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Beth's Hobby

By: Cyanlot



I could tell that something was up between Beth and Andy as soon as I walked back into the living room. There was the sound of frenetic activity just after I closed the back door on my way in. And when I came through the door to the living room with the beer Beth had sent me to get, I could sense the tension in the room. I didn't think about it too long at the time—even when Beth seemed to be straightening her blouse and unnecessarily primping her hair. Beth and I had been happily married for six years. And Andy was a very old friend. We'd been friends for years before I'd even met Beth.

So, I put any suspicions out of my mind. I just let it go and we had a fine time together for the rest of the night. Still, every once in a while, I thought I'd catch a glance between the two of them that was not completely innocent.

I guess I didn't put the incident completely out of my mind, though. Over the coming weeks, I grew increasingly suspicious—not just of what Beth might be doing with Andy but with other men, too. I don't know what was coming over me. I'd never had a reason to be suspicious of Beth. But now I found myself bedeviled by doubts: What did I know about what she did all day while she was at home? There were lots of times when she was alone with men. She was an attractive woman and could have any guy she wanted. What if she wanted a little something on the side?

I tried to reassure myself. Beth wasn't exactly the adventurous type—sexually, I mean. We had a good sex life. She wasn't into anything very kinky—no anal sex or bondage. But she was always up for trying a new position. And, while she would never suck me off completely, she would sometimes suck my dick long enough to get me really hard and hot before I fucked her. Our sex life was fine with me. Of course I would have liked her to suck me off. I'd fantasized a lot about blasting my cum in her eager mouth. But she always deflected my attempts and when I realized that the only women who had actually let me cum in their mouths were the three hookers I'd been with in my life, I decided that this was probably something that good girls didn't do. 

So, I'd been content to just fantasize about it and never pressure Beth into doing it. She was a good wife. I wasn't going to try to make her something she wasn't. 

Beth had given me no reason to be suspicious. But, still, I was. I even started having dreams about her with other men. Sometimes, in my dreams, she was with men I knew; sometimes she was with strangers: bikers or black guys with impossibly huge cocks. And my imagination didn't confine itself to my dreams. Once I came home and found Beth in the living room with an insurance salesman. He left soon after I got home, but later that night I kept thinking, "What is they were doing something before I came home?" Then I started creating images in my mind of what they might have been doing. The seeds of suspicion had been planted, and they'd found fertile ground in my mind.

Another time, I had a friend, Jake, over to watch a football game. I'd asked Beth that morning, before she went to the store, to check and see if we had enough beer. But I guess she forgot and we ran out before halftime. I asked Beth if she would go to the store to get us some more beer, but she had just started watching some tear-jerker movie on Lifetime in our bedroom and pleaded with me, since it was halftime anyway, to go get the beer myself. When I got back, Beth was watching the beginning of the third quarter with Jake in the family room. I didn't think the movie she was watching could have been over already. When I asked her later, she said that it turned out not to be that good anyway and she felt bad for Jake being by himself so she turned it off and joined him. That was all plausible, of course. But, still, in my suspicious state of mind, I began imagining things.

My fears were eating away at me. And I finally realized that, with a little effort, I could put them at rest and get back to living my life as I had before these doubts descended on me. All it would take is a little initiative.

These "spy stores" are terrific. For not too much money, you can buy wireless, motion-activated cameras that are camouflaged in a variety of ways: books, clocks, smoke detectors, etc. For under two grand, I was able to get enough cameras to cover most of the house. Unless Beth's extracurricular activities were confined to a closet or the laundry room, I'd have a decently high-resolution video and audio recording of them.

Everything tested out fine. I watched tapes of Beth cleaning the house, doing the dishes, changing the sheets, and more. Not very interesting, but I had to check out the camera settings. It took a little adjusting but finally I had everything right. I could even stream the video over the Internet on a secure connection, so I could keep an eye on Beth even from my office. 

I was pretty certain that the outcome of all of this would be that I would see that my fears were completely unfounded. That would be great. I would love to get back to life as it was before these doubts began nagging at me. As it happened, it didn't turn out quite that way.

Just a week after I'd set all of this up, my cousin, Kevin, came into town. He was being interviewed for a job in town and I invited him to stay with us. Kevin got in on a Saturday afternoon. After catching up with him over a few beers, we decided to get some take-out Chinese.

Beth suggested that I go get the food and some more beer while she made up Kevin's room. I didn't think anything of this when she suggested it. I was usually the one to run the errands. And there was nothing during the rest of the evening to raise any suspicions. After Kevin had headed off to bed and we'd cleaned up the dishes, Beth began getting flirtatious. As soon as we got in bed, she went down on me with gusto. She had that raw sexual lust that sometimes seemed to take hold of her. 

Of course that passion didn't take her all the way to finishing me off. But it was terrific to feel her moist lips surround my hard cock. When Beth stopped, she almost begged me to fuck her, which I happily did with great enthusiasm. She really wanted it and it was great to give it to her when she was in these moods.

Like most guys, once I've shot my wad, I sort of drift off in a blissful daze. Usually, if it's nighttime, I'm sound asleep in minutes and out for the night. This night I dozed for a while, but then I found myself waking up. Soon I was wide awake and then my mind started to race the way it can when I'm troubled by something.

About 2:00 am I finally gave up on trying to sleep. I got up and went into the bedroom I's set up as my home office. As I usually did when I happened to be up in the middle of the night, I visited some of my standard porn sites. I liked all kinds of porn, but I had a few sites that gave me a daily sampling of a wide variety porn types.

I really don't know what made me think of it—maybe I was looking at one of those cuckolded husband videos—but I suddenly thought to check the evening's recorded video from the camera. Since all the cameras were motion activated, it was easy to find the clips with whatever action was there to be found.

I saw me leave the living room while Beth and Kevin talked for a while. Beth told Kevin she needed to make up his bed and get towels for his bathroom and invited him to come along to keep her company. I switched to the camera in the guest bedroom, not knowing what to expect. For quite a while, things couldn't have been more innocent. Beth threw the sheets across the bed and Kevin helped her tuck them in. I think I could catch him looking down her blouse a time or two, but—hey,what red-blooded guy wouldn't do that?

After the bed was made, Beth told Kevin to try lying on it to see if it was comfortable. We have one of beds you can adjust the firmness of and she said she'd make it as hard as he wanted. Kevin lay down and settled in. Beth asked him how he slept. He replied, 'in the nude," to which they both laughed and Beth blushed, like a demure wife. She explained that she meant: did he sleep on his back, or his side, or his stomach? When he said he slept on his stomach, she told to lie like that to see how it felt. When he did, he said it felt pretty good but he wouldn't mind feeling it a little firmer.

"Let's see what we can do?" Beth said. But instead of turning up the dial on the control, she climbed up on the bed and straddled Kevin's thighs with her knees. And then she began giving him a back massage. Kevin moaned something about how good it felt and the encouraged Beth to continue.

After a few minutes of massaging his back and sides, including massaging his ass cheeks and his thighs, Beth put her hands under Kevin's side and encouraged him to roll over. As he followed her urging, she said, "Now let's see what we can do about the firmness control." And, I guess just in case Kevin was being dense, she continued, "You said you like it hard, right?"

Kevin answered 'yes', but a little ambiguously. I guess he thought he knew what she meant, but he didn't want to say anything explicit just in case he was wrong. As it turned out, he wasn't.

Beth looked into Kevin's eyes and began massaging his chest. But, while her eyes stayed glued to his, her hands moved down past his abdomen to his crotch. I could tell even from the recording that Kevin was sporting an erection. But even if I hadn't seen the bulge in his pants, I could have told from Beth's reaction. She smiled and, for the first time, looked away from Kevin's eyes and down toward his crotch. And she stroked his erection lovingly through his pants.

"I like it hard, too," Beth said seductively.

I was in some very strange psychological space. My ears were burning and I could feel my heart pounding not only in my chest but throughout my body. For a moment, I thought I might get sick. But, while the churning in my stomach didn't stop, neither did it make me upchuck.

Scooting down to get better access, Beth undid Kevin's belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Now she could get his cock out and stroke it properly. When I saw the way she gently caressed Kevin's cock and the smile of pure pleasure on her face as she did it, I again felt like I might throw up. But this time, too, the feeling passed.

