My wife had been spending hours getting ready for her date, an ex-Marine bodybuilder named Jeff. He was one of her favorite lovers, but he often travelled out of town on business for long stretches and had recently returned. I helped her with her nails, shaving her pubic hair, picking out an outfit, but after awhile she said my doting made her nervous, so she ushered me out so she could continue her preparations. She worried that in the 4 months since their last date his attraction for her may have waned. If you knew what she looked like you would know that was impossible.
Prior to her transformation into a hotwife, as a scrawny and nerdy teenager then college student, Alicia never expected to attract the attention of a 'jock' like Jeff. As she entered her 30s, the extra pounds that were impossible to burn that seem to vex women of her age began to appear, but for her they mostly appeared in all the right places, filling out her thighs, her ass, her breasts. Along with her regular workouts at the local gym, she transformed her slender form into a more voluptuous physique, which really started to draw men's attention. In fact, it was at the gym where she first met Jeff.
The funny thing is, her body isn't the most sexy thing about her. She is a pure ginger beauty - her hair is a thick mane of auburn to strawberry blonde curls, her skin pale, almost alabaster with a sprinkle of brown freckles around her nose and on her chest, her eyes a piercing emerald green. When she flashes her pearly smile and locks her gaze on you it feels as if you are melting. She always downplays herself in her younger years, she always had a retinue of smitten boys ready to do her bidding, I know because I was one, but none of them the boys on the football team she secretly admired.
It wouldn't be fair to mention her sparkling personality and sharp intellect. She is a LCSW with a Master's degree in Child Psychology. She has this amazing ability to chat up the most frumpiest (and dangerous) looking people and have them smiling and laughing along with her. While she counsels mostly teenagers, guys like Jeff are just putty in her hands.
Most men would think I’m crazy to share such a sexy wife with other men, most would use pretty harsh words to describe me for doing it. More often than not I would agree with them. It hasn’t always been easy for me watching her sexuality blossom, but I can assure you throughout the evolution of our relationship I have been a willing and encouraging partner. Where we are now did not evolve overnight, but over a series of small steps that lead to where we are now.
We were friends before we became boyfriend and girlfriend, and in college she had a fairly normal dating and sex life, and I seemed to enjoy listening to her talk about her encounters more than having my own. Once she went on a date with a guy she didn't entirely trust and asked if I could follow along. The guy was a bit handsy and at first Alicia ignored then eventually gave in to his advances. They didnt have sex but I watched them do everything but in the back of a bar. The memory served my masturbatory fantasies for years. Saying all this it may seem like we were destined to be a cuckold couple, but it wasn't always that way, it's just with hindsight we can see where the seeds of our current relationship germinated.
We still have a normal sex life, and from what I hear and read we probably still have alot more sex together than most couples at our stage of marriage. However, nowadays, there is nothing more rewarding than watching another man make love to Alicia. I prefer to watch it in person, up close, and to film and take pictures, but that requires the consent of the third party. Even with the promise of sex with my beautiful wife, not all men are keen on it. When meeting potential lovers she never hides the fact that she is married, but she makes a judgement call after a few meetings as to whether to tell him she's seeing him with or without her husband's knowledge, and my consideration is never a factor as to whether she continues seeing him.
One thing the macho, competitive asshole types my wife likes to have sex with have in common is they are all enthusiastic with pounding a married pussy in her marital bed. To accomodate my voyeuristic desires, I rigged up our bedroom with various hidden cameras and microphones so I can watch and listen without disturbing the amorous couple. Over the past 5 years since she started having sex outside our marriage, I have accumulated terabytes of video of her having sex in our bedroom with various men.
In my spare time, often when she's off on a date, I go through the video and edit it to make ‘highlight reels’ of her fuck sessions. I keep a calendar marked with who she was with on what day so I can match with the date on the recordings. I had a lot of raw footage of her and Jeff, but I haven't edited any of it. I didn’t know what to do with myself while I waited, so I decided to pull out his videos and see what I had.
I consulted my notes and tagged all the recordings of his dates. She had him 17 times over the course of 10 months, and that just included times at our house. Jeff was one of her lovers that knew she was married, and didn't mind me watching or filming, but only as a passive observer. A lot of the footage I had was from my hand-held camcorder when I was in the room filming, but most of it was from our hidden cameras as Alicia usually dismissed me after awhile because she felt my presence affected the intimacy she shared with her lover.
I would say that it was like having terabytes of porn with my wife as the star, but it was much better than that. The difference between my recordings and regular porno is that in my recordings, the two lovers are not performing for the camera. Their motivation is their own personal pleasure. Despite my wife making it clear these are only sexual relationships, she reminds me she still has a hard time seperating sex from emotion and very often forms intimate bonds with her lovers as their relationship progresses and she enjoys feeling the full spectrum of emotions involved and likes to express them. While she assures me that what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, she warns me that if I ever question or try to make her feel guilty about anything she says or does in the recordings, she's going to make me remove all my devices and totally cut me off.
