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About five years ago I became a little more than
suspicious of my wife. There were times when I couldn’t seem to get her in
the mood at all and other times when I’d come home from work and she’d
almost rip my clothes off.
So I began to wonder what was turning her on during those occasions when
she seemed to be horniest. I thought it was someone where she worked and
maybe they were having an affair. I did work very long hours in those days
and she was always home hours before me. She had plenty of opportunity.
Then it occurred to me that maybe she was even bringing him home and
fucking him right in our marital bed. At first I chastised myself. Maybe
she is just really turned on by someone at work and can only deal with it
by fantasizing that she is with him when she is really with me. It isn’t
like I haven’t done that. But the feeling that something was going on
would not relent.
Finally, I hatched a plan. I would discretely hide two video cameras
somewhere in the house and see if I could catch what was going on. We have
one older video camera and one new one so I could choose the two most
strategic places to hide them in the house. The newest camera I hid in the
bedroom on top of the dresser mirror. I made certain that it was pointing
straight down on the bed. The bedroom was of course the most logical
place. Deciding on a place for the other camera would take some thought.
Finally, I chose to hide this one in the kitchen. Our kitchen is
completely open to the den on one end so if I placed the camera correctly,
I could catch both rooms and have a great view of the sofa where she might
be fucking someone new. I chose to hide this camera on the counter behind
the toaster and some cooking crocks.
Everyday, I would drive home about 30 minutes before she arrived home from
work and switched the cameras on. Every night, after she went to sleep, I
would check them and find nothing on them except for her bumping around
the house. A couple of times I caught her in one of her bathing suits so I
knew she had been out in the pool. It was June and very hot and humid. I
actually thought about moving the kitchen camera outside to face the pool
and then decided against it.
About two weeks after starting my voyeuristic endeavor, I came home and
Anne was very horny. She rode me like she hadn’t had sex with me in 20
years. When I was checking and the bedroom camera, I found the usual
nothing but suddenly I saw something very interesting on the kitchen cam.
At first, I was just looking at the side of the fridge and the den off in
the distance but I could hear voices and one of them was male. The voices
were getting louder and then suddenly she walked into the kitchen past the
camera. She was wearing her skin-tight white bikini and she was wet like
she’d been in the pool. All accept her hair. She never actually swims in
the pool and never puts her head under the water.
She rarely ever wears this particular bikini and just looking at her in it
made my cock stir in my pants. My wife is a rare beauty. Five years
younger than me, five foot five inches tall, brown hair and eyes, flat
belly, firm little tits and a killer ass. I found myself actually hoping
that I was going to see her fucking someone else. The thought of watching
her scream on another guy’s cock was sending all of my blood right to my
nether regions. What I was about to see was more than I ever dared to
dream.
As she walked into the kitchen, she was drying herself with a towel. She
approached the rectangular, wooden, empty kitchen table and she laid the
towel out on the tabletop. Then turned to face someone entering the room
right behind her. At first I didn’t recognize him from the back of his
head but when he approached her, she turned her profile to the camera and
since he obviously wanted to face her, he did too. I couldn’t believe what
I was seeing. We have married friends who are about 12 years older than
us. I worked with the husband some years ago and that is how we all met.
They have a son named Tom who was 9 when we met them but had just turned
18. Tom and my wife Anne have always been close. He even referred to her
as aunt Anne even though they are not related. He had just graduated from
high school a month prior and it was him who now stood before my nearly
naked wife!
On this camera, I really couldn’t hear the playback very well. I hurriedly
hooked the camera to the TV in the den and rewound the tape to the part
where they entered the kitchen so I could hear what they were saying. As I
listened, I began to realize that I was witnessing a first time. She had
not cheated on me before and she was reluctant to cross that line even
now. He was coaxing her but she was resisting. She was making light of his
advances but she was resisting by trying not to take him seriously.
“Come on Anne,” Tom was saying in an almost whining tone, “No one will
ever know.”
“No Tom,” Anne said with a shy giggle, “I’m married and you’re like…
what…twelve years younger than me?” I noticed her face flush when she
answered him. I knew that look on her face too. She was not all that
opposed to the idea of fucking him and was wrestling with her inner
demons. Who could blame her? Tom was slightly over six feet tall with a
very athletic build. He had sandy blonde hair and sky blue eyes that
sparkle when he laughs. Add to the fact that he was wearing a blue pair of
athletic shorts and a red muscle shirt that showed a few light brown chest
hairs and I was surprised she was putting up any fight at all. He reached
out to grab her but she wriggled away, turning her back to him but facing
the camera in the process. “You really need to stop this,” she said, with
a shy giggle again.
