A Desire To Watch (Patreon)

Sequel to 'A Desire To Hear'

Author's Note: Apologies, the original post had the first draft of the story and not the final. I've update it now.

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Tracy slipped down further under the bubbles in the bathtub, the sounds of sex drifting in from the bedroom and echoing off the bathroom walls. Neal had been listening to the recording for the last half hour. It was hard to believe all that activity had taken place in less than an hour. The lingering feelings were still humming deep in her skin and bones. She tilted her head back, letting her hair slip under the water, ran her hands through it and then lay back, closing her eyes and letting the warm water nurture her sore muscles.

“Trace?” Neal’s voice was quiet, almost timid.

Cracking open an eye, Tracy looked over at her husband as he peeked through the door.

“Uh… are you sure you don’t want to… to come listen?” The look on her husband’s face sent a ripple of uncertainty through her.

From what she’d heard, Neal had listened to the entirety of her first session with Jordan and had come to the part where, while her husband had been asleep, they’d fucked in the shower. A little bonus recording. Or at least that’s what Jordan had called it. Tracy knew it was just an excuse to fuck her again. And she hadn’t said no.

She grabbed a bar of soap off the ledge of the tub and began scrubbing herself. “Not going to… watch the video?” There was a tremor in her voice as she looked away and nestled down more, letting the bubbles obscure Neal’s view of her.

“I… Well, not yet. Um. I don’t know if I’m ready… for that.” Neal stammered.

Things had been awkward since they’d gotten home from the hotel. A quiet ride home. Tension stretching between them even as they held hands the entire drive. The first thing Neal had proposed once they got home was to listen to the recordings. But Tracy insisted she needed to take a bath, to soak away everything she’d just been through.

“Hmmm.” She didn’t blame her husband. Tracy had been through it, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to watch that video. And even listening secondhand to the recording sent chills and a slithering guilty feeling through her stomach.

“So… do you want to…”

“No.” She said it firmly, but quietly. Memories flooded her. They weren’t more than a few hours old, but somehow they felt far off. The grunts and moans. Overwhelming orgasms. All the dirty talk. It was still overwhelming, and she hadn’t properly processed it.

Neal was quiet for a moment, watching her from the doorway, then he finally nodded and slipped back into the bedroom. Tracy continued gently scrubbing herself with the soap, determined to use the entire bar. When the recording of her round of sex with Jordan in the shower began to play, she closed her eyes and let herself slip under the bubbles and the water, drowning out the sound.

…

The audio wasn’t as well balanced as the previous section Neal had listened to. Jordan had only moved one mic, and it was several feet away from the shower. The bathroom was echoey, and the shower door was closed when things were recording, so what Neal could hear was fairly obscured, but still easily understandable for what it was.

“Ah…ah…ah!” Tracy’s voice came through among the spray of the shower. Wet slaps synced with her cries as Jordan drove her ass against the shower tiles.

“That’s it…” Jordan’s words rose above the slaps and moans and constant cascade of water. “You like that… fucking tight… mmmmm” His words faded and became muffled. There were the slick sounds of lips pressing and smacking.

Squelch Squelch Squelch.

It was the sound of Jordan’s cock thrusting over and over into Tracy’s slick pussy. Her breaths came out heavy, jerky, gasping along with the rhythm of his pistoning movements.

“Fu…fuck…fuck…oh god…fuck…” She was whimpering. Neal imagined she was gripping his shoulders. Maybe she had her arms wrapped around his neck. Legs circling his fat waist and digging her heels into his ass driving him deeper inside her.

The image conjured itself as Neal lay back in bed, the computer next to him playing the audio file. He’d jerked to the first, just like when he’d been live recording it. But this one… even though his cock was hard and pulsing listening to his wife getting fucked in the shower while he was passed out on the hotel couch, made him want to be still and just listen.

This was a moment done in private. Well, sort of. Could you really call it private when there were microphones recording your every little moan and gasp?

Unlike the previous recording, this one was more subdued. It wasn’t as rough or rushed. Jordan seemed to be taking things slower. Maybe because he knew Neal was asleep, and he had Tracy all to himself. No threat of Neal coming to barge in and stop the fun.

“Cum for me, Tracy. Cum.” Jordan was panting, the slapping becoming more insistent and louder.

“Cum…cumming…oh fuck…” Tracy was gasping. “Ohhhhhgoooooodddddd.” Her moan came out in a bouncing, bumpy rhythm as Jordan fucked her faster, harder, deeper.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck like that. I’m cumming. Take it Trace. Take my cum!” Jordan grunted, growled, panted.

Neal lay back, and his cock began dribbling pre-cum down his shaft, hearing another man ejaculating into his wife for the second time. And she was taking it. Cumming right along with him. His eyes drifted to the computer. There was a video file. It wouldn’t have recorded this encounter, but the idea he could see Jordan wrecking his wife… another spasm made more cum ooze from his cock.

The audio came to an end with soft sounds of splashing, washing, the shower door sliding, water being turned off and the last thing Neal heard was his wife muttering, “Fucking prick.” And then the mic was shut off.

Neal remained still, letting his cock throb with the lingering sounds of his wife’s orgasm and the sounds of sex.

…

Oh, thank god. It’s over. Tracy blew a few bubbles in the water, her lips hovering just above the surface. She listened to the soft sloshing of the water and the blessed silence from the bedroom now that the sounds of sex had finished.

Under the bubbles, her hand had slipped between her thighs, fingers caressing along her folds in the warm cocoon of water. She was still sore. Jordan hadn’t held back… or at least it didn’t seem like he had. Pounding into her and calling her names. Cumming inside her. Twice! She closed her eyes, remembering how it had felt. Like getting injected with burning cream. Most everything about Jordan was reprehensible. But apparently he had one redeeming quality… he could fuck.

She rolled her eyes. How cliche. An ugly tub of lard that had an enormous cock and knew how to use it. But the cliche had to come from somewhere, she supposed. And though Jordan was a certified dick, he wasn’t a bastard. That argument probably wouldn’t hold up in court or even to a bit of logical scrutiny, but it made sense to Tracy. He was slobbish, arrogant, cocky. But there were brief moments, even during that wild encounter, that showed he had a bit of humanity. Instead of just jamming his member straight into her, he’d made sure she adjusted. True, he wasn’t overly patient. But he still hadn’t been greedy.

She let a finger slip inside herself. The warmth and pressure of the water added to the sensation. Sore. Stretching. How in the world had he fit all of that… that monster inside her?

The lingering sounds of sex seemed to echo above and below the water. Wails and moans and cries. Tracy had pulled the plug on all the equipment after they’d finished in the shower, not bothering to clean up much beyond a quick rubdown with a washcloth. Staying in the shower with that man wasn’t a good idea, let alone letting the recordings continue.

But that hadn’t ended things.

Jordan had followed her into the bedroom, drying himself off and then… he’d helped her dry off. And amazingly, he hadn’t even tried to grope her in those few minutes. It had almost been tender. Kind. And Tracy had been so shocked she’d let him, unable to move as he rubbed the soft towel up and down her legs. Over her hips and ass and stomach. He even carefully dried her hair.

Of course, the man had to ruin the moment, as nice as it was, by getting obnoxiously erect. His cock was bobbing and throbbing as he stood in front of her. Both equally naked.

Tracy really didn’t understand why she’d allowed herself to sit on the bed, lay back and open her legs. But it didn’t seem all that inappropriate. She’d already had sex with Jordan twice. What did it matter if she did it again?

He’d slid into her so easily this time. Her pussy still warmed up and loosened from the two previous sessions. This time it was slower. Not romantic, just slow and steady. In and out. Her lips grabbing hold of him and sucking, trying to keep him from escaping. Tracy just lay back, arms over her head, legs open and eyes closed. She didn’t want to look at the troll that the amazing cock was attached to. All she wanted was the feeling.

In that moment she understood just a little of what her husband had become so obsessed with. It was the sound of her breathing. Heaving deeply. Husky. Wet, slick noises of her pussy sliding along the thick hard length of something so hard and yet paradoxically soft. Schhhhlik. Sccccchlick. The noises were almost impossible to define or explain. They were the noises of arousal. Pleasure. Of muscles stretching and adjusting. Of moisture gathering, allowing lubrication so that something big could slide into something small.

It didn’t last long. Maybe five minutes. They were both still reeling and burning from their previous unions. Jordan held onto her hips firmly, thrusting a bit faster. His grunts were determined and focused. And then he was gasping, little harsh puffs of air. “Huh. huh! Uh!” And he was shooting inside her one last time.

After that, they didn’t say a word. They just cleaned up quickly. Jordan got dressed and left. Neal woke up just as the door shut and life moved on.

Now they were home. And Tracy couldn’t stop thinking about it. About the feeling. The sound. The sights…

…

Neal was still lying in bed, his cock throbbing. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to watch the video, or just listen again… or…

The sound of bathwater sloshing caught his attention. Dripping along the bathroom tiles. Tracy pulled open the door and stood there, dripping and glistening. Bath bubbles dripped down along her breasts, arms, legs, between her thighs. The look in her eyes was hungry, ferocious.

Without bothering to dry off, Tracy marched towards the bed, quickly spying Neal’s erect cock and smiling with a predatory lust. She was on the bed, wet, the warm water falling and sprinkling along Neal’s body as his wife quickly straddled his lap. Facing him, hand going between her legs, grasping hold of his cock, Neal watched as Tracy guided him to her entrance.

Fuck. She was molten. Blazing. An inferno. Slick and tight. His messy, pre-cum covered head slid inside her easily. He watched her face twist in pleasure, biting her lip. She immediately grabbed hold of her dripping wet tits and sank herself down onto his length.

Neal was panting. Struggling not to ejaculate. She was so tight. The sight of her alone was enough to make him want to cum. But being wrapped up inside ‌the silky tunnel of her desire was almost like an overdose.

Tracy put her damp hands on his chest, steadying herself as she lowered herself, swiveling her hips and then pressing her ass down against him with a groan. “Hold on…” she whispered, sensing her husband’s almost overwhelming need to cum. “Not yet… hold on…” The words came out like prayers, pleading for Neal to hold back his orgasm.

The soft wet slaps of Tracy’s ass against his thighs and balls filled his senses. He was tempted to close his eyes. To listen. But somehow that fetish, that kink, had already moved on. Yes, he still loved the sound of his wife’s drenched cunt swallowing him. Slick and squelching along his length. But the sight of her over him, riding slow and steady, pressing down firm to get him deeper, was intense. He could see her lips squeezing, being pulled and dragging against him and then pressed back inside when she thrust herself down again.

But it was the look on his wife’s face that was the most hypnotic. Pleasure. Mouth open slightly, breathing deep and in time with the strokes of his cock in and out of her tight tunnel. Skin flushed. Glistening and dripping with bubbles and water. Breasts bouncing softly as she moved. She was beautiful. A goddess. She was taking her pleasure and relishing in it.

“Yes.” She gasped, starting to move faster. “Yes. There… stay still… there, baby. Oh god Neal, please…” She was pleading now. He grabbed hold of her hips, helping her to move faster, deeper.

“Fuck. Fuck there. Ohhhh fuck fuck ffuuuuuck!” Tracy arched, her wet hair splashing and dripping all over the bed. “God, I’m cumming!”

Neal couldn’t hold back anymore and released himself. His cum spouting up and inside his wife. The knowledge that only a few short hours ago, Jordan had been inside her. Cumming inside her. And now he was adding to the mixture. It was… beyond… his mind reeled and soared with the high of his orgasm. 

They both became frozen. Their pleasure washing over them. Overtaking them. Swallowing them whole.

It was a singular moment in time. Only a minute. Maybe less. And then Tracy collapsed onto Neal, panting and holding onto him tightly as the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her.

Neal lay back panting. His release had been intense. Powerful. Almost painful in how hard it had been.

Quiet enveloped them. Only their heavy breaths could be heard as they lay together, wet and satisfied.

…

Over the next week, Tracy and Neal were at each other like newlyweds. Nearly every chance they got, they fucked. On the couch. The floor. The shower. Neal even took her on the kitchen table and in his office, sitting on the chair with her riding him fast and furious like they were afraid his boss might walk in (even though he was working from home).

It was intense and draining. They were constantly exhausted, but satisfied. Tracy had a glow about her. It was in her eyes. The smile on her lips. How she walked and swayed and touched her husband. Like it was all new again. The first time they were getting to explore each other once they were married.

