho handed me the catalog, he looked at Mijeong. It was the instant I'd taken my eyes off him to look at the catalog. Junho saw her pussy, and his Adam's apple bobbed hard. That was why his reaction had been delayed when I asked about the water purifier discount.
"You said you were embarrassed, but you were enjoying it yourself."
I pulled my finger from her pussy and gently rubbed the entrance with my index finger. When I relentlessly stimulated her clitoris, Mijeong lightly gripped my arm.
"You put on a good show when I tell you to, then try to back out of it."
"B... but..."
With one hand I tormented her fully erect nipple; with the other I stirred inside her pussy.
"Aah... aah... aah..."
I spoke into the ear of the moaning Mijeong.
"I'm going to call the AS repair technician again."
For an instant, Mijeong's moans stopped. But her breath still poured roughly from her nostrils. I repeatedly pushed my index finger into her pussy and pulled it out. The inner walls clenched harder around my finger, the sucking pressure growing stronger and stronger.
"Next time I call him, wear something really revealing."
Every time my finger entered her, Mijeong pushed her hips toward my hand. As my fingers moved faster, her hand gripping my arm gave a slight spasm.
"......Oppa."
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper. The monitor was frozen on the frame of Junho's gaze locked on the master bedroom. I pressed my lips right against Mijeong's ear. Hot breath brushed her earlobe and made it tremble faintly.
"Imagine the AS repair technician is watching you right now."
At my words, I felt Mijeong's body stiffen slightly. Still sitting on my lap with her legs spread, she held my momentarily still finger clenched inside her pussy. I tightened the hand covering her breast. The soft give of her flesh distorting under my grip filled my palm.
"Aaaahngh"
Head bowed, Mijeong let out another deep moan. I slowly withdrew my middle finger, then pushed it deep again. Wet, squelching sounds began to fill the air.
"Hhhk... hhhk..."
Mijeong's moans spilled from her lips in time with the movement of my fingers. Lifting her head, she locked eyes with the Junho on the monitor.
"Haaahk"
As I thrust my finger deep into her pussy and pulled it out, a wet, rhythmic slap began to sound. The vigorous motion made her body shake, her breasts bouncing up and down. I gently rolled the stiffened nipple of the breast in my hand between thumb and forefinger. Mijeong's body jerked. The strength slowly left the hand gripping my arm. Her eyes, fixed on the Junho on the monitor, slowly closed. She raised her hand and covered mine as it kneaded her breast. As if trying to hold back her moans, she pressed her lips tight. But even the sounds leaking through her nose, she couldn't suppress.
I moved my middle finger harder, repeatedly rubbing the ridged spot inside her pussy.
"The AS repair technician is swallowing hard while staring at your breasts..."
When I whispered that against her ear, her lips parted and a thin breath escaped. Once more, hot fluid soaked the back of my hand and ran down. Her thighs trembled and spasmed as she clamped her legs tight. Watching Mijeong try to hold back her orgasm, I didn't slow my fingers — I pushed them deeper still. Her back arched like a drawn bow. A long moan slipped between her lips.
"Aaaaaahngh..."
I put my mouth to her ear and whispered low.
"You came while the AS repair technician was watching?"
Mijeong's breasts heaved heavily up and down, and sweat ran down the line of her spine. I slowly withdrew my fingers and cupped the entrance of her pussy with my palm. The aftershocks of her climax transmitted through my entire hand.