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The Unexpected Thrill of Spying on His Wife - Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-11-12 05:10:08 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Good morning," Avery said softly as she ran her fingers over Henry's chest.
"Good morning."
She kissed his neck and moaned softly - almost imperceptibly so - as her fingers moved down his chest and over his stomach. They went no further, but Henry marveled at a morning greeting of the kind he hadn't received in years. It seemed that the sex they'd had the night before - a feverish fuck on the couch where she'd cheated with his friend just a few hours earlier - had left a residue that remained with Avery come morning.
"That feels good," Henry said.
That was all the signal Avery needed to let her hand travel further south. Her fingers pushed into his underwear and she caressed his half hard cock while her lips worked his neck. Henry grew in his wife's hand and soon sported an erection that demanded freedom that his wife provided by lowering his underwear to his knees. He used his feet to take them the rest of the way and a moment later Avery was sitting astride his lap.
She rested her hands on his chest as Henry reached down and worked his fingers into her panties. He was surprised at how wet she was and equally surprised that he thought of Mary, the coworker he'd fooled around with the day before who'd also been quite wet, though he hadn't done more than rub her pussy through her panties.
"You're wet," he said. "Do you want my cock?"
It wasn't the sort of question that Henry typically asked of his wife and he saw the sense of delighted surprise register on her face before she nodded.
Henry, feeling emboldened, decided to push it a little. "I'm not sure I'm hard enough yet."
Avery scooted back until she was seated across his thighs and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him as he throbbed - he was definitely hard enough - and smiled before asking, "How about now?"
He wanted more. "I still don't think I'm hard enough yet. I think you need to use your mouth."
Avery studied his face for a second before her lips curled into a smile. She moved back further and her head sank into his lap. Her lips encircled his cock and Henry instantly thought of watching his wife suck another man's cock in their bedroom. He'd seen it on the hidden camera he'd placed in the room to confirm his suspicion that she'd been cheating. He'd watched her give a voracious blowjob to his friend Austin. Now he was thinking about that blowjob while getting one of his own. His cock was hard as a rock as competing forms of arousal - including the odd pleasure of being cheated on - swirled through his body.
After a few minutes of intensely pleasurable oral sex, his cock popped free from Avery's mouth and she looked at him. "How about now?"
Henry took his cock in his hand and stroked while Avery stared. He didn't say a word while masturbating inches from her mouth, though he could see the lust in her eyes.
"My balls need your attention," he said.
She didn't hesitate. Instead, she moaned before taking one of his balls in her mouth. Henry wasn't sure why, but his wife was clearly turned on at his assertion of control. She was doing a damn good job of pleasuring him, too, as her tongue felt incredible working the wrinkled skin of his testicles.
"I'm hard enough," he said once his own desire for her pussy became overwhelming.
Avery sat up, pulled her panties aside, and mounted him. She bathed his cock in the heat and wetness of her pussy, pressed her hands against his chest, and rode him until they both had loud orgasms. He spilled his load deep into her pussy and her thighs trembled on either side of him as she climaxed with her back arched and her head tilted back as if she was offering thanks to the gods for providing her with such pleasure.
Avery collapsed on top of him and Henry wrapped his arms around his wife and smiled. It was an odd situation he found himself in - he knew of his wife's cheating because of a hidden camera and she had no idea he was watching - but there was something intensely pleasurable about it and Henry had little interest in putting an end to any of it before he'd fully explored the many thrills available to him.
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Henry had just settled at his desk when his office door opened and Mary stepped inside. Her suit jacket was open and her blouse looked a little tighter around the breasts than usual, leading Henry to stare a longer than was appropriate.
"You look good," he said.
She shut the door and smiled. "I thought you might like this blouse." She reached up and loosened one of the buttons. The blouse opened and Henry saw a bit of delicate red lace that signaled that she'd worn a lovely bra to work.
"I do," he answered.
Mary came towards his desk, sat on the edge of it, and asked, "So...anything going on at home today?"
She was referring, of course, to the fact that Avery tended to cheat on Henry while he was at work. He'd confessed that to Mary at the bar the week prior and they'd subsequently made out in her car for a short while before he went home.
Working remotely made it easy for Avery to cheat during the day. It also made it a necessity for Henry to witness the cheating while at work, at least if he wanted to watch it live.