From the hours of footage I have watched and edited, there is a fairly common lifecycle to her relationships. Sex the first few times with a particular man is fast and furious as they work out their basic animal attraction. This is what my wife calls the thrill of a new lover. After this phase either I notice the intensity of my wife’s orgasms subside as the newness fades, or their fucking becomes more passionate and intense and Alicia comes less often but harder and longer as an emotional bond forms. The former lovers tend to fade away while the latter are invited back.
Normally, as would be expected from a relationship based on sex, she and her boyfriends figure out how to maximize the pleasure they get from one another and each encounter becomes a repeat of the last as they just see each other's body as a sexual outlet. Her boyfriends know beforehand they aren't going to get farther than regular fuck buddy, and they are both perfectly find with that. As I watched her and Jeff go at it, however, I saw no plateau, their sex just seemed to get better and better. 10 months isn't necessarily a long relationship, but Jeff seemed to constantly take her to new heights, and Alicia never seemed to get enough of him.
For Jeff’s credit, it was apparent why she was so smitten with him. He had the physique of a body-builder and a long, thick cock and movie star good looks. He had a commanding personality and my wife's size and weight were no match for his physical strength, and he manipulated her body like a plaything, and she had no qualms about letting him. The way she became so submissive around him and just gazed into his eyes and ran her hands tenderly over his body and the intensity of their kisses betrayed a growing emotional bond. If he wasn't such an asshole personality wise I'd be worried.
The last film I made of them made me wonder about that assumption. Despite making me hard immediately, it was also a punch to the gut, the cuckolds perfect combination of lust and jealousy. I remember the morning - they had gone out that night, came back and fucked the night away. In the morning, I got up before them and started breakfast. I heard them stirring, and cracked the door open to peak in, and he was just starting to mount her - she lay on her back with her legs spread obscenely, him positioned above her lining up his raging morning boner with her moist pussy.
I didn't expect the session to last very long - he'd just give her his morning sperm and be on his way. She rarely spent the night with a guy, it was more an exception than a rule, or she just fell asleep before she could dismiss him. Despite being so ridiculously hot, she still felt subconscious in the morning with all her make-up smeared away and hair a mess. She wore her make-up and heels and skimpy outfits as a sort of costume for another persona she assumed to gain the confidence to pursue the kind of guys that ignored her in high school and college and be the sexy slut they desired. She says she ‘turns into a pumpkin’ at midnight, and the sexy hotwife her boyfriend fell asleep next to is now just boring normal Alicia (in her mind, at least). When it happens by accident, if she gets up before them she’ll go to the bathroom and fix herself up before returning, or she stays under the covers and satisfies his needs before ushering him out.
She doesn’t like me recording her in the morning for these reasons, and I probably would have just stayed out of the way while she got him to leave, but there was something different in the sounds she was making. That morning, the way she called out his name and urged him to fuck her harder and faster, she seemed so much more needy and desperate. She wasn’t just trying to get him off and out the door, she was expressing powerful emotions and desires through full-blown lovemaking. I could tell she was wrestling with her despair over her favorite lover leaving her for months and she wanted to enjoy every second with him. I grabbed my camera and snuck into the room undetected and was not disappointed.
Her pale thighs were spread impossibly wide, her knees pinned up against her shoulders by her lovers large mass and size. Her porcelain flesh contrasted with his bronzed skin. She gripped him around the waist with her arms, her hands squeezing his ass cheeks in time with his pelvic thrusts, urging him on. She thrusted her hips up to meet every downward thrust of his thick cock, only to be pounded down into the mattress again by his powerful hips.
The most stunning thing was how their lips were locked in a tender kiss as their tongues tried to get as deep as possible in each other's mouths. Something only a cuckold can understand - you can watch your wife give a blowjob or take a cock in her pussy, but nothing punches you in the gut like watching your wife share a deep tongue kiss with another man.
“Oh Jeff.. fuck me harder, oh fuck me fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth between kisses. “Oh, I love your cock, Jeff, it's so perfect, you fuck me just the way I need to be fucked.”
Jeff was silent for the most part, concentrating on keeping up the furious pace only a man in peak physical condition could maintain.
“I don't know what I'm going to do while you are gone, Jeff, I'm addicted to your cock.”
“I won't be gone long, I can't get enough of your hot pussy.’
“Oh Jeff, it's your pussy, yours to do with as you please.”
“Oh yeah… I'm coming baby, I'm coming.”
