I’d been away from home for two days for what I’d told my wife would be a three-day business trip.

I knew I could finish all my work in two days, but that’s not what I told my wife. My reason for lying to her wasn’t what you’d think, though. My guess is that most men would do it so they’d be able to return early to see if their wife was cheating on them. My reason was just the opposite — or, it was the same, but with a twist.

I know my wife frequently screws other men because she always tells me about it. Recently, I discovered that there’s a spot in the loft of our garage that lets me see into the bedroom without having anyone in the bedroom see me. I hadn’t been looking for a hiding place, but while I was up in the loft, I happened to catch my wife in bed with one of my friends, and I wanted to see her in action again. Only this time, I’d be able to hear as well as see, as I’d put in a high-quality intercom. When I had it installed, I told Karen it was so she could find out who was at the door without running downstairs, and we could also talk between the kitchen and bedroom without yelling. She loved the idea, and she was always showing off the intercom when friends came over.

I got home a couple of hours before Karen would be able to leave work that day and had taken a cab from the airport so I wouldn’t have to hide my car. I grabbed some beers from the fridge in the garage and brought them up into the loft so I’d have them for later.

I heard Karen drive up about 15 minutes earlier than I’d anticipated, making me think she was probably expecting someone to drop by. Our house is located on a four-acre lot that is heavily wooded, providing privacy and seclusion, so we never close the blinds. Having the windows open lets us enjoy the early morning sunrises and see the passing wildlife. Having the privacy of the woods also makes it possible for my wife to entertain visitors without any nosy neighbors interfering in her business.

I heard another car approach a few minutes later, and maybe 10 minutes after that, my wife walked into the bedroom followed by a man I recognized as the golf pro from our club. His name was Rob, and he’d been trying to get into Karen’s panties for years. Normally my wife doesn’t play that hard to get, but she didn’t want to be just another easy notch on his bedpost. I’d heard two weeks earlier that he was leaving the club to take a job out on the West Coast, so I guess my wife’s curiosity had gotten the best of her and she’d decided to get a few private lessons before Rob left town.

Rob had a duffle bag with him, which meant that he was planning to spend the night in my bed, fucking my wife. I switched the intercom on and set it so that I would have a one-way live feed of all the sounds coming from the bedroom. I was pleased to find that the sound was even clearer than I’d expected. In fact, I could hear their breathing as Rob grabbed my wife and embraced her, planting a searing kiss on her lips as his hands clutched her ass and he pulled her tightly to him.

My wife melted into his arms, kissing him passionately as he unzipped the back of her dress and slowly peeled it off her shoulders. As her dress slid down, Rob didn’t stare at her breasts or start groping her right away but embraced her again and began kissing her neck and ears, a key move to getting into her pussy. Soon they were laying across the bed, with Karen in only her bra, panties and pantyhose.

I knew she’d worn the pantyhose because of Rob. She usually hates wearing them, but whenever she seduces a new man, she likes to appear modest and reserved, and she always dresses the part.

They kissed and groped each other for another 10 minutes or so before Rob finally removed her bra. He did his best to worship her tits, taking her firm breasts in his hands and squeezing them as he told her how beautiful they were. He kept at it for a few minutes, kissing and sucking her nipples before he moved to pull her hose down over hips.

Once her pantyhose were off, he stripped out of his clothes until he was in only his boxers, then reached to feel her pussy through her cotton panties. He moaned when he felt her pussy for the first time, saying, “I’ve never felt a woman so wet. I’d like to eat your pussy until you come on my face.”

Rob’s charm surfaced again as he told her how he was sure she had the most beautiful pussy and he really wanted to see it. Still playing the role of the demure housewife, Karen covered her face with a pillow while Rob took the last article of clothing from her body. He softly caressed her mound before lifting her legs and spreading them wide, exposing the pink pussy nestled in her curly pubic hair. Her thighs slowly parted, revealing her long labia, which were swollen from the extended foreplay. Her entire vulva glistened in the sunlight from the juice my wife was releasing. I was watching the action through my high-powered binoculars, so I could actually see her juices glisten as they dripped onto the sheet beneath her.

She clutched the sheets and moaned continually while Rob enjoyed the sweet fruits of my wife’s juicy cunt. He licked and kissed her from her pink puckered slit up to the swollen nubbin of her clit, giving her a gut-wrenching orgasm within minutes. After she caught her breath, he moved up to mount her, slipping what appeared to be about six inches of cock into her.

Rob had been waiting to get into my wife’s pants for so long that he couldn’t control himself. His hips became a blur as he humped her, and a minute later he let out a groan and I watched his buttocks flex as his semen spurted into my wife’s quivering cunt.

All was quiet except for their heavy breathing as they rested. After a few moments, though, my wife was ready to go again, and she asked Rob if he’d like her to suck his cock to get him hard before round two. He just about went out of his mind at her request, and when she went down on him, he really went crazy. She had him gushing a hot load down her throat in a very short time, and she kept sucking him until he was hard again. Then she rode him to the finish line.

I waited for them to finish and for Rob to leave before I went into the house and surprised my wife with my early return. I didn’t say anything about having watched her, but considering she was still sweaty and dripping come, she knew she’d been busted. Lucky for her, I like sloppy seconds.

I can rest assured that my wife is never lonely when I’m away from home, and I know she’ll always tell me about her affairs. And I’ll always love my little nymphomaniac, no matter how many men she takes between her lovely thighs, because I know she’ll always come home to me.