“Why?” Tom asked her again teasingly. Then I saw him put his right hand on
her ass. She quickly turned back to face him pushing the arm away in the
process.
“I already told you why Tom,” she answered with a bit of firmness in her
voice. He responded by smiling and pulling his muscle shirt over his head.
Anne’s eyes had been locked on his but when his shirt was being pulled
over his face, I saw her eyes flit down his body and back up again for a
second. I also notice her gaze linger a bit on the growing bulge in the
front of his shorts.
“Do you still say ‘no’”, Tom asked as he tossed his shirt to the side and
turned his bare chest to her. Her face was bright red with embarrassment
but she was grinning and her eyes were shinning in the way they always do
when she is turned on. When she didn’t answer him, I knew her resistance
was wearing down and she was beginning to contemplate getting away with
it. She stared at the muscles in his young teenage chest. Then at his
round and muscular shoulders that curved up into a thick muscular neck.
His abdominal muscles are ripped and there was a thin line of light brown
hair protruding from the tops of his shorts to his navel. For a few
seconds she was bashfully taking it all in.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said when she finally spoke again.
“What’s that?” Tom asked, a little surprised himself.
“If you promise and I mean promise never to tell anyone…,” Anne’s voice
trailed off as she was having second thoughts.
“What’s the rest of the deal?” Tom asked anxiously. She looked at the
floor for a second as if to build up some much needed courage to cross the
line she was so desperately trying to hold a few seconds before.
“If you promise never, ever to tell anyone…. I’ll… give you oral,” she
finally answered. Satisfied to take what he could get and obviously not
wanting to give her any time to change her mind, Tom hooked his thumbs
into the elastic top of his shorts and jerked them all the way down.
He had on no underwear and his cock immediately sprang out. I almost
choked. It was long, thick and super hard! Its tip was glistening with the
precum that drenched it. When it sprang free, the tip of it poked right
into the front of Anne’s bikini bottoms. She let out a little squeal of
surprise and her eyes were almost popping out of her face when she looked
at the large appendage poking her in the crotch. She immediately wrapped
her fingers around it and dropped to her knees.
As I watched my wife’s beautiful mouth begin to lick the tip of the dick
of my friend’s teenage son, I found myself squeezing my own dick through
my shorts. When I became conscious of it, I removed them and sat in front
of the TV butt naked with my hand slowly stroking my ever-hardening cock.
As Anne ran her tongue along the underside of Tom’s cock, she gazed
upwards into his eyes as if needing assurance that what she was doing was
satisfying to him. He only responded with some sharp intakes of breath as
he gently stroked her hair with one hand. Then suddenly she slid the
entire thing in her mouth, tip first. Her cheeks imploded as her lips
sealed tight around his shaft and then, as he moaned in ecstasy, she began
to slide him in and out past her lips.
While Anne was absorbed, so to speak, in the task that she was so expertly
performing, Tom bent over her head and began to untie her bikini top. Anne
suddenly stopped and said no. When he persisted, she looked squarely into
his face and said firmly, “Look Tom, this is more than I should be doing.
You need to stop now or we are finished here.”
“I just want to cum on your tits,” Tom said in an almost pleading tone.
They stared at each other for a minute, Tom gently flapping his cock with
one hand in front of her face. A bit angrily she finally spoke, “Okay. But
this is it! Don’t ask me for anymore! If your parents or my husband were
to find out… it would be bad.”
“Don’t worry, I told you no one would ever know and I meant that,” Tom
begged in reply. Anne reached behind her back, untied the bikini top and
unceremoniously tossed it to the kitchen floor. Then she promptly put his
cock back in her mouth and began to suck and stroke it at the same time.
It didn’t take very long before I watched Tom’s cock being pulled from her
lips and the first shots of white sperm hitting her in the chin, neck and
chest. Anne was on the floor on her knees. Her legs were spread wide apart
and she was leaning back to let him take aim at her chest. Tom was fisting
his cock for all it was worth and I have never seen so much cum. His cum
shots were hitting her with so much force, they were actually splattering
off of her in all directions. After he shot out about a dozen squirts he
was finally spent and Anne was covered in white stripes from her chin to
her bikini bottoms. There were even pearly looking drops of sperm in her
hair over her forehead and around her ears.