“Oh, give me your sperm, Jeff, I need it, I love it. I love your cock, I love you!”
Jeff pushed his mouth to hers as he put his arms underneath her and held her tight. My wife's hands went behind her knees, pulling her thighs as far apart as she could to make sure her lover could get as deep as possible.
He groaned powerfully and in a series of short, sharp thrusts, buried himself deep inside her and let out burst after burst of semen. I stood behind them and zoomed in on his balls tightening and loosening as they spurted their contents down his long shaft and into the deepest recesses of her vagina. The frothy white overflow seeped out from between his glistening cock and her battered and stretched pussy. Finally, he gave one more thrust, his testicles mashed up against her ass, his cock embedded as deep as it could go. He held her tightly as their bodies basked in the throes of ultimate pleasure.
Despite it being my wife, my house, by bed, I felt like an interloper sharing an intimate and intense moment not meant for me. I started to back out of the room, still filming. I reached the door as he rolled over and flopped down next to her. She slid down his body and took his softening but still impressive cock in her mouth to clean off their juices and bring him down gently from his sexual high. I wanted to stay and film more, but I was worried about his response since I didn't ask first, so I carefully shut our bedroom door.
“God, that was hot,” my wife said behind me, startling me out of my seat. “I didn't know you recorded that, I thought that moment was between him and me.”
“I'm sorry, I can delete it.”
“No, please don't, I love it. In fact, when Jeff gets here, I want to show it to him. I'm hoping we can pick up right where we left off.”
Just then, her phone chimed, and Alicia jumped with excitement. “he’s right around the corner!”
I glanced back at my wife as she turned to leave. She was wearing a long, tight red dress with a slit that came up almost to her waist. If she was wearing panties, I didn't see them as the slit opened up as she walked. The front wrapped around her neck and cupped each breasts, exposing enough of the soft pink globes to show she wasn't wearing a bra either. The dress left her back completely bare, plunging almost to her ass crack. I couldn't help but think what I lucky guy Jeff was, I almost forgot she was my wife.
Our security camera turned on when his little red sports car entered the driveway and I called up the webcam on my computer screen to watch him approach. We don't live necessarily in a secluded area, but we had a small driveway and the front of our house is secluded from the street. Nevertheless, I wondered what the neighbors thought seeing the various cars come and go with my wife in the passenger seat. He stopped in front of our house, and Alicia ran out in her 5 inch fire engine red platform heels to greet him. She was there when he got out of his car and they embraced like two long lost lovers.
Being a hot wife didn't come naturally to Alicia. She still felt uncomfortable being viewed as a sex object. At her core she was still the shy and bookish redhead I met in the college library. Like myself, she was exploring a sexual fantasy she didn't think defined her as a person. 99% of her time she was just Alicia the Teen Counsewho in her spare time liked to curl up on the couch with her husband with a good book or movie.
That's what calmed my worries. No matter how many times I watched her leave the house dressed like a horny slut on a new man's arm, or how many men she defiled our wedding vows with in our own marital bed or how many selfies she sent me with some man's sperm dripping off her face and glasses, she was still the nervous and shy intellectual bookworm I first met and fell in love with.
Jeff bothered me though. He seemed different. My wife had been on pins and needles for a week after he called and said he was coming back. Watching them greet each other on the security camera, the way she molded her body to his as they open mouth kissed, the way her hands ran up and down his back and squeezed his ass the way she did when he was pumping her full of his sperm told me she honest to goodness missed him, and was happy to have him back in her life.
Did I need to worry she would leave me for him? He was a pretty ripped dude with an impressive cock, but he was dressed in a suit jacket over a turtleneck sweater and jeans and cowboy boots. He had a military style haircut and wore sunglasses all the time. Even Alicia agreed he looked like a douche. Alicia, a lifelong liberal and Hillary Clinton supporter, confided in me that he had voted for Trump and had a MAGA hat in the backseat of his car he would put on to tease her from time to time. They enjoyed each other sexually so much they agreed not to discuss politics, still, I couldn't imagine her been intellectually entertained by him. Nevertheless, there she was, giving him the welcome back greeting most men would die for from lifelong spouses.
When they broke their kiss, they had a brief talk, he seemed to want to just go, but she wanted him to come in for a moment, probably to see the video. She ultimately won, as she usually does.
It was always awkward greeting my wife's lovers, I knew this meeting would be even more so. I smelled his cologne before they entered the room. Alicia bounded in holding Jeff's hand.
“Honey, you remember Jeff?”
“Yeah. Hello.” I waved awkwardly. He unraveled one of his arms from my wife’s waist and extended a hand, and I stood to shake it. He grinned as his grip crushed my hand, and he didn't let go until I visibly winced, as if there was any doubt who the alpha male in the room was, and I sat back down.
