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About five years ago, Sam became a little curious. There were times when his
wife Cathy didn't seem to be very interested in sex. And then there were other
times when she obviously wanted to be fucked hard and long. He began to wonder
what was turning her off, but he was especially interested in what was turning
her on. Sam worked long hours and traveled a lot, so his wife spent at lot of
time alone at home. She had plenty of opportunity. Perhaps she was having an
affair.
Actually, Sam found the thought of her with another man to be strangely
interesting. Sam loved her deeply, and the last thing he wanted was for her to
fall in love with someone else. But the simple thought of her having sex with a
stranger, of her just wanting to be fucked by another man, aroused him. He
imagined how it might happen; in fact, he thought about how he might arrange it
to happen. He could help find a young stud, introduce the two of them, and then
step aside to watch the action. That might be fun, but probably not as exciting
as it would be if he could watch her fuck someone else from behind a curtain or
on a video.
As the months went by he fantasized about it. It made him hard, rock hard, when
he visualized her flirting with a guy, maybe a repairman or the gardener. She
would be wearing something tight and revealing, something that shows her round,
soft breasts and the hardness of her nipples, her beautiful round ass, and
tight, pouting little belly. As the handyman worked around the house, she would
make herself subtly noticeable, straightening a bookshelf or putting flowers in
a vase, reaching up and bending over. She might offer him something to drink, or
ask him a question about his job while giving him a good look at her. A soft
hand on his arm, or brushing by him in the hallway, would start to bring his
cock to life.
Sam could imagine her resisting the guy's initial advances. She would protest,
telling him how it would be wrong, and how they might get caught. The young man
would touch her waist, pulling her to him and giving her a sense of his strength
and determination. Her heart would beat faster, and her pussy would moisten, as
she imagines the power of his cock pumping her. Sam could close his eyes and see
her finally giving in a little, moving her hand over the hardness in his jeans,
slipping his zipper down, reaching in with her hand, and firmly wrapping it
around the man's large cock. She strokes it up and down, watching her own hand
do its job. She does it for his pleasure, and her own.
Sam stroked his own thick cock when he had these dirty daydreams. Sometimes,
when he conjured up a realistic scene, he would shoot a huge load across the
room. But this only made him more intent on seeing the real thing, watching his
wife enjoy a hard fuck by a stranger-stud.
Although he talked about it with his wife while they fucked, she didn't respond
much, probably thinking it was just hot talk. He sensed that it turned her on
sometimes, but she never really agreed to do anything and she never said
anything to encourage him in his fantasy.
It might have been his vivid imagination that convinced him she was fucking one
of the handymen that worked at the house. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
Whatever it was, he was sure that she was doing someone at home, when he was at
work. He figured it would be easy to set up a few small video cameras to catch
the action. He decided that he would wire them to 2 motion-detecting video
recorders in the basement AV closet. The bedroom was of course the most logical
place, so he wired that room first. He set up 2 miniature cameras set up to
catch it all. He also chose the family room to set up 2 more cameras, one on the
counter behind the refridgerator, and one on the mantle over the fireplace.
Everyday, before he went to work, he switched the cameras on. Every night, after
she went to sleep, he would check the recorder. For the first two weeks, there
was nothing remarkable on the tapes. The gardener mowed once a week, but he
didn't catch them together. He actually thought about moving one of the cameras
outside overlooking the backyard deck, which is very private and has two or
three lounge chairs. But he decided against it; she wasn't likely to suck his
dick in the backyard.
Then Sam came home one day to find Cathy in heat. That night she sucked his cock
and rode him like a nasty slut. Thinking she had been motivated by something
earlier in the day, he took the tape to work the next day to check it. He didn't
find anything interesting on the bedroom camera.
But the action in the kitchen was a different story. Although the view from the
camera over the fridge showed nothing, he could hear voices in the background,
and one of them was male. The voices were getting louder and then Sam saw her
walk into view on the fireplace camera. She was wearing a pair of tight black
shorts, which he'd never seen before, and a little white t-shirt that stretched
tightly across her breasts. And that's all, except for some black high-heels, an
odd choice for the middle of the day. She obviously was not wearing a bra, and
her hard nipples pointed through the thin cotton of her shirt. Her little
shoulders and arms accentuated her chest, and Sam could already feel his cock
stirring.