Anne looked down at her soaked body and then back up at Tom. She was
crinkling her nose in mock disgust and saying, “Ewe, yuck!” Then, smiling,
she looked squarely at his cock, which remained rock hard even after all,
that cum. “You mean that thing is still not satisfied?” She asked
teasingly.
“It would be if it could fuck you,” Tom answered with hope in his voice.
She stood up, turned away from him, grabbed the towel and began wiping the
cum from her body. “You know we can’t do that,” she said with authority.
“Why not?” He said with a whine again.
“Because, it would be going too far. We already did more than we should
and I feel guilty as hell about that,” she answered honestly as she
continued to wipe herself with her back to him.
As she rubbed a shoulder with the towel, Tom moved up behind her and
wrapped his strong arms around her. As he did, he let the palm of one hand
rub her belly and then sink into her bikini bottoms. I could tell he was
fingering her click. For a second, I saw Anne close her eyes and her
breath became labored. I knew she was enjoying it. Then she tensed and
tried to turn to face him. The word “Stop” began to emerge from her lips
but he smoother it but putting his mouth squarely on hers. She didn’t pull
away! I watched her tension slowly melt away as she returned the
passionate kiss and I could see their tongues tasting each other when they
would pull away and readjust their lips.
As they continued to kiss passionately over her shoulder, his big hard
dick was smashed between his stomach and her ass and his hand was routing
around even deeper into her bikini bottoms. As she relaxed, she parted her
thighs a bit for him and I could soon tell that he had a finger worked up
inside of her. Under her bikini, I could see his hand moving up and down
as he slid his finger in and out of her pussy. Her breathing was now
morphing into light moans and it was apparently becoming harder for her to
breath.
Finally, while still locked in the kiss, Anne reached down and untied the
bikini bottoms. First one side, then the other and let them fall to the
floor. He was frigging her and now I could see her wiry brown pubes
brushing the palm of his hand as his finger continued to work her into a
frenzy. I could hear her pussy going “slurp, slurp, slurp” as his finger
went in and out. Suddenly she stopped his hand, pushed his arm away and
turned to face him with the most satisfied smile I’d ever seen her wear.
They embraced and kissed some more, smashing their noses together in the
process. Anne reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock in her
fist as they kissed.
As they kissed, Anne stroked his cock up and down between their pressed
bodies and she slowly backed towards the table until her ass cheeks were
pressed on the edge of its top. Then she broke the kiss and slid up onto
the table spreading her legs wide for him at the same time. His cock
pointed right at her pussy and his eyes just drank in the beautiful sight
of her pink, moist petals framed in her thick brown pubes. Anne reached
out and grabbed his cock and drew it to her pussy.
“I want to eat you first!” Tom yelled in surprise. Anne just grinned at
him deviously and shook her head from side to side.
“Oh, no,” she said, “I want you inside me now!” And with that, she used
her left hand to reach over top of her pubes and spread her pussy lips
while her right hand guided the tip of his cock between them.
I couldn’t believe my luck. My wife was cheating on me with my best
friend’s teenage son. A boy who was ring bearer at our wedding when he was
only 12 and I had positioned the camera at the best possible place to
catch all of the action. As Tom’s 18-year-old cock slowly disappeared into
the pussy of my 30-year-old wife, I had the perfect view of her pussy lips
wrapping themselves around his shaft and lathering up his pole with her
thick white juices!
Once Tom’s cock was properly aligned with Anne’s tight tunnel, she was
content for a minute to watch his big dick disappear into her body between
her pink outer petals. When they were completely merged, his balls resting
on her ass cheeks, their inner thighs touching and their pubes one big
nest of hair, Anne leaned back on the table and spread her legs wide.
Tom leaned over her and grabbed the edge of the table with each hand on
either side of her. Anne gazed into his eyes with both love and lust as he
made ready to fuck her like she was so wanting him to do. Slowly he began
to draw his cock in and out of her and with each stroke her breathing
became heavier. Her eyes glazed over and her stomach muscles contracted
with each stroke and I knew she was going to orgasm soon. She began to
moan as he began to thrust harder and soon she was just outright screaming
with each thrust.
“Pound me!” I heard her scream.
“What?” Tom said as if snapping out of a trance as he was so concentrated
on his work.
“Pound my pussy!” She yelled at him again. “Pound it hard!… Yes… Like
that… Fuck me Tom!”
In all the years we’d been together, I’d never heard her talk like that.
It excited me beyond belief. Obviously it excited Tom too. He was about to
pull out and cum but Anne locked her legs around him, drew him deep inside
of her and held him there.
