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Reading Her e-Male Ch. 01

By: MrFrustration



It served me right for reading her texts.

I think if I hadn't been snooping, I'd have never known she was cheating on me.

My wife Stephanie was on Facebook Messenger so much, constantly texting friends and enjoying the rapid-fire chatter online. It was her way of unwinding after a long, intense day of handling unruly fifth graders. I guess one way to combat the noise in your head is to fill it with pleasant noise, and it was a great way to talk to friends without using the phone. 

Her texting was a nightly ritual of chatting for an hour or so until she fell asleep. Some days she'd hold several conversations at once, and her facial expressions changed rapidly with the different topics. One minute she'd stare seriously at her screen, and suddenly she would erupt in a fit of laughter at a joke, then curse under her breath at something stupid her mother said.

I found Steph's habit amusing some nights, distracting at other times, and occasionally I would feel ignored, left out of her little world. But normally I just let her unwind and fall asleep. I was fine with her texting, and she knew I sometimes saw her friend feed. We had many of the same friends, so we'd swap stories on texts we'd seen. So I had a natural curiosity about her life online.

One afternoon, I came home early from work and saw the iPad on the bed. I picked it up, flipped to Messenger, and read a few rounds of the usual friendly patter she'd been engaging in. And that's where I saw it. The Message.

Five contacts down in the recent messages index was a Facebook name I'd never seen. It was a pseudonym, with a cartoon for a profile icon. Definitely not a co-worker or friend I'd never met. Jack Kafania. The kind of name you use in juvenile moments like prank calls and silly hotel identities. Next to the cartoon icon and silly name was the last text he'd sent, which was "LOL".

Who was this? Why would my wife have a friend in her feed with an anonymous identity? I opened the message. Her preceding text to him had a link to an article about our city's counterculture, with her saying:

- Here's another reason you should come visit!

Visit? What the fuck? Who is this guy? I scrolled back the feed, and saw it went four months back in time, with a lot of extensive conversation. OK, time to investigate.

Since he was a Messenger contact, this guy had to be a Facebook friend too. I opened up Stephanie's page and looked at her friends list. Jones...Kafania...there it is. She's friends with someone with a shitty secret identity? 

I opened the page and scanned his feed. Some guy giving the usual funny guy feed of the cynical socio-political critic, a Jon Stewart wannabe...memes, links to satirical sites and web comics...where does this guy live? Dallas suburbs, married, is a writer...here's a link to his website. Open it...somebody named Blair. Author of web comics - that explains his feed. And here's a link to his publications...wait a second. There's a pic of a novel she'd bought years ago, written by her...

Fuck, it's him! David, the old boyfriend! Why is he writing with a fake name on Facebook? Wait, why is she writing him about visiting?

What the hell is going on?

When I feel fear, real fear like I'm in danger or the hammer's about to drop, my skin starts to feel flushed and a low, burning heat crawls through my skin. I'm tingling now, and I'm dreading this. Now I need to read that entire message thread. What are they talking about? Open Messenger, scroll back...keep going...here's the beginning...the usual "wow, great to get back in touch again" stuff. OK, nothing much. Keep going. Two weeks ahead. Here's something...

- Hey, sorry I was such a shitty girlfriend...

- That's OK. I had a lot of growing up to do as well. What the hell, we were kids, right?

Hmm...usual catching-up banter between two old lovers. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

- Remember that time we were in your house and your mom walked in on us?

Teenage sex memories? Cool. What happened?

- Fuck that was horrifying. I had you tied to the bed, blindfolded, and your pants wrapped around your ankles.

Blindfolded?? Interesting for being only 17 at the time. And this got TMI really fast.

- Hahahaha!! And your mom opened the door, screamed, and ran out. She had her back turned to me the whole time until I left.

Yup, typical Nadine. Ever the drama mama.

- I think I made you swear off bondage for the rest of your life.

- No, I had a healthy respect for sexuality afterward. I got into some pretty good sexual shit after we broke up. I like the experiences.

OK, even when I had talked with my exes about the deep stuff, I never got into old sex discussions. By the way, when was this? Check the time-stamp: Saturday, May 13, at 11:45 pm. Where were you? Check the calendar...flip back to May...camping trip with girlfriends! Are you texting each other after everyone's asleep?

- It's too late to apologize to my mom now, but I do feel bad about that. LOL

- Hmm...I can't believe how sexual we got together. And how uninhibited you were once we got the virginity shit out of the way.

- I know. Hey, does your laptop have a webcam?

- Yes.

- Want to chat? Everyone's asleep, and I'm so fucking bored right now.

- Where are you?

- Camping, with friends. Husband's at home with the boys and I'm listening to my girlfriend snore. I can't sleep and I'm really glad you're up too.

- Got a chance to get away, huh?

- I can barely handle my husband at times, and the kids are so much to manage. I just needed a break.

- Um...hey, you gonna turn your camera on?

- Oh, right! Sorry.

They got on cam to chat now, in the middle of the night? Away from home, too. What happened then? Conversation dead after that point. Hold on, it picks up at 5:30 am.

- Hey, thanks for last night. I needed that.

- No problem. I'm here for you. And I had fun.

Fun! What kind of fun at midnight on a trip away from home?? Jesus, what's going on here...how has this only now come to my attention, four months later?

OK, cool it, I told myself. There is no way you can draw any conclusions from these text conversations, beyond the fact that two ex-lovers related an after-school sexual misadventure and had a good laugh in the end. But there's fifteen things wrong here, not the least of which is the fact there's a conversation going on miles away from my home in the middle of the night that gets sexually deep fast and switches to a webcam conversation for how many hours?

Heart pounding, I briefly scanned the rest of the messages, but couldn't see anything else of apparent value. Calm down, calm down, I thought. There's nothing you can confront her with now that won't do anything but give away the fact you've been reading her texts on some private life she had in the past. If anything, she'll be mad at you for like, ever.

But you know, she offered him a chance to visit, right? I sat on the bed, frozen.

That could be anything. It's most likely a joke, I told myself. Still...everything felt not right at all. My skin was still crawling with tension and fear. 

Suddenly, the door slammed downstairs. I made certain to close out the programs I was reading, and put the iPad down. This may or may not be an affair. Okay, don't say or do anything until you know more, I thought, and made a resolution to keep an open mind about it.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were clammy with sweat. I hadn't been this nervous in ages about my wife! Strangely enough, the tension of wondering about my wife's fidelity, and the fear of getting caught investigating blood made the blood race through my body, and as I stood up I realized I had become...very visibly aroused. I furiously tried to think of work and basketball as I made my way downstairs.

Steph looked up at me from the kitchen, surprised. "You're home early. Where have you been all this time?"

"Oh, reading," I said.

"Let's get dinner ready. The boys are starving."

That night, after dinner and after the kids had finally gone to sleep, we were laying on our own bed watching Netflix. She sat up against the headboard, and I laid facing forward on the bed, watching TV and checking messages at the same time. 

Stephanie was always gorgeous to me, and got only more beautiful with age. She had beautiful long, red curly hair that danced on her shoulders, a stunning face with hypnotic hazel eyes and a splash of freckles on her cheeks and lips. I could kiss those lips for hours given the opportunity. 

She was incredibly shapely, with a classic hourglass figure. Her ass was a nice round handful I loved to grab onto at any moment. And her breasts were a beautiful pair of 38DDs, small cantaloupe-sized cushions that I loved to kiss, lick, feel, squeeze, and suck on all the time. And I loved to fuck them, too, almost as much as I loved to fuck her amazing pussy. Her nipples could send my cock into overdrive, and she loved to tease me with them, licking them and sucking them in front of me, pinching the nipples as I begged her to let me have my way with her.

Let's just say I could fuck that woman anytime and anywhere...and my desire for her never diminished for over 18 years.

The fact we'd been together for such a long time didn't detract me from enjoying her. Sure, I got bored occasionally. I loved to watch porn and dug the excitement of seeing young nude girls fucking and sucking their way to my heart, but I really just loved looking at all women. I'd switch genres often to keep things interesting. Slim college girls, voluptuous 90's-style porn stars, busty MILFs, BBWs, black girls, Asians, hairy, shaved, blondes, brunettes, redheads...truth is, I never got tired of looking at cute and beautiful women.

But once I saw Stephanie in the flesh, I couldn't help myself. I was in love and lust, all at the same time. And if I couldn't fuck her, I'd do anything to feel her beautiful body one way or another.

I grabbed her foot, and started rubbing.

"Ohhh," she moaned. Please don't stop. My feet are so sore today."

"Not a problem," I said. I got up out of bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked, tensing up.

"Relax," I said, and walked to the dresser. I pulled out a bottle of massage lotion. "If your feet hurt that much, then desperate times call for desperate measures." She smiled, and I returned to the bed and began the real work of massaging her feet. I gave the arches a working-over for nearly twenty minutes. I didn't mind the work. My mind was racing over what I'd read, so I welcomed the distraction from any weird conversation.

"Oh my god. I needed that so bad," she moaned.

We turned in for the night, and she snuggled up close to me into a spooning position. The job I did on her feet brought back her circulation, and, relaxed, her body felt soft and warm. My pelvis, snug against her ass, acted on its own accord, and my cock was soon erect despite the gnawing sense of doubt I'd felt all afternoon. She moved her buttocks slightly, as if to check my hard-on was for real.

"Do you want sex? I'm really tired, but I'm happy to help you out."

"Sure, baby." I slid my pajama bottoms down. My dick, set free, was now rubbing against the silky fabric of her nightgown. She pulled it up over her curvy ass, and I felt the heat of her skin against my member. We were both tired, but my cock had a mind of its own tonight.

Stephanie crouched into the doggy position. "Just don't cum in me, OK? I don't want to take a shower afterwards."

Suddenly I started to panic. What if she really was cheating? Maybe not with him, but other people? Do I want to endear myself to her knowing of the possibility? No, never mind - I'm still looking for clues. Besides, I was horny as fuck now.

"What about you? I said. "I can make it worth your while."

"No, that's okay. This is for you." I felt a pang of disappointment. I wanted us to get aroused together, strip naked, feel the warmth of our bodies, and then I would work on her pussy and get her insanely worked up with my tongue flicking her clit and my fingers twisting gently in her sweet little hole. Then she would come hard, and I'd fuck her with abandon knowing I'd satisfied her every whim, until I came and shot my load from my aching cock into her beautiful, warm...

But not tonight. She was too tired to enjoy sex properly, but willing to please me. I accepted the offer of a one-sided fuck, and positioned myself behind her ass. She spread her knees, and I moistened the tip of my cock with some spit before slowly inserting myself. Since she wasn't properly warmed up, I went in slowly so I wouldn't hurt her. 

Once I was fully inside, I began thrusting. Steph moved her hips backward as I pushed, which increased the pleasure my cock was feeling as it moved in her moistening pussy. She was trying, subtly, to get me off faster, and I was trying, to last longer in the hopes that she might end up getting turned on. Sometimes I it happened and we'd have fantastic sex as a result, and I enjoyed the added pleasure of knowing I managed to persuade my wife into a good time through my fucking abilities. But tonight I let things take their natural course, and quickened my pace with my building desire. She wiggled her ass, and I grabbed it and slapped against it repeatedly. Then I felt that familiar buzzing in the head of my prick that signaled I was going to cum.

"Can I cum on you?" I said.

"Whatever you like, honey," she said, and bucked her hips back. I couldn't see her face, but I think she was enjoying her ability to strike oil.

I pulled out, and pressed my dick into the crack of her ass. The juice from her pussy and my precum had made my cock slick, and I rubbed the tip between her cheeks and over the tight rosebud of her asshole. The slight change of texture was just enough to set the nerves of my penis on fire and push me over the edge. I gripped my cock in my fist and jacked it for dear life. A final thrust and my pelvis jolted involuntarily, making me shoot my liquid cargo in an arc over her tailbone and onto her back. It landed with a splat. She lay forward and I rested on top of her momentarily as I recovered, then rolled off. 

Stephanie immediately got up out of bed and found an old t-shirt, and wiped the jizz off her backside. She then went to the bathroom, then came back to bed and kissed me goodnight.

"Thanks," I said. "I needed that."

"My pleasure."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Goodnight." She rolled over, and in three minutes was sound asleep.

I felt pretty good, despite that gnawing doubt in my gut. I was sorry that we didn't have a good proper fuck together where we both came, but I was glad that we were able to have sex and not have an argument about it. That, or a litany of excuses and negotiations to have some form of sexual playtime, which was OK once in a while but overuse made one end up feeling used. 

I rolled over and lay behind her, and placed my hand on the small of her back and rubbed gently. She moaned softly in her sleep, and I gave her a little back massage to carry her into the next morning's drudgery. In time I'd fall asleep, happy that I didn't need to sneak down to the office again for a quick porno.

* * * * * * *

The next day, Stephanie went shopping, and I had a free half hour to myself at home, so I used that time in the office to catch up on the remaining documentation since they renewed their friendship. The email search initially proved fruitless. I was able to peek into her Gmail account, and with an anonymous browser and a few keywords I was able to dig up the conversations they'd had over the last few years, and switch off with no history of my sleuthing. 

Everything was as benign as you could imagine it would be for two people catching up on each other's lives, with a bit of added detail here and there for people who have been closely associated. Having a been in a relationship adds a certain insider quality to the talk which can annoy the hell out of your significant other, even if they're not the jealous type, which Stephanie is. I resolved to watch my mouth a little more carefully should I ever encounter one of my exes in the future with my wife.

But I'd opened up an internal Pandora's Box of sorts with that one little text last night, and I needed to make sure the conversation that took place was just that before I could feel comfortable enough to close it up for good. Maybe I read one too many stories of careless talk and paper trails revealing a web of deceit and infidelity, so I needed to properly put the clamps on this doubt. 

Weirdly enough, it made me excited, too. What went on after her talk with David switched over to webcam? And for how long? One hour, maybe two? Probably nothing, but the fact they'd talked about sex in pretty graphic detail made my mind race about what they could have been discussing...and then they touch base the following morning? I started to get hot and cold again, and my cock tightened up in my pants as I sat at the desk, thinking.

I flipped through some more emails, reading the usual stuff about life after breaking up. It's when I see this one from Stephanie:

- So, please tell me what you see in an open marriage. I just can't imagine myself in one.

- We just have strong sexual appetites, and we like to try different things. But we still love each other more, and we show more care and attention to ourselves than to other people we're with temporarily. And the sex is way hotter after we come back from our trips away.

Yow. More sexual talk. How far back does this go? Nearly one week before the camping trip. Interesting. I kept flipping.

In another message thread, they discussed their high school sex escapades.

- You know, the day we ditched school and had that bout of marathon sex? I never thought I'd get over it. I was floored when we broke up.

- Yeah, me too. We had bigger things to do in adult life I guess. I always thought about you afterwards.

- I think I made a good mess of my life for a while after, relationship-wise. But you're one of only two people I never ever cheated on.

- That's amazing to hear. I have worried about things I didn't know from time to time. I'm glad. Especially after all the crazy sex we used to have, and I didn't know what hit me after we broke up. That was some crazy shit we did, right?

- Oh yeah, indeed! You know, nobody could suck a cock like you.

Well. Somebody was getting nostalgic. And he was right. Nobody could suck a cock like her. She could get me anytime she pulled my pants down and got to her knees. My cock would always be ready. Her warm, wet mouth would envelop my swollen member and in mere minutes bring me to an ecstatic eruption of love juice. Her tongue could be soft as a pillow one minute, and a muscular boa constrictor choking its prey the next. I felt my dick swell with every pleasurable memory. God, I wish she'd still do that to me now!

Nothing else came from my research that afternoon. But I was so fucking hot 

from the thought of my wife sucking my dick...or her first boyfriend's...or someone else's, even? I needed relief fast. I did find a quick five-minute video of a busty, freckled redhead working her bee stung lips up and down her victim's cock in a POV single-shot clip. The man working the camera and getting sucked off said nothing, but you could hear his breathing getting heavier and thicker as the girl went on. 

Finally, she went all out and bum-rushed the shaft, swallowing it whole and gagging, bobbing her head furiously up and down, until at last the man groaned a loud "unnnghh", and gave the girl enough time to come up for air as his penis twitched and spurted his thick white load on her face. My hand and cock were working in time to the entire video, and I came in sync with the couple, gushing white frothy milk onto my hand. 


Reading Her e-Male Ch. 01



I heard the front door slam shut, and I had just enough time to shove my fist, now iced with cum, into my jeans pocket for a quick wipe-up, then join the family in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

That night, we had a similar bedtime routine. I rubbed her feet, but she was too tired for sex. So I waited until she was asleep and I whacked off to another video or two. The orgasm made me tired like always, and I crept back up to bed and quietly got under the covers. 

Just as I was falling asleep, I heard her phone ping with a message alert. I knew from the tone it was not her e-mail, but her text messenger. That woke me up. Who would be texting at this hour? I waited a minute until I was sure I could hear her snoring, then crawled out of bed and crept across the floor to her side. I picked up her cell phone and looked at her messenger app. 

There it was: new message, from Jack Kafania.

- Hey, how are you? Thinking about you again, and I'd really love another chance to 'chat', LOL

Fucking hell! There something going on after all!

Too late to find out now, nothing concrete. I'll have to keep this on file until I get more info. No sense in waking her up for an interrogation. Sleep on it.

The next day, we packed the kids off to school, went off to our respective jobs, and I determined I'd just go about the day. I had coffee, a few meetings, the usual task list, and nothing to worry about in the matter of Stephanie and David/"Jack" while it was daylight. I could passively check the iPad at night and see if any further exchanges took place. 

It was a little difficult to concentrate on my work, what with all the thoughts swirling through my head about how our marriage had gotten to this point. So I closed the door to my office, leaned back in my chair and thought.

A lot can happen in 18 years of marriage. We wore off a lot of the rough edges, and Steph and I learned to be happy with the necessary compromises to make a marriage last. A big one is accepting that careers are exhausting but necessary, so you learn to adjust your expectations in your leisure activities. After a hard day or days at school, she was too wound up for sex, and rather than make it a constant issue in the bedroom, I'd wait until I'd hear her snore, then head quietly downstairs to my office to look at some porn videos and jerk off so I could sleep. That's how I unwound.

Once the weekend arrived and we both got our batteries somewhat recharged, we'd get the kids settled, sneak upstairs, and have sex. Some days we'd enjoy a long hour of lusty fucking, but most times we'd hear the door knock before we could get really busy. So we'd get a quick screw in with the help of a vibrator, cum, and then hit the showers so we could get on with the day. 

Sex was nice, and we tried to make it frequent - two times a week was a good week for me. But over time it became par for the course, and without the time for foreplay or intimate cuddling afterwards, we were losing the feeling of intimacy. It started feeling like we were working on a punch list of managing everyone's needs until we were too tired to focus on ourselves, and sex became part of that routine, too. Wait until Saturday, and find fifteen minutes somewhere to get off. 

With Stephanie's chatting taking up a good chunk of the weekday evening time we could be having together, I was feeling malnourished on the love side of our marriage. 18 years of managing busy schedules, kids and personal priorities allow for certain habits to develop to circumvent issues that, if left unchecked, can create a serious emotional vacuum. I was sort of aware of it, especially during sex that we were taking things for granted. But I generally tried to keep the big picture in mind.

Occasionally, if she wasn't around, I'd check her tablet and read her texts. This was mostly out of curiosity, not suspicion. I knew Steph's friends, and most of us got along, so when she was texting I'd peek over occasionally and ask what was going on, and she'd tell me. Likewise, I'd relate some funny stuff about my friends.

We knew about our private lives before we got together, so we had our exes in our social media accounts. In the pre-Facebook era, it was taboo for both of us. I found an ex was living overseas, so I had contacted her by e-mail. She was happy to hear from me, and we had a short correspondence until I told my wife, and she was livid. It was OK to have a crush from junior high in your address book, but someone with whom you had once been intimate was crossing the line in Stephanie's book. So I apologized profusely for my ignorance, and promptly cut it off.

Once Facebook hit critical mass, you were able to find pretty much anyone, so naturally my curiosities were aroused. I lurked a bit at some old girlfriends' pages, but knowing that contact was taboo, I sent no friend requests. That changed the day when, In the course of my research, I found her first serious boyfriend from high school was on FB, so I passed his info along to her as an FYI. She looked him up and discovered he had become a published author, so she bought a copy of his novel on Amazon to read. That was pretty cool, I thought. 

The following week, she asked my permission to contact him, just to catch up. I said I had no problem, and I wanted to contact one of my old flames as well because we did care for each other after we'd parted ways. So Stephanie reluctantly agreed, and our little taboo was no more. As a way of showing we trusted each other, we passed along anecdotes about our exes, and kept the chats short and sweet.

Several years went by, and we'd pretty much let this be a "gimme" in our relationship. Still friends on paper with the exes, brief correspondences, and if either one of us was worried, we'd take things down a notch, and reassure each other of our loyalty. I was not worried for one minute that her friendship with "Jack" was anything but.

Until yesterday.

If I had any reason to doubt my instincts on the first message I'd read, the subsequent texts, capped by this most recent ping in the middle of the night, threw out any and all suspension of disbelief. Something was going on, and things were taking a very sexual tone, fast. Some late night IM-ing on a camping trip followed by God knows what happened on video...then a few months later, talk of a visit. And now, that message: 

- Thinking about you again... I'd really love another chance to 'chat', LOL

What had gone on during this last "chat"...while you were a couple hundred miles away in a cabin with your girlfriends all asleep? While my mind could race at hundred miles an hour waxing eloquently on the erotic possibilities, I needed to be rational here. An affair left unchecked can become a very serious issue...even a deal breaker for either of us.

Obviously, they hadn't met locally yet, because they were only recently talking about a visit, in pretty passive terms compared to the level of sexual detail they'd shared up to that point. So he was a couple thousand miles off at home still. If any "affair" was taking place, it was emotional, and in the early stages. I could live with that. Could be a quick heavy flirtation, then back to business and our regular lives. But now he wanted to meet again online...and do what, exactly?

Confronting my wife with this finding was possible, but I still had no basis of knowing exactly what was happening. For all I knew, I could be as wrong as Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn, and get myself really humiliated and in a lot of trouble to boot.

It might be better to hold off until an actual meeting occurred online, and I'd have access to a longer transcript to get more facts. But Steph would have to agree to a meeting first. He made the invitation, and now the ball was in her court. So I'd wait and see what was going to come about. If nothing happened, then I could just drop the matter. If something did...well, we'd know more and have a bigger decision to make.

Once I got my thoughts in order, I was OK until it was time for lunch. That's when it hit me that she could be texting him during her own lunch break. I felt clammy again. Would she? What would they say? A lot could happen in an hour. Knowing that she kept the same accounts on her phone as on her iPad at home, I realized that I could see some of her conversations in real time. Good god! What if they're talking now? I had to know.

I got into the car and raced home, and ran upstairs to our bedroom. I found the tablet, and checked the messages. Nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt the shame creep in on me I always felt when my hunch was wrong. What a fucking waste of time. I got back in the car and headed back to the office to finish the workday.

At night, I saw Stephanie sitting in the bed, texting her friends again. I scanned her face for any telltale changes. Nothing. She was looking rather seriously at her messages, which meant she was probably reading a long diatribe by her mother or bestie about something wrong with the man they were with, and then she'd follow up with four or five minutes of steady writing.

But suddenly, she stopped and stared thoughtfully at her screen. Then, a slow smile began to creep on her face, and she pounded out a few quick notes before her face broke into a broad grin. Then she turned the iPad off and rolled over to get some shuteye.

"Good news?" I asked.

"Huh?" she replied.

"You looked pretty happy there for a minute."

"Oh. Yeah, I got some good news from Kath. Sorry, I've got a big day coming up, and I'm really tired."

