I pulled the camera back to a wider angle and watched as Samantha went over, head hanging down dejectedly and put on her bra and returned to bed. I felt very sorry for her. Cheryl did not have to have what it took to take care of her wife's needs. She just needed to be sensitive to her and concerned for her satisfaction. It was becoming painfully obvious that she was not able to handle her woman who had discovered her powerful sensual drives. I was understandable that she was reaching out for her needs elsewhere. All the woman would have had to do was take control of her bedroom and fuck her young wife properly and she would never have consented to be with me again.

Samantha lay down on the bed next to Cheryl and began to kiss her. Her hand traveled over her chest and teased her nipples. She had been gone for five days and should have been insane with lust for her pretty young thing. She kissed her and after a bit I saw that her hand was gently rubbing her pussy. Maybe she was not without some bedroom skills after all. Unfortunately, she spent just a few moments rubbing Samantha's cunt before she rose up, climbed between her thighs and pushed herself onto her. It was a good thing that her body was so lifeless because she certainly had not sufficiently prepared her for fucking by what she had done. I suspected that she was probably more aroused by the knowledge that I was watching than from her limited ministrations. I watched as Cheryl began to go down on her luscious young wife expecting her to fuck her for an extended period of time. No more than two minutes passed before I saw her back contort and her movements become erratic. I heard her gasp a couple of times and then she moved off of her. She kissed her on the lips and then pulled the covers up and over herself.

It was worse than anything that I had expected to see. What a complete and utter waste of a beautiful responsive woman. I felt so very sorry for Samantha and was extremely tempted to walk next door and beat the crap out of her piece of shit partner.

Samantha remained laying on her back and looked at where she knew the camera to be. She spread her thighs wide apart and then took her hands and began to rub her pussy sticking her fingers into her wet cunt and then bringing them to her lips and licking her juices off. She knew that I was watching and she was teasing me unmercifully.

I opened my email and sent her a note:

I am very sorry Samantha for what I have just watched you endure. I feel responsible for putting you in that situation. While I am your mistress you will not ever give yourself to her in that way again. each night you will continue to turn on the light when you are preparing to go to bed. you will allow her to fuck you as she sees fit and I will be watching. you are a woman meant for woman to fuck and she is, after all, your partner. But she is undeserving of your passions and your special talents. From this moment on your body will be for me and others that I choose to share them with.

I turned off the computer and went to bed. The next morning there was an email from Samantha waiting for me.