Watching your ex wife rub oil into her asshole, without permission, can generally lead to problems. Especially when you decide to record it, outside a window, in her own backyard. Luckily, it had been a whole 24 hours, and the police had yet to arrive. And luckily, Beth never realized I filmed her.

My 12 year old son Tom texted me the next day after school. He told me his mom, yelled at him that he was in charge of his meds, and if he forgot them again, he would be grounded for a month. Seeing as how I went to Beth's to track down said medication, only to be confronted with her end of day pregnancy rub down, I was not surprised.

Tom was simply taking one for the team, even if he didn't know it. I chuckled when he let me know about his mom's anger, wanting to explain things to him. Even if I did, he would not understand or appreciate it as a 12 year old. Maybe he never would since it was his mom I was watching, naked and unaware.

I had to work late Wednesday, making up time for all of my running around and getting Tom, spying on my ex wife, and watching the pornographic videos I had captured of Beth by herself and with her husband. It was her mistake to put a TV with a high definition camera on the wall of her bedroom. I corrected her mistake by accessing the camera through my son's Skype account. Once on accident, the second time on purpose.

Beth was just the most beautiful woman I met, and the first woman I truly fell in love with. Until I saw her accidentally expose her vagina to me the other day, I forgot how much I was attracted to her. I had blocked it out over the years. But it came back in a flood when I saw Betsy again, her vagina.

It was just past 7pm at work and I was alone and bored. I was going to burn the midnight oil and get caught up on my hours. I usually got in 50 per week, but so far, I was barely on track for 40. Opening my desk drawer to grab a snack, I saw the envelope with the phone recordings from the other day. I grabbed it, needing a break. Wanting to take a hit from my favorite drug, Beth.

I was the only one in the office No cars other than mine were in the lot. The cleaning staff had come and gone. I grabbed a Coke from the machine and figured I'd have some alone time in the bathroom. I walked past our large conference room and paused.

The overhead projector had an incredibly large screen. I was always up for making a good thing better, and watching my voyeuristic recordings on the big screen would do just that. I walked in, shut the door, and started up the computer.

While the screen warmed up, I made sure the blinds were down and the door locked. Thankfully, it wasn't a glass enclosed conference room, but one that was private so people in the hall could not see the presentations or who was meeting. I was safe.

I plugged the card in the computer and opened up the folder. Over 30 pictures and 5 videos. I decided to go in chronological order and bypassed the pictures. The videos would present the story of the day. The pictures would just provide more clarity.

I opened the first file. The 20 by 10 foot screen lit up with a shaky image of Beth, off in the distance and waiting for Tom at school. Once again, she was wearing her black cotton dress. It was much more erotic in person, and the see through nature of it didn't really come across from the distance.

Still, the shape of her round ass was just as I remembered. The static of my hand, moving over the camera, was loud and annoying. I muted the volume since the visual was all I wanted anyways.

The next video was the same shot, but closer. I definitely had an improved view of her ass. As my hands holding the phone settled, the pale skin behind the fabric of Beth's dress came into view as she crouched. Christ, I could even make out the darkness of her asshole and a tuft of hair defining her anal patch while her butt spread open!

Beth's hand moved casually across her bottom. She was clearly scratching her rectum as the dress seemed to push inside the hole from her itching. I didn't even notice this while watching it live, but now her finger was exploded up to at least a foot in size on the monitor. It was a bit blurry, but when I rewound and played in slow motion, the quarter inch penetration into her asshole could not be missed.

I kept expecting her to turn around and look into the camera. The zoom made it seem like I was crawling close behind her, holding the camera right up to her butt. Beth's dress covered ass took up the entire screen, white skin shinning behind the fabric. Suddenly, the bell rang and she stood up. The video came to an abrupt end.

Video 3 was much better. Beth initially was standing back in the shadows, off in the distance, watching Tom approach me. But, when she heard about the video game I brought, she approached to check it out. Beth walked out from the shadow of the trees, towards the sun, and her front lit up.

Beth's face was the blemish free, soft, glowing skin that I always remembered. Lips full and red with deep blue eyes to contrast them. Eyebrows slightly thick and well trimmed. Long, blonde hair that floated like silky strands of gold. She was beautiful.

But her pregnant chest is what stood out, shining like two full moons in the night. The sun was spraying bright white beams across her milk filled breasts, welcoming them out of the darkness. The result was that the sheer white skin behind the black cotton fabric was captured easily by the camera as it glistened. My eyes, when looking at Beth, got the impression that 25% of her breasts were visible beneath the sheer fabric. On camera, it seemed closer to 50%.

The size and shape of her nipples was obvious. Even the pink color seemed apparent. Beth's chest bounced by, pencil tip nipple now becoming the focus as the large, four foot breasts bobbed across the screen. Sadly, it became too shaky to notice, my hands not finding it easy to walk and shoot.

When the walking stopped, I began to pretend I was spelling "Mortal Kombat" on my phone. Beth did not approve of the game and I was merely mocking a google search of the reviews. It was a typical back and forth we had. I smiled, remembering how I simply held the camera 5 feet away from Beth's chest and recorded. Her watching, appearing to let me, looking at my phone, not realizing what I was actually doing.