She never wore an outfit like this in the daytime, Sam thought; it was even
difficult for him to get Cathy to dress like this for him in the privacy of
their bedroom. Cathy was hot, and this was the look that Sam married her for.
Six years younger than him, five foot five inches tall, brown hair and eyes,
flat belly, firm little tits and a truly fuckable ass. He thought this was too
good to be true, and found himself anticipating this real life enactment of his
private fantasy. The thought of watching her work over another guy's cock was
stretching his own to new heights.
She walked into the kitchen, turned around, and leaned back against the counter.
She turned to face someone entering the room right behind her. At first Sam
didn't recognize him from the back of his head but when he approached her, he
turned and faced the camera.
Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was Brian, a carpenter that had
helped them with several jobs over the last few years - new cabinets, finishing
the basement, and a lot of simple painting. Sam hadn't seen or talked to him for
over a year. He was around 23 or 24, well over 6 feet tall, and obviously in
great shape. He had taken his shirt off, and his muscular chest was smooth, tan,
and slick with sweat. His jean shorts hung low, and seemed to be held up by a
large and growing shape behind his zipper.
On this camera, he really couldn't hear the playback very well. Sam hurriedly
got up and locked his office door so he wouldn't be discovered by anybody
watching his wife get fucked. He rewound the tape a little, and turned up the
volume. As he listened, he began to realize that he was witnessing a first time
encounter between Cathy and the young Brian. Perhaps she had not cheated on Sam
before, and maybe she didn't really want to now. But Brian was smooth, and his
smile was clearly melting her resistance.
Sam heard her say "Come on, Cathy," Brian was saying, "No one will ever know."
"No Brian," she said with a shy giggle, "I'm married and you're so young." But
her voice was a bit flirty, and there was a sly smile on her face. Sam knew her
well enough to know that she was trying to make Brian work a little for what she
was eventually going to give him anyway.
Cathy's eyes moved between Brian's and his muscled body. As she leaned back
against the counter, she thrust her chest and taught nipples at him. She laid
her boney shoulders and thin arms laid back submissively. He reached out to grab
her by the waist, but she twisted away, turning her back to him. He pinned her
lightly against the counter, and the erection in his shorts pushed into her
panties. "We shouldn't be doing this," she said, but she could feel his
excitement.
"Why shouldn't we?" Brian asked her again teasingly. Then Brian put his right
hand on her shoulder and turned Cathy around to face him. She had her hands on
his waist now, and her thumbs were playfully hooked into his belt loops. "I
already told you," she answered with a playful firmness in her voice. His huge
hands moved quickly down her sides to her tiny waist, and then he moved his
right hand up. As he lightly circled her nipple with his thumb, she closed her
eyes and seemed to push back into him.
"Do you still say 'no'", Brian said. When she didn't answer him, Sam knew her
resistance was wearing down and she had decided to fuck the young man. She
stared at his chest, and at his round and muscular shoulders that curved up into
a thick neck. A thin line of light brown hair protruded from the top of his
shorts to his navel. For a few seconds she was bashfully taking it all in.
Her face was bright red, and her lips were moist and swollen. She moved her
hands up to his chest as if to push him away, but they when she felt his
enormous pectorals she was his. Her hands stroked his chest, and she began to
teasingly flick his nipples. Sam knew that she liked men's chests, as much as
they liked hers, and a moment later she lowered her head and began sucking
hungrily on his nipple like a baby. By this time Sam had his own cock in his
hand, and was stroking it while he watched his wife submit to the young stud.
Brian enjoyed her soft warm mouth on his nipple, but he really wanted her to
suck something else. He began to push her to her knees, putting his hand on her
shoulders and sending her down. She pushed back a little, not enough to matter,
but just enough to make them both feel like he was in charge and she was doing
what he wanted her to do. When she arrived at cock level, she obediently
unbuttoned his fly, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out into full view.
It was larger than any cock she had ever seen or sucked, and certainly was
larger than any cock that had ever penetrated her pussy. Her hand couldn't fully
encircle it's girth, but she knew what to do. She stroked his cock like an
expert, like a slut who knew what she was good at and what purpose she served.