“Honey, I was telling Jeff of the video you took. Want to show it to him?”
I still wasn't sure how he'd take it, seeing how he didn't know I was filming, but I started playing it anyways. My wife stood behind me and him behind her as the wet smacking and cooing and moaning from the audio filled the room.
"I remember that," he said with a smile. "Hey buddy," he said to me, smacking my shoulder, "I can see why you get into this shit, your wife is fucking hot when she gets fucked. Better to be the one doing the banging, but I guess this is the next best thing."
Despite knowing that kind of coarse language turns her off, Alicia giggled at his comment and thanked him for the compliment. As the video proceeded, I could tell their hands were all over one another as they watched themselves fuck. I was able to watch their reflection in the monitor glass. The extra height of her heels allowed her to grind her ass against his crotch as his hands caressed her breasts and stomach until he sought out the slit in her dress and pulled it aside. She parted her legs slightly to allow him to cup her pubic mound and run a finger between her labia.
"Damn, no panties, and you are sopping wet."
"I wanted to be ready for you.”
“You sure are, and then some.”
I could sense them shuffling around behind me, then I heard a zipper, then Alicia gasped as she gripped the back of my chair and her head appeared over my shoulder. She grunted into my ear as I felt her body jerk forward as he must have slid his cock into her. He grabbed her waist to stabilize her, but with her hands on the rolling chair I was sitting on, I couldn't help but feel each jolt as he bottomed out in her. At first I planted my feet firmly on the ground to keep from being pushed underneath my desk, but then I found myself pushing back slightly, as if I was helping to fuck my wife back and forth on his cock.
"Oh, he feels so fucking good, honey”, she panted into my ear. She looked behind her and exclaimed, "oh I just love your cock, Jeff. It's the best. I missed it so much.’’
Jeff just kept up with his fucking, keeping pace with their fucking on the screen. The sounds of moaning and slapping coming from the speakers strangely synched with the sounds in real life. Just as Alicia in the recording started begging for his sperm, Alicia’s movement slowed from the frantic back and forth to more sporadic, sharp thrusts.
As on screen Alicia professed her love for his cock and for him, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered “oh, honey, he's really letting go. I can feel his sperm shooting inside my womb.”
I wanted so much to take my cock out and jerk off, but I thought it would be awkward.
Jeff pulled his cock out and Alicia stood up. I swirled my chair in time to see her squat down and take his cock in her mouth.
“Did that make you feel good?” she cooed between sucks.
“Oh yeah, that was building up for awhile.”
“Hope you saved more for later.”
“Oh baby, I'm just getting started.”
I could hear Alicia’s mouth popping off his cock. “Well, I guess I should go get some panties now, or I'm going to leak your come all over the place.”
“As much as I prefer you going commando, with my leather car seats and all.”
“Honey, be a dear and go get me a pair of panties so I don't drip my lover’s sperm all over his leather seats.”
Alicia flipped her hair and looked over her shoulder at me, Jeff just looked down smugly as my wife cradled his balls.
I hated but loved when my wife did this to me. I had been a passive participant in my wife's sexual encounters before, but every now and then she made me be an active participant, either to humiliate me or show her boyfriend I was okay with what was happening.
Telling me to get her panties was sort of an inside way for her to gauge my reaction to what she was doing. Before a date, she'd ask me to pick out her panties. If I wanted her to be a total slut, I'd bring her a tiny g-string. If I wanted her to be more reserved, I’d bring her panties that covered more.
Honestly, I almost always picked the skimpiest ones, but this was a strange situation. I did feel unusually nervous about Jeff, but I always liked her stories when she let her slut flag fly with her boyfriends. Then there was the obvious copious amount of male ejaculate oozing out of her vagina and dripping onto the floor.
By the time I came back she was still sitting on her haunches mouthing Jeff’s flaccid cock, though it already seemed to be recovering. It still felt weird walking into a room where my wife was giving a guy a blow job, but it was the kind of thing a cuckold gets off on.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “getting a bit carried away there,” she said, tucking his cock back in his pants. “save this for later.”
She stood and took the panties I selected for her. They were a pair designed to not show any pantylines. It had a thin string that went up the crack of her ass, but had a large enough patch in the crotch to cover her whole pussy. She smiled noticing my thoughtfulness.
“Thanks,” she said as she stepped into them and pulled them snug. She straightened out her dress then grabbed Jeff’s arm.
“Well, we are off. Remember honey, Jeff is spending the night so get anything you may need in the morning out of the master bedroom and bathroom.”
She kissed me on the cheek and walked arm and arm with Jeff to the door.
“Oh yeah.” She turned to look at me and point to the splotch of goo underneath where she had been squatting. “Be sure to clean that up, wouldn't want a stain. Bye!”
