By all accounts it was a normal Saturday evening; they had just finished dinner accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine and had retired to the lounge to watch television. Rebecca sat in the armchair and rested her phone on the side of the chair. It pinged as she did so. Her eyes were struck by the title of the email that filled her soul with uncertainty and the rather long time that it took for the attachment to download.
She sat in the chair and tucked her feet up under her bottom. She waited for her husband to switch the television on and flick through the channels until he found something worth watching.
She looked into his eyes as he sat on the sofa to her right. The smile she wore earlier had been wiped from her face by just the subject line of the email. At first, Rebecca believed it to be a hoax; someone playing games with her; a friend perhaps sending her a made-up email as a joke.
She downloaded the attachment onto her phone; waiting several minutes even with their fastest of the fast broadband. Her husband watched the comedy programme about Rod Gilbert shouting about the salesman that was trying to sell him a fridge freezer when all he went into the shop for was a kettle.
Robert, her husband, laughed in all the right places. She even smiled a few times, because to be fair, the comedian made it sound very funny indeed. A hilarious real-life moment that warranted laughter and in the hands of Rod Gilbert that was a certainty.
Once the video was downloaded, she wound the audio down until it was silent, she opened the file and watched it unfold. Rebecca reached for her reading glasses which made the video all the more crisp and real; in your face sharp rather than a little blurry around the edges.
It began by showing her an empty bedroom, the bed in the near foreground, a chair at the end of the bed and to one side of it, a small corridor and a door. A typical layout of a certain chain of hotel rooms that even she had frequented. The door opened and into the frame walked her husband dressed in his work suit and blue tie. She remembered it from a few days before because she had helped him tie it before kissing him softly before his journey to work. It was his first official day back at the office after all the lockdowns had ended. She was thankful for small mercies as it gave her time to herself and she didn’t have to worry about keeping the sound down because of the locked office door and his important meetings.
She watched her husband enter the room and flop onto the bed. Behind him sashayed a blonde woman that she recognised as his secretary, Jenny.
Her eyes raised so that they looked over the rim of her glasses and towards Robert on the sofa; laughing away with Rod while he related his ups and downs of life in suburban Cardiff. She shook her head as she watched him raise a beer and take a sip.
With her eyes back on the video, she saw Jenny slowly strip naked. Robert was at the head of the bed watching her disrobe. First, it was the blouse, then the skirt dropped to the floor, and then she turned around and lowered her knickers to her heels. Peeling them over her stockings and providing him with the perfect view of what must have been a juicy pussy winking at him from between her thighs. She stood upright and turned to face him, releasing the clasp of her bra and discarding it with the rest of her clothes as she tumbled onto the bed and crawled up it.
Rebecca watched her husband start to unbutton his shirt. He had finished with the last button just as Jenny straddled his groin.
It’s funny, but Rebecca remembered the stain that he had on his trousers when he came home that evening. He told her he had spilt milk down his trousers while making a coffee. She shook her head once more as she realised the stain, although whitish, was probably Jenny’s juiced-up pussy smearing itself on his erection. Rebecca started to take deep breaths.
“I forgot to ask you, how was your day at the office? First day back and all that?”
“It was OK. Nothing to write home about. A bit quiet to be honest,” Robert nodded quietly to himself.
“Did Jenny turn up to give you a hand?”
“No, she couldn’t make it, but we had a Teams meeting during the day.”
Of course, Jenny couldn’t make it, Rebecca concluded. She looked at the video of Jenny pushing her ample breasts into her husband’s face and holding his head steady while she wiggled them from side to side. She was obviously too busy screwing him to make it to the office.
She watched Jenny crawl off her husband’s body and helped him remove his trousers and pants. The shirt and tie he managed all by himself. She saw his erect cock spring up from his groin and wondered why it was never that eager when they made love. She parked that thought.
