I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.
Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.
We were both sitting on the couch watching TV. She was on her phone as usual. I thought she was just playing Candy Crush (not an uncommon occurrence) at first, but no. It had been less than 20 minutes since activating the logging, that my phone received a ping. An IP-address owned by Tinder. I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just an ad or something though, so I had enabled a “man in the middle” option that I could activate at will. Essentially it allowed me to force her secure connection to Tinder to be insecure between her phone and the firewall, allowing me to read the traffic. No doubt her phone would throw an alert upon activation, but I knew she’d ask me about such a technical thing, and I would say it was normal.
5 seconds after activation, her phone dinged and sure enough, she asked me what it meant. I said it was normal and to accept the new SSL certificate. Her traffic was now secure between my network and tinder, but not between her phone and the network. I know, I’m devious sometimes. I’m also a sadist and she’s a masochist, but that’s another story.
**Some background, I guess?**
I should probably mention that the concept of monogamy was foreign to both of us. The very idea of fucking only one person for the rest of our lives, were inherently limiting our pleasure. We both worked a lot, and between work life, kids, and the normal every day grey existence, sex was a pleasure we weren’t going to limit ourselves in. That being said, communication is always key. If she wants to fuck someone, I need to be notified. If she wants to blow the neighbour, I would have the chance to say no, since he’s sort of our landlord and it’d be awkward at meetings.
So merely communicating on Tinder was not a problem. She didn’t tell me – THAT was a problem.
I let the logging run. At around 10 PM she went to bed. I stayed up. I had some digging to do of course.
Reading logs from a MItM attack (Man in the middle attack) is not as straightforward as reading chat messages. It’s littered with giant amounts of hex-data which could be anything from images, sound, video and whatnot, as well as meta-data like exact-to-the-micro-second-time, date, and other things I don’t care about at all. Apparently, Tinder requests a FUCK TON of GPS data too and it communicates a lot of it to Facebook. Something to be aware of.
Sound and Video data is a pain the ass to re-create from pure text form, but images are easier. Merely copy/paste into a little program and presto!
My dear Candice apparently has an affinity for really sexy selfies. The Meta-data told me they were taken while I was still at home. The really juicy pictures were taken elsewhere though – at work.
I could only see images that were sent during the evening, but damn, were they great. One was of her, bending over a bathroom sink at work, her way too short skirt hiked up around her waist, black thong pushed to the side and her pink butt plug well seated inside. She brought a butt plug – to WORK. Now, that’s planning. The next few was sort of the same, but in one she was spreading her juicy pussy lips and in another she had three fingers inside her pussy. It was clear after viewing a few of them, that they were screenshots of a video she had recorded. At work!
My cock was straining against my jeans at this point.
What I really wanted to see though, were the conversations. And oh dear, she was a naughty slut when I wasn’t around… Well, she was a naughty slut when I was around too, but not like this! I won’t paste any actual convo’s but the highlight was the next meet they had set: tomorrow morning at 9 PM.
I guess I was getting freshly brewed coffee tomorrow too
My plan hatched. I was almost giddy.
First of all, I needed to control where they would fuck. Upstairs bedroom would be perfect for my purposes. So, I folded the kids’ clean laundry and placed it in neat little piles on the couch, and left it there. I knew she’d never mess with my order of things and if she asked tomorrow why it was still there, I’d just say I was too tired after all the folding and that’d be the end of it. And other than the bed, that’s really the only good place for a fuck, so not much more to take care of.
I set my alarm a little earlier so that she’d wake me up a little earlier. That way I’d have more time to get ready.
Sure enough, she woke me up early and I got into the shower before her. She wanted first crack at the shower, but that wouldn’t suit my needs at all. I got done quickly and got dressed. As she was going into the shower, I told her I was in a hurry and needed to leave. She looked positively gorgeous in her newly awakened, naked state. Tits as perky as the day we met, nicely groomed landing strip ending in a tight pussy that always tasted like horny heaven. And I knew precisely what she aimed to use it for this morning.
– “Okay honey, have a good day!” she yelled as she got in the shower.
I went out into my car, drove it around the street and parked, then ran back. I used the back door and closed it silently. I got out my DSLR camera and mounted it on top of the book case in the bedroom. A thin book underneath the camera allowed for it to be aimed slightly downward. I hit record when I knew it was aimed properly at the bed. The 128GB memory card would be able to record for several hours in Full HD without a problem.
Meanwhile, I positioned myself in our walk-in closet. Well, we call it that, but it’s really just a storage area for all the crap we haven’t unpacked since we moved in several years ago. There was no way anyone would open it to discover me. As an added bonus, there were several holes in the wall after a drunken night of shooting a not very soft air gun at it. Don’t ask… As luck would have it, the closet is right at the middle of the bed. I’d have a perfect view of anything that transpired.