I was simultaneously appalled, humiliated, ashamed, disgusted, and furious. And I could no more turn my eyes away from this scene than I could stop my heart from throbbing. This was riveting.

Beth stroked Kevin's cock gently with one hand, and then with both. She pressed her thumb over the part, just under the helmet, that I'd shown her was the most sensitive. When she had Kevin in a lather, she pulled his pants the rest of the way off, over his shoes. I guess he looked kind of silly lying there with no pants but still wearing his shoes and socks. But neither Beth nor Kevin was thinking about how he looked. Neither was I.

As Beth worked her way back up his legs, she pressed them apart slightly. She put her knees between his and spread Kevin's legs even more. This gave her better access to his balls, which she cupped in one hand as she went back to stroking Kevin's cock with the other. He was lying there with his eyes closed, simply focusing on the sensations.

And then, tantalizingly slowly, Beth leaned closer and closer to Kevin's cock. Finally her lips touched just the tip. Kevin twitched at the sensation that momentarily overwhelmed him. Then Beth's lips were around Kevin's hard cock. And she was sucking him passionately. It wasn't as if her main goal was to get him off—and after all, I knew she didn't take fellatio to its natural end point—but she was devouring his cock with a hunger that ... well, I realized, that I'd felt just a few hours ago when she'd gone after my cock with abandon.

Watching your wife suck another man's cock is a stranger experience than you might think—at least it was for me. I was angry, of course. And I was extremely jealous. It was too early for me to feel hurt; that would come later. Right now, it was the immediate, primitive, hot emotions I felt: anger, jealousy...yes...but, also, excitement and arousal. I couldn't impose the distance from my emotions to ask why I would feel sexual arousal at seeing my wife blow another man.

I watched the video, transfixed. I watched as Beth pumped more and more vigorously on Kevin's cock, taking as much of it as she could in her mouth. I watched as she jacked his hard shaft furiously. I watched as his body spasmed and he screamed out with pleasure. I watched as he shot his load deep in Beth's mouth.

For a moment, I thought that maybe Kevin's climax had caught Beth by surprise—that she would spit out his cum and pull away in disgust. But I was wrong. Beth swallowed Kevin's cum and continued to gently suck his cock as it softened. Then she looked up at Kevin and smiled. "Thank you. That was great," she said as she pulled away.

Beth stood up next to the bed, straightened her clothes a bit, and reached down to gently pat Kevin's soft and satisfied dick. "Maybe we can do that again sometime," Beth proposed as she was turning and leaving the room.

I was stunned. Never in our six year of marriage, and not in our dating before we got married, had Beth taken my load in her mouth. I'd never tried to pressure her to do this but she knew that I wanted her to. She'd never done it. I'd finally given up even hoping she would do this. And now I'd just seen her going after another man's cum with enthusiasm.

It was clear to me in retrospect that, from the time she'd sent me off to pick up dinner, Beth had been planning to suck Kevin's cum from his cock. This wasn't something that "just happened." Beth hadn't gotten carried away when she was innocently giving Kevin a massage. She'd planned it from the start and what she'd planned was to do to Kevin something that she'd always denied me.

What was I to do now? Should I just climb back in bed with Beth, as if nothing had happened? I still don't know what I should have done. But I know what I did. I back up the video and watched it again. And this time, I jacked off to what I was watching. I came at the same time I was watching Kevin fill Beth's mouth with his spunk. And, strangely, it was a very satisfying orgasm. It was extremely intense and I felt drained and relaxed after it subsided.

Then I did go back to bed. When I got under the covers, Beth turned to me and said, apparently with real concern, "You haven't been sleeping, have you? I'm sorry." But the 'I'm sorry' was just an expression of sympathy, not the abject apology I richly deserved. Then she kissed me. I rolled over, thinking about the fact that the lips she'd just kissed me with had, just the evening before, sucked the cum from my cousin. Then I realized that she'd kissed me last night, when we'd made love, too. And that was just a few hours after she'd given her mouth to Kevin. It was an unsettling thought. Still, I was so tired that I managed to get to sleep.

Because I'd been up so much of the night, I slept in. I didn't hear Beth get up. It was the smell of coffee that finally woke me about 9:00. I got up and took a quick shower before getting dressed. When I got to the kitchen, Kevin and Beth were sitting at the table, eating breakfast, talking, and reading the paper. Things seemed so normal—so innocent—that I had a hard time reconciling the morning with what I'd seen last night on the computer. I didn't say anything about what I'd seen—not sure why. I just got some coffee and food and sat down with Kevin and Beth. 

We didn't really have anything planned for the day. Beth was going to go shopping with a friend and I needed to go to the Home Depot to get fertilizer for the lawn. I figured I could go after lunch and still have time to get back and fertilize the lawn before the ballgame I wanted to watch on TV started.

Beth left late in the morning and I found myself having to talk with Kevin. It was a weird experience. Most of the time we talked about family. We'd been kind of close when we were kids and so it was good to get caught up on his parents and his two sisters. I told him about my family. All of this was so incredibly innocent that, frankly, most of the time I really didn't think about what he'd done last night with Beth. That made it all the more strange at those moments when the images from last night suddenly flooded my mind. Kevin would be talking and then for a moment I couldn't hear him. I could see his lips moving and I knew I should be listening but the only sound in my head was, "You son of a bitch! You goddamn son of a bitch!" And then he'd pause and I had to say something to make him think I'd been following him. I'd manage a noncommittal "uh-uh," and that would pull me back to the conversation.

Maybe it was because I wasn't all that comfortable in this conversation but I suddenly decided that I really needed to mow the lawn before I fertilized it so, if I wanted to see the start of the game, I needed to get to Home Depot. I could grab a burger at a drive-through on the way to the store. So, I made my apologies to Kevin, told him to help himself to food in the fridge, and left.

It was really good to get out of the house. I wasn't able to put aside the thoughts of Kevin and Beth but at least I didn't have to make small talk with Kevin while I was stewing on the images of him spewing his cum in Beth's mouth.

When I got back home, Kevin was watching TV. I poked my head in the room long enough to tell him I had to work outside and headed back to the bedroom to change into work clothes. On my way to the garage, I grabbed my iPod and my noise-canceling headphones. Maybe I could blast these damned images out of my head with a little hard rock. If the music wasn't enough, maybe the two Sam Adams I brought out would help take the edge off. (I knew the second one would get a little warm while I was working on the first, but I didn't want to have to go back into the house till I was done mowing.)

It was almost 1:30 now and it would take me at least an hour to mow the lawn, then almost an hour to fertilize it. That should work out great. The game didn't start until 3:30. I fired up the mower, put on my headphones, and cranked up the volume. The mower was barely audible. All I could hear was Guns N' Roses. I opened the first bottle of Sam Adams, took a swig, and dropped it in the holder I'd fastened to the mower handle.

Having something very practical and familiar to do did help. After a few passes on the lawn, I was really focused on the music and my mowing. Kevin and Beth were not looming large in my consciousness. There was a kind of artificiality in the attention I was paying to what I was doing. I was working hard on staying focused on the lawn. But that was fine. If I had to trick myself to get some relief from my tormented thoughts, so be it.

I was sucking down the beer. I'd finished the first one when I wasn't even half done with the lawn. I stopped the mower only long enough to get the second Sam Adams. As I walked back to the garage, I saw Kevin standing in the kitchen, looking out the window at me. That was strange. I didn't think it could possibly be that interesting to watch a guy mow his lawn. Maybe he was admiring the beer holder I'd welded on to the mower handle. I don't know. But the son of a bitch waved to me. It's weird. I could have ignored it. But he'd seen me look at him and ignoring him would be awkward. So I waved back. He smiled and I smiled back at him, though it was a forced smile.

I grabbed the second beer and got back to my mowing. When I'd finished, I looked at my watch. 2:40! It had taken me longer than I'd thought. Now I'd have to rush to finish fertilizing the lawn before the game. But I wanted another beer enough to be willing to delay the start on the fertilizing long enough to get it. So what if I missed the first inning of the game?


Beth's Hobby



With the empties in hand, I headed back into the house. I dropped the bottles in the recycling, grabbed a fresh one from the fridge, and turned to go back outside when I heard talking, and laughing—and a woman laughing. It was Beth, of course. For her to be back from a shopping trip with Janice before the stores closed was a minor miracle. But that was definitely Beth's laugh.