Beth's breast spanned almost the entire 20 feet of wall as my phone zoomed in on it. Her nipple was at least 4 feet in width. The pencil tip, folding behind the fabric, looked bigger than the size of my head. I opened my mouth, wondering how much of it I could force into it.

By the time the video ended, my erection was ready to be released. I started the next video and unzipped my pants, knowing that these involved nudity. They were the videos I captured behind her house.

Sure enough, there was Beth, on the couch in her white robe. Slouching forward, her belly stood proud while the heavy bush of her vagina could be seen between her open robe. I was watching her prepare for a daily pregnancy oil down.

I remembered how she masturbated herself by rubbing her belly in bed with Frank the other night. I wondered if that was why she was continually massaging it, generating the warm and tingly feelings throughout the day for a giant build up at night.

Beth was now opening her robe, bringing out her tits for their massage. First the right, coated in oil. Fuck, they were bigger on the screen than I remembered. The blinds on her window kept making it hard for the camera to focus, so every now and then her tits just blurred out.

I paused, rewound, and played on super slow motion. Beth was squeezing her left tit with both hands. Slowly, between her fingers, a small pink torpedo appeared. Then, as it came into full view, a volcanic nipple, pink and glistening, rose like dough.

When the entire nipple had erupted out of Beth's squeezing hands, it mushroomed out with the white skin of her boob flowing through her fingers. The squeezing created a ball like appearance, half red nipple, half white skin. Pausing, I felt like I was looking at an Andy Warhol painting.

The video continued with the dark green hedge from when I ducked out of position as Beth began to sit up. For 30 seconds, I saw nothing but ground. Then, with a brief return of the green hedge, the screen was once again filled with Beth in the TV room.

A large, round pregnant ass was pointing right back at me. The blinds made it a bit annoying, but between the slits, Beth was bent over, massaging her ass. Oiling it. Opening it. The fact that the TV was on, Beth watching a bunch of woman, made it even more bizarre and erotic. I was almost the literal fly on the wall I had always hoped to be.

Beth had moved to her left ass cheek and the video suddenly ended. I remembered that I had used this time to take photos, wanting higher definition. I thought about checking them out, but the next video was my hopeful treasure.

I turned the volume back on and double clicked. I could only see hedges, but I could clearly hear Beth, yelling from behind the glass. I had kept the camera low while transitioning from camera to video.

"Oh my god!"

Beth had caught me. The camera was shaking, focussing on the ground as I yelled back to her, telling her I needed Tom's meds. Less than 10 seconds went by when the entire conference room echoed with her loud screams. The camera focussed on her in the doorway, face distorted and angry.

"What the fuck are you DOING!"

Beth stood inside the back door, yelling at me, reading me the riot act. I stared at the angry woman, listened to her screams, and became even more turned on. It seemed I was witnessing a woman lose her mind. It was electric, watching her rage as she opened her robe to mock me.

"...Here... come on... jerk off you fucking asshole."

Beth was doing an incredible job of simulation a guy masturbating. I put it in slow motion, watched her hand pump up and down over her clit. Her belly slowly wobbled. Her tits moved in harmony with the slow, pumping hand.

I returned the video to normal speed. Beth turned and walked out of the doorway. The moment she went to grab the forgotten meds. Beth returned, thick heavy bush still leading the way, showing her monumental disdain for me. I watched as her angry face looked at me, robe hanging open, and her arm threw the bottle right towards me.

"His meds. Here are his fucking meds you asshole."

After the thud of the bottle hitting my forehead, the camera began focussing on random objects. I had recovered, still recording, and picked up the medicine. Beth continued telling me what when felt about me. The camera once again steadied on her, bent over, yelling at me.

"Your an asshole...right there...that's you..."

Beth had bent over to moon me, but then took it to the extreme and spread herself open. It was her angry, orgasmic way to show her complete lack of respect and concern for me. That she could give a fuck about what I did and saw.

Initially, her open ass took up a quarter of the screen, but as I walked towards her, holding out my phone, Beth's ass spread before me across the entire 20 feet. I hit pause.

"Holy shit...."

I stood up, stroking myself, walking towards the screen. Beth's pussy wasn't just oily, it was wet. Her lips were clearly coated in some type of sexual dew. A small puddle of trapped liquid seemed suspended in the entrance of her vagina, now open as she spread her butt cheeks.

Lower, Beth's clitoris seemed like it was about to pop, white and swollen. I opened my mouth, bending down, licking the screen, not able to fit half of it between my lips. Pushing my nose into her pee hole, shut tight, but clearly making it's presence known.

The anger in Beth clearly excited her. Her vagina was swollen with blood, forcing out the fluids deep in her body. It was a river of sexual juices. But the treasure lay at the top of the screen. I grabbed a chair, stood, and looked eye to eye with Beth's giant asshole.

If I wanted to, I could count the rings on Beth's anus. The deep crevices bulged out at me as Beth was apparently bearing down at this moment. Her insides and the pressure of her belly was forcing her asshole to expand to pooping capacity, open wide, revealing a pink smooth center.

