Webcams

I grab the box from the top of the dresser, and examine it. Plain white box, not too heavy. It?s sealed with packing tape. I shake it, but whatever?s inside is packed tight- nothing moves around.

?Where?s your pocket knife??

He nods toward his end table, next to the bed. I carefully cut open the box, and open it up. What the heck is this? Looks like a tiny camera. And here?s another. And one more. Three in all, plus a CD and some sort of computer card. I look at my husband. ?:I don?t get it- what?s this for??

He stands up, still naked from the waist down, flaccid cock shiny with my saliva, the last remnants of his cum dripping from the tip. He takes the box from my hands.

?Since you seemed to enjoy your little exhibitionistic display last night,? he says to me, ?I thought you might enjoy it on a more permanent basis.? He grins. ?What we have here are three wireless webcams. When we load the software onto the computer, these cameras will broadcast their pictures onto the internet.?

?You mean so we can put on a little show every now and then?? I am a little nervous- what if someone I know sees it- but the idea is certainly intriguing.

?Something like that. Actually, it?s not for a show every now and then. These babies are going to be on 24 hours a day. They will record everything you do.?

Now I?m definitely nervous. I?m afraid to ask the next question. ?Um, honey... where are you going to put those cameras??

He has on a big shit-eating grin. ?Well, one is going to go right over here, where it can get a good view of the entire bedroom. The second one goes in the bathroom, and the third goes over the shower.?

I can barely manage a whisper. ?In the bathroom? But... what about... you know, when I have to... what do I do when I have to use the bathroom?? There is a huge pit in my stomach- I can anticipate the answer, and I?m not happy about it.

?I already told you,? he says. ?The camera is always on. Everything is on camera. And I mean everything. Waking, sleeping, showering, peeing- it?s all part of the show for your fans!?

I can feel a tear welling up in the corner of my eye. This is too much to absorb all at once. ?I don?t think I can go with the camera on me.?

?Sure you can- and you will!?

?Can I go pee just once now before you set it up??

?Oh, I won?t be setting these cameras up until later, after we get back. But you raise a good point. Maybe you could use some practice. Why don?t I just grab the digital camera, and you can practice peeing for an audience.?

?No- no, that?s not what I meant!? I protest. But he?s not listening. He grabs the camera and then takes me by the arm, leading me into the bathroom. He positions me in front of the toilet and stands on the opposite end of the bathroom.

?Ok now,? he directs, I want you to straddle the toilet.? I do as he says. ?Now spread your knees out. Good. Now pull aside your panties and the butterfly.? I hesitate, unsure if I can go through with this. Finally, I close my eyes and pull aside the crotch of my panties. My husband is snapping away. ?Excellent. Now, when you?re ready, go ahead and pee.?

?Like this? Standing up?? I argue, looking at him in confusion. ?I can?t do it like this??

?Just like that. I want some good pictures. Now go ahead and pee.?

I close my eyes again and focus on my bladder. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I feel the piss start to come. The sound of the piss hitting the water from this height is grotesque to my ears. The sound of the camera snapping pictures is even worse. ?Open your eyes,? he orders. I open my eyes and look at him. He takes some pictures of me looking into the camera, a stream of piss exiting my pussy. Then a few more closeups, before the stream starts to run dry. He keeps shooting while I wipe my wet vagina with toilet paper, and pull the butterfly and panties back into place.

I step away from the toilet, flush and shut the lid. I sit down on top of the toilet, trying to digest what I just did. I feel my husband?s hand under my chin, lifting my head. He looks into my eyes- he is burning with desire. ?That was,? he says, ?just about the hottest thing I?ve ever seen.? I can see by his rock hard erection that he?s telling the truth. He leans down and plants a long, slow, passionate, open mouth kiss on my lips.

Finally he breaks the kiss. Funny how that made me feel a little better.

?Ok,? he says. ?Let me go get dressed. Time to go out.?