I packed a weekend bag, grabbed my laptop, before going round each camera to set it to activated. Marie was in the kitchen and looked as horny as hell and I had made sure not make some excuses so as not to have sex with her for a couple of days. She was on heat and hornier than ever. I wanted to bend her over right there and then and fuck her, but fortunately, managed to summon up enough self-control to avoid the urge. I said my goodbyes, we kissed and I tore myself away to head out.
I had made a reservation at a decent motel a few miles from where we lived, far enough away to avoid our paths coming across each other accidentally, but close enough to get home should something go wrong. After checking in, I drove over to the room and set up my laptop, connecting to the wifi. I had paid extra for a faster connection that the motel provided as a useful option.
I checked on the connections to the cameras and set the display up so there was a window to each one. Most of them were dark except for the couple of cameras in the kitchen. Marie was busy preparing something, presumably she planned to have a dinner ready for Mick when he arrived. After placing a dish in the oven, she moved through the living room, the cameras in the living room turning on automatically. Marie continued out into the hallway and the next thing I saw was her entering our bedroom, before going into the bathroom. I watched as she removed and discarded her clothes, turned on the shower and stepped in. The view started to get steamy, obscuring the view slightly but I could make out enough to know she was washing her hair. It was quite erotic to watch her actually taking a shower, something I hadn’t done before and felt myself stiffen. After shampooing and conditioning her hair, she took the spray nozzle and washed her pubic area, at one point taking a shaver and trimming her hairs.
After a few more minutes, she seemed satisfied and turned the water off. Grabbing a large fluffy bath-towel, Marie set about drying herself. It was odd to hear her humming happily to herself. She stood for a moment turning this way and that, admiring her figure in the mirror before returning to the bedroom. I was impressed with the clarity of the cameras, so in my book, they were worth every dollar I had spent on them. I watched as Marie sat at her dressing table, naked, and took out the hair drier, her hair started blowing out and cascading around in the warm flow of air, her fingers of her other hand, separating strands that were still clumped together.
After finishing with her hair, she put applied a little makeup. Marie was never big on makeup, not that she really needed it; she still had a fairly healthy and youthful complexion. She finished, spraying some light perfume on herself. I loved watching Marie moving around naked and decided that spending most of her time at home naked was another behavior I would have to program into her. Marie moved over to the closet and looked through her clothes, before picking out a shirt. I recognized the shirt immediately. “Good choice” I thought to myself. It was a white silky shirt, which she kept for special occasions. It looked great on her but was quite a thin fabric and from the right angle, you could clearly see through it to the silhouette of her breasts. Her nipples were clearly discernible as points tenting the fabric. Next, she chose a short, white pleated tennis skirt, another good choice. The skirt was long enough to cover her private parts, but short enough to ride up and reveal her ass if she bent over. Normally she would have donned a pair of panties, but on this occasion, she simply grabbed a pair of wedge sandals that complemented the outfit.
I heard the distant sound of the doorbell Ringing, which immediately caught her attention and she scurried off out the bedroom door.
The screens were all dark as she presumably answered the door. Stupidly I had not thought to position a camera in the hallway and stairs, so I made a mental note to add some additional cameras when I got the chance. A few minutes later though, Mick and Marie entered the living room. I switched to full-screen view and turned the sound up.
“Dinner’s almost ready, Mick” my wife said,
“Great, I’m starving” replied Mick
Marie smiled, “why don’t you take your bag up to the guest room, freshen up, and I’ll pour us both a drink. It’s up the stairs, first door on the left”.
“Great idea”. With that Mick headed back out the door as Marie went into the kitchen. I switched back to multi-screen mode and soon saw Mick entering the gust room, while Marie put the finishing touches to the meal. Mick dropped his bag on the bed and headed into the on suite bathroom. The bathroom camera turned on and turning his back to the camera stood at the toilet, lifting the seat, and took a pee. He flushed, tucked himself back into his pants, and moved over to the wash basin. He washed his hands and splashed some water on his face, before drying and heading back out, presumably heading for the living room again.
Mick was well-built guy, he’d packed on a few pounds since I last saw him, but it looked like muscle instead of flab.
As he walked back into the living room, Marie grabbed a glass and poured him a generous glass of my whisky; a very nice 16-year-old Single Malt from Scotland.
“Ice and no water” she said, handing him the glass
“Just the way I like it Sis” he replied, taking the glass.
“I remembered”, Marie smiled happily, “that’s how you liked it at our wedding”
Mick was impressed that she could remember these things. Strange how women remember details so vividly, I could remember most things, but never in the detail that Marie could.
“Take a seat and relax, put the tv on if you wish and make yourself at home… I’ll just finish up in the kitchen, then we can eat. Oh and I’ve got a bottle of wine in the fridge to have with dinner”.
Mick took his place on the sofa and flicked through the tv channels, occasionally taking a good sip of his whisky. About 10 minutes later, Marie called Mick into the kitchen and gestured him to sit opposite her at the table, which was neatly set out with two place-settings.
Marie scouped food from various dishes onto plates and served him from the side, like he was in a restaurant, before taking her own place.
“Oh almost forgot” she uttered, getting up again and grabbing the wine from the fridge. Removing the cork that was loosely sealing the wine, having opened it earlier and again went over to him pouring a generous glass full for both of them.
“Steady on sis” Mick cautioned, “you’ll have us both drunk”
“Well, we’re not planning on driving anywhere, are we?” she responded with a slight girlish giggle and again took her place opposite him.
“good point” retorted Mick.
“cheers” he said, offering up his glass.
The meal continued, somewhat mundanely, as they both chatted away about the generalities of life, work, and other everyday non-contentious topics. Steadily, they worked their way through the bottle of wine together.
Marie of course was curious to know whether Mick had been dating, to which Mick revealed that he had been dating but that they broke up about a year earlier and he hadn’t been actively looking for a date since. Apparently, he was enjoying his freedom.