"I was just about to text you, actually," he said. "Because Avery just changed into lingerie, and that's a surefire sign that Austin's coming over to fuck her."
Mary's eyes lit up. "Can I watch?"
Henry nodded to the chairs on the other side of his desk and said, "Pull up a chair."
Mary did so as Henry brought up the hidden camera video feed on his tablet. Mary pulled the chair as close to his as she could right as the delicate scent of her perfume filled his nose.
"You smell good," he said.
Mary smiled. "I usually save this perfume for dates. I'll admit that I wore it hoping to intoxicate you."
"It's working."
She boldly reached over and stroked him through his slacks. "I thought about you this weekend. You're a good kisser, Henry, and you really know how to touch a woman."
"Yeah?"
Mary nodded and leaned in. They shared a kiss that bordered on being tender and it sent waves of pleasure through Henry's body.
"I thought about you too," he said, "though maybe you don't want to hear that I thought about you while I was fingering my wife."
She smiled. "Actually, I think I kind of like that. Did you like that you thought about me?"
"I did. I liked that I thought about how wet you were after the bar."
She moaned softly. "I was wet. Soaked, even. So much so that I had to masturbate when I got home."
Her stroking had lured his cock into an erect state and Henry's heart pounded as he considered the stupidity - in a thrilling way - of what they were doing. His office door was locked, but they could still get caught and that would severely impact his career. Avery's cheating had unlocked Henry's wild side, though, and self-destructive behavior suddenly seemed a great deal more appealing to him.
"Did you do more than finger your wife?" she asked.
Henry nodded. "I made her suck my cock and my balls."
Mary's eyes went wide. "You made her?"
"Well, I suggested that I wasn't quite hard enough to fuck her. I was, of course, but I wanted my dick sucked by my cheating wife, so I made it clear I wouldn't be fucking her unless she did as I desired."
"And she did?"
"She did, and I'm pretty sure she liked it."
Mary kissed his neck. "Every woman likes it when a man takes charge."
Henry wasn't sure that was true, but it seemed like his wife had enjoyed him taking charge that morning and it was rather obvious that Mary enjoyed it.
"Is that what you like?" he asked.
She looked at him and nodded.
Henry was tempted to unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and put Mary on her knees for a blowjob. She probably would have sucked him off with glee, but there was no reason to jump the gun. She'd come to his office to watch his wife fuck another man, so Henry was going to wait for that to unfold before he fully committed to cheating on Avery in the same manner she'd cheated on him.
The faint sound of the doorbell ringing came through the tablet's speaker. "Is that him?" Mary asked.
"Probably."
They watched the screen as she slowly rubbed his stiff cock through his slacks. They heard the muffled sounds of voices. Henry knew that Avery had greeted Austin in her lingerie, which meant they'd be getting right down to the business of fucking. He only hoped that they'd do so in the bedroom as that was the only place he had a camera.
"There they are," Mary said as Avery walked into the room with Austin behind her. "Oh, wow, your wife looks good in lingerie. Really good, in fact."
"I know," Henry replied as he felt a touch of jealousy at the notion that Avery regularly wore lingerie for Austin and almost never did so for her husband.
Austin took Avery in his arms and they kissed. His hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass. Then he picked her up like she weighed nothing at all. Avery wrapped her legs around him and the kissing continued.
"Wow, that's really sexy," Mary said. "Picking her up like that, I mean. I can see why she's into him."
Jealousy coursed through Henry. His cock surged, too. "Yeah? Is it the strength?"
"Yes," Mary answered. "A woman likes being with a strong man. It's instinctual, like he'd be a great protector if it came to that. It makes a woman's pussy wet. I wouldn't be surprised if some sort of display of strength was the reason your wife got wet for him in the first place."
Austin set Avery in the bed and peeled her panties off. Her ran his fingers up her stocking-clad legs and then laid between them and tended to her pussy with his tongue. Henry watched his wife moan while running her fingers through her lover's hair.
"Do you eat pussy, Henry?" Mary asked.
"I do," he answered. "I eat pussy well, too."
She stood and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor and revealed a pair of red lace panties that almost certainly matched her bra. Mary sat on the edge of his desk and spread her legs. "Show me."
