Webcam Discovery
written by:
Norbert

It started off as a normal day except my ‘To Do' list had been exceptionally short and soon I was left with wandering my house looking for something to do. Having been a victim of the downturn, my days had been consisting of looking for a new job, vocation or career - whatever you wanted to call it. Things between my wife, Martha, and I had become strained and our sex life had been put on ‘hold' - as she called it - until something developed. Deep down, however, I knew there was something else going on.

I sat back down at my computer, hoping to get some replies to resumes sent out. There were none. As I went through the many penis enlargement ads, I came across an email for a free camera sight. I was about to blow it off and delete it but something stopped me. Like a kid about to delve into the cookie jar, I looked over my shoulders just in case. I looked at my watch, 10AM and my wife wouldn't be home till 7PM. I clicked on the sight.

Reams of webcam listings popped up, listing regions and states and even countries. I checked out a few from other countries and thought it was a rather dumb waste of time. I was about to shut it down when a banner opened in the bottom corner advertising local cams. Oh, what the hell, I thought, and I clicked it.

There were fewer images on the screen, and they were larger. I was able to get a good look at some of the ladies and girls. Some were average and plain, some were less than average, some were stunning and as I absently scrolled through the pages, one popped out and I found myself drawn to it immediately. The woman, listing herself as Kandi, had a magnificent shape - nice round breasts with perfect dollar sized areoles, hard nipples, but she was wearing a mask of sorts that covered half her face. What I found intriguing however, was that the room looked familiar - as though I had seen it before. Before I really knew what I was doing, I clicked on the window. I went through the charade of registering and pulled out my credit card. In for a penny, I thought. The screen flickered and I heard the speakers crackle as the connection was made, and there she was, in front of me.

"Hi lover." Came her sultry voice. "Turn on your cam so I can see you."

"I can't at the moment, there's a problem with the lens." It was a half-truth. There was a cover on my webcam that I hadn't removed.

"Awww." She pouted. "You get to see me, and I don't get to see you?" She was brushing her fingers over her nipples. "That's not fair now, is it?"

"Is that going to be a problem?" I chuckled. I found myself getting hard.

"No, but I like to see cock." She was good. She had me fumbling trying to get my pants undone. "I like to see it shoot cum just for me." She began to pinch and pull her nipples now and I started to stroke my cock.

"What do you want to see, lover?" she asked, leaning into the camera.

"Show me your pussy." I tested.

"Oooh, you go right for it, don't you?" she cooed. I liked that.

Kandi pushed her chair back and, propping her legs up on the desk, taunted me.

"How badly do you want to see my pussy, baby?" She was waving her knees back and forth, keeping them closed.

"Badly." My cock was rock hard now.

"OK," she teased. And she let her legs fall open. "Like what you see?" Her pussy was open to my eyes. Completely bald, lips open, I was even sure I could see the moisture on her thighs.

"Touch your clit." My voice was hoarse, ragged with lust.

As Kandi complied, I heard a sharp intake of breath and watched as she zoomed the camera in on her pussy. Her fingers slit over her clit and down, pushing the lips out of the way and I watched the flesh flow in front of her fingers, molding to her touch. I could see her juices glisten and transfer from her pussy to her hand.

"What do you taste like?" I hissed. I heard a chuckle and watched as the camera stayed on her fingers, all the way to her pouty red lips. They parted, showing perfect teeth and then her tongue lazily appeared and began to lick her fingers.

"Mmmmm, I taste divine." She was really enjoying herself. "Too bad you couldn't be here, lover. I love to have my pussy licked then you could taste me yourself."

"What's your address?" I chuckled again. "I'll make you very happy. I love licking pussy."

"That's not part of the deal lover." She began to zoom out again. She went a little too far and I got the image of a small woman in a big room. It was a big room with lots of shelves and lots of trinkets. Again, I was haunted with the thought I had been there before. Suddenly, there it was - the tell-tale sign - a football sitting on a tee. It had been a game ball from Michigan State. I had held it in my hands many times before. It belonged to a colleague from years gone by, Mark. We had all admired his wife as she was a stunning, classy lady. A gorgeous face, a beautiful body, it seemed Jane had it all. Mark never seemed to realize what he had, and if he did know, he didn't care. The last time I had seen him, he had been with another woman.

"Jane's a sexless cow." He had said. "She's a frigid bitch who wouldn't know what to do with a cock even if she wanted one." She had, unfairly, become the brunt of office jokes.

Part of me had always felt a little sorry for her, having her life reduced to crass water-cooler jokes to finally having it come down to this, but another part of my brain wanted to see how far she would go."