Neal, of course, wondered… Was this because she’d slept with Jordan? Had doing this little experiment ignited something inside his wife? Inside himself? It wasn’t as if their sex life before had been boring. Far from it. They still had passionate times. Sometimes it was simple, but those times were amazing too. Nothing was missing from their sex life.

But after that day, it was like a fire had been lit. Burning bright and hungry for more. Wanting to be fed. Neal was all too happy to keep throwing in food for the flames. Fucking Tracy was always a delight, and now she seemed even more determined and greedy for him to fuck her in every way they could figure out.

It was one of those times… that things took a new turn.

The small laundry room was warm, humming with the dryer's melody. Tracy was perched on the edge, gray cotton panties hanging from her ankle. Sneakers still on from her earlier run. Shorts lost somewhere when Neal had pulled them off and thrown them over his shoulder. Her sports bra was sweat stained and holding her breasts precariously, the zipper on the front threatening to come undone. She gripped the metal edge of the dryer, ass getting bumped and bounced against it as Neal gripped her hips and pounded into her in a rhythm that was twice as fast as the spinning of the machine underneath her.

She grabbed a handful of Neal’s hair at the back of his head, nails digging in and pulling as she let out hissing gasps, head tilted back as her husband fucked her vigorously. “Yesssss!” Tracy groaned, pulling her husband's head against her chest as he continued thrusting, his pants down around his ankles, grunting and growling with abandon. “Oh, fuck honey, yes, yes, god yes!”

Neal’s eyes were glued to his cock moving in and out of Tracy’s slick folds. She hadn’t shaved in a few days, and a small downy field of soft brown hair was beginning to appear. He missed the smooth runway. The soft exposed skin.

Images kept flashing through his mind. It had been happening more and more. Nearly half the time he was fucking his wife, he was picturing another man stretching her. A big cock plowing inside her, making her scream and moan. He knew it was wrong. It was another obsession. Just like him wanting to listen, now it was becoming something visual.

You have the video. Watch it!

The thought drove him to thrust hard into Tracy, making her yelp and fall back against the dryer. Her legs were dangling off the edge now, and she lay against the warm rumbling machine, grabbing hold of the sides to keep herself from falling as Neal increased his pace to frantic rather than feverish.

“Neal! Oh god baby, I’m cumming!” She cried out, juices starting to drip down his thighs and all over the floor and the front of the dryer.

The image of Jordan fucking Tracy up against the shower wall. In the bed. Stretching her wider than Neal could, were haunting him.

“Like that?” Neal groaned, nails digging into his wife’s thighs. “Huh? You like my fucking cock, honey?”

“Yes! God fucking yes, baby, oh my god!” She half giggled and half moaned deep and guttural as her orgasm was powering through her.

“What about Jordan’s? Hmmm? You like his cock too?” The words just tumbled out of his mouth as he sank into the sticky warm tunnel that was sucking and squeezing at him.

“Fu…fummmmm… fuck Jordan…” She gasped, arching up from the warm metal of the dryer. Her sports bra finally came undone, and her breasts bounced free. Nipples dark and erect.

“You did! You fucked him. And loved it!” Neal breathed, clenching his jaw as he continued pounding his wife, as if he were trying to prove himself.

For a moment, Tracy was quiet except for her groans and moans. Then her head tilted up, grabbing hold of her husband’s arms, and met his eyes. “Is that… what you want to… hear? That I loved… your… your gross friends fucking massive cock?” There was a fire in her eyes. A challenge.

Neal felt his cock throb. His thrusts got harder, more erratic.

“Is that it…you…ohhhh fu…fuck… mmmm… you fucking pervert. You want me… to tell you I loved… how he just fucked me? Like I was a whore? He fucked your wife like a whore, baby. You like that? That he stretched my cunt wider than you can?”

Neal growled, ramming deeper, making Tracy cry out, biting her lip. The dryer bucked, slammed back down and shuddered from the sudden movement.

“You like… being a whore? Huh? Did you…fuck fuck mmm. Did you like spreading your legs for that… fucking lard?” Neal pounded his hips, sinking deep. His balls felt the wet heat from her pussy and the dry heat from the dryer.

Tracy’s breasts bounced, swaying and jumping as her legs shook from another orgasm working its way up. She chewed her lip as she let out deep guttural gasps. “I… hated it… but god fucking shit his cock was so big. So much bigger. Fuuuuuck.” She grabbed hold of Neal’s shoulders as her orgasm started pounding into her. “He fucked me… so good… so fucking good!”

“Yeah… oh fuck, Trace… I’ll bet he looked so good… stretching you.” Neal’s imagination took over, clouding his vision. He was the one thrusting into Tracy. His cock stretching, sliding. But he envisioned something bigger. Jordan’s cock. Fat and long. His wife’s cunt stretching to the limit around him, making her cry out and scream.

“You like that? You want his monster to ruin me? You wanna watch him own me, baby? Huh?” She was gulping down air, choking back groans as she spoke. All the feel good chemicals were drowning her logical brain. Words just tumbled out of her lips in a desire to keep cumming.

Neal groaned, gripping harder onto his wife’s hips. “God… fuck…oh fuck, Trace…”

“Cum! Cum in me… just like Jordan… cum inside your whore wife’s cunt!”

The rumbling of the dryer, bouncing and banging as they fucked against it, grunting and gasping, they filled the little laundry room with a cacophony of noise. Tracy grabbed the back of Neal’s neck, pulling him against her chest as he rammed as hard as he could. She felt him stiffen. A cool sweat and goosebumps covered his skin.

Whatever dirty talk was coming from her mouth got overtaken by her hunger for her husband. “Cum… Cum baby… fucking cum in me please please oh god fucking cum in me!” She whimpered.

Neal looked up and smashed his lips against hers. Tongues jabbing and lashing as he let loose. His cum gushing out inside his wife. Her whimpers and squeals poured into his mouth as she rode her last orgasm from his heat pouring into her. The heat of the dryer burning her ass. Her thighs. It was overwhelming. They clung tightly to each other, and Neal pulled her against him, suddenly losing balance and falling to the floor, Tracy on top of him.

Their lips never parted. Neal’s cock slipped out with a squelching pop, and cum poured out all over in a sticky mess that pressed to their skin like glue, sticking them together. They were like teenagers, pressing and kissing and rubbing and grunting as they tried to press themselves together. The separation of bodies infuriating. It was as if they wanted to become one being. One person.

Whatever sexual spell was holding them, was suddenly broken when the dryer buzzed loud and sharp. Tracy jumped and rolled off Neal when it sounded right next to her ear. Her knee hit Neal in the stomach, expelling his breath and making him groan.

“Oh! Shit! Sorry…are you okay?” Tracy scrambled back to her husband, taking hold of his shoulder as he doubled up like a fetus.

“It's…okay… just… my stomach.” He groaned, trying to catch his breath.

Tracy let out a breath. She’d been afraid she’d kneed him in the groin. “Okay…sorry.”

Neal started to chuckle, a raspy wheeze as he rolled back and lay on the cool tile floor. “God… I’m okay.” he smiled up at her.

Tracy blushed and smiled back. “Got a little out of control, huh.” She chuckled, making her breasts bounce gently.

Neal reached up and gently held and caressed one of her bare breasts casually. “Yeah…”

Shutting her eyes, Tracy let herself relish her husband's gentle, casual touch. “Not done yet?” She asked with a smile.

“I think… I think I’m drained… for now…” He panted.

“Jordan would be ready to go again already.” Tracy teased, opening her eyes, hand going to Neal’s flaccid, messy cock and gently stroking it. There was no twitching. He really was drained. But it was still nice to touch him.

Neal looked up at his wife as she was propped up on her elbow, her hand touching him casually and looking at the mess of sticky drying cum all over his stomach that had poured out from her pussy. “Really?” He asked. 

“Hm?” Tracy looked back at her husband, lost in a dream as she was touching him. “Really what?”

“Jordan. He… he could get hard again… like, fast?” Neal was genuinely curious. Of course, he knew from the timestamps on the recordings that the second round in the shower had happened only about fifteen minutes after the first. That was pretty quick to be erect again.

For a second, Tracy seemed confused and then sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah. Pretty quick. Probably because all his blood is down there rather than up here.” She tapped at her temple with a giggle and lay down on Neal’s chest with a contented sigh.

Neal pulled her close. His mind still reeling from the dirty talk. The intense orgasms they’d had because of it. And that image was still in his head. Jordan’s massive cock splitting Tracy open. He couldn’t shake it. And what was probably worse, he didn’t want to.

…

Tracy rhythmically tapped her nails against the steering wheel, sitting in the parking lot and staring at the front door to Jordan’s game store, Next Level Games. Ever since that night… the hotel… things between her and Neal had been adventurous. Passionate. Intense. There was no way Tracy could deny that their sex life had ignited because of what happened with Jordan.

It still made Tracy’s pulse pound just thinking about it. Sometimes in a good way. Other times, in a stomach churning, I can’t believe that happened. I was so stupid, it was so stupid, I’ll never ever do that again, way. And those feelings used to be evenly matched.

But now, Neal had been dragging talk into the bedroom (or laundry room, or kitchen, bathroom, office, floor, etc.) about what it would be like to see Jordan fucking her. Watching his big dick pounding her.

Tracy had seen it firsthand, and… Neal wasn’t wrong. As disgusting as Jordan was, that sight had been transcendently powerful. Not necessarily beautiful. But it was more like how you’d look at an amazing achievement of engineering. Or architecture. You’re astounded by the size and the scope of it. Tracy could still feel the throb in her pussy from how Jordan had stretched and pounded and filled her. That was something that was never going to go away.

Jordan wasn’t a sex god. He wasn’t some sort of savant when it came to using that appendage that so many men were either proud of or ashamed of. It was big, and he had the necessary skill. Beyond that, it really depended on who that appendage was working on and with. Apparently, Tracy was a good match. Her orgasms had been intense. She wasn’t about to lie. Fucking Jordan had been… well, amazing. And she wanted to do it again. At least on a primal level, she did.

There was no way she’d cheat on Neal. The only reason she’d fucked Jordan was because Neal had wanted her to. He’d wanted to listen to her having sex. She may not have completely understood her husband's newly awakened kink… or was it a fetish… whatever… she didn’t understand, but after listening secondhand to the recordings, she had an idea. Tracy had been astounded at the things she’d said. The noises she’d made. It was erotic.

It was also confusing.

Neal had been talking more and more about watching her. And Jordan was obviously the go to person for the fantasy. She’d already slept with him.

“Just watch the video.” She’d insisted.

“I… it’s not… the same.” Neal muttered, laying back in bed.

Last night had been the breaking point. Or maybe the jumping-off point. It depended on how you looked at it. It’d been almost two weeks since the night at the hotel. A week since Neal had brought in the kinky talk about watching her. This was the first night, however, that Tracy had finally directly addressed things.

“Neal… seriously. Isn’t it enough that you got almost an hour of me… ya know… and it’s on video too. You haven’t even watched it. Can’t that just be enough?” Tracy lay back on her pillow, arms crossed under her breasts, her thin t-shirt not doing much to hide her hardened nipples.

He rolled onto his side to look at her. “Was it bad? I mean, I can understand if the whole thing… if you just did it for my benefit…”

Tracy pinched the bridge of her nose. “No. It wasn’t bad. It was good, Neal. Jordan’s a slob, but I guess just because you’re fat and sweaty doesn’t mean you’re a lousy fuck.”

Neal nodded. “Then… if it was good, why not do it again? And this time I’ll be there. I’ll watch…”

“Are we really discussing this? We’ve gone from you just wanting to listen to you wanting a peep show?” She was getting frustrated. It wasn’t really about his wanting to watch her. Honestly, she understood that better than just wanting to listen. It was a pretty common fantasy among men. Watching their wife. Having their own personal porn star. Hell, she could probably get behind it. The problem… The problem was… that Neal wanted her to do it with Jordan.

Neal flopped back down on his side of the bed with a sigh. “I know. I’m… I’m turning into some sort of pervert.”

“You are a pervert.” Tracy sighed.

Her husband snorted a laugh. “I can’t argue. This whole thing… I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

Tracy sighed again. “You’re a man with a healthy libido. Who has a sexy wife and… well, you wanna see me pleased. That’s what’s gotten into you. You don’t want a POV anymore. You want to be the third person in the room. I get it. I honestly do, Neal. Really. But… how can you say you want this, but not watch the video we already have?”

Neal was quiet for a moment, hands folded on his chest as he contemplated her questions. “I think… I think it’s because that video… it’s not meant for me to watch. The whole idea was for me to listen, so that’s how you performed. How Jordan performed. It was more about the ears than the eyes. I’m sure the video caught a lot of very…ahem… um, powerful images. But it was just one angle. I think… I think what I want is the full view. To be able to get up and to walk around and see it all from every angle I can think of.”