She never cared about stains, in fact, she seemed to enjoy leaving stains from her couplings in various places in the house, and in her car and mine. She was enforcing to Jeff that she knew who the alpha male was, as if that was even a question.
Prior to her transformation into a hotwife, as a scrawny and nerdy teenager then college student, Alicia never expected to attract the attention of a 'jock' like Jeff. As she entered her 30s, the extra pounds that were impossible to burn that seem to vex women of her age began to appear, but for her they mostly appeared in all the right places, filling out her thighs, her ass, her breasts. Along with her regular workouts at the local gym, she transformed her slender form into a more voluptuous physique, which really started to draw men's attention. In fact, it was at the gym where she first met Jeff.
The funny thing is, her body isn't the most sexy thing about her. She is a pure ginger beauty - her hair is a thick mane of auburn to strawberry blonde curls, her skin pale, almost alabaster with a sprinkle of brown freckles around her nose and on her chest, her eyes a piercing emerald green. When she flashes her pearly smile and locks her gaze on you it feels as if you are melting. She always downplays herself in her younger years, she always had a retinue of smitten boys ready to do her bidding, I know because I was one, but none of them the boys on the football team she secretly admired.
It wouldn't be fair to mention her sparkling personality and sharp intellect. She is a LCSW with a Master's degree in Child Psychology. She has this amazing ability to chat up the most frumpiest (and dangerous) looking people and have them smiling and laughing along with her. While she counsels mostly teenagers, guys like Jeff are just putty in her hands.
Most men would think I’m crazy to share such a sexy wife with other men, most would use pretty harsh words to describe me for doing it. More often than not I would agree with them. It hasn’t always been easy for me watching her sexuality blossom, but I can assure you throughout the evolution of our relationship I have been a willing and encouraging partner. Where we are now did not evolve overnight, but over a series of small steps that lead to where we are now.
We were friends before we became boyfriend and girlfriend, and in college she had a fairly normal dating and sex life, and I seemed to enjoy listening to her talk about her encounters more than having my own. Once she went on a date with a guy she didn't entirely trust and asked if I could follow along. The guy was a bit handsy and at first Alicia ignored then eventually gave in to his advances. They didnt have sex but I watched them do everything but in the back of a bar. The memory served my masturbatory fantasies for years. Saying all this it may seem like we were destined to be a cuckold couple, but it wasn't always that way, it's just with hindsight we can see where the seeds of our current relationship germinated.
We still have a normal sex life, and from what I hear and read we probably still have alot more sex together than most couples at our stage of marriage. However, nowadays, there is nothing more rewarding than watching another man make love to Alicia. I prefer to watch it in person, up close, and to film and take pictures, but that requires the consent of the third party. Even with the promise of sex with my beautiful wife, not all men are keen on it. When meeting potential lovers she never hides the fact that she is married, but she makes a judgement call after a few meetings as to whether to tell him she's seeing him with or without her husband's knowledge, and my consideration is never a factor as to whether she continues seeing him.
One thing the macho, competitive asshole types my wife likes to have sex with have in common is they are all enthusiastic with pounding a married pussy in her marital bed. To accomodate my voyeuristic desires, I rigged up our bedroom with various hidden cameras and microphones so I can watch and listen without disturbing the amorous couple. Over the past 5 years since she started having sex outside our marriage, I have accumulated terabytes of video of her having sex in our bedroom with various men.
In my spare time, often when she's off on a date, I go through the video and edit it to make ‘highlight reels’ of her fuck sessions. I keep a calendar marked with who she was with on what day so I can match with the date on the recordings. I had a lot of raw footage of her and Jeff, but I haven't edited any of it. I didn’t know what to do with myself while I waited, so I decided to pull out his videos and see what I had.
I consulted my notes and tagged all the recordings of his dates. She had him 17 times over the course of 10 months, and that just included times at our house. Jeff was one of her lovers that knew she was married, and didn't mind me watching or filming, but only as a passive observer. A lot of the footage I had was from my hand-held camcorder when I was in the room filming, but most of it was from our hidden cameras as Alicia usually dismissed me after awhile because she felt my presence affected the intimacy she shared with her lover.
I would say that it was like having terabytes of porn with my wife as the star, but it was much better than that. The difference between my recordings and regular porno is that in my recordings, the two lovers are not performing for the camera. Their motivation is their own personal pleasure. Despite my wife making it clear these are only sexual relationships, she reminds me she still has a hard time seperating sex from emotion and very often forms intimate bonds with her lovers as their relationship progresses and she enjoys feeling the full spectrum of emotions involved and likes to express them. While she assures me that what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, she warns me that if I ever question or try to make her feel guilty about anything she says or does in the recordings, she's going to make me remove all my devices and totally cut me off.