"OK. Goodnight."

As she lay sleeping, I thought about her latest IM exchange. As I was wondering if I should snoop on her again, the iPad chimed again with another message. I snuck over and looked it up. I deliberately scrolled back to get the entire conversation they'd had that morning. It read:

- ...I'd really love another chance to "chat", LOL.

- Me too. But FaceTime's a little risky.

- Yeah, my wife may look at my iPad and see the call. There must be some other way.

- Let me think.

- I really want to see your face again. 

- Me too.

- Maybe there's a website where we could talk on webcam without anyone knowing?

- Hmm...hey, you know what? There's these online chatrooms where you can do just that anonymously.

- Oh, rly?

- Yeah, have you heard of ChatSpank?

- Oh my god. You know about that site?

- Yeah, I caught my husband a few times looking at it. But you know, it's perfect because you go there to watch people masturbate online and you can talk to them. Everyone's anonymous. And you can go into a private session and nobody would see you.

- You know, I never thought of it that way.

- Do you have an account?

- You're kidding, right? It's morbidcock92.

- Ha! I remember that! Your little guy's nickname!

- And the year we were an item. What's yours?

- I'll get it set up. Hang on...ScarlettCarPet. How's that?

- LOL. I remember your hair color quite well.

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- Yeah, but I gotta check on what my wife's doing. We may be both into swinging, but it's different since it's you. I'll let you know when I can guarantee she's not in.

- Ditto. xoxo

Oh man. They wanted to have a private talk online. And if this was going to take place in a sex chatroom, there was only one possible way this was going to go.

And now, the final note that came in while she slept:

- How about tomorrow night?

How about it, indeed? Man, shit was getting real fast.

* * * * * * *

In the darkness of our room, while Stephanie slept, I was wide awake, furiously in thought. I suspected my wife was being unfaithful; now had it in writing. This was sexual, plain and simple. Thanks to me, I had given them the impetus to meet, and they found themselves still in sexual intrigue after all this time. Now they had deliberately created the possibility of a clandestine meeting sometime in the near future. 

This got my gorge rising. My wife, a cheat! And with boy #1 at that. And I had no-one to blame but myself. It was out of my hands at this point, and I couldn't confront her on this - first, nothing had happened yet, and second, what the hell was I doing spying on her anyway? Third, I gave her the means to contact him, so at best I shared the blame for putting them back together. 

My hands were tied - momentarily, at least, until I could get some concrete evidence of the impending tryst. But thanks to the web, they had a resource to chat anonymously - and I had no way of knowing what would go down. I mean, you could easily do the math, but I didn't have a way to see this happening that would hold up in court.

Or did I? I had a sudden burst of inspiration that broke me out of my funk.

Unbeknownst to Stephanie, I was a ChatSpank user mod, which gave me enough power on the site to ban assholes who harassed the girls and guys on cams from the rooms. And to avoid any trouble on the "private" shows requiring a password, my privs extended there as well should anybody prove to be uncooperative. Effectively it gave me license to spy anywhere on the site...even on my wife!

Well, now it was certain that my wife was in the early stages of stepping out on our marriage, which absolutely terrified me. At the same time, I couldn't turn away, especially as it was happening right in front of me in a very convenient way for me to access. That excited me beyond belief. I was repulsed by the thought of my wife getting sexual outside our marital agreement, but the fear and stress built up in me made me profoundly aroused. 

I looked down and saw my cock tenting in my PJ's. I loosened the waistband and looked down. Holy shit, it was hard! Every vein was popping out, and the head was an angry purple. Precum had started to drip from the meatus. Just like a young teen knowing he was finally going to lose his virginity, my cock had responded to the stress and excitement with the same intensity. 

I was a sea of confused emotions, but the old soldier was standing rigidly at attention, aching and ready for business. I gripped the shaft and started stroking, and thinking about my wife on ChatSpank made me rigid with excitement and burning with lust to a level I'd never felt before in a committed relationship. It was like I was a participant as much as they were. Precum was now leaking out of my cock and I beat off furiously, until I came hard and gobs of cum spilled over my fist. Ohmygod! I was panting from the excitement knowing I could really be in for a show.

I cleaned up and went to bed, plotting how I could get this thing to happen. I wouldn't know the consequences until later, but for now, I needed concrete proof that my hunches were no longer paranoid bursts of imagination. And I was going to get it.

I racked my brain for an opportunity to be called away suddenly so I could view this meeting from afar. And then it hit me. I had an afternoon offsite conference followed by business networking that I could easily slip away from. No-one would be in the office working late. And I could log into that chat room and see what was going to happen!

* * * * * * *

The next morning, I called my wife from work and told her that I had an emergency team "triage" session on the product we were releasing, and I would be home very late, probably past midnight. Usually, she responded with a flat tone of resignation, and I would apologize and promise to handle the kids for her the next night. But she was cheerful, and told me not to worry, get a good dinner and drive home safe. Bingo. I knew she saw her window of opportunity and was going to go for it.

I finished work a few hours late, and went to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and watched TV in the bar until it was roughly the time for the kids to be put in bed. Another half hour to unwind, and then she'd probably get online. I drove back to work, signed in with security, headed to my office, locked the door and drew the blinds.

I got out my tablet, and made certain I hadn't been connected to the company Wi-Fi. I didn't know how vigilant IT was about internet usage, but I didn't want to take any chances streaming adult content on the network. So I checked the tablet was properly on 4G, logged into my ChatSpank account, and waited.

The splash page had tabs for different categories of webcams that were online, so I switched between "women" and "men" and browsed for the names morbidcock92 and ScarlettCarPet. Since they weren't planning on playing to a public audience, I had to search the back pages through the players with the least amount of viewers or in "private show" mode. 

At about 9:45, I saw the name ScarlettCarPet, with the picture above it greyed out and a superimposed title that ScarlettCarPet was in a private show. Bingo.

I clicked the link and got taken into the room. Hopefully she wouldn't see the indicator to the right that another user was in the room, even though he was labeled as a mod. No alarms were raised.

There she was, staring directly into the screen, with a wine glass in her hand. She was smiling as she stared, that quiet look one gives when they are relaxed and sexually attentive. Her red curly hair was down from her usual ponytail, and flowing around her shoulders. She was still wearing her navy blue blouse from work, which meant that she didn't want to waste time getting ready for this call.

I couldn't see David, but I could tell he was on the line because he was texting. Her audio was on, which I could tell because I could her breathing and the sound of her typing on her keyboard. I suppose she was typing because she didn't realize the audio was on, or didn't want to wake the kids. Another typical night of sexy chatting.

I could see their chat in the text box on the right.

- God, you look fantastic.

- Thank you.

- I didn't know if you wanted to see me after I signed off last night. I was afraid you would chicken out.

- Sorry, I didn't know my husband's schedule. Then he told me this morning he had to work late.

- Lucky me. :)

- LOL

They talked a bit more about things, old high school memories and recaps of mutual friends, and the scandal stories everyone brings up during reunions. And the divorce count of all the alumni.

- God, what would I do if my husband found out? He'd divorce me, but fast.

- How do you know he's not getting any on the side?

Steph frowned, then broke into a sarcastic smile. 

- He's got a loyal streak. And he's a very attentive lover. We just don't have time to enjoy it much these days. He's rarely out of the house at night, with the exception of work stuff. I don't think he's that kind of guy.

- You're lucky. My wife left me two weeks ago.

- OMG. What happened?

- She just packed up and moved out. She didn't say. I'm sure she'll let me know later on...probably one of her lovers made a long-term offer to her that she liked.

- Jesus. I'm sorry.

- Thanks. I'll be OK. We've done this before. Maybe she'll come back after six weeks and we'll rehash the 'no blame' talk and settle back down. I mean, I'll try to figure out what to do on my end and hope she'll improve things on hers.

- You need counseling.

- Been there, done that. We like fucking the pain away.

Steph smiled. 

- Is that why you're talking with me tonight?

- No, LOL. Well, maybe a bit. I am very glad we're talking again. It's good to have an old friend in your life.

- Thanks. 

Stephanie was resting her chin on one hand, elbow on the desk. The other played very slowly with the stem of the wine glass. She took a long sip.

- I'm on my third glass now. Can you tell?

- Nice!

- I needed to get up the nerve to do this. I wasn't sure where this would end up.

- Well, if it helps, I'm really enjoying my shit tonight.

- How high are you?

- I'm feeling good. But still functional. I'm very appreciative of the way you look right now.




Reading Her e-Male Ch. 01



Stephanie's hand moved slowly from her chin to her shoulder, and she began to stroke it absent-mindedly.

- I'm amazed you still appreciate me.

- Well, what can I say, I never quite got over you. And I'm really glad you're here tonight with me.

- Wow. LOL. Thank you. I'm still torn between knowing you're my ex-boyfriend, but I think I have a major crush on you again after all this time.

- Me too. You get better with age.

Her hand was now against her collarbone, thumb gently stroking the sternum.

- Now that you're relaxed, can I ask you a question?

She stopped briefly, then stared into the screen. 

- What is it?

- Are you wearing anything under your blouse?

Stephanie paused, then smiled slowly, and her eyes brightened impishly. 

- My bra.

- What color is it?

- Black.

- Really? Is it lacy?

- A little.

- Can you show me a bit?

Stephanie thought for a moment, then undid two buttons on her blouse, and slid the collar over to her shoulder, revealing the strap. Then she sat back and smiled, and left the blouse unbuttoned.

- OK, the strap is satin. Is there lace anywhere?

- You're being rather forward, she typed, smiling.

- Let me see more? Pretty please?

- OK, since you were so nice about it.

Her fingers undid two more buttons, and the blouse billowed open, revealing the inner curves of two round, 38DDs covered in a black lacy bra. In the dim light of our bedroom you could not see past the lace, but I knew that bra well. I traced the outline of her pink areolae that in daylight could be barely seen through the camouflage of the lace stitching. Oh god, I thought. My heart began to pound.

- Jesus, you still look fantastic. I imagined you looking just like this!

She grinned, and then closed the blouse over her breasts, leaving it unbuttoned. The blouse fell neatly on her breasts, and parted open like curtains to reveal her amazing cleavage.

- Well, now you've seen I'm still conservatively dressed, LOL, she wrote

- I love thinking about you wearing that at work.

- I do have a jacket on during the day. And I'm buttoned up. I'm not trying to be an exhibitionist here. Excluding tonight.

- Wanna show me some more?

Her hands moved down the blouse, and she slid it off her shoulders. Her breasts seemed to strain against her bra.

My hands started shaking. I felt like I was in a train wreck that I couldn't stop, and didn't want to stop, either. 

- Wow. Incredible.

She smiled, and took another drink. She gazed slyly at the camera.

Dave's text appeared. 

- OK, you got my attention. What do you want me to do?

- Well, fair's fair. Take your shirt off too.

- Well?

She smiled into the camera.

- Your turn.

- What now?

- I'd like to see them again.

Stephanie laughed and shook her head "no".

- Maybe I could persuade you?

She stared intently into the camera, then her eyes widened. She smiled approvingly.

- My, Dave. You certainly have grown.

Oh my god. He's showing her his cock now!

- You like?

- Okay, mister. You win.

Her hands moved slowly around the straps and pulled them over her shoulders. By now my cock was straining in my pants, pulsating in anticipation.

- More, more...

She giggled, reached back and undid the clasp in the back, then moved her arms over her breasts, covering them.

- Please, Stephanie...oh baby.

Hell, I was saying please too!

Stephanie's arms slid down her chest, pulling the fabric down with them. As she did so, her breasts popped over her forearms, revealing themselves for the first time to the internet. Beautiful, soft and round, splashed in freckles, with giant pink nipples served on saucers of areolae. She looked up at the camera, and for a brief second it seemed like she was looking at me again, the first night we had made love and I got to see her amazing, sensual shape. She could kill a man at fifty yards with those tits!

- Fuck, baby. I can't believe this.

- Glad you still appreciate them.

She caressed them gently, playfully.

- Can you do that thing you did before?

She thought for a moment, then typed:

- Did anything grow for me?

A brief pause, and then she smiled broadly. She picked up one gorgeous tit, placed the nipple in her mouth to suck it, then flicked her little pink tongue over its erected form. It stuck out like a thumb.

By now, I was rubbing my cock through my pants, nursing the aching sensation I felt. It was like a thick bat against the palm of my hand. Jolts of pleasure surged through my body. Although I felt humiliated and helpless, I was so turned on. I needed to see this through, no matter the aftermath. I unzipped my trousers and pulled free my raging hard cock. I gripped the shaft like a remote, waiting for the next part of the program.

- Very nice. Can I see you play with it?

She stared, and then played with her breasts in response to whatever she was witnessing. He was certainly jerking off as I was. Steph pinched her hard nipples and rolled them between her fingers.

- Baby, what else you got for me?

- Oh...let's see. Do you want to see what else I've been wearing today?

- Oh yes please!

She rolled the chair back, and revealed that she had been sitting on the chair all this time with her skirt off. She moved a hand up her thigh, and slowly spread her legs apart. She was totally naked below the waist. Her pubic hair created a red, velvety triangle that she ran her hand down, and rubbed against her labia. Then she spread them apart until her pussy was completely on display.

- Oh my god. Wow.

She licked her finger, and moved it back to her vagina and made slow, gentle circles around the top. Biting her lip, she looked up and nodded her head to the camera as if to say "keep going". I obliged, and so must have Dave because he had stopped texting altogether.

My precum had started to leak out, and I rubbed my palm over the head of my prick and rolled it around until I had become slick as a wet log. I moved my hand in time to Stephanie's movements, and watched her for what seemed like eternity. She was masturbating for another man, but it looked just like she was doing it for me. I was in mental agony but feeling exquisite pleasure like I had never felt before.

Steph carefully inserted one finger into her vagina, and she moved it slowly back and forth, slowly. Her eyes became heavy lidded with the pleasure she was feeling, and she kept the slow, deliberate pace. It was just like when we were making out on Saturdays, and I would tease her pussy for ages with my forefinger circling inside her pussy while simultaneously tonguing her clit. Then she pulled out and inserted two fingers.

Her hand started to twist inside her pussy, and I could see she was in the heightened pleasure stage. She grabbed a breast and squeezed it, moaning softly. She alternated her gaze between her work and what she saw on the monitor, which was David' cock being given a working over. She'd smile admiringly, then focused on her own pleasure.

My cock was wet. Usually when I masturbated I needed some lotion or a little spit when the precum dried up, but I was leaking like a dripping faucet. No help needed at all. This show had me so worked up I was afraid of blowing my load too soon.

Steph had now started to work on her clit with her thumb. Her pubic hair was soaked with her juice, and she was flushed. She stared at the monitor with deliberation, and began to masturbate in earnest. With every twist of her hand in her pussy, I revolved my palm around the shaft of my cock, moving it over the edge of the helmet. Every time she moved her hand in and out, I stroked up and down with the same rhythm. She sat back in her chair and breathed harder and harder as her excitement built. Her other hand was now pinching her nipples in earnest.

Suddenly she moaned "Oh!", then whispered loudly "fuckfuckfuckohhh..." and arched backward, lifting her pelvis up. Her pussy faced the camera, and her hand moved furtively inside her hot little honey-hole. She bucked in her chair, and made small noises, gradually getting harder and louder. I beat off in desperation, ready to pop any second.

Finally, with a large groan, she whispered loudly "Oh god oh god oh god oh god...yessss!! Her entire body trembled and shook in her chair. She froze, body completely clenched, then relaxed as her orgasm subsided.

I couldn't take any more. My body began to feel the strange, prickly heat build up in my perineum, spread to my buttocks, thighs, pelvis and torso as I slid my fist up and down on my cock. I began to shake, and I gripped the desk for support for fear of falling. Instantly my hips bucked, and white hot cum erupted upward from my prick, shooting rope upon rope of thick semen on my desktop. I was gasping for breath.

I looked up at the screen. Stephanie was leaning forward in her chair, her pendulous breasts resting on her forearms. She looked up at the monitor, and then broke out into a laugh. 

- You looked fucking fantastic baby.

She grinned, then typed:

- You weren't so bad yourself.

- That was so goddamn hot. I can't believe how sexy you were.

- You looked like you enjoyed it, too.

- I don't remember cumming this hard.

Me neither, I thought.

Steph smiled, and gently bit her finger.

- Well, what can I say? I have that effect on people. You got me pretty worked up there also.

- What I wouldn't give to do that again.

She smiled. 

- I need a break! LOL

- Well, I'd be up to it in about 10 minutes myself...or another day when convenient.

Steph appeared thoughtful.

- Not sure...well, he owes me for working late and leaving me with the kids. I could have a "girls' night" sometime...

- I could definitely enjoy seeing your girls again...so that wouldn't be too off base?

Stephanie laughed. 

- No, dear. I'm sure they'd love to see your appreciation cum forth, pun intended... :)

- LOL. OK, when?

- I'll let you know.

- I can't wait. Goodnight. 

She signed off, and he left the chat room.

Holy shit! They were planning the next meeting already! My cock was starting to swell up again from the thought, but the ache in my perineum warned me off. Besides, it was late. I needed to get home.

I waited half an hour, then made certain I'd left no trace of my "appreciation" in the office. I went to my car and thought for a bit before turning on the engine.

Well, it was official. My wife was cheating on you! But the odd thing was, as hurt as I felt about the sneaking around and betrayal, I was feeling pretty good as well. Euphoric, even. I felt a new appreciation for my wife that I'd forgotten for some time, and the competitive streak in me was awake once more.

And I felt something else, too: the incredible rush of excitement that I had successfully spied on my wife fingering herself and getting off with her online ex-boyfriend, and I didn't get caught! And it really turned me on to think of seeing her in such a carefree, erotic state, working herself up to uninhibited orgasmic bliss. 

Holy shit, I was a voyeur. I loved the ecstasy of discovering new erotic dimensions in my own mind too. I wanted to see this happen again, and again.

Well, the only thing to do was let this thing play out. And all I had to do was "help" them find the opportunity to keep meeting...and use my wits to keep looking without getting caught!

I drove home to my sleeping wife. I kissed her gently on her back as I turned in. She moaned in pleasure, and rolled over, revealing her bare back and ass. She'd never slept naked before. I let my hands roam over her fine shape as she slept, stopping to squeeze her heavenly ass. She moaned again quietly. I kissed her once more, and went to sleep.

Things were going to change for all of us. All I had to do was watch.



Reading Her e-Male Ch. 02



"Oh my god," Stephanie sighed, as slid her fingers in and out of her swollen pussy, "that feels so-o-o-o fucking GOOD." 

Stephanie sat back in the office chair, naked, with her feet resting on the seat so her legs and knees splayed like a butterfly. Her hand was covering her ginger mound, with her index and middle finger moving deftly through her glistening pussy. Her thumb worked on her clit with the expert force of a woman who knew how to pleasure herself since her early teens. 

I stared at my tablet screen, witnessing my wife masturbating on the webcam. I was kneeling on the floor, stroking my cock like a desperate sophomore who'd just spied his first set of tits in the high school locker rooms. God, what a sight. 

"Yeah, baby, keep going. You look fantastic," I said. 

Then a message appeared on the screen. 

morbidcock92: You look incredible. I wish I could jump through that screen and fuck you raw, baby. 

My reverie was broken by the text, which was from Dave, the man who she was masturbating for in a private session on her new-found joy, a popular mutual masturbation webcam site. He watched her special shows for him roughly every 4-5 days from the vantage point of his home in Dallas, while she played with herself in our office at night after the kids were in bed. And unbeknownst to them, I had been watching the entire proceedings for about 8 weeks as one of the site mods from my office downtown, where I pretended to be working late. 

Steph grinned, and bit her lip as she determinedly gave her pussy a proper workout. 

morbidcock92: Fuck, can you see how fucking hard you made me? I don't know if I can keep up much longer. 

Me neither. I was good at holding my orgasm, but I was starting to get close after only 30 minutes. 

She laughed, and then leaned forward and typed, "want me to take it up a notch?" 

A notch? This was already hot. Since the day I discovered their texts online after they reconnected as old high-school sweethearts, I was run through about every emotional turmoil you could imagine one feels when you discover your wife of 18 years is sexually fascinated with someone else, with her old beau, no less. Despite the stress (or perhaps due in large part to it) my body reacted by being more turned on than I ever had been during our marriage. Reading their dirty texts on Facebook and their emails was better than any porn. 

But when I discovered that they were meeting in secret on a commonly known masturbation portal, on which anyone with enough time and experience could be a mod - bingo! I had become a voyeur to her inner fantasies. I could log on and view their chats with abandon and little risk of being caught. The emotional and physical payoff was so gratifying for me that I made excuses to be conveniently caught away at work whenever I got wind of their next rendezvous. 

morbidcock92: A notch? Jesus, baby, you already carved up the whole fucking stick! Alright, bring it.  

She winked at the camera, and grabbed a towel she had kept handy. She folded it over, laid it carefully on the chair, and then walked over to a bureau in the corner. 

Mmm, don't be too long baby. 

 I slowed down my stroke, and caught my breath. I knew that whatever would happen would take a while to culminate in what would be a stunning climax for her - and me. Also Dave, but that didn't matter now. 

Not to say that I felt a high degree of unease. My wife was cheating on me. At first it was flirty, then lascivious texts being passed back and forth, which went on for months, which really got my gall because I discovered it only towards the end of the summer, when they'd been talking this way in private since late spring. And now they were masturbating online. The tryst of choice for people who can't grab a private jet and fly off to Dallas on a whim, or up here. 

morbidcock92: What you got in there, Steph? The whole world wants to know... 

At least, being able to view this affair from a safe distance, without going through the humiliation of hiring a private detective or having an all-out confrontation that would kill our years-long relationship, offered me a sense of being in control. In a way, I was. 

She opened the top drawer, and pulled out a silvery object on a ring that she hooked her finger into and twirled about as she walked back to the desk. Her 38DD tits jiggled as joyfully as she seemed to skip across the room. 

morbidcock92: The fuck is that? That's no vibrator. 

 Steph grinned, and held it up. It was some kind of a dildo, but not like the ones she normally kept. It was 3-4 inches in length, made of stainless steel. The tip of it was bulbous like an exaggerated cock head, with a ring at the bottom of a curved, tapered shaft that one could hold with two fingers. Almost like it was meant to keep from falling into your...holy cow, it was an anal dildo! 

Boy, she was full of surprises tonight! She never did anal with me. My fingers were non grata to her little brown hole, and she never let any talk happen about using toys down there! My heart began to pound. 

morbidcock92: Where do you want to put that thing then? 

Despite my revelatory self-knowledge that I was mentally controlling things (or at least, exercising self-control), and the high degree of sexual intensity I experienced as well, the pain of feeling betrayed and the feelings of jealousy re-emerged every time I logged on to watch my wife get off on her fantasy with another man. But the pleasure was too unbelievably for me good to pass up, and I held my breath and hit the enter button to become a voyeur once again. 

Why did I like this so much? Because in a way, it was like listening to her and watching her for the very first time again. 

Stephanie gave a wicked smile, and kissed the tip. Then she slid the stainless steel toy down her chin, her neck, in between her breasts. She rubbed it slowly over one nipple, then another. Back down to her belly button, then lower down her torso to her thatch of red pubic hair. She stopped, cocked an eye at the camera to make sure David was looking, and then rubbed it in small circles over her labia and just outside the top of her slit, against her clitoris. 

Then she brought it back to her mouth and gave it a real slow, sensual suck, looking innocently at the camera like a little girl with a candy sucker. Then she pulled it out of her mouth with a popping sound, brought it back down and eased it into her pussy. She sighed as it entered, and laughed. "A little bit cold tonight" 

morbidcock92: Well you're making ME hot. Look! 