Silently, I got a chair from the office and put it into the closet, got in and closed the door. I looked through one of the holes and was pleased with the view. I put my phone in Flight Mode and waited.
10 minutes or so passed before Candice walked into the bedroom wearing just a towel. She let it fall to the floor and walked over to her dresser. She got out some sexy lingerie I had bought for her. It consisted of a black, semi see-through thong and bra set, accompanied by stockings and garter belt. The garter belt was just for show, the stockings was kept in place by a material I could only describe as “magic”. But I digress.
She had shaved too. Not all of it, there was still that little landing strip that I enjoyed so much. She used to have a different shape, but I suggested a landing strip instead and she liked it too. I wonder if her new fuck toy enjoyed it..?
She had a change of heart. She dropped the bra, stockings and garter belt and put it back. Instead, she got out a body stocking. One I had not seen before. And oh my fucking god was it good. It was black, completely fishnet and crotchless. I wonder where and when she had gotten that?.. Well, there were a lot of things I didn’t know anymore, I suppose. After she had put that on, she posed in the full length mirror. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her hands wandered over her body. Slowly. Methodically. She grabbed an ass cheek and pulled a little. I could almost see her tight asshole behind her black thong. As if being reminded, she jumped and went to “the chest”.
The chest is where we keep all the fun toys. Floggers, whips, butt plugs, dildos, more floggers and so on. We call it The Chest because that’s what it is – a chest. And since we have kids (from previous relationships, none together) every other week, there’s a lock on it. The chest, btw, is in between my position and the bed, so when she went to open it, she bent over giving me one hell of a view. My cock was reminding me of its existence.
She picked up two butt plugs. One a little smaller than the other. “Warm-up”, I thought. A bottle of lube followed as well.
She crawled into bed on her hands and knees and pushed her thong to the side. It was a bit of a struggle to get it to stick there because of the body stocking she had on, but she managed eventually. Then she lubed up the smaller plug and began pushing it inside. To no one’s surprise, it went in easily. She laid down on her back and began touching herself. Before I could even get my dick out and start rubbing one out, she had begun pulling the little plug out and started to replaceit with the larger one. This one took a bit more work, but being a sucker for anal, it wasn’t too difficult.
Her excitement grew as she was frigging her little cunt faster and faster. She was close now, I could tell. She stopped. And then a little more. And she stopped. She was edging. That little slut wanted to build herself up properly for her lover. Good slut.
My dick felt harder than I had ever felt. Possibly harder than in my youth when hormones made it practically impossible to keep it soft.
There was a knock on the front door downstairs. This is it.
Leaving the butt plug lodged in her ass, she grabbed a robe and headed downstairs. The waiting game began. It was practically impossible to hear anything that was said downstairs from my current position, so I simply waited. And waited. It felt like hours, but was probably just a few minutes.
Finally, I hear the familiar squeaking stairs and see Candice, my sexy, slutty wife, come in and stand near the bed. She turns around, looking at the door to the bedroom.
– “Stop”, she says.
Clearly she’s speaking to whomever has still not entered the bedroom.
She begins to slowly remove the robe she’s wearing, exposing her body stocking and her pale white flesh beneath it.
– “Wow”, unknown male exclaims.
– “Oh there’s more”, she replies with a mischievous smile on her face.
Candice let’s the robe fall the rest of the way and turns around, bending over and grabbing the bed as she does so. I know he can see her plugged asshole now. I can also imagine what’s going through his mind. His cock is probably more than a little hard this point. Of course, if she’s seen this particular guy before, this part can’t be new to him.
She slowly crawls up onto the bed, ass aimed at him.
– “Ok you can come here now. You know what to do”.
– “Yes ma’am”.
Oh this is getting good. I mean bad. I mean… wait, what the fuck am I really hoping for here!? Am I enjoying this a little too much? Have I forgotten about her deception? Do I even care? So many questions run through my mind and my head is getting tired from seeing with only one eye through a tiny hole through the door.
He walks into view now, and I can finally see what he looks like. I don’t know why I was surprised. I guess it was just the cliché of it all.
He was muscular, tall, black man. And she was on all fours, putting herself on display. He’s dressed for business. Pants suit, tie, the works. Tie and shirt comes off first, thrown on the chair behind him, almost from muscle memory. Yea, he’s been here before.
She quickly spins around as if she might miss something otherwise. Candice is on her hands and knees in bed. He’s standing on the floor with his pants-covered cock inches away from her face. She grabs hold of his belt and fumbles with it. He helps her. She unbuttons his pants as if unwrapping a gift at christmas. She looks almost giddy. It might be my imagination (probably – most likely) but her ass looked like it shot out in anticipation of being invaded by his cock.
