n the class and the class seemed to be fairly evenly split as far as gender goes. I couldn't help but notice that the males in the class were very sexy and about ten years younger than me. Some of them became the objects of my fantasies on the evenings that my husband caused me to resort to self-gratification.

Now I'm not at all a vain person but I am realistic and I know that men find me attractive. I am five-foot four-inches tall and only weigh 112 pounds. I have very shapely legs that, in the summer, I enjoy showing off. I will often wear shorts or mini-skirts without my panties when the weather is warm. I love to feel the warm air on my exposed pussy lips. Having an entire class full of young hunks gave me even more reason to want to wear clothing that was revealing. With my undies at home and my pussy almost exposed to a dozen college guys my pussy was perpetually wet during the entire class, three evenings a week.

It wasn't long before I gained an admirer. The second week that class was in session a young guy began to sit at the computer next to mine in the lab. He was everything that my husband is not. He was just over six-feet tall, short blond hair and muscular. He also had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. At first our conversation was confined to talk concerning the class. But I just couldn't help but flirt with him. I had never before considered cheating on my husband; at least not in the physical sense. I'd often cheated on him in my fantasies but fantasies were just that; fantasies. Making them reality was something totally different. 

But making my fantasies a reality was not what I had in mind and thought that a little flirting wouldn't hurt and I could use the flirting to help fuel my fantasies later that night. The young stud and me began to hang out together on class breaks and, of course, our conversations turned to the more personal. I discovered that his name was Rob, he was 19 years old, lived out of state, had a fiancé at home and was majoring in Computer Science. He stayed at school during the summer semester to take this brush up course for the fall.

After about four weeks into the course it happened. On this particular night I was really horny. I dressed in a sleeveless, light blue, summer dress with a short skirt. I wore regular flat shoes and nothing else under the dress. During the class I noticed that Rob was struggling to understand some of the evenings subject. Near the end of the night I asked him if he was okay and he said that he was having a difficult time grasping it all. Then he asked if I would mind helping him and that maybe I could explain it so that he could understand. I told him I'd love too. Then he placed his hand on my bare thigh and said, "Great! Would you mind spending about thirty minutes with me after class?"

Under my short skirt, just four inches from Rob's teenage hand, I felt my pussy begin to get hot and flood with my juices. I then realized that my ability to resist those fantasies was wearing down. My mind was telling me not to do it, to just tell him I'll meet him in the lab before class tomorrow but my long neglected pussy was telling me to go for it. So I told him we'd talk about it after class.

When class ended I called my husband and told him that I was staying later at the lab to do some of my homework there and he said to have fun and that he was heading to bed and would see me in the morning. After I hung up I walked back into the lab and Rob was sitting there behind his computer and still struggling to understand. He looked up and asked if everything was all right and I said, "Yeah, I'm just tired of being stuck in this room."

   "Would you like to go back to my dorm room and work on this?" Rob asked. "My roommate has gone home for the summer so no one will be there to interrupt and we can get out of this room."

Amazing. That was the exact response I was looking for when I made that statement. Ten minutes later we were walking into his room in the student housing area of the campus. It was a typical teenage college boy’s room; two twin beds on opposite walls, two desks with computers, books were lying everywhere, the beds were unmade and sports garb covered the walls. Rob reached into his small dorm refrigerator and pulled out two beers. "Sorry," he said, "this is all I have to offer you." I assured him it was no problem and took the beer.

As I sipped I asked him which bed was his and he indicated the one on the left. I kicked off my shoes and sat down on his bed folding my legs and feet under me. He looked at me questioningly and then asked what I was doing. So I told him it had been a long time since I had been in a college boy’s bed. He nervously chuckled and then half jokingly told him not to even kid around about that because it had been months since he had been with his fiancé.

   "Oh, so you're horny," I teased with a laugh. 

   "More than a little," he replied.

   "Can I help you with that?" Again I teased with a sly grin. Rob was wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of gray colored gym shorts on this evening and through the thin material of the shorts I could see a bulge beginning to grow.