Tracy listened quietly, head turned to watch her husband as he stared up at the ceiling trying to explain the logic behind his perverted desire. In a way, she was touched. He didn’t just want some sort of static view of his wife having sex. There was some sort of deeper poetry in his logic and desire. I’ll be it twisted and pornographic, but horny poetry could be beautiful. Just ask the people who read Song of Solomon.

“You know Jordan… he uh, angled some things so the camera could see..” Tracy cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed remembering the positions Jordan had twisted her into so that she’d be exposed for Neal’s viewing pleasure.

“I’m sure he did.” Neal let out a breath. “Sounds like him.”

Tracy rolled her eyes. “He definitely wanted to put on a show for you. Or maybe just had something to prove to himself.”

“If he’s as big as you say and as good in bed, well, I don’t think he has much to prove.”

“He may have all that, but the exterior package is still pretty sloppy, hon. Not to sound shallow, but it’s hard to look past that… bloated body and shallow personality.”

“You got past it.” Neal looked over at her, curious.

“For you, Neal. I got past that enormous belly and hair and sweat and dick personality for you. So you could have those recording of your wife getting her mind blown and fucked. So don’t you dare say I never did anything for you.” She shoved his shoulder and gave him a crooked grin.

“Yeah. You really took one for the team, Trac. Multiple orgasms. Amazing sex. Sounds horrible.” Neal grinned.

Tracy grabbed her pillow and smacked her husband in the face. “It may not have been horrible, but you try having that fat hairy gut smacking against your ass and see how you feel about it.”

Neal blocked her assault, laughing hysterically before lunging at Tracy and tackling her. They rolled in the bed, tussling and turning. Sheets got pulled from the bed and with a surprised cry they both fell off the bed onto the floor in a tangled heap.

The memory faded, and Tracy rubbed her hip where there was still a bruise from when they’d fallen on the floor. It made her smile in spite of the sore ache. It was that talk that had led her here. Again, at her husband’s request.

Why?

Because she loved the perverted bastard. That’s why.

Tracy gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She really did love her husband. And though she didn’t want to admit it… his kink, his fantasy, this whole idea… was arousing. Jordan had proved himself in the bedroom. And he wasn’t altogether the worst person in the world. Hell, even as big and sweaty as he was, he was fairly clean. She could tell he’d attempted to groom himself when they’d met at the hotel. So he wasn’t selfish. He’d even played things up to the camera, all for her and Neal to have for later.

Sure, he was getting something out of the deal. Getting to have sex with Tracy. But he could have just been selfish. Pounded away and not even concerned himself with Tracy’s own well being or pleasure. But he’d gone slow so she could adjust to his size. He’d made sure to make her cum multiple times. And never once did she get the impression if she’d told Jordan to stop, that he would have ignored her.

Maybe there was a gentleman deep down under all that flab. Deep deep down.

Tracy sighed and got out of the car, slamming her door. She couldn’t deny she wanted another round with Jordan. And Neal wanted it too. But he couldn’t even bring himself to watch the video. So… rather than risk trying and failing, or possibly humiliating her husband, they agreed… if reluctantly on Tracy’s part, to take things slow.

And slow meant… this. Her coming to see Jordan with… a proposition.

She shivered. Coming to the store like this made her feel… well, almost like some sort of hooker or escort looking to turn tricks. But she reminded herself that she wasn’t debasing herself with a stranger. This wasn’t for money. She already knew Jordan. Had already had sex with him. What she was going to propose now was fully agreed upon by her husband, and she had no doubt Jordan was going to jump at the offer she was bringing to him.

I should just go home. Go home. Fuck Neal’s brains out. Make him forget this whole thing.

Clouds shifted across the sky, and the previous glare that was obscuring the windows looking into the store vanished. Jordan was standing behind the checkout, sorting through a stack of games. He wore a stretched-out t-shirt with a bunch of retro controllers all over the front. A Pocky stick was held between his lips, slowly munching on it as he went about his work.

It was hard to believe this man was packing the equipment she’d seen. And had the skill that a lot of men envied and girls wanted. It was just wrapped up in a somewhat undesirable package. But bad wrapping didn’t mean the product was bad.

Jordan looked up suddenly, as if sensing Tracy was standing in the parking lot watching him like a stalker. He grinned wide, teeth flashing, and waved.

No going back now. She thought. Suddenly she wished she’d worn something more modest instead of Daisy Duke jean shorts and an old KC Chiefs jersey. She wasn’t particularly a fan of sports, let alone the Chiefs, but her nephew had given it to her as a gift for Christmas a few years back and she didn’t have the heart to toss it into the Goodwill bin. It was a little tight on her, giving a good impression of her curves.

With a belabored sigh, Tracy gathered up her courage and walked into the store.

“Well! Not every day I see a pretty lady like you in my store. What’s the occasion?” Jordan’s grin was as big and sly as ever as he pushed aside the stacks of games and leaned forward on the counter, giving Tracy a very obvious once over with his murky green eyes.

Tracy shook her head and sighed. “The ‘occasion’ is that I’m here because of Neal.”

Jordan’s eyebrows rose. “Ohhhh? Hm. Well, last time he wanted something, it involved you too. Is this visit related, or are you just here to pick up that preorder of the new Baldur’s Gate?”

“Neal can pick up his own games…” Tracy grumbled, folding her arms under her breasts. “We have… business to discuss. I guess that’s how you can put it.” Her foot was tapping nervously as she met the rotund gamer’s gaze.

“Hmmm.” Jordan tapped his fingers against the counter. “Business. Well. The last deal worked out really well for me. Seems like it did for you and Neal too. So, I’m all ears.” That stupid grin got wider.

Tracy glanced around the store. It was empty. Did he ever have customers? She never came down here. This was Neal’s place to hang out, not hers. “Do you… have somewhere we can talk in private? I don’t want to… air me and my husband’s dirty laundry for anyone to just walk in on.”

“Dirty laundry, huh?” Jordan chuckled, walking around the counter and heading towards the door. “Are you saying you’ve been getting those panties dirty because of me? Am I supposed to offer to pay for that little number I ripped apart? Didn’t really mean to do that. It was a pretty outfit, but it got in the way.” He turned the open sign around so it showed a ‘be back shortly’ message, then turned the lock.

“You’re such a dick.’ Tracy muttered.

“I think you mean, I have a dick.” He winked as he walked past her, heading towards the back of the store. “Come with me. We can talk in the breakroom.”

…

Neal was jittery. Sitting at his desk at work was not what he wanted to be doing with his day. He should have opted to work from home, but there were a few meetings he had that were better done face to face rather than over video or audio calls. So now he was stuck behind his desk, in his office, trying to get work done, but instead was constantly glancing at his phone. Waiting.

Waiting for a message. A notification. Something.

Why hadn’t they agreed on how she’d send things to him? Texting wasn’t a good idea. Too many ways that the message could get viewed or accidentally shared.

In his obsessive panic, Neal quickly set up a private cloud server and sent the login to Tracy. ‘We can log things here’. He texted.

And then he waited.

The day was done, and he was on his way home before he got a sudden ping that something had been added to the cloud drive. That sudden little ding from his phone made him swerve, a car honking and the driver giving him the finger. Neal quickly pulled off the road and into a parking lot of some random store, parking as far from the building as he could manage.

He picked up his phone and stared at it. The notification told him Tracy had added a video.

Oh god. She did it. She actually did it. Or… what if it’s fake? Maybe she just sent me a video telling me I’m a pervert, and she’s not going to do it.

Shaking his head, he leaned back and took a few slow breaths. That wasn’t likely. Tracy was a woman of her word. If she made a promise, she was going to keep it. And if she changed her mind, she would have called him and flat out told him so.

The video was real. It had to be.

The question was… how far did it go?

They’d only discussed… something simple. A taste, something that Neal could watch and see how he felt. If he could handle what he saw, then maybe they could go further. Maybe they could indulge in Neal’s fantasy to watch her. But this was their compromise. Tracy would talk with Jordan, work out the details, and then she’d send him a video. No sex.

“I’m not taking my clothes off for that man unless we are together in a hotel room. Period.” She’d told Neal. “If you want to… watch, then you’ll be there to see everything. This is just gonna be a tease, or a trial run or whatever we want to call it or however you wanna think about it.”

Neal had agreed. Nervously, but eagerly.

Now he had a video waiting to be viewed. What if he couldn’t handle it? He’d listened to Tracy, but that felt so different. Like listening to a painting being described rather than seeing the actual work of art. It sounded beautiful, but could his brain really handle seeing the full brushstrokes and vibrant colors?

All he had to do was open the file. Press play.

So much had changed already. But this… it would truly be a turning point. He’d watch. It was all a tangled mess in his head. Logical and illogical. Hypocrisy. But for him, this was it. The step off the diving board. He would either swim or sink.

With a quick glance around, seeing no one parked near him or walking around who might catch a glimpse of what he was about to watch, Neal opened the drive, navigated to the file, and pressed play…

…

Neal was met with Jordan’s face front and center in frame. His friend's eyes darted around, and it looked like he was trying to find a button to press.

“Damn thing. How do you… fuck… well, hope you like watching me buddy, rather than your wife…” Jordan laughed.

“Stop being a dick! Here!” Tracy’s voice was sharp and annoyed. The phone jostled and went out of focus, the camera flipped and when things finally steadied, Neal saw his wife kneeling on the floor in what looked like the back room of Jordan’s store.

The look on her face made Neal cringe slightly. Her gaze was predatory, and he knew it was directed at him. Probably Jordan too. But when she was staring straight into the camera, Neal knew she was concentrating all of her annoyance on him.

“Right. That’s better.” Jordan shifted on the raggedy couch he was sitting on. They must have been in the break area Jordan had set up in the back room. He’d furnished it with an old couch he’d found at a thrift store. A mini fridge. Coffee maker. And an old coffee table he’d found in an alley that someone was throwing out.

“Good. Am I in focus?” Tracy pulled her hair back into a ponytail, tying it off with a wristband. Her breasts were swaying in her jersey, clearly not held by a bra. Had she gone there like that or removed it after she’d gotten to the store? Did it matter?

“I’m not some videographer, Trace. These devices do most of the work for you, anyway. I’m sure you’ll look great.” The frame moved to angle down and capture Jordan’s lap. He wore baggy jean shorts and a t-shirt that was struggling to contain his stomach. There was a shaggy orange rug on the floor, giving Tracy some padding on her knees as she slipped closer between Jordan’s flabby thighs.

Giving her cheeks a few soft slaps, as if trying to wake up or psych herself up for what she was about to do, Tracy looked back up at the camera. “Are you recording?”

“No worries. I’m not gonna miss a second. Neal’s gonna get a great video.”

Tracy rolled her eyes. “Fine. No funny business. Don’t flip the camera around or anything. I’m serious.”

Jordan chuckled. “Hey. I’m not gonna ruin this Trace. Not a chance. I’ll follow the rules. Pinky promise.” He held out his hand, pinky up.

“Are you serious?” Tracy stared at him flatly.

“Come on. Promise.” He wiggled his pinky at her.

Tracy let out an exasperated sigh and linked her pinky with his and shook. “Good. Fine. Whatever. Can we get this over with?”

“Oh, so eager! Well I’m not gonna stop you, darlin’. Get to work.” Jordan patted his bulging jeans.

Another sigh escaped Tracy’s lips as she reached up and began undoing Jordan’s fly. The bulge emerged, stretching against some Star Wars boxers that had seen better days. Things shifted and bounced slightly as Jordan lifted himself up so Tracy could pull off his shorts. Leaning back further, Jordan pulled his belly up and pressed it so there was a better view of his waistline and Tracy kneeling, now yanking at his boxers with a determined, focused expression.

Jordan’s cock flopped out, soft but massive.

“Geez!” Neal muttered as he watched his wife pulling the boxers down, revealing the full length of Jordan’s member and the heavy hairy balls resting against his thighs.

“Miss me?” Jordan quipped.

“You’re so full of yourself.” Tracy muttered, but from the flush of her cheeks and chest it was clear that the thick meat intimidated her. It was starting to harden slowly.

“You could be full of me. If you want.”

Tracy’s eyes narrowed and glared up past the camera to Jordan. There was no doubt he had a smug smile plastered across his face. “Just shut up.”

“Happy to.” Jordan flexed his cock, making the hardening member jump in front of Tracy. “I’ll let my little guy do the talking for me.”