From the hours of footage I have watched and edited, there is a fairly common lifecycle to her relationships. Sex the first few times with a particular man is fast and furious as they work out their basic animal attraction. This is what my wife calls the thrill of a new lover. After this phase either I notice the intensity of my wife’s orgasms subside as the newness fades, or their fucking becomes more passionate and intense and Alicia comes less often but harder and longer as an emotional bond forms. The former lovers tend to fade away while the latter are invited back.
Normally, as would be expected from a relationship based on sex, she and her boyfriends figure out how to maximize the pleasure they get from one another and each encounter becomes a repeat of the last as they just see each other's body as a sexual outlet. Her boyfriends know beforehand they aren't going to get farther than regular fuck buddy, and they are both perfectly find with that. As I watched her and Jeff go at it, however, I saw no plateau, their sex just seemed to get better and better. 10 months isn't necessarily a long relationship, but Jeff seemed to constantly take her to new heights, and Alicia never seemed to get enough of him.
For Jeff’s credit, it was apparent why she was so smitten with him. He had the physique of a body-builder and a long, thick cock and movie star good looks. He had a commanding personality and my wife's size and weight were no match for his physical strength, and he manipulated her body like a plaything, and she had no qualms about letting him. The way she became so submissive around him and just gazed into his eyes and ran her hands tenderly over his body and the intensity of their kisses betrayed a growing emotional bond. If he wasn't such an asshole personality wise I'd be worried.
The last film I made of them made me wonder about that assumption. Despite making me hard immediately, it was also a punch to the gut, the cuckolds perfect combination of lust and jealousy. I remember the morning - they had gone out that night, came back and fucked the night away. In the morning, I got up before them and started breakfast. I heard them stirring, and cracked the door open to peak in, and he was just starting to mount her - she lay on her back with her legs spread obscenely, him positioned above her lining up his raging morning boner with her moist pussy.
I didn't expect the session to last very long - he'd just give her his morning sperm and be on his way. She rarely spent the night with a guy, it was more an exception than a rule, or she just fell asleep before she could dismiss him. Despite being so ridiculously hot, she still felt subconscious in the morning with all her make-up smeared away and hair a mess. She wore her make-up and heels and skimpy outfits as a sort of costume for another persona she assumed to gain the confidence to pursue the kind of guys that ignored her in high school and college and be the sexy slut they desired. She says she ‘turns into a pumpkin’ at midnight, and the sexy hotwife her boyfriend fell asleep next to is now just boring normal Alicia (in her mind, at least). When it happens by accident, if she gets up before them she’ll go to the bathroom and fix herself up before returning, or she stays under the covers and satisfies his needs before ushering him out.
She doesn’t like me recording her in the morning for these reasons, and I probably would have just stayed out of the way while she got him to leave, but there was something different in the sounds she was making. That morning, the way she called out his name and urged him to fuck her harder and faster, she seemed so much more needy and desperate. She wasn’t just trying to get him off and out the door, she was expressing powerful emotions and desires through full-blown lovemaking. I could tell she was wrestling with her despair over her favorite lover leaving her for months and she wanted to enjoy every second with him. I grabbed my camera and snuck into the room undetected and was not disappointed.
Her pale thighs were spread impossibly wide, her knees pinned up against her shoulders by her lovers large mass and size. Her porcelain flesh contrasted with his bronzed skin. She gripped him around the waist with her arms, her hands squeezing his ass cheeks in time with his pelvic thrusts, urging him on. She thrusted her hips up to meet every downward thrust of his thick cock, only to be pounded down into the mattress again by his powerful hips.
The most stunning thing was how their lips were locked in a tender kiss as their tongues tried to get as deep as possible in each other's mouths. Something only a cuckold can understand - you can watch your wife give a blowjob or take a cock in her pussy, but nothing punches you in the gut like watching your wife share a deep tongue kiss with another man.
“Oh Jeff.. fuck me harder, oh fuck me fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth between kisses. “Oh, I love your cock, Jeff, it's so perfect, you fuck me just the way I need to be fucked.”
Jeff was silent for the most part, concentrating on keeping up the furious pace only a man in peak physical condition could maintain.
“I don't know what I'm going to do while you are gone, Jeff, I'm addicted to your cock.”
“I won't be gone long, I can't get enough of your hot pussy.’
“Oh Jeff, it's your pussy, yours to do with as you please.”
“Oh yeah… I'm coming baby, I'm coming.”
“Oh, give me your sperm, Jeff, I need it, I love it. I love your cock, I love you!”
Jeff pushed his mouth to hers as he put his arms underneath her and held her tight. My wife's hands went behind her knees, pulling her thighs as far apart as she could to make sure her lover could get as deep as possible.