Change of plans. I headed out to the family room, where Beth's laughter had come from. The TV was on, but Kevin and Beth weren't paying any attention to it. They were sitting and talking—quite innocently to all appearances. Kevin said I'd done a great job on the lawn and admired my beer holder. I guess that was what he was looking at when he was staring out the window. Beth told me that Janice had gotten a headache when they were shopping and they'd decided to come home. She said that she'd just gotten back a few minutes ago. 

I told them that I'd decided not to try to fertilize the lawn this afternoon after all because I didn't have enough time before the game. That was a lie, of course. I already decided it didn't matter if I missed some of the first inning. But it did matter to me a lot not to leave Kevin and Beth together alone for any length of time. So I excused myself just long enough to put away the things in the garage and close the garage door. Then I was back in the house, keeping an eye on things.

Kevin and I watched the game and, near the end, Beth made dinner for the three of us. After dinner, we watched a movie together. Then Beth and I went to bed and Kevin went to his room. Tomorrow they'd be together alone until Kevin had to leave for his job interview. And then, Beth was going to take Kevin to the airport for an early evening flight. I realized that there would be plenty of time for them to do whatever they chose to do then and there was nothing I could do about it. But, for today at least, I'd managed to keep things on the up-and-up.

When we got to the bedroom, it was the first time Beth and I'd been alone since I'd seen the evidence of her cheating. I could have talked with her about it then, but it seemed like a bad idea to do it when Kevin was in the house. What if it blew up into a scene? Better to wait until we were alone in the house. Besides, I needed more time to think about what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it.

When we got into bed, Beth began being amorous with me. I didn't really feel like I was in the mood—at first. But when she went down on me—when I felt her soft wet lips around my cock—my mood changed. She had me at full staff in a matter of minutes and I really wanted to blow my load in her mouth. I put my hands on her head—not exactly forcing her to stay on my cock, but making it clear what I wanted. I was building to an orgasm and she hadn't tried to pull away yet. She didn't do her, "I've just got to feel you in my cunt," shit. So I allowed myself to hope. But, just as I was about to blow my load, Beth pulled off of me and stroked me to an orgasm. I shot all over my chest and stomach. It was an intense orgasm, and obviously a very fruitful one. But it was still unsatisfying.

Beth got up to get a washcloth to clean me up with. As she was wiping my cum off my chest with the warm rag, she said, "My...you got pretty excited there, didn't you? And a little forceful, too!" She paused, "but you know I don't do that."

"Right!" I thought, "not for me!" I guess that moment would have been an appropriate one to being a conversation. All I needed to do to start it was to say out loud what I was thinking. But I still didn't think it best to get into this while Kevin was still here and, besides, I was drained and just wanted to sleep. I rolled over, probably in a way that left Beth wondering what was the matter. But I couldn't help that.

Surprisingly, I slept well that night. When the alarm went off in the morning, I was still sleeping soundly. I shut it off and got up to get ready for work. Neither Kevin nor Beth was up before left. Maybe that was a good thing—less time for them to get into trouble. But it was hard for me to leave the house knowing what I did about what Beth did the other night. Thoughts of them together tore at my mind all the way to my office.

At first, when I got to the office, I was too busy to think about anything but work. But about 9:00 I got a chance to check the feed from the cameras I'd installed in the house. Jesus Christ! They were into it already. Beth was on her knees in Kevin's room, dressed only in her bathrobe, sucking vigorously on Kevin's cock. Kevin was stark naked. His pants were lying on the floor behind him.

This was a weird feeling. I guess I suspected that Beth and Kevin would do something. Why would the other evening be a one-time thing? But watching it on the computer—live, while it was happening—was distressing. I could do nothing to stop it. They'd be done by the time I got to my car in the parking lot. Then I realized that I could at least disrupt them. Maybe it was juvenile, but I decided to call the house.

Because I had the sound turned down on my computer, so my secretary wouldn't hear anything suspicious, I didn't hear the phone ring on their end, but I could see their reaction. Both of them looked over toward the phone in the room. But Beth looked away quickly and sort of reassured Kevin with her hands, and I guess her mouth, that she was going to just let it ring. When the answering machine picked up, I hung up.

Then all I could do was watch—watch as my wife pleasured another man in a way that she had never pleasured me. Beth cupped Kevin's balls in one hand and pumped his shaft with the other as she worked her lips over his hard shaft with abandon. Kevin would look down at her sometimes and other times just close his eyes in reverie. As he was getting close to an orgasm, he put both hands on the back of Beth's head and controlled her movements. But he didn't have to keep her from stopping. It was obvious that Beth had no intention of stopping until Kevin had filled her mouth with cum.

She got her wish quickly. I could see Kevin thrusting fiercely as he filled her mouth with his seed. I imagined that he was making a lot of noise, too. I saw Beth swallow and then, when his orgasm was almost over, Beth did another thing that surprised me—something very out of her character (or what I had thought was her character). She pulled away from his cock and took the last two shot of cum right on her face. One hit her eyebrow and eyelid and the other gave her a mustache on her lip.

She immediately took Kevin's cock back in her mouth and sucked him gently while his cock softened, allowing his cum to run down her cheek and onto his shaft. When she pulled away again, Beth used her finger to push cum on her face into her mouth and made quite a show of tasting it before swallowing it. Then she kissed Kevin's softened cock and stood up.

Kevin tried to hold her—maybe he was even trying to move her toward the bed. Beth put up a hand in protest and backed out of the room. Kevin fell back on the bed, relaxing after his climax. And, then I had the thought to call the house again. I'm not sure why. But I think I was trying to find out how convincingly Beth could lie to me. By 'lie' I don't mean tell me something false. It's not like I was going to ask her, "Were you just sucking Kevin's cock?" I mean, talk to me as if nothing had happened when, in fact, something very damaging to our relationship had happened.

This time, Beth picked up right away. I could see her on the camera in our bedroom. She'd dropped her robe and was now completely naked.

"Hello."

"Oh, hi, honey," I said, trying not to let my tension show in my voice.

"Hi, hon. What's up?"

"Oh, I was just wondering about Kevin's interview. I've forgotten when it is. Has he left yet?"

"No. It's not until 11:00. I think he just got up not too long ago." (Think? I thought. You damn well know!) "I was just going to see if he wanted some breakfast before he went. We want him to be in good shape for the interview."

"Absolutely!" I said, thinking that he was feeling pretty good right now. "So what are you going to do today?"

"Oh, I don't know. Kevin's going to borrow the car to drive to his interview so I guess I'll just putz around until it's time to take him to the airport." Then she did something that drove me crazy. I guess she found a bit more of Kevin's cum on her face. I saw her wipe her finger under her eye and put it in her mouth to suck it off. I couldn't stand it. Here she was talking with her husband and sounding completely innocent while she was licking the remnants of another man's cum off her face. I just mumbled a quick, "I gotta go," and got off the phone as fast as I could.

I think I was pretty useless the rest of the day. If employers want to get their money's worth out of an employee, they should make sure the employee's wife isn't fucking around with other guys. It really compromises workplace efficiency. I feigned a slight illness and left work early, getting home a little before 5:00.

When I got home, Beth and Kevin were gone. His flight was at 7:30 and he'd need to be there at least an hour early. It was just over an hour to the airport at this time on a weekday so she probably wouldn't be home until around 7:30. That gave me plenty of time to, as they say in sports broadcasting, "go to the replay."

Since I had the time, I decided to go back to the beginning—to Saturday night, watching that over again and then following up with whatever else the cameras had shown. This time, watching the recording of Saturday night, I knew what was going to happen. That made it a very different experience. I was less shocked, though I still had trouble adjusting to the thought that Beth would do something like this. But, most notably, I also found it arousing. I mean incredibly arousing.

I was as hard as I've ever gotten. I think the anger combines with the voyeuristic stimulation to provoke a different level of sexual arousal. I found myself so stimulated that I undid my pants and took out my cock. I was stroking it all the while I watched Beth massage, then suck Kevin. And, just as I watched Kevin blew his load in Beth's mouth, I blew mine all over my lap. Some even shot up on my chest and a strand hit the keyboard.

