Motion Detected

Adriana stood at the edge of the driveway holding her coffee mug in both hands while Ryan loaded his suitcase into the Bronco. The early morning air carried the scent of autumn and a slight chill, and she pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt down over her fingers.

"Well, I'm off." Ryan grabbed the driver's side handle and hoisted himself into the seat. "I'll text when I land." He paused and stepped back down to kiss her.

"I thought you were forgetting something," she said, giving him a smirk.

As he turned back, they shared a fleeting sense that life had conspired to keep them from making love. The week had been full of small things that somehow consumed entire evenings--late days at work, errands on the way home, unfinished projects around the house, and staying out late with friends. In bed the night before, they discussed paint colors for his office and when a new piece of furniture was scheduled to be delivered. Ryan cuddled close to her as was his habit, effectively making the purpose of a king-size bed obsolete. He eventually fell asleep, and she wound down the evening with a few games on her phone, feeling a bit restless.

Throughout the week, she had noticed his affection: a brush of his hand, a hot-towel foot massage after work, random kisses, his close contact at night. Each was appreciated but together they left her with a quiet warmth that was building within.

As she stood at the kitchen sink admiring the autumn colors in their backyard, she thought about something Ryan had said earlier in the week, their next planned getaway. It was a time for more focused intimate conversation and sexual privacy; it had been two months since their last. He also alluded to something new he was writing. His stories were erotic, including his recent fantasy involving Ryan's version of an alpha Italian from Adriana's past.

As Ryan read it aloud, he massaged Adriana and she quickly became very aroused. As the story grew more hot and explicit between Adriana and this foreign lover, she rubbed deeply between her legs, cumming loudly during the literal "climax" of the story. It was a wild night.

"He's so bad sometimes," she murmured, smiling to herself as she reached to put the last of their many mugs away.

The first evening alone passed easily enough: a full day of work and takeout for dinner. She did her devotions and talked to a friend while comfortably resting in bed watching some news and a few episodes on a paid subscription service, a favorite way to unwind. Ryan had finally relented and did what he swore he never would do: buy a TV for the bedroom.

Adriana liked all kinds of genres, especially foreign made historical dramas and romance. She seemed to be particularly drawn to women who were composed and conventional but had another part of themselves waiting underneath--feelings, ambitions, or an identity others did not fully see. Often an attentive man drew closer as the heroine began to acknowledge feelings of her own, revealing the tension between the woman everyone thought they knew and the one emerging when no one else was watching.

She picked up the remote and flipped aimlessly through her subscription channels for a new show as she played a video game on her phone, her attention not fully focused on either. One promising title popped up: "Still Discovering," a foreign made series featuring a French cast. She clicked on the preview and read the description:

After a painful breakup, a woman who no longer believes in love finds herself in a friendship with a charming, kind man who is likewise fearful of commitment. They eventually become involved in a relationship that pulls her in directions she did not anticipate.

"This might be good," she thought. The female actress recently appeared in a period piece, and the handsome, older male lead had starred in several dramas. Just then, a friend texted. Adriana spent a few minutes chatting and hit "play" on the remote, not noticing the "Mature" rating.

Adriana watched the first episode. It was engaging and funny at times. Two more followed that night and another two over coffee the next morning as the chemistry started to grow. After that, she was busy with errands, a visit from a friend, and then off to work until she closed the boutique store.

By 9:30 pm that night, her house had developed that peculiar silence homes sometimes acquired when only one person occupied them. The thought of sleeping alone was not enjoyable. Adriana changed into one of Ryan's old military fleeces and settled in front of the fireplace and started Episode Six. Things were getting interesting; the friendship was turning into something more, although both seemed unwilling to admit it. The acting was good and the story was compelling. Adriana knew she would finish all ten hour-long episodes.

Ryan called and she chatted about her day; he was enjoying the work conference. After the call, she resumed her episode but fell asleep in front of the heat of the fireplace.

She woke on the couch later with the final twenty minutes of the show still running. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw the on-screen couple embracing and kissing deeply, the man's hand inside her blouse, as she moaned. Adriana was still half awake but finally realized what she was watching.

She picked up the remote. She usually fast-forwarded through this sort of thing.

"What are we doing?" the woman asked through muffled kisses. He moved from her mouth to the skin exposed by her loosened blouse as his fingers unclasped her bra.

"I don't know..." he replied. "After yesterday, I know I can't lose you."

Adriana felt warmth rise into her face. The scene was tasteful, but undeniably physical. It reminded her of how her husband liked to touch her, even when they were dating.

