Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[tharkibudda]

Wow!!Loving every bit of it.❤️.keep rocking Bro!!
If you don't mind, I have a request to make,please don't make it a cuck story,  ..let the husband be man enough to fight back If he finds out Infidelity of his wife Drishti!!

Please don't get me wrong,  it's just a request  After all it's yours story, so i  really don't have any right to question your imagination..anyways i would be reading this story wholeheartedly.
Eagerly waiting for next update

Best regards Bro!!❤️
Best regards

Thanks, in this case, he is going to see videos of the past which he has no control of...which wife is the question...

[ray.rowdy]

Very nice build up... keep it up. Looking forward to next.

[exbiixossip2]

hi bro..

very nice this thread 
i like you and enjoy thread
next update very hot and sex seduce double meaning chat... with Drasthi
hot pics

[exbiixossip2]

My wife Drasti

[tharkibudda]

My wife Drasti

Wow is that AI generated ??

She looks so perfect for my character,.. cute innocent face but have big boobs for her body ...and a sexiness in her 

Please generate more as the story progresses with the same model you have

[tharkibudda]

 Chapter 6 - My wife through the lens of CCTV

The software interface was indeed advanced, filled with options and menus that looked like a foreign language to my untrained eyes. I picked up one of the instruction manuals, the one with the English translations, and began to sift through the pages, trying to find the section on accessing the recorded footage.


My heart raced as I finally found the right button, labeled "Live Feed." With trembling fingers, I clicked on it, and the screen split into three quadrants, each displaying a different view of my own house. There it was—our bedroom, my sanctuary with Dhristi, exposed and vulnerable. The camera was angled perfectly, capturing every inch of our intimate space, from the rumpled sheets of our bed to the open doorway of the bathroom, where we had shared countless moments of tenderness and passion.

I also checked the other feeds, there were two cameras from the living room covering both sides. The feed was astonishingly high quality, like watching a scene from a DVD on a widescreen television.

The manual had been thorough. It described a system that was both clever and disturbing in its design. It would auto-erase the older videos by date The software was also intuitive, pausing recording if no movement was detected for two minutes, only to reactivate when any motion occurred.It also zoomed wherever there was action. I wasn't sure if he got it from the CIA or the KGB.

The cameras, I discovered, were not the usual tiny pinhole lenses. These were ingenious contraptions, cleverly disguised as fuse boxes and light bulbs. The previous owner had gone to great lengths to ensure they remained powered and undetectable, even installing them in the most inconspicuous places.

With a heavy heart, I navigated to the "Recordings" tab. The screen was a grid of thumbnails, each representing an hour of our lives, neatly packaged and timestamped. The dates stretched back almost a year, a testament to our unknowing performance for a silent audience.

For a moment, I hovered over the delete button, my finger poised to erase every second of our intimate moments. But then, I paused. The curiosity that had brought me to this room in the first place grew stronger. It was our house, our life. Was it truly an invasion of privacy if I watched? After all, it was just us, Dhristi and me.

My gaze flitted over the grid of thumbnails, and I found myself drawn to one from the day we had moved in. I clicked on it, and the video began to play. Dhristi, in a simple cotton sari, her hair tied back in a loose bun, her eyes wide with excitement as she explored the new house.

Her voice, so innocent and pure, filled the room, and I felt a pang of guilt for invading her privacy. But as I watched her, my heart swelled with love and a strange sort of nostalgia. This was our life, captured in a way that was both intimate and eerie.

I fast-forwarded through the days, watching the blur of activity as we settled into the house. The images were a silent film of our existence, a visual diary of our moments together. And as I watched, I couldn't help but feel a strange thrill, a voyeuristic delight in seeing our life from this new perspective.

So she wakes up at 5:30 am, bathes and then starts preparing breakfast and lunch for my office. I wake at 7am and then get ready. We eat breakfast together and then I leave for the office. She cleans up and then does her pooja.

Then she goes outside to water the plants and then comes back and takes rest. Then she has lunch and sleeps until evening when I arrive home. We discuss our day, She tells me about the neighbors she's met, the local gossip. I regale her with tales from the office, the petty squabbles and the occasional victory that keep my days from being entirely monotonous.

