You know those new digital security systems that let you use your smartphone to check up on your home?

Well, my wife and I opted to install such a system, and let’s just say it’s ended up giving me more value than just the savings on our home owner’s insurance!

To preface my story, let me tell you that my marriage had gone through a rough patch this past year. I stepped out on my wife — and I admitted it. After that, things were pretty rocky, but not for the reasons you might expect. Brianna was ultimately more pissed off that I was sharing my fantasy life with someone else, as opposed to being bothered by the sex itself.

It was right around last Thanksgiving when everything came to a head. She’d chucked a wineglass at me, exclaiming: “Why would you go there with her and not me? I want it up the ass, too! And I’d love to fuck in public. But you never want to do anything fun with me!”

I deserved her outburst. I had definitely become “that guy” who had settled into a boring, lights-off routine with my wife — after only two years of marriage. But luckily, Brianna and I started seeing this great sex therapist who gave us some ideas for more enlightened communication. And as we’ve gone through this process, I’ve started to discover that Brianna is way more exciting than the woman I’d thought I married. I may even be in over my head. But you can be the judge.

One hot Friday afternoon, I was sitting in my office as bored as hell. I was counting down the minutes until I could leave without my boss getting pissed when my phone buzzed with a text from Brianna: “Look at the deck camera.”

We had installed security cameras around the front door and also around the deck in the back where we have a large pool.

I tapped the app in my phone to bring up the video feed, and there was my wife, posing for me in her tiny string bikini.

I texted back: “Baby, that’s hot.”

She replied: “It’s about to get even hotter.”

And that’s when she motioned to someone off-camera, and I saw Chris, our pool boy, step closer to join Brianna on the deck.

Chris is a junior at a local college and a former high school football player. He could pass for my younger brother. He’s tall with an athletic body. My wife flirts with him all the time when he comes over to work, and it has never bothered me. I’m not jealous of him. It’s not like I’ve let myself go to hell sitting behind a desk. I lift and run almost every day, so I’m in great shape.

But as Chris stepped up to my wife and waved at the camera, I felt a sudden wave of possessiveness… but also sexual intrigue.

“What’s going on?” I wrote. I watched my wife put her arms around Chris, look into the camera at me and then turn to kiss that young hunk.

Once she was done, she wrote back: “I’m getting him warmed up. You have 10 minutes to get here and join us, or I’ll continue without you.”

I didn’t know what to reply. The woman on-camera smiled the most devilish smile, then she took off her bikini top and kissed Chris again.

Brianna is around five-foot-six with small but really perky breasts. She’s got naturally reddish auburn hair that falls in soft waves down to her waist when it’s long and loose. But that day it was piled up in one of her messy, sexy ballerina buns.

I felt my cock stiffening as I watched Chris untie her bikini bottoms and grope her bare ass.

“Drive safe,” she texted before putting the phone down and turning her full attention to her boy toy.

My office is not far from our home — not even 10 minutes by car — but of course the drive felt unnaturally long. At every red light, I couldn’t stop staring at my phone, waiting for another sexy message. But none came — which told me Brianna was busy getting busy!

By the time I entered the house, Brianna was on her knees sucking off Chris. I stared at them from my spot in the kitchen, stopped dead in my tracks. She’d told me she was up to no good. But seeing her gobbling another guy’s cock right in front of my eyes was a whole other proposition. I put my phone down on the counter and walked through the open sliding glass door.

Without missing a beat, my wife looked up at me, still stroking Chris’ massive boner.

“Hi, honey,” she said cheerfully.

And Chris, for his part, grunted and nodded.

I smiled at my naughty wife. “What’s going on here?”

“Besides the obvious?”

I laughed. “Yeah. Fill me in.”

Brianna released Chris’s dick and stood, patting him on the chest.

“I’ve been getting him ready… because I’ve decided I want two cocks today. I’ve wanted that for a long time, you know.”

“Yes, I remember you saying so.”

We’d been discussing our fantasies and needs more openly, on the suggestion of our therapist.

“So, are you game?” she asked hopefully.

I gave her a kiss. “How can I say no to such a pretty face — or such a sweet ass?” I gave her bare bottom a swat.

Brianna giggled. “Good!” She glanced over her shoulder. “Chris, you don’t mind if I help my husband catch up?”

“Not at all. I like watching.” Chris answered, making himself comfortable on the chaise.