"Oh, well," Adriana muttered, putting down the remote. She would just watch until they explained the change of heart and what happened earlier. The characters had seemed so insistent on not becoming romantically involved; something significant must have happened...

But it continued.

A minute later, the actress was barely clothed and increasingly vocal as the man touched her. Adriana reached for the remote again, her hand still hovering as she watched the scene unfold. Her conservative church recently had a sermon on porn, and Adriana felt a little guilty for continuing to watch the scene. The woman on the TV screen now guided the man's hand slowly across her naked breasts, teasing her nipples. It was all very... arousing.

Adriana almost jumped when her phone buzzed. She clicked the remote and the frame froze. It was a text from Ryan:

"Miss you. Miss our times alone. I've been thinking about our next rendezvous."

She sent him a kissy emoji and typed, "Me, too! What do you plan to do to me?" She added a red XOXO.

A typing bubble appeared as Ryan started to respond.

"Read to you, play with you, and claim you."

Claim you. Thirty years of marriage and the words still had impact. She laughed softly. He was not shy about what he wanted.

"I look forward to it. I hope you dream of me."

Adriana turned her attention back to the TV but then turned it off. She felt tired from the long day and went upstairs to get ready for bed; it felt good to get underneath the covers. The last thing she thought of before she drifted off to sleep was Ryan's text and when she would have a chance to catch up on what happened in her show. And maybe that erotic scene, too.

A few hundred miles away, Ryan sat in the hotel room's desk chair, laptop open to his case processing system; he just wanted to check on a few things at work. His phone screen lit with a notification he almost dismissed:

Motion detected: Bedroom

Ever safety conscious, he had recently purchased a Ring camera. A week earlier, he had performed an initial test on his phone while just relaxing in bed. He had a home monitoring system but planned to use the Ring camera as an extra layer of security. However, he had forgotten about it in the last few days' rush of work, home and getting ready for the flight.

Ryan tapped the notification on the iPhone without really thinking, and the thumbnail opened to a side view of their bed and their 55-inch TV on the wall. There was his wife turning under the covers, holding his pillow close. He smiled and closed out the app and decided to get ready for bed, his wife's text still lingering in his mind.

Adriana woke before the alarm; Ryan's pillow still tucked under her arm. For a moment, she took inventory of what she needed to do that day, but something felt different. She wasn't really in the mood for work; yesterday had been a long shift.

Once at work she was her usual self: warm, friendly, and creative, the Adriana everyone knew. But when she was alone in the break room, her mind slid back to the evening before. The part of the episode she missed and the one she kept watching. And Ryan's text. Around mid-day, he texted her.

"Thinking about you. Counting down to our rendezvous."

The afternoon seemed to crawl. Adriana reorganized shelves that another employee just couldn't seem to get right; some things simply required her touch of creativity. She later helped a grateful customer with some last-minute gifts. Back at home, she made a simple dinner, ate on the expensive couch she told everyone else to never eat on, wiped down the counters twice, and did some laundry. Devotions followed, and she talked to a close friend for an hour.

"Going to bed, tired," she texted Ryan. It was 10 pm. The lights were off, doors locked. He sent her an emoji kiss. She showered, put on something comfortable, and crawled into bed, remote in hand, once again wearing Ryan's fleece over a t-shirt.

• • •

Motion detected: Bedroom

Ryan had seen the notifications off and on that day, occasionally opening the app. Now relaxing in his hotel room, he checked it. There was his wife, getting ready for bed. A minute later, the app chirped again. He didn't turn it off. He liked seeing her settle into their room, doing her little things, unwinding. Safe.

• • •

The 55-inch screen glowed. Still Discovering, Episode Six--the episode she had partially slept through before waking to that scene.

"I just want to know what happened," she told herself in the empty room, as if saying it made it a plan rather than a permission slip. She pressed play.

The heroine had been skipping lunches and hiding her exhaustion behind late nights at work. Then she fainted, the bathroom tile rushing up to meet her. In the hospital, her first conscious act was to reach for her phone and scroll past her family to the man she insisted was only a friend. She was released a day later, and he never left her side. He drove her home. She woke at noon to find him still there, making her a meal. By evening, he was in the living room, still tidying things but he had tears in his eyes, which he tried to hide. She kissed him. "I'm ok now. You don't need to be afraid. I'm not afraid anymore."