 She nodded appreciatively. By the way she stared at the screen ahead I could only guess David was very well endowed, and making as good a show as she was for us. I didn't dare type in the chat window, despite the fact that morbidcock92 and ScarlettCarpet were unaware that a mod was in the room with them during their private sesh. If asked, I could have said I was just scanning accounts to keep lurkers and trolls away, but basically I laid low, hoping I'd go unseen. 

She began to move the plug in and out of her pussy, very slowly, obviously enjoying the effect of her show on Dave. She'd close her eyes and moan, pretending to get off like a porn model would in a softcore solo video. Then she'd look up, grin and mouth "huh?" obviously fishing for compliments. 

morbidcock92: Fuck, baby. I can't get enough of that. I'm so fucking hard now. More! 

Steph stroked her clitoris as she frigged her pussy. She began to look flushed, which meant that she was shifting gears from playing to getting serious about her own pleasure. 

I looked at my tablet propped on a book reader easel I kept on my desk for long reference material sessions. I had one elbow propped on the desk, the other working my cock. My desk faced the door to my office, which I had locked. I kept the volume low in case the cleaning crew were to walk by at this time. Fortunately no-one had. But I was getting into it myself, and I occasionally looked around the room to keep my wits together so I could be ready if a guard or somebody else walked in. But nobody did, so I enjoyed the show and pumped away. 

She began to rotate the plug in circles inside her pussy, pressing it hard against the walls of her vulva where the nerve endings were concentrated. She bit her lip whenever she experienced a tiny jolt of pleasure. 

morbidcock92: You're a beautiful, sexy girl. Keep playing with that pussy for me. 

I couldn't hear Dave, definitely didn't care for seeing him on webcam either, although I could have chosen that option as a mod. But his texts kept coming rapidly as Steph toyed away, sometimes so much that I wondered if he had time to hold his dick at all. He was trying to be encouraging, but... 

Thank you. Now shut up and let me do this ;-) Steph typed suddenly. 

morbidcock92: Sry baby. 

She blew a kiss, and then pulled the plug from her pussy. Its stainless steel body gleamed in the dim light, and the slick pussy juice on it gave it a soft glow. 

Now that was fun, I thought, but that's not really where an anal plug goes...oh shit. 

Steph gave the camera a lascivious wink, and then she sat further back into her seat, easing her ass forward until you could see both her pussy and her little asshole. She licked the tip slowly, like an ice cream cone. I wished I could have tasted it right then. I imagined her offering it to me to inhale its scent, suck on the knob for her, and then lower it down to her... 

morbidcock92: Whatcha doing now, baby? Oh fuck that's gonna be amazing. 

 Then Stephanie began to caress her asshole, prodding it gently, getting it ready. Yet she purposely delayed it as long as she could, which served to unnerve both Dave, and me as well. Finally, she closed her eyes and pushed the plug slowly and carefully into her anus, which blossomed as it opened to receive the silvery sex toy's head. As she strained to stay relaxed while she fed it into her nether regions, she moaned softly. 

Finally, with a sigh, she pushed it past the sphincter, and the shaft slid inside her up to the ring, which she held onto with her fingers. She drew a deep breath of relief and pleasure, and the real game could now begin 

She pulled the shaft of the toy forward until you could see the bottom side of the head begin to show , and her rectum started to expand again. Then she'd smile and push it back in, twisting the handle as the curved knob massaged the inside of her ass. With the other hand, she gripped her ass cheek and spread it to provide a better view. 

morbidcock92: WOW. BABY, WOW. You're so good. Have you been practicing? 

 "First time," Steph mouthed, and then went back to work. 

morbidcock92: God, tonight's just full of surprises, huh? I thought. 

Steph continued to pleasure her ass, slowly, deliberately, and sensually. She ignored Dave's online banter as she focused on giving herself pleasure. This is where I always found her looking her most beautiful, just immersed in the sensations she felt in the immediate moment. 

I found my cock was regaining control of the situation, and not in a good way. I picked up my pace and began to stroke carefully, matching Steph's rhythm on the screen. The pleasure began to build and build, and deep within by pelvis I felt the heat of my orgasm beginning to build. Like stoking a proper fire, I kept jerking my cock with slow, intense movements. Even that wasn't enough, though, to keep the sensation from climbing quickly to a peak, because tonight Stephanie was on a roll with showing off her ass play for the first time. 

Stephanie began to moan "ohhh...fucckkk..." and she began to increase the speed, pistoning her rectum like a steam train leaving the station and getting faster with every plunge of the dildo. Her skin began to flush, and she responded to the excitement by increasing her focus to her entire body. She used her free hand to stroke her breasts, caress her nipples, then pick up a breast to suck on... 

At last, she returned her hand to her pubic region, and began to massage her pussy, this time with increasing force and speed. Her breath began to get sharper, and she panted as the pleasure started to fill her body, like alcohol providing warmth after a cold day. 

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god..." Steph grunted, and she took the shaft of the plug, pulling on it until it swelled past the sphincter, then erupting from her asshole with a 'pop'. She gasped for breath. Her rectum stayed open, and immediately she plunged the toy back into her ass and twisted hard. She moaned and sputtered as she repeated this again and again, emitting tiny cries as she popped the plug from her ass. Her fingers kept up with stimulating her clit, which she coaxed and coaxed into greater plateaus of sexual ecstasy. 

morbidcock92: Jesus, baby...I'm gonna cum. I can't hold on much longer...Dave pleaded on the chat room window. 

Steph paid no attention, but she was not too far behind Dave's dwindling stamina. "Ohhh...baby...ohh...baby...I can't believe this...ohhh fucck this is too much..." she exclaimed. 

All of a sudden she bit down on her lip, breathing heavily through her nose and whimpering like a puppy. She kept the head of the plug lodged firmly in her tight sphincter so you could see it twisting with her hand movements. "Oh FUCK. Yes yes yes yes yesssss..." Her other kept its frantic pace on her clit. 

My colon felt like a fire was raging next door in my perineum, boiling the contents of my prostate and balls. I held on and prayed this would end before my cock would go Krakatoa all over my hand. 

Stephanie's legs started to shake uncontrollably. Her nipples were erect like pillars, and she rubbed them furiously before returning to her clitoris. 

At last she groaned, "FUCK, no...god...FUCK...oh, oh, oh...OHHHHhhhh!!" She tugged at the plug one last time and it popped out just as she began to cum. Her rectum and pussy twitched uncontrollably for about teen seconds, and she lurched forward in her chair as her orgasm came in successive spasms. "Oh, shit. Fuck oh fuck oh fuck." 

Then she covered her mouth like a child caught swearing, and she began to sob quietly into her hand, breathing heavily through her nose as her spasms subsided. My cock, which I held onto like an animal tamer, finally got the better of its master and spewed what seemed like gallons of white, sticky cum all up onto my chest and stomach. I fell over to the side, kicking the office chair by accident, and waited for my body to calm down. 

morbidcock92: Steph, are you okay? 

morbidcock92: Steph? 

Stephanie looked up slowly, panting. After some deliberation she nodded her head, and a faint smile appeared. 

morbidcock92: Oh my god. I've never seen a girl cum like that!! 

Neither did I. 

Stephanie wiped up the dildo, and placed it and the towel on the desk in front of her, off-camera. She then reached for a robe, and tied it on her. 

I always wondered how that would feel. I was scared at first, but I really got into it. I never knew it would be so intense, she wrote. 

morbidcock92: Well, I certainly did not expect this much of a show. I'm gonna be thinking about this for at least a few years. 

 Steph laughed, and tossed her hair. 

They chatted for a few more minutes, then said goodnight and logged off the chat room. Meanwhile I got dressed, and waited the necessary 15 minutes before I'd get in the car to arrive just after she'd fallen asleep. 

As I drove home, I thought about how things had played out over the last 8 weeks since I discovered my wife flirting with her old flame, and their first webcam rendezvous. Their meetings had now settled into a comfortable frequency, and with my help they were able to meet more often. As time went on their sexual antics became more fearless, and Stephanie acquired an experimental persona, enjoying her freedom to explore without the mental constraints of a marriage and its social obligations. 

During that time I had become more comfortable seeing my wife getting off, even if it wasn't necessarily with, or for, me. I found the espionage, which I'd dabbled in over the years, to be a pleasant kink that could now manifest itself properly. 

So it seemed natural that if they wanted to get freaky on the internet, and I wasn't bothered much by it anymore, why not help it along and enjoy the benefits? So I'd routinely scan my wife's emails and texts, looking for the next message that Dave or she wanted to meet, and then somehow, coincidentally, I'd be working late again. 

But the free peep shows couldn't last if they met too often - I suspected that they would soon tire of this erotic formula, as I often did in my own explorations in porn. Also, if I made it too convenient for them all the time, they might get suspicious. So I needed to agitate things a little. 

I came home, and saw my wife asleep on the bed. She looked peaceful and calm. She sometimes joked with me that it baffled her how the kids looked like angels asleep when all day they had been hell on wheels, whiny and arguing...arguing. That's it. "Trust me honey," I whispered. "I'm doing this for your own good." 

* * * * * * * 

A few days later, it was getting close to when David would send his text asking if she wanted to meet that evening or sometime soon. While Steph was chilling in the living room, I sneaked into our bedroom and found her phone. I checked her emails, her IM, and then Facebook. There it was, in that ridiculous pseudonym account of his, "Jack Kafania"... 

Jack Kafania: I'm really, really horny thinking about our last time. How about Saturday? 

Stephanie: Saturday? Not sure...my husband will most likely be at home. I'll let you know. I'm really pent up thinking about you stroking yourself while I cum. Xoxo 

 Saturday? I couldn't make up a work excuse on a weekend night! Steph wasn't scheduled for anything and neither was I... 

"Honey, I got a call from Frank this afternoon," I said over dinner. "He wants to have me and the guys over for poker night on Saturday. You got anything going on then?" 

"Me? No," she said, smiling. "Enjoy yourself then. Don't lose too much cash, and work on your poker face. Everyone says you have the worst tells." 

Yeah, right, I thought. 

"Thanks, babe. I owe you one." 

That night, she texted Dave: 

Stephanie: Looks like we're on! He got called into a poker game. I can't wait I'm so wet ...  

OK; it's on like Donkey Kong, I thought. And now, time for the dilemma. 

On Saturday afternoon, I went into my bedroom, put my phone on the charger by my bed, turned on the chat app, and put the volume all the way down. Then, I flipped it so the screen faced away from the bed, and leaned my phone against the alarm clock. Then, I grabbed my tablet from the nightstand, and gave my phone a call. I looked at my tablet's screen to see that my phone camera was properly angled, and made a few adjustments. From the vantage point of my dresser, I had a decent view of the bed. Satisfied, I went to the kitchen to give Steph the "bad news". 

"Hey honey, I've got a problem. Frank's wife is sick, so we can't have the poker game at his house. Is it alright if we have it here instead?" 

A brief look of fear crossed Stephanie's face. Then she said, expressionless, "ugh...probably. I can't stand the smell of cigars and beer until 2am. Maybe I can call Kath and see what she's up to...no, she's away for the weekend. Uh, I'll figure something out. Go ahead," she sighed. 

"Honey, is something wrong? If there is, just tell me and I'll cancel." 

"No, nothing's wrong. I'll figure out something." 





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Fuck, this wasn't going to work. I expected her to react more. She hated cigar nights, and I thought she'd defend her right to a peaceful Saturday night a bit harder, especially with what she had planned. Well, I couldn't have her cancel with Dave. Time to kick it up a notch. 

"Thanks, honey. I'm glad you could accommodate us. I know you hate it every time I invite the guys over at the last minute..." 

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Wait a minute, you already invited them?" 

"Uh...yeah," I said. 

"So...you weren't really asking me if it was okay. This was a done deal, right?" 

"Yeah..." I said. Boy she hated it when I sprung things on her like that! This was going to be good. "Uh...what's wrong?" 

"Oh nothing," she began to fume. "It's just real fun to be stuck in a house with a bunch of guys smoking cigars and talking bullshit until dawn, and I have nowhere to get away to. Thanks for checking in with me on this. Why on earth couldn't Joe or Bob volunteer their places? At least they got dens!" 

"Oh is that it?" I said. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't think about asking them. But I can't really back out of it now." 

"Oh, great," Stephanie spat out. "What the hell am I going to do? I'm not going to go to the movies alone!" 

I tried to rub her shoulder. She flinched and turned away. She was mad, good and proper. And now, the indignant response. 

"Hey, what gives? Look, I'm sorry I forgot to ask you first. Frank was about to cancel out of consideration for his wife. The other guys could have volunteered, but I thought of it first. I guess I was excited and not really thinking it through." 

"You got that right." 

"Come on now! You do the same with your girlfriends and their book club, and I accommodate you guys and make myself scarce! And I always keep the place ventilated and do all the clean up afterwards. You won't even know we're here at all. I know that it bothers you when I spring news like this, but don't you see how unfair this is?" 

"Fine, do what the hell you like! I just hate cigars, that's all!" And she stomped upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. 

Five minutes later, I tiptoed up to our bedroom, and gingerly tried the doorknob. It was locked. I went to the den and checked my laptop screen. 

Stephanie was laying on the bed, fuming. I knew that when I ruined her plans, all she'd be able to think about was a) how selfish and stupid I was, and b) how horny she was. A couple minutes later, she rolled over to her dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out her vibrator. Time for her to resolve problem B! 

She lay back in the middle of the bed, stretched out, undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then she turned on the vibrator and slid it in between her panties. On with the show... 

But there was something I hadn't factored: from my camera's viewpoint on the nightstand, I could only see her body from the torso down, and her jeans were on. Well, fuck! At least, I'd get to see her doing something sexy anyway. Better hone your camera skills for next time. 

Steph held the vibrator in place for a few minutes, and occasionally wiggled it around. But she wasn't showing any ostensible signs of arousal. After a while, she pulled the vibrator away and put it to the side. Oh no! Is she quitting? Please don't quit... 

Then she pulled down on her jeans. Aha, getting comfortable? They were rather tight - they passed her rear end, but hung halfway on her hips. She lifted her knees and tried again with the vibrator, but no luck. 

Frustrated, she wriggled on the bed until she was 180 degrees from where she began, right at the edge of the foot. She wrestled with her pants furiously, willing them to slide down her calves - who the hell wears tight jeans around the house on a Saturday? - until they were down around her ankles. She pulled them off and heaved them off the bead furiously. 

Then she slipped off her panties, snapped the elastic band in her hands like a rubber band gun, and they flew over the edge of the bed, landing on her jeans. She kept her oversize t-shirt on. Then she grabbed the vibrator again, spread her legs, propped her knees up, and laid back for another try. 

Now I could see her properly, her sex exposed, with the silvery vibrator moving over her red minge. She started slowly, warming up, her other hand rubbing her bush over her mons. Well, that's more like it! I thought. Lucky me. 

I had no sound, though, since I had turned the volume down on my phone. Didn't matter...since I enjoyed my porn on the sly, whenever I could, I kept the volume at a minimum so I could hear the good parts and avoid the dialogue. The body language matters more, anyway. And judging by the argument we'd had, I knew she'd be very expressive in fucking her troubles away. 

Now she was getting into it. She eased the vibrator's tip in between her labia, moving it in gentle circles. Then she placed it over her clitoris and rubbed it up and down, slowly and deliberately. Her other hand stroked her thigh, her belly, the mound of red hair, which she caressed lovingly. Then she reached up and began to clutch her breast, rubbing it through the t-shirt. 

Steph suddenly sat up, and set the dildo down again. She wrestled the t-shirt off her head, and tossed it to the floor. She looked quickly at the door to make sure it was locked. Then she leaned forward and grabbed pillows from the head of the bed, and arranged them behind her against the footboard. She sat back down, and I could now see her face and breasts in addition to her pussy. 

My cock began to get hard. I love looking at a woman naked, and I could stare all day at her legs, ass, stomach, back, pubic region, hair, face, eyes...but the minute I can see her breasts, even just the tops peeking out through the neckline of a t-shirt, gown, or a blouse in a business ensemble, I am helpless. It's what activates the ancient, biological switch in my brain for conquest, reproduction of the species, and survival of the fittest. I am Darwinian. I am primed and ready to fuck. 

I stroked my cock through my jeans, but not too hard as I didn't want to ruin my chance to spy on my wife's session with Dave later on, and have a killer orgasm before bed. This was like a really good, unexpected prelude that I wanted to retain in my memory to get my juices flowing for the main event. 

Stephanie, however, was not holding back. She leaned forward, grabbing her tit and twisting the nipple, and moving the vibrator in and out, and onto her clit. She twisted the end of the cylinder, cranking up the RPMs to the maximum, and returned to work. 

Steph furiously moved the vibrator around, body tensed and ankles dug firmly into the duvet. Although there was no sound, I could make out her lip movements and imagined what I'd heard over our nearly two decades of sex: "mmmmmmmhhh," as she'd press her lips firmly together and lift her head. "Oooohhh. Ohhhh...yeahhhh..." as she'd hit a good spot. 

She kept making movements with her mouth, and now her breathing became short. "Unh, unh, unh, unh...oh yeah...mmmphh...yes..." She moved the vibrator faster and faster, and now exclusively focused on her clit with her free hand while she let the dildo fuck her hard. 

Then Stephanie twitched, and her face twisted into a moaning frown, eyes shut tight and teeth clenched. She was about to come. I stopped stroking my cock to focus on the beauty of the moment I had been able to capture that I'd never seen. My beautiful wife, orgasming the way she wanted to, with no inhibitions or worries about being seen by anyone, just her and her alone. 

"Ohhhh...fuuuuckkk..." I could make out her saying. "Mmmph...mmm...uh-huh. Mmmpphh...oh yeah, oh yeah...mmmm..." her face became more intense, and I could tell her moaning was getting louder. "mmm...mmmm...MMMphh...MMMMMM!! 

Her body began to shake as she drilled the vibrator into her vagina and held it inside for dear life. She twisted left and right, and her mouth opened as she panted furiously. Then she yelled audibly "OHHH...OH SHIIIT!!" which carried down the hallway. Even though I could see her on the tablet, I still looked up. 

Stephanie pulled out the vibrator, switched it off, and panted for about a half a minute. Then she came to her senses and realized how loud she had gotten. Knowing I was in the house, she looked up, looked at the door, and then quickly rolled off the bed. She grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly, then unlocked the door and peeked outside. Relieved that no-one was around in the immediate vicinity, she closed the door and returned to the bed. 

I let her rest for a minute or two. Now it was time to make everything better. I went up to our room, and softly I knocked on the bedroom door. 

A voice answered, a slight panic in her throat. "Yes, who is it?" 

"Honey, it's me. May I come in?" 

"Uh...OK." 

I opened the door. Stephanie was lying on the bed, reading a book, trying to appear nonchalant. Her face still had the flush of someone who had recently had an orgasm. 

"Hi baby," I said. 

"Hi. What's up?" 

I debated asking her if everything was okay, I had heard a noise and thought she might be hurt, but I decided against embarrassing her. I acted cool. 

"I just got back from the store to get some beer and things for the night." She looked relieved that I hadn't been around to hear her. 

"Oh, really? I was just resting." 

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Her eyes betrayed a small panic, as if she wondered if I really had been out while she was coming like a teenager. 

"Yeah...sure." 

"Hey listen," I said. "I'm sorry. I should have asked you, and I forgot. That's on me, and I know how much you hate that. I won't let that happen again." 

"Okay," she sighed. She looked rather embarrassed from her own display of temper. 

"Also, good news: I talked to Bob, and he was perfectly fine about hosting it at his house. So we're going there tonight instead." 

She looked up, surprised. "What?" A look of dread crossed her face. "Wait, you didn't tell them I didn't want it, did you? Oh god, they're going to think it's me." 

I moved around the room to my dresser, and turned to face her on the bed. I reached behind my back and grabbed my phone, pulling the charger plug and slipping it deftly in my back pocket. She wasn't looking directly at me and didn't notice, and so, relieved, I kept playing it cool. "No, of course not," I said. "I didn't tell him anything, and he didn't ask. Anyway, it's on me, remember? I'm just sorry for not thinking this through, and I really feel bad that you had no place to go." 

Steph smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, honey." 

The day was saved! 

* * * * * * * 

After we had dinner and the kids were in bed, I went into the walk-in closet to get changed. As I was just about to put on a fresh pair of jeans, I felt a hand on my ass. I turned around, and saw Stephanie wearing a sweater, with her bare legs coming out underneath. I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything else, but it wasn't too hard to guess. 

"Oh hi," I said, feeling somewhat surprised. 

"Hi," she purred. "Need a little good luck kiss before your game tonight?" 

"Why, sure, I don't mind one," I said. She came nearer to me and put her arms around my neck. 

"Also, I wanted to say I'm sorry for my temper this afternoon. You're right; I do change things at the last minute far more than you, and you're very nice about it. That wasn't fair of me." 

"That's all right, honey," I said. 

"I was just taken aback, and I hadn't any plans to fall back on. But thank you for changing things again. I really appreciate it." 

"No problem," I said. "Now, what was this about a good luck kiss?" 

She kissed me, and opened her mouth. Her tongue began to explore my lips, teeth and the tip of my tongue. Her hands rubbed my shoulders and shoulder blades as she embraced me. Boy, I thought. She hasn't kissed me like that except when she wanted to seduce me. 

 Steph's hands moved slowly down my back, until they came to my butt. She lifted up my shirt, slid her hands through the waistband of my underpants, placed both of them on my ass and began to squeeze. My cock, already stiffening from the sensuality of her kiss, was straining against my briefs, pinned to my leg, dying to be set free. She rubbed against it and smiled. 

"Oh my, what have we here?" Stephanie exclaimed in mock surprise. "Are you doing okay in there? No?" her hands began to rub up and down the underside of my shaft. 

She moved one hand gently up and down my abdomen, which sent chills throughout my body. With the other, she began to cradle my balls, and they tightened up until they felt like two walnuts. 

Three fingers began to gently stroke my perineum, back and forth. Steph unbuttoned my dress shirt halfway up from the bottom, and began kissing my belly button, moving down my pelvis but stopping short of my underwear. 

Oh my god. That's amazing, I thought. How long is she going to keep this up? 

 My wife was an expert with teasing me. I wasn't too keen on it in our early years, since I was always dying to get to the main event, and she was delaying with the inevitable. But as we grew in our relationship over time, it was obvious that straight up fucking was really boring, so I came around and really enjoyed it as part of our sexual repertoire. She'd delay, delay, tease...then delay some more. And when I'd beg her "please...please baby...fuck me..." she'd get even more merciless. 

And just about when you could touch a peacock feather to my dick and I'd blast my load, she'd relent and take my cock for a real ride. 

"Let's come out and play, shall we?" And with that, she knelt down in front of me, pulled down the waistband, and gently fed the entire length of my cock into her mouth. 

"Ohhhh, fuck," I exclaimed as the warmth of her mouth and tongue surrounded my aching, swollen prick. 

Is that why sex is so amazing? When we feel the body heat of another human being taking our sexuality inside and internalizing it? In a way, it can be an act of love when you show another human body as much affection as you would give yourself. And while the times you take someone's body to pleasure yourself are certainly thrilling, the comfort of feeling pure sensuality with a partner is an uplifting feeling like no other. 

While Stephanie was driving me crazy with all her expert foreplay, I certainly felt the latter tonight. Even knowing that she had plans to meet Dave later online, I knew that in this moment of time she was mine and mine alone, and I hers. 

"Baby, you know how much I missed this...oh fuck that's wonderful," I moaned. 

Her tongue was like velvet. It glided up and down the underside, wrapped lovingly around the glans, and flicked rapidly over the meatus. One hand held my shaft for support, the other my testicles, which she gently caressed like Baoding balls. I was lost in the purest form of meditation I ever felt. I gently held her head and caressed her hair as she brought my cock to near-climax, then slowed down, then brought me back harder than before. 