“Hardly little.” Tracy said almost too softly to be heard.

With only another beat of hesitation, Tracy leaned in. Her hand cupped the wrinkly balls while the other took his shaft and began to stroke, getting it harder so that it was standing more at attention. It was so thick, and long. The head a harsh throbbing purple, and veins standing out along the length as it became firmer.

“Ahhhh.” Jordan moaned softly behind the camera.

Ignoring him, Tracy tilted her head towards the thick head that was starting to glisten with leaking pre-cum and rubbed her lips around it as if she were applying lipstick. The sticky fluid glommed onto her lips, spreading around and glistening like gloss. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed the warm tip like it was a first kiss between lovers.

“Fuck…” Jordan breathed.

Tracy let her tongue flick out, tracing along the underside of head. Her pink tongue came away with a glittering string of pre-cum that dripped back onto the head and slid down along the shaft and pooled around the grip she had on him.

Trailing her lips along and around the crown, Tracy glanced up at the camera. The look in her eyes was sultry and fierce. If she was going to do this, then she was going to make it count. Neal wasn’t sure if he was proud or scared. He watched as his wife moved down along Jordan’s length, kissing, pressing her juicy lips along his skin until she got to the root and trailed her tongue around it. The rough sound of tastebuds scratching against pubic hair filled the speakers along with Jordan’s deep breaths.

“Godamn…” He grunted, pressing his hand against his stomach so it didn’t obstruct the view of Tracy kissing along the root of his cock and then licking down around his balls. “Fucking shit, Trace, that’s amazing.”

She didn’t say anything. Tracy just continued to rub her lips and tongue all over Jordan’s sizable member, coating it in a glossy sheen of spit. His erection was pulsing, engorging his cock and making it twitch with each heartbeat. She moved all along the shaft, letting her lower lip drag along the underside until she was at the tip and with her eyes on the camera, opened her mouth and let it descend on the knob of Jordan’s dick.

“Ohhhh fucking god!” He moaned.

Neal moaned along with him, staring at the screen and into his wife’s daring brown eyes as she took another man’s cock into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks slightly and moved down further, further, the mushroom vanishing inside her warm mouth. For a minute she sucked on it like a lollipop. Up and down. Lips sliding over it, coating it with saliva, making it sparkle in the industrial lights that were hung overhead.

Her eyes closed and Tracy lowered herself, taking more and more of Jordan’s cock into her mouth, then her throat. There was only a slight, soft gag and a brief pause as she adjusted to his size and then pressed further until her nose was nestled in his sweaty pubic hair.

“Holy fuck! Fuck! Oh, my god Trac… stay there!” Jordan put a hand on the back of her head, holding her there with his entire length in her throat. To Tracy’s credit, she didn’t resist or choke as he held her down. Her breaths came in deeply through her nose, no doubt inhaling his musky scent.

Neal watched as Tracy rubbed her nose against him, no doubt her tongue was swirling around his cock and throat contracting around it, squeezing pleasantly. After a minute Jordan let go and Tracy pulled back, gasping slightly with spit dripping from her lips and onto her chin.

“Prick.” She muttered and then went back to work, licking the mess of her saliva and pre-cum, gathering it up on her tongue and then spitting it slowly back onto him. Her hand stroked up and down, the gooey concoction making the shaft slick, the stimulation easier and faster as her fist moved. She moved up and down, like a speeding piston in an engine, making Jordan moan louder, pre-cum leaking freely from his slit all over her hand.

Tracy sucked at his tip, her tongue diving into the dripping hole of his penis, exploring that little tunnel that produced cum. It made Jordan grunt, the phone shaking and almost slipping from his hands. She may not have liked Jordan much, but she was going to town on his cock and leaving nothing out. All of her skill was getting put to the test.

She gave his head attention, making it drip. The sensitivity of his skin along the crown escalated to a point that every little touch of her lips made him start to whimper like a man who was experiencing getting head for the first time in his life.

Before long she slid her mouth and tongue down to his balls and began sucking them one at a time. Pulling them out from her mouth with loud, deliberate pops. Wet and soggy. She spit on them and then licked it up along the seam of his testicles, took them into her mouth and gargled lewdly.

Neal was at a loss for words. His cock was throbbing in his jeans as he watched his wife become a sloppy cock sucking slut for Jordan. Tracy and Neal had had their fair amount of sexy slutty fun with each other, but what he was witnessing from his wife now was on another level. Was it all an act? Just for him because she knew he would be watching the video? Was this just like when he recorded her and Jordan at the hotel?

Or was her eagerness and wanton lust genuine?

Her eyes flashed at the camera, looking up as she swallowed his length again, making Jordan spasm.

“Holy fuck! Trace…goddamn it, I’m gonna…I…oh fuck!” His bulging belly jumbled around as his breathing increased.

Tracy’s lips tightened around the crown of his cock, cheeks sucking in and eyes blazing as she looked straight into the camera. Straight into Neal’s eyes. Into his heart. His soul. Into his desire.

“OHHHHHH FUCKFUCKFUCK!” Jordan began bucking his hips, but Tracy held his head there, between her lips tight and controlled, not allowing him to thrust into her mouth. Instead, his cum shot into the reservoir of her mouth. Shot after shot. Thick and warm.

Tracy’s eyelids fluttered as Jordan gushed into her mouth, but she remained in complete control. It was surprising and scary. Neal had no idea his wife was capable of that sort of discipline.

Finally, Jordan sat back, gulping in breaths like he had just been drowning and had finally found shore. “HOLY shitballs, Trace! Fuck!” He laughed nervously.

Slowly, carefully, Tracy pulled her lips away from Jordan’s deflating member. Somehow Jordan had maintained a grip on the phone and kept it focused and steady, centered on Tracy. Now she was looking straight back at the camera again and opened her mouth, pushing up her tongue to show the massive amount of cum Jordan had flooded her with. It was thick and soupy. The camera caught it all in glorious 4K, and then she shut her mouth and gave an audible gulp. When she opened her mouth again, there was nothing but healthy pink skin and pearly white teeth.

“Fucking shit!” Jordan muttered.

Tracy wiped off her chin with the back of her hand and got to her feet. “Ugh… my leg’s asleep…” she muttered, shaking her left leg a bit as she wavered. “You can stop recording. That should be enough.”

“S…sure.” Jordan chuckled. “I’m sure Neal will lo…”

The video stopped.

…

The rest of the drive home, Neal was in a trance. He went through the motions of weaving in and out of traffic. Putting on his blinker. Breaking at lights. But it all passed by as if in a dream. His brain was in a fog. The sounds of his wife sucking Jordan. And now, the view. The image of Tracy’s lips sliding along him. The dripping spit and cum. Her eyes. Fuck! Her eyes!

I want to see those eyes looking at me when he fucks her.

That thought was intrusive. Perverse. Disgusting. And it made him nearly cum in his pants every time it echoed through his mind.

Before he knew it, he was back home, sitting in his car in the driveway. His blood was running hot. Boxers stained with dried and sticky pre-cum that just wouldn’t stop leaking. Tracy’s car was already parked in the garage. Neal wasn’t sure how long she’d been home. How long had she been waiting for him? Had she sent the video right after it had been made? Or did she wait until she got home to do that?

So many questions. But did he want the answers to any of them?

They’d agreed that Tracy would do this one thing, and if Neal could handle it, then they would discuss further steps. But if he couldn’t, then he wouldn’t say anything. Neither of them would speak about it again. It would just become a footnote in their lives. A little spice and then packed away.

He sat outside for a long while. Time just slipped away, ticking and ticking as he stared out into space trying to process what he’d seen. What finally broke that lingering spell was a buzz from his phone. In a daze, he picked it up.

Tracy: Come inside

A simple message. Not a request. His wife wanted him to come home. He couldn’t stay sitting in purgatory forever. One way or another, he had to go in and face… whatever came.

Neal got out of the car and walked inside, closing the garage behind him. The house was quiet… much like that day he came home and all of this began. That seed. Planted by hearing his wife’s breaths and moans…

A soft sound drifted to Neal from the bedroom. Familiar to him just like his own voice. It was the unintelligible language of lust. Scruffy scraping gasps. Guttural grunts. 

Had Tracy brought Jordan home with her?

That was his first thought, and he hated himself for thinking his wife would ever go behind his back. Besides, that didn’t make sense. Why would she text him to come inside if she was…

Unless she wanted him to watch. Was… did she…?

Neal almost sprinted down the hall towards the bedroom. The moans grew louder. Deeper. But he didn’t hear any sign of another. It was just Tracy’s voice. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he got to their door, left wide open, and stopped just inside, grabbing hold of the doorknob for stability.

Tracy was laid back on the bed, skin glistening with oil. The only scrap of clothing she wore was a pair of purple thong panties that were soaked through with oil and juices, her hand under them, stretching the already tight material, rubbing and thrusting fingers deep into her wet cunt.

“Stay…right there…” She gasped. Her breasts were slick with oil, moving gently with the motion of her hand between her legs and the other over her head gripping her pillow.

Neal stood frozen, watching his wife writhing on the bed. The sounds of her fingers squelching into her pussy and her heavy, hearty breaths drowned out any thought that tried to bubble up inside his mind.

“Fucking bastard.” She panted, fingers digging deeply into her slick folds. The panties were bulging up and down, stretching wetly along her knuckles. “Making me suck that bloated nerd.” Tracy’s eyes caught Neal’s. They were simmering and dangerous. It wasn’t exactly anger he saw, but a sort of frustration he couldn’t quite put words to.

“Trace I…”

“Shut up!” She moaned, and her hips thrust up as her fingers dipped, and she groaned. “Did you like the… the video? Hm? You like seeing me worship that big dick? Swallow all that cum? It tasted so gross. Fuck…” Her whole body shuddered, nipples visibly hardening and oil beading along her skin as she started sweating.

“I…I… did…” Neal breathed, feeling almost ashamed to admit it.

“I knew it… fucking knew it. Such a pervert.” She kept eye contact, fucking herself with her fingers. “Is that what you wanted to see? See me be a slut?”

“I… I don’t want you to… to be a slut. I just…” He took a step forward, aroused and scared all at once by the intensity of his wife’s gaze.

“Fucking stay there! You said you wanted to watch me. Now watch! Watch me masturbate thinking about Jordan. God! Fucking Jordan! Do you know how fucked up that is? I should be fantasizing about you, Neal! My husband! Instead, I’m thinking about that Dorito eating dipshit and his massive dick!” She was thrusting her fingers faster, harder, arching her ass up off the bed with gasps. Her eyes rolled back. Juices and oil dripped down from the panties, some clinging to her tight ass and others falling like rain all over the soiled bed sheets.

“Take out your dick!” Tracy ordered. “Go ahead. Isn’t this what you want, you pervert? Stroke and watch me! Fucking do it!”

His wife was crazy with lust and arousal and anger. Neal was struck dumb, but found himself quickly undoing his jeans, pulling down his pants so they were around his thighs and started jerking his cock fast, watching as Tracy continued assaulting herself.

“Stupid. So stupid. Fucking god, his cock was huge in my mouth! Oh god! And now I can’t stop thinking of him fucking me again. Fucking this tight little cunt!” She reached down and pulled her panties away, peeling them off her bulging knuckles, exposing herself to Neal. Her labia was puffy and red. Lips engorged. Dripping and glistening, her fingers stretched her entrance wide. “This isn’t even fucking half as wide as he would stretch me, Neal! Is that what you want to see? Me opened up to breaking?”

“Yes…” Neal admitted with a heavy breath, beating his meat faster and faster, beyond embarrassed and humiliated but so turned on he wasn’t sure he could even think rationally if he tried.

Tracy was whimpering. “I hate you! I fucking hate you for this. Making me want it. Need it. God fucking damn it fuuuuuuck!” She was trembling.

“Trace… I’m sor…” He was trying to apologize.

“Save it! Fuck god fuck. You want it, don’t you? You want to watch!”

“Yes… I do… I loved the video. I wanna watch you with him. With Jordan. I wanna watch you have sex, baby.” 

Whatever demon was driving Tracy seemed to break and leave. Cut and run. She was still fucking herself hard and fast with her dripping fingers. But she was crying. Tears staining her cheeks. “Neal… honey… I… I fucking love you… please… come here… fuck me, fuck my little cunt!” She stretched open her pussy to show him how it was trembling and sucking with need.

Neal was stumbling forward, pants around his ankles, feeling like an idiot, but somehow managed to climb onto the bed and practically fell onto and into his wife.