Encircling my head was Beth's ring of anal hair. Each strand of dark hair was about one foot in length, standing proud against the tender skin that surrounded Beth's open biology. It would take a lawnmower to clear away the heavy grass that surrounded her bunny hole.

A bunny hole that, up close, at this level of clarity, was so very dirty. No less than 4 small clumps of poop were stuck in her butt hair. Each would have fed a family of 5 at their current size. Even the skin under the hairs show signs of staining, perhaps from years of passage.

I pushed my head into her ass. I jerked myself hard, ready to release. As I rolled my head into the large, dark anus, open and ready for me to crawl into, I came into the wet, open vagina 3 feet below.

When my body was done, I sat back on the table, watching my semen drip along the 6 foot vagina. I wondered if Beth would have recognized herself if she walked in. If her time with the mirror put her on such an intimate level with her privates.

I cleaned up the room, more specifically, the screen, and decided to call it a night. Trying to put your head into your ex wife's ass takes more out of you than you might think. Give it a try sometime and see how much energy you need to get it done.

The harder part is not wanting to do it again. I suppose it would be like eating bad food your entire life, but for one day, being fed the most luxurious food in the world. Could you stop? Would you do anything you could to go back for seconds?

Sometimes, you might just be better off not getting that fabulous meal. Not knowing that it even exists. Finding out about it could ruin your life, turn getting that meal into an obsession. And that was my current dilemma with Beth. I was obsessed.

Thursday morning came and I lay in bed, wondering if I dared risk another staged Skype call. It was the morning, and people were more likely to be suspicious of someone like me lurking about, sneaking into Beth's house while she took Tom to school. So, I quickly dropped that plan and figured I'd try to use an inside man.

"Hey...call if you can."

It was 7:30. Tom had to be at school by 8. There was a small window of time, but I'd figure I'd try. I sat on my bed, hoping he would call on my Skype again like he did before. Instead, a few minutes later, my pone rang.

"What's up?"

Shit. The plan failed.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

I figured there was still hope.

"Just getting ready for school."

Well, I could have guessed that.

"Is mom there?"

Of course she was, but I had to ask.

"Yea. She's downstairs. Why?"

An opening appeared.

"Can you do me a favor? I'm trying to change some settings on my Skype. Can you call from her room again?"

Tom didn't sound suspicious in the least.

"Yea. Sure. But hang on."

I waited about 30 seconds, listening to nothing. Then, sure enough, a call came through on my TV. I answered. There was Tom, in Beth's room, bed uncovered and clearly slept in. She must have been behind schedule. We stared at each other.

"How's this?"

Tom was speaking quietly. He knew he was somewhere he shouldn't be, but it wasn't something he hadn't done before. Tom set his phone on the dresser and turned to the TV. He did the first half of his job correct. Now, for the second.

"Great. I think I got it. Thanks."

Tom hit the standby power and looked up, seeing that the TV was off. Just like before, he remained on my screen. He turned and left, having completed his job. Some day, perhaps on my dying bed, I'd have to thank him for all he did for me.

It was almost comforting to be back in Beth's bedroom once again. Good old standby, where the screen shuts off, but the computer on the TV keeps running so notifications or DVR features can keep updating. Nothing is really off these days unless it is unplugged. I started up my DVR and smiled at my devious victory as I hit record.

I would have watched the screen all day, patiently and eagerly waiting for Beth to make an appearance. Show me her beautiful shape. Her intimate features. Her feminine wiles. It was thankfully, however, not going to be an all day wait.

"Tom. Let's hustle. You're running late..."

Beth was loud, much closer than the kitchen. It seemed as though she was just outside of the hallway.

"I'm getting ready..."

Tom was equally close, apparently in his room.

"And look at this room. You need to clean it, mister."

Tom sounded exasperated.

"Alright. I will."

Beth continued.

"And here, why are your books not in your backpack."

I listened to a faint rumbling noise, and then a quick zippering. Beth was packing him up.

"I was going to..."

Tom sounded tired and annoyed. Beth did also.

"Now...hurry up..."

I waited, anticipating Beth's appearance. At any moment she was...

"Holy shit..."

Staring at her, my body froze like a man turning to stone while looking at Medusa. But for me, it was not out of hideousness, but out of incredible erotic beauty. Beth was not in her usual dress but instead wore a short, thin purple nighty. Her naked body floated beneath it, proudly on display from under translucent fabric.

The outfit was certainly comfortable and light on the body. Her breasts seemed to fit in pouches of fabric, like hammocks. They weren't supported, but merely given a nice place to lay down. Her pregnant stomach swelled out, belly button firm and round. And her pubic hair stood erect, away from the fabric that hung loosely over her stomach.

It might have been the outfit for a first time mom, with no kids around the house. But, with Tom? Seriously? I knew Beth grew up in a house with open doors and shared bathrooms. Hell, I saw her mom naked on several occasions. And just like how I didn't understand it then, I didn't understand it now. Which, I guess, was another reason we are divorced.

Beth looked in the mirror, performing her lip and cheek stretches to verify she was facially ready to drop Tom off at school. Her white butt floated behind the hanging fabric, ending a few inches below her ass. I wondered how many times she just sat on the couch for her family to admire her.