My wife practically ripped my shirt off. She always complains about how hard it is to manage those little buttons with her long nails. But this time it felt like a lioness was trying to claw my clothes off me. She showed my pants a similar lack of mercy before she got down on her knees to claim my hard cock like a prized trophy.

Brianna fingered her cunt as she sucked me off. And seeing Chris stroking himself while he watched us was more arousing than I’d expected it to be.

“See why I married her?” I asked Chris, caressing my wife’s face while she gagged on my dick.

Chris nodded. “Mad fucking respect, man.”

Brianna released me from her mouth and spat on my shaft, rubbing the glistening wetness up and down. “Are you both ready now? I don’t think my pussy can get any wetter.”

“You sure about that, baby?”

She giggled and shook her head.

And that’s when I got a brilliant idea: “Why don’t you sit on his face while I fuck your ass?”

“Hell, yeah,” Chris exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting to taste her — with your permission, of course.”

“Granted.”

“My wife ground her hips, smearing her pussy against Chris’s face.”

“Oh boy!” Brianna looked beyond delighted. We’d been on an anal kick lately — until this year, I had no idea I was married to such a backdoor-loving babe, so we’ve been making up for lost time.

Brianna adjusted the lounge so Chris could lay flat and then in a quasi-69 move, put her sweet cunt right in his face. I watched the young jock tonguing my wife’s pink folds.

My wife ground her hips, smearing her pussy against Chris’s face as she moaned, “Oh God, he’s really good, honey.”

“Spread your ass for me,” I ordered her.

Brianna reached around back and opened her cheeks wider, exposing her inviting rosebud as she carefully balanced herself atop the pool boy’s face.

I grabbed a condom and some lube out of the toy basket we keep near the pool.

Brianna moaned, “Oh, yes! Stick it in my ass.”

As Chris tongued her clit, I eased myself inside Brianna’s backdoor.

“More, more!” she begged.

In response, I thrust hard and deep, impaling her as much as I could. Poor Chris, he must’ve been ready to burst as my wife’s groans grew louder and louder.

I held out for as long as I could before warning her, “I’m gonna come all over your ass.”

“No, no, no! Wait,” she implored.

I took a deep breath and pulled out just in time.

She got up, announcing, “I want to feel you both inside me.”

Chris looked like someone told him he’d won the lottery. It took a few moments of maneuvering to figure out what worked best for our threeway. I got on the lounge and put Brianna in my lap, so she could lower her ass onto my cock, reverse cowgirl, while I held her steady. And then, with her legs spread wide, Chris could fuck her pussy.

Chris slipped on a condom, stroking himself as he watched us kiss, before Brianna eased my cock back inside her asshole.

“Ready?” I asked my wife.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Let’s start nice and slow.”

Chris and I are both reasonably well hung, so it was a tight fit for my dick once his cock was wedged inside her pussy. And I can only imagine how Brianna felt. She gasped, and her face flushed red.

“Fuck, this is intense,” she said, looking overwhelmed but pleased.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded rapidly. “Fuck me. Both of you fuck me, now!”

We eventually fell into a sexy rhythm. When he pulled out, I thrust in deeper, which meant every second Brianna was being impaled in a different hole. She rubbed her clit and moaned; I figured it wouldn’t take long for her to come, but I had no idea how intense her orgasm would be.

When Brianna climaxed, her body began to shake and I felt one of her hands clenching my arm. “Both of you, do it at the same time — oh, fuck!”

Chris and I sped up the intensity of our thrusts, jamming inside her simultaneously, and that’s when Brianna began to squeal high notes, the likes of which I had never heard before. It was like one endless noise escaping her mouth as her wet holes spasmed around our cocks.

You could say my previously demure wife was suddenly feral and unhinged as her orgasm overwhelmed her. But really, that animalistic bliss allowed her to be more like herself than she’d been in months.

Panting, Brianna collapsed like a limp rag doll with both of us still inside her.

“Just give me a minute,” she said with closed her eyes as she laughed softly.

“We good?” Chris asked.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Brianna said, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. “Finish off on my tits, boys!”

We whipped off our condoms, and my thoroughly fucked wife took both of our loads on her face and breasts.

Afterward, we soaked in the pool together and had drinks. And after Chris went home, my wife and I had a second anal encounter in the kitchen — but that’s a story for another time.

In the meantime, I will say our home security system has more than paid for itself. Brianna and I fondly replay all the lusty moments of that sizzling summer day — and we continue to make more hot memories that all get captured on the deck cam.