His heart pounded in his chest. It was all so suddenly, undeniably real. Was it really what he wanted? Was there any going back, if it wasn't?
*****
It had all started months earlier. Jenny was cleaning the house, filling her day as a stay-at-home mom. She almost never cleaned Josh's home office, but she thought she'd surprise him. He'd been working so hard, and so late, recently.
It was less messy than she thought, as she wiped down the bookshelves and vacuumed the floor. Beginning to wipe down his desk, she bumped the mouse, connected to his home laptop. The screen blinked on.
Her heart nearly stopped.
On screen was a popular adult movie website.
At first she was angry. Maybe even a little hurt. She gathered her things and scrambled out of the room, embarrassed. She consoled herself that all men watch porn, all men masturbate. Why should her husband be any different? She liked to think she took care of his every need, but sitting at their kitchen table, the house silent, she knew she'd turned him down more than a few times. By the time she got the kids fed and ready for bed, by the time he came home and finished work for the day, she was often so tired.
He was just taking care of his needs, she told herself. It could be worse. A lot worse.
That's when the curiosity started to creep in. What exactly was he watching? Maybe she could think about being more available, but wouldn't it help to know specifically what he was into? Like all couples married for many years, they had their sexual ups and downs; lately a lot more downs than ups. This might be a chance to make things a little spicier. A little more to his liking.
Rising nervously, she made her way back into his office, giggling the mouse again. The screen popped back on. There were rows of videos, women of different looks in different stages of sex. She started to read the captions, but it didn't take much to piece together a common theme.
The bold category at the top of the page made it explicitly clear.
"Husband watches his wife," she muttered to herself, confused. "Watches his wife...what?" she asked herself, clicking a video.
It only took a moment to clarify. Here was a man, apparently someone's husband, sitting and watching while a woman, apparently his wife, had sex with another man.
Jenny was shocked. Beyond shocked. Horrified, if anything. Is this what he was into? Did her husband want to see her with another man? She'd heard of swingers, of course. There were rumors about a few of the couples at the country club, but she'd didn't know them well. Was this a thing he was into? She'd never, not a single time, thought about sleeping with anyone except Josh. The very idea made her sick to her stomach.
Checking his history, there were dozens more just like it. It wasn't a pattern, it was a commitment. She didn't know what to do.
The rest of the day was a blur, her emotions oscillating between anger, hurt, and confusion. She thought she should let it go, but she knew she had to say something. She had to understand.
Eventually, it was evening, and she was putting the kids to bed. Josh arrived home, kissed her hello, and said he'd be working late, in his office. Jenny's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't gone back to the search page. She'd left the video she viewed up on the screen. He'd know.
She had to say something, now.
"Can you come down to the bedroom before you go in to work? We need to talk," she said, watching Josh carefully. He waved at her and nodded, devouring the dinner she'd prepared for him.
Moving to the bedroom, she waited. Eventually, he appeared, clearly in a hurry. It was awkward, but eventually she came out with it; she'd been cleaning his office, and she saw what was on his laptop. She tried not to attack, to refrain from being accusatory, but it was almost impossible.
Josh was embarrassed, to say the least. He stuttered some explanation, swore it had nothing to do with her, but all they reached was an awkward stalemate. Eventually he said he really did need to work, and disappeared into his office. He wasn't in there as long as usual, but when he returned, she pretended to be asleep.
The following days were strained. They struggled to make even basic conversation. Alone in the house all day, Jenny had plenty of time to think. Her best friend consoled her; men have fantasies, but they don't mean anything. Just because you watch something, doesn't mean you want it to be real. Jenny decided her friend was right.
Maybe she needed to go with her original plan. Maybe, this could be the key to spicing things up, to getting them back on track.
That night, she made him one of his favorite dinners. Knowing he wouldn't have to work late on a Friday, she purred in his ear while he ate, "I have something special planned for you, after the kids go to bed." He looked at her, confused, but she could tell he was intrigued.
After the kids were in bed, after he came down to their bedroom, she excused herself and retrieved his laptop. "Let's watch one together," she suggested. He was obviously embarrassed, and initially he refused, but she coaxed him into agreeing, and so they did.