Sure Beth was beautiful. She knew it. She flaunted it. It was her only talent, so she used it instinctively. All the time, to try and get her way, to seem friendly, honest, and appreciative. Everybody loves and trusts and beautiful woman. Apparently, Beth practiced it full time at home as well.

With a graceful ease, Beth grabbed the hem of her nighty and lifted it over her head. She stood before me, holding the sheer fabric, casually looking at herself. At least she realized that everything had a limit and the outfit couldn't be worn to school. Although, I don't think any of the men would have complained at the mother's ass walking along the sidewalk.

Her eyes stopped and looked on her dresser. Tom's phone. Fuck! Evidence of the crime! She picked it up, looking at it, browsing through the contents with her back to me. I was torn between excitement over her pale ass, and fear that she would find out I was looking at her pale ass.

"Tom!"

A problem was certainly developing. I watched, waiting for Beth to grab a robe, slip on her dress. Instead, she just held an arm across her breasts, letting the soft purple fabric hang in front to block her belly and vagina.

Tom walked in, not in the least bothered by his mom's appearance. Apparently, this was a routine occurrence. Beth looked at him, holding his phone.

"Why is your phone in here?"

Tom looked at it, slightly confused.

"I don't know. I guess I forgot it when I was using the mirror."
Wow, did that lie just roll of his tongue. Not even a hint of trepidation. I was impressed.

"Well, what did Peter want?"

Tom looked at bit aggravated at the question. Still, it could have been his unhappiness that his mom was searching through his texts. I stared at Beth's naked ass, watching her back dimples smile at me.

"Nothing, just said hi."

Beth was not satisfied with the answer. Her butt clenched.

"Is he meeting you at school this morning?"

I was relieved. Her worry was simply about having to run into the guy who she spread her ass open for. I could definitely understand that.

"No. Why? Do you want me to ask him to?"

Beth's butt clenched again with the abruptness of her answer.

"No I do not. You do not ask him to meet us when I'm taking you to school, ever. Do you understand?"

Tom looked ready to end the conversation.

"Fine. Can I have my phone back?"

Beth leaned forward, handing Tom his phone, causing her gown to move to the side.

"Here. But you are not wearing that shirt to school today. You wore it yesterday. Get something else on."

Tom rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.

"Mom, I don't have anything else. It's fine."

He was clearly annoyed at the request. Beth removed her arms from her chest, lifted them up, and slipped on her purple nighty again. Tom's eyes didn't give it a second thought, looking at his mom while she stretched her naked body before him.

"Don't tell me it's fine."

Beth stormed passed him and walked into the hall, mom ass shaking. Tom turned to follow, knowing he was going to be given a new outfit, eyes casually watching her bottom walk away. Beth continued her lecture, though sounding a bit more distant.

"I don't do laundry so you can wear dirty clothes."

I could hear drawers opening. I could hear drawers closing.

"Here, these shorts are perfectly clean."

Another moment of silence, and then the sound of hangers sliding around in a closet.

"And look at this. All of these nice, clean shirts. Let's see...here...now put this on and hurry up."

I could hear heavy footsteps walking purposefully. Once again, Beth swooshed into the room, purple nighty swimming around her. Even her breasts looked annoyed, glaring at me with angry nipples. Beth yelled as she turned towards the mirror.

"And don't even think about going downstairs before I see that you have it on!"

Beth sighed, annoyed with Tom. Annoyed that my name had come up again in conversation. That her morning routine was off schedule. She ripped off her gown and threw it on the floor in disgust. Beth stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head at the events.

Settling down, Beth lifted her breasts in appreciation, trying to focus on something that might improve her mood. She turned around, looking at her butt, flexing. The brief inspection served it's purpose. Her mind had settled down having been reminded by the mirror how beautiful she was.

Beth turned towards me and walked along the bottom of her bed, mom tits bouncing in front of her, hand scratching her bush. She disappeared to my right, apparently moving into her closet.

As the hangers moved about, Tom appeared in the doorway wearing some hideous plaid shorts and a red polo shirt. His face did not look happy. His voice sounded less happy.

"I'm dressed..."

The rattling of hangers stopped.

"Just a sec..."

Beth came into view slightly, backing away from her closet. Holding a black dress on a hanger she turned and looked at Tom. Blue eyes and red nipples inpsecting at his clothes, verifying he did what she asked.

"There. Much better. And tuck in your shirt."

Tom stared at him mom for approval as he began tucking in his shirt. Beth turned back towards her closet and hung the hanger back up. As Tom was finishing the front, Beth returned to the bottom of her bed. She raised her left arm high, reaching to feed the arm into her black dress. Beth's breast meat stretched, nipple being dragged high.

"Don't forget the back..."

Walking around the bed towards Tom, Beth slipped her other arm into the opening. The dress gathered around her shoulders. Beth paused, pulling the dress over her chest. Tom stared at her belly as he tucked in the back, speaking softly.

"I know..."

Beth stood, watching Tom, making sure the task was accomplished to her satisfaction. As she did so, she stretched her dress over her belly, smoothed it over her fluffy pubic hair, and finally concealed her nude body.

"Here...you almost got it..."

Or so I thought. Beth squatted down, knees flaring open, and began adjusting the tuck of Tom's shirt. Tom looked down at her hands, barely able to tolerate the adjustment. With a final tuck, Beth slowly stood up.