Finally his pants drop to the floor and he steps out of them. In one quick move, she yanks his underpants down, exposing a respectable dick. It’s pretty damn hard (well, duh) and she wastes no time. She grabs it and shoves it into her mouth. His head is thrown back in pleasure as her tongue works the head properly. I know her technique well, and she knows how to work a cock to get it primed for her hole(s).
Not content with her back and forth, he grabs her hair with his powerful hands and begins fucking her mouth. She gags a little but he don’t seem to mind. Neither does she, apparently. The treatment seems to be working because one of her hands finds her thong-clad clit and begins rubbing it vigourously. His grip switches. Her hair is now in one of his strong hands, freeing the other to smack her ass. And smack it, he does. Several times. She screams with his cock his her throat.
He’s taking control now. He yanks her head off his cock, hand still fully engulfed in her hair. Using his grip, he forces her to the foot of the bed. Still on all fours, he lets go of her hair and gets on the bed. He’s behind her now. Judging from her closed eyes and open mouth, he’s teasing her with his cock against her little panties. He pulls them to the side. A little “aahh” escapes her mouth as his dick makes contact with her outer labia.
Her eyes opens wide and her face contracts. He’s entering her tight pussy now.
I become painfully aware of my situation. I’m essentially staring my wife right in the face as she’s being fucked by big black cock on our bed. And she has no idea I’m even there. A tiny little sound from me, and this game is over.
Her face goes from pain to pure bliss in almost no time at all. He’s slowly fucking her from behind now, and she’s very much enjoying it. Wet cunt-slapping sounds ensue as his pace quickens. She’s yelling out all kinds of words that god-fearing people would cringe at hearing, but it’s all music to my ears. So far I have refrained from jerking off, even though I have since long free’d my (also respectable) male member from the confines of my pants. And underpants. But now, it’s hard not to. I grab it and very slowly stroke myself to the sounds, smells and visuals of what’s happening right in front of me.
– “You ready?”, he asks.
A smile spreads across her face. I have no idea what’s going on. They’ve only been at it for a few minutes? She doesn’t like anything under 30 minutes, so her smile is baffling to me. I’m made aware though.
In what looks like one single motion, he pulls out, puts one leg on each side of her whilst she flips around and lays on her back. He grabs his dick and starts jerking it into her face. White spurts of cum lands in her face, her mouth and over her tits.
Yea, she’s clearly fucked him many times before and this is their little routine.
– “Round two”, he states like some odd fact.
Oh, ok. Now it makes more sense. There’s no way she’d fuck anyone who could only last a few minutes. That man would be dumped quicker than a… uhm… I can’t think of anything clever in my current state. So n/m. You get the point.
She flips back onto all fours. She’s staring at me (well, sort of), with her beautiful face covered in semen and smiling like she just discovered Disneyland. The smile is replaced with an “O” face though. A sexy expression, no doubt. Her lover is tugging at her plug as he’s kissing and licking her cheeks and around her asshole. Slowly but surely he pulls on it. It escapes the confines of her asshole with a little “pop”. He throws it aside, grabs the lube and gets his dick – and her entire ass region, slick with the stuff. Lube I bought, btw. But who cares at this point.
Not one to waste time, he sticks the head of his dick inside. She is showing no pain, just pure pleasure. I love this sexy little anal slut. His hands come to rest on the small of her back, right where her youthful mistake is permanently inked in place. Slowly pushing her down, impaling her asshole on his cock. Her eyes are closed, clearly enjoying the sensations of having her ass filled with his black, veiny dick.
– “Oh god, please fuck me good”, she tells him.
– “What? Has your husband not done his job recently?”, he retorts
– “He has not fucked my ass in a few weeks. And that is why you’re here so get on with it!”
Well, she’s not wrong.
Being a non-moron, he doesn’t push further but instead does what she asks. What follows is an ass-fuck the likes of which I have never seen before. We have a shared subscription to kink.com, and nothing on it comes even close to what is being shown in front of me right this second. He fucks her breathtakingly hard for over 40 minutes in every position I could think of, and a few more.
Sweating profusely, still rock-hard cock, he grabs her hair, stands her up and has her place her hands on the window. We’re on the second floor and the window overlooks a large part of the neighbourhood. I know for a fact that if anyone were to look up, she’s be spotted. Easily. He does not care at all though. Neither does she. Perhaps she’s a bit of an exhibitionist too?
Maintaining his grip on her hair, he shoves his cock back into her ass and fucks her against the window. Her arms quickly grow weak and finally she’s resting her face and tits against the cold window. He speeds up, finally ending their fuck session by emptying his balls into her asshole. As his orgasm ends, he grabs her almost gently, and place her back on the bed. She’s lying on her side now, recuperating.