I pulled out of her mouth, and let her lick me, from the balls to the tip of my cock. Then I pulled her up to face me, and I kissed her deeply. 

She smiled her little-girl smile. "Don't you want more?" 

"You bet I do," I said, and then I turned her around quickly and leaned her against the wall, like a cop with a perp. She drew her breath in sharply. I spread her ankles apart with my feet, wider than shoulder width. She turned her head around to look at me. 

"Are you going to arrest me, officer?" 

"You have the right to remain silent," I said, and I turned her head forward again. "I think we may need a strip search here." 

I began to pat her down along her torso, feeling no bra under her sweater. I made a quick pass on her arms and shoulders, then moved to her torso again, down to her ass, and then up again to her breasts, which I cupped briefly in my hands. Then I made my way down to her ass and felt under the sweater, and felt bare flesh. I squeezed her cheeks slowly and firmly, then let my hands crawl up the front, feeling her belly, the underside of her breasts, and then caressed both of them firmly in my hands. My cock began to rub against her ass cheeks, and she wiggled them slowly as I humped her through the cleft of her buttocks. Her nipples began to harden with my touch. 

I moved my hands down her abdomen again, drew them to the sides of her hips, stepped back and began to pat down the legs, then rubbed them firmly, up and down, until I got to her ankles. I then proceeded to rub her left leg up to the middle of her thigh, then repeated with her right leg, moving gradually upward. 

I changed legs, moving higher and higher until my hands came up to the inside of her thighs and just underneath her pussy. I felt her labia, rubbing it gently in a slow circle. I didn't know how Stephanie would be after her orgasm earlier in the day, but she was moist to the touch. She wiggled with pleasure, which was my signal to continue. 

I continued to rub her pussy and inner thighs, and kissed her ass checks gently. I could feel her heat emanating from her little treasure box, and her aroma began to grow stronger and stronger, mixing with the pheromones in her pubic hair as she got wetter and wetter with moisture. My finger gently found its way into her willing pussy, and I stroked the topside of her love canal, feeling the folds, and caressing the point of flesh that was her G-spot. 

At this she moaned, "oh god. Baby, don't stop, and she panted and drove her ass onto my hand. I pumped harder and gripped her ass check with my free hand as I began to nuzzle the crack of her ass. I removed my hand from her pussy, and she moaned with disappointment. I then grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart until I could see her sex up close. 

I moved my face down underneath Steph's legs and buried my face into her pussy. She offered no resistance, gasping as I licked her around her outer lips, and lapped at her insides, tasting the tangy lubrication that was oozing steadily and beginning to trickle down her legs. My hand found its way to her clit, and I rubbed it, alternating between gentle circles and hard flicks. She tensed with pleasure and moaned louder, breathing quickly as she clutched at the closet wall for support. 

My cock was leaking precum like crazy now, and I jerked it slowly while I ate Stephanie out. I wanted desperately to place the head of my prick at her swelling lips and ram it inside her, but I wanted to prolong things and tease her the way she had with me previously. 

I moved my tongue up from her clit, zig-zagging her labia, up to her perineum and gave her perineum a good workover, then buried my face in her ass and went straight for her pretty pink asshole. I licked the perimeter, running my tongue across the ridges of her sphincter, and then worked at it like I did when I would lick her clit. I stiffened my tongue, and began to dive into her anus, wriggling it as I pressed past the muscular ring. 

"What are you..." she asked in surprise, then "oohhhhhh," as my finger made its way back to her pussy. I moved it around, wiggling it rapidly, then pulled it out and worked on her clit. I repeated this several times as I was rimming her, and Steph gasped in pleasure with every change I brought up in my routine. 

"Jesus, where'd you learn to do that??" Steph panted, and pushed her ass further into my face. I guess the shock of watching her masturbate online to her old lover had made me competitive, and in doing so became more creative in our foreplay. 

Suddenly, she buckled her hips, and let out a throaty "stop...stop..." 

"What's the matter?" I asked. 




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She held her pose and said, "I want you to fuck me." 

"What's that?" 

"You heard me," she said. "I want you to fuck me." 

"Maybe. You'd better show me how much you want it." 

"Do I have to beg?" she whined. 

"Yes." 

"Please, please...please...I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly, and I need you to fuck me right now." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, goddammit! I want you to fuck me! Please take your dick and ram it in me!! Fuck me baby, now!!" 

I stood up, and wiped my mouth. "Well, I guess if you insist..." I placed the tip of my throbbing meat on her pussy lips and rubbed them gently on the edges, then against the clit in upward strokes. I wanted to tease her as badly as she could tease me. 

It worked. "Stop it! Please! Quit teasing me right now and just FUCK ME!" 

I prodded the inside of her pussy, and pushed it in gently. She didn't need any help, she was so slick from all my oral work that I slid easily, burying myself up to the hilt. I was ready to cum, but I wanted to give her the fuck of her life, and give her something she wouldn't forget when she met her online fantasy later on. I grabbed her ass and held tight, signaling she was in for some exercise. 

But I didn't move just yet. I stood still, holding my cock deep in her pussy, hard as a flagpole. She looked behind me questioningly, as if to signal "well?" I just grinned and held her fanny in place while her breathing became heavier and heavier. 

"Ste-e-e-ve?...please...baby...come on...fuck me...now...please?" Steph moaned. 

"What's the matter?" I said, smiling. Oh, this was gonna get good. 

"Don't just stand there...! I need you so bad! Baby, please, I need you to fuck me!" she whimpered. 

I looked at her back. Her lovely red, curly hair spilled down over her shoulders and draped like curtains over her tits. 

"Hmmm..." I mumbled. "How...bad...do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Goddammit," she grunted, and tried to buck her ass onto my prick. But I held her in place. 

"Stephanie?" What kind of language is that?" 

"Mmmpphh...I'm sorry." 

"So...?" 

"Really bad." 

"Really bad?" 

"Oh god...yes, ohhh...really bad. I need it now." 

"Hmmm...I'm not sure I'm convinced," I said. 

Then she started to do what I loved so much. She slowly pushed her ass back onto my dick, and ground her ass on me in a hard, slow circle. She was so fucking wet, and my cock tingled with pleasure with every small motion. 

My skin was flushed with heat. We were so pent up from the anticipation, teasing and foreplay that had we been in our teens, we'd pound away like jackrabbits and be done in a split second. But we knew each other's bodies, and we learned that slow, deliberate sex was our key to heightened pleasure, which culminated in a mutual orgasm that left us nearly fainting from our well-practiced agony. 

I ground back, panting, pressing my pelvis against her until I could feel her firm, pillowy ass smashed up against my navel. I twisted my hips side to side so that my cock could feel the tight muscular walls of her pussy rubbing on my shaft, squeezing it, milking me and making every vein and bump pop out. 

I gripped her ass hard, my palms making a red handprint where I held her, and guided her pussy around on my dick as she ground on me. Now it was time for us to fuck. 

I eased back and forth, slowly, allowing myself to revel in every sensual pleasure I could feel: her ass on my pelvis, the ridges on the inner vestibule of her vagina, her pubic hair lightly brushing my shaft as I entered and exited. Stephanie's heaving body, her soft gasps that matched the intensity of my thrusts, the swelling of my cockhead as I would let it slip out, then feed it back into her pussy... 

Stephanie was insatiable. She purred with pleasure like a kitten, then moaned the faster I fucked away. I let go of her ass with one hand, and ran it up her stomach, past her rib cage and over the surface of her breast, feeling the nipple harden to my touch. I lightly rubbed it as I fucked her, and her body's swaying motion allowed it to bounce into my cupped palm and graze against the skin, and the loops and whorls of my fingertips brushing like feathers on her areola. 

Steph became a women transformed with every passing moment. Pleasure surged through her body, and she pushed against the wall to take in every inch of my dick as it hit the end of her love canal. She reached behind me and grabbed my hips whenever she could, pulling me closer to her while we fucked. 

Then I pulled out, backed up and sat cross-legged on the floor, motioning her to join me. She followed suit, and facing me, lowered herself on my glowing rail spike of a cock. She began to bounce, slowly at first, then more quickly, with tiny hopping motions like a girl on a pogo stick. She moaned "ah...ah...ahh...ah..." as she bobbed on my penis. All I could do was take in the incredible sight of her bouncing breasts, her abdomen, my cock enveloped in her pussy and lost inside her glorious thatch of ginger. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, her earlobes, nose and forehead, and she lifted my chin up to her lips and took my mouth with hers in a long embrace, our tongues entwining and devouring each other. 

I grabbed at Stephanie's ass while she fucked me cowgirl style, and gave them playful slaps. She laughed and drove herself harder on my cock. She wriggled her ass furiously and grabbed my shoulders as she wailed "oh Steven, Steven, Steve, yes...oh baby...Ste-e-e-ve...oh fuck me fuck me fuck me...aaaaaahhhh..." All I could do was hold on and pray she wouldn't fall over from the effort. 

I motioned her to stop and made her lie on her back. Then, I pulled away and lowered my head onto her pussy and dove in. I attacked every inch of her sopping wet snatch, lapping up her juices and rubbing my face around her wet, matted pubic hair. I licked the tiny love flaps of her inner lips, pulling them with my own, slurping at them and letting them pop out of my mouth. Then I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked hard, holding it inside my pursed lips and flicking my tongue over the poor, swollen little man who had long stopped hiding in the boat. I laughed inwardly as that image flooded my mind. 

As I ate her out, I reached my hand up between her thighs and over her abdomen to her breasts and began to squeeze her tits, first one, then the other, kneading them and caressing them like a wriggling puppy. I moved my fingers to her mouth and let her suck on them, then brought them down to her nipples and rolled them around in my slippery digits. 

"Oh...my...fucking...god!" Stephanie yelled, and she bucked her hips to meet my face as I plowed away at her delicious, juicy twat. "That's so amazing...I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming, I'm cumming baby! I'm CUMMM-ING!" and she writhed uncontrollably, her pelvis rubbing all over my face and covering me with juice. Then she gasped "stop, stop, stop...please Steven that is so intense..." 

I pulled my face away, got up and motioned for her to flip over. She got on her knees and lifted her ass to me, spreading her pussy wide for my cock to doggy-fuck her. I slid right in and began to ram away, the need to cum so great in me that I would do anything to have the heavenly sensation of exploding inside Stephanie. My orgasm started to build like a slow-burning campfire that would soon ignite an entire forest. 

But something else hit me at that moment to add to that fire. The knowledge that my wife had begin to engage in an affair with another man had made me want to reclaim what I had pursued and competed for years ago, and rightfully felt was still mine - her love for me, sexually and intimately. And I was turned on from seeing her regain her youthful lust, but now that I had regained mine I wanted her back. And I wanted to feel some sense of retribution as well. So in my passion, I felt fury. And I let it all out that night with Stephanie. 

I began to slam my pelvis against her ass as hard as I could while I fucked her while all my might. My strokes quickened, and soon the slap-slap-slap of our bodies became louder and louder, and the force of my cock caused Stephanie to gasp and moan again with newfound pleasure. I wanted my orgasm, but would I give her another in the bargain...well, why not? 

I heaved myself on her torso, forcing her down to the floor until she was pinned by my bodyweight. I drilled away and the slapping sounded like a basketball on a hardwood court. With the frequency of a pile driver I drove my cock into her and she cried "ungghh...ungghh...ungghh..." partially from the force of my body and partly from the pleasure she experienced from being helpless and taken by me for the first time in years. 

"Steven...what...are...you...ohhhh...ohhh yess...oh baby, I'm gonna cum again...yes, please...aahhh..." she moaned gutturally. Then with a loud cry, she came again, and I felt every muscle of her pussy and ass clench around my cock, ready to take my load and hold it in until I had given her every milky drop. 

That did it. I was beyond all control and needed to cum. My balls tightened up, and I began to shake involuntarily. All of a sudden the indescribable sensation of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks combined with touching a loose wire in a wall socket. My body began to spasm and heave, and my cock urgently let forth a stream of cum with every jolt, spurting into her cave and filling every crevice. 

Finally, I had drained myself to the point where my urethra ached and couldn't take any more. I lay on top of Stephanie, both of us panting desperately for fresh oxygen. My cock remained hard, swollen from its extended use, and after what seemed like minutes, began to soften. I pulled out slowly, regretting every second I was no longer inside my Stephanie. 

She sat up, gasping, staring at me in utter wonder and disbelief. Then she laughed incredulously. "What in the world got into you tonight??" 

I laughed. "I just wanted you so badly." 

She broke into a happy smile I hadn't seen in a long time. "I'm so glad you did." 

I reached out to her, and she came to my arms. I held her for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of an amazing, furious fuck. I thought briefly how I wished I didn't need to have seen what I had been missing with Stephanie all these years the way I did...but now that I had experienced the need to compete again, and learned new sexual kinks in the bargain, who was I to complain? Did I really want to ruin everything by confronting her over something we both let happen? 

After all, I wasn't really mad at anyone else except me. Well, maybe her somewhat, but I needed more time to address my side of the situation. And I guessed I needed time to examine the situation a bit more, and see how it developed...or how it could develop to everybody's benefit. And why fuck with a good thing? 

I got up, and began to get dressed. 

"Where are you going?" Steph asked. 

"I...uh...need to get to that poker game," I said. 

She remembered, and tried to hide a smile. "You have fun. Love you." 

"You're gonna be OK?" I asked. 

"I'll be quite fine," she said. 

"I can't wait to see you again," I said. That won't be long now, I thought. 

She smiled, like someone who thinks they know something somebody else doesn't. I smiled back, like someone who knows for sure. 

To Be Continued



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Stephanie sat upright on the bed and faced me. She was topless, but held her breasts together coyly in her arms, hiding the nipples from view. No matter, her cleavage was magically enhanced by her pushing them upward towards her collarbone. This mere act had the effect of making my cock spring to action. She leaned forward so you could clearly see more of the cleft - cleft? Hell, it was a fucking rift! - of her incredibly ample bosom. She wrinkled her lightly freckled nose and grinned. 

"So-o-o-o...what do you want to see tonight?" Steph asked. 

morbidcock92: Whatever you want. I'm all yours. 

Dave's text appeared on the screen with a "ding", as all of the texts do on those webcam sites. Usually he texted intermittently while my wife was teasing and putting on a show, which meant he was stroking his cock but taking his time. When she got fully in the mood and began to masturbate for her own pleasure, he'd egg her on a little more. But when she was close to climax, his texts went silent, which meant he was showing her he meant business too, probably with his webcam aimed at his own prick for effect. Then she'd come, and after another minute the texts resumed, which meant Dave had fully appreciated the sexual antics my wife was engaging in for the night. 

Tonight, however, there was a barrage of messages. 

DirtyFuckHer: whoa shit 

mastRb8r: marry me 

kinkofkinks: show ur a$$ bitch 

DirtyFuckHer: hey, be respectful 

kinkofkinks: fuck U a$$h0le LOL 

meatbanger87: shut up and let her do her thing 

morbidcock92: maybe play with them 4 me? 

420user247: RU married? Where's the hubs, ScarlettCarpet? 

 Yup, Stephanie was going public tonight with her show. And out came the freaks. 

Dave and Steph had been masturbating together online for nearly four months now, and Dave had suggested a week back that they take their private shows to the general public. You know, to keep things spicy. Which meant, of course, that Stephanie would be doing a web show not just for Dave, but for the whole freaking world on the internet that wanted to rub one out. 

At first, Stephanie was unsure of the idea. Dave was persistent. He kept firing texts at her after she finished off during their session last week: 

morbidcock92: Hey, I know it's a little weird, but you know how fantastic you look? I mean, guys would kill to fuck a woman like you. 

ScarlettCarpet: yeah, but this is just me showing off for you. 

morbidcock92: would it be any different? It's still me and you. It's not like there's a herd of dudes right there in the room. 

ScarlettCarpet: yeah, but don't they say stupid shit? I mean, I watched a girl the other week, and it was hundreds of idiots just saying awful things. 

morbidcock92: don't mind the trolls. Yeah, they talk shit, but they can be banned. And I'll be there every time you're on, so it's still you and me. 

ScarlettCarpet: they talk gross, tho. 

morbidcock92: They're assholes. You get them all them time, thinking they're anonymous and can do whatever the fuck they want. You know, a lot of those guys will be very respectful. And now for the good part! 

ScarlettCarpet: What's that? 

morbidcock92: they pay money. 

 Stephanie paused, and typed: 

ScarlettCarpet: really? How? 

morbidcock92: not quite sure, but the website charges for premium memberships where you purchase a bunch of tokens, and you "tip" a performer. Some people get really creative and set goals before they do anything. 

ScarlettCarpet: not that I need the money, but that does sound fun... 

morbidcock92: so you wanna parade that MILF loveliness around? 

ScarlettCarpet: Let me think about it. Xo 

 Well, she did think about it, and now, she was running her first live show to more than just Dave (and me, the quiet unassuming mod). She'd only taken her top off, but her guest count was already a respectable 800 people. Not bad for some tit flashes...but then again, she had some amazing titties for a woman in her late thirties. Just my humble opinion here. 

"Okay, who wants to see these tits now? Show some love!" Stephanie called out. 

Suddenly, it was like Vegas. The sound of coins jingled as the online community pledged their tokens for a gander at Steph's 38DD's. 

"Thank you, donjuan! Thank you, mustafa74...thank you EdsBigPenis!" 

Finally, after she was satisfied they had exhausted their bets, she moved her arms back until she was covering her nipples with her palms. Then, very slowly, she moved her hands downward until they held up her globes, and her pink, silver dollar-sized areolae were in full view. 

TrentNotTrent: suck 'em bebe! 

Miles4GoodPussy: ho-o-ly SHIT 

exconvaldez: holy mother of fuck. I'd pound the shit out of those and never go dry... 

 Stephanie laughed, and played with her tits some more for the benefit of the crowd. She was loving this new attention. She chatted happily with her admirers for a few minutes, then prolonged the strip show for more tokens. Jeans/ass reveal, thong, pussy flashing, small clit rubs...jeez, it did not take long, did it? Where was this shy woman I knew up until a few months ago? 

Stephanie then moved over to her bedside table, and pulled out a small object from the drawer. It looked like...no, not the anal plug. It was a tiny vibrator, one you could hide easily in the palm of your hand. Then she withdrew a small bottle of massage oil. She laid out a couple of bath towels on the bed, so as to not stain the duvet. "Who's ready for some real fun?" she asked. 

The coins spoke volumes louder than the appreciative come-ons from the viewers, which was now at 943 and counting. 

Stephanie opened the bottle, and began to drizzle oil on her breasts. She covered one, then another, then proceeded to rub them sensually, moving her hands over and over their fleshy surfaces. She teased her nipples, occasionally licking them and then letting the oily breast slip from her hand and slap on her ribcage. 

morbidcock92: OK, that surprised me tonight... 

 She moved her hands down from her breasts, and then massaged her belly in slow, circular motions, edging closer to her pubic hair line, but always stopping short. She added more oil to her legs and rubbed it in. Then, she turned around to the camera after jockeying for more coins, and rubbed down her ass. 

someguywhosstillavirgin: Oh FUCK that's gonna make me cum hard soon. 

 Finally, Steph's body was glowing all over with the oil she'd generously covered herself in. She undulated on the towels for a minute or two, then paused. 

"What do you think happens next?" 

emilioboy: pussy PLEASE 

Markafterdark: Please rub yur pussy 

kinkofkinks: Fingerfuck that pussy for daddy 

 "Coins, anyone? Highest bid calls the shots!" 

I paused. I was used to Steph's shows, and certainly enjoyed the peep aspect of seeing her masturbate for Dave, but things started to cool off for me in the excitement department. Until now. I felt the old intrigue pop up again, and with it, my cock. It began to swell in my trousers. Well, here's an idea! I thought. 

Quickly I logged out of my mod account, and back in as a different alias, which I used to pay tokens to girls when the mood struck. I had banked up a nice account, so I figured this would be an interesting way to make Steph do my bidding. 

I let the crowd bid their normal amount of tokens, and Stephanie made a good show of teasing to pull in more bids. I checked the highest bid - 100 tokens from a single bidder, 25 higher than Dave. I held my breath and sent double the amount. 

"Ohh, thank YOU, Richard the Rigid!" Stephanie cooed, and asked "what do you want?" 

RichardTheRigid: bend over and spread your pussy 

 Stephanie turned around, faced her ass to the camera, parted her legs a bit in doggy pose, and pulled her labia apart, showing her pink, shiny pussy. 

"Anyone care to top that bid?" Steph asked. "I've got more to do!" 

The bids came pouring in. Steph obediently lay on her back and stuck her legs in the air while she rubbed her pussy. Then she teased her clit with the vibrator a bit, before putting a finger in her pussy and licking the fingertip for show value. With every act, she got more adventurous. Some I paid for; on others I got outbid. 

Finally, Steph announced The Big One. 

"Orgasm show! Winner tells me how to make me cum!" 

Jeez, how much real money did Steph make tonight? I lost count. All I know is that I hail Mary-ed the rest of my tokens, at least a thousand. And then, when the ringing of fake coins stopped... 

"Hey, RichardTheRigid, looks like you are tonight's big winner! What do you want tonight?" 

RichardTheRigid: place that pillow under your legs 

 Steph obliged, straddling the pillow, still facing the camera. 

RichardTheRigid: put the vibrator on top and turn it on 

 Stephanie looked thoughtful, then did as she was told. 

RichardTheRigid: rub your pussy on it 

 Stephanie began to ease the vibrator into her pussy. 

RichardTheRigid: no, please just rub on it 

 She paused, then placed the vibrator back on the pillow, and lowered herself onto its length. She began to grind on the vibrator, and held onto the front of the pillow for support. In this position, she looked like she was riding cowgirl on me, which I loved. 

"Mmmm...you know what I like, RichardTheRigid!" she cooed. 

RichardTheRigid: pinch your nipples 

 She sat upright, still grinding away, but now made a show of holding her tits up and pinching the nipples until they were hard. She even licked them for extra value. 

RichardTheRigid: grab your ass and grind harder 

 Stephanie did so, but her eyes betrayed some bewilderment, as if she were experiencing a déjà vu moment in her sexual routine. She squeezed her cheeks hard, smiled, and glid back and forth on the pillow and vibrator. 

RichardTheRigid: rub your pussy 

 Steph began to tease her clit as she squirmed on the dildo, and I could see her body start to flush. 

Now I couldn't wait any more. I had been stroking my cock over my pants, and it was raging in its compressed state. I unzipped my pants, pulled them down over my ass, and my dick, now free, sprung forth and arched upward toward my navel. I gripped my prong and held it tight, squeezing the shaft but not working the head. I knew if I did any more I'd cum right there and then. Precum dribbled out over the top and trickled down the frenulum onto my fist. 

Stephanie began to rub slower, as though she were trying to retain the pleasure. She began to grit her teeth. 

RichardTheRigid: how are you feeling? 

 "Mmmph...this is nice, Richard! You sure know what I like!" 

Stephanie began to move faster and faster. She reached underneath her ass and dialed the vibrator up to full speed. You could hear it whine as she writhed away. 

"Oh fuck...this is nice...wow...ohh..." Stephanie moaned. Right then I knew she was getting to the verge of cumming. I began to stroke my cock, from the base to the head, slathering my aching prick with precum. 

Stephanie leaned forward on the bed and bucked her hips furiously. The wooden sleigh bed began to lightly slap the wall. 

"Ohhh gaaawd, I'm gonna cum, oh shit..." 

My orgasm was building steadily as I watched Steph shove herself onto her vibrator. I moved in time with her, watching her tits swing forward and backward as she fucked the pillow with all her might. 

