Amy Finally Lives Out Her Fantasies Part 3

I always knew you were kinky, and know how much you love my big strapon. You want a dildo in your ass in the worst way, you hunger for it and love sucking it and getting fucked by it.

Your second story, in which I have a shemale friend who you suck off and get fucked by was quite an interesting read. I never knew how much you yearned for a real cock in your mouth and ass. This knowledge gives me some interesting ideas, but I'll get to those when we discuss all of this.

As for Dave, your new pal who enjoyed your stories and had e-mailed you about his own desires that are similar to yours, your communication with him was interesting to read as well. You told him a lot about me and our sex life, and that's not very nice, not without my permission.

But that's okay, I've already begun to make it better. Remeber when Dave contacted you saying he would be in town, maybe he can stay at our place? I wrote that and sent it from a Hotmail address that looked exactly like his, except for that extra character that you clearly missed. I did the same to him, sending an e-mail from a new address I created to look like yours, inviting Dave to visit. In both e-mails, I wrote "pretend it was your idea, just in case my wife somehow comes across this." Admittedley, it wasn't the best plan, but it was all I could come up with. I took a huge risk, it would've made things very confusing to say the least if either of you figured it out, but luckily for me, it doesn't seem to have come up between you two. Instead, Dave spent a weekend in our home, both of you loving the idea, both of you crediting the other for it, when in reality it was all part of my plan.

With that tightrope treaded successfully, the rest fell into place quite easily.

These "spy" shops sell hidden cameras at a much better price than I imagined, and the quality is very good. Did you notice my sudden shopping excursions while Dave was over? All of this was to give you and he the privacy you needed. What I know for certain that you did not notice was the fake text book on our shelves. The hollow text's black spine featured a small camera lens, pointed right at our living room couch. It captured quite a bit of footage.