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Elizabeth texted me: “I have a surprise for you.” My work meeting had recently ended, and I figured she was just teasing me. Then she sent a second text, “Check out the nanny cam.”

We don’t have kids, but we do have a nanny cam because one time Liz thought the dog walker was being mean to our Frenchie. She was wrong, but the nanny cam stayed, so I could peek in on Bella while I was at the office. What can I say? I love that little pup.

Anyhow, I went to the app for the camera and launched it. A small window opened, revealing a startlingly clear image, and I froze.

Liz was sitting in her home office on the desk. Her legs were crossed, her tits barely contained by her black V-neck sweater. She was talking to a man, who I guessed was a client. She’s a certified organizer and had just started working from home.

I could only see the guy’s back, but he seemed tall and broad. He was sprawled in one of her two visitor chairs, which seemed utterly diminutive under his large frame.

Liz always goes for top of the line equipment. So, of course, the camera had audio capabilities.

“How does that sound to you?” she asked him. She looked right at the camera, certain I was watching.

“Sounds good.” He shifted in his seat, as if uncomfortable.

Liz uncrossed and recrossed her legs and said, “You know, Mitch, I can’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”

He sat up straight then, giving a nervous little laugh. I could still only see the back of his head and his extremely broad shoulders.

“Yeah, I apologize. I know you’re married, but you are a very attractive woman. I apologize if I’ve made you feel uncomfor —”

My wife silenced him by letting her high heel fall off her right foot and putting her toes in his lap. I saw his back flex from the surprise.

“I am married, but we have an… arrangement.”

He sat up even straighter.

She held out her hand, and he took it. When he stood, I saw how big he truly was. At least two heads taller than Liz.

She pointed toward the bookcase, where the nanny cam sat.

“He’ll be watching. And that turns me on. Does it turn you on?” she asked Mitch.

When he looked right at the camera, I saw how handsome he was. Dark hair, dark eyes and a square jaw. Staring intently, I thought I could tell his dick was already hard for Liz beneath his nicely tailored suit.

“I’m not upset about it,” he said with a small chuckle.

“You’re OK that he’s watching?” she asked. She ran her slender finger along the length of his fly.

If I focused, I could imagine exactly how that felt. Exactly what that gesture would do to me. It would trigger a thrilling lurch in my belly, an ache in my balls and a twitch in my cock. I’d want to turn her around, bend her over and fuck her right there.

And looking at Mitch, that’s exactly what he seemed to want, too.

“Yes, I’m OK with that,” he clarified.

She undid his belt the moment he acknowledged his approval. She pulled the leather free of his belt loops and the buckle jingled merrily. Then she made quick work of his button and zipper. His pants were down around his thighs in a flash, his boxer briefs went next, and then her hand was wrapped around his fat cock — and I had to quick-step to my office door to close and lock it.

I went into the small en suite bathroom and shut that door, too. Putting my hand on the wall to steady myself, I watched my wife jerk off Mitch.

She was testing to see how long he could stand it. The not touching her, the not tasting her, the not yet knowing how she’d feel when his cock slid home.

She looked over his shoulder right at the nanny cam and said, “I didn’t even tell my husband this, but I invited a friend of ours to watch us, too. So he could decide if he’d like to be my next date.”

I groaned and Mitch groaned, and somewhere, some other man watching probably groaned, too.

Someone besides me was watching! Someone she wanted to fuck!

I lost my own battle with desire. I unfastened my pants and let them drop. I took my cock in hand and tortured myself with slow, measured strokes as Mitch’s patience gave out.

“I need more than that,” he said gruffly.

She stood and pulled up her skirt to show him that she wore nothing underneath it. I could hear the heaviness in his breath when he realized her pussy was bare. She leaned back against her desk and asked, “Would you like a taste, Mitch? I bet you’ll like it.”

He hiked her up onto the desk and pushed her back. Then he pulled up a chair like a man on a mission. He pushed his hands against her inner thighs, spreading them wide. Then he licked her pussy lips, tasting her clit and giving her gentle laps and swirls of his tongue.