Next, she saw Jenny climb back onto the bed; walking or wobbling more likely towards her husband’s face. Rebecca desperately wanted to turn the volume up so that she could hear what was being said but she dared not. Another glance at her husband found him laughing along with Rod at some cake mixture that he had tried to make and failed miserably.
Rebecca tried to make sense of the video but found that she was intrigued and smiling more than she was angry. She failed miserably to understand why Jenny was more desirable than she was. She could see what was happening quite clearly but she didn’t understand.
Jenny grasped her husband’s head for stability and guided it towards her snatch. With her legs on either side of his head, her hand on the back of it, she pulled him towards her pussy. Rebecca could clearly see him eat her out with relish. His hands came upon her ample buttocks and she could see Jenny’s mouth open in response to the intrusion of his tongue. Rebecca did the same on those rare occasions he went down on her but he never seemed to put as much effort into it like he was doing in that room with Jenny.
Why her? Why Jenny of all people? It was such a cliché. Susie from down the road, she reasoned, would be a much better fuck with her gorgeous bouncy ass vibrating ten to the dozen while taking a solid eight inches. That would be far more understandable. She’d even watch that – happily.
Rebecca watched Jenny turn around and present her ass to her husband’s face. So that’s it. She likes it up her shitter. Jenny bent at the waist and while Robert ate her asshole and pussy, she covered his cock with her red lips. Her mouth engulfed him, took him deep down her throat until her lips touched his balls.
That’s some cocksucker, thought Rebecca; giving him two reasons to cheat on her and not just the one. It was a fact, Rebecca was no good at deep-throating him. It was something that just eluded her so she stayed well clear of the act. There was no point in even trying. Sucking on his cock-head and making him squirt in her mouth was however one of her specialities, but obviously, that was nothing compared to deep-throating.
Saliva coated Robert’s balls and Rebecca could only guess at what was coating his tongue. Jenny finally came up for air. She shifted her position and from her moving lips, Rebecca could only wonder whether Jenny was asking him to fuck her. It goes without saying that she was a bit put out by the enthusiasm her husband was showing; he practically jumped up from his sitting position and practically ran to kneel behind her while she knelt on all fours. Rebecca had certainly not seen that kind of enthusiasm in her bedroom. She watched him shove his cock straight into her cunt and start thrusting even before she had steadied herself.
He jerked his cock into her and she was forced to place her hands against the headboard to stop her from head-butting it. Rebecca could see that Jenny was shouting over her shoulder at her husband, issuing orders no doubt, and she was sure that she wasn’t telling him to stop anytime soon.
She raised her head once more from the video to look at her husband who was still laughing at Rod and sipping beer like nothing untoward had happened. Well, as far as he was concerned, nothing had happened. Hardly anything happened in their bedroom and even when it did it was her making all the effort by straddling her husband’s reclined form as he lay motionless on the bed. At least he had the courtesy of getting a hard-on, and for that she was thankful.
“Rob, have you ever fucked someone up the ass?”
Her comment was surreal for the type of evening they were having. It came out of the blue but Robert took it in his stride even though it piqued his interest. Rebecca would often ask off-the-cuff questions like that for no apparent reason, and the ensuing conversation would often fizzle out just as quickly.
“I don’t think so,” he replied, cautiously. “Why are you asking me that?” he retorted.
“You don’t think so? You must know whether you’ve done that or not. It’s not something you’d forget now is it?”
Robert thought about it, he closed his eyes momentarily, “In that case, no I haven’t.”
Funny, thought Rebecca, because she could clearly see her husband’s cock being pushed into Jenny’s ass. It was clear as daylight. She also saw Jenny’s mouth open and guessed that she was moaning at the intrusion into her tight little hole. Rebecca saw Jenny nod eagerly and start to push her bottom backwards to meet her husband’s forward thrusts. Jenny fell to the bed and then her hand started to rub at her exposed cunt while Robert filled her ass with his thick cock.
Rebecca paused the video and took one more look at the subject line of the email.
‘You’re cheating husband – Enjoy!’