I checked the next two days and it looked almost similar. Then I got a bit horny and pulled in the bedroom footage. I adjusted the software to display all three cameras at the same time in split screen and I could zoom in and zoom out each of them.

The timestamp showed 9:35 PM, and we had just finished watching our favorite TV serial in the living room. The screen flickered, and suddenly, we were in our bedroom.

On the screen, my hand reached out to Dhristi, the fabric of her green sari whispering against my skin as I drew her into me. Our bodies melded together in a passionate embrace, my hands greedily roaming over her curves, tracing the contours of her body as if I were blind and she the map to a hidden treasure. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, she surrendered to the kiss with a soft moan that sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of us, captured in high definition, was almost too much to bear.

Her blouse gave way to my eager fingers, the hooks popping open like the petals of a blooming flower. She was naked from the waist up, her breasts heaving with every breath she took, the nipples tight with anticipation. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail—the goosebumps that pebbled her skin, the way the soft light kissed her curves, the flush that spread across her cheeks like wildfire.

On the screen, Dhristi's 34C breasts looked like heavenly mounds, a feast for the eyes that seemed to jiggle and bounce with every movement. For a woman that short and petite, those breasts looked big and juicy.

My eyes couldn't help but drift to the bed, where our silhouettes danced in the flickering ight. The camera had captured us in various stages of undress, our limbs tangled as we explored each other's bodies like eager teenagers. It was a raw, unfiltered look at our love life, and it was strangely arousing.

I watched as my hand moved down my own body to my crotch. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the screen as my fingers wrapped around my erection, stroking it to the rhythm of my movements in the video. The sight of Drishti, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream, was almost too much to handle.

On screen, my hips began to buck, my thrusts growing more urgent as Dhristi's moans grew louder. Her body arched back, her hands clawing at the bedspread, as I pushed into her with a primal need that was as clear in the recording as it had been in that moment. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the house.

And as I watched, my hand mimicking the movements from the video, I realized the strange thrill of it all. Here I was, masturbating to the sight of my own wife, our most intimate moments laid bare for my own eyes. The taboo nature of it all only served to heighten my arousal. It was like watching porn, but it was us.

The digital image of Dhristi on the screen was a siren's call, her eyes wide and wild with desire, her mouth open in a silent scream that seemed to echo through the room. I watched as my digital doppelgänger pounded into her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, the camera capturing every bead of sweat that rolled down her body.

"Aannh annh," I heard her moan, the sound so real it was as if she were in the room with me. I looked around, momentarily disoriented, before realizing that the moan had come from the computer's speakers. The hidden boom mike and sophisticated software had picked up her cries, filtering them through the cacophony of our noisy fan. Her moans were like a symphony of need, so seductive that I couldn't help but start stroking myself in time to the rhythm of our love making on the screen.

My hand moved in a hypnotic pattern, matching the digital version of me as it plunged into Dhristi's welcoming warmth.

"Ohhh,...aahhhh…aahhhhh," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on me, even as I sat in the chair, the real Drishti miles away, her digital twin captured in the throes of passion.

The digital Dhristi's voice grew louder, her moans becoming more insistent. My hand moved faster, the friction of skin on skin matching the rhythm of the scene before me. I could feel the pressure building, my heart racing as the digital me was closer and closer to climax.

And then it Climaxed 

A warm, sticky release coated my hand as I watched my digital counterpart reach the pinnacle of their union. I had never felt more connected to Drishti, and yet so far apart. The video played on, our digital selves caught in the throes of passion, oblivious to the silent observer in the room.

The smell of semen hung heavy in the air, a phantom echo of the act I had just witnessed—no, participated in. I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the mess from the monitor, a strange sense of guilt washing over me. It wasn’t just the act of masturbation that bothered me—it was the realization that I had taken a part of our relationship and turned it into something... tainted.

The digital clock on the desk read 11:05 AM. The day was already in full swing outside, and I hadn’t even had breakfast. With the house to myself and a hunger gnawing at my stomach, I decided to take a break from the disturbing revelation and head out for brunch.