Adriana watched as the couple kissed more deeply. She leaned forward slightly, telling herself it was simply to better read the subtitles. But she knew what was coming next.

She thought back to that time at Ryan's house decades ago when they explored a new aspect of their relationship in college. The physical kind. Her naked breasts against his face, how hungrily he kissed them, and how the rhythm of her body brought him to climax. When he was under her spell. Their Catholic upbringing said this was wrong... but they just couldn't help themselves.

The warmth that had been gathering in Adriana now rose up her neck and slowly settled down between her legs.

She lay there in bed, her mind felt hazy and pleasant, and very relaxed. Almost without deciding to, she paused the TV, crossed to the bathroom and reached up towards Ryan's uppermost cabinet shelf, the one she never used.

• • •

Motion detected: Bedroom

Ryan checked his phone again. He could barely make out his wife behind the side bathroom door, holding something.

He squinted and then zoomed in. That's when his heart started to race.

His wife was inexplicably holding the black "pleasure box," the place Ryan stored the sex toys, studded condoms, and lubricant. He had never seen her open it; he was always the one rummaging around in there.

His first thought was whether he kept anything in there he shouldn't. There was that little sex positions book, he thought. She was always so negative about pictures of other couples having sex, but what he had was pretty tame. Then he grimaced. He also kept a diary in there, things he had written her about his feelings and pent up secrets he finally told her about how he liked to jack off to porn and his dirty fantasies. She's probably going to tell me to get rid of that, he thought as he watched her rummaging through it. But he was more excited than nervous.

But then he noticed something else; displayed on their bedroom television was a partially undressed couple kissing passionately.

• • •

Adriana's decisiveness surprised her. Next to a small leather diary and a little book called "Positions for Pleasure," she saw the new sex toy he had bought for her, the one he often promised to use. He would clean it, warm it in hot water, and bring it to their bed. After a massage and foreplay, it would sit there unused. They would make love and back in the pleasure box the sex toy would go, waiting for next time.

She had tried one before, some years ago... with satisfactory results. Back then, Ryan sometimes went to work late just so they could have intimate time together, and he had certainly enjoyed watching her use it. He even made an audio recording of her moans and dirty talk, his way of memorializing the event. But ever since then, she hadn't really gravitated towards it, to Ryan's disappointment.

She took the toy out of the box. It was a muted flesh tone with subtle ridges. The shaft flexed under pressure but returned immediately to its shape, dense enough to have weight in the hand and deliberately designed to imitate the real thing. Soft but firm... and thicker than her husband.

"It's not huge," Ryan had said when giving it to her. "But it's just big enough for you to notice the difference," he added with a grin.

"We'll see about that," she said aloud. She carried the toy and lubricant back to bed and placed them beside her.

• • •

Ryan continued to watch the scene unfold. His hesitation about her privacy only lasted a moment. He slapped his laptop shut and adjusted his pillows. Then he mirrored his phone to the TV.

• • •

Adriana rarely masturbated. There was that one time a few months ago, when Ryan found out. She thought her husband was sound asleep, but it turned out he was keenly aware of every frantic movement of her hands and the moment she finally sank into the bed with relief. He later told her it was intensely emotional and arousing for him. He seemed almost... proud of her.

She could feel her mind narrowing into a single urge. She thought of her husband reading his story on their bed some months back, his hands working with hers as the story climbed, growing more explicit about her pleasure. Adriana could tell that her reaction had deeply pleased him. But she had never... watched anything and masturbated. This would be completely new territory. It wasn't porn, she reasoned. Just hot and sexy. Ryan would probably be proud if he knew what was going down, she thought.

The evening stretched before her like a secret meant for her alone. She pressed play again, ready to enjoy a rare session of private release. There was no reason to rush.

Adriana slid her palm downward, under the waistband, and the first touch made her breath catch. Her fingers slid in easily and she made slow circles at first--the way she liked it. Her other hand found her breast, thumb dragging over her nipple under her t-shirt until it tightened. She closed her eyes as the couple's voices and moans melted into the back of her mind.

... and then the TV screen froze.

"Buffering."

The screen went black, and in the corner, a small white message: "Not connected. No network found."

"What? Really?" she whispered.

"Really?!" Ryan nearly yelled in his hotel room as his own screen went dark.

Adriana decided to text her problem-solver husband.

"Hey, honey... Wi-Fi went down. Can you help?"

Ryan immediately called her back, seeming to already have thought of a solution. He guided her patiently and sometimes less so, until her television reconnected.