She tired to be nonjudgemental. She tried to just accept a fantasy as a fantasy. She had to admit, the video he chose wasn't sleazy. The couple almost seemed connected, like they were doing it together. It wasn't so bad.
And Josh clearly enjoyed it. They had sex after, and it wasn't just that it was the first time they'd slept together in weeks. It was the best sex she could recall in a year, maybe longer. Perhaps this really could ignite something new, something passionate. Maybe working in a few fantasies wouldn't be so bad.
Josh was relieved. He felt like he'd gotten away with something. Jenny's first reaction had been to judge him - she seemed so hurt and angry - but now she was maybe into it? Either way, watching something like that, and then having his wife, was as hot as anything he could remember.
Over the following weeks, a clear pattern emerged. If Jenny suggested, they'd watch a video together, and then have hot, passionate sex. If she tried to seduce him without, it was like they'd slipped back into their old pattern. She didn't want this to become a crutch, but she also wanted things to be good between them.
And so, she hatched a plan.
The next weekend, she sent the kids to stay with her parents. She bought a sexy new lingerie set, changed into it, and called out from the bedroom for her husband.
"Baby, can you please come here?" She asked, tearing him away from a ballgame on TV.
Josh entered the room, and stopped, frozen, in the doorway. There was Jenny, in an outfit he'd never seen before, sitting on the edge of their bed. In front of her, a chair stolen from their dining room table.
"Sit." she instructed. He moved slowly to the chair.
"I thought, since you like to watch on video, maybe you'd like to watch me for real." she said, sitting seductively on the edge of the bed.
Josh's heart just about pounded out of his chest. What did she mean? What was she thinking.
Then she pulled a long, thin dildo out from behind her, running it across her mouth, giving it a sexy lick of the tongue.
"We've been watching a lot of wives performing for their husbands, so how about I perform for you?" she said.
Jenny proceeded to play with herself, pulling out her firm breasts, massaging herself through her panties. She'd never really masturbated for him before, and she'd never, ever, used a dildo on herself. She wasn't sure she'd know how to put on a proper show, until she got started. Josh immediately pulled himself from his pants, and she couldn't recall ever seeing so long and hard.
The rest came naturally. She put the toy in herself, and started to moan about how good it felt. Josh's eyes never left her; he barely blinked, lest he miss a single second of it.
She even teased him a little, asking him if he liked watching someone else inside her. He didn't answer, because he didn't have to. He came, almost instantly, all over himself.
Things really picked up from there. They both felt like kids again. All they could think about was sex. Josh wasn't working late anymore. He kept waiting for Jenny to demand a night off, but she didn't. At first, she'd put on a little performance, and then they'd have sex. But then they started really roll playing, watching the videos together and then acting them out. Sometimes Josh pretended to be a stranger. Sometimes she made him sit and watch. Jenny had to admit, it had definitely reignited things.
She couldn't stop thinking about it. All day long, she longed for that night.
Josh's birthday was approaching. Out of nowhere, she had a thought. A gift idea.
What if she made his fantasy come true?
She hated herself as soon as she thought it, because she couldn't deny that it wasn't just a gift idea.
Somewhere, somehow, with all the little shows and role playing, something had happened. It stopped being his fantasy, and it became there's. Somehow, it had become real for her.
Somewhere along the line, something changed.
She actually wanted to do it.
That night, she couldn't stop imagining someone else.
The following days, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Did he really want it? What would he say?
It took her weeks to work up the courage. Finally, one night, she came out with it.
What if they did it, for real?
She studied Josh's face, the face she knew best on earth, but she couldn't read his reaction.
Josh wasn't even sure what his reaction was. It wasn't something he'd actually thought about. He couldn't imagine her going through with it. He was shocked, embarrassed, preemptively jealous.
But most of all, he had to admit, he was incredibly turned on.
He told her he wanted to think about it. Jenny was relieved it wasn't an immediate no. By the next morning, Josh was sure he had to decline. It was too dangerous. How would they do it? But he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't' stop imagining it.