“AHHHHHH!” She screamed and came immediately, squirting and convulsing and squeezing Neal’s cock even as he plunged in just one single time before he too reached his peak and shot his cum deep inside.

They both were moaning, shouting and groaning in mixtures of emotion and pleasure.

Tracy grabbed hold of her husband’s ass and pulled him deeper. “Fuck… fuck… please. Oh my god, Neal. I want you to watch me get fucked. I wanna do it for you. For me. I want it… does… that make me bad?” She was panting and still riding an orgasm that was threatening to break her.

Neal pressed his mouth to hers, stealing her breath and bruising her lips. “Never. Never bad. Always…good… I love you. I wanna see it too. I wanna see you pleased and pleasing. I have to… we’ll do it together.” He rammed himself into her even though his cock was overstimulated and the feeling so intense it threatened to make him pass out.

Tracy yelped and whimpered with his hard, erratic thrusts. “To…together… together… fuck me.. Fuck me… keep me… keep me yours.”

“Mine.” He panted back.

They grabbed hold and clung tightly to each other. Tracy’s legs wrapped around and pulled him against her. His cock sinking in even as it was starting to soften. Her oiled breasts rubbed against his shirt, staining it, making it sticky. She bit his neck, still riding the earth shattering orgasm before falling back on her pillow.

Neal collapsed on top of her, head against her chest, listening to her pounding heart.

Within a moment they were both sleeping, exhausted and empty.

…

Neal listened as the shower ran, Tracy washing herself off as he was stripping the bed of the messy sheets. He gathered them up and put them into a laundry basket before going down the hall to the linen closet and pulling out some new sheets. Thankfully, they’d had a mattress protector on under the sheets, so the mattress itself wasn’t a mess of oil that would probably never come out.

When he returned to the room, he peeked into the bathroom. Tracy was stepping out of the shower. Her hair dripping, plastered to her cheeks, covering her face as she reached out and grabbed a towel, beginning to dry herself off.

The desire to go in and grab hold of his wife was strong, but he restrained himself. Tracy needed space. He could tell by the way she had rolled off the bed once they’d both woken up from their sexual stupor. She was sniffing, eyes rimmed red, and her whole posture screamed she wanted to be alone. So, he gave her the space she needed to process what had just happened.

Somehow it seemed even more significant than what they’d already done. Neal went over what had happened in their marriage in just a month. Tracy had willingly had sex with someone else. Let herself be recorded so Neal could listen. And now he wanted more. So she’d gone to Jordan and given him one of the most amazing blowjobs Neal had ever witnessed. Filmed it. And sent it to him so he could watch and determine if he could handle actually watching his wife have sex.

The first video was still sitting on his computer. Unwatched. And he wasn’t sure he ever would. It seemed stupid. But that whole arrangement had been for him to listen. The video was incidental. He wanted something intentional. And now it seemed like he was going to get it, if what they’d both said was true while they’d been in the throes of passion.

As Neal began to put the new sheets on the bed, Tracy came out of the bathroom. A small billow of steam wafted out as she marched towards their closet. She had a towel wrapped around her tightly, and she deliberately kept her eyes forward and down, not acknowledging Neal as she stepped into the closet and closed the door behind her.

That little action made Neal’s chest ache. Was she mad? She definitely seemed upset in some way when she was fingering herself. The words she said, how she spoke to him, it definitely spoke of some inner turmoil. Neal had his own emotions of course, but since it was Tracy’s body, he was sure her feelings were far more complex.

By the time he finished putting on the new sheets, Tracy came out of the closet wearing simple gray, high-hipped panties and an oversized t-shirt with an overly cute kitten on the front. She was pulling her damp hair back into a ponytail as she walked towards Neal. When she reached him, she looked up into his eyes, got on her toes and gave him a slow, meaningful kiss.

Neal slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She lay her head on his chest. He’d changed clothes after he’d gotten out of bed. They were just as ruined as the sheets.

“We’re doing this, aren’t we?” She spoke into his shirt.

“Y…yeah. Unless you say no. It doesn’t matter if I want this, Tracy. Put what my fantasies and perverted kinks are aside. If you don’t want to do this, that’s it. Final. I’ll never speak of it again. It’s your body. I can’t ask you to use it just so I can get a good look or whatever. You’re a person, and if I ever, ever made you think for a second you weren’t, that this was all about my satisfaction and your feelings didn’t matter then…”

Tracy put a hand on his chest and looked up at him, quickly silencing him with just a look.

“You have never made me feel that way. And I don’t think you feel like that. It’s okay to have fantasies. Kinks. But we have to be honest about them. Both of us. And that means I have to admit that… I want this Neal. Jordan was really good in bed. And giving him that blowjob was intense. Yeah, I’m kinda grossed out by the man, but he was actually a… Well, not a gentleman, but at least polite after we finished the video. He didn’t pressure me or anything. But he’s definitely on board if we want to take this further.”

Neal nodded slowly.

“So if you want to. Then I want to. We can do this. But we need to organize it right and make sure we know our limits, okay? Seriously. We can’t cringe away from this. We have to ask the hard questions. Discuss the hard limits and specific things that we can and can’t say or do.” She held her husband’s gaze earnestly. “And before we even entertain any of this, I have to know… do you trust me? Are you scared that if we do this I’m going to start… I don’t know, stepping out on you? Searching for other men or seeing Jordan behind your back? If you have any insecurities about this, if it’s going to turn into jealousy that’s going to damage us, our marriage, then we are not going to do this.”

“I… no… no, I don’t think you’d cheat on me. No, um… I mean… honestly, no I don’t think you’d go behind my back with Jordan or start trolling around trying to find a big cock or whatever. But jealousy is part of this, Trace. Listening to what Jordan did to you… it twisted my gut. I nearly gave myself a panic attack. But I was also so aroused it was impossible to deny. I… it’s complicated. A paradox or something. Pain and pleasure. Jealousy and trust. I know there’s a balance, and it’s really delicate.”

Tracy was listening intently. Hands on her husband’s hips, briefly noticing his cock getting hard in the sweatpants he’d thrown on.

“But… I think we can do this. I want us to do this. But I think you’re right. We need to make some rules. Real rules. And we have to trust each other and be honest. And that means if I’m uncomfortable, then I have to speak up. Same for you. Even if it might hurt the other. Because there’s a chance that one of us might like this, but the other won’t. If that happens, then speaking up might mean the one that’s enjoying themselves will feel cheated out of something. Denied. And I don’t want either of us to have any resentment. Not for this. Not for sex.”

They pulled each other close and stood quietly, letting the implications of this new possibility, this new road, sink in. The sun was starting to go down, and the room was becoming dark as they stood together, just letting each other breathe. Finally, as the last light of day was vanishing, they pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes.

“We’re doing this.” They said it together. It made them burst into laughter and fall onto the newly made bed, tangling themselves together as they started to make a mess of what was clean.

…

It was a week before Neal and Tracy were able to agree on the details and get things set up. Jordan was more than ready to bend to any time or place. He said he’d close his store at the drop of a hat if that’s what they wanted.

Tracy was equally flattered and disgusted by Jordan’s enthusiasm. But at least he wasn’t being controlling or manipulative. He was simply following their lead.

The first thing they had to do was simply sit down with each other. First just Neal and Tracy, and then they invited Jordan over as well to go over and lay out very clear boundaries and rules. They didn’t shy away from the tough discussions. Tracy would have absolute, full control of the situation. If she told Jordan to stop. That was it. No questions. If Neal became uncomfortable and wanted to stop, then they stopped. Hell, if Jordan lost interest and wanted to stop, then they all agreed. They agreed on a safe word, Soda. A completely disconnected word from sex. If it was said by anyone, then whatever was happening needed to stop and they needed to reorient, check in, and maybe pause for a bit until everyone was okay.

Everything would be filmed. Neal had free rein with the camera and could and would capture whatever he wanted. There would also be stable cameras set up to capture the full event as he did his own handheld work.

“I’m going to do this my way, Neal.” Tracy said when they were all sitting in the living room. She was dressed conservatively, not wanting to give Jordan any sort of idea that tonight he’d be getting any action. Loose jeans, t-shirt and jacket. To Jordan’s credit, he sat back in his chair and kept his eyes solidly on her face, rather than looking at her like she was something he could indulge in.

“Um… what’s that mean?” Neal asked, leaning forward, hands clasped between his knees.

“It means, sex my way. How I want. With Jordan. We get to do whatever we want. If you want… I don’t know, some specific shots I guess you can give me and Jordan a list. But we are going to do this my way. Say what I want. But, our safe word still applies. If whatever we say goes too far, then say it. I’ll stop. Jordan will stop.” Tracy sat, arms folded, sternly looking at Neal.

Her husband nodded. They’d discussed things long and hard. And though Tracy was willing, even eager, to do this, she was still slightly perturbed about the whole thing. It was something she was going to have to work out on her own though. She’d have to come to term and get comfortable. And she knew once she and Jordan got into things… all her doubts would most likely vanish in the heat of their desire.

Jordan could barely mask a grin as he listened to Tracy. She noticed, but ignored it. Jordan was the lucky one in all this. He didn’t have to deal with the complex workings of love and marriage. He was just going to get laid. And since he didn’t seem to have any qualms about being filmed, it was all benefits with no drawbacks.

“Do I get to make any requests?” Jordan’s sudden interest in the negotiations made Tracy and Neal jump, as if they’d forgotten he was there.

“Like…what?” Tracy narrowed her eyes at the chubby man. He was a pervert. Probably worse than Neal. Was he going to ask for something kinky? Gross?

“Just that I get to choose the outfit for the evening?” He smiled mischievously.

Tracy rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to dress up as some slutty video game character or anime bimbo. No ‘cosplay’ at all…”

Jordan held up his hands with a chuckle. “Whoa. We haven’t gotten to that point in our relationship, Trace. No worries. I’m talking about the undies. Let me choose. But no surprises, at least not for you. Just a surprise for Neal. You and I can talk about it, and I’ll choose the underthings you get to wear for the evening. I promise it’ll be visually fun for our man here.” Jordan gave Neal a wink. It made Neal’s stomach curdle slightly and Tracy shiver.

“I suppose… that’s… fair. But I get veto power, Jordan. So if I don’t agree to any of the stuff you choose, then I’m just going to make my own decision, and that’s that.” Tracy sat back, arms firmly crossed.

“I do love a woman who knows what she wants. Agreed.” That seemed to satisfy the man.

Beyond that, they’d organized the time, the day, and the place.

Over the next few days, Jordan texted Tracy multiple times with links and pictures of outfits. She’d been worried at first that he would choose things that were more… well… she wasn’t exactly sure. She had just been afraid that Jordan and his perversion would spill over to his lingerie choices. Instead, he’d actually sent her some fairly tantalizing and sexy choices. Elegant. Expensive. Very sensual. Scandalous for sure. Much along the lines of the lingerie she’d worn for him the first time.

It took some back and forth, and some concerted effort to get over the ick she felt discussing lingerie with Jordan, before they settled on an outfit. Jordan told her he’d have it ready for her when they arrived at the hotel, his treat since he was the lucky man getting to have some fun with a married woman.

They agreed on a Saturday. Same hotel. Neal left early to set the room up with cameras and all the other equipment he’d used the last time. Tracy spent the day getting ready. Along, luxurious shower with scented soaps. She did her hair, curling it so that it fell in gentle waves. Carefully and slowly she shaved, and this part she decided to film. Setting up her phone to record as she sat on the edge of their tub, and began slowly, delicately, shaving all the hair from her vagina. When she was done, and completely smooth, she sent the video to Neal and told him she was doing this for Jordan, not for him.

It was mean. Maybe a little spiteful. But it was also kinky, and she knew her husband, the pervert he was and had become, was going to be torn between liking it and hating it.

Good.

That was how she felt. Excited and sick. Nervous and giddy. The push and pull of emotions were dangerously addictive.

To top things off, she did her makeup. A subtle amount of pink eyeshadow, liner, blush and dark pink lipstick. Since Jordan was going to bring the outfit, she’d wear for the video, she put on a simple pair of gray cotton panties and bra under her jeans and t-shirt. She refused to dress up to simply go to the hotel, mostly because she didn’t want anyone seeing her and assuming the worst.

Once she was ready, it was nearly noon, and they’d decided on a ‘start time’ at around two. This was somewhat arbitrary, but it gave plenty of time for Neal to check in, get set up, and for Tracy to get ready. Jordan just had to be patient. Hopefully, he at least took a shower before showing up like last time.