"Fuck I'm gonna cum...oh fuck...yeah...yeah... oh SHIIIIITT!!" she yelled as she shook uncontrollably. 

And my cock began to twitch, suddenly erupting a hot fountain of semen onto my hand. I covered the head just in time to keep anything from falling onto the floor or my clothes. 

Stephanie panted short, sharp breaths as she recovered from her orgasm. Then she laughed, and sang out "wow! That was fun! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I have tonight! Shows over...see you soon!" 

 

Markafterdark: wow 

Miles4GoodPussy: great show! 

kinkofkinks: thx l8r 

 

TrentNotTrent: fuck I came hard 4U 

exconvaldez: I could suck your tits all day... 

emilioboy: thank you 

morbidcock92: fuck, babe. 

 Yup, good show. I turned off the tablet, and got ready to head home. 

* * * * * * * 

I woke up. It was 5:30 in the morning, and the slight chill in the air put my body on alert much sooner than I'd have liked. I rolled over towards the middle of the bed to try to get a little more rest, and then I felt Stephanie's body next to mine. She was turned away with her back facing me, and her curves seemed to ease right into my frame just perfectly. Steph's ass was against my pelvis like a soft pillow, and her back arched into my chest. The warmth of her body suddenly stimulated me, and soon I was erect. 

Half asleep, she pressed against me, and her ass rubbed against my erection. God! it felt so good. I ran my hand up and down her back, massaging her shoulders and the small of her back, kneading the muscles. She moaned in pleasure, and wiggled her round behind onto my aching cock. 

"Mmm...good morning honey," Steph murmured. "You're up early, aren't you?" 

"I guess so," I whispered. 

"Maybe I could help you with that?" she asked. 

Stephanie ground her ass onto my dick, and the satin of her PJ's made me slide like a knife through butter. 

I slid my hands up her abdomen and cupped her bosom. Her breasts were warm and soft, and her nipples began to stiffen to my touch. I teased them lightly, and caressed her breasts. 

I nuzzled the nape of her neck, and she moaned in a low whisper. I knew that the second I touched her pussy it would be wet, and we'd soon engage in a good old-fashioned morning fuck. I moved my hand further down her abdomen and grabbed her thigh, caressing it and squeezing her ass with the other. As my hand moved toward the inside of her pelvis I could feel the heat rise into my palm. 

I lifted the nighty and felt the tuft of pubic hair brush my fingers. Stephanie continued to grind on my crotch, and her hand reached back and tugged at the waistband of my boxers. The head of my cock was now touching the warm skin of her ass, and the precum from my cock began to drip onto it, making a slippery pathway as I humped her. 

My fingers trailed down her pubic triangle, and combed the coarse hairs as I lightly stroked her outer labia. Steph moaned with satisfaction, and I moved my middle finger into the little valley that would open up into her amazing soft, hot sex. My fingertip felt a slight hint of moisture. Success! She was getting hot and ready to... 

"Honey, what time is it?" Stephanie said. 

"Um...5:45." 

She sat up with a jerk. "Shi-i-it! I'm late! I've got an early meeting today. Oh fuck, honey, I'm so sorry...I've got to get going. Please let me make it up to you tonight." 

"OK. I understand," I said. 

Steph turned over to kiss me, got up out of bed stripped naked and headed to the shower. I watched her, staring at her ass wiggling as she walked into the bathroom. Damn, she looked good naked. My hard-on began to ache, and was not about to give up in spite of the sudden let-down. She looked even better when you wanted to fuck her and couldn't! 

Damn, but I hurt. 

I heard the shower turn on, and the sound of Stephanie opening the glass door as she got in and closing it behind her. The water cascaded onto the tile floor and splashed around, echoing as Stephanie bathed. Then I got an idea. 

I got out of bed, and grabbed the phone off my nightstand. I flipped the camera on and set the video on standby. I tiptoed to the bathroom and peered through the doorway. 

At the end of the room, I could see the shower with Stephanie inside. I had coated the doorway with a fog-proof coating I'd purchased at the auto parts store a week ago, and without the mist coating the glass I could see Steph perfectly. I made sure her back was turned to me, then placed the phone on the countertop and hit record. 

Stephanie stood in the shower, warm water flowing down her body. She tilted her head back and let the shower stream hit her face. Her hair was pinned back to keep dry so she could get out to work. Her hands rubbed her chest, and idly ran over her breasts. Then she paused, and stepped back from the stream. 

She grabbed the bottle of soap, poured a bit onto a scrub brush, and started to rub the lather onto her body. Soap began to curl around her shoulders and backside, then down around her buttocks and legs, finally piling up at her feet. 

Stephanie turned to profile view, and I could see her front side covered entirely in soap suds. Her eyes were closed, and she rubbed her hands on her abdomen, running them up and down her body and cupping her breasts as I had done not minutes earlier. Her nipples were taut and erect, and she pinched them, writhing slightly as she did so. 

Her hands rubbed her ass, and she spread the cheeks apart, letting the water run in between as she washed. She turned back to the shower, and rinsed her body of all the soap, letting it wash down her body and flow towards the drain. 

Then she stood in the shower stream again, letting the water hit her chest. Her back faced me again, but her legs were spread wider and she leaned forward to steady herself against the wall. Her left hand travelled down her ass, and rubbed in between the cheeks. Then it trailed lower and started moving around as she began torub her pussy. She arched her back inwards as her fingers moved in circles over her labia. 

I stood in the room, staring at Stephanie's figure as she masturbated. Her hand moved back toward the front of her body again, and she spread her legs wider in a small crouch. Her fingers spread the lips apart, and then entered her pussy. She slid them rhythmically back and forth, in and out, slowly at first then gaining momentum. My cock was still hard, and I rubbed it through my boxers as I watched. 

Stephanie turned the water down to a trickle, and crouched down on the tile floor. Her round ass seemed to swell as she sat on her haunches. The tuft of pubic hair that was visible from the backside hung down in a dripping cascade of red locks, about an inch below. Her hand was moving quickly now, frigging her pussy. Her ass writhed in time with her strokes, and her legs stiffened as she paused when her fingers were fully inside. 

She leaned her head down as her body movements became more intense, and you could hear her breathing heavily, but lightly enough so as not to attract attention. She moved her torso up and down in small, slow movements as her orgasm began to build. 

Suddenly, Stephanie looked up at the ceiling, and tightened her body with all her might. She deliberately twisted her body onto her hand five, six, then seven times as she started to come. She exhaled spasmodically, then grabbed her breast with her right hand as she forced herself to calm down. When her orgasm subsided, she got out of her crouch, and stood up, turning to open the shower door. 

That was my cue. I grabbed my phone, quickly bolted away from the doorway, tiptoed back to bed and got under the covers. I switched off the video camera, and made like I was checking my email as Stephanie walked back in the room, covered in a towel, and headed towards the dresser. 

She looked at me and smiled. I briefly panicked, wondering if she might have seen me. No, I thought, she got flustered whenever I caught her masturbating. So she was playing coy. Whew. Got away with that one. 

"Oh my god," Stephanie said. "I lost track of the time in the shower. I need to run." She removed her towel and dressed quickly, putting on panties and hose, then her skirt. She stood up, and in the mirror I could see her naked breasts with those marvelous nipples sticking out from the dark maroon circles of her areolae. She put on her bra, and a blouse, then stepped into her shoes and walked toward the bed. She kissed me real quick, then remembered something. She reached down to grab my cock. Feeling its hardness, she smiled. "I'm sorry we couldn't do anything this morning," she said. "I promise, promise you I will make it up to you tonight." 




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I smiled. "I'll be waiting anxiously," I said. "I hope your pussy wants to be licked hard this evening after the kids go to bed." 

She mock bit her lip. "Oh you know it does," she said. "Keep that thing rock hard for me now." 

Stephanie kissed me, and quickly scurried out the door. I soon heard the front door slam, and then the car starting up and driving away. When I was certain she was gone, I turned the video player back on. Steph was back in the shower, perfectly in frame, and you could see every detail. A perfect capture. 

I watched Stephanie repeat what she had done earlier. Fuck, I thought. You had to leave early but needed to get off first. You are such cock tease. 

 As I watched her masturbate, I began to stroke my cock again. The letdown from earlier in the morning, the near-edge experience of seeing her without being detected, then catching the replay all over again had made my erection maddeningly overwhelming. I really needed to cum, and now. 

I went back to the bathroom, phone in hand, stripped off my boxers and stood over the sink. My cock was a veritable pole, and red with excitement. I quickly grabbed the body lotion Steph kept on her side of the bathroom counter, applied some to my hand, and grabbed my cock. I stroked furiously, but held back as long as I could because I wanted to cum when Stephanie did. 

As she orgasmed, I felt my balls and the underside of my cock burning with fire. It swelled up and lit my entire body, and I felt my skin tingling all over. My cock erupted its creamy load into the sink in three hard, furious spurts. Oh god, that was amazing! 

I turned off the video and got in the shower to clean off. Yeah, I thought. That video's a keeper. Hmm, should I upload it onto my favorite tube site? No, I'll keep that one just for me when I really need it. 

I got dressed, and went into the hall to wake up the kids and get them ready for school. After I saw them off, I went back to my room to get my wallet and keys. 

Suddenly I heard a "pling" from a cell phone, an alert for a new message but a different tone from the one I had on mine. Hmm; Stephanie left her phone at home again. I went to her nightstand and picked it up. There was a red icon on top of her e-mail app icon, so I opened it up to read the message. 

Hey Steph, I got some great news. My new novel is coming out in a week, and I'm going to be on a book tour! And guess where my first stop will be next Friday? Yep. I arranged it that way. I would love to see you again, and this time we can make it really personal. Will you be free? Do you want to see me? Can we keep this off the hub's radar? 

Best, 

Dave  

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I stood there, frozen, for what seemed like an hour. My head was swarming with confusion and anger, fear and bewilderment. My body, however, was still relaxed and enjoying the glow of a very intense orgasm I'd had not fifteen minutes before. 

Oh my god. Oh my god. He's coming...here! And he's going to fuck my wife! What the fu... wow, how brazen can you get?? 

 I had to admit, that was pretty ballsy for Dave to come out like that and say he was tailoring his business schedule to accommodate taking sexual liberties with another man's woman. 

Calm down, I told myself. Maybe Steph will read this and come to her senses once she realizes this is literally coming to her doorstep. Give her a chance. 

I took the kids to school, and came home to make myself a cup of coffee before I went off to work. I left the phone in the bedroom, and just before it was time for me to go, I decided to check back one more time. Partially I wanted to see if this was real, or if I misread something. I wanted to be certain this was not some trick of the mind. 

I turned on the phone's screen again, and checked the mail app. Now there was a new message, from Dave. 

Great, it said. I'm glad we're not chi...no, read the reply below first, I told myself. Oh wow...Stephanie had checked her personal email once she got into the office and saw this. She was certainly quick on the draw. 

Wow, that's unbelievable you're coming out here! I'm excited at the thought of seeing you...and believe me, I've thought about what would ever happen if we got to this point...this is certainly sooner than I ever expected! I'm nervous and giddy with excitement, and I'm trembling as I write this...yes yes yes, I want to see you so much. I'm ready. Tell me when. I'll work things out to make it happen, and don't worry about Steve. He'll never know about it. I'll make it certain he doesn't. 

xoxoxo 

Steph 

 My blood went cold. I felt like I had gotten punched in the gut by a prizefighter. I reeled for a minute, attempting to grapple with the gravity of it all. Then I took a deep breath and read the reply Dave sent to Steph: 

Great. I'm glad we're not chickening out here. Here's my schedule. I'm coming over next Wednesday, and I'll be at the book signing from 3-5pm. We could meet for an early happy hour, and then...who knows? Ha ha...I think we both know. But we can be in my room, and you'll be back home in time to have had a plausibly late business event. 

Well, at least there was no ambiguity about it now. This was a full-blown affair, and they planned to take it all the way. And he was coming here to consummate it in a little less than a week. 

What had been, up to this point, fun and games - as much as indulging my voyeuristic tendencies while my wife was replaying some online affair could ever be - was going to take a permanent turn and become a very serious matter indeed. And that turn was not going to be stopped by my wife. She wanted to press on. 

I felt sick. I sat down on the edge of my bed to collect myself, and push back the panic I felt welling up inside. The, all of a sudden, a wave of nausea overpowered me, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up. 

The sudden sickness and the relief that ensued created a kind of catharsis, and I was able to sit down and think through the situation in a more rational manner. 

First, there was the matter of the affair from a pragmatic point of view. What if my wife wanted a divorce? Or, if confronted, what would her natural response be - would she be contrite, or would she angrily double down and push for her own wants and desires? 

The answer to that question was: probably both. If I presented her with evidence, she would of course be defensive and quick to rationalize her part in the affair. She'd blame something gone awry in our relationship, and demand her right to happiness. Then she'd think over the long-term effects of her actions, and be sorrowful for hurting anyone around her - of course, saying she never intended to cause any trouble or pain. 

But in the worst-case scenario, she'd attempt to pursue a divorce and blame me in the process. That would only happen in the event that she'd "fall in love" with her old high school boyfriend, or see no way out of getting away clean when faced with the fact that others knew and disapproved of her behavior. In either case this would take some time to come to fruition, and anything could happen along the way. Stephanie could become apologetic, though not likely, or either she or Dave could get cold feet or get practical about sustaining a relationship borne out of cheating. 

However it would pan out, the thing not to do would be to present her with some half-assed theory that she was cheating, backed up with little to no hard evidence. I had to have incontrovertible proof that she was being unfaithful, divorce or no. It was important that she knew I knew of her activities, and she couldn't get out of admitting it when faced with the truth. 

So, what to do? Hire a detective? Have him snap surreptitious shots of them sipping cocktails in a bar from the vantage point of a darkened car parked down the street, or spy on her in a hotel room downtown and give me a folder full of file photos of naked people in a hotel room, with a recording and transcripts of the proceedings? Hm. Pretty clinical. 

Would it be necessary? Not that it would stand in court - most divorces these days were small affairs with no film noir dramas of lawyers showing black and white snapshots, and household maids/mistresses called to the witness stand. We certainly did not have a lot of money at stake, and I had no desire to blow things out of proportion in a mediation. 

Would it resolve anything? I wanted Stephanie. I wanted my wife. I wanted to keep my marriage intact. This would not happen if I chose to win an argument and lose a war. I didn't want to alienate her, which would certainly happen if I played the role of private investigator. Sometimes you need to let things play out and take a natural course, only confronting when it's seriously in danger of ending. You show proof of this nature, it means you're prepared to have the other party walk out for good. So it's best to stay informed, and step in only when needed. 

If you make it a deal breaker, are you willing to break the deal? 

 I wasn't sure. I didn't know how to keep Stephanie from moving in this direction, but I certainly did not want to see her walk away from everything either. 

In my career, the old saying "Every battle is won or lost before it is fought" rang true over much advice I'd ever gotten about business strategy. Most sales, corporate acquisitions, strategic maneuvers and corporate crises were successfully executed or defended against with having more information, not less. That meant that long before anything became a situation, meticulous and painstaking research was the key to knowing about 98% of what was going to happen. I didn't yet know of the outcome of our marriage, but I needed to do my homework. 

Certainly I could hire a gumshoe to trail Steph and Dave and maybe catch them in the act. But what if I were able to definitely catch them in flagrante delicto? Photos were good proof positive; video would certainly be better. But I just couldn't get Dave's hotel information, bug the room, and hope he and Steph would show up and fuck some night. Too expensive and risky. 

However, if they were in our bedroom...I had already secretly videoed my wife masturbating twice on camera. How could I get the room appropriately wired to cover a tryst? 

A thought briefly flashed through my head. My friend Bob Leonides was an expert in corporate security. He knew how to install pinhole cameras anywhere and record high-quality videos of people under investigation for a variety of corporate wrongdoings. What's more, he owed me a favor, and a big one at that...I snapped my fingers. Of course! I reached for my phone. 

"Leonides Investigations, this is Megan." 

" Hi Megan, I'd like to speak with Bob Leonides, please. This is...Rich Onnyx calling." 

"Sorry, can I get the spelling of your last name, please?" 

"Onnyx. O-n-n-y-x; like onyx but with two n's." 

"I see. Please hold, sir." 

I chuckled. Onnyx was an anagram for Nixon, but with a "y" where the "I" belonged. Bob thought it funny to name me after the president known for bugging the White House and recording every conversation that took place, which became his undoing when Watergate erupted. 

"Putting you through to Mr. Leonides, Mr. Onnyx. Go ahead, please," the receptionist said, and then hung up. 

"Steve! How the hell are you, buddy?" the voice boomed at the other end. 

"Hey, Bob. How's it hanging?" I asked. 

"I'm not letting my meat loaf," he laughed. "Hey, what can I do you for?" 

"Well, I've been thinking about it, and it seems my personal life is in a bit of a jam at the moment. So I'd like to call in that favor if you don't mind." 

"Anytime, buddy," Bob said. "Anytime. You know I'm good for it. I'm truly grateful. You want to tell me what's happening?" 

"Well, I have really good reason to believe that Steph is being unfaithful, and I'd like to catch her at it. What do you recommend?" 

"Certainly it would be easier for you to wire up the house and have her and her lover meet on your home turf," Bob said. "Otherwise, we're chasing her around with the truck, and that can get really costly. A little bit risky too, since you can't depend on the transmitting quality of our instruments in the field. But we can definitely rig the house just right. Undetectable." 

Bob was right about undetectable. His specialty was high quality camera installations in high-tech manufacturing cleanroom environments, where you had to keep the radio frequencies out of the specialized bandwidth of the manufacturing equipment, and the competing frequencies of each company's cell and wireless network providers. 

"So, what can we do, and how fast can it be done?" I asked. 

"We rig your bedroom and living room with about 3-4 cameras apiece that can capture all of the angles. We'll set up a private web space where you can log in and monitor multiple cams, select any of them and pan and zoom in, or you can record it all and watch at your own leisure," Bob said. "To answer your second question, we can get this done on a single day you both are out. You won't know we've been here." 

"How much?" I asked. 

"Pricey, but for you I offer our 25% discount so you won't have to pay as much." 

Still high, but doable. "Okay," I said. "When?" 

"When do you need it?" 

"Definitely before next Friday." 

"Next Friday? Wow, she's got this scheduled already?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." 

"How about Sunday?" 

"Um..." I said, then thought it through: we could go out for errands or brunch..."yeah, that's cool. We'll all be out. Let's do this." 

"Alright, my friend. I'll send you the non-disclosure. And I'll make it possible for you to pay in cash, so we can get in and out with no traces. Just tell me where you'll leave it," he said. 

"Under the piano?" I asked. 

"Good enough for me. Okay, make sure you're gone after 10am. And leave the envelope taped under the lid, not the soundboard." 

"Thanks," I said. 

"And then we're good, right?" 

"Absolutely." 

Now, on to find when Dave would be here, and figure out how to help Steph lure him to our bedroom. 

"Honey," I said that night over dinner, "can we talk schedules for a minute?" 

"Sure," Stephanie said. 

"We have a major pitch going out to a potential client in a week and a half. We're going to have to pull late nights to get this together. All hands on deck." 

Stephanie looked at me, skeptically at first, to see if I was on the level. Then she said, "what about Davidson? Isn't it his turn to wrangle the staff?" 

"No," I said. "He's on leave. So I gotta helm the project." 

"Does that mean you get the account once you win it?" 

"Maybe, but my workload is pretty tight. I'll find a way to hand it off if it's too cumbersome." 

Stephanie looked thoughtful. I could tell she was thinking about Dave showing up the following week, and she seemed a little disappointed. 

"Hey, I'm really sorry about this," I said. "It popped up. I can get help for the kids if you have any plans." 

She paused for a minute. "No, that's OK. I can work it out. We wanted to have a girls' night next Friday, but I can arrange a sleepover." 

"Thanks, honey. I owe you one." 

She smiled. "I understand. Don't work too hard, okay?" 

Wow, that was easy. Stephanie normally put me through my paces when I had things come up. But since the webcamming started up, she became more and more used to my absences, and didn't argue anymore. 

An hour after dinner, while Steph was watching her favorite sci-fi show, I sneaked a view of her phone and her e-mail. 

You know what? He's at work again late all week on an important project, typically until 2 am or so. I don't know if I can get away with staying at a hotel, but maybe you could come over...the kids will sleep over somewhere, so we'll definitely have the night to ourselves. 

 A few minutes later, the reply: Awesome. I'll meet you anywhere. But in your own bed...god that's like old times again. I'll bring the wine... 

Okay, it's official, I thought. I gave Bob a quick text to let him know it was okay to do the work. 

The next morning, over breakfast, I asked Stephanie: 

"Hey, do you want to go to the coast sometime this weekend? We could get Sunday brunch at that great place we were always thinking about." 

"What a nice idea," she said, brightening up. "Let's all go there. We could use the fresh air." 

* * * * * * * 

After I got in to work on Monday, I received a text message. It was from Bob Leonides. 

The eagles have nested. 

 Jeez, could he get any sillier? Bob was an utter pro with his work, but around me he could never pass up the opportunity to have a good laugh. 

I called him. "Hey, smartass." 

"Hey. It's all done and working fine. You should check it out." 

"How?" I asked. 

"Download my app, and login with your client info. Username is CubanPlumber, and password is Watergate214." 

"Again with the Nixon references? What's 214 mean?" 

"That was the room they met in to plan the break-in." 

"You're a weird history buff, you know that?" 

"What can I say? It inspired me." 

I pulled out my tablet, switched it on, and downloaded Bob's private app. It was software used for monitoring security camera footage for his clients. I logged in, and selected RES01 for my main, and so far only, location, and MASTER BEDROOM. 

Instantly, the screen divided into six separate squares, providing me with monitor feeds, four for my bedroom and two for the master bath. For the bedroom, I could see directly over the bed, facing the bed from the television, the right side of the bed and a view from just over the headboard. For the bathroom, an angled overhead directly between the shower and tub, and also on the wall facing them. All in high resolution, full color. 

"Wow, incredible!" I said. Where did you hide these babies?" 

"You would never know from looking at them," Bob said. Let's just say we found some good spots that cannot be detected by the naked eye." 

"You really worked on the bedroom there." 

"Yeah, I figured you'd want options," Bob laughed. "But I also thought you'd like to see anything happening in the bathroom too." 

"Thanks," I said. 

"Now, to get an exclusive view, just tap on any of the cameras and the window will enlarge. Also, if you want to see just the tub or the shower, you can pan the overhead angle. And you can zoom in on all of them if you want." 

"Wow." 

"Don't forget the audio. You can't really tell now that nobody's in the room, but you get a really nice capture. Now, to record anything incriminating, just swipe up the control panel from the bottom of the screen and hit record. My servers will take the feed from all angles, and you can play back anything you like, anytime. You also have control of whatever you save, but if you dump it, it's gone." 

"How did you do this?" I asked. 

"Trade secrets," Bob replied. "All the cameras feed wirelessly to a router I installed on your property, but not where you'd expect to find it, like a garage or attic. And that feed goes to my servers. It's encrypted so outside hackers can't just dial an IP address for the cameras." 

"It's expensive, I'll bet." 

"Let's just say I didn't leave you any change. And you know, if you want more, just call me." 

"Thanks, man." 

"Happy peeking." 

After Bob hung up, I felt my pulse rate quicken, and I started to breathe heavily. Was I having a panic attack? No, that wasn't it...despite the unease I felt over my wife's impending tryst, my body was coursing with adrenaline, excited at the thought how I'd be able to see everything she was doing. The images that crossed my mind of her in bed, fucking someone furiously, and me viewing it all from any angle, hearing every sound and seeing each moment of ecstasy...I was hard as a rock from thinking about it. I could barely wait for Friday. 