   "Are you just teasing me?" He asked returning my grin.

   "Maybe," I replied. To tell the truth I was really having an internal conflict at the moment. My conscience kept screaming at me to stop but my hormones were screaming to my conscience to shut up. As I let out a little giggle I was sure I blushed.

Suddenly my mind was made up so I stood up and faced him saying, "Do you want to?"

   "What about your husband? My fiancé?" Rob asked, clearly getting more nervous. 

 "Who's going to tell them?" I asked him as I put a gently hand on his forearm and caressed it lightly. At this point I noticed his bulge was positively pushing the front of his shorts away from his body and so I let me hand drop from his arm and began to caress his cock through the gym short. He let out a long moan and a silent curse as my hand made contact with his cock. Then he made his decision and bent over and put his lips on mine.

We locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues tasting each other's sweetness. As we kissed I removed my hand from his crotch and we began to press and grind our bodies together. I put my hands down the back of his shorts to feel his buttocks and was both surprised and pleased to find that he too was not wearing underwear.

I broke the kiss as I squeezed his ass and began to kiss his neck and he nibbled and sucked on my ear lobe. My pussy was no longer tingling it was vibrating with excitement. I could feel my own wetness leaking out and dribbling down my inner thighs. Rob reached around to my back and unzipped my dress and placed his hand inside, noticing the lack of a bra strap no doubt. His hands then slid down the inside of my dress to my bare ass.

   "No panties?" He asked in surprise.

   "I could say something similar about you," I replied as I squeezed his butt like I was kneading bread.

   "Let's take off the rest," Rob suggested.

Now I only had on one article of clothing, the summer dress, but I don't think that a suit of armor would have prevented me from getting naked as quickly as I did. I slid the straps off of my shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor then I stepped out of it. At the same time he was pulling his shirt off. He didn't quite have it over his head when I was completely naked and so I stepped forward and tugged his shorts down as he pulled the shirt high over his head.

A huge, thick, nine inch cock (at least it had to be nine inches. I'd never seen one that big before) sprang free from it's confines inside the gym shorts.

   "Whoa!" I exclaimed in an unbelievably excited state. My eyes were positively transfixed on that big, young cock.

  "What's wrong?" He quickly said in a tone that indicated he was closing in on something close to panic. He clearly didn't understand that my "whoa" was pure, excited pleasure.

   "That is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. You are a good third larger than my husband and it has been years since he was that hard. Your girlfriend is a lucky gal!" 

I meant every word of that as I looked at his big, purple head glistening with his sticky precum. At the same time I noticed he was now staring at my neatly trimmed pubes.

   "I've never seen a woman with hair there. At least not one in person." Rob admitted admiringly. "I've never been with anyone other than my fiancé and she completely shaves.

I don't completely shave but I do keep it clean around my pussy lips and above my clit I keep it trimmed in a short "Mohawk" style. He seemed to be delighted with it. Then he suddenly looked into my eyes with worry again.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I just remembered. I don't have any condoms. I've never cheated on my girlfriend before and since she is always at home, I never saw the need."

I thought for a minute about that. I hadn't given it any thought and I should have. I've been trying to get pregnant with my husband. I can't let this guy cum in me unprotected. I can't even let him risk putting it in me without a cover. Then I thought, "Why not?" I have been trying to get pregnant. My low sperm count, do it once a week husband had been unable to knock me up, why not let this guy do it? No one will ever have to know it wasn't my husband, not even my husband.

   "Don't worry. I'm on birth control." I lied.

   "Wow! I've never had sex without a condom!" He said hardly able to contain his excitement.

I could no longer wait. I sat on his bed, lifted my legs and spread my thighs. I took his two pillows and placed them between the wall and my back so that I could remain upright and then I spread my pussy lips open for him with my fingers from my right hand. He just stood there staring at my leaking pussy hole so I coaxed him a little with a smile as I said, "Go ahead, and put it inside." Then I winked at him as he looked up at my face.