Things had escalated quickly - they'd kissed and fooled around a bit in the car, but he'd only played with her pussy through her panties - but Henry was ready to go further. His wife was moaning in their bedroom while another man at her pussy and Henry felt oddly competitive. He couldn't eat out Avery in that moment, but he could eat out his coworker and he was damn sure going to do a good job of it.
Henry sank to his knees and pulled Mary's panties aside. She grabbed the tablet and held it in her hands while Henry plunged his tongue into her wet pussy and ran it up to her clit.
"Your wife really likes the way he eats her pussy," Mary said. "Fuck...what's his name?"
"Austin," Henry answered.
"And it really looks like Austin loves eating out your wife."
Henry found himself possessed by a need to prove that he too was good at eating pussy and that he loved doing it just as much as Austin seemed to. He devoted all of his energy to tending to his coworker's cunt, using his tongue and fingers to stimulate her in multiple ways. Henry was rewarded with a hand on the back of his head and a gentle moan - Mary couldn't be so loud that someone would hear - and it thrilled him to feel like he was doing a good job.
"That feels really fucking good, Henry," she said softly. "I don't know if you're as good as the man devouring your wife's pussy right now, but it feels really good."
Henry plunged three fingers inside her and found Mary's g-spot. He found himself caught up in the thrill of licking another woman's cunt while his wife was cheating on him.
"They're fucking," Mary said.
She pushed Henry's head from between her legs and slid off his desk. He moved to his chair and she sat next to him and set the tablet on his desk.
Henry reached between his coworker's legs and played with her pussy as he watched his wife ride another man's cock.
"Your wife...she's so sexy, Henry," Mary said. "The way she's riding him...I can see why you like watching this. I don't know, I'm not usually into porn, but I like this. It's better than porn, though. It's real."
"Plus it's kind of thrilling that they don't we're watching."
Mary leaned over and kissed his neck. "That makes it really fucking hot."
Henry's dick was hard as a rock and he could feel that her pussy was soaked. They were both turned on as they watched his wife cheat on him, like he'd found a kindred spirit in this kink he'd just discovered.
"Henry...you're going to make me cum," she said. "Fuck, that feels so good."
Henry was enraptured by the sight of Avery bouncing on his friend's cock, but there was no question it was made more thrilling by the fact that he had a partner in his voyeurism and he was more than happy to provide Mary with the pleasure of an orgasm, which swept through her body right as Avery threw her head back, unleashed a wild moan, and came on another man's cock.
As she came, Mary leaned over and kissed Henry's neck. She moaned softly into his ear and her hand found its way between his legs. She grasped his cock in the last moments of her climax and then let out a long, slow, deep breath before starting to stroke him.
"Which is your favorite position to watch them in?" she asked as Avery and Austin switched to missionary.
Henry's mind was foggy with desire as he considered her question. "Doggystyle, I think. When Avery is facing the camera, at least. There's something about seeing her face as he takes her from behind."
"You like witnessing her pleasure, Henry?" Mary whispered.
"I do," he answered. "I...I really do."
Austin's cock moved in and out of Avery's pussy in missionary. Her legs were spread fairly wide and while the hidden camera didn't capture a view of the actual penetration, the scene playing out in the bed was wonderfully lurid and detailed and Henry felt precum dripping from the tip of his cock and making a sticky mess in his underwear.
"It looks like he's gonna cum," Mary said.
She was right. Austin was fucking her harder and faster in the way a man sometimes did right before he climaxed. Avery ran her hands down her lover's back and grabbed his ass as she wrapped her legs around him. It looked like she wanted him as deep inside her as possible, like she wanted to feel a deep connection to the man she was fucking in the bed she shared with her husband. It turned Henry on to witness her passion for the man she'd chosen as her lover.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Mary said.
"I know," Henry replied.
It was obvious that Austin was cumming. He'd buried his cock inside Avery and his legs were trembling a little. Henry wasn't sure, but he thought it possible his wife had cum a second time, too.
"I think you should call your wife," Mary suggested. "Call her and tell her you can't stop thinking about her. Tell her you want to come home for a little fun."
Henry loved the idea as he watched his wife and her lover share a long, deep post-coital kiss while Austin's cock slowly moved in and out of her in that way a man sometimes loves to do even after he's cum.