I took a break from my sleuthing to get a rag and clean up. When I was finished, I started scanning the recordings. The cameras only recorded when there was motion but, for my purposes, there were a lot of "false positives." I was only interested in certain kinds of motions. I set the surveillance program to show six cameras at once and began scanning through the recorded video at 6x speed.

I almost missed the first thing. I had to back up and zoom two of the playbacks to each take up half the screen. It was about 7:00 Sunday morning. Both Kevin and Beth were getting up at about the same time. Coincidence, I was sure. But an unhappy one for me as it turned out. Beth went into out bathroom and took a shower. Kevin was reading e-mail on his phone. The camera in our bedroom continued to record for several minutes after Beth left the room but there was nothing to see except me sleeping soundly on the bed.

The recording stopped, but started again when Beth came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair dripping wet. About that time, Kevin got out of bed and headed for his bathroom. This was the part I was scanning past at 6x speed, figuring there was nothing to see. And I was right—until Beth left our bedroom.

I switched to the hallway camera and could see her walking to Kevin's room and listening outside the door. I think she probably heard Kevin's shower running. On the camera in his room, I could see his bathroom door ajar and the room was steaming up.

Beth opened his door, walked in, and closed it behind her. I watched her walk to Kevin's bathroom door, enter without a moment's hesitation, and (alas) close this door behind her, too. I thought I had the house covered with cameras so that the only things I'd miss would be activities in closets. But I was wrong. I didn't have a camera in the bathroom of the guest bedroom. So I couldn't see what happened there that morning. But I could sure guess. Beth and Kevin were in there for almost 15 minutes and I'm certain they weren't discussing the weather. I'm sure only some of the steaminess was coming from the shower head.

For the first few minutes of this, the camera in our bedroom was still running. There was something very metaphorical about my sleeping soundly in my bed while Beth was sucking off another guy elsewhere in the house. Then, the camera in our bedroom shut down for lack of activity. And, shortly after that, so did the camera in Kevin's bedroom.

When the bathroom door opened again, it started back up. Beth came out first. She was adjusting the towel around her. I guessed that she had just put it back on. Beth headed directly to our room and I watched the events of that morning a little longer in split screen. Beth was getting dressed in our bedroom and Kevin, smiling like he'd just swallowed the canary, walked out of the bathroom and started getting dressed himself.

I fast-forwarded through a bunch of the day: breakfast, me joining them in the kitchen, Beth leaving to go shopping, me leaving to go to the home improvement store, Kevin watching TV, and all that. Nothing interesting here, but I knew that.

And, then, I almost missed something else—something that blew my mind. It turns out that Beth got back from her shopping trip much earlier than she'd let on. In fact it was just a few minutes after I'd gone out to start the mower that she came in. She found Kevin right away. I zoomed that camera to full screen and turned up the sound.

They were flirting. Kevin tried to kiss Beth but she stopped him. He looked perplexed. And I can't blame him. I would have been perplexed if I were in his shoes. In fact, I was perplexed in my own shoes.

"What?" 

"I don't kiss other men—I mean other than my husband—not like that anyway." Beth pulled away from Kevin. "Besides," she continued coyly, "that's not what you want most anyway, is it?"

Beth's hands, which had been up against Kevin's chest, slid down sensuously to his crotch and caressed his cock through his pants. It was obvious what Kevin wanted most.

"Paul's just outside," Beth cautioned. "He just started mowing the lawn so he'll probably be out there for close to an hour. But we need to be careful." Beth paused. I was wondering what she was going to suggest. I suspect Kevin was wondering the same thing.

"Follow me." Beth led Kevin into the kitchen. I saw her look cautiously into the backyard, I guess to be sure that I wasn't looking that way right then. The camera in the smoke alarm in the kitchen picked up the action then. Beth positioned herself to the side of the window, out of view from the backyard.

"You stand right there and do lookout duty," Beth directed. "I'll give you what you really want."

So Kevin stood in front of the sink, looking out the window. Beth knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. I watched her fish out his cock and try to do the same with his balls. But I guess the fly of his pants wasn't allowing the access she wanted because she decided to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and underpants down to his knees.

Beth looked up at Kevin and gave one last instruction before she started on his cock. "Now you pay enough attention to what Paul's doing outside that, if he decides to come in for something, we can get straightened up." 

And, with that, Beth began licking Kevin's cock. It was only semi-hard when she started but the action of her soft tongue quickly had him full and rigid. Then she began sucking his cock with relish. There was a kind of passion in her movements that amazed me. I had no doubt that she enjoyed the power she had over Kevin—the power to control his pleasure so completely. But she was enjoying more than that. She was enjoying the sensations she was feeling. That was obvious.

Despite having stroked myself to an orgasm less than half an hour ago, I found my cock hard again and I couldn't help stroking it while I watched this scene unfolding.

Kevin did an admirable job of maintaining his appearance of calm. It wouldn't have done, of course, for me to look up from mowing the lawn to see him with his head thrown back in reverie. But it was clear that Beth was driving him crazy with her mouth. I knew what pleasure Beth could cause that way. (Well, I guess I didn't quite know all of the pleasure she could cause that way. Kevin knew more than I did about one sort of oral pleasure Beth could provoke.)

Then I saw Kevin smile and wave. That son of a bitch! While he had been waving to me pleasantly, he had his hard cock buried deep in my wife's mouth. I remembered that I'd waved to him in return but then studiously avoided looking at the kitchen window for the rest of the time I was mowing the lawn. So, yesterday I didn't see the expression on his face as he spewed his semen into Beth's mouth. But I saw it now. His composed look was undone. I watched his eyes close and his body jerk over and over with each jet of jism he shot in Beth's hungry mouth.

Beth kept Kevin's cock in her mouth as it softened. She seemed reluctant to let go of it. But finally, she moved back and pulled up Kevin's underpants and pants. She finished dressing him and carefully moved out of line with the window as she stood up. 

"There, now, isn't that better than a kiss?" Kevin didn't answer. "Isn't that what you really wanted?"

Beth peeked through the window and, seeing that the coast was clear, left for the family room. "Join me when you think you can move your legs," she said teasingly.

I couldn't believe that that Beth and Kevin had been so brazen as to do that while I was just outside in the back yard. I was stunned, and hurt, and angry. I was also completely hard again and felt like I needed to cum. I'd been a teenager the last time I'd felt the urgency to have an orgasm so soon after having just had one. But I wasn't a teenager and I was able to control the desire. The point of all this wasn't to have a jack-off session to my wife's adulterous activities. And, besides, I wanted to see what happened this morning, when Beth knew that I was at work.

I did a quick check of the time. It was only 6:20. I had at least an hour before Beth would be back. Plenty of time.

I fast-forwarded the recordings to this morning. I'd left the house about 7:30, thinking that Beth and Kevin were still asleep. Now, on the tape, it was obvious that Beth was awake when I was leaving. She got up as soon as I'd left.

She took a shower and dried off, leaving her hair wet—a look that I always found very sexy. Then she put on her bathrobe—a cream-colored satin robe with lace trim—and headed to the kitchen. I fast forwarded through a part where she started some coffee and mixed up some muffins and put them in the oven. I slowed it down again as she walked back down the hallway toward Kevin's room. She opened the door without knocking.

Switching to the camera in his room, I saw Kevin, apparently just waking up. He smiled when he saw Beth entering the room. (What man wouldn't?)

"So, are you ready?" Beth said coyly. When Kevin answered 'yes' with enthusiasm, Beth said, "I don't mean for that, silly. I mean are your ready for some coffee and muffins." Kevin, though obviously disappointed, managed to indicate in a reasonably pleasant tone that he was. 

"Oh, don't pout. I didn't say that you weren't going to get that. You'll just have to wait a little." Beth was teasing and obviously enjoying doing so. "Here," she said as she climbed into Kevin's bed, "maybe this will tide you over for a bit."

Beth pulled down the covers. Kevin was sleeping in the nude—something that Beth noted and said how much she liked. I guess she also liked the fact that Kevin had a strong morning woody. Beth wasted no time getting her mouth around Kevin's cock and sucking it. It was clear that she was enjoying this, as was Kevin, but she had no intention of bringing him off now. She was just showing him how good it was going to feel when she chose to do it.