Rob was standing between my thighs, a half second later, and aiming that sticky purple head right at my slit. He rubbed it up and down on my pussy lips a couple of times and then I saw that purple head disappear into my body. Then he got stuck.

   "Shit you're tight," he exclaimed.

   "Work it slowly and my barriers will slowly break down," I told him.

He did work it slowly in and out and I helped out by having an orgasm right away. I've never cum that quickly before but then I've never done anything quite this naughty and exciting. Soon he was all the way in and I could feel his ball sack resting on my ass. I could see his blond pubic nest and my brown ones entwined and, for the first time in my life, I felt completely filled with his huge cock stretching me farther than I'd ever been stretched before.

   "Fuck me," is all I could say as I gazed with lust into his eyes. Then I felt the anguish of being empty as he withdrew only to be filled again with the pleasure of being refilled. Soon the room was filled with the sights, sounds and smells of sex. As I watched his cock going in and out of my belly I could see the thick discharge from my pussy slicking his shaft. I could smell the pungent aroma of my own pussy juices and our thighs slapped continually with his thrusts. I was moaning with delight and as he fucked me harder the moans became screams.

I came twice before he did and when he did he filled me with more cum than I had ever felt gush into my belly before. He thrust all the way in and held it tight as I felt his shaft grow even more rigid and begin to pulsate. Then came the spreading, warm sensation as he filled my belly with his seed.

When he was finished, he pulled it out of me with a "plop" sound and I felt a river of his cum run out of my opening and down my ass onto the bed sheet. I immediately sat up and sucked his withering cock in my mouth to taste his cum and my pussy juices together. After a few minutes of sucking and licking he was hard again. So we did it again, this time in doggy position.

We fucked a total of four times that night between eight o'clock and midnight. We tried out many positions and performed oral on each other. My pussy was filled time and again with his cum and I had never felt so satisfied in all of my life.

It didn't end with that one night either. We began to go back to his place after ever class. We even started to meet when we did not have class. He met me on my lunch hour at work one day and we fucked in the back of my car. We took a blanket into the woods near a local park one other day and fucked right on the ground out in the open where anyone could have happened upon us. I even took a vacation day once and we spent the entire day in his bed and fucking like animals. I never tired of watching and feeling that teenage cock filling my thirty-year-old pussy.

By the end of the summer I was pregnant. He never knew about it. When the fall semester began and his friends and roommate returned, we said good-bye and knew at that moment that it had to be over. I never saw him again and eight months later I had a beautiful baby girl. She looks nothing like my husband but she doesn't look like anyone other than me except that she has blond hair and blue eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So I began to wonder what was turning her on during those occasions when she seemed to be horniest. I thought it was someone where she worked and maybe they were having an affair. I did work very long hours in those days and she was always home hours before me. She had plenty of opportunity. Then it occurred to me that maybe she was even bringing him home and fucking him right in our marital bed. At first I chastised myself. Maybe she is just really turned on by someone at work and can only deal with it by fantasizing that she is with him when she is really with me. It isn’t like I haven’t done that. But the feeling that something was going on would not relent.

 

Finally, I hatched a plan. I would discretely hide two video cameras somewhere in the house and see if I could catch what was going on. We have one older video camera and one new one so I could choose the two most strategic places to hide them in the house. The newest camera I hid in the bedroom on top of the dresser mirror. I made certain that it was pointing straight down on the bed. The bedroom was of course the most logical place. Deciding on a place for the other camera would take some thought. Finally, I chose to hide this one in the kitchen. Our kitchen is completely open to the den on one end so if I placed the camera correctly, I could catch both rooms and have a great view of the sofa where she might be fucking someone new.  I chose to hide this camera on the counter behind the toaster and some cooking crocks.

 

Everyday, I would drive home about 30 minutes before she arrived home from work and switched the cameras on. Every night, after she went to sleep, I would check them and find nothing on them except for her bumping around the house. A couple of times I caught her in one of her bathing suits so I knew she had been out in the pool. It was June and very hot and humid. I actually thought about moving the kitchen camera outside to face the pool and then decided against it.

