We have a home surveillance system.

The type of cameras that allow us to check on our belongings from outside the home. Joan said we should get a full system because we travel so often. “That way we can be totally sure, when we’re on the road, that nothing’s gone wrong.”

I was down with the idea mostly because I have always had a hard-on for tech. I like to be up on the latest gizmos and gadgets. What I did not realize when we agreed to install the devices was that Joan had ulterior motives. Ones that have worked surprisingly well for our marriage. Yes, video cameras took our relationship to a whole new level.

Let me rewind. When we first got together, my beautiful Joan said she loved me, but explained that she couldn’t limit her libido to just one man. “What do you mean?” I asked her, totally baffled. I’d been with my share of women before Joan, but none had ever been as forthcoming as she was about her desires. With most of my ex-girlfriends, I’d had to really work to coax them to share their fantasies. Joan wasn’t like that at all. She took me out to dinner, told me she wanted to fully commit to our relationship, but only if I could accept her for how she was.

I looked her up and down. How she was? She was fucking gorgeous. With her blonde mane of curls and her vibrant blue eyes, she looked like an all-American-dream come true. Add in her body, lithe and fit, all lean limbs and tanned skin, and she hit my pleasure points without lifting a pinkie. But what she said next made alarm bells ring throughout my whole body.

Another type of woman might have had to take a sip of alcohol for courage. Not Joan. She let me have a sip of my own wine, and then she said, “I want to be in a relationship with you, Charlie.” I was pleased to hear her words. The seriousness of her expression had worried me for a moment. She ran one stockinged foot up the inside of my leg. “But I need to be with other people, too.”

“You need to what?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly. Her toes were stroking my package now. I knew the tablecloth was hiding her footsie games, so I had to do my part to act cool, calm, and entirely collected, even though my cock had sprung to attention. 

“I won’t love them like I love you,” she continued. “But I’ll need them. And you can watch, if you want.”

I blinked a few times and stared at her. Those toes of hers pushed a little harder against my groin. I bit down a groan.

“What do you think about that?” she asked. For the first time, she looked a little nervous. I caught the color to her cheeks now. Maybe she’d been at this place before. Maybe she’d told another man before me that she wanted him — but she wanted more — and he hadn’t reacted well. I cleared my throat.

“I pulled on my rod as Buddy pressed his cock to Joan’s backdoor.”

I couldn’t believe she’d voiced my own desires so eloquently. I assured her that I was fine with her plan — because what I’d always wanted was to be with one woman and watch her with an endless parade of other players. Strangers. Friends. Vanilla sex. Kinky sex. Whatever. It’s the watching that gets me off like nothing else. Nothing close. Joan was so pleased she insisted we have sex right then. Well, not exactly then at the table. But in the parking lot. The whole time, she told me about what she’d do for me, how she’d make sure that all of my dirtiest, filthiest fantasies came true.

In the months that followed, I watched the trainer from her gym bind her to the bed and fuck her, our favorite handyman spank her silly, and the hot gardener blindfold her before she sucked his cock. She had sex with all these different men — and she did it not only for herself, but for me.

Still, it didn’t occur to me what she was plotting when she had the security cameras installed in our home. Not until she sent me the web link for the cameras while I was at work and told me to check if the vantage points suited me. I’d left everything in her capable hands. I was sure the video cameras would be fine where they were. But I clicked the link anyway, and that’s when I realized how slow I’d been.

Of course. With Joan there was always another shoe to drop. This time, she had set her sights on the man who’d come to install the equipment. As soon as the cameras clicked into action, Joan gave me a wink. She’d been waiting, I guessed, for me to activate the connection at my end. I sent her a text. “Looks good from here.” She responded verbally, “Just you wait.”

The handsome handyman turned to look at her. He was young and lanky, dark curly hair, brown eyes. He knew nothing of Joan’s plans.

“Did you say something?”

Joan shot me a look through the camera’s eye. Then she said, “I wanted to thank you for all of your hard work.” When she said the word “hard,” she lingered. Hard in Joan’s world means something unique. Hard is a word she can lick with the tip of her tongue. Now we’d see if the handyman would catch on, if he would understand the type of pleasure and wonderment that my sweet wife was offering. He tilted his head a little bit. I watched him take her in. Take her in the way I take her in — all of her luscious beauty running through his mind. Was he thinking of fucking her pussy? Or maybe her ass? Was he imagining her mouth on his dick? Or his tongue in her slit?