I squeezed my dick, so turned on and so hard. I saw tiny stars in my vision.

What was our mystery watcher doing? What was he thinking? He was probably jerking off furiously and marveling at how lucky he was to have captured Liz’s interest.

Mitch got into it then. Liz bumped herself up to meet his mouth, and he growled, pushing his arms beneath her ass, then holding her there as he buried his face in her snatch. Her hands came down, fingers tangling in his dark hair as she sighed, “Just like that. Right there. Keep doing that!”

She reached up to pinch one of her own nipples, and I knew that feeling was a turn-on for her.

Mitch continued to eat her snatch enthusiastically, and after a few more laps, she came with a glorious shout, clutching his hair. And then she put a foot on his shoulder and pushed him back firmly.

When he sat back, I was able to see how wet and red and plump her pussy was. Perfect for fucking.

Was the mystery watcher dying to fuck her pussy, too? To get inside that sweet cunt that belonged to me?

I know I was.

When I got home, I was definitely going to bury my cock inside her.

My brain tried to guess who this third guy could be. Who might be watching her with this client? Who might be waiting to fuck my wife? While I pondered the question and watched Mitch and my wife stand, I abused my cock furiously. But I didn’t let myself come just yet.

Casting her gaze at the camera, Liz winked, then she turned her back to it, put her hands flat on her desk, pushed her ass out and spread her legs.

“Fuck me, big boy,” she said. “Show everyone what it’s like to take me.”

Mitch didn’t hesitate. He put a hand on her shoulder, stepped behind her and brought his cockhead to her dripping slit.

Clever Liz had positioned herself slightly at an angle, so the camera wouldn’t miss a single stroke. Watching Mitch’s big dick breach her pussy set me off. I wanted to be in the room. I wanted to smell the scent of their body heat and fucking. I wanted to see it all in vivid color and hear the wetness of him slapping into her pussy in real time.

Viewing it on my phone was tantalizingly torturous, and I relished it. But with the mystery man, I’d make sure to be there. In person.

Mitch grabbed my wife’s ass and squeezed it. He drove into her so fast and hard that he lifted her up on her tiptoes, and she squealed, laughing.

“Yeah, fuck me. Just like that. Hard. I like it hard, baby,” she said.

I had to sharpen my focus to keep from coming right then and there.

Liz was pressing her pelvis against the edge of her desk as he fucked her, grinding her hips as she took his cock. Every time he drove into her, she swirled her hips. Her fingers clutched at the desktop, and I knew she was going to come.

Her head tipped back, and she moaned at the ceiling.

He fucked her faster, his ass pumping rhythmically as he plundered her pussy. And she came again, slapping her hand against the top of the desk.

I groaned in my tiny washroom.

She turned her head to look at him, and I could see the roses in her cheeks.

“I want you to come on my face,” she said. “Back up.”

Again, she cast a glance at the camera, and I wondered once more who else was tuned in to Liz’s fun.

She sat in one of the guest chairs and pulled him toward her using his cock as a lead. He stepped up close and put his hands in her hair.

I gasped when his dick slid over her lower lip and entered her mouth.

Mitch gasped, too. His fingers curled in her hair, and he tugged her toward his pelvis at the exact moment he pushed his dick into her mouth. His eyes drifted shut as he slid in and out of her face. I watched, mesmerized, as his pace accelerated.

Liz cupped his balls and looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. She was a vision. She sucked her lover eagerly, moving her mouth up and down his shaft.

At the last moment, when I thought he’d explode, he pulled free and jerked his cock until he shot his load all over her luscious lips, her dainty chin and her upper lip.

Liz was laughing, and I was coming as I watched him decorate my wife with his cream.

I leaned my forehead against the wall, exhausted and spent.

My wife wiped her lips, turned to the camera and said, “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Then she picked up her phone from the desk and powered down the camera.

I washed my hands and hurried out of the office. I couldn’t wait to get home.

