My wife Monique and I have been married for a little over two years. She’s a 5’4” smokeshow, with large DDs and a wide set of hips that could suffocate any man.
Ever since we started dating, it was no surprise that wherever she went, there were many eyes on her, and to an extent, that made me proud. To this day, we cannot go out in public without experiencing some catcalling or a guy breaking his neck to check her out.
That’s why I’m not surprised my friends were not immune to my wife’s charms.
My best friend Jeff and I have known each other for over eight years. He was my best man at my wedding, and we were each other’s wingman all the time. We would go out and party so hard that we started sharing our locations in case an SOS call or text came in and we had to rescue each other.
Turns out he never stopped sharing his location.
The last time we hung out at my place, it was just Jeff, my wife, myself, and another friend of ours. I travel a lot, and told Jeff that Monique might need some help with a piece of furniture that was getting delivered. He said not to worry and that Monique ‘already knew’ she could call him at anytime and he would show up.
The comment struck me funny, but I let it go. While on my trip, I got a notification that the furniture was out on delivery. I went to check on my wife’s location to see if she was home or if I needed to give her a heads up. She was home. But so was Jeff.
I shot my wife a text letting her know that the package was out for delivery. I continued checking the locations throughout the work day and neither of their locations changed. About four hours later, when she responded, I checked the locations again and Jeff was nearby but no longer at my house. He was now leaving.
Later that night, I called my wife to see how the furniture delivery had gone. As soon as she picked up, but before she said hello, I could hear a faint, “shhh,” in the background.
As we were talking about the delivery, she was telling me that Jeff stopped by to help her get the furniture in and put it together, etc. I asked her how long Jeff had been at the house and she said about an hour, no more than ninety minutes. I knew she was lying, but I played dumb. I put her on speakerphone and checked the locations again. Jeff was once more at the house. After some trivial chit chat, I ended the call.
I had three days left out of town but I could not shake the thought off my head. Jeff and Monique were fucking. First I felt rage, fueled by the betrayal of two of the people I was closest to. But then rage gave way to curiosity. What would it look like if the two were indeed fucking? How long had they been doing it? How did the affair even started? Curiosity finally gave way to lust.
Images of the two of them fucking started flooding my head. Both are very attractive people, so it was like watching porn except that I knew the actors. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I went to check on their location again and Jeff was still at the house. That only made me hornier as I imagined what they would be doing at the time. I had to jerk off twice to fall asleep.
I decided to cut my trip short without telling my wife.
I parked a block away and checked the location app on my phone one last time. Like clockwork, both my wife’s and Jeff’s location icons where a few feet away. I approached the house and walked in very quietly. Not that I needed to; my wife’s moans could be heard the second I walked in.
Nevertheless, I made my way up to the bedroom and peeked inside. From my vantage point, I ccould see Jeff’s and my wife’s right side. Jeff was fucking my wife from behind on our bed as they both faced the window. My wife’s big tits were swinging back and forth as Jeff pounded her tirelessly, with one hand on her hip and the other around her throat.
My wife’s pussy was so wet that it amplified the sound of my friend’s balls hitting her pussy. She definitely seems like she was enjoying Jeff’s cock.
“Yes! Yes! God, uuuh Jeff!”
“You like that?” Jeff asked as he slapped her ass.
“I LOVE it! You fuck me so good! I’m gonna cum again!”
“Yeah, I can tell you needed some good dick. I bet Alex doesn’t fuck you like this.”
“Uuuuh, mmmmmhhhmmmm, nobody fucks me like you.”
As he told her he was about to cum, she moved forward, allowing Jeff’s cock to come out of her. She quickly turned around, grabbed his cock with both hands and pulled him to her mouth. She bobbed her head frantically as she sucked Jeff’s cock, stroking him with both hands.
With a loud moan, Jeff came and my wife took his entire load like a champ. Not one drop got wasted, as she held still, swallowed, and continued milking every last drop of cum out of Jeff’s cock.
I hate to admit it, but the sight turned me on. But I had to be smart about it. I left the house quietly and booked a hotel for one night so I could keep appearances and think. After considering my different options, I decided to allow Jeff to keep fucking my wife. He gets his balls emptied, my wife gets her needs taken care of, and I can enjoy the show while getting work done. It’s a win-win for all of us.
But if they continued fucking, it would be on my terms. I installed surveillance all over the house. Mini high-definition cameras in every single room and from different angles. There is virtually no blind spot in the entire house.
I also hacked into my wife’s phone and installed a cloning app. I can now read her texts, see her calls, and follow her calendar. If my wife is going to suck another guy’s cock, I should be able to enjoy the show live, not only a re-run later.
It’s only been forty-eight hours since I started my spying and I already have some photos and videos they shared with each other over text. And now they are planning to get together again tomorrow when I leave for another conference.
This might just be my new favorite porn show. It will surely get interesting.