– “Thanks. You can leave now”, she says.
– “Uhm, I think I need a shower though?..”, he suggests.
– “You heard me!”
She was not having it.
He picks up his things, puts on his clothes, and leaves. I hear the door downstairs open and close, and a car driving off.
She’s just lying there. Spent. Unable to move. Is she feeling guilt?
Nope. No guilt whatsoever. She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs and brings her hand down to her cunt and massively fucked asshole. It’s leaking cum. LOTS of cum. I find myself wondering how that’s possible since that was the second load.
She sort of “scoops” it up with a finger and starts masturbating with it. Apparently, she’s a bit of a cum slut too? I’m learning a lot about my wife this morning. And then, I learn something else.
– “Oh god, if only Mark could see me now”.
Yea, that’s me.
You know how when you’re horny enough, all reason goes out the window? Sort of like when you’re “just drunk enough” to still have control, but not really care about the consequences? Yea, that was me at this point. And hearing that, I couldn’t NOT take some sort of action.
I stood up, slowly and silently exited my pants, and even slower opened the door to my pervy, voyeuristic place I had called home for the past hour. Her eyes were closed, as always when she masturbated, so that worked in my favour.
I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her (with both eyes now). My dick was hard as steel and protruding somewhat proudly. I had no fucking clue what to say, so I said the first thing that came to my mind.
– “Nice show”.
– “WHAT THE FUCK!? How did… where did… what are you doing home!?”
– “Never mind that”.
Her face was red as that sexy dress I bought for her a year or so back. Silk. Mmm did wonders for showing off her stiff nipples. I digress again.
– “Never mind?!”
– “Yea considering what you just did, I don’t think you should be asking too many fucking questions. You will answer one however.”
She knows she’s busted. She also knows my dick is hard as a rock. Conflicting, I’m sure. But I was in control now and she wasn’t gonna get off easy.
– “What question!?”
– “You just said “What if only Mark could see me now”. I wanna know, what did you mean by that?”, I asked as I touched her sweaty thigh.
My protruding dick was inches from her face now. My hands slowly wandering up her thigh, inching closer and closer to her cum-covered, well-fucked holes.
– “I…”
– “Yes!?”
– “I…”
A sigh escaped her lips.
– “I… was thinking that if you were here… you could… uhm… lick my pussy… and… ass”.
My dick jumped a bit.
– “You want me to eat your freshly fucked cunt and asshole? Holes that have been filled and covered with another mans cum?”
The shame came over her like a tsunami. As if her escalated state of horniness had made her blurt something out. Something she wasn’t “supposed” to. Something she was ashamed of. A fantasy. A fantasy that made her go so far as to take a lover, have her fill her up so she could finish it off with some masturbation. That’s why he was made to leave so quickly – he was not part of the second act at all. I was. In her fantasy at least. Now that I was actually here, she couldn’t help herself.
– “Please?”
I decided that there’d be time for talking this over later. Right now though, my wife was hornier than I had ever seen her. My sadistic side made me want to tie her up and leave her there to stew in her state. But there would be more to come later on, I was sure of that. So that could wait. I was now in a position to fulfill her fantasy, and I was not gonna let stupid shit like a bruised ego stand in the way of that.
– “Flip over you fucking cum slut”, I told her in the most dominant way I could.
A little smile appeared on her face.
– “Yes, sir”, she replied like the good slut she is.
I must admit, the entire experience thus far, finished off with an up-close and personal view of her body stocking-clad body and freshly fucked asshole, was intoxicating. I dove head-first into her pussy and started licking like possessed. Funny enough, my dick was reminding me that it needed release even more now.
– “Oh please sir, my asshole too!”, she complained.
I may have lost all sense of time and space. I stuck my tongue up her asshole as well. Her hand shot down to her clit and she started frigging like a woman possessed. I decided this was enough of this. I grabbed her hair, standing her up just like her lover had done previously. I placed her at the window for all of the neighbourhood to see. She was scared now, I could tell. Was this revenge?
I put my un-lubed cock against her asshole and her body responded almost on instinct. Her ass pushed back on it. The asshole coated thick with her lovers cum and my saliva, the head of my dick slid in easily, and so did the rest of the shaft. Grabbing her hips, I fucked her for a mere 5 minutes until I unloaded inside her. I, however, did not put her in bed. Instead, I slowly pulled out and let the cum dribble out. On to my cock. When it was well coated with my (and her lovers, probably) cum, I forced her down on the floor and told her to clean my dick and that there’d be no discussion of the matter.
She knew I meant it.
She engulfed my dick and moaned as it slid into her mouth and down her throat.
She was my slut yet again.
– “Hey honey,” I started
– “Ya?”
– “See that camera up there?..”
# EOF
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