He groaned powerfully and in a series of short, sharp thrusts, buried himself deep inside her and let out burst after burst of semen. I stood behind them and zoomed in on his balls tightening and loosening as they spurted their contents down his long shaft and into the deepest recesses of her vagina. The frothy white overflow seeped out from between his glistening cock and her battered and stretched pussy. Finally, he gave one more thrust, his testicles mashed up against her ass, his cock embedded as deep as it could go. He held her tightly as their bodies basked in the throes of ultimate pleasure.
Despite it being my wife, my house, by bed, I felt like an interloper sharing an intimate and intense moment not meant for me. I started to back out of the room, still filming. I reached the door as he rolled over and flopped down next to her. She slid down his body and took his softening but still impressive cock in her mouth to clean off their juices and bring him down gently from his sexual high. I wanted to stay and film more, but I was worried about his response since I didn't ask first, so I carefully shut our bedroom door.
“God, that was hot,” my wife said behind me, startling me out of my seat. “I didn't know you recorded that, I thought that moment was between him and me.”
“I'm sorry, I can delete it.”
“No, please don't, I love it. In fact, when Jeff gets here, I want to show it to him. I'm hoping we can pick up right where we left off.”
Just then, her phone chimed, and Alicia jumped with excitement. “he’s right around the corner!”
I glanced back at my wife as she turned to leave. She was wearing a long, tight red dress with a slit that came up almost to her waist. If she was wearing panties, I didn't see them as the slit opened up as she walked. The front wrapped around her neck and cupped each breasts, exposing enough of the soft pink globes to show she wasn't wearing a bra either. The dress left her back completely bare, plunging almost to her ass crack. I couldn't help but think what I lucky guy Jeff was, I almost forgot she was my wife.
Our security camera turned on when his little red sports car entered the driveway and I called up the webcam on my computer screen to watch him approach. We don't live necessarily in a secluded area, but we had a small driveway and the front of our house is secluded from the street. Nevertheless, I wondered what the neighbors thought seeing the various cars come and go with my wife in the passenger seat. He stopped in front of our house, and Alicia ran out in her 5 inch fire engine red platform heels to greet him. She was there when he got out of his car and they embraced like two long lost lovers.
Being a hot wife didn't come naturally to Alicia. She still felt uncomfortable being viewed as a sex object. At her core she was still the shy and bookish redhead I met in the college library. Like myself, she was exploring a sexual fantasy she didn't think defined her as a person. 99% of her time she was just Alicia the Teen Counsewho in her spare time liked to curl up on the couch with her husband with a good book or movie.
That's what calmed my worries. No matter how many times I watched her leave the house dressed like a horny slut on a new man's arm, or how many men she defiled our wedding vows with in our own marital bed or how many selfies she sent me with some man's sperm dripping off her face and glasses, she was still the nervous and shy intellectual bookworm I first met and fell in love with.
Jeff bothered me though. He seemed different. My wife had been on pins and needles for a week after he called and said he was coming back. Watching them greet each other on the security camera, the way she molded her body to his as they open mouth kissed, the way her hands ran up and down his back and squeezed his ass the way she did when he was pumping her full of his sperm told me she honest to goodness missed him, and was happy to have him back in her life.
Did I need to worry she would leave me for him? He was a pretty ripped dude with an impressive cock, but he was dressed in a suit jacket over a turtleneck sweater and jeans and cowboy boots. He had a military style haircut and wore sunglasses all the time. Even Alicia agreed he looked like a douche. Alicia, a lifelong liberal and Hillary Clinton supporter, confided in me that he had voted for Trump and had a MAGA hat in the backseat of his car he would put on to tease her from time to time. They enjoyed each other sexually so much they agreed not to discuss politics, still, I couldn't imagine her been intellectually entertained by him. Nevertheless, there she was, giving him the welcome back greeting most men would die for from lifelong spouses.
When they broke their kiss, they had a brief talk, he seemed to want to just go, but she wanted him to come in for a moment, probably to see the video. She ultimately won, as she usually does.
It was always awkward greeting my wife's lovers, I knew this meeting would be even more so. I smelled his cologne before they entered the room. Alicia bounded in holding Jeff's hand.
“Honey, you remember Jeff?”
“Yeah. Hello.” I waved awkwardly. He unraveled one of his arms from my wife’s waist and extended a hand, and I stood to shake it. He grinned as his grip crushed my hand, and he didn't let go until I visibly winced, as if there was any doubt who the alpha male in the room was, and I sat back down.
“Honey, I was telling Jeff of the video you took. Want to show it to him?”
I still wasn't sure how he'd take it, seeing how he didn't know I was filming, but I started playing it anyways. My wife stood behind me and him behind her as the wet smacking and cooing and moaning from the audio filled the room.