 

About two weeks after starting my voyeuristic endeavor, I came home and Kim was very horny. She rode me like she hadn’t had sex with me in 20 years. When I was checking and the bedroom camera, I found the usual nothing but suddenly I saw something very interesting on the kitchen cam. At first, I was just looking at the side of the fridge and the den off in the distance but I could hear voices and one of them was male. The voices were getting louder and then suddenly she walked into the kitchen past the camera. She was wearing her skin-tight white bikini and she was wet like she’d been in the pool. All accept her hair. She never actually swims in the pool and never puts her head under the water.

She rarely ever wears this particular bikini and just looking at her in it made my cock stir in my pants. My wife is a rare beauty. Five years younger than me, five foot five inches tall, brown hair and eyes, flat belly, firm little tits and a killer ass. I found myself actually hoping that I was going to see her fucking someone else. The thought of watching her scream on another guy’s cock was sending all of my blood right to my nether regions. What I was about to see was more than I ever dared to dream.

 

As she walked into the kitchen, she was drying herself with a towel. She approached the rectangular, wooden, empty kitchen table and she laid the towel out on the tabletop. Then turned to face someone entering the room right behind her. At first I didn’t recognize him from the back of his head but when he approached her, she turned her profile to the camera and since he obviously wanted to face her, he did too. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We have married friends who are about 12 years older than us. I worked with the husband some years ago and that is how we all met. They have a son named Brian who was 9 when we met them but had just turned 18. Brian and my wife Kim have always been close. He even referred to her as aunt Kim even though they are not related. He had just graduated from high school a month prior and it was him who now stood before my nearly naked wife!

 

On this camera, I really couldn’t hear the playback very well. I hurriedly hooked the camera to the TV in the den and rewound the tape to the part where they entered the kitchen so I could hear what they were saying. As I listened, I began to realize that I was witnessing a first time. She had not cheated on me before and she was reluctant to cross that line even now. He was coaxing her but she was resisting. She was making light of his advances but she was resisting by trying not to take him seriously.

 

“Come on Kim,” Brian was saying in an almost whining tone, “No one will ever know.”

“No Brian,” Kim said with a shy giggle, “I’m married and you’re like… what…twelve years younger than me?” I noticed her face flush when she answered him. I knew that look on her face too. She was not all that opposed to the idea of fucking him and was wrestling with her inner demons. Who could blame her? Brian was slightly over six feet tall with a very athletic build. He had sandy blonde hair and sky blue eyes that sparkle when he laughs. Add to the fact that he was wearing a blue pair of athletic shorts and a red muscle shirt that showed a few light brown chest hairs and I was surprised she was putting up any fight at all. He reached out to grab her but she wriggled away, turning her back to him but facing the camera in the process. “You really need to stop this,” she said, with a shy giggle again.

 

“Why?” Brian asked her again teasingly. Then I saw him put his right hand on her ass. She quickly turned back to face him pushing the arm away in the process.

“I already told you why Brian,” she answered with a bit of firmness in her voice. He responded by smiling and pulling his muscle shirt over his head. Kim’s eyes had been locked on his but when his shirt was being pulled over his face, I saw her eyes flit down his body and back up again for a second. I also notice her gaze linger a bit on the growing bulge in the front of his shorts.

“Do you still say ‘no’”, Brian asked as he tossed his shirt to the side and turned his bare chest to her. Her face was bright red with embarrassment but she was grinning and her eyes were shinning in the way they always do when she is turned on. When she didn’t answer him, I knew her resistance was wearing down and she was beginning to contemplate getting away with it. She stared at the muscles in his young teenage chest. Then at his round and muscular shoulders that curved up into a thick muscular neck. His abdominal muscles are ripped and there was a thin line of light brown hair protruding from the tops of his shorts to his navel. For a few seconds she was bashfully taking it all in.