"There. Now, aren't you glad you have a mom like me...?"

Tom didn't answer. He turned his glum face and walked away. Beth followed. I listened to the distant rumbling of the stairs and eventually the slamming of the door. The unbelievable morning routine had ended. Beth was certainly proud of her body.

I slowly walked downstairs, sighing a big breath of relief that my clandestine activities were not discovered. But, I also wondered if Tom was going to be scarred for life. At what age did casual nudity around the house become an issue?

Drinking my coffee, I decided to Google it. Needless to say, the opinions varied greatly. It wasn't even a conversation I could have if I wanted. What would I say to Beth? I was watching you from your TV and didn't approve? I figured as long as I saw her naked, I had nothing to complain about.

The clock told me the bell at school had just rung. I refreshed my coffee and headed back upstairs. Beth might not be returning home, but then again, she just might be.

Lying in bed, waiting, I thought about our marriage. How we were always arguing. Bitching at each other over little things, yelling about big things. I had always just associated it with her wild mood swings that were managed by her Prozac.

I thought of the video I watched at work, how moist her spread vagina was after screaming at the top of her lungs at me. The swollen size of her clitoris. I began to wonder if some of Beth's anger was because it aroused her. Angry sex was always some of our best sex.

Still, if you're angry all of the time as a couple, the sex eventually stops. Which it did for us. But that didn't mean that Beth wasn't aroused by hostility and confrontation. It was just like everything else -- in moderation, it can be healthy. Hell, it can be the best thing in the world.

My thoughts bounced around with the concept. To truly be angry at someone, but to also allow the very personal pleasures needed to orgasm at the same time was not something easily planned. It was an emotional rollercoaster. And pregnant women tended to ride the emotional rollercoaster daily.

I dozed off to the deep, philosophical conversation I was having in my mind. The anticipation had turned to boredom and I had avoided getting more coffee from fear of missing out. It wasn't a deep sleep, but enough to pass the time.

Visions of Beth floated through my mind. Beth walking to school in the sheer, purple nighty. Saying hello to the mothers, lifting up her front to let them rub her belly. Turning around, lifting her dress over her pale ass, asking if her butt looks good. Twirling her bush as she squatted, holding open her legs, telling the people walking by to tuck in their shirts.

I bolted upright, papers crackling loud. The speakers sounded the alarm that Beth had walked into her room, carrying two bags and putting them on her bed. I looked at the bags, not recognizing the stores.

Beth, still in her soft black dress, put what looked like an espresso down on her dresser. She clearly had a busy morning. Coffee and shopping. But, who was I to criticize, lying in bed.

Licking her lips free from the last coating of foam, Beth walked out of the room. I heard a toilet seat and then listened to the long, loud sound of her urinating. When it had stopped, Beth remained silent.

I turned the volume up as loud as it could go, listening. Beth was clearly pushing as her soft grunting could be heard down the hall. A distinct plop, followed by more heavy pushing. Beth was pooping.

With a final splash, the room was silent. I heard the faint rustling of papers, but nothing distinct. After about 2 minutes, the sound of the toilet flushing let me know she was done.

Returning to the room, Beth picked up her phone and dialed. I figured it was another check in with hubby Frank. The noise from her movements was excessively loud so I turned the volume back down.

"Hey honey...Sorry I didn't call earlier, I was helping at school."

God, Tom sure learned his smooth talking from the best. Beth stood once again in front of the mirror, tilting her head to look at herself as she talked. Running a hand through her hair, fluffing it.

"No...just some reading help in the library...I didn't see Tom."

They spoke for a short while, talking of the new baby, decorating, dinner, and plans for the weekend. That reminded Beth about her purchases.

"I've got something I think you might like. Two something's, actually. One thing black, and one blue."

Beth stretched her nose, wiggling it, leaning forward towards her reflection. As she looked up it, Beth pinched the underside and gently rubbed, exfoliating some dry skin. She smiled as Frank talked.

"You'll just have to see...but I'll give you a hint...Tom won't be here this weekend..."

I was once again jealous at another lover loving my love. At least, my lust. Beth gave Frank a loving goodbye and hung up. I was starting to regret our divorce.

Putting down the phone, Beth matter of factly stripped. It was so sudden it was hard to take any pleasure in it. Beth grabbed her coffee and drank, staring at her naked body, turning sideways, poking her swollen orbs right at me.

Foam coated her upper lip. Beth extended her tongue as far up as she could, almost like a cow licking it's nose. After a few passes she rolled her lips together, smacking them. Beth put down the coffee and dried the wetness with the back of her hand.

Beth slowly twisted her body, yawning, stretching her chest with arms behind her back. She thrust them forward, admiring the swells and extension of her nipples. Who would have thought the everyday activities could be so exciting. So erotic.

Turning, Beth reached in one of the bags and removed a small black piece of fabric. Actually, it was two very small pieces as she dropped one on the bed. Holding it up, Beth opened one of small openings and slipped her leg through it. She repeated the process with the other, bending, breasts wobbling.