"I remember that," he said with a smile. "Hey buddy," he said to me, smacking my shoulder, "I can see why you get into this shit, your wife is fucking hot when she gets fucked. Better to be the one doing the banging, but I guess this is the next best thing."
Despite knowing that kind of coarse language turns her off, Alicia giggled at his comment and thanked him for the compliment. As the video proceeded, I could tell their hands were all over one another as they watched themselves fuck. I was able to watch their reflection in the monitor glass. The extra height of her heels allowed her to grind her ass against his crotch as his hands caressed her breasts and stomach until he sought out the slit in her dress and pulled it aside. She parted her legs slightly to allow him to cup her pubic mound and run a finger between her labia.
"Damn, no panties, and you are sopping wet."
"I wanted to be ready for you.”
“You sure are, and then some.”
I could sense them shuffling around behind me, then I heard a zipper, then Alicia gasped as she gripped the back of my chair and her head appeared over my shoulder. She grunted into my ear as I felt her body jerk forward as he must have slid his cock into her. He grabbed her waist to stabilize her, but with her hands on the rolling chair I was sitting on, I couldn't help but feel each jolt as he bottomed out in her. At first I planted my feet firmly on the ground to keep from being pushed underneath my desk, but then I found myself pushing back slightly, as if I was helping to fuck my wife back and forth on his cock.
"Oh, he feels so fucking good, honey”, she panted into my ear. She looked behind her and exclaimed, "oh I just love your cock, Jeff. It's the best. I missed it so much.’’
Jeff just kept up with his fucking, keeping pace with their fucking on the screen. The sounds of moaning and slapping coming from the speakers strangely synched with the sounds in real life. Just as Alicia in the recording started begging for his sperm, Alicia’s movement slowed from the frantic back and forth to more sporadic, sharp thrusts.
As on screen Alicia professed her love for his cock and for him, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered “oh, honey, he's really letting go. I can feel his sperm shooting inside my womb.”
I wanted so much to take my cock out and jerk off, but I thought it would be awkward.
Jeff pulled his cock out and Alicia stood up. I swirled my chair in time to see her squat down and take his cock in her mouth.
“Did that make you feel good?” she cooed between sucks.
“Oh yeah, that was building up for awhile.”
“Hope you saved more for later.”
“Oh baby, I'm just getting started.”
I could hear Alicia’s mouth popping off his cock. “Well, I guess I should go get some panties now, or I'm going to leak your come all over the place.”
“As much as I prefer you going commando, with my leather car seats and all.”
“Honey, be a dear and go get me a pair of panties so I don't drip my lover’s sperm all over his leather seats.”
Alicia flipped her hair and looked over her shoulder at me, Jeff just looked down smugly as my wife cradled his balls.
I hated but loved when my wife did this to me. I had been a passive participant in my wife's sexual encounters before, but every now and then she made me be an active participant, either to humiliate me or show her boyfriend I was okay with what was happening.
Telling me to get her panties was sort of an inside way for her to gauge my reaction to what she was doing. Before a date, she'd ask me to pick out her panties. If I wanted her to be a total slut, I'd bring her a tiny g-string. If I wanted her to be more reserved, I’d bring her panties that covered more.
Honestly, I almost always picked the skimpiest ones, but this was a strange situation. I did feel unusually nervous about Jeff, but I always liked her stories when she let her slut flag fly with her boyfriends. Then there was the obvious copious amount of male ejaculate oozing out of her vagina and dripping onto the floor.
By the time I came back she was still sitting on her haunches mouthing Jeff’s flaccid cock, though it already seemed to be recovering. It still felt weird walking into a room where my wife was giving a guy a blow job, but it was the kind of thing a cuckold gets off on.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “getting a bit carried away there,” she said, tucking his cock back in his pants. “save this for later.”
She stood and took the panties I selected for her. They were a pair designed to not show any pantylines. It had a thin string that went up the crack of her ass, but had a large enough patch in the crotch to cover her whole pussy. She smiled noticing my thoughtfulness.
“Thanks,” she said as she stepped into them and pulled them snug. She straightened out her dress then grabbed Jeff’s arm.
“Well, we are off. Remember honey, Jeff is spending the night so get anything you may need in the morning out of the master bedroom and bathroom.”
She kissed me on the cheek and walked arm and arm with Jeff to the door.
“Oh yeah.” She turned to look at me and point to the splotch of goo underneath where she had been squatting. “Be sure to clean that up, wouldn't want a stain. Bye!”
She never cared about stains, in fact, she seemed to enjoy leaving stains from her couplings in various places in the house, and in her car and mine. She was enforcing to Jeff that she knew who the alpha male was, as if that was even a question.