Tracy arrived at the room, stepping inside tentatively. Neal was finishing up, typing something on his computer and clicking a few things to adjust settings. He looked up when she closed the door softly.

“H…hey.” He stammered.

“Everything ready?” She asked, trying to remain calm and business-like. There were going to be a lot of emotions in just a little while, and she didn’t want to add fuel to the flickering flames that were already threatening to burn them.

“Um. Yeah. So… we’ve got three cameras in the bedroom, and… I will have a handheld as well. So… we should be able to get… um… some good footage.” Neal was clearly nervous, and the look on his face was of pure guilt.

They may have decided to do this together. But he still felt like he was pushing his wife into something. And, truth be told, Tracy felt that way too. But she knew she could say no. She could stop it all right here and now.

She just didn’t want to.

Tracy came close to Neal and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “It’s going to be fine. I love you. Just remember that. No matter what happens. I love you. We are in this together, okay?” She was sincere.

Neal nodded, holding the small digital camera he was going to use to watch his wife’s defilement.

“Good. Now… I think Jordan should be here in a minute, I’m going to go to the bathroom and finish getting ready. He’s supposed to bring my outfit, so… yeah, just give it to me when he arrives.” With another soft kiss on his cheek, Tracy left her husband alone in the living area of the room and locked herself into the bathroom to wait for Jordan.

…

A soft knock came at the door.

Tracy was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She’d taken off her clothes, everything except her panties, and was nervously bouncing her foot as she waited. Despite already having had sex with Jordan, she still felt anxious. Almost as anxious as she had been on her wedding night. Not that she was inexperienced then. But this was… different.

It was still a war of contradictions and paradoxes in her mind. She’d already fucked Jordan. Had it recorded. Neal had listened countless times. But he still hadn’t watched the video. Now here they were, about to do it again. But this time it wouldn’t be a performance of sound, but of sight. Neal wouldn’t be waiting outside the bedroom. He’d be in there with her and watching as she broke her marriage vows.

The knock came again. “Trace?” It was Neal.

Taking a slow, calming breath, Tracy got up and walked confidently to the door, unlocked it and opened it just a crack. “Yeah?” She asked.

Neal held up a black box wrapped with a pink ribbon. “Jordan’s here.” He said quietly.

Tracy’s cheeks flushed. Opening the door a little wider, she reached out and took the small package, letting Neal see just a brief flash of her breasts before she shut the door with a muttered thanks and that she’d be out in a few minutes.

She took the gift and set it on the counter, slowly pulling the ribbon and then slipping off the top seeing the lingerie she and Jordan had selected for the first time physically. Her fingers trembled slightly. It was elegant and expensive. She’d seen the price. And it was all for someone else…

No. It wasn’t for Jordan. Not solely. It was for Neal too. For him to see. She took another slow breath. This was a performance. It was about visuals. Neal was going to watch. To film. So she needed to get into ‘character’. Into the right mood and mindset.

Make this good Tracy. Let’s do this.

…

Jordan sat down on the bed, already stripped down to his Power Ranger boxers. His hairy stomach was overflowing along the waistband. The grin on his face was wide and patient. Expectant. His swampy green eyes glanced at the various cameras in the room, and then over at Neal standing in the doorway to the bedroom, holding a digital camera and looking… sick? Nervous? Excited? Maybe all of the above and more? Jordan couldn’t exactly tell.

Hopefully Neal wasn’t getting cold feet. He’d had Tracy once, and that blowjob she’d given him had been world shattering. He wanted more. Maybe, if he played his cards right, and this entire performance and video turned out well, he could make this a regular thing with Tracy. Fuck that would be amazing. A fuck buddy. Maybe she’d become a hotwife and he could be her Bull. Or at least her booty call. He’d take what he could get.

But first, tonight had to go well.

“Doing alright there, Nealy boy?” Jordan asked casually. It was important to put his friend at ease. He wanted this to work.

“Yeah.” Neal muttered, shuffling from foot to foot as he fiddled with his camera.

Jordan just nodded, feeling awkward. It was better when Neal was out of the room. Ultimately he didn’t feel shy about having sex in front of Neal, but waiting like this was undeniably strange.

The bathroom door creaked open a crack and Tracy peeked out. “Uh… everyone ready?” Her voice was strangely timid. It seemed everyone was anxious.

Neal stood straight. “Y…yeah honey, uh, yeah I’m… good.”

Jordan sat back on the bed, hands propping him up as he spread his legs and gave Tracy a smile. “Hey beautiful. I’m ready when you are. Let’s give hubby a show.”

Tracy’s cheeks reddened for a minute, then with a deep sigh, she opened the door fully and stepped into the bedroom.

Neal dropped the camera with a gasp. He quickly scrambled to pick it back up, fumbling and finally getting it back in hand and pointed at his wife as she slowly walked further into the room, towards Jordan.

She wore deep, bright blue heels. Stockings that clung to her smooth legs, a sheer blue that matched the heels. The teddy she wore stretched tightly to her curves, pushing her breasts up to spill over just a little along the bodice. It was sapphire blue, intricate lace, with soft little ruffles along the waistline and shoulder straps. The panties matched, ruffles along the legs, thong cut and a slit down the center that gave just a peek of her smooth cunt.

Tracy glanced at Neal, seeing him react to her outfit. Elegant but sexy. Erotic. And not for him. She turned her attention to Jordan, who was smiling eagerly, a bulge beginning to appear in his childish boxers. The sight of his underwear made her roll her eyes. Way to kill the mood. But she came to stand in front of him, back to Neal. She stood with her legs slightly apart, imagining her husband with his camera, focusing between her legs, seeing the soft bald labia puffing out between the slit in her panties, a small evidence of her pink lips poking out as she was becoming aroused. An image of Jordan sitting on the bed, framed between her thighs, looking at her with hunger.

“Fuck that outfit was a good choice.” Jordan chuckled. “Did we get the sizes right?”

Tracy nodded. “Yeah. A bit tight. But it’s good.”

“I can tell. Your boobs are practically pouring out of the top. Love it. Bounce them a little.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. Not liking him trying to tell her what to do, but what would be the point of telling him no? Tracy bounced on the balls of her feet, making her breasts jiggle almost like jello trying to pop out of their mold.

“Fuck.” Jordan groaned and reached down, rubbing his crotch slowly. “You ready to put on a show?”

Tracy brushed back her hair and nodded curtly.

“Then come here honey. I’m ready and waiting.” Jordan had a shit-eating grin, and Tracy wanted to slap him. Instead, she took a slow, seductive step forward, bent at the waist and placed her hands on Jordan’s hairy, fat thighs. She moved her hands along him, up towards his crotch, over his underwear until she felt his rising erection and gripped it through the boxers.

“You ready for me?” She let her voice drip with sweet desire.

“Yeah,” Jordan breathed, watching her closely.

Tracy moved her hands up to his waistband, pushing his bulging belly up to get ahold of it and started to pull the boyish boxers down…

…

Neal struggled to keep the camera steady. He started behind Tracy, her ass pushed out revealing the thong backing of the crotchless panties. The slit down the middle framing her puffy bald slit. From the angle of the camera her long legs and ass were in focus, her back arched and in the background the fuzzy image of Jordan staring down with his saggy cheeks, five o’clock shadow, and hungry green eyes, watching as Tracy’s head, hair in a ponytail, swished and moved.

“Oh fuuuu….” Jordan groaned. “Neal buddy, come get a shot of this… fuck your wife’s tongue…”

Something in Neal’s stomach flipped. His teeth clenched. But he moved around, holding the camera as steady as possible as he captured the smooth rise of Tracy’s ass, her back and sides. Her breasts swayed in her teddy, almost slipping out of the top as he came to focus on Tracy’s warm pink tongue gliding up along the thick throbbing vein of Jordan’s cock. Her eyes were half lidded, coming to the top of Jordan’s glistening dick with dripping precum and kissed it.

“Yeah. Oh god yeah Trace. That’s it.” Jordan panted with a wide grin.

“Do you ever shut up?” Tracy muttered before she lowered herself again, licking around his thick base, her hands on his balls and stroking his shaft slowly up and down. 

“Shit.” Neal muttered, watching how the penis overshadowed her face, like a towering monster ready to devour her.

Tracy’s eyes darted to the camera. Holding the digital gaze and Neal’s viewing eyes through the screen. “You like this honey?” She asked, her pink lips pressing against Jordan’s sack. “Hmmm? Is this what you wanted? To see me worship a big fat cock?”

Jordan chuckled. “I definitely want to see it. So far you’ve only shown you like it… not love it.”

Her glare shifted to Jordan, and she shifted herself up a little to look him in the eye. He met her challenging stare and didn’t back down. His grin was salacious, daring her. Neal watched trembling, wondering how Tracy would react.

Without breaking her gaze, she lowered her mouth and gave a slow French kiss against the underside of his cock head. It made Jordan tremble slightly and suck in a breath as her tongue gently flicked along his frenulum and dripping slit. “So… you want me to worship you?” She asked, eyes burning with defiance.

“Show me you can. Show your husband… for the video. Let’s make it a good performance.” Jordan flexed his cock and made it tap against her lips.

“Dick.” She whispered, but began to make love to Jordan’s cock. Her lips moved over his tip, his head, rubbing her lips along it like he was a tube of lipstick. The pre-cum smeared along her lips making them glisten and shine. Her breath was hot, kissing and letting the tip of her tongue glide around his mushroom ridge, soft wet kisses along his shaft, letting it rub against her cheeks as she went down to his base. Her tongue circled around it, biting at his pubic hair making him cringe and gasp when she pulled at them with a sneer.

Neal moved around to get a shot over Jordan’s shoulder. A more POV type scene. Tracy moved her mouth and tongue and cheeks and nose all along and over Jordan’s dick, making it begin to drip and glisten with saliva and pre-cum. Her cheeks became smeared with the juices and she didn’t seem to care. Neal couldn’t remember the last time his wife had given him this sort of attention. But it was clear she was trying to prove something. To perform. Or maybe… was she trying to make Neal feel jealous?

That was easy enough. He did feel jealous. Jordan was getting the sort of treatment he desperately wanted right now. He was her husband after all. But the flash in Tracy’s eyes told Neal all he needed to know. This is what he’d asked for and she was going to deliver.

Jordan let out a deep groan, more thick dribbles of sticky pre-cum pumped out of him, down his shaft, pooling around his base and Tracy’s sucking lips. “My balls… lick them… fucking suck on them Trace…” He groaned.

Her mouth moved down and sucked in one of his heavy testicles, sloppily gargling it in her mouth as she put her hand on his slick shaft, stroking up and down. Her wedding ring shining clearly, making Neal’s muscles tense and cock throb in his pants.

“Lower…” Jordan whispered.

Tracy’s eyes met his and he grinned. “Come on. We’ve gotta give the cameraman what he wants.” Jordan lifted his meaty thighs up a bit higher, bracing his heels against the bed frame.

For a moment Tracy cringed, her lip lifting in a disgusted grimace. But when her eyes darted to the camera, to her husband who was diligently filming and quietly huffing with a very clear erection, she braced herself and leaned down and extended her tongue.

Neal nearly dropped the camera.

…

Jordan’s ass tasted bitter… but clean. Thank god. She licked around the rim. Around the puckering muscles making the fat nerd tremble and nearly choke on his breath. “Yeah…oh holy fucking shit yeah…”

She adjusted her stance, feet wider, ass up behind her and leaning down lower, lifting up Jordan’s heavy sack and trailing her tongue delicately along the asshole’s asshole. Out of the corner of her eye, Tracy saw Neal moving around, shaking as he watched his wife lick another man’s ass. Something she’d never done for him.

He panned the camera around to capture her ass, framing between her thighs and clearly seeing her tilted head and tongue lapping at the man’s sweaty crack.

She hated every second of it. Licking this man’s darkest part. But it was also arousing. She couldn’t deny that. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping. Glistening between the framing trim of the panties. Sensing Neal behind her filming and clearly struggling with what he was watching, Tracy reached down between her legs and began to rub at her clit. Moaning, playing up the noises for the camera as she pushed her tongue into Jordan’s ass. It made both men gasp in surprise.

Jordan may act all cocky, but he was still the nerdy boy that felt lucky to get a hand job in someone’s basement by the drunk cheerleader. He wasn’t going to complain, but he also didn’t expect the sort of attention Tracy was giving him.

“Shit! Ohhh fuck yeah Trace… like that… that feels fucking fantastic!” Jordan let out a breathless chuckle.

For a solid minute, she lapped and licked at him, trying to make him feel good, but also put a good show on for the camera. It was Jordan that stopped her. “S…stop…shit, if you keep doing that I’m gonna burst.”