Standing straight, Beth dragged the small panties up the back of her soft white thighs. There was hardly any material as it rolled up her legs and she stretched it over her ass. Beth crouched slightly, opening up her butt cheeks, letting the fabric slip inside.

Running her fingers through the crack of her ass, Beth pulled out the fabric and snapped it back in place. Then, she pulled out the front, lifting slightly, and let the soft fabric spring back towards her body. It generated a soft thumping sound against her heavy bush.

Beth and I looked in the mirror with satisfaction at the black thong made of floral mesh. The underwear rode along the top of her hip bone, creating a large round formation at the top of her leg comprised of butt and thigh. Her belly pushed the front of the thong low and forward, a good portion of her hormonal bush rising above it.

Turning, Beth grabbed the matching bra. Putting her arms into the openings, Beth pulled the bra into her chest and and stretched the straps onto her shoulders. In place, Beth leaned forward and let her chest hang into the delicate fabric. She reached behind her back, snapped, and stood up. She looked ready to be fucked.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Beth clearly thought the same thing. She lifted her hair, pushed out her chest, and twisted her body right and left. Turning around, we admired the swell of her ass that was defined from the thin strips of material along the upper swells and down the center.

"Not...bad...."

Beth complimented herself. Turning back to the mirror, Beth lifted her breasts, feeling their heavy weight. Looking at her dark nipples behind the meshy fabric. She ran her hands inside of the fabric, adjusting her tits, lifting them so that the underside of her breast fit snuggly.

"Jeeze are they big..."

Finished with her inspection, Beth stood still and slowly rubbed the crest of her stomach. Feelings were starting to be generated. Her itch was starting, although this time, I wasn't sure if it was just from her skin.

With a slight shudder, Beth's looked at her own glassy eyes, smiling. Knowing the devious nature of her thoughts, Beth shook her head. She picked up the phone and made a call. I looked down at my own. Sadly, it didn't ring.

"Well, hello Finacci Fitness and Massage, it's Elizabeth."

Beth was beaming at herself, eye's devious with furrowed brows. She was holding her hand still on her stomach, fingering her belly button.

"I know it's for tomorrow...I'm just calling to confirm..."

Beth listened, giggling slightly. She turned around and pulled down her panties, looking at her round white bottom in the mirror.

"I don't see any...but you'll have to let me know..."

Standing up, leaving her thong folded down over her ass, Beth continued her fun little talk with this Fettuccine or whatever his noodle name was. I was frankly more than a little annoyed that I wasn't the one on Beth's mind.

"No, I got a new outfit...."

I certainly hoped she wasn't talking about the one she was wearing now. That was not something I approved of, and I'm certain Frank would have agreed with me.

"Ooohhh..."

Beth's face radiated as her smile seemed to stretch all the way to her ears. The guy really seemed to know just how to push Beth's buttons.

"Alright...we'll see you at 10."

Beth hung up, laughing. She pulled down the front of her bra, wiggling her tits.

"Guess who we're seeing tomorrow girls..."

"Mary and May, can you come out and play." A long forgotten game I used to invite Beth's breasts to. She always called them her girls, so I just gave them names. Whatever field trip she had planned for them tomorrow, I was guessing Frank was not chaperoning.

Stripping, Beth turned back to her bag of goodies. Reaching in, her hands pulled out a light blue clump of fabric. She quickly removed the small pieces of black fabric on her body and placed them back in the bag.

Standing proud, Beth put on what was turning out to be a sheer type of something. Her arms pushed through the openings as she lifted it over her head. Through, the fabric settled on top of her breasts. With a final pull, Beth stretched it down in its entirety. Which was just inches below her ass.

Jesus! It was the exact same see through outfit that she wore around the house this morning. To put it in Photoshop terms, her layer was about 75% opaque. Meaning, it only did 25% of its job. Which was 100% the purpose.

The absurdity of her mornings outfit was even more pronounced as, once again, Beth looked ready to fuck. Again we looked in the mirror. Beth adjusted her breasts so they slipped inside the fabric condoms on her chest. She rubbed the material smooth on her belly. Turning around, she stared at her ass, plainly visible.

"Look at that fucking ass..."

And how could it be missed, 75% there for anyones staring eyes. She slowly rubbed the soft fabric over her bottom, letting it take the shape of her ass. Beth was loving herself, aroused by the appearance of her own butt behind the purple material.

"Wow...is that hot..."

Wanting a better view, Beth crawled onto the bed, watching the fabric rise up to her ass cheeks. There wasn't much length to it, allowing it to rise halfway up. She reached back, lifted up the remaining fabric, and admired her pale pillows.

"I know who's going to fuck that ass..."

I don't know who she was thinking about, but I was fairly certain it wasn't me. Still annoyed at the Italian Stallion that called, I figured now was as good a time as any to apologize for the other day. I called Beth as she moved her body, simulating being fucked from behind with a devious smile on her face.

Beth hopped off the bed at the sound of the ring. Clearly, her mind was still on her last phone call. She picked up her phone and looked. Her faced puffed.

"Jesus Christ..."

It was not quite as bad as I thought. I half expected her to throw the phone out the window. Instead, she quickly picked it up and answered.

"What."