"Kandi," I asked, "I want to see you cum for me."

"Oh, lover," she purred, "I thought you'd never ask." With that, she began to zoom the camera in again. This time, not too far so I could see all of her and still get a wonderful view of her pussy. "You want me to use a toy? I have some nice ones." She held up an assortment of dildos.

"Use your fingers." I hissed. "I want to see you finger yourself till you cum for me."

Kandi adjusted herself in her chair and began to lazily stroke her pussy, telling me how wet it was and how good it felt. I watched as she used one hand to separate her lips and the other to touch inside herself and stroke her pussy and clit.

I could hear the wet slurpy sounds of her fingers working herself, listening to her sighs and moans. Jane - or Kandi to the rest of the men, was definitely not frigid.

"I wish it was your cock in me, lover." She hissed as I watched her shove two digits inside her pussy. "I really want a cock." Her eyes were closed and her pelvis was thrusting against her fingers.

I made an executive decision and pulled open the lens shield for my camera and there I was plastered all over her monitor screen.

"Do you really want my cock?" I asked. I was so hard and so close to exploding.

"Ooohhhhh yessssssss." She hissed. "I wish you were here."

"What would you do to eight inches of hard, hot cock?" I asked. I was excited and wanted to cum, but I wanted to time this perfectly as well....If I could time it right.

"I'd suck you until I could swallow your cum." She was really working herself now. "You could use me whatever way you wanted so long as I could feel you in my cunt - stretching it - fucking me."

"Could I fuck your ass?" I knew I was pushing it but I didn't care. I was surprised that it was like throwing a switch and Jane/Kandi went wild when I mentioned anal sex.

"Oh, fuck yessssssssss" she was almost wailing now. "I love getting fucked in the ass." I reached up and popped the cover off my webcam - preparing.

"Doesn't Mark fuck you in the ass, Jane?"

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been tossed on her. Her fingers were immediately pulled out of her pussy and she bolted upright. She stared at her monitor in total disbelief at my image staring back."

"Michael! What the fuck are you doing?" She yelled, surprised, but didn't try to cover up.

"The same as you, I guess." I hadn't raised my voice. "Trying to get by." I smiled. "Trying to get off with a gorgeous, sexy woman." I saw her smile.

She reached up and pulled the mask off.

"Mark has been away - not that it matters. He's in India with some tart from his office." She sounded beat. "So, this is my sex life." She stared intently at the camera. "Surprised?"

"Well, until today I wasn't having one either. I think Jackie's stepping out as well." It was a suspicion that, up till then, I had been afraid to voice. "I've been so horny and not getting any decent relief. You changed that, but I still haven't cum...and neither have you."

I could see Jane toying with her nipple as she leaned against the desk.

"How serious were you about wanting a cock in your pussy?" I asked with a hint of mischief in my eye.

Jane seemed to be weighing her options and then, with a smirk, turned around so that her ass was facing the camera. She bent over so that her ass and pussy were close and, sliding her fingers over her lips, pushed two fingers deep inside herself.

"Does that answer your question?" She called over her shoulder, but it was too late, I was already pulling on my jeans.

There were so many cars on the street that I ended up having to park on a side street. The walk to Mark's and Jane's house was on shaky legs, to be sure. I reasoned that if my wife couldn't treat me like a man, it was fair to find someone who would. I climbed the steps and rang the bell.

When Jane opened the door, it was all I could do not to jump her right there. She had done herself up nice and was wearing a short, see-through robe that was loosely tied in front - the belt hung to tantalizingly cover her snatch. I believe she was blushed just a wee bit.

"Hi Michael," she smiled that perfect smile. I stared at her beauty.

"You're more beautiful in real life, you know." It was corny, but under the circumstances, the very best I could come up with.

As she leaned over to close the door, I watched as gravity worked on her amazing tits and they swayed enticingly. I couldn't stand it and, tossing caution to the wind, threw my arm around her, drawing her to me.

"I've always wondered what was wrong with Mark." I pressed my mouth against hers. Unsure, I pressed my tongue against her lips and they parted willingly. As out tongues caressed each others, I let my hand cup her tit, caressing her nipple, feeling its smoothness in my hand. Her nipple was hard and I gave it a gentle pinch and rolled it between my finger and thumb. Jane groaned against my mouth, and her hand went down to rub my cock through my slacks. She broke the kiss, breathing hard.

