Passion desire Lust

It happened the summer I turned nineteen, and at the time it sounded like a fantastic idea. Tracy had moved back into my dad and Shannon’s house since they were renovating her apartment after a major water leak. That summer I worked in an electronics store that sold all kinds of gadgets including spy cams, and baby cams in clocks, Teddy bears, and so on. I liked the job and my co-workers. We were all guys and even though some of them were real geeks, we had a good time. The best part of the day was when some young mother wanted to buy a spy cam to keep an eye on the nanny. Some of these women were real hot MILF’s, and we just loved attending them.

Anyway, one day I came home early from work. Shannon and my dad had gone to visit my grandparents for a few days, which left me and Tracy alone in the house.

When I walked in the house was quiet and I figured I was alone. I made a couple of sandwiches and then took them out onto the terrace with a glass of OJ and prepared for a quiet afternoon. Tracy was with a friend since she lived with Shannon and my dad. She didn’t like to work.

There I was eating and relaxing when I heard a sound coming from the upstairs open window. I put the sandwich down and listened more carefully. It sounded like someone was working out, moaning, and groaning, and once in a while a long moan. It took me a minute to realize it was two people having sex, and the only person that I could think of was Stacy. I got up and went back into the house, and up the stairs. I walked as quietly as I could, thanking my father for installing wall-to-wall carpets. When I reached Tracy’s room the door was closed. I could hear the moaning, and then someone put on some music. I very carefully turned the handle and felt how the door opened. I pushed the door open a few inches and peeked inside.

Tracy was on the bed and under her was a guy I had never seen before. She was grinding her pussy against him while making all kinds of little noises. The guy’s hands were on her boobs and his eyes were closed.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I closed the door again and went back downstairs, thinking how I could use this to get back at Tracy for all the shit she had done when we lived together before. But first things first. I had to leave the house immediately or she would have known I had seen them.

I grabbed the glass and the plate and carefully washed them and dried them. Then I put them back in the cupboard. I put on my shoes and when I left the house I made sure the door didn’t make any noise as I closed it. Once on the street I got on my bicycle and peddled like a madman back to the shop.

“Hi Tim, what are you doing back here?” said Jake, one of the Geeks.

“I ran into one of my neighbors and she asked me if I could buy her some spy cams for her house. She thinks the gardener is stealing from them,” I said.

“Why didn’t she come herself?”

“I guess she is busy. She said she needed two cameras, and as small as possible.”

“OK, wireless or old school?”

“Wireless.”

Jake got the ladder that we kept behind the counter and climbed up so he could reach the highest shelf. I grabbed two boxes and came down again.

“Here you go, the quality is the same, and the only difference is that this one is smaller than the other, hence it is more expensive.”

There was only a twenty bucks difference, so I picked the smaller ones. After paying I got on my bike and went around town for a while so Tracy could finish fucking and send her guy home.

Two hours later I was back at home and this time I made a lot of noise coming in.

“Hello, Tracy, are you at home?”

“Yeah, but I’m leaving. What do you want, loser?”

She came down the stairs dressed in hotpants and a halter top in black. I could see her nipples through the fabric and the pants showed camel toe. I guessed she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Nothing. Are you going out?

“Yeah, what about it?”

I shrugged my shoulders and went into the living room and lay down on the sofa. I picked up the remote and turned on the TV, but when I heard the door close I got up and went to the hallway where I had stashed the bag with the cameras in a closet.

When I walked into Tracy’s room, I grabbed her desk chair and sat in the middle of the room looking around, trying to figure out the best place to place the cameras. Above her bed, a ceiling lamp and the curtains were covering the windows looked promising. I went downstairs and got my dad’s toolbox and went back upstairs.

I fastened one camera to the ceiling inside the lamp and then made a hole big enough in the plastic protector for it to see through. The other I hid behind the metal bar holding the curtains. I made sure they couldn’t be seen if you glanced up and then went back to my room. The cameras came with software which I installed on my PC, and ten minutes later I was looking at a split-screen of Tracy’s bed. The camera in the curtains was not angled correctly, so I went back and made a few adjustments. When they were perfect I tested the recording options and it worked fine. Now I could watch live or record what was going on in Tracy’s bed. To be able to record for a long time I needed a bigger hard drive. My PC was kind of old, but I had bought an external hard drive earlier that year to keep my porn on. It was safer that way, in case my dad or Shannon decided to use the computer. I opened my wardrobe and got the hard drive out from its hiding place on the top shelf behind my winter jacket. After I connected it to the PC I deleted all the porn I had on it and it left me with sufficient memory to record an entire day.

The following morning before going to work I started the recording and then locked the door to my room. Tracy was still asleep when I left the house.

At work, Jake asked me how it had gone with the neighbor and the cameras, and I told him everything was fine.

After work, I sped home on my bike as fast as I could. I was lucky, Tracy wasn’t at home so I locked myself in my room and checked what the camera had recorded. It was a Jackpot. It was the same guy as the day before, and I got about forty-five minutes of great sex on my hard drive. Tracy sucking cock, the guy eating her pussy, and then she rode him and they finished off with her on the bed on all four and him pounding her ass.

I kept recording every day for two weeks and when I had enough I up-loaded it to a website and charged $1 for the whole set. It was cheap, but I still made enough money to buy nice clothes and a new cell phone. When I thought the time was right I closed the website and that was that. Sure, the video compilation was still out there, but I never saw it come up on any of the free porn sites I used, which were many at the time. The question was, how had Tracy found out?