A moment later, the bedroom reappeared on Ryan's hotel TV, much to his relief.

"So, um... should I let you go?" he asked, watching her intently, the sex toy just inches away from his wife's hand.

"Oh, I don't know..." Adriana still felt a low throb as if reaching out for a singular release. She glanced at the screen and the sex toy at her side. "How about we just sit and... hang out over the phone. We haven't talked all day."

Ryan gritted his teeth. A conversation was not what he had in mind.

"Well, I just... it's been a long day... and I'm sure you want to watch your show," he began.

"You don't want to talk to me?"

Bad idea, bad idea, thought Ryan. Don't get her upset.

"Sure, we can talk. I just want to make sure I'm not... disturbing you."

Adriana's eyes narrowed. He was acting awfully weird.

Then she saw it out of the corner of her eye. A small blue dot. The device stood about four inches high on a nightstand. She suddenly remembered an Amazon box in the recycling bin. After sitting quietly for a moment, she got up and started to walk out of the bedroom. Just a test, she thought.

"Where are you go-- I mean, how's it going?" Ryan blurted.

And then she knew.

That little son of a... He's watching me!

He must have set that up before he left. Adriana knew Ryan had once recorded the audio of their lovemaking without her knowledge, and later admitted it, but he had never recorded video of her to her knowledge.

"I was just going to check the front door, make sure I locked it," she lied. Leaving the phone behind, she went to the recycling bin in the garage. She moved a few things around until she saw it:

Ring Camera: Live View and Two-Way Talk. See, hear, and speak from anywhere with the Ring App. Monitor your home anytime with high-definition live video and audio.

She returned the box to the bin and lowered the lid.

"Oh, honey, now I'm really going to give you a show," she said aloud.

Back in her room, she settled onto the bed as though nothing had happened and reached for her phone. "Hi babe, we are good. All safe and sound. I was thinking, let's just sit here and maybe you watch an episode of your anime or something, and I'll watch my show and we just, you know, be together."

"Yeah... ok," said Ryan, eyes fixed on the dildo and lubricant next to her pillow.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," she said.

Ryan watched her disappear not into the bathroom, but their closet. He was shocked to see her return in lingerie. The black lace bra framed her breasts from beneath, lifting them while leaving them almost entirely bare. He recognized it from the time they went to an adult boutique.

She sat on the edge of the bed closer to the Ring camera, adjusting her lingerie and running her hands over her fully exposed breasts. She wore a small smile.

Ryan could not believe what was happening. Was she really going to do this? He started to unzip his pants. He heard his wife's voice.

"Hey, Ryan. I'm just going to turn the audio off my phone." Her eyes were soft, her voice gentle as she reclined against the pillows. "There's a good part of my series coming up. And maybe after that, we can chat. That sound ok, honey?"

"Uh-huh," he managed, turning up the volume on his hotel TV.

"Ok, good. I hope you enjoy your show," she added, her voice lowered.

Adriana wasn't sure exactly how much of her was in the camera's frame, but she angled herself toward it as best she could and pressed play on the TV. As the familiar intimate scene resumed, she imagined Ryan touching her body. She slowly ran her hands over her breasts, then pulled her nipples as her hips began to move. She could feel it gathering, low and insistent.

"What are we doing?" the woman on the television moaned as she pressed her bare breasts against her friend's chest.

Adriana expected to be wet, but not this much. She rubbed between her legs, thumb circling her clit, feather light as she wondered what her husband was doing.

"Oh, yeah. This feels good. I'm spreading my pussy, Ryan," she said loudly for her husband's benefit.

• • •

Ryan's cock was nice and hard as he watched his wife pleasure herself. He wanted to enjoy this secret as long as possible. His wife was about to fuck herself, and then there she would be tomorrow, sitting in the front of the church, chatting with the pastor and her friends, none of them having any idea. His shirt was now off, his chest a waiting target for his own release.

• • •

Adriana worked both hands along the sides of her shaved mound. She pressed harder. Two fingers slipped inside her slit, her other hand pressing between her legs, hips rising.

She turned down the TV and hit the mic on her phone.

"Still there, honey?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Yeah."

She heard him gulp on the other end of the line.

"Just relaxing," her husband replied.

"Good. Me too. I think I'm going to sleep well tonight."

Adriana turned off her mic and glanced at the substitute cock next to her. She picked it up, gently biting her lower lip as she surveyed its realistic texture, and shape, circumcised like her husband but with a pronounced tip and raised veins along the shaft. The first pass over her clit sent ripples of pleasure through her. She ran its flared head up the length of her lips, savoring the pressure. Her immediate response surprised her and she spread herself wider with two fingers of her free hand, pressing the tip of the cock inside with greater confidence.