"Get these fucking pants off, Michael." We looked around and laughed as we realized we were still standing at the doorway. Taking my hand, she practically dragged me into the living room. Standing in front of the sofa, Jane dropped to her knees and began to work at getting my slacks undone and off while I pulled off my golf shirt and tossed it and kicked off my sandals. I felt the coolness of the air on my balls be replaced by the heat from Jane's hand as she cradled my sack. Looking down, she stared with wanton desire at me hardened shaft but it was as if she was trying to decide whether she should take that final step into adultery.

I reached down with both hands. With one I grabbed my cock and the other went to the back of her head. I aimed the head at her lips and gently drew her in. She was either going to take it or she wasn't. The head brushed her lips and with a groan, she opened her mouth and took me in. Once my cock brushed across her tongue, Jane reacted like it was a sausage and she hadn't eaten in weeks. She swirled her tongue around the head, drew back and then plunged herself down my shaft, taking more and more of me with every dive. All too soon, I had grabbed her head and was fucking her mouth and she was cooing and moaning like some mystical cock sucking nymph.

When I came, it felt like the back of my head was going to shoot off as well. My knees almost buckled and I had to hold her head steady both for support and to stop the sensations of her mouth caressing me. Jane took as much cum in my mouth and then had to swallow, but not before some dribbled out and down her chin. When I finished and pulled out of her mouth, she sat on her haunches somewhat stunned.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I should have told you I was...." She cut me off.

"I never swallowed before." She said quietly - almost meekly. "All my friends told me it tasted awful. I wouldn't even try to swallow Mark's," She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile. "They lied!" She scooped up the droplets from her cleavage and made a show of licking it off her fingers. "It's delicious."

She jumped up and into my arms where we kissed like a couple of teenagers. I drew her into my left arm and directed my right hand straight to her pussy. She was sopping and my fingers slipped in with no problem and I pistoned them in and out of her while my thumb pressed down on her clit.

"I never knew you were so fucking hot, Jane." I hissed in her ear.

"Oh, fuck, don't stop!" She was almost begging me.

I took my fingers out of her and brought them to my lips. I began to lick the trace of her from them. She was right, she was delicious tasting. I spun her and pushed her onto the couch. Jane took the hint and spread her legs wide for me and I wasted no time in delving in for the feast. As my tongue worked as though it had a mind of its own, Jane's sighing and moaning was enough to tell me I was doing everything right. I slid one and then two fingers into her as my lips fastened onto her clit and I began a slow methodical sucking. Jane's hands shot to my head and pulled me in so tight I thought I'd suffocate. She began to scrape her pussy over my face as she bucked with excitement.

"Oh, Michael, that's soooooooo good." She was practically whining at me. I reached up and roughly pinched and pulled at her tits which brought her to another level and rushed her orgasm.

When she came, she sounded like a dog being beat. Each yelp accompanied a stiffening of her body and when she relaxed, her thighs shook on either side of my head. I pulled my soaking face from her cunt and, grasping her knees, pushed them aside as I stood up. She was still in the process of cumming when I took my cock and pointed the head towards her opening.

Plunging into her brought another reaction. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her fingernails dug deep into my back as her orgasm apparently freshened itself. She gripped my head and turned my face towards hers for a fierce kiss, her tongue doing a wonderful imitation of a tonsillectomy.

"Oh fuck me harder, baby." She panted. "I love what your cock is doing to me!"

I was somewhat enthralled by what her pussy was doing to me as well, and her words of encouragement drove me on to new heights. I pummeled her snatch with such force I imagined her being pushed into the cushions. I felt beads of sweat break out on my forehead and a slight damp chill on my back. In all honesty, I had never felt this much passion or need when ever I had been with my wife and the stark reality caused no guilt whatsoever.

I could feel the tell-tale signs of the beginnings of an orgasm and grunted into Jane's ear I was about to cum. She unlocked her legs and released me from my confines. With my cock in my hand, I tugged on it until I groaned I was going to shoot my load. Jane, her head propped on the arm of the couch, stared in fascination as great gobs of cum shot out of me, landing on her face, tits and belly. Some sailed beside her to splatter on the fabric, but her glazed, uncaring eyes were riveted to my cock as it finished it's pulsing eruption.

I watched as she smeared my cum over her body, working it well into her tits. I straddled her and led my wilting member into her mouth to suck out the last of its offerings. Finally releasing it with a plop, she smiled at me.

"Now that's what I call getting thoroughly fucked." She lay her head back and enjoyed the afterglow. She chuckled. "My pussy is going to be awfully sore tomorrow." Embarrassed, I turned away. "No, no, Michael. It's O.K." She reached out to touch my cheek. "Really!"

I sat, naked on the couch beside her, and smiled. "Well, it has been a while."