Then Austin pulled out and Henry saw the smile on his wife's face as her lover backed out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. He saw her track Austin all the way to the bathroom with genuine joy on her face, and with good reason. He'd just made her cum at least once, so of course she felt affection for him in that moment.
Henry was overcome with jealousy as he witnessed that look of affection, though, and he resolved to call her as Mary had suggested.
He picked up his phone. He dialed. He watched as Avery rolled towards the nightstand. She looked at the screen. She no doubt saw Henry's name.
Then, to Henry's surprise, she answered.
"Hey, baby," she said.
Henry's heart pounded as he watched his wife grasp one of her breasts and then run a hand down her stomach and between her legs, like she found it exciting to talk to him so soon after another man's cock had been inside her.
"Your wife is quite the dirty little slut," Mary whispered into his ear. "I can be too, though."
She fell to her knees and moved between his legs. A moment later his cock was out of his pants and in her mouth. Henry choked off a moan.
"Henry, are you there?" Avery asked.
"Yeah, sorry," he said.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of a call?"
"I can't stop thinking about you," he answered as Mary swallowed most of his cock, both impressing and arousing Henry. "The last time we fucked...I don't know, it's just been on my mind all day. It was so...it was so hot."
"It was, wasn't it?"
Avery plunged three fingers into her pussy as Austin stepped out of the bathroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. Henry watched and for a moment forgot he was actually on the phone with his wife.
"Yeah, it really was."
Mary's head bobbed up and down in his lap as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth over and over.
"I want to come home, Avery. Right now. I want you. I crave you. I have to have you. Do you think you could take a little time away from work?" he asked.
She pumped her pussy with her fingers. "Yes. Come home, Henry. Come to me. Come to our bedroom. I'll be waiting for you. I'll even put on lingerie for you."
Henry hoped she'd be in the same lingerie she'd worn for Austin. He hoped she wouldn't change.
"In fact, I'm already wet for you," Avery added.
"I'm already hard for you," he answered.
They were both simultaneously telling the truth and lying. Henry knew it was dangerous and a little fucked up on both their parts, and yet he found the whole thing utterly enthralling.
"Get here quickly, baby," Avery said.
"I will."
She hung up and Henry looked down at Mary, who was gleefully fellating him. She did so for a handful of seconds more and then pulled back, stroked him a little, and asked, "Will you be leaving?"
He nodded.
"Can I stay and watch you fuck your wife?"
"Will you masturbate while you do so?"
She nodded.
"Then yes, you can stay."
Henry got up and tucked his cock into his slacks. He gathered his keys and wallet from his desk drawer, waited a short spell for his erection to deflate, and then rushed out of the office and headed home.
There was no indicator that Austin - the best man at Henry's wedding - had been at the house. Everything looked exactly as it had when Henry left that morning.
Avery was in their bed in the same lingerie she'd worn for Austin. Henry was astounded at the sudden rush of arousal he felt at the notion of fucking his wife in the same delicate underwear she'd worn for another man.
"You look incredible," he said.
"I'm still wet for you," she replied. "I'm glad that you called. I came so hard when you fucked me on the couch the other night. You fucked me so good, Henry. Are you going to fuck me like that again?"
He stepped into the room and stripped out of his work clothes as he thought of Avery and Austin fucking in the bed. He saw his wife riding his friend's cock. He saw Avery wrapping her arms and legs around Austin as he came while deep inside her. It filled Henry with lust and jealousy and a desire to compete for his wife's affection.
"Yes, I'm going to fuck you like that again," he answered. "I want to watch you masturbate, though. Play with your pussy for me. Play with your tits."
Avery grasped one of her breasts and rubbed her pussy in slow circles as Henry stroked himself. He thought of Mary watching, of how good her mouth had felt on his dick, of the wild twists and turns his sex life had taken in recent weeks.
"Suck your fingers clean," Henry instructed.
Avery smiled and slowly lifted her fingers to her lips. She took them in her mouth, closed her eyes, and sucked them clean in a manner that made Henry's loins tingle.
"Do you taste good?" he asked.
Avery nodded with her fingers still in her mouth. "I do. You should taste me. You should put your tongue deep inside me."