"Oh... fuck, Ryan," she called out. "We should have had sex before you left. Now look what you've made me do."

Adriana worked her toy deeper, experiencing the sensation of being completely filled. Its width opened her in a way that felt erotic and new, even a little forbidden. This wasn't her husband's cock but it was still creating waves of pleasure. Her excitement grew with the knowledge that her husband was no doubt masturbating because of her, unable to look away.

Each slow withdrawal left her briefly empty; each return found what she had been searching for. Her strokes lengthened, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in, each one hitting the place her small, slender fingers couldn't reach. She started to talk dirty, watching the camera out of the corner of her eye and angled her hips a little toward it. If Ryan was going to watch, Adriana was going to make it worth his while.

Ryan checked that his microphone was still muted. His phone rested against the lamp, its screen mirrored to the television. The picture was clear enough to show the way the wet toy caught the light each time she pulled it out.

He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked lightly as he watched her take her toy at the base and pull it out and push it back in. Over and over again. Ryan liked this sort of thing. In thirty years of marriage, he'd seen his wife orgasm many times, but never like this: performing, taking her time. She looked hot, reckless, and hungry.

"That's what I need... oh yeah, so thick and deep," he heard her say as she changed the angle and the speed of her thrusts.

Hold on, he told himself. Not yet. He kept his eyes on the screen and let his hand move in time with hers--stroke for stroke.

Adriana imagined his dazed expression, mouth partly open, and the moment when his cum would erupt everywhere. The man who cared for and protected her and prayed with her was now under her spell, completely losing control. All because of her.

Her thighs finally tightened, her hips lifting clear off the mattress once, then twice as her body released its pent-up longing. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she shouted as she continued to gratify herself, slamming her perfectly shaped love toy into her open pussy as another wave came. "Oh, fuck! You bad boy..." she mumbled, pretending her husband was on top of her, fucking her like she deserved it.

The sights and sounds of his wife's orgasm and dirty talk sent Ryan over the edge. His right hand pumped hard through his own release. Droplets of white cum marked his chest and splattered on his pillow. He watched it flow out of him, it felt so nice to just look at it, how much he could make.

"I like this, bad girl... fucking want this..." he moaned, each new spurt of cream sending another wave of pleasure through him. He had never completely drained his balls just staring at her. She was either on top of him, or his face was buried in her shoulder while he came. But not this way--the sheer spectacle of his wife, friend, and lover spread, driving a nicely sized cock deep into herself... and thoroughly enjoying it, both of them moaning at the same time, each of them shamelessly taking what they wanted.

Adriana collapsed back against the pillows, trembling, hands resting between her legs as aftershocks fluttered through her. The room smelled unmistakably of sex. She laughed once, breathlessly, at her own abandon.

She paused the show and sighed happily, then eased away from the headboard and stretched across the bed, on her back, her legs slightly raised and crossed at the ankles. She turned her head toward the camera with a grin.

"I hope you enjoyed your show, honey. I think you've been rather naughty spying on me."

Ryan's mouth was open, and his face felt hot.

"I'll be honest with you," she continued. "I'm still kind of horny. I think I'm going to go another round with my friend here," she said, holding up the sex toy. "But I want my next session to be a little more... private." Adriana slid the sex toy between her legs and moaned.

Ryan saw her reach for the camera.

"I love you, my husband," she said, as she grabbed the cord. "Sleep tight."

The words "Live View Ended" appeared on his TV. A moment later, she ended their call.

Adriana brought the sex toy back to the bathroom; it was slick and still wet from her orgasms. It had performed its job quite well, she thought to herself as she ran some soap and hot water over it. She washed herself up and crawled back into bed, resting against her pillow as a wave of pleasant tiredness overtook her. Her phone buzzed several times, but she ignored it, fully content to let her husband's imagination run wild. Within a few minutes, she was happily asleep.

In the morning, she woke with a start, she had overslept a bit. She still wanted to make it to church before her noon shift. While getting ready in the bathroom, she checked the message her husband had sent the night before:

"Guilty of watching, not guilty of planning this. But I couldn't look away. I'm glad you got what you needed. I know I did. I'm hoping for a lengthy sequel, when you're ready."

Adriana put the sex toy back in the pleasure box. A sequel sounded like a great idea.