"You were saying." She made to get up and looked at me. "Would you care to join me in a nice soak? It's big enough." How could I refuse such an offer?

Watching her ass sway as she walked was a wonderful experience and, even though I had cum minutes before, it was like I was a teenager - my cock was responding once again. I enjoyed having it at eye level as we climbed the stairs and Jane even stopped, mid climb, to allow my hands free range on her ass and between her legs.

"I love that you do that." She sighed. "It's been ages since I've felt this desired."

"It's easy to desire a beautiful body." I admitted. "I'm just glad that you're letting me have you. Just look at the effect you're having." I looked down at my fully risen cock pointing accusingly at her. She reached down and stroked its length.

"You're much bigger than Mark." She said softly. Jane didn't release me until we were in the en-suite. By then I was ready to go again.

Jane bent over the tub to adjust the water temperature. With her ass pointing at me and her legs apart, I took the opportunity and slid up behind her and began to work my cock into her pussy again.

"You're bad." She sighed. Just then I worked my full length into her and began to withdraw again. She sighed a soft objection which was cut short when I pushed back into her with a little more force.

"If you don't stop, you won't have enough for later." It was a difficult statement for her to get out as I was steadily fucking her by this time. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to stop and pull out of her. She added some sudsy stuff and turned with a mischievous grin on her face. Dropping to her knees, she took hold of me and began to lick my cock clean of her juices. Finishing, she rose and kissed me full on the mouth.

"Care for a glass of wine?" She then padded past me and down the stairs leaving me to marvel at my current state and to stare longingly at her tits and ass.

By the time she got back, I was already reclining in the tub like some potentate. Jane stopped, laughed and was still laughing as she climbed over the edge to join me. Extending my arm, Jane settled into a reclining position with my arm around her and we finally got down to a heart to heart.

"I found out, quite by accident, that Mark was sleeping around." Jane seemed to have resigned herself to the fact that her husband was a womanizing bastard. "I was looking for some paperwork when I was thinking of going back to school and I opened an old briefcase of his. It was full of pictures of him and all different women." There was no malice, but I detected the bitterness in her voice. "He was doing things I wished he'd do to me but he always told me I was wrong." At this I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, some he's fucking, others he's fucking them in the ass, or getting sucked off." She took a sip of her wine. "There were some that were obviously part of some swingers group or something because there were plenty of men standing around shooting their loads onto them." She set down her wine glass and made to get out of the tub. "Here, I'll show you."

Jane returned with a battered briefcase and, pulling out a top across the tub, climbed back in and hefted the case onto it. She opened it slowly.

"You think it's wise?" I queried.

"He knows I know." She snorted. "The smug bastard."

We went through the photos and I wasn't surprised to know a lot of the women from when Mark and I worked together. There were several others that peaked my interest and I set them aside to inspect them later after all, I was a healthy male. There were three that made me stop and stare - all were of my wife - but what surprised me was the lack of any other emotion except anger. The anger, oddly enough, didn't come from the fact she was fucking other guys, it was because she was fucking other guys in ways and positions I wanted to try but she refused - telling me she wasn't interested. The lying bitch!

The first showed her on her hands and knees, cock in both ends and two waiting for blowjobs. The second she was flat on her back getting a cum shower from, at least, seven cocks. The third had her taking Mark's dick up her ass and her face being pulled towards some faceless woman's snatch. Had I not already suspected her infidelity I would've been more shocked than I already was. On the other hand, it was now out in the open and I would deal with it in my own way. For now, I figured, it was high time I had a great time.

"So?" I asked flat out. "What do you want to do?" Jane gave me a blank look.

"Look Jane," I continued, "you're a smart gal and you're as sexy as hell. You could do whatever you wanted and you could have whatever man you wanted. You just have to decide what's it going to be."

She reached for my cock and began to stroke its length.

"I'll toss him out," she said resignedly, "eventually, but right now, lover-boy, I want a lot more of you." She smiled wickedly as she rose from the water. Straddling the side of the tub, she took great care in making sure her pussy brushed across my mouth. I didn't let the opportunity slide by and I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me, flicking my tongue across her clit several times causing her to gasp.

She handed me a towel as I followed her from the tub. We took our time as we kissed and caressed each other dry with the promises of further pleasures on our lips. I obediently padded down the hall after her to her bedroom, not returning to ‘the world' until several hours had passed leaving us both satisfied yet still hungering for more. We promised each other there would be repeat performances.

I was sitting at the computer when I heard the door open and my wife call out. I stood to greet her with a smile and three pictures tucked in my shirt pocket.