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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I checked the signal on the monitors I had set up. The picture was coming through crisp and clear on each camera. I four set up to capture everything that was to happen that evening in the bedroom. In my bedroom, our bedroom, our marital bed. I was going to watch my wife being fucked by another man.
Let's take this back to the start. I had come home after a late shift. Kicking off my shoes, hanging up my keys, I could sense something was odd, out of the ordinary, but I couldn't work out what. The lights were down low in the lounge and my wife was sat at the computer desk. A half empty wineglass next to her. She stood up, draped her arms around my neck and told me she had been doing something. Something you might not approve of, she said. I was curious, and excited.
She then explained to me how she'd been playing an online pool game, innocently at first, chatting to the other person, some guy in America. The gmae went on, the conversation flowed and soon enough turned sexual. She'd never done this before tonight, she told me, but got so caught up so swiftly that before she knew it she had her hands in her knickers and was fingering herself whilst typing obscene descriptions to her online lover with one hand.
My head span. My trousers bulged and she felt my excitement. She had cum, she told me and wanted to cum again but waited for me to get home. Was it OK? How did I feel? I answered her with a kiss and told her I wanted her to do it again, do it whilst I watched. She smiled with glee and I spent the rest of that evening under the desk, between my wife's open thighs licking and fignering her cunt as she chatted filth to several different online lovers. I'd never felt her wetter or enjoyed the taste of her cunt more than I did that night. She came on my face over and over again, begging both me and her other guys not to stop. I think it was about 5am before we eventually went to bed.
So that's how it started. Now we're onto the next level, the natural conclusion I suppose. I have rigged up the cameras and tested the microphone, under the pillow, discretely hidden way. She tests the reception by saying 'fuck me, yeah, fuck me' over and over at varying levels of volume. I can hear perfectly and I will tonight too. You see, she's been on a dating site for while and this evening her chosen fella is coming over. I'm banished to the shed with a six pack of beer and bottle of lube. Orders are to watch, to enjoy then to come back in when he's gone and clean her up. Fine by me. This is going to be agonisingly enjoyable, uncomfortably delightful.
I call her and tell her to test the camera angles, to see what I'll be watching tonight. The side view, to see her big tits sway as he fucks her doggystyle. The view towards the headboard, make sure you spend a good while in reverse cowgirl I tell her. The top of the wardrobe camera, taking in all the bed for a good missionary shot. And the bedside table, up close to the pillow, for sucking and hopefully a cum shot.She acts out all these positions in the silly, giddy way that I love.
She takes a shower and we both have a glass of wine. She's dressed in figure hugging lingerie, a tight black dress on and not much else. She doesn't want to waste time, she tells me and I agree. We kiss and I run a hand up her thigh. She opens her legs to invite me in and hooks her knickers aside with a finger. I slide inside her and feel how wet she is already. She's been horny as fuck all day, she tells me and I say I've been feeling the same. We deny each other the temptation of ripping our clothes off and getting down to it right there, knowing the greater prize awaits us both.
7pm, almost time. I hear a car pull up to the drive. She kisses me passionately and I take me leave, into the shed. As I close the back door I hear her open the front and her voice, sultry, sexy, welcomes him into our home. I scurry off to the shed, to watch, to wank, to wait until I am needed by her again. |
