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I knew that I could trap her in a lie by comparing the time on the headboard clock to her actions as I gave them to her. On the other hand, if she did as told, I would have a great video to watch time and time again. I reached into my shorts and began squeezing my cock as I carefully instructed my obedient play toy.

“Julie. I am lying in bed thinking about you. Right now I don’t have my shirt on. I want you to slowly, without waking your husband, take your shirt off and toss it to the floor. Remember, I can see you.”

I listened to the slow methodical creaking of the bedsprings, most likely due to Julie’s shifting weight as she removed her oversized tee. The heavy breathing filled my ear once again, just prior to hearing her groan her completion.

Julie lay there in bed listening to my commands, slowly tracing her free hand along the curves of her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard, rubbery buds. It didn’t take Julie long to get aroused and eagerly play along with me. The mere idea of doing something so nasty, right next to her sleeping husband, created the right amount of nervous tension. The probability of being caught only heightened her sexual drive. “He was right,” she told herself, “I do crave this; I do want this; I am wet thinking about it!” She found herself wiggling out of her pajama bottoms, silently kicking them to the floor. She could feel the wetness seeping from within her as the phone conversation grew more lurid.

“Julie. I’m taking my shorts off. My hard, stiff cock is aching for a nice wet snatch to press into. Take your panties off. Show me how wet you are.” I waited till I was sure she had shimmied out of her panties. “That’s it. Spread those lips wide so I can rub my thick prick along your slit.” I heard a slight moan escape from Julie as I continued on. “I bet you are wet. Stick a finger in your hole and then suck it clean. Suck it like you suck my cock.” I actually heard suckling sounds as Julie played it to the hilt.

Julie briefly wondered where the camera was hidden, but at this point, no longer cared. All that really mattered to Julie now was relieving the building tension growing within her body. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. The thrill and the excitement kept feeding her libido. She was addicted to the danger. She now had one leg draped over the side of the bed and the other propped up on the bed. In no time, she was eagerly thrusting three fingers in and out of her clenching pussy, coming closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. The phone was pinned between her shoulder and her head, as she listened to the dirty talk filling her head.

Her heavy, labored, and quickened breathing filled my ears as I pushed her to the limit. My own cock was only moments away from spitting its seed into the air. My moans mixed with her groans as we both climaxed together. I could hear the bed moaning as the old springs flexed beneath Julie’s writhing body.

Julie quickly calmed down, realizing the episode was over, yet she had to maintain her silence. The orgasm was intense, but extremely short-lived, leaving Julie satisfied, but quietly wanting more.

I knew Julie better than she knew herself. There was one more task I had in store for her.

“Julie? Are you still there?” Through her ragged breathing, I heard her say yes. “Now it’s time to take care of your husband. Leave the phone by the bed. Now I want you to wake your husband. Tell him you’re extremely horny. Suck his cock. Fuck his brains out. But always keep in the back of your mind, I am listening… and watching!”