Reading Her e-Male Ch. 03



* * * * * * * 

 Friday night after work, I hit up a local bar for happy hour, chilled out and watched the game for a couple of hours. I figured rightly that Dave was wrapping up his little book signing, then needed time to check into his hotel and freshen up before his date in my home with Stephanie. Then he'd need about fifteen or twenty minutes to get to our neighborhood and park somewhere nearby, so...nine o'clock-ish. 

As the pre-fourth quarter round of commercials played on, I thought about the practicality of managing an out-of-town affair. It couldn't really last, could it? 

Dave was a writer. Apart from his book tours, there was not a lot of need for travel in his profession, except to research or pen a novel. So the travel cycle wouldn't really allow for things to carry on between himself and Steph. A book tour, work on the next piece and all the prep for publishing, then another tour, if he was doing well. So I really couldn't see it being able to go on. 

One little trip from Dallas, a night with the wife, then back to reality. At least, that's how I estimated most affairs of this nature to be. My wife didn't travel, so they couldn't have those cross-country meetups you saw in the movies. And one person can't just fly into town all the time for some one-offs before people figured things out. Or until it just got boring, or worst of all, someone would raise the commitment issue. 

And here I was, sitting in a bar, waiting for this whole thing to happen so I could catch my wife in the act of fucking another man, having paid a decent amount of mad money to rig the bedroom to spy on her...fuck, this was crazy! Why was I obsessed with getting all this on tape? 

Was I jealous? Sure. Was I humiliated? I certainly didn't enjoy the thought of my wife's sexual attention going to someone she obsessed over besides myself. 

But why did something so morally repulsive appeal to me so? I couldn't get the idea of seeing Stephanie engaging in sexual liberties out of my head, and it turned me on. It was so exciting that I couldn't think of anything else. 

Maybe I was really trying to enable my own voyeuristic tendencies? 

My phone vibrated. It was my reminder to myself that I needed to get back to the office and check the tablet. I paid the bill, and headed out. 

I got back to my desk shortly after nine o'clock. I locked the door, turned off the lights, and switched on the tablet. After I logged into the app, the suite of mini-monitors popped up and showed me a perfectly made bed in the middle of a dimly-lit bedroom. The lights were off in the bathroom, so those monitors were dark. 

Oh no, I thought. They met somewhere else after all? 

I waited five minutes, then another five. Still nothing. I cranked up the audio as loud as I could to see if the mics were picking up outside noises. Nope. 

Maybe they're in another room? I wondered. Then I panicked. Shit, they could be in the living room, on the sofa! Why didn't I think of that earlier? I cursed myself for my lack of foresight. What a waste! Maybe I could head back home and peep in the windows, hoping a cop wouldn't catch me... 

Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open, and a beam of light from the hallway crossed the floor. Two people walked in. It was Steph, and a man with a smaller, stocky build walked in. They embraced, then fell back on the bed, laughing. 

So that's Dave, I thought. 

Steph had a bottle in her hand, and an empty glass. She placed both on the nightstand, kicked her shoes off, turned her back to Dave and nodded her head to beckon him over. He unzipped the back of her dress, which she left on. Then she rolled onto the bed, and pulled him to her, and they kissed again. 

They made out for five or ten minutes, whispering softly about how glad they were to see each other again, and how neither thought it was possible that they'd ever reconnect. Stephanie rubbed his chest over his shirt, and alternately kissed his ear, neck and mouth as they lay side by side. Dave took off his shoes, and loosened his belt buckle. 

I stared at this scene as it happened, taking it all in. I had selected the ceiling view of the bed, as it took in both of them, laying side by side together. Steph was turned toward Dave, who lay on his back, and occasionally rolled over to kiss her and caress her breasts and ass. His hand moved up and down her back where he had unzipped her dress, and when she rolled over, I could see a small black bra strap, still clasped. 

Dave fumbled with the clasp for a second or two, and popped it loose as she lay facing him. Then he eased the dress down a bit, until the arms covered the shoulders and the tops of her breasts showed. He leaned over to kiss and caress them, but did not attempt to undress her any further. Steph undid a few buttons on Dave's shirt, exposing his chest a bit, and she rubbed it gently. Then she undid a few buttons at the bottom, and rubbed his stomach under his shirt. 

Dave's had wandered down Stephanie's more exposed back, over her ass and down to the hemline of her dress. He moved it up again over her thigh under the dress, caressing her ass. Stephanie did not flinch. She crossed a leg over his, and moved in closer. 

Then she rolled on top of him and began to kiss him with long, deliberate embraces. Dave moved his hands over her back, and back up under her dress, feeling her ass underneath. He gripped it firmly, and she made small writhing movements on top of his frame as he did so. 

She rolled off, and then unbuttoned the fly of Dave's jeans. She moved her hand inside, slowly and gently. Dave continued to kiss Stephanie, and pulled down at the dress a little more. Steph sat up, raised her arms, and Dave pulled the dress over her head. The bra came off with it, and soon Stephanie was facing Dave with her naked torso exposed to his face. 

Dave lay there and stared for a second, taking it all in, and then he lifted himself up and began to kiss Stephanie's breasts. I flipped to a side view, from the TV facing the bed. He took each breast in his hands, and kissed both softly and lovingly. She held his head in her arms as he did so, straddling him. Then he began to suck on each nipple, kissing and licking them. Stephanie began to sigh as he worshipped her beautiful, freckled, 38DD globes. 

Then Stephanie pushed Dave back, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. She opened it up, and began to kiss and stroke his chest. It was hairy, unlike mine, and Dave's body was a little more overweight than I was for his size. She caressed his chest, and then slid her hands under his jeans and rubbed his ass. Then she kissed him again and rubbed his crotch through the fly of his jeans once more. 

Stephanie sat up, still straddling Dave. She wiggled down to his knees, and tugged at his jeans, pulling them until they were off just over his ass. His cock lay semi-erect, and she bent over, grabbed it and took it in her mouth. She sucked slowly, bobbing her head up and down. Dave lay back and sighed. 

"Oh my god," he moaned. "You haven't changed. Nobody can suck a cock like you." 

Steph giggled in appreciation, and began to suck Dave off with vigor. 

My cock began to swell again, and I squeezed it through my slacks, creating small waves of tingling pleasure in my body. 

Dave lay there for a minute or two, panting briefly. Then he pulled gently at Stephanie's head, and she pulled away from his cock. It was fully erect, about 8 inches in length, and glistening with saliva. She looked at him and grinned. 

Dave eased himself on his elbows and flipped Stephanie onto her back. Then he crawled down to her panties, and pulled them off. He stripped naked, throwing his clothes off the bed, then lay back down and planted his face in her pussy. 

Stephanie began to make tiny, whimpering moans as Dave went down on her. She stroked his hair and whispered, "oh yes, baby. I love it. Thank you...oh my god that is so fantastic...yes, yes, yes..." Dave began to work on her more intently, and his head moved in tiny side-to-side motions. Stephanie's moans became more pronounced and louder, which she did once she felt fully comfortable with the knowledge there were no children in the house. 

"Ohh...yes baby yes! Oh Dave, I can't believe it this is soooo...good...oh my god!!" she yelled out loud. Dave continued to eat her out furiously, and she cried out with little gasps of breath as she reveled in the pleasure of having another man licking her snatch. 

Dave lapped away at her clit, and moved his index finger in and out of her pussy, making small circular motions. With each thrust she lifted her hips in pleasure. If he kept this up she was going to cum soon. My cock was stiff in my pants, and I needed to unbuckle my belt as I watched their foreplay continue. 

Suddenly, Steph gasped and begged Dave to stop. He lifted his head up, and got to his knees. Stephanie spread her legs and looked intently at Dave, with pleading eyes. He grabbed her knees and eased himself toward her pubic thatch. Stephanie spread her lips apart, exposing her moist, red sex to him. He held his erect cock, pointing it at her pussy, and placed the head gently at the opening. Stephanie grabbed the shaft and gently eased him inside. He hardly needed any help, though, because he slid easily into her, and pushed himself all the way to hilt with a groan. Stephanie gasped with pleasure. 

I winced as Dave impaled my wife, feeling winded as another man had now taken the woman I loved for himself. But my body was surging with excitement, completely turned on at seeing my wife in complete lust for another man, living out her fantasies. I unzipped my pants, and carefully set them aside. My cock sprang out of the fly of my boxers, engorged and pleading for release. I stripped off my shorts and stroked my cock furiously. I switched to the side room view on my console app. 

Dave glided slowly in and out of my wife's pussy, and she breathed deeply as he moved, all the way in and out, stopping just before the tip of his shaft passed the labia. Then he changed gears, pressed all the way inside, and began to buck his hips, slapping on her thighs. Steph's breathing turned into sharp gasps, then cries of pleasure as he fucked her furiously on the bed. Her cries turned to loud screams as he gained momentum. Finally he drew a deep breath and stopped suddenly, gasping for air. 

"Oh god, baby..." Stephanie panted, "why did you stop?" 

Dave pulled out entirely and flipped Stephanie onto her knees, then turned her 45 degrees until she was facing the headboard. I switched to that view and could see her tits hanging down, swinging pendulously as he fucked her doggy-style. 

Steph grabbed onto the duvet for support, but still slid around. Dave held onto her ass for support and began to slap his hips against hers, slowly first then picking up speed. Stephanie lifted her head and arched her back inward as he impaled her pussy, drilling it. 

I was pumping my cock furiously too, hoping and praying that I would last as long as they were that night. Dave grabbed the top of Stephanie's ass cheeks, white-knuckling it from the intensity of his fucking. Stephanie was moaning in what seemed like a mix of pain and pleasure. Occasionally, Dave would slow down, pause, then build up again as his stamina returned. 

Stephanie called out "Oh god, Dave! I missed you so fucking much all these years!! Fuck me hard, baby, fuck me hard! Oh god, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum!" 

Dave continued to hold onto Stephanie, and quickened his stroke. He was sweating now, and shaking involuntarily while he pounded Stephanie from behind. "Cum for me baby, cum for me!" he yelled. 

Stephanie yelled "oh fuck, oh baby...shi-i-i-i-t I'm cumming!!" gripping the duvet and holding on for dear life as she jolted with her orgasm. Dave then pulled out, panting and groaning, and with a loud, guttural "aarrrhhhhh" erupted a stream of white fluid onto Stephanie's back, which collected in a pool just above her ass. 

Meanwhile, my cock twitched violently and my cum shot over the top of my desk, narrowly avoiding the photo of Stephanie and the kids I kept in the corner. I quickly mopped up the spill. 

I looked at the screen. They were both laying on the bed, breathing heavily. I was flushed from my orgasm, but once again I was feeling the twinge of regret at seeing my wife cheat on me. I switched off the tablet, and got dressed. 

So now it's official, I thought. Stephanie's a cheat, and I'm a cuckold. And what's more I loved watching it. What the fuck happened here? In a few short months our lives had shifted gears and changed. And now there would be no going back. 

I got in the car. At least this stands to be just this once, I told myself. We might never see this happen again. I could forgive it, she may come round...who knows? This might be a good lesson for us to keep our personal lives better maintained. A fresh marriage with lots of excitement is better than one that's boring and unpredictable. Maybe I could figure out what's wrong here and help turn things around before we go too far? 

I pulled into the driveway. It had been two hours since they had finished, and Dave had probably had enough time to get changed and out of the house before I came home. Still, I waited in the car a few more minutes to make certain I could come in undetected, while Stephanie was asleep. 

I opened the front door, took my shoes off, and tiptoed upstairs. I slowly opened up the bedroom door. It was dark. The smell of sex still hung in the air, and my wife was sound asleep in bed. I slid my pants off and took off my shirt, and prepared to crawl into bed. 

But just before I did, I felt the heat of another body rising up from the bed, and the deep snoring of another human being. I froze in terror. It was Dave. 

I quietly retraced my steps, left the room, and quietly slipped into one of the kids' rooms to sleep. But sleep would not come to me tonight. 

Oh my god, what was I going to do? 

To Be Continued



Reading Her e-Male Ch. 04



I woke up in a cold sweat. It was still dark, but I could sense it was just about dawn. I checked the clock on the nightstand. 5:05 am. 

I was in my daughter's bedroom, where I'd spent the night after coming home to my wife and her lover asleep in my bed. I got out of the small daybed, hunched over from being cramped up, and picked up my tablet. I needed to verify that everything I had seen with my eyes had really been true. I turned it on, cut the volume, and opened the private app that would show the camera feed for the internet cameras my security pal Bob installed for me over the previous weekend. I selected my bedroom for the room option, and waited. The screen divided into six windows. 

The monitors were dark, but as the sun slowly rose and light came in the room I could make out two figures in bed. My wife Stephanie, was on one side, and on the other was David Blair, the gothic mystery novelist who happened to have been Stephanie's old high school boyfriend. And he also happened to be in town for a book signing. And he happened as well to be able to meet up with my wife in person, months after they reconnected online for a long series of webcam sessions on my favorite public masturbation site. The more they got online, I knew it could only build up. 

Well, looks like the inevitable happened. 

I swiped my finger up from the bottom of the screen, and the console showed a series of control buttons. I hit "Play" to see if what had happened last night ever got caught on tape, or if I had forgotten to hit record in my excitement at watching these two lovers fuck in my high-tech, wired up bedroom. 

The instant replay of their entire session came up. Looks like we got video! I thought. Sure enough, there they were, necking and getting undressed on our bed, going down on each other, and fucking like animals in heat. They really, really seemed to have missed each other. I don't remember ever thinking back to my ex-girlfriend from senior year that fondly. 

I switched the video off. Morning was breaking, and soon they would wake up. It would not be good for them to see me here. What would we say? "Hi, I made you two breakfast. By the way, I'm Steve. And you are...?" 

I grabbed my shoes and sneaked downstairs. I opened the front door quietly, slipped my shoes on, and walked outside, taking care to keep the door from slamming shut. I open my car door, put the gear in neutral, and rolled it silently down the driveway. Once I had enough distance, I started it up and drove away. I could see a green rental car about half a block away. That must have been Dave's. 

I got myself some coffee and a breakfast sandwich from the drive-thru, and thought about how to kill some time. I may as well head back to the office, since my alibi was that I was pulling a late-nighter on the new account sales pitch. Since nobody was in, I could kick back in the office and kip for a spell, and allow Steph and Dave a chance to make a clean break. 

Once at my desk, I pulled my tablet out and logged back into my surveillance account. I could now see the interior of the bedroom clearly, and the morning light fell onto two nude bodies, still asleep. They were spooning, half covered by the duvet. Dave's hand was clasping Stephanie's breast, and she lay on her side with her leg reaching backward over his; a full-body embrace in sleep. Stephanie's figure began to stir, and her motion caused Dave to move briefly, then open his eyes and look around. 

Dave looked at Stephanie briefly, then kissed her shoulder. She turned onto her back and looked at him, smiling nervously. 

"Hi," she said, "I think we overslept." 

"I think we did," he responded. 

Then Stephanie jumped out of bed, said "excuse me," and left the room quickly. Dave got up and went to the bathroom. I could hear the sound of him urinating in the toilet, flushing it, and then using the sink to rinse and gargle. Boy, that was good audio, Bob, I thought. Everything in living color and live sound! 

 Dave returned from the bathroom and lay on the bed, and Stephanie came back into the room and joined him. "Sorry," she laughed. "I needed to check and see if anyone came home last night." 

"I didn't hear anything." 

"He's probably still working at the office." 

"Poor guy...lucky us." 

Stephanie laughed. "That was something last night. I really wanted this to happen. I dreamed about it since you first looked me up. And it was incredible." 

"Me too. I'm glad you gave me the motivation to finish my novel." 

"Do I get a copy?" 

"Sure," Dave said. "Oh shit! It's in my hotel room. I'll send it from the road. That way it won't look like I've been in town." 

"Hmm...good idea." 

"You like that? I've got another one..." Dave said, grinning, and reached out to grab Stephanie's shoulders. She laughed, and he pulled her in for a warm, naked embrace. 

They kissed for several minutes on the bed. They didn't move, only holding each other and speaking in whispers and endearments that were inaudible. After what seemed like hours, Dave sat up, and motioned for Stephanie to sit on his lap. She obliged, and he moved his hand underneath her pelvis and rubbed her pussy. Stephanie began to moan softly, and writhed as she sat on Dave's lap. He moved his hands up her back and neck, into her hair, down her bosom. Dave cupped her breasts in his hands and caressed them, kissing her mouth and then all over her chest. Stephanie grabbed his shoulders, and then lifted herself up on her knees to envelop his face in her breasts. 

Dave flopped back on the bed, and I could see he was erect. Stephanie lay back on his chest, her back to him, and he began to rub her pussy while continuing to caress her breast with the other hand. 

Stephanie moaned with pleasure and inhaled deep, luxurious breaths while Dave played with Stephanie's pussy. He ran his fingers through her pubis, gently rubbing and squeezing her labia. Stephanie arched back, and draped one leg backward over Dave's thigh, exposing her sex to his erect cock. He continued to play with her pussy, stroking her clitoris and moving his middle finger in and out of her vagina. Steph slowly rubbed her ass against his abdomen with deliberate thrusts, egging him on. 

Finally she whispered, "fuck me again, Dave. Fuck me now."  

Dave moved his hand away from her pussy, reached back and grabbed his cock to steady it, and pointed it at her open, waiting tunnel. Slowly he eased it in, and then began to thrust. With both hands he cupped Stephanie's breasts and brushed his fingers over her erect nipples. 

Stephanie whispered softly to Dave, inaudible to the microphones in the room. He nuzzled her neck, and quickened his strokes. His cock glided in and out of her pussy, glistening with her juices. Then he pulled out, and indicated to her to sit on his lap again. She obliged and sat down, lifting her ass briefly to ease herself back onto his cock. 

Stephanie began to ride Dave, wriggling her hips furiously as she fucked him with all her might. He held tightly on her back while he sucked on her breasts, licking and stroking her nipples with his flickering tongue. She bounced madly on his thighs, and cried out in rasping, guttural moans. 

Dave motioned for Stephanie to get up again, and then pushed her back onto the bed. She lay back and spread her legs, and Dave began to fuck her again. This time he slowly moved in and out, with deliberate, deep thrusts. He held Stephanie close and kissed her neck, her forehead and then her mouth, which he devoured hungrily. She seemed confused at first from this change of pace, where they previously had been fucking like athletes, but now he was taking his time like a proper lover. 

Stephanie began to ease into the rhythm of Dave's sensual exploration of Stephanie's body while he fucked her in missionary position. She lay back, smiling, sometimes laughing easily, then closing her eyes and bathing in the experience of having her body being worshipped inside and out. He thrust himself slowly, covering her with his bodyweight, using his hands to explore her thighs, grab her buttocks, caress her breasts and tease her areolae. Then she grabbed his hand and sucked on his fingers, moaning with every thrust. She lifted her legs up and clasped his ass with her ankles. 

Dave raised himself up on his forearms, and increased the intensity of his movements. His pelvis now smacked against Stephanie's, sending shocks of pleasure from her pussy throughout her entire body. 

"Oh god Dave..." she whimpered. "Oh Dave, Dave, Dave, please...I don't want it to stop. Please don't stop. Make me yours Dave, please." 

Dave seemed spurred on by Stephanie's moans, and he began to fuck her more intently, remaining in missionary position but bucking his body more determinedly. The bed began to creak, and shake with the force of his physique on Stephanie's. He was shorter than me, but very stocky, and he used his weight on her to his advantage as he slammed again and again onto Steph's torso. 

Stephanie gripped Dave's back and panted, "Oh god Dave, I'm cumming, yes, baby, yesyesyes yes, YESSSSSS!!" Her body shook uncontrollably, and she drew him in with all her might. 

Dave had been quiet up all this time, but now he began to moan softly as he fucked Stephanie. She gasped for breath under his weight, and he went all out in a final sprint, holding her down and grunting furiously. 

Suddenly he groaned "ohhhhhhhh..." and held his body still for half a minute. His buttocks tightened and his body started to tremble, like a bodybuilder holding his position for too long. Then he exhaled slowly, and collapsed on the bed, pulling out of Stephanie. 

They lay there for a minute, breathing hard. Stephanie looked down at her pussy, which began to drip with Dave's semen. 

"Wow, that's quite a lot there. Looks like you gave it your all," she laughed. 

Dave smiled. "I aim to please...especially when I finally get my chance to have the best all over again." 

Stephanie rolled over, and ran her fingers through Dave's chest hair. "Hmmm...are you sure you're all done?" 

"Oh my god, give an old guy a chance to rest up!" he laughed. 

Stephanie got up, and grabbed Dave's hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's hit the showers. I think we've got some more time to ourselves still." 

He got up, and followed her to the bathroom. 

I could see them entering the bathroom, and I switched over to the overhead monitor. Stephanie opened the shower door, and turned on the water. She waited for it to get warm, then stepped inside. The water poured down her body, and she leaned into the stream to get her hair wet. She turned and smiled, and beckoned for Dave to join her. She stepped aside to let him get under the water, and soon they were both wet. They laughed and cuddled under the water, kissing each other with short, giggling pecks.   

Stephanie got a bottle of shower gel, and began to pour it onto Dave's chest. She rubbed her hands throughout his chest hair and worked up a lather. She made him turn around, and she spread the soap onto his back and rubbed vigorously. He lifted his arms, and she scrubbed at his armpits. Steph then crouched on the floor of the shower and began to scrub Dave's ass, then down his legs to his feet, and back up again. She rubbed his ass, longer this time, with slower movements. Dave reveled in the sensuality of it all, chuckling and grunting in appreciation. 

Then he turned around, and Stephanie's hands dropped back to his feet, and she rubbed away at his shins, moving up to his knees. When she got to his thighs she began to massage and knead them slowly, looking up with a delighted twinkle. 

Steph poured more gel into her hand, and applied it to Dave's pubic region. She soaped up his thick hair over his penis, then parted her hands and moved them down his inner thighs near the groin. He widened his stance slightly, and she rubbed her hand over his perineum for a while, holding her gaze. Then gently she caressed his balls, touching them lightly with the suds. Finally, she lifted the shaft of his cock, admired its semi-turgid state, and softly stroked him a few times before finally giving the tip a little kiss. 

"All clean?" Dave asked. 

"Yup," Steph giggled. Then she got up and bounced slightly for fun. "My turn!" 

She placed her body under the showerhead and got thoroughly wet, then turned to Dave. He reached over and turned off the faucet. She grabbed a sponge and poured a generous amount of gel onto it. He then rubbed the sponge onto her back and scrubbed up enough lather that made his hands look like a meringue when he pulled them away. He crouched and applied the sponge to her belly, working his way down her thighs and feet, avoiding her breasts and pelvis. Then he worked up the back of her legs and, reaching her ass, scrubbed at it for a while before dropping the sponge and using his hands. Steph wiggled her ass appreciatively. 

Dave stood up, still holding Steph's ass in his palms, which he squeezed gently and spread apart while kissing the back of her head. He then slid his hand in between her cheeks and caressed her asshole. Steph ground on Dave's hand as he slowly massaged inside the cleft of her ass. 

He moved his hands away, and turned Stephanie around. Picking up the sponge, he squeezed a grapefruit-sized portion of lather, and rubbed it in his hands a bit. Then he spread the suds over her breasts, covering them in foam, carefully shaping them into perfect globes until Stephanie's chest resembled a reclining snowman. 

Stephanie stood still, grinning while Dave sculpted at the sudsy breasts. She held her breath so she wouldn't move accidentally and ruin anything. 

Dave squeezed a small bead of soap suds from his fist, then scooped a bit up with his index finger. Delicately he applied it to the left mound, right in the middle, so it resembled a nipple. Then he repeated the same process with the other side. He stood back and admired his work. 