Cathy liked to use her hand with a man. It gave her a feeling of control, like
an artist with an instrument. She stroked him slowly and evenly, and she looked
up at him as if to taunt him with the control she exercised. Her red lips
hovered over the head of Brian's cock, teasing him with the anticipation of her
warm, moist mouth. Finally, she began to suck his cock. Not deeply at first, and
not too eagerly. Most men liked to feel the excitement of the conquest, and
Cathy let him have that feeling of dominance. But after a few seconds of slight
resistance, she took him down her throat. She sucked his cock with enthusiasm,
giving his the perfect combination of rhythm and sensation, making a cunt with
her mouth.
Cathy had sucked Sam's cock before, dozens of times, but she never sucked him
like this. It was had to tell which one of the, Brian or Cathy, was enjoying it
more. Sam's hand was working his own cock hard and fast, and he spurted all over
himself. Cathy had pushed Brian's shorts to the ground, and with one hand she
stroked him and with the other she cupped his huge balls. She played with them
carefully, rolling them around in her palm like two eggs.
As Sam watched his wife's luscious mouth engulf this young man's cock, he saw a
side of her that he hadn't seen before. He saw a sexual animal, one that wasn't
submitting to sex simply because it was here wifely duty. She was doing this
because she was driven to do it by her own erotic needs; and this was incredibly
arousing to Sam. Already his cock had come back to life, and was hard as
granite.
While Cathy was doing her job, so to speak, Brian reached over her head and
began to pull off her t-shirt. She suddenly stopped and pulled away. When he
persisted, she said firmly, "Stop that Brian, I can't do any more. We could get
caught." "I just want to cum on your tits," Brian said in an almost pleading
tone. They stared at each other for a moment, then Brian began to gently rub his
cock across her lips. With some annoyance, probably fake thought Sam, she
finally spoke, "Okay. But this is it! Don't ask me for anymore! If my husband
were to find out... well, I don't want him to know about this." "Don't worry, I
won't tell anyone if you don't" Brian offered.
Cathy took off her top and, and with a coy smile tossed it to the
kitchen floor. Then she put his cock back in her mouth and began to suck and
stroke it with a renewed purpose.
In a minute or two Cathy could feel the cum in Brian's balls begin to erupt. He
pulled his cock out of her mouth, and took over the stroking with his own hand.
Cathy was on the floor on her knees. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she
was rubbing her clit furiously. She leaned back to let him take aim at her
chest, and he gave her a gusher that washed over her face, her neck, and her
tits. The hot globules were hitting her with so much force that they were
splattered in all directions. After he shot out about a dozen squirts he was
finally spent and Cathy was covered in white stripes from her chin to her belly.
The pearly drops of sperm were even in her hair and around her ears.
Cathy looked down at her soaked body and then back up at Brian. She smeared some
of the larger pools with her middle finger, and then licked it like it was cake
frosting. Smiling, she took his still hard cock in her hand again, and said "You
mean that thing is still not satisfied?"
"It would be if it could fuck you," Brian answered.
She stood up, turned away from him, grabbed the towel and began wiping the cum
from her body. "We can't do that," she said with authority. "Why not?" he asked.
But he knew he was going to fuck her. "Because, it would be going too far. We
already did more than we should," she answered honestly as she continued to wipe
herself with her back to him. Her husband knew she wanted to fuck this kid, and
he knew she would. He knew that Cathy wouldn't be satisfied until she had his
cock and his cum in all her holes.
As she rubbed a shoulder with the towel, Brian 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 panties. Sam could tell he was fingering her clit. For a
second, he saw Cathy close her eyes and her breath became labored. 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 smothered it but putting his mouth squarely
on hers. She didn't pull away! He watched her tension slowly melt away as she
returned the passionate kiss and he could see their tongues tasting each other
when they would pull away and readjust their lips. He tasted his own cum in her
mouth, and his cock grew even bigger than before.