As I sat down at the restaurant, the weight of the previous night's discovery settled on my shoulders. The digital echoes of our most intimate moments played in my mind . I couldn't shake the feeling of being both the star and the peeping Tom.

The aroma of food wafted through the air, but my appetite was for something entirely different. I couldn't help but think of the videos stored in the computer back home. The temptation to save some of them, to keep a secret archive of our love, was a siren's call that grew stronger with each passing moment.

I picked at my plate showing no interest. The videos played on a loop in my mind—Dhristi's moans, her arched back, the way she looked at me with love and desire. The digital me, captured in high definition, was a haunting specter of our most private moments. I knew I needed to delete them, erase the evidence of our unwitting exhibitionism. But the idea of losing those memories forever was a knot in my stomach.

What if someone had hacked the system? What if our most intimate moments were already scattered across the dark corners of the internet, waiting to be discovered by prying eyes?
The thought of our privacy being so blatantly violated, our love a spectacle for the world to see in those private "MMS Videos". The digital footage was a Pandora's box, one that I had no right to open, yet I found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

After eating , I couldn't resist the urge to return to the computer. I sat in the dimly lit room, the screen's glow casting eerie shadows on my face. My hand hovered over the mouse, the cursor blinking like a silent accusation. I clicked on the "Recordings" tab, the grid of thumbnails staring back at me like a wall of judgment.

The next video was from a week later, timestamped at 9:43 PM. Dhristi and I were in our bedroom, and she had switched off the light leaving us totally in the dark. I knew she still had issues being undressed in light , her conservative upbringing had instilled in her a deep sense of modesty that was hard to shake off.

The camera had indeed switched to a dark mode, the infrared lenses picking up every move in a grainy, monochrome dance of shadows.As the video played, I saw myself moving closer to Dhristi, my hand reaching out to trace the outline of her body in the darkness. She gasped, her breaths quickening as my touch grew bolder. 

The sight was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the brightly lit scenes from our earlier encounters. The absence of light had transformed Drishti, her inhibitions shed like a second skin. Her moans grew more pronounced, her movements more sensual as she reveled in the anonymity the darkness provided.

On the screen, she rolled over, her eyes gleaming like twin embers in the night. Her hand reached for me, beckoning me closer. I watched, my own hand moving with a mind of its own, tracing the same path my digital self was taking. The room was a silent witness to our union, the only sound the muffled sighs and gasps that filled the air.

Dhristi's digital form was a canvas of shadows and light. Her breasts, those perfect orbs of desire, bobbed with every shift of her body. The camera had captured every detail, every tremor of pleasure that rippled through her.

As the video played, I found myself drawn into the scene, my hand moving in a silent rhythm. I watched as my digital counterpart leaned in, capturing her mouth with a kiss. Her hand reached up, tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine. The room was alive with the sound of our breaths, the rustling of fabric, and the soft slap of skin meeting skin.

And then it hit me—another climax, this one more intense than the last. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, my hand still moving in time with the digital me. The sight of Dhristi’s naked body, the sound of her cries of pleasure, the raw intimacy of the moment—it was all too much.

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of our masturbation. I stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair with a clatter that shattered the quiet. I needed to get out, to clear my head. I couldn’t bear the thought of those moments being lost to the abyss of our love reduced to a series of pixels and code.

My mind raced as I hurried to the local electronics store, . I needed to find a storage device for our digital memories, to store before I delete them all.  The irony wasn't lost on me—I was now the one eager to record, to keep these moments for myself.

I took the USB and hurried home, my heart racing. I locked the door behind me and rushed to the computer, eager to transfer the files before I lost my nerve.

As I plugged in the USB, the screen flickered to life, and the grid of thumbnails stared back at me . Each one a window to a moment of our lives that now felt tainted, exposed.

While analysing the videos,I noticed a pattern. The videos of weekdays, with their smaller file sizes, were a stark reminder of the time I was in office while Dhristi was home alone due to which she slept a lot. The weekends, however, were different.They were bulkier, filled with more moments. The pattern was clear except on days we spent the afternoons outside.