"There. I figured they could use enlargement. You can never have them too big, you know." 

Stephanie laughed loudly, and heaved her tits left and right, shaking off the soap. Then she looked down at her pelvis. "Hey, you missed a spot," she said. 

"Oh jeez. How could I forget?" Dave said. "Hmm...are you feeling dirty down there?" 

"Yes, very." 

Dave stood facing Stephanie, and held her waist in one hand. With the other he trailed it down her belly to the fringes of her pubic hair, and began to run his fingers through the wet, crimson tuft. The soap from her body had trickled down enough that the hair began to cream up with lather, and Dave began to knead it like he was shampooing hair. Stephanie closed her eyes and sighed, and Dave continued to massage the soapy matted triangle, rubbing over the mons and underneath her legs on the outer lips, being careful to avoid letting anything get inside her. His other hand moved up her waist, and he caressed her breast while she drew in for a long, sensual kiss. 

Finally, he pulled away, and turned the water back on again. They both stood under the stream, alternately rinsing each other off or holding each other in their arms and kissing. As the soap washed away, they began to hold each other more, and their kissing intensified. Steph stood in David's embrace, holding his face in her hands and devouring his mouth with her own. Their tongues entwined, and Dave held onto Stephanie's ass as they stood motionlessly as the shower head rained on them. 

Dave turned off the shower again. The water trickled off to a slow drip, drip, drip, then stopped. You could now hear the noises reverberating off the hard tile. They continued to stand still, bodies stiffly pressed against each other. I could hear Stephanie breathe heavily. "Oh, David. Oh David. I missed you so much all these years." 

David pulled away, and held Stephanie at arm's length. She looked confused and happy at the same time. He then pressed his body to her again, moving her against the wall of the shower, and slowly began to crouch lower and lower until he was facing Stephanie's bikini area. He pushed her legs apart and moved his head into her thatch and began to lick her pussy. 

Stephanie gripped the wall with her hands, closed her eyes and lifted her head. As Dave licked away her chest began to heave, and her breasts jiggled as she moaned. She shivered slightly from the change in temperature. 

David lapped away, and Stephanie writhed on the wall, as though shocks were slowly running through her body. She grabbed his hair with one hand, and rubbed her fingers through his locks, murmuring, "Oh baby, yes. Please, please, please lick my pussy..." David bobbed his head up and down as he continued to eat her out. 

He placed his hands at the sides of her pussy, presumably to spread her lips apart, because soon after Steph gasped and moaned "Oooohhh, YES baby, that's it. Lick my clit hard. Yeah baby, suck on it! Don't stop, oh Davi-i-i-i-idd!" Suddenly her hips began to buck, and she yelled out "I'm coming! Oh yes, baby I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm cumming...AAAHHHHHH!!" Her body shook, and she pulled his face away to make him stop. A small stream of white fluid trickled down her thigh. 

David stood up, and put his hand on Stephanie's waist while she recovered. She panted, then looked at Dave and laughed. "Oh my god, nobody's made me come like that in years!" She flung her arms around him happily and kissed him hard. Then she stopped and pulled away, looking down at Dave's cock. It was rigid. 

"Well, look at what happens when you get a chance to rest up!" Steph giggled. She held it in her hands and looked at Dave coyly. "What would you like me to do with it?" 

"Whatever you like," he said. 

She stroked his erection gently, then bent over and kissed his chest, stopping to suck each nipple. She looked back at Dave and said, "I think we're clean enough. We don't need any more soap." 

Stephanie crouched down on the floor, and began to take his cock into her mouth. 

Dave smiled and sighed. He stood in place in the shower, hands at his sides, allowing Stephanie to take complete control of his cock with her mouth. His shoulders relaxed, and his thigh muscles became less rigid. His breathing slowed down to a deliberate, rhythmic pace as he basked in the meditative delights of being sexually worshipped by a beautiful woman. 

Stephanie cradled David's balls in her cupped hands, and with her index fingers and thumbs held the shaft in place while she gently massaged the underside of his penis. Her mouth moved slowly over the head, and she rotated her head gently as she sucked back and forth against his erection. 

Through the room view on my console, I could see Stephanie and David in profile in the shower. She pulled her head away from his pelvis, and his cock glistened in the light as it exited her mouth. She dragged her lips over the top of his glans, then pulled away with a kiss. Her tongue then flickered counterclockwise around the tip, then clockwise, then counterclockwise again. 

Steph pressed her face closer to Dave's crotch, licking his cock upward from the base to the edge of his frenulum. Her breasts brushed against his thighs as she moved up, and he trembled slightly. Then she grabbed his buttocks with both hands, placed her mouth over his cockhead, and moved slowly over the shaft until she had completely swallowed it. 

I could now hear Stephanie, making small choking sounds as she enveloped his entire shaft down to the hairy root. Dave looked down, somewhat concerned for Stephanie's safety, but she held his ass in place while she deep-throated him. Her mouth was opened to its widest, and her throat seemed to bulge out of her neck as she worked to accommodate his length. 

At last she pulled away, gagging and gasping for breath. She looked up at David. He seemed amazed at her ability to take his entire cock. 




Reading Her e-Male Ch. 04



"Hey, easy, Steph," he said. "You really don't have to..." 

Stephanie cut him off with a loud "shhh," then took his prick, now even more engorged, back in again. She struggled to hold it in place for a few seconds, but with a grunt, she moved her head back and forth, fucking his cock for all she was worth. She gasped again and pulled away, and a long strand of saliva connected his cock to her lower lip as she regained her wind. Then she went right back on him a third time. 

As she gasped for breath once more, Dave broke in. "Wow, babe, that's amazing. I never knew you could do that." 

"First time," Stephanie said, grinning. 

"Why did you want to do that?" 

"I wanted to know I could take a cock like yours all the way in my mouth. And I also want to remember you filling me up in every way possible." 

"Every way? But we haven't..." 

Stephanie quickly backpedaled. "Not every way, no. I'm not ready for that yet." 

"You like your toys though." 

"Yeah, I'm learning, and I get to control it that way. Now shut up." 

She went back to licking Dave's cock, and once more she pressed her face into his crotch. His cock mashed into her face, and she licked it furiously up and down while she grabbed his buttocks. Her fingers were deeper in the crack, and I could see her hands wiggle stiffly. "Wow," Dave said. "I've never had anyone play with me there...oh man...oh god don't stop." 

She grabbed the shaft and moved in for the kill, gripping it firmly while she thrusted her head over the glans. David's breathing was now deeper and louder, and he moaned in time with Stephanie's movements. 

Without any warning, he exclaimed "oh my god. Baby I'm gonna cum..." Stephanie pulled away and stuck her tongue below the head and lapped at the underside, right on the frenulum. With a loud groan David jolted and sprayed his load into Stephanie's open mouth, but the involuntary jerk of his hips caused the stream to hit her cheekbone and nostril. As he slowed his movements down the streaks of cum on Stephanie's face dribbled down past her lips and chin. She caught it in her hand, and lapped it up, swallowing it. 

"Holy shit. I'm never gonna forget this," Dave said. "You still give the best blowjob on earth." 

"Thank you," Stephanie giggled, and she got up to kiss him. Then she turned the shower on, and they rinsed off. 

I switched the tablet off. 

I sat motionless at my desk for what seemed like hours. I was in a trance, lost in thought but not consciously thinking; processing everything I had seen over the last twelve hours. I watched my wife of 18 years fuck someone else in our home, on our bed and elsewhere. And I allowed it to happen. 

In a bizarre way, seeing my wife so turned on sexually got me turned on, and I was able to vicariously enjoy the experience of my wife's adventures in pleasure. Despite the humiliation that I was not her lover of choice, it thrilled me more than watching porn, or imagining having an affair with someone I knew of. Even the actual sex with David last night was riveting because of the level of intensity that I could see after months of anticipation. 

What was hard to fathom was how this time, this morning, was different. I watched the whole proceedings, from them waking up and fucking to their shower time oral session. But I felt no sexual thrill whatsoever, like I had up until then. 

Instead, I felt anguished, fearful and despondent. And I could not figure out why for the life of me. 

There was something markedly different between the way they'd had sex that night versus how they had done so this morning. Steph and Dave looked like a regular couple engaging in hot, sweaty, first-time fucking (well, first time in years), just like you'd expect from a million one-night stands or a hot porn flick. It was atavistic and primal, urgent and non-committal. 

Then morning came, they awoke, and engaged in all the tenderness of two people awash in bliss. He held her close, they whispered to each other, and slowly and sensually built an intensity of another sort in their coupling, from foreplay - pre-foreplay - to climax. 

And later in the shower together, they were equally tender and playful at the same time, enjoying each other's company and thrilled with their companionship...that sexual arousal came by so naturally as a byproduct of their emotional connection. Wait, that's it... 

Oh my god. They had been making love. 

This revelation hit me in the gut, so hard I had to clutch the desk to keep myself from shaking. My breath came in gasps, and my equilibrium went into a tailspin from the shock. 

Adultery is betrayal. But it takes several forms. There's the denial of sexual affection that one person inflicts on another person, and, although painful, has degrees of intensity that can be alleviated somewhat by the level of philosophical maturity one has...OK, bullshit. It sucks. 

But you do notice differences between certain kinds of cheating. There's the "my sex drive is unfulfilled" kind of cheating. There's "it just happened." There's "all these years later I realized my needs weren't met" cheating. All of them tied to intrinsic selfishness, but there are levels of intensity associated with each. 

Perhaps that's why some marriages last when you have husbands or wives who cat around, openly or in private, because an agreement is in place that nothing personal is meant by the cheating. It's a biological response, or what have you...funnily enough, there's more evidence these days coming out to support that theory. The offense is not a deal-breaker. 

Other couples have preconceived notions of the way things ought to be, and their dreams are dashed when the other comes home after an "accidental" romp. Some forgive, others do not. 

Some people live with long-term, ongoing affairs; mistresses at the fringe of the marriage, kept at bay from the true emotional center of it all, the day-to-day commitment of family remaining sacrosanct. 

But when the emotional center of the marriage, the devotional aspect, that spiritual connection is plucked out or transferred from one's longstanding life partner, and given over to another? 

That's betrayal. 

And that's what I saw in Stephanie's eyes, her face, her body, as she gave herself freely to him this morning. The look Dave had when he stared wordlessly at Steph, beyond lust, beyond passion, as he enveloped her more completely than physical, primal sex. 

She loved him. 

And what is more, she had no hesitation, no regret, no preponderance of the consequences or end state - in this moment of time, she had made herself his and his alone. 

I slammed my fists on the desk, and hung my head down. How the hell could I have been so blind? 

I knew I was walking into a nest of vipers the minute I read that first message, that first e-mail. The moment they reconnected, instantaneously after years and years apart, after moving on and growing up, after courtships and marriage and careers and children and mortgages. 

I was mortified, but I dismissed it in my mind as a trivial flirtation, or at least left it open to that possibility. It couldn't go beyond that; they were too far apart. 

Then their conversations became more and more intimate, moving beyond the past tense and storybook state to the present world, wherein they examined their individual states and yearned for something beyond emotional closure. I chose to ignore it, but read the texts and emails as a fascinated teen boy read Penthouse Letters in his uncle's attic for the first time. 

Then they got online. And right off the bat, they cajoled and sexually toyed with each other through the safe corridor of virtual windows. And we - all of us - enjoyed the hubris that we couldn't go further than titillating cam sex, realistically. 

Now, finally, it arrived on my doorstep, and landed in my bed. More than those stories of arrogant assholes who steal a man's wife and humiliate him in the process, this situation had more effect on me because right before my very eyes, Dave or no Dave, my wife had not only fucked another man...she fell in love with him. 

I flung the picture of my wife off my desk, and onto the floor. The glass shattered, and the cheap print fell out of the frame. 

The noise snapped me to my senses, and I quickly set about picking up the pieces of broken glass off the floor. I threw the frame in the trash. The photo lay face up, remarkably unscathed. I picked it up and stared at it for a minute, then opened my pencil drawer and placed it towards the back. I closed the drawer again, and walked out of the office. It was 11:45 am. 

* * * * * * * 

Somehow I managed to make it home, despite my dazed state. As I came in the doorway, I noticed nothing unusual. No strangers' rental cars in the distance, no weird aromas from wine, partying and lovemaking. Everything had been cleaned up and looked 100% normal. 

Stephanie was in the kitchen. She turned around and smiled as I came through the doorway. "Oh, hi, honey," she said. "Wow, you were out so late at work. Would you like some lunch?" 

"Sure," I mumbled. 

She brought me a sandwich, and kissed me. I was too numb to move, so I didn't react. 

"You must be tired," she said. 

"Exhausted," I replied. 

"Well, go on up, take a shower and have a nap before the kids get home." 

"Okay," I said. I finished eating and went upstairs. 

Nothing looked out of place when I went into our room. I checked the bathroom. Spotless. Stephanie had done a fantastic clean-up job. I turned on the shower and stepped inside. As the water washed around me, I considered my options. 

I now had hard evidence of Stephanie's affair with Dave. Several hours' worth of intimate contact in our very own bedroom. I could definitely confront her with the truth, and she'd have to admit point-blank that she had been cheating on me. 

But if I showed those recordings to her, what would become of it? I had wired up the room and videoed everything without her knowledge - an invasion of privacy if ever there was one. And how did I get wind of the affair in the first place? By reading her private emails and texts to Dave over a prolonged period of time? Just how would that land me on the right side of the law? 

No, Stephanie would divorce me right there and then, and have just cause to take me to the cleaners, if not haul me off to jail for all my peeping-tom surveillance work. Yeah, I'd be in deep shit. Clearly I had not been thinking straight when I paid Bob to install me a state-of-the-art private webcam room. 

And I really didn't want Stephanie to leave me at all, much less divorce me. I could confront her with all the facts, legally obtained or no, and it could all backfire on me if she said those fateful words, "I don't love you anymore." 

I mean, she loved me - it was plain to see that she was still affectionate with me, and our sex life had not entirely dropped off the radar. It just wasn't as frequent, and lacked the pizazz of our early years together. If she hadn't sought out sexual alternatives or diversions, I probably would have myself given the opportunity. We were just a good, old-fashioned, boring couple in suburbia. And bored. 

Well, if I was going to confront the situation head-on, I'd better have a good alibi for my amateur sleuthing. I'd probably also need somebody's testimony as a third-party witness. My friend Jerry had his wife sneak men into the house, but if a concerned neighbor hadn't seen or ignored the flow of daytime guests, he never would have been able to avoid the massive alimony payments our beloved state imposes. 

No, I'd need incontrovertible proof. And that meant more time, and more playing the fool until I caught her slip-up good and proper. 

I turned off the shower, dried off, and went into the bedroom. 

Stephanie was standing there, naked as a jaybird. 

"Honey, you worked a long overnight. I think you need some good R and R before the kids get back, you know?" 

"Um..." I said. 

Don't let on you know, I thought. 

"So what'll it be?" Steph asked. 

I dropped my towel. 

* * * * * * * 

Several weeks passed. I continued to monitor Steph's emails, her messages, and even the chatroom account. But no activity; no Dave. I checked the tour itinerary on his publisher's website - the book was real, it turned out - and he did a nice series of signings all over the country, a few lectures, some dates abroad. But there was no correspondence from him. Maybe he was too busy enjoying more free fucks on the road to bother with Stephanie. 

If Stephanie was missing Dave, it certainly didn't register. She behaved quite normally, engaging in the usual activities of homemaking, hanging with her girlfriends, and quiet evenings at home. There seemed to be no indication whatsoever that she was carrying on her affair with Dave, or even cared to. 

So, what happened? Was she no longer emotionally attached? Did the fascination with online dirty talk and masturbating dry up? 

Sexually, we were doing okay too. There was a little more playtime in the bedroom for us these days, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. 

As time went on I reasoned that we get temporary flashes of insanity - new technology has a way of sucking you in, then you get bored with it. I changed porn sites and genres at the drop of a hat if it wasn't working for me. Why not with Steph? 

Could it be that she was satiated with the idea of reconnecting with an old flame, building it up to an evening out and deciding to leave it at that? Goodness knows you see that in old novels and films...Dear John letter on the pillow and ships in the night and all. Maybe they got realistic after getting it out of their systems. 

So perhaps things were cool, and she was temporarily acting out on some midlife urge, keeping it undercover and, more importantly, short, so that she wouldn't hurt anyone. 

Well, if that were the case, let's not rock the boat, I reasoned. It seemed over; let it remain so. No need to confront on anything yet. 

* * * * * * * 

One Thursday night, Stephanie was in the shower, cleaning up after we had sex. Of course, I grabbed my tablet, logged in and watched her get wet, soap up, rub her hands all over her body, and maybe see her do a little more. But she didn't this evening; she rinsed off and then got out to dry off and work on her bedtime routine. 

From her side of the bed, I heard the familiar "ping" from her phone. Checking the doorway to see if she was coming into the bedroom to get it, I then reached over and looked at the screen. There was no instant message, but an icon on the mail app indicating a new e-mail had arrived. I felt the usual tension as I opened the app to check. No Dave. Something from her friend Jill. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I saw the subject line, and did a double-take. 

Great new club with some really good d***! 

Intrigued, I opened the message. 

Fuck, girl, your stories about Dave got me so-o-o horny. I can't believe you got that lucky, right under your hubs' nose too! 

Oh, she told her friends now? Figures. I felt my body get flushed with anger again. 

Anyhoo...I can't think about doing that with guys from my class. They're all too far gone now for my tastes LOL. BUT!! I think we can have a little anonymous fun in the city sometime and not get caught. There's a new club that some old rich porn star from the 70s started up, and it's for swingers. But HIGH CLASS...no ugly dudes, strict dress code, and ladies' nights with themes! If you're still itching for fun let's go try this. How about it? 

xo, 

Jill 

 Sex club? Well, it seems Steph has been coming of age with her recent experiences. Or at least her friends want in on the fun. I heard Steph's footsteps in the bathroom, so I quickly switched the message to "unread", and placed the phone back on her nightstand. 

"Mmm...still up?" Stephanie said, as she crawled in bed next to me. She wore her bathrobe. 

"I'm worn out. I'm gonna fall asleep soon." 

She kissed me. "'Night, honey." 

I rolled over, and after a few minutes modulated my breathing to a slower, heavier rate. I learned how to sound as though I were asleep years ago, in college, so I could listen to my roommates ball their girlfriends. I'd recorded myself with my microcassette recorder I used for lectures, and listened to the playback the next morning. Worked like a charm. 

"Shh...he's asleep now," I'd hear Stan say. "We can do it if we're quiet..." 

Of course, they'd get louder and louder until they came, and when you're young you make all those groans and whimpers because you can't help it...I smiled to myself, remembering hearing my friends fuck the night away. 

Stephanie rolled over a few minutes later and picked up her phone. She checked her messages, then sat very still, silently, for a few minutes. Then she tapped out a reply, then turned off the phone just as soon as she heard the whoosh sound of the email getting sent. Then I heard her reach in her bedside drawer, and the sound of a vibrator getting switched on to a low setting. After a few minutes, Stephanie began to breathe quickly and deeply, then gasp from her orgasm. That must have been a real turn-on, I thought. She rolled over and went to sleep. 

As soon as I was certain she was asleep (she snored, and how), I crawled out of bed, and crept to her nightstand. I grabbed the phone and checked the sent mail folder, being careful to shield the light with my body turned away from her. 

Hey girl, you're gonna get me in so much trouble!! That's why I love you. This sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm all in. I'd like to go to that group special night next week. Hmm...maybe I'll find some "substantial" benefits, ha! 

 I sat quietly, feeling the familiar burn of jealousy arise that I had felt a few weeks ago. But something was different...it was not personal like I felt with her and Dave. I also felt indignant. 

Well, if she's doing this for fun, what's to stop me from doing the same? I could go to the club if she could. What's this group night she was thinking about? I checked the phone. Stephanie had accessed the website, so I looked it up again, and accessed the Events section. 

FRIDAY FEST: IT'S GROUP TIME!! Bring your friends and put the F in Fest! Ladies $15, Men and non-members pay $100 at the door. Dress code: crisp, button-down long sleeve shirts (NO T-Shirts!), no faded or worn jeans. Nice shoes - no sneakers. 

Okay, Steph, see you at the races, I thought. I put the phone away, and lay back down in bed. 

* * * * * * * 

Steph made the usual "girls' night" spiel that weekend, and I mentioned I might need to work late. Somehow our excuses weren't causing any more consternation. The following Friday, she dolled up, kissed me goodbye, and told me she'd be home sometime after last call or else she'd be at Jill's overnight, but she would text me first. 

After she left, I showered, spruced up with a nice pair of dark jeans and a good shirt, and headed out to the club. 

I got to the club around 9:30pm. It was in a warehouse in the industrial part of town. There was a valet at the front, but I parked a couple of blocks away, just in case. I went to the door, and the bouncer checked my ID and let me in. I paid the fee to the cashier, and she pointed me to the cloakroom. The girl working coat check smiled, and asked me to strip down. 

"Right now?" I asked. 

She smiled. "Yes, everybody is naked tonight, except for the masks." 

I handed her my clothes, and she handed me a dark mask that covered my face to just over my mouth. 

"Keep your mask on at all times, and when you're done it's your coat check. You'll get everything back then. Have fun." 

I walked into the main room. The place was full, not crowded, but there were plenty of people milling around. They mingled, sitting on luxurious sofas, hanging by the bar, dancing, or moving toward more private, curtained-off sections. Dance music pumped at a steady beat, not overwhelmingly loud like in dance clubs but enough to make the bass pulsate. I got a cocktail and walked around, nonchalantly. 




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There were a lot of good-looking people with athletic builds, average-looking people, and while there were mostly younger people in their late 20s and 30s, there were enough people my age that I didn't feel uncomfortable or out of place. 

I wandered through the private sections, and peered in where the curtains had not been drawn. Some couples were making out on the large ottomans, women with two or three men, and a few guys alone with a couple of girls. It was too early to get hot and heavy, so most of them were just into heavy petting for the time being. 

I peeped into the cracks of the curtained sections, and saw a woman or two getting it on with their partner, but since spying into these rooms was off-limits, I stole a few brief glimpses and moved on. Largely I was just keeping to the sides of the main area since I didn't want Stephanie or Jill to notice me by accident. 

Then, suddenly, I saw Stephanie across the room. She was standing in between two men, about my height, nicely muscled but not bodybuilder types. They had nice, thick cocks that were large even when flaccid, and I suspected that Steph had gravitated to them for that reason. 

Stephanie laughed and smiled as she chatted with the men, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. They respectfully kept their hands to themselves as they chatted; occasionally one would put a hand on her waist and rub her back for a bit. She contorted delightfully in front of them, subtly sticking out her ample bosom as they conversed. She always had her pubic hair, never shaved it, but tonight she had trimmed it into a tidy little bush that accented her round hips and waist. 

Stephanie looked stunning nude, and tonight she looked even more so since she seemed so relaxed. She was clearly in her element, which surprised me. We had never talked about sexually adventurous things, at least not for years. 

I hung out by the bar and glanced in her direction, taking care not to seem as though I were staring directly at them. But they didn't notice. She finished her drink, and one of the men took her glass and returned to the bar. Another man approached her and she smiled. He was black, and she smiled appreciatively as she took him in, looking him up and down. She glanced down at his endowed cock more than once as they talked, and she looked up at him as though she were asking permission to touch it, which he let her do. She grinned even more, and the man nodded with a big smile. 