 

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said when she finally spoke again.

“What’s that?” Brian asked, a little surprised himself.

“If you promise and I mean promise never to tell anyone…,” Kim’s voice trailed off as she was having second thoughts.

“What’s the rest of the deal?” Brian asked anxiously. She looked at the floor for a second as if to build up some much needed courage to cross the line she was so desperately trying to hold a few seconds before.

“If you promise never, ever to tell anyone…. I’ll… give you oral,” she finally answered. Satisfied to take what he could get and obviously not wanting to give her any time to change her mind, Brian hooked his thumbs into the elastic top of his shorts and jerked them all the way down.

 

He had on no underwear and his cock immediately sprang out. I almost choked. It was long, thick and super hard! Its tip was glistening with the precum that drenched it. When it sprang free, the tip of it poked right into the front of Kim’s bikini bottoms. She let out a little squeal of surprise and her eyes were almost popping out of her face when she looked at the large appendage poking her in the crotch. She immediately wrapped her fingers around it and dropped to her knees.

 

As I watched my wife’s beautiful mouth begin to lick the tip of the dick of my friend’s teenage son, I found myself squeezing my own dick through my shorts. When I became conscious of it, I removed them and sat in front of the TV butt naked with my hand slowly stroking my ever-hardening cock.

 

As Kim ran her tongue along the underside of Brian’s cock, she gazed upwards into his eyes as if needing assurance that what she was doing was satisfying to him. He only responded with some sharp intakes of breath as he gently stroked her hair with one hand. Then suddenly she slid the entire thing in her mouth, tip first. Her cheeks imploded as her lips sealed tight around his shaft and then, as he moaned in ecstasy, she began to slide him in and out past her lips.

While Kim was absorbed, so to speak, in the task that she was so expertly performing, Brian bent over her head and began to untie her bikini top. Kim suddenly stopped and said no. When he persisted, she looked squarely into his face and said firmly, “Look Brian, this is more than I should be doing. You need to stop now or we are finished here.”

“I just want to cum on your tits,” Brian said in an almost pleading tone. They stared at each other for a minute, Brian gently flapping his cock with one hand in front of her face. A bit angrily she finally spoke, “Okay. But this is it! Don’t ask me for anymore! If your parents or my husband were to find out… it would be bad.”

“Don’t worry, I told you no one would ever know and I meant that,” Brian begged in reply. Kim reached behind her back, untied the bikini top and unceremoniously tossed it to the kitchen floor. Then she promptly put his cock back in her mouth and began to suck and stroke it at the same time.

 

It didn’t take very long before I watched Brian’s cock being pulled from her lips and the first shots of white sperm hitting her in the chin, neck and chest. Kim was on the floor on her knees. Her legs were spread wide apart and she was leaning back to let him take aim at her chest. Brian was fisting his cock for all it was worth and I have never seen so much cum. His cum shots were hitting her with so much force, they were actually splattering off of her in all directions. After he shot out about a dozen squirts he was finally spent and Kim was covered in white stripes from her chin to her bikini bottoms. There were even pearly looking drops of sperm in her hair over her forehead and around her ears.

 

Kim looked down at her soaked body and then back up at Brian. She was crinkling her nose in mock disgust and saying, “Ewe, yuck!” Then, smiling, she looked squarely at his cock, which remained rock hard even after all, that cum. “You mean that thing is still not satisfied?” She asked teasingly.

“It would be if it could fuck you,” Brian answered with hope in his voice.

 

She stood up, turned away from him, grabbed the towel and began wiping the cum from her body. “You know we can’t do that,” she said with authority.

“Why not?” He said with a whine again.

“Because, it would be going too far. We already did more than we should and I feel guilty as hell about that,” she answered honestly as she continued to wipe herself with her back to him.

