He grabbed it, snapping a few pictures of Desiree as she turned her head towards the sound. “Is that my camera?”
Michael grabbed an old shirt from the pile of clothes, narrowly revealing the video camera that he didn’t know was there, and started to dab up the cum leaking from the woman. Desiree jumped as she felt the fabric touch her.
Michael carelessly threw the shirt back on the pile and walked out.
—–
Alex swallowed nervously as he pulled into his driveway. Michael was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he hadn’t taken the bait after all.
He walked upstairs, and after hiding the video camera, untied his wife. She took the blindfold off, and glared at him.
“Where the hell were you? It’s been over an hour, at least.”
“Sorry, baby,” Alex murmured. He took a shot in the dark. “How was it?”
Desiree smiled slightly. “It was good.” Alex felt his heart jump as she said, “I’m not sure I enjoyed how rough you got at the end, but that definitely belongs in our top ten.”
Alex smiled, trying to control his eyes from darting to where he had hidden the camera. He kissed the top of her head as he put her arm around her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Desiree sunk further into his chest. “I thought you had to go to the office?”
Alex struggled to keep his breathing even. “I did. I’m sorry I took so long to get back.”
Desiree’s eyes shot open as she looked up at him. “O-oh, really?”
“Yeah, I really didn’t think I was gonna be gone this long.”
Desiree was silent as she considered the implications. Her mind whirled with emotions. Alex would never forgive her if she told him. He was extremely possessive of her.
Alex couldn’t wait to watch that tape later tonight.
It didn’t occur to Desiree until the next day that her camera was missing.