Agent Steve tried to stifle a yawn as he watched the computer screen.  Blinking to stay awake, and taking another swig of his lukewarm coffee.  A week of spying on the Smith's was starting to take its toll.  It wasn't a bad post.  The Smith's seemed to be a pleasant enough couple, and they were both easy on the eyes.  But they seemed to be completely ordinary.  Well, at least as far as he could tell from his vantage point.

Why the tech team had decided to put the camera in the blender was a mystery to Steve.  It gave a decent view of the kitchen, but not much else.  There wasn't even a view of the door.  Unless his mission was to detail a list of what the Smith's ate, it was a poor choice of location.

Some movement on the screen caught Steve's attention, and he glanced up.  Through the slightly tinted glass of the blender, he could see a feminine form moving through the kitchen.  Ah, Mrs. Smith's finally awake.  Sitting up a little, Steve adjusted the camera slightly to get a better view.

Mrs. Smith was in her thirties, he guessed, and still very attractive.  She had a curvy figure, with excellent breasts and ass.  Long dark brown hair fell halfway down her back, curly and messy from sleep.  Today she was wearing a thin white nightgown, which clung to her body.  Her nipples visible through the fabric.  The hem high on her thighs, barely hiding what was underneath.

Steve's eyes admired her body as she moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast.  Watching her was one of the perks of the job, her reasoned.  Not to mention his patriotic duty.  He made a small note in the log, noting what time she was up, what she was making for breakfast, and a brief description of what she was wearing.  Steve was nothing if not thorough.

Despite an attempt to remain detached and professional, Steve couldn't help but feel a little aroused at the sight of her.  He could feel his cock start to stiffen in his slacks.  He coughed a little to himself, adjusting his position in his chair self-consciously, despite being alone.  He felt dirty getting aroused watching her, though it wasn't the first time.  Still, he maintained what little composure and professionalism he could, refusing to give in to the desire stirring in his pants.

More motion distracted Steve from ogling Mrs. Smith's body.  Mr. Smith had woken as well now.  Mr. Smith was tall, with an average build.  His black hair peppered with some occasional grey hairs.  Unshaven after a long weekend.  Steve noted all of this in his log, as usual.  He also noted that Mr. Smith was only wearing a pair of boxers.  He refrained from noting that Mr. Smith looked sexy today, or that there was an obvious bulge tenting his underwear.

Truth be told, agent Steve enjoyed seeing Mr. Smith in various stages of undress in the mornings almost as much as he enjoyed the sight of Mrs. Smith.  Though he had a harder time admitting it, and tried to keep much of it out of his logs.  More than once he'd eyed the bulge in Mr. Smith's boxers, wondering what was underneath.

Mr. Smith walked behind his wife, and wrapped his arms around her as she rummaged in the fridge.  Mumbling something into her ear and pressing against her ass.  Steve blushed.  Perhaps the bulge in Mr. Smith's pants was something other than morning wood this morning.  

As Mr. Smith's hands started to roam across his wife's body, teasing her breasts as he sucked on an ear, Steve considered turning off the camera.  This was crossing a line he wasn't entirely comfortable with.  His orders were to observe them, however, and he couldn't deny the excitement he was feeling.

A giggle traveled through the camera and through the headphones on Steve's ears.  The sound quality was low, but Steve could still make out the quiet moan that followed.  As Mr. Smith slid a hand under the hem of Mrs. Smith's nightgown.  Another hand slipped inside to fondle a breast, while the fingers of his other hand deftly started rubbing at Mrs. Smith's pussy.  Steve wondered whether Mr. Smith was fingering her through her panties, or if she was naked underneath.

His curiosity was soon satisfied, as Mrs. Smith turned to face her husband and kiss him long on the mouth.  Steve could see Mr. Smith's hand against the naked skin of her pussy, fingers teasing her clit.  Steve was interested to note that Mrs. Smith had a lovely bush.  He made note in his log.

While his curiosity was slowly being satisfied as he got to see more and more of the couple, he was being more and more turned on, and another part of him growing frustrated.  His cock was completely hard at this point, each moan from her lips making it throb in his slacks.  Mr. Smith slid Mrs. Smith's nightgown down her shoulder and sucked on her nipple, making her shudder and gasp.

Steve couldn't help but moan with her.  Guiltily glancing around, before turning his eyes back to the screen.  It looked like Mrs. Smith was having an orgasm.  Her breathing was heavy, her moans loud.  Mr. Smith's fingers were working quickly on her clit as he continued to suck on her nipple.  Her legs were shaking, as she gripped him tightly, barely able to stand.