"How?" he asked, a few nights later, out of nowhere.
"How, what?" Jenny asked, sitting at the kitchen table, paying bills.
"If we were to, you know...how?"
"Oh," Jenny said, setting down her pen and looking at him. "I guess, we'd have to find someone. Probably someone we trust, but don't have to see again, right?"
Josh nodded in agreement.
"And...a hotel? I wouldn't want to do it here. Not in our home." Jenny continued, trying to hide the fact she'd more than considered the logistics.
"I...I'm not sure I could be there," Josh said, cautiously.
"What do you mean, not be there?" Jenny asked, genuinely confused.
"I've been thinking about it. I've been thinking about it a lot. I can't get past how turned on the thought of it makes me, but I'm afraid I'd get jealous. And once it starts, it would be unfair to make it stop. Maybe..."
Jenny didn't know what to say. "But, what's the point, if we aren't there together?"
"I know," Josh replied. "I've been thinking about that. What if we filmed it, and then we could watch it together, later?"
Jenny had never considered the idea, at all. She didn't know what to say. "I'm not sure I'd feel safe, though."
They sat quietly, for a while. Then, Josh's head shot up.
"I have an idea!" he exclaimed, "what if we set up some cameras, so we can film it and watch it together, but set them up so I can see everything, live. That way, if you're in any danger, I can come, or call the police, or whatever."
Jenny sat quietly for a moment. Could that work? The idea of him watching, but not being there physically, didn't sound half bad. And the idea of watching it back, together, whenever they wanted, sounded really, really hot. She was in.
After that, a strange thing happened. They stopped having sex. It was like they were both focused on this thing, it was all they could think about. Josh agreed to figure out the logistics, and Jenny said she'd think about how to pick a guy.
The following few weeks were a blur. Josh spent his nights obsessed, researching cameras and ways to stream something securely to only one person. He wasn't entirely sure what Jenny was doing, sitting there at her own laptop. He asked her, a few times, if she was sure, and she swore she was. She didn't say anything about finding someone, even after the cameras he selected arrived. Even as he tested them at home, to make sure it worked.
Until, one night, she stood in the doorway of his office.
"Next Saturday. Mom is taking the kids. Are you sure?"
Josh's eyes grew wide. "Seriously? Who?"
"It doesn't matter. No one we know. I met him online. He lives on the east coast."
"He's flying in?" Josh asked, shocked.
"Yes. I thought that way, we never have to worry about seeing him again. And he seems really nice. I think it will work."
Josh nodded, silently, in approval.
"Great!" Jenny bounced in reply. "So, you have everything else figured out?"
Josh nodded again. He did. It was time.
And then, before he knew it, there he sat, in their house, alone. While she took the kids to her mother's, he went across town and checked into the room. He took a suitcase up to the room, and set up four cameras, and a laptop. They were hidden well enough, she thought they wouldn't even notice them. He tested everything, and then left for home.
By the time he arrived home, she was gone. He texted her, and she said she was on her way over and loved him.
The silence grew deafening in the house.
Only then, he realized he had no idea when she'd arrive in the room. Or what he looked like, or would really be like.
He realized by the time his wife arrived home, she'd have slept with a stranger.
The time crawled by, as he waited for something, anything, to happen.
Eventually, he heard a sound. The entryway and the bathroom were the only blind spots for his camera, but he knew the door was opening. Jenny stepped into the room, alone, setting her purse on the desk.
She'd been a track athlete in college, and she still had the body for it. Tall and thin, she was wearing skin tight jeans, and a black tank top. Her dirty blonde hair was long and just minimally curled. He thought she looked just like the women he'd seen online. She looked incredibly sexy.
Jenny sat on the bed, passing the time, tapping away at her phone. Josh's phone dinged. "I'm here. Can you see?" He replied that he could.
"I love you." she said out loud. He texted back the same.
Then he heard a loud knock at the door. His heart skipped a beat. He was suddenly terrified.
Jenny stood up, checked herself in the mirror, and walked to the door. He couldn't see her, but he could hear as she exclaimed hello. A loud, deep, billowing voice filled the room.
