The Unexpected Thrill of Spying on His Wife - Part 6

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Avery looked nervous as she paced back and forth in the same manner she'd been doing for the past three minutes, all of which Henry had witnessed on his iPad.

It was right around the time of day that Austin would show up to slip his cock into Avery, to fuck her hard and fast and cum inside her, to make her moan and cry out his name as he gave her the kinds of world class orgasms that had likely sustained their cheating relationship.

Avery never looked nervous when Austin was coming over, though, or at least she hadn't in the three months Henry had been witness to her infidelity via the hidden camera he'd placed in their bedroom. That's why he stared so intently at his iPad despite the rather boring nature of watching his wife pace in her jeans and sweater.

There was a mystery unfolding in Henry's bedroom and he was the sole member of the audience. He tried to gather clues to discern the source of Avery's nervousness, but none were available. Of course they weren't. He couldn't read her mind. She wasn't talking nor mumbling nor making a sound of any kind outside of her feet on the carpet.

Then, after four minutes of pacing, Avery stripped. It all came off and she gathered her clothes and underwear and tossed them in the closet. Avery then disappeared into the bathroom and remained there for quite some time. Henry ate his lunch at his desk while his wife did her hair and makeup - at least that's what he assumed - and emerged forty minutes later looking soft and beautiful in the manner that appeared effortless but he knew actually took quite a bit of time and skill to achieve. It was a look that most people would have called pretty instead of sexy or seductive, and Henry found himself delighted at the notion that his wife could seem like an entirely different woman after forty minutes in front of the bathroom mirror. His cock stirred as he thought of coming home to Avery looking that way and then stirred again as he thought of her transforming herself for Austin as she welcomed him into their bedroom for an afternoon quickie.

Avery moved through the bedroom with confidence - the nerves seemed to have disappeared - and stepped into the closet and out of view of Henry's camera. She emerged a few minutes later wearing a delicate silk camisole and a matching thong with a slight, ruffled trim. It was a vastly different look than the lingerie she usually wore for Austin and Henry wondered if his wife had switched to another lover.

The doorbell rang and Henry felt a chill run down his spine as he thought of Mary, of the promise she'd made. He'd never given it serious consideration. He always figured she was just messing with him when she threatened to seduce Avery and fuck her in their bedroom while Henry watched on his pervy little hidden camera. Was it Mary that Avery was dressing for? That she'd done her hair and makeup for?

The bedroom remained empty for another fifteen minutes. Then Avery entered. A moment later Mary stepped into the room. Henry gripped the edges of the iPad as his pulse quickened.

Avery looked nervous until Mary approached. Their fingers entwined and their bodies were soon pressed together. Mary reached up and caressed Avery's face as she said something, though it was quiet enough that Henry's camera didn't pick up the sound.

Then they kissed. A long, slow, beautiful kiss. A passionate kiss. Henry judged that it was far from the first time they'd shared a kiss. First kisses weren't like the one he was watching. This was a kiss expressing pent-up desire that had built for weeks.

"Undress me," Mary said in a soft, confident voice.

Avery did so in a remarkably seductive manner. She unbuttoned Mary's blouse and leaned in to kiss her neck, chest, and the soft flesh of her breasts that were left exposed by a bra designed to display cleavage. She untucked the blouse and slowly sank to her knees, kissing her way down Mary's stomach before unzipping her tight skirt and working it over her hips. As it fell to the floor, Avery looked up, smiled, and leaned in to kiss Mary's panties.

"That's a good girl. Show me how badly you want my pussy, Avery. Show me how badly you want to taste me, to please me, to satisfy me."

Mary had a dominant side. Henry had witnessed it on countless occasions in his office. He'd worshiped Mary's pussy while she watched the hidden camera footage of Avery and Austin fucking. She'd offered borderline humiliating dirty talk while jerking him off as he watched his cheating wife get laid. She'd managed to worm her way into what had been Henry's private pleasure and she'd done so through seduction and domination and it seemed she was using the same playbook with Avery.

Eventually Avery's lips were pressed firmly against Mary's pussy, albeit through her panties. The visual was stunningly hot, though, with Avery in the supplicant position on her knees and Mary's hand on the back of her head, looking down at the beautiful married woman that clearly wished for nothing more than the chance to offer an orgasm to the seductress that had enveloped her in sapphic desire.

Then Mary stepped back and offered a hand to Avery, who took it and stood. Henry watched as his coworker moved behind his wife, kissed the back of her neck, and cupped her breasts in the impossibly soft, feminine-looking silk camisole.

"You're irresistible, Avery," Mary said just loud enough for Henry to hear.

Avery closed her eyes, leaned against Mary, and moaned at the compliment.

Mary's hand moved down Avery's stomach and between her legs. From the hidden camera’s angle it looked as though his coworker had slipped her fingers into Avery's pussy by pushing a hand into her panties.

"Is that wetness for me, Avery?"

"Yes."

Mary's free hand moved into Avery's hair and she took a tight grip and pulled back. "You're quite generous with your cunt, aren't you Avery?"

Henry listened for the answer, but his wife said nothing. She moaned, though, as Mary continued to work her pussy.

"You give it to your husband. You give it to your lover. You're giving it to me."