She looked up at him, stroking his shaft and rubbing her clit. “What? Are you a one trick pony Jordan? Do you only have one load for me?”

Jordan glared at her. The tension and violence within their warring gazes made the room feel hot. “I’ve got plenty of loads for you, slut. But I want my first in that pussy.”

Tracy shook her head. “You’re putting a condom on.” She stood up, walking seductively over to the nightstand and popped open a box of XL condoms. “These should hold up better.”

“Seriously? I’ve already cum in you. Why even bother?” Jordan muttered even as he shuffled up further on the bed and laid back, his stomach like a massive hill, shirt riding up to show his hairy flesh.

“Take it or leave it.” Tracy tossed the condom to Jordan and cocked her hip.

The man rolled his eyes but quickly ripped the package and rolled it onto his slick throbbing member. “Fine. Your loss. You know you want this raw. But sure, try to deny yourself. Let’s see how long that lasts.” His smile was like a dare, a challenge to Tracy’s resolve.

And she already felt herself losing. She could remember Jordan’s raw cock. How it felt stretching her. And then his cum. God he’d shot into her like a fucking geyser. Thick. Hot. Sticky. It had been intense and that alone had made her have a mini orgasm. But she couldn’t let him get to her like that again. They may be making a tape for Neal, but she had to keep some control. Condoms were a way of asserting that power.

But seeing that member encased in transparent latex… it felt… wrong. 

Stop it! Stop it slut. Fuck! Seriously? Get it together. He’s got a big cock. That’s all. It’s not some addictive substance. It’ll still feel good. Ugh! This is all Neal’s fault. Fucking pervert. Why’d I agree to this?

She knew why. Just like Neal wanted it, the desire she had to feel free and reckless again was just too appealing to push aside. Jordan was a slob, but he had the dick and they had the experience together. He was safe. A jerk. A real perverted asshole. But, surprisingly trustworthy.

“Second guessing?” Jordan broke into her thoughts. “You took it before Trace. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna break you. I’m just gonna fuck you into Nirvana.”

“Prick.” She muttered and walked back around to the end of the bed, looked back over at Neal as he stood filming. “You ready for this honey? This is what you wanted.”

“Y…yeah…” His voice cracked like he was back in grade school.

A part of her liked his nervousness. But she was also a bit disgusted by his perverted desire. And then that disgust came right back around, a reflection in a mirror. She wanted it just as much as him. All the blame wasn’t on her husband. She shared it.

Wiggling her ass at the camera she climbed onto the bed, walking on her knees between Jordan’s parted thighs. “We’ll see who goes to Nirvana first.” She mocked. “My pussy is pretty heavenly.”

“And I’m gonna make you scream for God.” Jordan sneered with a laugh.

Tracy propped up a foot next to Jordan’s hip. Half kneeling and allowing his cock to be framed between her soft thighs and point directly at her exposed pussy in the crotchless panties. “So full of yourself.” She muttered.

“You’re about to be full of me.” His meaty hands grabbed hold of her hips. “Now shut the fuck up. You know you want it.”

“Fucker.” Tracy growled, one hand reaching down to grip the base of his cock, aiming it at her slit. Her other hand grabbed hold of his flabby gut.

“I’m absolutely going to ‘fuck her’.” He mocked, teeth bared like he was some sort of sinister villain.

“Fucking gross. I wish I’d put a bag over your head. It would make this easier.” Even as she made her disdain and disgust known, Tracy moved her hips and let her soft labia trace along his encased tip.

“I’ll gladly wear a sack on my head if it means I’m balls deep in that pretty cunt.” Jordan gripped her hips tighter and began to apply some pressure, pulling her down.

Neal listened, zooming the camera in between his wife’s legs…

…

HANDHELD

Zooming in close, the glistening of Tracy’s labia brought the image into focus. Jordan’s large crown, with a little reservoir of a stretched condom rubbing along her lips, parting them and nestling into the small entrance.

A soft hiss. A hitching breath.

Tracy lowered herself. The camera close. Her pussy and the soft globes of her ass filling the frame. Jordan’s cock stood erect and pierced her lips, spreading, beginning to swallow him.

CAMERA 1 - At the head of the bed

Jordan lay with his head towards the camera. His gut rising up and almost obscuring Tracy’s spread legs as she slowly lowered herself. The angle allowed for a view of the penetration. Her mound spreading around Jordan’s dick.

Tracy could be seen clearly, her breasts having slipped out over the top of her teddy, nipples dark and hard. Her head tilted back, hair swaying around her shoulders as it came undone from its ponytail. Eyes close. Gasping as Jordan filled her.

CAMERA 2 - At the foot of the bed.

Jordan and Tracy are visible on the bed. Tracy’s ass clenching as she is sliding down Jordan’s length. Her hair is caressing her shoulders and back, shoulder blades extending back as she lets out a deep gasp.

The fat nerd below her, his face clear, is groaning, staring down over his gut at this beautiful married woman impaling herself on his length.

Neal can be seen standing at the end of the bed, holding the small handheld camera, focusing it on the penetration of his wife’s pussy around Jordan’s cock. His pants are tented, a stain spreading along the front as pre-cum leaks out.

…

Tracy straddled Jordan’s lap. Her hips smacked against his belly as she bounced herself up and down, firm and steady on his massive cock. Hands in her hair, feeling pleasure she just couldn’t put words to.

There was no doubt Jordan was bigger, and he was so deep. Over and over. Rubbing against spots only his length and thickness could reach and stretch. Her labia slid along his shaft, the condom lubricated and made even slicker with her own dripping juices. The friction was annoying. She could feel the difference. Raw versus thin latex. It kept away some of the desired pleasure. Like she was being edged rather than fully pushed over the cliff.

Her ass smacked against his heavy thighs, the hair rubbing against her, just another portion of stimulation that was driving her crazy. Jordan’s hand grabbed hold of her tits as they bounced, firmly squeezing and pinching her nipples as he watched her with an intense, focused look. She knew that look. Swiveling her hips, she squeezed and he grunted. Poor Jordan was trying to keep control.

It felt good to send the arrogant slob into dizzying pleasure, having that sort of power over him. And her husband. Neal was behind her, filming as Jordan filled her over and over, rising and falling on him. His balls bouncing and wetly spanking her cheeks as she fucked him.

Her mind began to fog over in the pleasure Jordan’s cock was giving her. Jordan held tightly to her hips, guiding up and down, watching her lips grip tightly along his covered shaft. The feel of the latex dulled the feeling he remembered. The heat of Tracy’s pussy and how it sucked and dragged along his sensitive skin. It was almost torture. But he would follow the rules. Let Tracy lead. If he cooperated, then there might be another opportunity to get balls deep inside her raw. So he would endure the torture and make her feel so fucking fantastic that she’d willingly throw out the condoms.

…

Neal watched as Tracy turned around, Jordan negotiating her legs as she stayed impaled on him and turned to face her husband, leaning back with her hands planted on Jordan’s stomach, legs spread wide giving Neal a full view of her pussy swallowing Jordan’s massive dick.

“Fuck!” Tracy groaned.

“Fuck.” Neal moaned seeing how his wife was spread, stretched so wide it was obscene.

Tracy’s head lulled back, mouth open in deep sucking breaths as Jordan took hold of her ass and started thrusting up into her. Pounding. Pistoning. Making her eyes roll. He was sweating and grunting. Panting. Clearly exerting himself far beyond what he was used to. But he didn’t let up. His balls bounced, slapping against her clit, making her whimper. 

“Fuck! Oh god fuck! Shit! Jordan…goddamn it oh fuck you prick! You’re… gonna…ahhh fuck!” Tracy was gasping.

“Cum! Cum on my cock, Tracy. Show your husband how much you like it. Neal…oh fuck…fuck… get a close up. Watch me ruin your wife’s cunt! Oh holy shit she’s tight.” Jordan’s breaths and voice were coming out in wheezes, like he was having an asthma attack.

“AHHhohhhhh fuck! Get… over here, Neal… fucking film my cunt getting stretched. Isn’t this what you wanted you fucking pervert? Come here!” She was wild, clearly on the verge of an orgasm, juices dripping and white frothing around Jordan’s base, the condom rubbing and starting to stretch and roll up along his length.

Neal moved in close between the couple’s thighs. He could smell his wife. The scent of sweat and musk. Semen and sex. It made him dizzy, like he was breathing in varnish. He watched Tracy’s bald lips gripping, pulling and rubbing along Jordan’s ramming dick.

“Fuck…shit…stop…stop Jordan!” Tracy said it sternly and with a frustrated grunt.

Jordan stopped reluctantly, panting, holding tight to Tracy’s hips and trying to catch his breath. “Wh…what’s wrong…” He asked, though Neal wasn’t sure he was really concerned or more frustrated with being made to stop.

“Fucking…stupid…” Tracy was swallowing air and then looked down between her thighs, Jordan’s cock half buried inside. “Stupid fucking condom. It’s… it hurts… damn latex…or whatever it is…” She lifted herself off and Jordan’s cock popped out with a slick wet plop. Without hesitation, Tracy reached down and grabbed his dick and started pulling the condom off.

“T…Trace wait…” Neal looked up from the camera.

“Fuck off Neal. This is my pussy and this damn cock wrapping is starting to chafe.” The condom stretched, clung to Jordan’s shaft, but she pulled even as Jordan grimaced. “If I’m doing this then just fuck the condom. He’s already been in me raw. He’s right. It doesn’t matter. Besides…” Her eyes met her husband’s as he held the camera, still focused on the sight between smooth creamy thighs and hairy fat ones. “It’s gonna make a great visual…” Her voice was husky as she took hold of Jordan’s newly freed cock, put it to her entrance and with a low groan let him ease back inside her puffy pink cunt.

“Ohhhh god that’s it… fuuuuuck.” Jordan groaned. “Yessss, shit you feel good Trace. God yes.”

Tracy leaned back, looking over her shoulder at Jordan. “You like my naked cunt on your raw cock? Huh nerd boy?”

He thrust up into her making her yelp. “A nerd boy that’s gonna fuck the shit out of you!” Growling, his nails dug into Tracy’s hips and he quickly resumed ramming deep into her married tunnel.

“AAHHHHHHH!” She screamed. Her tits bounced and swirled as she let Jordan take control and ram into her like he was the Flash trying to circle the world. “Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck!” She whimpered and forced herself to stare at the camera her husband continued to hold and point at her. “You fucking pathetic pervert. Making me…fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck this slug. Oh my fucking god! He’s gonna ruin me Neal! I’ll never feel you again!” her eyes were on fire as she glared at her husband. Torn between fury at doing this and the excitement and passion that she felt for this complete no holds bar fucking she was getting.

“Tracy…fuck…you’re so beautiful.” Neal muttered, eyes wide staring at her as she was pummeled.

The fire inside Tracy suddenly flickered. She was in the throes of passion. Jordan was driving her towards an orgasm she knew would ram through her like a battering ram and not stop until Jordan took his dick out of her. But the look on Neal’s face… he was entranced. Enchanted. Completely enamored watching her getting the living daylights fucked out of her by his slobish friend.

In that moment, they made a connection. Something tenuous but firm and growing in strength with every second. Every thrust and gasp that Jordan brought out of her.

“Yeah? You like it…baby?” Her vicious dirty talk took on a softer edge. “You wanna see him use your wife’s pussy? Hm? Is it beautiful? Seeing me used?” She groaned, biting her lip, watching her husband stare at her like she was Venus rising from the sea foam of the ocean.

“Yeah…oh god yes Tracy… fuck you’re so stretched… so full…” he was trembling and then Tracy saw it. The stain on the front of his pants. It was more than just from a little leaking pre-cum. It was clear that her husband had shot his load watching her. Never even touching himself. Holding the camera and filming her, he’d cum in his pants.

She moaned and let her head fall back. “Ohhhh god…fuck… baby watch…watch close…I want you to see… see me ruined. Fuck… ruin me, Jordan! Ruin me!”

Jordan grinned wide, eyes bright. “Fuckin’ A.” he grunted.

…

It all became a haze of positions, loud screams and groans and grunts. Neal felt like his soul had left his body and he was on autopilot. Moving around, getting all the best shots. Zooming in. Focusing.

Tracy moved from reverse cowgirl to on her back, legs pushed up to her shoulder with Jordan’s massive weight and frame pressing into her. His gut smashed against the underside of her thighs. His cock slammed into her upturned pussy. Neal stood behind them watching Jordan’s flabby hairy ass jump and bounce like congealed gravy. His balls slapping his wife’s perfect ass.