 

As she rubbed a shoulder with the towel, Brian moved up behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her. As he did, he let the palm of one hand rub her belly and then sink into her bikini bottoms. I could tell he was fingering her click. For a second, I saw Kim close her eyes and her breath became labored. I knew she was enjoying it. Then she tensed and tried to turn to face him. The word “Stop” began to emerge from her lips but he smoother it but putting his mouth squarely on hers. She didn’t pull away! I watched her tension slowly melt away as she returned the passionate kiss and I could see their tongues tasting each other when they would pull away and readjust their lips.

As they continued to kiss passionately over her shoulder, his big hard dick was smashed between his stomach and her ass and his hand was routing around even deeper into her bikini bottoms. As she relaxed, she parted her thighs a bit for him and I could soon tell that he had a finger worked up inside of her. Under her bikini, I could see his hand moving up and down as he slid his finger in and out of her pussy. Her breathing was now morphing into light moans and it was apparently becoming harder for her to breath.

 

Finally, while still locked in the kiss, Kim reached down and untied the bikini bottoms. First one side, then the other and let them fall to the floor. He was frigging her and now I could see her wiry brown pubes brushing the palm of his hand as his finger continued to work her into a frenzy. I could hear her pussy going “slurp, slurp, slurp” as his finger went in and out. Suddenly she stopped his hand, pushed his arm away and turned to face him with the most satisfied smile I’d ever seen her wear. They embraced and kissed some more, smashing their noses together in the process. Kim reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock in her fist as they kissed.

 

As they kissed, Kim stroked his cock up and down between their pressed bodies and she slowly backed towards the table until her ass cheeks were pressed on the edge of its top. Then she broke the kiss and slid up onto the table spreading her legs wide for him at the same time. His cock pointed right at her pussy and his eyes just drank in the beautiful sight of her pink, moist petals framed in her thick brown pubes. Kim reached out and grabbed his cock and drew it to her pussy.

“I want to eat you first!” Brian yelled in surprise. Kim just grinned at him deviously and shook her head from side to side.

“Oh, no,” she said, “I want you inside me now!” And with that, she used her left hand to reach over top of her pubes and spread her pussy lips while her right hand guided the tip of his cock between them.

 

I couldn’t believe my luck. My wife was cheating on me with my best friend’s teenage son. A boy who was ring bearer at our wedding when he was only 12 and I had positioned the camera at the best possible place to catch all of the action. As Brian’s 18-year-old cock slowly disappeared into the pussy of my 30-year-old wife, I had the perfect view of her pussy lips wrapping themselves around his shaft and lathering up his pole with her thick white juices!

 

Once Brian’s cock was properly aligned with Kim’s tight tunnel, she was content for a minute to watch his big dick disappear into her body between her pink outer petals. When they were completely merged, his balls resting on her ass cheeks, their inner thighs touching and their pubes one big nest of hair, Kim leaned back on the table and spread her legs wide.

Brian leaned over her and grabbed the edge of the table with each hand on either side of her. Kim gazed into his eyes with both love and lust as he made ready to fuck her like she was so wanting him to do. Slowly he began to draw his cock in and out of her and with each stroke her breathing became heavier. Her eyes glazed over and her stomach muscles contracted with each stroke and I knew she was going to orgasm soon. She began to moan as he began to thrust harder and soon she was just outright screaming with each thrust.

“Pound me!” I heard her scream.

“What?” Brian said as if snapping out of a trance as he was so concentrated on his work.

“Pound my pussy!” She yelled at him again. “Pound it hard!… Yes… Like that… Fuck me Brian!”

 

In all the years we’d been together, I’d never heard her talk like that. It excited me beyond belief. Obviously it excited Brian too. He was about to pull out and cum but Kim locked her legs around him, drew him deep inside of her and held him there.

“Aunt Kim, I’m going to cum!” He shouted in alarm. She didn’t respond to him because she was lost in her building orgasm. She kept him locked into her and as his rigid cock began to pulsate with the first shots of cum being released into her womb, she contracted her stomach muscles, clamped down hard on his cock and came with an elongated scream at the tops of her lungs. Her orgasm even continued long after he was spent. Then finally, breathlessly she relaxed her muscles and released him.