He'd eaten her out on the night they fucked on the couch. He'd eaten her out not long after Austin's cock had been inside her and Henry suspected that she'd thoroughly enjoyed that. He was surprised at how much he liked that his wife was clearly getting off on cheating on him. He was getting off on it too, though, and he gladly crawled between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her.
"Does it taste good?" she asked. "Does my pussy taste good, baby?"
"Your pussy has never tasted better."
Avery closed her eyes and moaned. Henry moaned too, in no small part because he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he was tasting his wife's pussy not long after his friend had been inside her.
"Henry...fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me and cum inside me."
Henry crawled forward and kissed his wife as Avery guided his cock inside her. He slowly buried every inch in her and wondered if she felt looser than usual because Austin had fucked her or if she was just really turned on.
"Fuck me hard," she said.
Henry smiled and fucked his wife hard, just like she wanted. He ran a hand down her torso and gave her ass a squeeze before his fingers found their way to her breasts. He was a little rough with them, but Avery moaned louder. Henry kissed her neck while he grabbed both her wrists and pushed them above her head before pinning them to the bed with one hand.
He pushed himself up with one hand and fucked his wife harder. He thought of Mary watching and masturbating at his desk. He wondered if she was enjoying herself anywhere near as much as he was enjoying himself.
"Does that feel good?" Henry asked.
Avery smiled. "I like it when you fuck me like this, Henry. I want this version of you in my life more often."
She was challenging him and making it perfectly clear that this version of him had disappeared at some point during their marriage. Henry felt invigorated, though. Her pussy felt astoundingly good wrapped around his cock and he wasn't sure he'd ever been as hard as he was in that moment, such was the level of arousal coursing through him.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum," Avery announced.
Henry wasn't going to cum. He was going to hold off. He fucked his wife to an orgasm, though. To a loud, beautiful orgasm. He buried his dick inside her and released her wrists from his grasp as she climaxed. She pulled him close and wrapped her legs around him in the same way she'd done with Austin.
"You're incredible," she whispered.
"Yeah? Did you cum hard on my cock?"
"I did. I did. How can I make you cum, Henry? How can I make my husband cum? Do you want my mouth? Do you want my pussy?"
He smiled. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Avery returned his smile with one of her own and he saw genuine desire in her eyes too. He pulled out and directed her to crawl towards the end of the bed. She did so - again with a smile - and he moved behind her.
Henry guided his cock into his wife's pussy and then leaned forward until his body was pressed against hers. He kissed her upper back, shoulders, and neck, and then slowly lifted his torso.
Henry grabbed Avery's hips and began to fuck her. He did so with long, deep thrusts. She pushed back each time, too, and let out a lovely moan.
He fucked her harder. He watched the flesh of her ass ripple with every thrust. He listened to her moans get louder and he added more than a few of his own.
Henry reached forward and grabbed a handful of his wife's hair. He wasn't sure he'd ever done that, but it felt so fucking good in that moment. He pulled back slowly and then spanked her ass.
"Fuck me, Henry," she begged. "Fuck...fuck me hard. Pound me. Please."
Avery reached back to play with her clit while Henry gave her what she wanted. He fucked his wife hard from behind. He fucked her like he'd watched Austin fuck her. He wondered if she was thinking about him. He wondered if she preferred having him fuck her from behind.
That made him fuck her harder. That made him pound her. Jealousy and lust and a competitive fire rushed through Henry's body as he neared his orgasm.
"I'm close," he said. "Cum with me, Avery. Cum with me!"
They came together. He buried his dick inside her and then pushed down on her lower back until she fell forward onto her stomach. Henry followed with his dick still inside her as he emptied his balls and his body shook from the tremors of sexual release.
"Fuck," was all he could manage to say in the aftermath of his climax.
"I know," she replied. "It's a shame you have to go to work. I'd be happy to get fucked like that all day long."
Henry believed her. After all, he was the second man inside his wife that day and she seemed to enjoy his cock just as much - if not more - than Austin's. He did have to get back to work, though, so eventually Henry pulled out, got dressed, and left with his wife still in their bed, this time with his cum dripping out of her.
"I love you," he said on his way out.
"I love you too," she replied with a smile.
Henry headed back to work feeling like a new man. Was it possible that his wife's cheating would turn out to be among the best things that had ever happened to him?