No amount of global warming would thaw the icy chill in her voice. I really didn't want to, I just wanted to push out images of other men in her mind and replace it with mine. Have me be the one mentally fucking her up her ass since I couldn't physically.

"Hey...I just wanted to say I was sorry for the other day."

Surprisingly, I was able to finish my sentence. It didn't really matter.

"Oh, you mean your sorry for standing outside my window and spying on me you fucking pervert?"

Beth's ass looked incredible when she yelled. I wondered who else she walked around in that type of outfit for.

"I wasn't spying. I was just going to knock..."

Beth's left hand returned to her stomach, resting on it. My right hand moved down my stomach, opening my pants and pushing them down. My erection had been released.

"My fucking ass you were..."

Her fucking ass I was, watching. Now and then. I began to rub my penis. Beth's thumb slowly moved over her belly button behind the soft blue fabric.

"Seriously Be..Elizabeth, I didn't see anything I hadn't seen before..."

Beth did not like me calling her Beth, as it was my pet name for her when we were married. Beth also did not like that answer. But she didn't hang up.

"Oh, so that makes it ok to stand there and jerk off?!? In my back yard?!"

I started jerking off, eyes riveted on Beth's chest squeezing into the soft pockets of fabric on her chest. Her nipples had changed from a soft, puffy blob to a hard, chiseled shape.

"I wasn't jerking off. You were just on the couch, and..."

Beth stared at her body through the sheer, sexy fabric. Her fingers began to softly move towards her belly button, back and forth.

"On the couch!? Christ! How long were you out there..."

It was an unintentional admission. My mind was not in any state to try and keep lies organized. Beth paused her tender rubbings and moved a hand to her bottom, lifting up the fabric and itching.

"Listen, I'm sorry..."

Beth palmed her lower butt cheek, feeling the fold where her bottom intersected with her leg. Fingers moved into the deep valley between her soft white globes. She held her hand still, softly rubbing the dark anus hidden from view.

"I don't want to hear it...I want to know what you saw..."

She wasn't yelling, but her tone was firm and loud. Demanding. I couldn't help but tell her what she wanted to know. Her bottom looked so sexy with her hand in it.

"Just...you oiling...your breasts..."

Beth's body crouched ever so slightly as she looked to be probing her rectum. I squeezed my erection, forcing back the need to cum. Her butt cheeks were being forced open by her fist as her finger disappeared up to the second knuckle. She began to wiggle it.

"You fucking hard up asshole...I knew you hid out there playing with your tiny little prick..."

The personal attacks were coming. It was par for the course. Her anger management strategy. But, I was seeing a new dimension to it as her finger slipped out her ass and back to her belly. ATB. Ass to Belly. I wondered if that was an actual term.

"Well...I'll not hide next time then..."

Fuck it, I thought. Enough with the apologies. She didn't want to hear them anyways. Her hand slid under the front of her nighty and pushed it high over her stomach.
"You don't have the balls you loser...you're such a waste..."

I watched Beth's hand slowly rub her apparent tender spot a few inches above her pubic hair. The underside of her pregnant belly was clearly an erroneous zone. Essentially, the lower quarter of her swollen stomach was a giant clitoris.

"Hear this...?"

I moved to the side of my bed and grabbed a bottle of lotion. I opened the top, unsnapping it into the phone.

"What the hell is that?"

Beth started increasing the speed of her 4 inch movements up and down her belly. I squirted a heavy glob of lotion all over my penis.

"That's me...squeezing oil on my tiny prick...like you did your giant nipples..."

Beth could stand no more. She ripped off the light blue nighty, her new around the house fuck outfit, and fell onto the bed. She pushed her body into the soft pillows and moved her legs to the bottom.

"I bet that's the only way you get off...who wants a loser father like you..."

I held the phone next to my slopping hands, stroking hard, purposefully making as much noise as possible. Beth licked her lips, trying to rebuild the wet saliva in her mouth as she swallowed. I yelled down to the phone.

"I'm jerking off now...to your naked...pregnant...body..."

Beth spread her legs wide, propping them up, showing me her swollen, wet pussy. She was hormonal. Horny. Thinking her yelling was a clear disguise for her excitement, her perversion. And it was that same yelling that generated the excitement. Her actions would have been just a tad different if she knew I was watching.

"That's why I fucking divorced you...you're a god damn jerk off..."

Beth had returned to her belly play, masturbating it like it was her oversized penis. I stared at her hairy asshole, barely visible between the flesh of her butt cheeks. I brought the phone back up to my ear.

"Oh...Beth...I'm looking at your hairy bunny hole right now..."

Head turned to the side, eyes closed, Beth didn't miss a stroke. Her mind didn't even think that what I said could be the truth.

"You fucking wish..."

My eyes moved up to the wet, open vagina. Her clitoris pushing out the pink folds that protected it.

"Betsy looks so fucking wet..."

Beth moved her stroking hand from her belly to her pussy, rubbing it hard. Her body jerked at the sudden change of orgasmic center.

"Oh fuck...don't you say that name to me!"

I moved up to her large bush and the belly above it. Beth's hand was moving almost in rhythm with my own.

"Your bush...and belly...fuck me..."