“Yes. yes fuck yes so deep. Deep god fucking yes!” Tracy whined loudly. 

The bastard leaned down and pressed his sweaty chapped lips against Tracy’s. Kissing hard. Sucking in her tongue and making them twist together. Sweat dripped and splashed against her face and mixed with their crushing, bruised lips.

“Dick…gross…fucking…. Brush…teeeth…” She groaned and then wrapped her arms around his fat neck and pulled him in again, sucking his tongue, fat and heavy, biting hard enough they both tasted iron.

Neal stared at them kissing hard and sloppily as Jordan’s fat body crushed Tracy’s fit frame.

Soon they changed positions again. Tracy on all fours with Jordan pounding into her from behind with deep grunts, holding her hair so her back was arched. Neal lay on the bed in front of her, propped up on the pillows against the headboard, filming his wife’s face as she was taken from behind. 

“You…like it, baby…huh…he’s…oh god he’s fucking the shit out of my pussy. Your pussy. Oh my fucking god so big…so big…” She moaned, eyes never leaving the camera and her husband. 

“Is it still mine, baby? Is your pussy still mine?” Neal groaned watching Tracy’s breasts bounce below her and her eyes were bright with desire and lust.

“No…” She gasped after a moment. “No baby…fuck…fuck you’ll never be enough… not after this…oh my fucking god, he’s so deep.”

“Ohhh fuck man. Your wife…god Tracy’s cunt is so good! Fuck tight! Man… oh fuck man I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside her.” Jordan was drenched in sweat. His face was beat red and eyes wild.

Tracy started thrusting her ass back against him. “Yes…yes fucking fill my married little cheating cunt. Do it you fucking slob. Cum inside me! Take me from your friend. My husband. God fucking own me Jordan! Do it!” She screamed and stared daggers at her husband.

“AAAAGGGGGGHHHH!” Jordan started pounding hard and erratic. The sounds loud and slick and wet like a flopping fish on the wet deck of a ship. “Yes yes yes fucking take my cum you bitch!” He slapped her ass hard over and over, slapping it red and raw.

Neal’s wife’s eyes went wide as she felt Jordan begin to spray his spunk deep inside her. It was like a dam bursting. Gushing gallons and gallons into her depths. “OH god! Neal! Fuck! He’s filling me…fuck fuck oh my fuck!” She was whimpering and shaking as her own orgasm took over.

“Bud…come get a shot…oh fuck…I’m emptying my balls inside your wife. Come and get this shot!” Jordan ordered.

Neal scrambled over on the bed and zoomed the camera in on his wife’s trembling red ass, Jordan spreading her cheeks showing her puffing used labia squeezing at his flexing cock as he continued shooting thick streams inside her. It was already starting to drip out around their union. Jordan pulled back slowly, groaning with each inch and then it popped out, a huge gush of thick white poured out of Tracy’s red slit. She whimpered as deeply as Jordan as they were finally disconnected.

The camera caught the flood. The dripping thick white. Her pussy convulsed as she squeezed it and it poured out of her onto the bedsheets.

“Oh god.” Tracy panted.

Jordan slid off the bed for a minute, standing and catching his breath. His cock half limp and dripping with the mess of juices from himself and Neal’s wife.

Tracy let herself collapse onto the bed, panting.

“Fuck.” Neal muttered and sat down on the edge of the bed… keeping the camera focused on his wife’s used hole.

“G…good enough…honey?” Tracy asked, turning to face her husband and giving him a curious grin.

Neal finally put down the camera. It was still recording, but he just let it sit on the bed as he crawled over to his wife, lay next to her and put a hand on her sweaty cheek. “Fuck Trace… honey… that was…intense… amazing.” He was staring into her glassy eyes.

“Yeah?” She asked genuinely, taking his hand in hers and curling their fingers together. The haze of sex was starting to settle and the reality of everything that had just happened was coming into focus.

“Yeah…” He breathed and then leaned in and kissed Tracy deep.

They pulled each other closer. Tracy’s sweaty naked body pressed to Neal, panting and pressing her head under his chin.

Jordan watched them for a minute, feeling a bit awkward as the couple embraced. He slipped away to the bathroom, trying to give them a minute to reconnect. Hopefully, they wouldn’t kick him out. Like last time, he was hoping for a round two. But if this was all he got for the evening, he’d consider himself pretty lucky.

…

When Tracy opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the clock on the nightstand. It read, 10 PM. Though she hadn’t been keeping track of the time, she was sure that Jordan and her had finished around eight. She must have fallen asleep.

Neal's arm was thrown over her, around her waist as he spooned her from behind. His soft snores and hot breath brushed against the back of her neck. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. He looked calm and innocent. Hopefully, what he’d just witnessed wouldn’t scar him. The after effects of all of this had yet to be determined.

As carefully as she could, she moved away from her husband and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and clean up. Done with that, she went into the small kitchenette area and saw Jordan sitting at the little table drinking a glass of water completely naked. He was scrolling through his phone until he noticed Tracy, equally naked, standing in the doorway.

“Hey sleepy head.” He chuckled. When he laughed, his whole body rippled and made Tracy cringe inwardly. The man really was a bit of a lard body. But that dangling cock between his legs helped her look past that fault. At least temporarily.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here.” She muttered and went to get her own glass of water.

Jordan shrugged. “Wanted to wait and see if there might be more Neal wanted to film.”

Tracy froze for a moment as she was filling up her glass. “More?” She asked absently, turning off the faucet and taking some deep gulps of the cool water.

“Sure. Like last time. We gave him that little bonus sound bite. Why not some more bonus videos?” He gave the table a couple of smacks. “I think this table would hold just fine if you wanted me to fuck you on it.”

She couldn’t suppress the groan of disgust and annoyance as she turned to face the man’s playful grin. Not that long ago, she wouldn’t have been comfortable standing before him naked. At some point, her lingerie had gotten pulled off. But after all they’d done… twice now… being naked before him didn’t seem like that big of a deal anymore. “You’re so full of yourself. And stop!” She held up her hand as Jordan’s mouth opened. “Don’t you even dare make some stupid quip about ‘you will be full of me’. It’s funny once… maybe. The rest of the time, you just sound like a jackass.”

Jordan laughed and leaned back, his flabby man tits jiggling and belly bouncing. “Fair enough. Don’t wanna piss you off more. That might lose me the chance at another round with your pretty pussy.”

Tracy flipped him off.

To his credit, Jordan held back another childish quip about fucking. He took another long drink from his glass and set it back down. “Neal still sleeping like a baby?”

“Yeah. Who would have thought he’d be worn out more than us.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey, being a cameraman and having to stand there and watch your wife get fucked is pretty exhausting. No joke.” Jordan winked.

Tracy sighed and refilled her glass. “I’m sure there’s a sliver of truth in there.” She muttered.

“So… what do you say?” Jordan watched her, eyebrow raised. Even though it had been a couple of hours since they’d had sex, his face was still red and sweaty. “Wanna have another go? I’ll get the camera. We can do a little POV scene for him.”

Leaning back against the counter, Tracy thought back to the first time they’d done this. The very same scenario. Neal falling asleep. Jordan fucking her again and recording it. It sounded almost cliche. Like a bad plot device. She sipped at her water as she thought about it. Was this how these things were going to end? With a little private tryst between her and Jordan while her husband was passed out due to his overwhelmed, perverted brain?

Oh. Was she actually thinking that this was going to happen again?

Neal stood up, lumbering towards her as she leaned against the counter. Standing in front of her, he grinned and held up his empty water glass. “I need a refill.” His eyes bore into her as she looked up at him and then down at his hardening dick. “What about you? Need a… refill?”

Tracy blushed and glared. “You’re such a dick.” She muttered, then put down her glass, stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around Jordan’s fat neck and pressed her mouth against his.

Jordan hitched Tracy’s legs up around his rotund waist, pressed her ass against the edge of the counter, and once his cock was erect, slipped it inside her tight cunt. They fucked quick, frantic, her ass hitting the counter making the water glasses shift and jump as Jordan humped balls deep into Tracy.

“Asshole.” Tracy groaned, biting his fat lip. “Fucking asshole…”

“If…mmm…if you want me to…” The man chuckled.

Tracy bit down hard on Jordan’s lip making him grunt. “Stop with the fucking dad jokes.” She wrapped an arm around his neck for leverage, her other hand sliding down between them, pushing past his gut, and began rubbing her clit. “Just…just fuck… me…god fucking big…shit you don’t… deserve this dick.”

Grabbing hold of Tracy’s hips tight, he began ramming harder. “Maybe not… but I’ve got it… and it’s in you. So enjoy it!” They crushed their lips together again, sucking and sloppily kissing until a minute later Tracy panted in a shuddering orgasm and Jordan began grunting like a pig, shooting his cum into her for the second time that night.

…

Sitting across from Jordan at the kitchen table, Tracy pushed back her hair and sighed. Her ass was sore from bouncing on the edge of the counter and her pussy was throbbing, still feeling the after effects of Jordan filling her, semen dripping down her leg onto the chair. She was too tired to care that she was making a mess.

Jordan sat across from her, their glasses refilled, whipping his face with a towel. The man was sweating heavily, still catching his breath from their quick fuck.

“You know, Jordan, if you just… lost some weight and took more regular showers… and with that freakish thing between your legs, you’d be fighting them off with a stick.” Tracy muttered, picking up her glass and placing the cool surface against her warm forehead.

“Probably.” He shrugged. “Or maybe you can just give some of the lonely housewives on your block the gossip about my big swaggering dick. I’ve given you what you want, might as well give me a little free advertising.”

Tracy let out a snort. “You’re such a pig.”

“But you like getting down in the mud with me.” He gave her a wink, taking a long drink of his water.

“God. I guess I can’t argue with that.” She muttered defeatedly.

Jordan leaned back in his chair and took hold of his flaccid dick, flopping it back and forth against his stomach. “Ain’t nothing wrong with some down and dirty fun, Trace.” He laughed.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, we really shouldn’t do something like that again. I mean, without Neal. We were lucky last time that he didn’t freak out about our little shower fun.” She sighed, sitting back, her tits bouncing freely as she folded her arms under them, suddenly feeling guilty. “All that dirty talk we did. This whole… situation… None of it means I don’t love my husband. Neal being involved in this is part of it being so good. If it was just me, cheating… I’d hate myself. I’d hate it. No sex is worth losing my marriage.”

For a moment they were quiet until Tracy met Jordan’s appraising gaze. “If you’re thinking you can start… hitting on me or sending me dick pics… or even trying to use me as a booty call or whatever, you can shelve that idea. If this continues, that’s a decision I’m making with my husband. If he’s not on board. I’m not doing it. And honestly, we shouldn’t have even had that little hump and dump just now. Neal’s asleep and he trusts me. I don’t wanna break that trust.”

Jordan leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You know, Trac… I’m aware I’m a bloated bastard. I’ve got no qualms about who I am and what I look like. I definitely know I’m the luckiest man alive right now to be a part of this little experiment in your marriage. And goodness know’s I don’t want to be at fault for ruining a marriage. I’m not all that empathetic, but I’m not a monster. So if this is it, where it ends, then I understand. When we leave, you won’t hear a word from me about anything unless you and Neal want it to happen. Scout’s honor.” He held up two fingers on his left hand.

“Were you actually a scout?” Tracy asked incredulously.

“Yeah, actually… but didn’t make it all that far. I think I made it to like… Lion or something.” He chuckled.

Tracy shook her head and sighed. “Who knew you were a human being under all that bravado and fat.”

It was Jordan’s turn to flip Tracy off.

She chuckled along with him.

“And… I guess… if we do end up in another hotel room or whatever… I’ll lay off the after session quickies. You’re right, I don’t wanna break trust or ruin things for just a couple minutes of fun. I’d much rather keep up the long game.” Jordan cracked a smile.

Tracy sighed. She supposed that was nice of him. Or as nice as the man was going to get. He had some humanity in him, it was just hidden very, very, deep.

“Good.” She answered, then stood up, feeling a thick drip of semen slide down her leg all the way to the floor. She looked down and lifted her foot as if she were checking if she’d stepped in gum. “Okay… I need to clean myself up… this is… undignified.”

Jordan watched her sway towards the bathroom, ass bouncing. “I don’t know. I think there’s a lot of dignity in walking around with another man’s cum inside you.”

Tracy flipped him off one last time before she shut the bathroom door, determined to clean up, then wake up her husband and hopefully get back to their normal lives.

Though… what normal would look like now, was hard to say.