"Damn," the voice said. "You look amazing."
"Come in!" Jenny replied, her voice lighter and more excited than Josh expected. He thought she'd be scared, tentative. She was anything but.
Jenny reentered the room, her arm dangling behind, pulling someone with her. Josh saw the man who was about to have his wife, for the first time. He was tall and thick, with the build of a linebacker, but that wasn't the first thing he noticed.
The first thing he noticed, was that he was black.
Josh didn't mind, but he was surprised. Jenny, given a free choice of anyone to be with, had chosen a black man. She'd never expressed a single seconds worth of interest in black men before. Clearly, there were things about his wife that Josh just didn't know.
They moved to the foot of the bed, the man towering over her. He had his hands on her sides, glaring down at her. "God damn, you're sexy as hell," he said.
Jenny didn't respond. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him down to her. Another man was kissing Josh's wife.
He was more than kissing her. They were making out, passionately. He placed his hands on her ass, squeezing it through her jeans, as their mouths became one. Josh could hear the sounds, messy and wet.
Then he pushed her back onto the bed. Jenny bounced off the mattress, as he climbed atop her. She practically disappeared under him, as he continued kissing her. She tugged at his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Josh watched as her white hands slid up and down his back, pulling him to her.
He started kissing her neck, which Josh knew would really turn her on. Then he pulled the straps of her tank top down, her braless breasts coming into view.
"Fuck," he said, just loud enough the cameras could hear, "they look even better in person."
Josh thought he might puke. Had she sent him pictures? Naked pictures? He realized in a whole new way how little he knew about how Jenny had found him.
On screen, he was sucking on her breasts, flicking her nipples with his tongue. Jenny threw her hands out wide, her head back.
Then Jenny sat up, pushing him off of her. He rolled over onto his back. Jenny sat up next to him, pulling at his jeans, lowering them down his legs. Pulling down his tight, black underwear, she pulled him into view. The camera angle was perfect.
Josh had an unobstructed view as his wife started to jerk off another man. It was enormous, long, and too thick for her to wrap her hands all the way around.
"Fuck," Jenny muttered, "it's even bigger than I imagined. Hubs is nothing like this."
She licked the tip, and then put it into her mouth. Slowly, she started to blow him, to suck on his thick cock. She jerked him into her mouth, and then started bobbing her head up and down, quickly, hungrily, lustily. Josh had never seen her suck cock like this. She was really putting on the show, he thought.
"It's so fucking big," she gasped, before putting it back in her mouth. The man laid back, moaning now and then softly.
"You're so good," he gasped, looking down at her. "Your husband is a lucky man."
Jenny stopped and looked at him. "You're the lucky one tonight," she said. "I can't wait to have this thing inside me."
The man sat up, pushing her over. He pulled her jeans down; she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Josh couldn't quite see, but it was obvious what was happening, as he dove his head between her legs. Jenny moaned loudly, as another man slurped at her pussy. The sounds were unmistakable. Josh could tell how wet she was.
Then he slowly kissed his way up her flat stomach, stopping to suck on her tits, and then kissing her again. Sitting up, he laid his cock on her body.
"Is it going to fit?" Jenny asked, looking down at him.
"To your stomach," he replied, "Should we send him a picture?"
"Yes!" Jenny exclaimed, grabbing her phone off the bed and handing it to him. A moment later, Josh's phone dinged. The picture was more than he could've imagined; a massive piece of a man, laying on the white skin of his wife.
Looking up, he could see the man was rubbing his tip up and down Jenny. She moaned softly. He kept doing it. She kept moaning.
"Stop teasing me," she gasped, her chest heaving up and down in anticipation. "Please."
"Please, what?" he asked, still rubbing himself on her outside.
"Please put it in me," Jenny cried, desperate.
"Please put what in where?" he teased again, driving her wild.
"Please put your fat cock in my married pussy." Jenny demanded, reaching for him.
Josh thought he might cum. It was the single sexiest, dirties, hottest thing he'd ever seen. Then, he saw Jenny's back arch, as she cried out. She was being violated by another man.