Beth's Hobby



Well before Kevin wanted, Beth backed off, got up and said, she needed to get the muffins out of the oven. "Come on out if you want some," she teased. And then, as if the point might not be clear, she opened her robe and flashed Kevin. He jumped out of bed as if he was going to grab her but, closing her robe, she dashed out of the room the kitchen. Kevin pulled on his pants and headed to the kitchen himself.

I fast-forwarded again through their chit-chat at the breakfast table, slowing it down a few times to be sure that the conversation wasn't of any special interest. It wasn't. But when the finished their coffee and muffins, things got really interesting. 

Beth led Kevin back to his bedroom and, when they went in, said, "Now...where were we?" Again, she was enjoying the power of the tease.

Kevin put his arms around her from behind and pulled her to him. "We're all alone now and we have all the time until I have to go to my interview. Let's do something different." Kevin began moving his hands over Beth's body and she immediately spun away from him, not allowing him to even caress her.

"What's the matter, Beth?"

"Nothing."

"But..." Kevin was at a bit of a loss. "I mean...You're really beautiful. And you obviously don't find me repulsive. I want to make love with you."

"No," Beth said pensively. "We can't do that."

"Why not? You've made me feel wonderful. I want to make you feel wonderful, too. I want us to feel wonderful together. And I do mean together," Kevin said with a rather repulsively sly tone in his voice.

"Oh, you do make me feel wonderful. Every time I touch you I feel wonderful." Beth paused and Kevin obviously didn't know what to say so, wisely, he kept his mouth shut.

"But you can't touch me." Beth moved away from Kevin. I guess she wanted to control the distance. But she went on. "I can't explain it to you. I don't understand it myself. I love Paul. He's the only man I will let touch me like a lover. That's why I wouldn't let you kiss me like that. I won't do that. I can't make love with you. I mean I won't. I won't let you touch me like a lover. And I won't let you give me pleasure in the way you're thinking about."

Now Beth moved closer to Kevin. "It's nothing about you. I like you a lot. And I find you very attractive. I wouldn't do what I've been doing with you if I didn't. And you do give me pleasure. When I see the desire in your eyes, that give me pleasure. When I feel your cock harden in my hand or, better yet, in my mouth, that gives me pleasure. When I feel your need to cum—a need caused by me—that gives me pleasure." Beth paused for what seemed like a very long time but was probably only 15 seconds or so. "And," she paused briefly again, "and when you cum in my mouth, when I feel the jets of cum blast against the back of my mouth and my tongue is flooded with your semen, that gives me pleasure. A lot of pleasure."

She looked up at Kevin, trying to read his response. "Isn't that enough?" He didn't say anything. "I hope so. Because that's all I can give you and I really love giving you that."

Now, Beth seemed to have read Kevin's reactions. She stepped a half-step away from him and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing anything under them and they slid down easily. He kicked them behind him and Beth fell to her knees in front of him. She lifted his cock gently in her hands almost reverently, as if it were a sacred object. She looked at it closely, lovingly for a while before she brought her lips toward it. 

Kevin's cock was hardening in anticipation but Beth didn't begin by sucking it, or even licking it. Instead, she kissed it sweetly, gently. She cupped her hands under his balls and pulled his balls and cock forward, laying her cheek against his package. Almost imperceptibly, she moved from an adoring embrace to licking and then passionately sucking Kevin's now very hard cock.

After she'd been sucking Kevin's cock for a few minutes, I heard the phone ring. The intensity with which I'd been watching had caused me to forget for a moment that I'd called the house, hoping to interrupt Kevin and Beth's sexual activity. (I guess I couldn't say 'lovemaking' after hearing Beth's soliloquy.)

I wasn't successful in interrupting them, of course, so I watched again as Beth sucked Kevin to an intense orgasm. It had been obvious when I'd seen this in real time this morning that his orgasm was incredibly intense. But hearing the accompanying roar, when Kevin had no fear that anyone would hear, made the intensity even more vivid to me.

It was a little after 7:00. Beth probably wouldn't be home for 20 minutes or so, but there was no sense pushing things to the limit. I shut down the surveillance software and got myself a beer from the fridge. I put a frozen pizza in the oven for Beth and me tonight and sat down to consider what I was going to do about the situation.

Beth had always seemed simple and straightforward to me. Now I realized that she was anything but. In one sense, probably the one most people would accept, she appeared ready to cheat on me at the drop of a hat. I was under no impression now that Kevin was a one-off thing. Those fears I'd had before that I'd been ready to dismiss as paranoid turned out to be true, I was sure now. So, Beth had been "cheating" (in this sense) for some time with numerous other men—at least some of them my friends.

But, there was clearly a different sense of 'cheating' that Beth thought counted. She wouldn't fuck another guy. She wouldn't let another guy touch her in a sexual way. She wouldn't even kiss another guy, at least not in a passionate way. She had very strict limits. They weren't ordinary limits. But the fact that she apparently adhered to them strictly showed that she had respect for our relationship.

What I really couldn't figure out is why she was so eager, apparently, to suck cum from another man's cock but consistently refused to do that with me. What relationship was that restriction showing respect for? I didn't get it.

I was pondering when and how to confront Beth with what I'd learned. And, as I was deliberating, I was suddenly aware of a very troubling thought that was growing in my mind. Before deciding when and how to confront her, I needed to decide *whether* to confront her. Even as I formulated the question in my mind, I was stunned by the fact that I was contemplating not confronting Beth with this. What was I thinking?

Well, one thing that I was thinking was that I found watching the video of Beth and Kevin incredibly exciting. In fact, I was pretty certain that these videos would be replacing my porn stash for my jack-off sessions for some time. Another thing I was thinking is that, in some strange way, Beth's hobby was probably responsible for some of our best sex together. I thought about the way Beth had attacked me Saturday night—how aggressive she'd been. I loved it when she acted that way. And, now, thinking back, I suspected that her libido was fed by her peccadilloes with other men. What if I pulled in the reins and, thereby, made myself miserable.

I decided that I didn't have to decide right now. I would just keep thinking about it for a while. There was no rush.

Beth came home and we ate the pizza I'd cooked. As I watched her put a folded slice of pizza into her mouth, I couldn't help but visualize Kevin's cock in her mouth. And, suddenly I wondered whether she'd given him a final blow job in the car before she'd dropped him off at the airport. It would have been easy enough. There were lots of service roads around the airport where they could have parked relatively unobserved. If I were Kevin, I'd have pushed for that.

There was no way to find out about this but, as I thought about Beth giving Kevin a final blow job in the car, I realized that I found it exciting to think that she had.

That night, Beth set upon me again. I had been rather quiet and withdrawn all evening. I was in a bit of turmoil over what I'd learned about Beth, the images of her with Kevin, and (most of all) my changing reaction to all of this. But Beth seemed completely oblivious to my mood. As soon as we got in bed, she pushed the covers down and went straight for my cock.

My emotional angst didn't interfere with my physiological response. Beth had me hard and horny in a few minutes and then she took her time, as if savoring the sensation of sucking my shaft. I wasn't certain how this was going to end but I was pretty sure I knew how it *wouldn't* end. Still, Beth wasn't the only one enjoying the sensations.

For probably 15 minutes, kept me well above the "God I'm horny and I really need to cum" phase but below the "Oh, my God, I'm cumming in your mouth" stage. Then she pulled away from me and, looking me straight in the eye, said, "Fuck me!" Well, I wasn't about to decline.

I realized that along with my arousal, I felt a good bit of anger toward Beth. So, when I entered her, I plunged in forcefully. And I began thrusting into her violently. It was almost as if I was trying to hurt her. Beth could tell that something was different, but she seemed to be fine with the uncommon aggression I was displaying. "Fuck me...oh, God, fuck me hard!" she insisted. And I set about it to the best of my ability.

I shot my load into her cunt right while she was climaxing. The timing intensified both of our orgasms.

Afterward, I collapsed beside her, panting and emotionally and physically drained. We both lay there for a long time, not saying anything, just recovering. I fell asleep thinking that, if this is what Beth's "extracurricular activities" provoked, it certainly wasn't all bad.

The rest of the week was as normal as could be. I worked; Beth did her usual things like shopping, cleaning the house, and doing the laundry. I really didn't think there was much point in even checking the video. It's not that Beth couldn't have done something during that time. But I really didn't think that anyone had been to the house. Turns out I hadn't been as creative in thinking about these things as Beth had.