The second man returned from the bar, and they chatted happily some more. They were clearly friends, or knew each other, and tonight they were focused exclusively on Stephanie. One leaned over and whispered in her ear. Steph paused thoughtfully, nodded, then reached over and kissed him warmly. Then she kissed the man who had gone to the bar for her, and finally wrapped her arms around the black guy and held him in a long embrace. Then they laughed and headed to a curtained area. I waited a minute, and followed in their direction. 

Stephanie sat down on a large ottoman, which had sheets on it. The three men sat around her in a circle. They continued to make small talk, and Steph gave one of the men her glass, which he set down on a table. He sat back down, and she leaned over to him. He put his arm around her back and kissed her deeply. 

As they kissed, the other two rubbed her back, her ass, her feet, whatever was available. They did not make advances on her breasts or her pussy yet, as though they were waiting their turns to make out with her first. Then she turned to the second man, and they kissed with slow, tender kisses. Their tongues explored each other, and she rubbed her hand on his chest. 

Finally, she turned to the black friend and kissed him. He made the first move towards second base, placing a massive hand over her breast and squeezing it as he inhaled her tongue into his mouth. Steph writhed appreciatively. 

The other two men now began to rub Stephanie's thighs and breasts, and she alternated kissing all three of them. She spread her legs as they worked their way up her thighs, and slowly went for the perimeter of her bush. She lay back against the black man's massive chest, and grabbed the two white guys' cocks and gently caressed them as the men began to kiss her more intensely. The men were soon half-erect, and Stephanie sat up in the bed and admired her handiwork. 

The black man was towering over her, his cock hanging at her forehead. It was swelling up, about 8 inches in length and not even 1/3 erect. She lay back and took it in her mouth. One of the white men lay beside her and began to caress her breast and lick the other, while the other man moved lower and began to stroke her thigh, his face moving closer and closer to her pussy. He kissed up the length of her thigh and over her belly, then began to caress her mound with his lips. His fingers trailed over her labia, and she moved her hips around sensually, reacting to the pleasure. 

As she sucked away at the black guy, her hand was jerking off the man who was sucking her tits. He would get on his knees for better access, and she stroked his cock until it was fully hard. Then she twisted slightly, took the black man's cock in her other hand and rubbed it, the saliva gleaming slick from the head to halfway down the shaft. In no time was he erect as well. She grabbed the kneeling white friend's cock and sucked away, bobbing furtively while he leaned his head back and smiled. 

The second white man by this time had placed his head over Stephanie's pussy and was licking away at the clitoris, and was playing with her pussy with his index and middle finger. He worked at her slowly and determinedly, easing his fingers further and further as her pussy dilated. Finally, he was finger-fucking her with slow, firm strokes. 

A crowd had begun to gather around the cubicle, lining up against the walls in a circle around the ottoman. I stayed by the doorway, quietly looking at the show. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

I turned around, and there was a security guard. "I'm sorry, sir, but you can't be in the doorway. Regulations. In the room, or moving along please. 

I didn't want to be in the room for fear of being seen, but I didn't want to miss anything either. "Hey, is there a security system here?" 

"Yeah, we have cameras set up for surveillance, just to make sure everyone stays in line." 

"Who did the installation?" I asked. 

"Uh..." the guard said, somewhat confused and annoyed. "Somebody named Bob...Leonardo, I think." 

"Leonides?" I asked. 

"Yeah, that's him," the guard said. "He's here tonight. Why, you want a quote?" he joked. 

"Um, yeah," I said. 

"By the bar." 

I headed to the bar. I wasn't good at picking out naked masked men, but Bob make an unmistakable presence with his giant belly. "You come here often?" I smiled. 

"Huh? Fuck off, I'm not into that..." Bob said, then laughed. "Steve! What brings you here?" 

"Oh, just needed a change of pace." 

"And the wife?" 

"She's here too. But shh...don't let her know." 

Bob paused, and smiled a slow smile. "Ah...is she getting into something right now?" 

I nodded. 

"Hey, come follow me. I'll show you the control room, and you can watch everything without getting caught." 

"Awesome," I said. "Lead the way." 

He opened a door next to the bar marked "Private," and we went inside. We walked down a small corridor, and he opened up a door with a keypad lock next to the handle. We walked into a command center with about twenty large plasma monitors in a semicircle on a large desk, and the main wall had a giant video screen that could split into multiple images. A guard was seated at the desk, and he turned around and greeted Bob with a "Hello". 

"Command central," Bob said. "What do you think?" 

"Nice," I said. "So which one's Stephanie?" 

"Um, right...here," Bob said, then he nodded his head. "Wow. She's got her hands full tonight." 

"Oh yeah," I said. 

Stephanie was on the bed, a cock in either hand, and she was sucking hard at the third one, which belonged to the black friend. They were nodding approvingly, and the crowd in the room stood by respectfully, watching the entire spectacle. It was some house rule or something you couldn't jerk off in front of people on the bed unless you asked permission, and Stephanie was too busy to give any verbal assent. No matter, she was great to watch. 

"How's that security system I installed for you?" Bob asked. "Catch any thieves yet?" He smiled. 

"Works great," I said. "Just one thing; what about the living room? You promised me cameras in there too, and they don't show up on the console." 

"No, I installed them," Bob said. "Oh shit, yeah. I forgot to add the feed to your account. No problem. Flick of the switch." 

"Thanks," I said. 

"Hey, Jake," Bob said to the security guy. "Let me check things out for a bit, okay?" 

"Sure thing, Mr. L." the guard said, and walked out of the room. 

Bob set the main screen up so it had the overhead view of my wife on the ottoman with the three men. "There you go," he said. "I'll leave you to it. On the house." He smiled. 

"Thanks," I said, and Bob walked out. 

Now I was alone in the security room of the club, watching my wife and her three new lovers getting hot and heavy. The two white men had grabbed condoms and put them on, and Steph kept fellating the black man, obviously saving him for later. His cock was like a horse's by now, and he held Stephanie's hair as she faced him on all fours. He pulled her forcefully on her cock and she gagged as she took it in, deeper and deeper into her throat. 

The first white guy had entered Steph from the rear, and furiously bucked away at her, fucking her doggy-style. He slapped against her ass, making it ripple as he did so. The second white man was underneath her, licking her tits as he jerked himself off to stay hard. 

Then Stephanie stopped bucking her hips, and the man fucking her pulled out, stroking his cock. Stephanie eased the man underneath her to where she was straddling him, and she lowered herself onto his cock and began to fuck him, all the while sucking the black man while he held her head in place. He fucked her mouth forcefully, clearly getting more and more aroused. As he did so, Stephanie fucked the man underneath her more furiously. 

Stephanie slowed her movements to a halt again, and stayed lowered on the white man's cock. She beckoned to the first guy who had been fucking her, and he kneeled between the other man's legs. He spread Steph's cheeks apart, and fingered her asshole for a bit, using his middle finger at first, then adding the index. When he had sufficiently widened Stephanie's sphincter sufficiently, he pulled his hand away, and her asshole gaped open briefly. He lowered his erect rod at the hole, and began to ease the head of his cock inside. He slowly pushed in, further and further, and you could see Stephanie's hands grip the ottoman cushions tightly from the intensity. 

Then he was finally inside Steph, and he began to move in and out, fucking her slowly and then building in fury. He smacked on her while the other man lay still, and Steph struggled under his weight and the sensation of being restrained by three cocks in all of her orifices. There was no audio in the security room, but it wasn't hard to imagine what one could hear based on the visual spectacle of Steph's triple reaming, two white guys fucking her front and back side, and the humongous cock of their black friend buried deep in her throat. 

I was fascinated. It felt like I was watching Stephanie cheat on me and getting punished for her sin, both at the same time. And the sheer erotic quality of seeing it happen, first on the sly and then from the safety of a security command center, which you only imagined seeing in porn...I was aroused, my cock stiffening yet feeling the need to restrain all urges since I was, in fact, in a room that was recording everything for safety and legal reasons. I rubbed my cock lightly from being turned on, but holding back from getting a full erection. 

Then the man who was fucking Steph's ass pulled back, and pulled the condom off his cock. Steph, now free, began to bob furiously on the cock of the man underneath, until by some signal she stopped and moved a bit to let him up. Then he pulled his condom off, and she lay on her back while the two men positioned themselves, one by each of Stephanie's giant breasts. The black man pulled away, stroking his dong and watching his mates get ready. She pointed to her nipples and began to rub them and pinch them to their full, erect state, and they stroked their cocks furiously. Suddenly one man erupted a stream of cum on Stephanie's left tit, and it streaked across her chest. He jerked some more to prolong the sensation, and the other man blasted his cum across Steph's chest until both streams resembled an "x" on her front. Then they sat back, kneeling, stroking their dicks. 

Steph looked up at the black man and smiled. Now it was his turn. He took a condom from the table and began to roll it onto his massive branch of a cock, but Steph smiled and shook her head "no". He looked at her as if to say "are you sure?" and she nodded yes. He shrugged, and moved down to where she lay, legs spread apart awaiting his prick. He spread her thighs further apart roughly, placed his torso over hers, and lowered himself into her. 

Stephanie gasped as he slid inside, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to take all of him in, or as much as possible. He was at least 10 inches, and god knows how thick...he thrusted like a steam locomotive's piston taking off from the station, mechanically and at a crawl, making certain she was properly lubed before he picked up speed. As she grew more comfortable, Steph smiled with pleasure, but clearly in a bit of pain as well from being stretched wider than she'd experienced in a long time. 

Then he picked up the pace, and began to drive himself harder into her pussy. He mounted her, sometimes slowly and dropping the full weight of his torso onto her, making her gasp has he did so. Other times he drilled with the speed and force of a jackhammer, and Steph would be visibly screaming in short, sharp cries. He relentlessly fucked Stephanie, his entire body clenched and his massive thighs and glutes flexing with exertion. 

At last he sped up, pounding away for one last lap. He moved his body so he was on his knees, and he sat upright, grabbing Steph's ankles and placing them over his shoulders. He smacked hard onto her clit, and the force of his weight made Steph's tits shake. This was always my favorite part in porn, and it was sure to make me come in a heartbeat when I would fuck Steph, but I still held back in the clinical glow of the security center monitors. 

Suddenly he pulled out, and quickly straddled Steph's chest, and rubbed his cock furiously over her gaping mouth. Steph's tongue lapped at the head, and she closed her eyes, readying herself for the deluge to hit her face. Then he sprayed two enormous spurts onto her lips and tongue, and the stream filled her mouth and overflowed down her right cheek. Another final burst went alongside her nose, up the bridge and in between the eyes, stopping just short of her hairline. Then he pulled away, shaking and breathing hard. 

The small audience around the ottoman began to applaud appreciatively, and Steph looked up, somewhat surprised. She had a giant grin on her cum-streaked face, and she laughed from the exhaustion and physical release of it all. One of the men handed her a towel, and she cleaned her face. She pulled him in for a long kiss, and did the same with the other two, saving a special loving embrace with her first black lover. 

The crowd left the room, and through the monitor I could see an attendant walk in and quickly change out the linens for whatever group would be next. 

I left the security desk, and walked back down the hall to the bar. I got a scotch and thought about hanging around the club a bit longer, but then I thought the better of it, and headed back to the security room. I'd seen Bob use the code, so I punched the numbers and let myself in again. It was still empty. 

By this time, another orgy was taking place in the room, and I watched absent-mindedly as I enjoyed my drink. 

Then the door clicked, and opened. I turned around, half-expecting to see Bob or the security guard. Instead, it was a woman. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Um...hi?" I replied. I was stunned, and then remembered I was naked. I edged nervously against the desk. 

"Are you here to watch, too?" she said, smiling. 

"Um...what do you mean?" I asked. 

She laughed. "It's an unknown perk here; you can bribe the guard to get let in." 

"You can?" 

"I'm just kidding. You looked lonely, so I followed you here. You're obviously not into group participation...yet. Am I right?" 

"Kind of." 

I looked the girl up and down. She was a cute, petite strawberry blonde, with what was a very promising set of perky breasts. She had beautiful nipples, puffy and poking out slightly above the regular curve of her globes. Immediately I imagined licking them and feeling the shape of her ass in my hand...I felt myself getting harder thinking about doing everything I could to her. 

She caught my stare and smiled a knowing smile. 

"Are you alone, or did you come with someone?" 

"Um...alone. No...uh...I'm married. My wife's here tonight," I blurted. 

"Your wife's here, too?" She looked intrigued. "Are you both into swinging?" 

"Well...not really. I...uh...followed her here." 

She looked thoughtful, then smiled with a hint of sympathy. "Are you stalking her?" 

"In a way." 

"Let me guess," she said. "She's trying out something, and you weren't on board with it, right?" 

"Well, I found out she was coming here, so I wanted to see what she would do." 

"Go on..." 

"My friend installed the security system here, so he let me in this room." 

"What did you think?" 

I was getting very uncomfortable with this line of questioning. But I didn't really know this person, and she wasn't grilling me like I'd done anything wrong, so I drew a deep breath and continued. 

"I didn't know why she would cheat on me. I think she's figuring some things out about herself sexually, and I wanted to know why not me...or rather, what she's fascinated with when I'm not around." 

"Are you going to confront her?" 

"No...maybe. Not right away." 

"What did she do tonight?" 

"Three guys at once." 

She nodded her head. "And you saw it happen? In here?" 

"Yeah." 

"How did it make you feel?" 

I gulped. "Well...uh...it was um...I thought I'd be upset or sickened. But really it was exciting to watch her..." 

She cocked an eyebrow, and smiled. "Really? So you're into watching, huh?" 

"Oh, um...well...no..." I stammered. 

"But here you are." 

"Yes, so I am." 

"Well," the girl said. "How about you?" 

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" 

"This turns you on, being a bit of a voyeur. But how do you feel about yourself sexually? You know, your wife's here, getting something new that she hasn't gotten at home for a while. But how about you? Are you feeling fulfilled?" 

"In a way, because I kind of enjoy looking." 

She sighed, exaggeratingly. "Let me put it another way. If you were both here and knew about it and approved, how would you feel about only seeing your wife getting fucked by other people? Would you want something similar like that for yourself?" 

"I don't know...maybe. But I'm trying to reconcile what I'm seeing my wife doing right now. No, I'm really bothered by the idea of seeking that out for myself." 

"I think you are," she said. "Seeking that out for yourself, that is." 

I took a drink of my scotch and tried to sound nonchalant. "That so?" I said. 




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"Yes," she said, and stared back, looking serious. "Look, I don't know you from Adam, but it seems to me you're playing out your suffering by forcing yourself to stand helplessly by while your wife is merely enjoying her sexuality. She's not trying to hurt you. She's opening herself up to new experiences and you're denying yourself the opportunity to do the same. Unless she forbade you, right?" 

"Not explicitly," I replied. 

"So what's the problem?" 

"I don't know...I mean, I was bothered. Really bothered. She was giving herself sexually to somebody else...well, a few people, also outside this place...and I felt trapped. But along the way I was getting aroused myself watching her experience all this pleasure." 

"Or perhaps you were wishing you could as well, and you were living vicariously through her actions," the blonde said. 

"Maybe." 

"And you started setting things up so you could keep watching?" 

"Um...yeah." I thought back to how I allowed all these opportunities to let Steph carry on, all in the name of plotting some revenge...but it was really for me. 

She smiled. "Here's my final theory for the night. Your enjoyment is hinged on the fact that you're not betraying your wife? But you are, in a way. You haven't admitted you've been spying on her, have you?" 

"Uh...no," I said. 

"So the issue got twisted along the way by allowing her to be more public, and you get to watch her for reals, so it's all good, huh? But...you never told her you were watching her from the start. Kinda skeezy." 

"Do you think I should confront her, then?" 

"That's up to you. I don't know how you two would work it out, so I can't predict any outcome there. But I do think you can allow yourself a little more license now that she's got some room to grow in her own life." 

"You have a point," I said. "What do you suggest? Should I mingle? Talk with more people?" 

She laughed lightly. "Oh sure, you can mingle more if you want to. Or if you're not yet comfortable with that you can..." she paused, and removed her mask and set it aside - oh my god, what beautiful blue eyes! - "...be more selective." 

I felt her stare boring a hole into me. Hypnotizing me...she moved toward me, just stopping short of the acceptable boundaries of personal space. 

"I do like talking with you, um..." 

"Sarah." 

"...Sarah. Is that your real name?" 

She cocked an eyebrow. "It might be. Or it might not. And I like talking with you too. Actually, I like communicating with you. You're giving off a wonderful vibe I haven't felt in a while." 

I removed my mask. "Thank you. I'm Steve." 

She nodded. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Now...would you like to...keep talking?" 

"What do you mean?" 

Now she stepped closer, almost standing right up against me. I could feel her aura making my body surge with energy. 

Sarah looked down. "Or maybe we could work on the communication thing a bit more." 

I started to feel really nervous. "Um...I..." I stammered. 

"Oh shut up," she laughed, and kissed me. As she did her body pressed against my chest, and I could feel the electric shock of experiencing someone's unique erotic energy for the first time, like I did back in college when I experienced my first one-night stands. 

I put my drink down and drew Sarah in, kissing her, tasting her warm embrace. Her lips were soft and pliable, her tongue gently teasing and intertwining with my own. I held her head in my hands, feeling her silky hair. Then, with a mind of their own, they made their way down her back, feeling her muscles move beneath my fingers. 

Her hands were tiny, and she ran them up and down my chest, which sent shivers throughout my body. I went for broke and grabbed her ass. I held her soft behind and caressed it, and she began to breathe heavily. 

She took my left hand and moved it onto her abdomen. I felt her tight stomach, the warmth of her skin, the underside of her breast, and then finally her right breast. It was the size of a Macintosh apple, and it fit perfectly in my palm. Her nipple hardened to my touch, and I rubbed it lightly with the flat of my palm. 

"Oh Steve," she whispered. 

"Sarah, you feel unbelievable." 

Her fingers inched along my torso and felt for my cock. She traced her fingers along my pubic hairs. Her hand grasped my member, and she twirled her finger over the meatus, wiping up the oozing precum. Then she tasted it, and smiled. 

"I wonder how the rest of it tastes." 

She took me in and kissed me hard. Her body was milky-white, and taut like an aerobics instructor. She did a lot of gym in her spare time. Yet she was soft, with breasts that dropped slightly, but pointed upwards with those puffy nipples I had so accurately fantasized about earlier. Her hips held a firm curve, round over her toned thighs like gelato on a narrow cone. There was a small landing strip of pink hair leading to an immaculately waxed pussy. 

"Kiss me again," she said. 

"Where?" I asked. 

"Anywhere." 

I pulled her towards me again, not knowing where to begin. I kissed her open mouth, then moved down and kissed her neck, and she held me tighter. My hands freely roamed the shape of her body, and I felt her gorgeous ass, hips, waist, and finally the most unbelievably soft tits I ever felt on a woman. 

Sarah jumped up and wrapped her legs around my torso, and like a nymph leaned back and gave me a full view of her tits, which I then proceeded to kiss and lick and promised myself I'd lick forever if given the opportunity. 

Then she jumped down, dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. It felt different this time; as much as I enjoy a good blowjob, the experience was electric for me with the excitement of being in a sex club, and finally dropping my guard and allowing myself to enjoy it completely. 

I thought about returning the favor. I motioned Sarah to stand up, picked her up and carried her over to the command center desk, and sat her down gently on the smooth counter top. 

The desk's cool temperature made Sarah shiver briefly, but then she smiled. I kissed her for another minute, then worked my way down, past her breasts and belly, down to her landing strip, where I nuzzled the neatly trimmed hairs. I eased her knees apart, and then knelt on the floor and began to lick her adorable pussy. 

Some women have their inner labia covered by their outer labia, and others have them protruding like wings. Sarah had the latter, which I never had the pleasure of seeing before, so I took my time and expressed my admiration, pulling at them and sucking them into my mouth while I buried my face into her pussy. I licked her clit and sucked at it, first gently, and then with greater intensity as she became more turned on. 

Finally, she pushed my head away, and pulled my hair, motioning me up. That could only mean one thing, and I moved in towards her, placing my cock just outside her pussy. She gently grabbed the head, and eased it into her slit. 

Her pussy was velvety smooth, and perfectly lubricated. I slid inside easily, and buried my cock inside its liquid warmth. Every nerve in my prick wanted to enjoy this sensation for as long as possible. I looked into her eyes for what seemed like forever before biology kicked in, and I began to thrust back and forth. 

Sarah gripped the sides of the desk with her hands as I fucked her, and she swayed her shoulders gently with the easy movement of my fucking. She loved it slow at first, urging me with her kisses to keep the moment as intimate as possible. I kissed her back, and instantly the memory of Stephanie's orgy tonight had all but disappeared from my perception. 

"Mmmm...ohh Steve, you are so fucking good," Sarah half-whispered, half-moaned. 

"Sarah, you're...oh god. You're amazing. Ohhh..." I moaned. 

We stayed in place for an eternity, her on the table, me standing at it while fucking her. Our pace did not change, and we kept it slow and steady, reveling in the sensations of warmth and sensuality. 

"I didn't expect to feel this way at a sex club," I whispered. 

"Me neither. But I guess we were both wanting the same thing tonight," she whispered back, her breathing heavy and slow. 

"I'd like to keep fucking you like this for hours." 

"Oh baby, me too, she moaned, and she leaned her head into my chest and kissed it furiously. 

With every thrust I made into Sarah, she urged herself onto my cock. Little by little our pleasure increased until we were deep in the heat of lovemaking. We didn't notice it, except in the way that you experience the enjoyment of making love more as it builds, without the encumbrances of wondering how each other is feeling. 

"Oh my god," she moaned. "Oh my god. Oh my go-o-o-d..." 

"Oh Sarah," I said, my voice straining with the intensity. We were moving to the place where we would be beyond the point of no control, but wanted to stave off the inevitable as long as possible. So we slowed down more, and kissed passionately. But soon that became impossible to maintain, and I could feel the beginnings of a very strong orgasm building in my body. 

A light sweat began to build on Sarah, and she began to clutch me harder and harder, driving my cock into her and squeezing her legs tighter. 

"Oh Steve," she moaned. "Oh Steve, baby..." She began to pull my hips in towards her with her tiny feet digging in my ass. 

"Sarah," I said. "I think I'm going to come." 

Suddenly she stared at me, like a girl praying. "Me too, Steve." I broke my stare briefly to gaze once again at her perfect, athletic body with those amazing tits. That set me on edge, and I was going to come hard, very, very soon. 

Sarah's body seized up, electrified, and she cried out, possessed. 

"Oh Steve, this is it, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh baby, I'm cumming!" 

"Oh fuck baby, you're wonderful!" I panted. "I'm cumming too! Where do you want...?" 

"Fuck me baby, please! Cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside my pussy! Please, Steve, I need you now!" Sarah cried out involuntarily." 

"Oh Sarah, oh Sarah, Sar-a-a-a-ahhh!!" I shouted as my body rocked in the sweet agony of my orgasm. 

"Oh Steve, yes, yes, yes!! I'm cumming! Oh my god...ahhh...oh Stee-e-e-ve, I'm cum-ming!!" Sarah moaned loudly, and her pussy tightened around my cock and began to spasm like an earthquake. 

That did it. All of a sudden, my cock felt like a jackhammer, and I shook uncontrollably. I began to gush a cistern of cum into her throbbing, contorted pleasure hole, and I grabbed every inch of her back and held on for dear life while wave after wave of pent-up sexual tension exploded through my body. Finally, we pulled away, shaking and panting. Then we looked up at each other at the same time, and laughed at ourselves in our exhausted state. 

"Hi," I said. 

"Have we met?" she laughed. 

We got dressed, and she kissed me. "If it's not too forward of me..." 

"Yes?" I asked. 

"I'd love for us to keep working on our communication skills." 

"I'm all for it!" I laughed. 

We put our masks back on, walked out of the room, and back into the club. 

To Be Continued