 

Brian pulled out with a plop and his cum immediately ran out of her pussy and onto the floor. Still panting, she stood up and grabbed the towel she’d used at the pool and mopped up the floor. Then she began holding the towel under her pussy as she stood to catch any residual sperm that ran back out of her.

“Aunt Kim, I came inside of you,” Brian said with sincere concern.

“I think you can stop calling me that now,” she said, “It seems a little weird now and I’m not really your aunt.”

“Sorry, I guess I forgot in all the excitement,” Brian said exasperated. “But what if you get pregnant?”

“Not going to happen bud,” Kim replied with a chuckle, “I swallow a little precaution everyday.”

“Oh,” is all he could muster with a smile in reply. They were both still panting heavily.

When she was satisfied that she had caught all of his sperm in the towel, she placed it back on the table and touched Brian’s half limp dick with her hand. Immediately it grew hard again.

“You’re kidding me,” she said with a half laugh, half squeal. “You’re like the energizer bunny!” Brian laughed a bit in reply.

Kim grabbed the kitchen chair and pulled it out to the floor. It was turned so that the view I had from the camera was mostly behind and a little to the side of the chair. Kim made Brian sit in the chair and I saw mostly his back and a little bit of his profile. I could see most of his large member poking up over his left thigh.

 

Brian seemed a little confused when made to sit in the chair but as Kim straddled him, he began to understand what was happening next. While standing and facing Brian, Kim placed one foot along each side of the chair so that her crotch was opened directly above his. She grabbed his cock and slowly sat down on it as her hand guided him into her waiting gash. From my angle, I could see the upper part of his cock disappear into the center of her furry brown triangle until there was nothing of it left as if her pussy was swallowing him whole. Then it reappeared as she slowly moved up on him again. Then it slowly disappeared. Soon she sat all the way down on his lap and they embraced and kissed deeply once more as their groins began to grind together in rhythm.

 

Soon Kim was rocking hard on the Brian’s lap and her breath was hard and ragged again. The kitchen chair was taking such a beating that one of the lower supports fell off of the leg. To this day, I still have not fixed that chair! They never noticed and never stopped. Soon she was screaming again and she came as hard as she had the first time. Brian was slamming his hips upwards into her and I could hear him groan and grunt as he shot his another load of hot sperm into my wife.

 

Once they finished, Kim stood pulling his cock out of her and his sperm ran out in a gush all over his lap and the chair. Again, with the towel, Kim mopped up and held the towel under her pussy. Suddenly she noticed the clock and made an announcement about me being home soon. Brian cursed a little and jumped up to throw his clothes on. Kim grabbed her bikini tops and bottoms and draped the towel over her shoulder.

“I have to go jump in the shower,” she said to Brian.

“I’d love to jump in there with you,” he replied.

“I know,” she cooed at him. “But you really need to get going. And don’t forget. Please never tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I never will. I promise. Besides, I’m hoping we can do this some more.”

“We’ll see,” she said with a noncommittal tone.

They kissed again like the lovers they now were and then he left the kitchen and she raced the other way with her clothes in hand. A few seconds later I heard the front door shut and then a car engine started. A few seconds after that, I heard the shower running. Then I ran out of tape.

I don’t know if my wife ever met with Brian again. I always imagined they did. I never confronted her with the tape or even let on that I knew. After college, Brian moved to Florida and we rarely ever see him unless he is home for a holiday. A couple of times when our families were all together I caught them sharing a secret knowing glance at one another and I chuckled to myself. I never again set up the cameras but I never destroyed the tape either. I find it too erotic to destroy and I sometimes pull it out for my own enjoyment when no one else is home.

 

I hear Brian is getting married this coming December. I hope his new bride appreciates the carnal lessons taught to him by my loving bride. I wonder if he’ll close his eyes while his dick is buried in his new wife and fantasize about doing it with his good old aunt Kim? For me, I learned the thrill of watching another guy pleasing my wife and I have never had a better sex life since.