Thursday night, after Beth was asleep, I got up and went to the computer. I scanned all through Tuesday's recordings and found nothing of interest. Wednesday started out the same way. The only thing I noticed out of the ordinary is that in the afternoon Beth seemed to be looking through the front window a lot, as if she was expecting someone.

Then, about 3:00, I saw Beth run to the door and open it. She said something that I could barely hear and couldn't make out until I played it back with the sound boosted. She asked someone whether he could come in for a minute. 

It was the mailman. I'd seen him before sometimes on the weekends. He was a decent looking guy, probably in his early 30s. When he walked in, Beth backed away from the door. He closed the door behind him immediately. That surprised me. I'd expected him to be uncertain of what Beth was up to. He turned to Beth and set down his bag. That's when I realized that he already knew what Beth was up to.

And Beth wasted no time. She pulled him into the livingroom, where the floor was carpeted and sank to her knees without hesitation. She looked up and unzipped his pants. Before pulling out is cock, she made a bit of a show of massaging him through his pants. Even from the vantage pint of the camera, I could see that he was tenting his pants.

Beth reached in through his fly and pulled out his hard cock. She stroked it for a while, examining it closely. It was not a dispassionate exam. I could see the desire in her eyes and I knew that it was difficult for her to hold off on sucking his hard cock. She seemed to be teasing herself as much as she was teasing him.

That didn't last for long, though. Beth took him in her mouth and began sucking vigorously while she stroked his shaft in her fist. She was enjoying herself but not trying to slow him down to prolong the sensations. She was working hard on bringing the mailman off. And he was responding.

I could see him nearing an orgasm. He closed his eyes, tilted his head up, and put his hands on the back of Beth's head. Then his body was spasming with pleasure as he pumped his cum into Beth's mouth.

She gently sucked the last drops of semen from his cock and then put his cock back in pants and zipped him up. She said, "thanks," and walked him to the door. I found it interesting that Beth thanked him. He didn't seem surprised. He said, "anytime," picked up his mail bag and left. The whole thing had taken less than five minutes. 

I'd given this fucking mailman a Christmas tip last year of $50. I regretted that now. But, I couldn't deny that watching this, like watching the video of Beth with Kevin, had me hard. I thought of backtracking and watching it again while I beat off but I decided that there was still all of today's video to watch. Who knew what might have happened today.

I fast-forwarded through a lot of routine shit, wishing there were some sort of camera that was smart enough not only to record only when there was motion but to record only when there was interesting motion. I wasn't really interested in watching Beth doing household chores. It was her "special chores" that interested me.

This morning, like yesterday morning, was completely mundane. Late in the morning and through lunch time, Beth was out of the house, shopping. I wondered whether that was all that she was doing, but there was no way to check. I don't suppose I could install cameras all through the city.

Beth got back around 2:00 and put away the groceries. Just as she was finishing, the doorbell rang. I hadn't installed a camera to show the front porch—it was the action inside the house that I thought would be of interest—so I didn't know until Beth invited him in that this was the paper delivery person who was collecting for the paper.

I'm old enough to remember when they were paperboys—fourteen or fifteen year-old neighborhood boys riding their bicycles on the sidewalks to deliver the papers. But now, lots of paper delivery people were older men or women, usually a bit down on their luck, who drove their beaters through the streets to deliver three or four of the old paperboy routes.

Our paper deliverer was an older black man—maybe in his fifties, though he looked to be at least sixty. He'd obviously had a hard life. His face was lined and he had a broken tooth that he couldn't afford to fix or didn't care about.

Well, I was sure, Beth couldn't be interested in this guy. So I began to fast-forward as he told Beth how much we owed and Beth got her checkbook. Something made me slow it down to regular speed and turn up the sound as she actually handed him the check.

"We really appreciate the good service you've been giving us. I wrote the check out for a little extra for you."

"Thank you, ma'am," the guy said politely, and turned slowly toward the door.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, now that you offer, ma'am..."

"Oh, I see," Beth said with a subtle coyness that I'm sure was lost on the guy. "Well, sure. Come here." And she led him by the hand to the living room and had him sit down on the couch.

I switched to the living room camera and watched Beth spread his knees and kneel down between his thighs. I couldn't believe what she was doing. Kevin and the mailman were at least reasonably attractive. This guy might have been decent 25 years ago but now he was just a broken-down old man. What could Beth possibly see in him? I mean, I realized now that Beth wasn't looking for love or romance. But didn't a guy have to be at least minimally attractive for Beth to blow him? Apparently not.

When Beth got the guy's cock out, I realized that there could be some attractions for a cock-loving woman. I couldn't explain why Beth had done this guy the first time she did—and now I was under no delusion that this was the first time—but if she cared about size, I could see why she might do it again.

His cock was huge! It was still soft. He was pretty far from his teenage years when the mere thought of a woman sucking your cock would get you hard. He apparently needed some physical stimulation. But, even soft, his cock was impressive. It was fat and full and probably eight inches long. I now that big dicks don't grow as much when they get hard as smaller dicks do. But this dick didn't need to grow at all to be impressive.

Beth began stroking it and brought her lips to the ebony helmet. He didn't get hard quickly, but over the course of the next ten minutes, with the loving attention of Beth's lips and tongue, his cock hardened to a good ten inches.

It was clear that Beth considered this a *good* ten inches, too. She was lost in reverie for this huge hunk of black cock. Beth had both hands around the base of his cock and her lips firmly around the head. She was pumping faster and faster and soon she had him spewing in her mouth.

The guy shot so much slime that Beth couldn't swallow it all as he was shooting. She pulled back and some of his cream coated the head of his cock and Beth's hand. When she'd swallowed what was in her mouth, Beth brought her lips back to his cock. He twitched from her touch—he was obviously very sensitive now—but he allowed her to clean him off with her mouth.

After a few moments, Beth put away his monster snake and he zipped up his pants.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said softly.

"No, no. Thank you," Beth replied as she led him to the door. Before she opened the door to send him out, she fondled his crotch again. "Maybe I should have given you a bigger tip. You know ... repayment in kind." I was sure that the guy didn't her little joke. He said, "No, ma'am. That's just fine."

She opened the door and he was gone.

So, that's what Beth's days were like. While I was dealing with a lot of shit at work to be able to afford this lifestyle for Beth and me, she was sucking every dick she could get her lips around. I was ready to be angry, incensed, indignant. But, first, I decided to back up the video and watch it again, this time taking care of the raging hardon watching this had caused me.

The next morning, I was suddenly struck with the bizarre nature of my life—our lives—right now. Most of the time, Beth and I seemed a model couple: middle class, suburban home, husband with a good job, wife a model homemaker. But there two dirty little secrets in our marriage. First, apparently Beth would blow any cock she could get her lips around. Second, I got off watching her do it.

It was weird. It was sick. I knew that. But I realized now that I had no plans to change anything. When I first confirmed my fears about what Beth was doing, I'd planned to confront her with my newfound knowledge and make her stop—or, if she wouldn't, leave her. I knew now that I wasn't going to do that. I suppose I could have confronted her and let her, or ever urged her, to continue. But what if she couldn't? What if it was important to her—essential to her—to have this be her secret? What if her knowing that I knew, even if I approved, killed the fun for her? Then she would stop. I knew now that I didn't want that to happen.

I tried not to focus on how sick this whole thing was. If I was going to live this life, there was no sense beating myself up about it. Better to embrace the weirdness.

The next day I had a poker night planned with three of my friends. Andy and Jake, both of whom I now suspected were intimately familiar with Beth's mouth, and Lucas. I had no specific reason to think that Lucas was one of Beth's conquests, but from what I now knew, I judged it more likely than not.

The game was supposed to be at Jake's house but I e-mailed them to ask if we could switch it to our house. I made some lame excuse about work issues that might come up and I'd need to be near my computer to handle them if they did. It wasn't a hard sell.




Beth's Hobby



When I got home Friday night, I told Beth about the change in plans and promised to take care of everything for the evening. Beth said that, since she was going shopping anyway, she'd pick up the beer and snacks. I didn't mind going out but it would be even better if Beth did this. I had some things to check out at the house.