His hips slowly thrust in and out of her, Jenny moaning loudly as he did. "Gentle," she begged, "It's so big, you have to go slow."
"We'll get you nice and stretched out, baby," he said to her, leaning forward and lying atop her.
Josh could hear them kissing, wet and sloppy, as he switched to the camera at the foot of the bed. He could see large black ass, and massive balls, just barely obscuring him thrusting in and out of his wife. Jenny's legs were pointed at the ceiling, opening herself to him. They continued kissing as he slowly worked himself in and out of her.
Then he sat up, pulling himself from her. Their bodies twisted as he pointed her towards the foot of the bed, right at the camera. Moving behind her, Josh knew exactly when he entered her. Jenny's face twisted in pleasure, dropping down and burying herself in the bed. He towered over her from behind.
Josh switched to a side view camera, and could see his long rod disappearing and reappearing from his wife. Her ass jiggled as he did.
"Fuck, that's a nice pussy," he moaned, holding her hips as he fucked her from behind.
"Oh baby, you're so damn deep!" Jenny moaned in reply. "I can feel you in my stomach!"
He continued fucking her, but then stopped, holding still. Jenny wasn't having it. Driving herself back onto him, she thrust her hips back and forth, her moans getting louder and louder. Josh knew what was about to happen.
Going back to the camera facing her, he watched as she moved up onto all fours, her face twisting as she used him to make herself cum. She screamed loudly, her eyes rolling back, her whole body shaking with her first orgasm delivered by another man.
When she finally stopped, she said "I want to ride you."
He pulled himself from her, and laid back on the bed. Facing him, Jenny lowered herself onto him. Josh couldn't believe she was taking it all, but he completely disappeared into her. They started making out again, as she bucked her hips on him, grinding herself into his flesh.
"FUCK!" she screamed, as he held her head close to his, her body shaking with another orgasm.
"Turn around," he demanded, and Jenny spun on his cock, now facing away from him. She started to bounce up and down on him, her body swallowing him whole each time.
Josh pulled himself out, starting to jerk off, straining to stop from cumming, as he watched his wife riding another man, her tits bouncing, on TV.
The man started to drive himself up into her. "You are such a good fuck toy," he said.
Jenny cried out. "Use me. Use my pussy up. Take it all!" she screamed, as her legs shook with yet another orgasm.
The man tossed her off of him, throwing her onto her back. Rising back over her, kneeling, he pushed back into her. He started fucking her hard, angrily. Josh couldn't believe how loud she was being, how she was taking all this man could give her. She looked like such a dirty woman, just like he'd seen online so many times. Just like they'd watched, so many times. She was one of them.
"Where?" the man gasped.
"Don't stop!" Jenny cried, desperate.
The man started to grunt.
Josh couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was the one rule they'd discussed. She could take him without a condom, if she wanted, but under no circumstances would she let him finish in her. Did she know what was happening? Was she so lost in the moment she didn't realize?
"Fill me up!" she cried. There was no doubt now.
And then Josh watched as they both shook in a simultaneous, mutual orgasm. Another man was cumming in his wife. Josh was cumming all over himself.
The man collapsed to her side when he was finished. Josh could just barely make out some white, leaking from her. Jenny laid still, motionless.
"Fuck, that was amazing. You are one of the best little fuck toys I've ever had," he said, standing up and disappearing into the bathroom.
Jenny didn't move. She laid still, still breathing heavily.
Before long, the man reappeared, dressing himself. "Let me know if you want some more, before I leave town," he said, moving towards the door. Josh heard it open and close.
He watched as Jenny laid on the bed, used and discarded by another man. He couldn't wait for her to get home.
Jenny laid there for the longest time, completely spent and almost passed out. After what seems like an hour, she sat up, reaching down and feeling the sticky residue still dripping from her. Disappearing to the bathroom, Josh heard the shower start. She was gone for the longest time, and if he wasn't wrong, he could swear he heard her moaning.
Before long, she reappeared, dressed, picked up her purse, and disappeared out the door.
Josh turned off the feed, and moved to the bedroom. As soon as she was home, they had a video to watch.
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