“Aunt Anne, I’m going to cum!” He shouted in alarm. She didn’t respond to
him because she was lost in her building orgasm. She kept him locked into
her and as his rigid cock began to pulsate with the first shots of cum
being released into her womb, she contracted her stomach muscles, clamped
down hard on his cock and came with an elongated scream at the tops of her
lungs. Her orgasm even continued long after he was spent. Then finally,
breathlessly she relaxed her muscles and released him.
Tom pulled out with a plop and his cum immediately ran out of her pussy
and onto the floor. Still panting, she stood up and grabbed the towel
she’d used at the pool and mopped up the floor. Then she began holding the
towel under her pussy as she stood to catch any residual sperm that ran
back out of her.
“Aunt Anne, I came inside of you,” Tom said with sincere concern.
“I think you can stop calling me that now,” she said, “It seems a little
weird now and I’m not really your aunt.”
“Sorry, I guess I forgot in all the excitement,” Tom said exasperated.
“But what if you get pregnant?”
“Not going to happen bud,” Anne replied with a chuckle, “I swallow a
little precaution everyday.”
“Oh,” is all he could muster with a smile in reply. They were both still
panting heavily.
When she was satisfied that she had caught all of his sperm in the towel,
she placed it back on the table and touched Tom’s half limp dick with her
hand. Immediately it grew hard again.
“You’re kidding me,” she said with a half laugh, half squeal. “You’re like
the energizer bunny!” Tom laughed a bit in reply.
Anne grabbed the kitchen chair and pulled it out to the floor. It was
turned so that the view I had from the camera was mostly behind and a
little to the side of the chair. Anne made Tom sit in the chair and I saw
mostly his back and a little bit of his profile. I could see most of his
large member poking up over his left thigh.
Tom seemed a little confused when made to sit in the chair but as Anne
straddled him, he began to understand what was happening next. While
standing and facing Tom, Anne placed one foot along each side of the chair
so that her crotch was opened directly above his. She grabbed his cock and
slowly sat down on it as her hand guided him into her waiting gash. From
my angle, I could see the upper part of his cock disappear into the center
of her furry brown triangle until there was nothing of it left as if her
pussy was swallowing him whole. Then it reappeared as she slowly moved up
on him again. Then it slowly disappeared. Soon she sat all the way down on
his lap and they embraced and kissed deeply once more as their groins
began to grind together in rhythm.
Soon Anne was rocking hard on the Tom’s lap and her breath was hard and
ragged again. The kitchen chair was taking such a beating that one of the
lower supports fell off of the leg. To this day, I still have not fixed
that chair! They never noticed and never stopped. Soon she was screaming
again and she came as hard as she had the first time. Tom was slamming his
hips upwards into her and I could hear him groan and grunt as he shot his
another load of hot sperm into my wife.
Once they finished, Anne stood pulling his cock out of her and his sperm
ran out in a gush all over his lap and the chair. Again, with the towel,
Anne mopped up and held the towel under her pussy. Suddenly she noticed
the clock and made an announcement about me being home soon. Tom cursed a
little and jumped up to throw his clothes on. Anne grabbed her bikini tops
and bottoms and draped the towel over her shoulder.
“I have to go jump in the shower,” she said to Tom.
“I’d love to jump in there with you,” he replied.
“I know,” she cooed at him. “But you really need to get going. And don’t
forget. Please never tell anyone.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I never will. I promise. Besides, I’m hoping we
can do this some more.”
“We’ll see,” she said with a noncommittal tone.
They kissed again like the lovers they now were and then he left the
kitchen and she raced the other way with her clothes in hand. A few
seconds later I heard the front door shut and then a car engine started. A
few seconds after that, I heard the shower running. Then I ran out of
tape.
I don’t know if my wife ever met with Tom again. I always imagined they
did. I never confronted her with the tape or even let on that I knew.
After college, Tom moved to Florida and we rarely ever see him unless he
is home for a holiday. A couple of times when our families were all
together I caught them sharing a secret knowing glance at one another and
I chuckled to myself. I never again set up the cameras but I never
destroyed the tape either. I find it too erotic to destroy and I sometimes
pull it out for my own enjoyment when no one else is home.
I hear Tom is getting married this coming December. I hope his new bride
appreciates the carnal lessons taught to him by my loving bride. I wonder
if he’ll close his eyes while his dick is buried in his new wife and
fantasize about doing it with his good old aunt Anne? For me, I learned
the thrill of watching another guy pleasing my wife and I have never had a
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