I'd already figured out how I'd excuse myself for part of the night: a phone call to do some work on the computer; lots of frustration doing the work remotely; finally, I'll have to go into the office. That would take me away from the house for a full hour just in drive time, more for the time I'd have to work in the office.

I wasn't certain that Beth would do anything tonight. Maybe the group of guys would put a crimp in her style. But, if she did—and I was banking on it—I planned to do more than watch recordings of it. I carefully checked to see that I could easily see into all the likely rooms while I was standing discretely outside the windows. I didn't have to worry about neighbors reporting a peeping Tom. I only needed to be in the back yard and we had a privacy fence around it that would hide me from the view of the neighbors. Everything seemed to check out. If Beth did do anything—at least if she did it anyplace other than one of the bathrooms, I'd be able to get a good view from outside the window.

I checked that all of the cameras were working and dug out my old black ski mask. I was ready for the night.

The guys arrived around 7:30 and everyone got a beer and headed for the family room. Beth headed for the bedroom to read. We were a few hands into the game when my phone rang. (It's amazing what programs you can get for a smart phone. Want to be interrupted at a certain time? No problem.) I looked perturbed and "reluctantly" answered the phone. After a brief exchange (can you call a one-way conversation 'an exchange'?), I excused myself from the game and went into my home office. I fiddled around there for about ten minutes. Then, I went into our bedroom and told Beth, exuding disgust and irritation, that I had to go into the office. The VPN was apparently not working again and I couldn't access my files remotely.

Beth was properly sympathetic. She asked what the guys were going to do and I told her they'd stay and play. Once I got to the office, a half-hour drive at this time of the night, it would only take 20 minutes to a half-hour minutes to correct the file and send it to my boss, who was away on a business trip where he needed the file. So, I figured I would be back in about in an hour and a half at most. I'd be able to join the game sober, but irritated, when the others were pretty drunk so I should make out okay by the end of the night.

I gave Beth a kiss and left to tell the guys. They teased me a bit and commiserated with me. But I was soon out of the house presumably on my way to my office. I parked a couple of blocks away and made my way back to the house. I climbed over the fence, into the back yard, and put on my mask for my surveillance work.

Beth was already out in the family room. But everything seemed pretty innocent. I couldn't hear what was being said—I'd have to check that later tonight or tomorrow on the cameras. The poker game came to a halt when Beth sat down at the table and began talking—flirting, really—with by friends. She was being pretty blatant: sucking the salsa off a chip before she ate it, licking her lips in a very sensuous, suggestive way, and giggling at whatever the guys were saying.

Jake tried to cop a feel of her leg but Beth pushed his hand away and appeared to scold him. The other guys got the message and didn't try to initiate anything but the flirting continued apace. This all went on for about a half hour. Then Beth got up and went to the kitchen. I stayed where I was because as long as none of the guys joined her in the kitchen, there was no need to move to that window.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pants. I realized that Beth had called me at the office. Fortunately, I'd set my office phone to forward calls to my cell. I moved away from the window so I could speak at a normal volume. I tried to sound irritated about being at work on a Saturday night when I answered the phone.

"I was just wondering how you were doing, honey," Beth said sympathetically. 

"I'm okay. I'm just really pissed. If the IT people would keep the damned VPN up, I could have done this from home in 20 minutes. Now, it's already been a half hour just driving in and it will probably take me more than 20 minutes here. My computer hasn't even finished booting up."

"I'm really sorry you had to go into the office. Do you think the guys need anything? Should I check on them?"

It took some restraint not to respond with a wisecrack. What I said could have been suggestive in the right tone, but I kept my tone quite innocent. "Yeah, check on them. See if they need any munchies or anything. Give them whatever they need and tell them I'm sorry I had to go and that I'll be back as soon as I can." I was pretty sure now that she'd given them what they needed. I think the phone call as all about checking to see that I was really at the office. It made me wonder whether I'd done anything over the last few days to make her suspect that I was suspicious.

"Oh, honey, and see if we need more beer. I can stop on the way home and pick up more if we need it."

"I'm in the kitchen. I can check now." After a pause, she said, "We only have ten beers left. You'd better stop pick up a 12-pack on the way home. These guys can suck down a lot, you know." I did. And I knew that they weren't the only ones in the house who could suck down a lot.

"Okay. Bye babe. I'll be back as soon as I can. But it will be over an hour for sure. Sorry to dump taking care of the guys on you."

"That's okay. I'll take care of them. I'm happy to do it."

She hung up and I worked my way back to the window. When I got in position, Beth was back in the family room. She was standing away from the table and saying something to the guys. I saw them smile—well, smirk, really—at each other and get up from the table. They stood in a semi-circle in front of Beth and she sank down to her knees.

Beth undid the guys' pants, one by one, and pulled down them down. Soon she was facing three cocks in various states of semi-arousal. Jake was standing in the middle and Beth lifted his cock and put it in her mouth. She grabbed Andy's cock with one hand and Lucas's with the other and began pumping them while she sucked on Jake's.

I have no idea whether Beth had ever done something like this before—obviously I don't mean sucking off some other guy; I mean doing more than one at a time. But she did it like a pro. I was amazed that she could coordinate all her movements so well.

She began moving her mouth from one cock to another, always stroking the other two to keep them hard. When she wasn't sucking Jake, that meant that she needed even more coordination to reach across and stroke two cocks to one side. But like a virtuoso pianist doing a cross-over hand move, she made it look easy.

I saw my friends looking at each other and grinning like the proverbial cat with a canary. Beth didn't seem to be in a hurry to bring them off and they seemed to be fine with this being drawn out, too.

My heart was pounding. This was a new experience for me. When I'd watched Beth doing things like this in the past several weeks, it had always been after the fact—sometimes well after the fact. Well, there was the one time I watched the live feed from my office of Beth and Kevin. That was in real time, but I was far away and couldn't have interfered. 

Now, I was watching as it happened and I was right outside the house. I could have busted in to the house and stopped all of this. I played that scene in my mind for a minute, but set it aside because it was a distraction from what I was watching. As I focused on Beth blowing my three friends in my own house, I found myself getting aroused. Indeed, I was hard and in need of relief.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. It felt so good to stroke it. I watched Beth going from cock to cock with her sweet wet mouth and stroked myself in time with her motions on my fiends' cocks.

Andy was the first one to blow his load in Beth's mouth. I shot off on the side of the house at the same time. Beth made a show of swallowing Andy's cum and he back away and collapsed onto the couch. My knees were weak but I couldn't bring myself to move away from the window. I wanted to see Jake and Lucas fill Beth's mouth too.

It didn't take Beth long to bring off the other two. I wondered whether the taste of Andy's cum had made her so hot that she couldn't wait to get the other two guys' deposits. She didn't wait long. First Lucas busted his nut in her mouth. He was just finishing when Beth could tell that Jake was close to spurting himself. She turned quickly to wrap her mouth around Jake's cock, allowing the last shot of Lucas's cream to hit her on the cheek. I watched it run down her cheek as she brought Jake off in her mouth.

Lucas and Jake too—Lucas on a chair and Jake on the couch with Andy. All three were in various stages of recovery. Beth wiped the string of Lucas's cum from her cheek and sucked it from her finger. Beth got up and said something to the guys before leaving for the bedroom. (I found out later, when I watched the tape—or maybe I should say, the first of many times I watched the tape—that she said, "Why don't you guys rest for a bit? If you can recover, maybe we can have seconds tonight.")

After she left, the guys weren't doing much so I moved to the bedroom window. The room was pretty dark. The room light was turned off and the only light was what was streaming in from the opened bathroom door. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust but, when they did, I could see Beth, lying on the bed, completely naked now. She was lying on her back with her legs apart, stroking her clitoris furiously. 

Beth can take a long time to work up to an orgasm, but not tonight. She was climaxing after only two or three minutes of touching herself. I couldn't hear anything through the window and I'm guessing she was trying to be kind of quiet because of the guys in the family room. But it was obvious that she had an incredibly intense orgasm. Her hips were thrusting wildly and her head was thrown back in pleasure.

For quite a while, there wasn't much to see in either window. I put my cock back in my pants and decided to give Beth a call. I moved well away from the window so I could talk normally. When Beth answered, I said I'd just left my office and was walking to the car. I told her I'd be back in about 45 minutes. She said not to worry—the guys were having fun.