But there it was, the anomaly, glaring at me —a file labeled "0413XX.AVI." The digits danced before my eyes, taunting me with their silent secrets. Thursday, April 13th. It was even bigger than all the previous files. Why would a weekday hold more footage than our weekends?

The cursor hovered over the thumbnails, each one a frozen moment in time, a potential gateway to a truth I wasn't sure I wanted to uncover. Yet, something about that date, April 13th, itched at the back of my mind like an unscratchable mosquito bite. It wasn't our birthday or marriage anniversary or  any significant event, yet it called out to me, whispering in a language I could almost understand.

With a deep breath and trembling hand, I clicked on the file "0413XX.AVI." The screen flickered to life, and the scene unfolded before me—our bedroom in the early morning, which got motion activated when she woke up, the same as in the other videos, but something was off.

I could literally feel it.

[tharkibudda]

Thank you all for your patience when i was busy and the flurry of comments as I wrote the next chapter.

In this society where we are not getting any money for writing erotica, such encouragement is the only currency which keeps us motivated.

In order to make up for my absence, I have given two BIG updates this week. I will keep continuing.

As I said before, this idea was given to me by someone else in literotica and its still very open ended story and I can add or change narratives if I choose fit. So you can provide your suggestions if needed.

As I said,its a big of cuckold but not completely because for both the husbands, they are only watching the archived footages which they have no control.

I would thank @exbiixossip2 for the nice pic he had generated. it is a good representation of Dhristi. Very cute and innocent looking face of a sanskari but a nice sexy body despite being short and petite

[Wiki007]

Awesome plz give updates as much as fast

[Projectmp]

Amazing update.. really excited for next updates.
Wiki007- amazing pics uploaded by you sir. Hope to see more

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Wonderful update

[Rocky@handsome]

Superb update!! Keep going Bro!!❤️
Curiosity at it's peak, can't wait for next update!!
I'm totally impressed with your writing skill and have complete confidence on your imaginations!!❤️

Best regards ❤️

With Love-- Rocky

[ronylol]

super going

[Karmayogee]

Who is the lucky bastard enjoying the wife of manav?

[hotandluking]

Great update and nice premise for the story.
Eagerly awaiting the next update.

[Givemeextra]

 Chapter 6 - My wife through the lens of CCTV

With a deep breath and trembling hand, I clicked on the file "0413XX.AVI." The screen flickered to life, and the scene unfolded before me—our bedroom in the early morning, which got motion activated when she woke up, the same as in the other videos, but something was off.

I could literally feel it.

wow, wow, wow.....Waiting to read if Hubby's fear do come true.


clp); clp); clp);    yr):

[Navipal007]

Couldn't wait enough for the next one

[tweeny_fory]

what a surprise hook you have kept for all readers...
loved it bro.. we understand your pain of writing and in mid of your work.. thanks for keeping all lunds excited

eagerly waiting to see what happened on April 13.......

[Astroboy11]

Hey, that's really good writing. Can you give a timeline of events? When did they move from Mumbai? how many months were spent at the new place? when did the out of town work trips begin?
Was there just the one video or are there more?

[tharkibudda]

Hey, that's really good writing. Can you give a timeline of events? When did they move from Mumbai? how many months were spent at the new place? when did the out of town work trips begin?
Was there just the one video or are there more?

Thanks 

To be honest, I'm not writing a nolan level story . .. you will find plot holes bigger to drive a truck...

My idea is to start with one or maybe two characters and then add more if it plot demands and readers have interest still...

Based on that , I'll either pull along the story or end it with a climax I've already decided..

But im open for suggestions if needed ..

Next update is going to be tough as it is start of the action after i set the premise until now

[Navipal007]

Thanks 

To be honest, I'm not writing a nolan level story . .. you will find plot holes bigger to drive a truck...

My idea is to start with one or maybe two characters and then add more if it plot demands and readers have interest still...

Based on that , I'll either pull along the story or end it with a climax I've already decided..

But im open for suggestions if needed ..

Next update is going to be tough as it is start of the action after i set the premise until 

This story has the potential to be one of the best in xossipy and you have just started. Its going great. Ending it too soon would be wrong.