Joan shot me another look. The man said, “No problem, ma’am. It was my pleasure.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” Joan said, and then she started to undress. That fucking amazing body of hers came out to play in seconds — her white peasant blouse up and off, her jeans down and kicked away. The man coughed. He seemed out of his league. Joan took him by the hand and led him to the bed. I wasn’t as close as I usually am. Often, I get to sit on the edge of the mattress while Joan takes care of her lovers. But this was good in a different way. A new way.

Joan spread her legs. She started to touch herself. The man said, “I should… ”

“Oh, yes, you should.”

Her fingertips strummed her slick, shaved pussy. I knew that later on this evening I would be tasting that sweet snatch myself. I’d be up in there, my face to her cunt, licking all of her juices away and hopefully tasting the tang of this man’s spunk as well. My cock vibrated fiercely at that thought.

The young buck looked around the room with almost awestruck panic. Was this a joke? Was she serious?

“What’s your name?” Joan asked.

“Buddy,” he said, almost as if he had never spoken before.

“Get your ass over here, Buddy,” Joan said. As soon as she said the words, he seemed to understand that this was no dream. This was real. And forever, he would be telling his friends about the time that a beautiful blonde had fucked him. Just fucked him. Totally out of the blue. He joined her on the bed. She nearly tore his clothes off him. Soon, I was watching my wife and her video pro star in their own X-rated movie.

A little belatedly, I checked my office door to make sure it was locked. I did not want to be disturbed. I slid on headphones so I could listen to the sounds of my wife and her lover without worrying about any of my coworkers. Then I unbuttoned my slacks, unzipped my fly, and took out my dick. I was going to come when she did. That was my plan.

Joan, of course, had a plan of her own. Multiple plans, or so it seemed. She had instructed Buddy to position more than one camera in the bedroom. I wondered how she’d explained that. “We keep precious items scattered all around the room?” I could guess that she’d made a serious argument for their need. Now, I flicked from one angle to the next, and I could see Joan take him in her mouth. He was big and thick, thicker than me. But I didn’t care. What I cared about was watching my wife deep-throat this new lover boy of hers. She got up on her haunches and then tackled him to the base of his bone. He put his hands on her shoulders and let his head fall back. I clicked from camera to camera. There were four! My baby had done me right, and she was doing him right. That was for sure.

She got his dick slick and slippery, then moved so that she was facing the headboard, offering herself to him from behind. He seemed to understand what she wanted, and he also appeared to be a lot less insecure than he’d been at the start of the show. He held her hips, slotted his spit-slick dick between her primed pussy lips, and plunged. I went clickety-click from camera to camera, trying to decide which angle worked the best for me. Did I want to watch Joan’s face? Did I want to see the spot where they were joined? The answer to all of those queries was: yes. Yes, I did. Whatever I could. Anything I could get.

Later, I would have Joan tell me how he’d felt inside her. I’d want her to explain which part of the ride was different from when I’m fucking her. For now, I could only watch. That’s what I thought at first. Until Joan began talking. Thank God I had my headset on. My wife can be dirtier than fuck when she wants to be. She let loose now.

“Oh, Jesus, that’s perfect. Your dick hits me in all the right spots.”

He seemed pleased with her words. Then she kept going. “I want to feel you in my ass.”

There was nothing for a second. He had frozen. So had she. So had I, truth be told. His dick in her ass? Would she like that? I knew she would. Joan loves anal, especially with a new man.

“Do you have lube?” His question came out whisper-soft.

Joan pointed, and he followed her lead. Then he slid out of her tight snatch and slicked himself up. I got to see his hand working his shaft. He was dripping pre-come with anticipation. We had something in common because I was, too.

My wife knew which camera to pout for. She gave me a pretty smile, and then she turned and pulled her ass cheeks apart, so that her little backdoor winked at me. I groaned and then bit my lip to silence myself. It would do me no good to raise the concerns of my coworkers. My cock was practically jerking itself. I held on tight and pulled on my rod as Buddy pressed his cockhead to Joan’s backdoor. One push and he was in. Joan cried out. I wished I could. Buddy held her tightly by the hips and sawed his lubed pole in and out. My lithesome wife toggled her clit while he fucked her, frigging herself faster and faster. I switched from camera to camera, so I could follow in their actions in as much detail as possible.

When Buddy came, he howled. Joanie didn’t reach her limits at the same time. She held on, and I wondered if she was guessing what I needed in order to come. With a grin, she looked directly at me. Then she said, “You’re next, baby. Come on home. Fill me up. You know I’m waiting.”

I came in my fist, knowing I’d be hard again by the time I reached our house. Knowing that Buddy would be gone, but that Joan would be waiting. Another man’s cream would be inside her. Her body ripe and ready for all I had to give.

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