Steve was barely able to focus.  Still, he managed to jot down a quick note in his log.  Nothing the time of her orgasm, as well as a few notes on Mr. Smith's technique.  As Mrs. Smith recovered from her orgasm, the couple kissed, long and passionately.  Her nightdress disheveled and hiding almost nothing.  His hard cock pressing against her pussy through his boxers.

As they broke the kiss, Mrs. Smith bit her lip sexily, pushing Mr. Steve towards a nearby chair.  Steve sat up a bit, without thinking about it, thinking that would give him a better view.  But of course, he was at the mercy of the damned tech crew!  Fortunately, the chair was tall, and it turned out Mr. Smith was well endowed.  His cock seemed above average in length as Mrs. Smith slid off his boxers.  Steve made a note.

Mrs. Smith knelt at her husband's feet, pressing her lips to the head of his cock.  Steve watched as she slowly, loving kissed every inch of Mr. Smith's beautiful cock.  Teasing the head with her lips and tongue.  When she slowly slid his cock inside her mouth, Steve's groan was as loud as Mr. Smith's.  Steve eagerly watched her, eye's darting between Mr. Smith's face and her mouth on his cock.

Mrs. Smith's head bobbed up and down Mr. Smith's cocks.  Moans and sucking sounds filling their kitchen, and Steve's voyeuristic ears.  After a few minutes of an intense blowjob, which Steve duly noted in his log, Mrs. Smith took her husband's throbbing cock.  She looked up and him with what must have been the world's sexiest smile, but Steve couldn't see it.  He made an unpleasant note about the tech team in his log.

Glancing back up, he could see Mrs. Smith standing up, spreading her legs and hitching up her nightgown as she straddled her husband's lap.  Steve had an amazing view of her ass and pussy, and the half scribbled note to the tech team was forgiven and forgotten.  Standing over her husband's cock, Mrs. Smith kissed him, her hands around his neck.

As she slowly started to lower herself down onto his cock, Steve groaned.  Jotting down one last note in his log.  *Agent Temporarily Incapacitated.*  Quickly undoing his pants, Steve slid them down to his ankles, finally releasing his hard cock.  It ached and throbbed as he wrapped his hand around it, leaning back and sighing.  But not closing his eyes.

He watched as Mr. Smith's hard cock slowly filled Mrs. Smith's wet pussy.  The three of them groaning in unison.  Mrs. Smith wrapped her arms around her husband head, pulling his mouth to her breast as she slowly started to rock back and forth in his lap.  Steve's hand started slowly stroking his cock as he watched.

After a long week, and an incredible morning, Steve wasn't sure how long he could last.  But he wanted to cum with the couple.  As strange as it was, he felt like he was a part of their lovemaking.  As he'd been a strange part of their morning's day after day.  His hand on his cock started to stroke up and down, faster and faster as Mrs. Smith started to bounce up and down on Mr. Smith's cock.  Soon all three of them were moaning loudly as the strange trio neared orgasm.

With a loud moan, Mrs. Smith was the first to cum.  Gasping, and fiercely clutching her husband's head to her breast.  Her husband came soon after, thrusting up into her pussy, and holding her tight.  Steve could see his cock throb he came inside her.  With a groan almost loud enough for the couple to hear across the street or through that silly little camera, Steve came last.

Heavy breathing filled the surveillance van and kitchen alike, as all three slowly recovered from their orgasms.  Steve was content to just sit for a few moments, catching his breath and watch the couple.  Mr. and Mrs. Smith kissed slowly, hands gently caressing each other as their breathing slowed.  

After a few minutes, Mrs. Smith stood up.  Mr. Smith's soft cock sliding out from her pussy.  Her thighs wet.  She gave Mr. Smith a final soft kiss, then took his hand and slowly led him out of the kitchen.  Towards the shower, Steve presumed.  He watched their naked asses as they slipped out of the kitchen, laughing.

Sighing Steve made another note on the incompetence of the tech team.  He wished he could watch them some more.  They were such a lovely couple.  He wondered why they were being watched.  Not that he cared at this point.

Agent Steve cleaned himself up, and wrote down a summary of what happened since he was incapacitated. He felt strange writing down the intimate sight he had just witnessed. But he wanted to remember it, and it was after all his duty. Agent Steve, assigned to spy on Mr. and Mrs. Smith.