I hadn't heard yet Beth's offer of possible seconds and I was thinking that the evening's entertainment was probably at an end. I was thinking of leaving, but decided to go back to see if anything was happening in the family room. Not much, as it turned out. The guys were laughing and drinking beer. They hadn't gone back to the poker table. They were still where they had collapsed after blowing their loads in Beth's mouth.

I watched for a few minutes, realizing that there was no need to leave yet. I really needed only about 10 to 15 minutes to walk to the car, drive to the store for beer, and get home by the time I'd told Beth I would. I decided to go back to the bedroom window to see what Beth was up do after her session of self-pleasuring. When I got to the window, I was just able to see her walk out the bedroom door in her robe. She was headed toward the family room.

So, I headed back there to see what her game would be. Beth was already standing in the family room receiving the undivided attention of my three friends. I couldn't tell what she was saying but the intent was clear when she untied her robe and pulled it open, giving them a clear view of her beautiful naked body. She said something and, then, let her robe drop to the floor behind her as she walked toward the guys. They were nodding and smiling.

It looked as if Beth was asking them who would be first. Jake was the first to speak up. Beth knelt in front him on the couch. She dutifully unbuttoned his pants and, with Jake helping by raising his hips, lowered his pants and underpants to his ankles. Andy tried to reach over to fondle one of Beth's breasts but Beth slapped his hand and pushed him away. It was a good natured, but firm, rebuke. He was to watch, not to touch.

Then Beth lifted up Jake's soft cock with her delicate fingers and examined it closely. She brought her mouth to it slowly began by gently licking the underside of Jake's cock. Even from this distance, I could see it twitch to life from her touch. Beth worked that cock with remarkable skill until it was completely hard again, despite having spent its load so recently. And, soon, Beth was sucking and pumping with a vengeance. I guess she knew that time was short and if she was going to have any chance of sucking off all three of my friends, she'd have to hurry. 

Jake rewarded Beth's efforts surprisingly quickly. His whole body arched up off the couch while he pumped his load in to Beth's hungry mouth. When she finished, she looked up at him, licked her lips, and said something. You didn't have to be a skilled lip-reader to know that she'd just thanked Jake for cumming in her mouth.

Then she turned her talents to Lucas and Andy. They were easier to get hard. I think watching Beth work on Jake's cock excited them. I know it did me. I had my cock out again and was stroking it vigorously. After Beth finished with Lucas, politely thanking him, too, she began working on Andy's shaft. I realized that I'd need to go pretty soon and I really wanted to cum again. So, while I watched Beth ply her lips on Andy's throbbing cock, I began pounding my own furiously. When Beth brought Andy off deep in her mouth, I shot my second load on the side of the house, under the window. It was an incredibly intense orgasm. I had to fight to keep from roaring out loud.

I was in such a stupor that at first I barely noticed the action in the family room. Well, I guess I should say Beth's action. The guys were spent—their whole bodies as wilted as their cocks. Beth got up and, quite flirtatiously, I think walked to her bathrobe and bent over to pick it up. It wasn't a quick move. She put her legs together and bent from the waist, giving my three friends a very clear view of the wet cunt that they were clearly forever denied. Right now, they were too exhausted and satisfied to have been able to take advantage of anything had she chosen to offer it. But I was thinking that later, when they were replaying this scene in their minds, as I was certain they would do many times, they would think not only about the pleasures she had given them, but those she was denying them. What a way for Beth to keep these other men permanently desirous of her.

Beth didn't put the robe on. Instead, she dragged suggestively behind her as she left the room and went down the hallway to our bedroom.

I realized that I shouldn't dawdle now. I tucked my satisfied cock back in my pants and headed to the car. As I was buying the beer and driving back to the house, I thought about how my friends would act around me when I got there. In fact, they acted surprisingly normal. They even joked about my leaving my beautiful wife with them for the evening—as if joking about it would make it clear that nothing could have possibly happened. I hoped that I was as good at acting my part as they were at theirs.

After they left, I began cleaning up the family room. Beth came out from the bedroom and told me to leave it—that she would clean up in the morning. She said she would rather have me do some work in the bedroom.

I followed Beth back to the bedroom, watching the bottom of her robe swish back and forth as she walked. She pushed me down on the bed. She had no interest in our getting cleaned up and ready for bed. Or, I guess I should say, she had no interest in our getting cleaned up and she was already very much ready for bed. She climbed on top of me and began kissing me passionately. She began working her way down my body, unfastening my pants along the way. Soon she had my cock in her mouth and I was responding quickly despite having spewed my load twice earlier in the evening. Beth can be pretty persuasive with her mouth.

When she had me at full staff, she said, "I want to fuck you!" She threw her robe off and ignored completely the fact that only my cock was exposed. That was all she wanted, anyway. She didn't waste any time impaling herself on my shaft. I couldn't believe how wet she was. She slid over my hard cock with ease. She wasn't only wet, though, she was incredibly hot and tight. Her cunt was swollen and it embraced my cock in a tight, hot, wetness.

I didn't do much. This was Beth's show. She began riding my cock hard. I was enjoying this a lot, but I wasn't working up to an orgasm. Instead, I was just enjoying the feeling of being rigid and reaming Beth's tight twat. She was enjoying it, too. After only a few minutes, she began a long, intense, beautiful orgasm. I loved watching her shudder with pleasure.

Beth collapsed on top of me, limp and exhausted. My cock was neither, so I began moving slowly in and out of her now sopping cunt. She wasn't ready for me to begin fucking her hard again so soon. She pulled off of me and flopped down next to me, leaving me frustrated.

After a few minutes, Beth began stroking my cock, bringing me some relief and fueling hope of more. When she had me beginning a build-up to an orgasm, I began pushing gently on her head, urging her to take me in her mouth and do for me what she seemed to be eager to do for just about every other man in the world.

But she resisted, and I didn't force the issue. Beth brought me off with her hand and then got up and got a rag to clean me off with. Then she got back in bed, kissed me gently—with lips that had, I reflected, sucked off three of my friends twice not too long ago—and rolled over to go to sleep.

I was sexually satisfied, but couldn't sleep right away. I lay there is turmoil. I pondered what sort of relationship I had, and seemed willing to accept, with Beth. She clearly felt differently about me than other men—but in ways it was difficult for me to understand and even more difficult for me to accept. It was confusing. Why did she refuse me—but apparently *only* me—a blowjob to completion. If she liked sucking these other guys off so much, why wouldn't she fuck them. Hell, she wouldn't even let them kiss her or touch her. Those things were only for me.

I went to sleep that night having figured out only that I wasn't going to figure out much. Beth loved me, but for some reason, it was important for her to deny me an intimacy that I clearly wanted. It was also important for her, I guess, to offer that intimacy to every other man she could and to keep this a secret from me.

Why was I apparently accepting it? Well, it was true that Beth was a sexual raptor after she'd sucked off another guy. And I was the beneficiary of that. And, then, I'd also learned over the past few weeks, that I got off watching Beth ply her hobby, even on—maybe especially on—my friends. I didn't like it that she denied me what she freely gave them. But I thought I could live with it. And, maybe in a strange way, that one denial helped to keep a tension in our sex lives that I benefited from.

So, I drifted off, resolved to accept Beth's hobby. I didn't anticipate that it would turn into much more than this. But it did. Over the coming years (no pun intended), I came to be an active, if hidden, partner in Beth's hobby. Though Beth never knew it, I assisted her in finding interesting partners and plenty of opportunities to enjoy them. Over the years, I collected many hours of recordings of Beth with scores of men. And, I made some modifications to the house so I could observe Beth's activities in person. I had a few peepholes strategically placed so I could sneak back into the house and watch Beth drop to her knees to suck off some lucky stiff.




Beth's Hobby



True to her commitments—strange as they might seem to others—Beth never fucked any of these guys. She never kissed them romantically or passionately. She never even let them caress her body. And, Beth and I continued to have a good sex life. She was passionate in her lovemaking with me, even if she consistently denied me the one thing she gave so freely to other men. 

I'm not complaining. I had some of the most intense orgasms of my life watching Beth blow some other dude. Maybe we're both a little weird. But it works for us.