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Cam-Tastic

Elizabeth texted me: “I have a surprise for you.” My work meeting had recently ended, and I figured she was just teasing me. Then she sent a second text, “Check out the nanny cam.”

We don’t have kids, but we do have a nanny cam because one time Liz thought the dog walker was being mean to our Frenchie. She was wrong, but the nanny cam stayed, so I could peek in on Bella while I was at the office. What can I say? I love that little pup.

Anyhow, I went to the app for the camera and launched it. A small window opened, revealing a startlingly clear image, and I froze.

Liz was sitting in her home office on the desk. Her legs were crossed, her tits barely contained by her black V-neck sweater. She was talking to a man, who I guessed was a client. She’s a certified organizer and had just started working from home.

I could only see the guy’s back, but he seemed tall and broad. He was sprawled in one of her two visitor chairs, which seemed utterly diminutive under his large frame.

Liz always goes for top of the line equipment. So, of course, the camera had audio capabilities.

“How does that sound to you?” she asked him. She looked right at the camera, certain I was watching.

“Sounds good.” He shifted in his seat, as if uncomfortable.

Liz uncrossed and recrossed her legs and said, “You know, Mitch, I can’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”

He sat up straight then, giving a nervous little laugh. I could still only see the back of his head and his extremely broad shoulders.

“Yeah, I apologize. I know you’re married, but you are a very attractive woman. I apologize if I’ve made you feel uncomfor —”

My wife silenced him by letting her high heel fall off her right foot and putting her toes in his lap. I saw his back flex from the surprise.

“I am married, but we have an… arrangement.”

He sat up even straighter.

She held out her hand, and he took it. When he stood, I saw how big he truly was. At least two heads taller than Liz.

She pointed toward the bookcase, where the nanny cam sat.

“He’ll be watching. And that turns me on. Does it turn you on?” she asked Mitch.

When he looked right at the camera, I saw how handsome he was. Dark hair, dark eyes and a square jaw. Staring intently, I thought I could tell his dick was already hard for Liz beneath his nicely tailored suit.

“I’m not upset about it,” he said with a small chuckle.

“You’re OK that he’s watching?” she asked. She ran her slender finger along the length of his fly.

If I focused, I could imagine exactly how that felt. Exactly what that gesture would do to me. It would trigger a thrilling lurch in my belly, an ache in my balls and a twitch in my cock. I’d want to turn her around, bend her over and fuck her right there.

And looking at Mitch, that’s exactly what he seemed to want, too.

“Yes, I’m OK with that,” he clarified.

She undid his belt the moment he acknowledged his approval. She pulled the leather free of his belt loops and the buckle jingled merrily. Then she made quick work of his button and zipper. His pants were down around his thighs in a flash, his boxer briefs went next, and then her hand was wrapped around his fat cock — and I had to quick-step to my office door to close and lock it.

I went into the small en suite bathroom and shut that door, too. Putting my hand on the wall to steady myself, I watched my wife jerk off Mitch.

She was testing to see how long he could stand it. The not touching her, the not tasting her, the not yet knowing how she’d feel when his cock slid home.

She looked over his shoulder right at the nanny cam and said, “I didn’t even tell my husband this, but I invited a friend of ours to watch us, too. So he could decide if he’d like to be my next date.”

I groaned and Mitch groaned, and somewhere, some other man watching probably groaned, too.

Someone besides me was watching! Someone she wanted to fuck!

I lost my own battle with desire. I unfastened my pants and let them drop. I took my cock in hand and tortured myself with slow, measured strokes as Mitch’s patience gave out.

“I need more than that,” he said gruffly.

She stood and pulled up her skirt to show him that she wore nothing underneath it. I could hear the heaviness in his breath when he realized her pussy was bare. She leaned back against her desk and asked, “Would you like a taste, Mitch? I bet you’ll like it.”

He hiked her up onto the desk and pushed her back. Then he pulled up a chair like a man on a mission. He pushed his hands against her inner thighs, spreading them wide. Then he licked her pussy lips, tasting her clit and giving her gentle laps and swirls of his tongue.