As they continued to kiss passionately over her shoulder, his big hard dick was
smashed between them, and his hand was probing deeper into her panties. As she
relaxed, she parted her thighs a bit for him and he worked his finger up inside
of her. Under her panties, Sam could see Brian's big hand moving up and down as
he slid his meaty finger in and out of his wife's 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, Cathy reached down and slid off her
panties and let them fall to the floor. Brian felt her smooth pussy lips under
the palm of his hand as his finger continued to work her into a frenzy. He could
hear the "slurp, slurp, slurp" as his finger went in and out. Sam was jacking
off again, but he wasn't sure if he had anything left to deliver.
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. Cathy reached between their
bodies and grabbed his cock in her fist. As they kissed, Cathy 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. She said, "OK, boy, give me all your cock, right here",
and she put two fingers in a V, slightly parting her shaved, wet pussy for his
target. When Brian stepped forward, grabbed his cock and drew it to her pussy.
Sam came again, and he shot his load 3 feet into the air. It landed on his own
belly and splattered like a glob of hot lava.
"I want to eat you first!" Brian yelled in surprise. Cathy just grinned at him
deviously and shook her head from side to side. "Oh, no," she said, "I want you
inside me now!" Same couldn't believe his eyes. His wife was fucking this young,
hard stud, and she was all he could handle. Brian's 24-year-old cock slowly
disappeared into the pussy of Sam's wife, and she was taking every inch of it
with pure pleasure.
For a moment, she was content 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, Cathy leaned back on the
table and spread her legs wide.
Brian leaned over her and grabbed the edge of the table with each hand on either
side of her. Cathy gazed into his eyes with lust as he made ready to fuck her.
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 he 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. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard!" She yelled at him
again. "Yes!... Like that... Fuck me Brian!"
Sam had never heard her talk like that. Sometimes she said the words, but not
like that, not like she really meant it. And it excited Sam beyond belief.
Obviously it excited Brian too. He was about to pull out and cum on her again,
but she locked her legs around him, drew him deep inside of her and held him
there. Brian shouted "I'm going to cum, Cathy!" but she he didn't respond
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
inside her. She contracted her stomach muscles, clamped down hard on his cock
and came hard and long. Her orgasm continued long after his, but finally,
breathlessly, she relaxed her muscles and released him.
Brian pulled out, but his young cock was covered with cum and still semi-hard.
He seemed a little confused when she told him to sit in the chair, but when she
turned her back to him and threw her leg over to straddle him, he began to
understand what was happening. Cathy placed one foot along each side of the
chair, reached around to grab his cock, and slowly, very slowly, guided him into
her hole. From Sam's angle, he couldn't exactly see where Brian's big cock went.
It reappeared momentarily, and when Cathy adjusted her angle her could see her
taking Brian up her ass. He held perfectly still as she slowly moved up and down
on him, but after a few of her strokes he began to pump back. When he did, Cathy
said "Oh yeah, fuck me in the ass, baby. Stick your big cock in my ass." Her
voice was low and faint, and she knew she was doing something really dirty.
Sam didn't believe it. He had tried to get Cathy to do this for years, but she
simply wouldn't take it that way. She always said that he was too big for her,
but Brian's cock was much larger than Sam's. But he knew what he was going to do
to her that night when he got home.
Cathy was rocking hard on the Brian's lap and her breath was hard and ragged
again! She kept was telling him to fuck her, to come in her asshole. He was
reaching around, pinching her nipples when he came again. As he did, she came
hard too, and Sam could see her juices run down his leg. Brian was slamming his
hips upwards into her, and Sam heard him let out a low grown as he shot his load
of hot sperm into his wife's ass.
Once they finished, Cathy stood up, carefully pulling his cock out of her. His
sperm ran out in a gush all over his lap and the chair. As Cathy mopped it up
with a kitchen towel, she noticed the clock and made an announcement about
somewhere she had to be. "I have to go jump in the shower," she said to Brian.
"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. I'm hoping we can do this some
more."
"We'll see," she said with a noncommittal tone.
They kissed again, but it looked to Sam like there wasn't much feeling in it.
Brian walked into the laundry room out of view of the camera, and Cathy raced
the other way with her clothes in hand. A few seconds later Sam heard the back
door shut and then a car engine started. Then the tape ran out.