She bit her lip and wondered who had sent it because she didn’t recognise the email address at all. Someone knew about this and had tricked them with some kind of hidden video camera. Rebecca wondered whether Jenny’s husband had been sent the same email or maybe Jenny had sent it in an attempt to get her husband all to herself.
“Robert, are you having an affair?” she asked.
Robert stopped laughing and looked at his wife in disbelief.
“What?” he retorted. “An affair, don’t be silly.”
“I’m not being silly,” Rebecca replied, “I’m watching you fuck Jenny on my phone.” Her tone was level, not an ounce of anger or raised volume or uncertainty punctuated the smooth delivery of the devastating sentence.
“What the fuck!” he exclaimed. Robert rose from the sofa and joined Rebecca at the side of the chair, he manhandled the phone from her grasp, pressed play, and started to watch his cock thrust into Jenny’s ass from behind. Robert turned the volume up and they both listened to the verbal commentary issuing out of Jenny’s mouth. Robert’s mouth dropped open, he blushed and then went as quiet as a mouse.
“The fucking slut,” he shouted at the screen.
“Well, I suppose that’s one piece of truth I’ve heard tonight,” commented Rebecca.
He threw the phone back into Rebecca’s lap, stood up and paced around the room. Hands flailing in mock explanation as to what they had both witnessed.
From the phone, Jenny continued to shout at Robert telling him to fuck her ass good and to give her all the spunk he had been saving up for her.
Rebecca pursed her lips and nodded her appreciation at the screen. She finally understood why their sex life had gone downhill and she watched as Robert paced to-and-fro in front of her.
“What does she taste like?”
“What?”
“What does she taste like? Sweet, salty, aromatic, a mix?”
Robert thought about the question, “Her pussy or her ass?”
“Both.”
“Slightly sweet and sticky and savoury at the other end. Why do you ask?”
“Well, if you’re gonna play around then…I think I’d like a taste too. It’s been fucking ages since I dipped my tongue into a juicy cunt.”
It was Robert’s turn to be flabbergasted. He shook his head slowly. He was about to speak when –
“Don’t shake your head at me. You started this,” interrupted Rebecca.
“I’m going to bed,” Robert said. He stormed out of the lounge and headed up the stairs to bed.
Rebecca waited until she heard the creaking of the loose floorboards above her. Her heart rate quickened, probably as a result of the little white lie she uttered a few sentences before. It hadn’t been that long ago that she dipped her tongue into a juicy cunt at all, and right now her pussy was tingling with excitement.
She dialed a number and waited to be connected.
“Hi,” she said, “can you talk?” Her hands shook as she spoke into the phone.
“You got the email then. What do you think? What happened?” came the response from the other end of the phone.
“I think we have him over a barrel, Jenny. He’ll do anything to get out of this. We won’t have to pretend any longer by the looks of it. You’re such a devious bastard, you know that right.”
Rebecca could almost feel Jenny nod her head on the other end of the phone. The giggles from both of them competed with Rod and his frivolous audience.
“Just one question. How did you manage to seduce him so quickly?”
Jenny informed Rebecca that she had set up a profile of her own on the sex stories site that Robert had joined. In one of their Team meetings, after everyone else had logged off, they started chatting and that was where she brought up his profile and showed it to him. He didn’t deny it, simply because his face could clearly be seen. Jenny had also deduced that he was into anal because of his reading history and that’s when she put all the images up of her sporting butt plugs and vibrators coming out of her ass. Jenny showed her profile to Robert and it all developed quite rapidly from there.
“Well, I think you and I are going to have to have words about this video in private before he gets involved. I’ve planted the seed. It will grow and he will enjoy watering it. Not as much as I enjoyed planting it though. You up for Monday evening?”
Jenny indicated that she was and couldn’t wait to get her ass licked twice in one week.
Rebecca headed to bed. To that ultimate conversation that only happens in the dead of night when everyone just wants to sleep. She was certainly going to enjoy the next few weeks.