Beth's face was grimacing. Her phone pressing hard into her cheek, distorting it. Her breasts wobbled side to side. Beth said nothing, focussing on her rubbings, expecting me to say more.

"And your tits...have milk in them now..."

Beth moved her head to look down at her chest, reminded of their beauty. Their new power.

"Yea...well you'll never fucking get any!"

That one hurt. She knew I wanted it, always tried when we were married. I continued, shocked that she remained on the phone this long. But, her desire to get off was probably much greater than mine in her hormonal state.

"I bet you let Frank squeeze the milk out of them..."

Judging by the speed of her rubbings, Beth looked halfway to orgasm. I could sit and stroke myself to her naked body all day, so I slowed, trying to keep pace. Her aggressive masturbations over the years were taking their toll on her clitoris. Beth pushed hard into it.

"You fucking wish you could...you dick."

And I did. I did wish I could. I also wished I could fuck her up her ass, as Frank did.

"...while he fucks your ass on his back..."

That might have been a little too specific. I didn't care. Just as Beth didn't care when she bent over, mooning me the other day, showing me her dirty asshole. Beth paused, putting some force in her next statement.

"And I let him because I fucking hate you!"

I knew she did. I wanted her to hate me. She wanted to hate me. Needed to hate me, at least at this moment. I wanted to degrade her. To let her know. To have her degrade herself.

"Oh Beth, pull back your legs..."

I just said it for the visual in my mind. To degrade her. For whatever reason, Beth did, reacting out of instinct, desire, anger, hate, or disdain. Her asshole exploded out.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself!"

Oddly enough, I was. I wasn't going to remind her of the irony in her statement. Instead, I was going to stare at between the round ring of hairs at the bottom of her ass.

"Ohh...Elle...look at your fucking asshole..."

Beth kept rubbing through the anger. The venom. It almost looked like her vagina pulsed at the surge of negative energy in her body.

"Don't you DARE call me that. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I dared. Her wet vagina, flaring open, smiled at me. Her bulging asshole stared at me, gasping for air like a dying fish.

"Elle...your bunny hole...finger it again..."

Beth was looking much closer to orgasm. I wondered how much longer the anger talk was going to continue. Her hand moved low, complying with my request. Beth slipped a finger into her asshole.

"You make me sick...not on your fucking life..."

Her voice was transition from one filled with anger, to one filled with sexuality. Apparently, the anger talk was coming to an end now that her rectum was being penetrated.

"Your asshole was dirty...when you mooned me..."

Beth wiggled her finger gently in her rectum, tingling the nerves around her anus. She breathed heavily into the hone.

"That's because... I think your...a piece of...shit..."

I'm sure she did. I wondered if she was feeling any at the moment. Thinking of me as she probed herself anally.

"You are so sexy...on your bed...finger in your ass..."

The intimate description was too exact. Beth slid her finger out of her ass and adjusted her body, moving the phone back in position. The sexuality had left her tone. But her rock hard nipples let me know the excitement did not leave her body.

"Don't you ever fucking call me again and jerk off!"

Her eyes were dark blue and wild, almost blending in with her iris's. Our talk was over. I might as well end it.

"Put your blue nighty on."

I hung up. Beth yelled into the phone.

"Fucking piece of shit!"

She hung up as well and quickly lay back in position. Her dirty finger pushed into her wet vagina.

"Peter, you are such an asshole..."

Her rubbings slowly returned to their fevered pace. Beth began scissoring her legs, moving her body up and down as she grunted.

"Fuck my asshole you shit..."

I grabbed the lotion and squirted on a healthy amount. I was going to match her rapid pace and didn't want to start the China Syndrome on my erection. Beth moved her phone hand down to her belly now that it was free.

"Oh...Peter...oil my fucking milky tits..."

Beth was clearly ready to cum. Her scissors more pronounced. Her head leaning forward, off of the pillows. She was pushing all of her orgasmic feelings to the area between her legs and low on her belly.

"...while you finger my ass..."

It was enough for me. Between the lotion, the requests, and Beth jerking her stomach like a teenage boy who just learned how to masturbate, I exploded.

"Oh...Elle...I'm cumming..."

I wanted her to hear, but obviously, she couldn't. It didn't matter. I knew that her thoughts were on me, and that was all that I could possibly hope for. Well, that, and fucking her up her ass. I squirted again as she started to climax.

"Peter...look at my ass...I want you to..."

Her body jerked. I looked at her ass. Watched is distort into the bed as she fucked herself.

"I'm spreading myself...for you...Peter..."

Her finishing move surprised me. She lifted her left leg back, removed her left hand from it's current task, and spanked herself. My body jerked out the last remaining fluid.

"God...Oh...shit..."

Smack a second time. I had never spanked Beth during sex. Only during foreplay, and never as hard as she just did. Her body seemed to respond, jerking with each spank. But, she stopped at two. Her mouth gurgled.

"Ohhh....woaa...."

Beth's body was settling down. The anger had been released out her clitoris, dripping onto the sheets from her vagina. My own cum created a similar mess. We were spent.

Long, slender fingers gently caressed her vagina, thanking it for the pleasure. Beth looked to her side, sighing heavily. She saw the blue nighty and looked slightly puzzled.

"How the hell did he know I had one?"