I squeezed my dick, so turned on and so hard. I saw tiny stars in my vision.

What was our mystery watcher doing? What was he thinking? He was probably jerking off furiously and marveling at how lucky he was to have captured Liz’s interest.

Mitch got into it then. Liz bumped herself up to meet his mouth, and he growled, pushing his arms beneath her ass, then holding her there as he buried his face in her snatch. Her hands came down, fingers tangling in his dark hair as she sighed, “Just like that. Right there. Keep doing that!”

She reached up to pinch one of her own nipples, and I knew that feeling was a turn-on for her.

Mitch continued to eat her snatch enthusiastically, and after a few more laps, she came with a glorious shout, clutching his hair. And then she put a foot on his shoulder and pushed him back firmly.

When he sat back, I was able to see how wet and red and plump her pussy was. Perfect for fucking.

Was the mystery watcher dying to fuck her pussy, too? To get inside that sweet cunt that belonged to me?

I know I was.

When I got home, I was definitely going to bury my cock inside her.

My brain tried to guess who this third guy could be. Who might be watching her with this client? Who might be waiting to fuck my wife? While I pondered the question and watched Mitch and my wife stand, I abused my cock furiously. But I didn’t let myself come just yet.

Casting her gaze at the camera, Liz winked, then she turned her back to it, put her hands flat on her desk, pushed her ass out and spread her legs.

“Fuck me, big boy,” she said. “Show everyone what it’s like to take me.”

Mitch didn’t hesitate. He put a hand on her shoulder, stepped behind her and brought his cockhead to her dripping slit.

Clever Liz had positioned herself slightly at an angle, so the camera wouldn’t miss a single stroke. Watching Mitch’s big dick breach her pussy set me off. I wanted to be in the room. I wanted to smell the scent of their body heat and fucking. I wanted to see it all in vivid color and hear the wetness of him slapping into her pussy in real time.

Viewing it on my phone was tantalizingly torturous, and I relished it. But with the mystery man, I’d make sure to be there. In person.

Mitch grabbed my wife’s ass and squeezed it. He drove into her so fast and hard that he lifted her up on her tiptoes, and she squealed, laughing.

“Yeah, fuck me. Just like that. Hard. I like it hard, baby,” she said.

I had to sharpen my focus to keep from coming right then and there.

Liz was pressing her pelvis against the edge of her desk as he fucked her, grinding her hips as she took his cock. Every time he drove into her, she swirled her hips. Her fingers clutched at the desktop, and I knew she was going to come.

Her head tipped back, and she moaned at the ceiling.

He fucked her faster, his ass pumping rhythmically as he plundered her pussy. And she came again, slapping her hand against the top of the desk.

I groaned in my tiny washroom.

She turned her head to look at him, and I could see the roses in her cheeks.

“I want you to come on my face,” she said. “Back up.”

Again, she cast a glance at the camera, and I wondered once more who else was tuned in to Liz’s fun.

She sat in one of the guest chairs and pulled him toward her using his cock as a lead. He stepped up close and put his hands in her hair.

I gasped when his dick slid over her lower lip and entered her mouth.

Mitch gasped, too. His fingers curled in her hair, and he tugged her toward his pelvis at the exact moment he pushed his dick into her mouth. His eyes drifted shut as he slid in and out of her face. I watched, mesmerized, as his pace accelerated.

Liz cupped his balls and looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. She was a vision. She sucked her lover eagerly, moving her mouth up and down his shaft.

At the last moment, when I thought he’d explode, he pulled free and jerked his cock until he shot his load all over her luscious lips, her dainty chin and her upper lip.

Liz was laughing, and I was coming as I watched him decorate my wife with his cream.

I leaned my forehead against the wall, exhausted and spent.

My wife wiped her lips, turned to the camera and said, “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Then she picked up her phone from the desk and powered down the camera.

I washed my hands and hurried out of the office. I couldn’t wait to get home.

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