Avery moaned louder and Henry wondered if his wife was turned on at the idea of cheating. She liked the sex with Austin, obviously, but perhaps it was the illicit nature of doing it behind Henry's back that left Avery in a place of arousal so intense that she had the best orgasms of her life with another man's cock inside her.

Mary pulled her fingers from Avery's cunt and stripped her naked. The silk lingerie floated to the floor and Mary lowered her own panties, leaving the two women nude in Henry's bedroom. He was gripped by arousal and a healthy dose of jealousy, though that was mostly because he wished he could be there in person to watch and to indulge in a far more potent version of the lesbian coupling that was about to unfold.

Mary spun Avery around and they kissed. Henry watched his wife melt into a woman's arms, as if the feel of Mary's naked body against hers was enough to leave Avery weak in the knees.

"Do you want to make me cum, Avery?"

"More than anything."

"Be a good girl and get on your back in your bed. Head there," Mary said as she pointed towards the foot of the bed.

Avery did as instructed and Henry marveled at his wife's seeming submissiveness. He wondered if she would do the same if he acted in a dominant manner with her.

Mary crawled into the bed and straddled Avery's chest. She played with her pussy while looking down at Henry's wife and asked, "I'm going to sit on your face, Avery. I'm going to ride that mouth of yours. You're going to drink in my pussy, to taste me, to pleasure me, to do everything you can to make me cum."

Avery nodded and Mary dragged her hips forward. Henry watched another woman sit on his wife's face and his cock throbbed with voyeuristic delight.

Then Mary looked right at the hidden camera and smiled. Avery's eyes were closed as she dined on Mary's pussy and Henry was stunned by the erotic connection he felt with the woman putting on a show in his bedroom.

Mary grasped her breasts, bit her lower lip, and let out a moan while staring at the hidden camera. Then she lifted a hand and blew Henry a kiss before smiling brightly.

"Fuck, Avery, eat that pussy," Mary said. "Eat that slick cunt. Make it feel good while I ride your face in the fucking bed you share with your husband."

Avery moaned and Henry again wondered if his wife got off on cheating.

She certainly seemed to get off on eating pussy, which was not something Henry ever would have guessed, though he wondered if it was the submissive sensations that thrilled her more than anything. Whatever the reason, Avery was cheating on him with a second person and Henry remained wildly aroused at his wife's infidelity.

"Avery...I'm cumming!" Mary declared as she leaned forward, grabbed a handful of Avery's hair, and lifted her head from the bed to smother her face in pussy juices. Her thighs trembled as she took a tight fistful of her breast and squeezed hard while a series of stilted moans poured from her lips, making the pleasure of her climax blindingly obvious.

Mary released her grip on Avery's hair, sat back a little, and then reached behind her and slipped her fingers into the wet, waiting cunt of Henry's wife.

"Would you like to cum, Avery?"

"Yes, please."

Mary climbed off of Henry's wife. She laid next to her. They kissed as Mary's fingers worked Avery's pussy in what Henry thought was a remarkably skillful manner.

"I like that you let Austin cum in this tight little cunt of yours," Mary said. Henry couldn't believe his wife had confessed her infidelity to someone else, though the fact that she was now fucking Mary made that confession a little less risky. "I like that you gave your cunt to another man, Avery. That you gave it to him wholly and completely, that you let him have what only your husband is supposed to have."

Avery arched her back and moaned and Mary took a stiff nipple between her lips and sucked hard, producing a beautiful moan as Henry unzipped his pants, freed his cock, and began to masturbate at his desk.

"But then, your husband wasn't getting the job done, was he?" Mary asked. "Poor Henry forgot how to satisfy his wife so you had to find another man to give this perfect, tight, hot little pussy of yours the attention it deserves."

"I love Henry," Avery said. "I do..."

"I know you do, but the dirty little slut that lives inside you fell out of love with the way your husband fucks you. The dirty little slut needed to get fucked by someone better, so you chose his best friend. That's exactly what a dirty little slut would do, Avery, which is why I applaud your choice. You fucked Henry's best friend, you sucked his dick plenty to make sure he'd come back to fuck you again, and now you give him whatever he wants so he'll keep feeding your slutty little cunt the dick and cum it craves."

Avery was getting close to cumming. Henry could see it. He knew when his wife was at the peak of her arousal.

"Now you're fucking his coworker," Mary continued. "You are a naughty little slut, Avery. Fucking your husband's best friend and his coworker. Whoring out your pussy to anyone close to Henry, getting your vengeance for his failures as a man and getting your rocks off at the same time."

"No...he's not a failure..."

"Quiet," Mary said. "He failed you, Avery, so you gave your pussy away. Now you're hooked on giving it away. You're hooked on how alive you feel when you let someone into your bedroom that shouldn't be there. You're so fucking hooked that you're going to call Austin after I leave. You're going to leave the door unlocked and tell him to come right to bedroom. You're going to tell him that your pussy needs his cock and his cum, that you need him to fuck you hard and fill you up the way he does."

Henry watched a fountain of liquid pour from his wife's pussy and soak the bed as her legs trembled like he'd never seen before. She screamed as Mary smiled from her ability to make another woman squirt and Henry's jaw dropped at the impressive nature of the orgasm and the rather spectacular mess it made on the bed, the headboard, and the wall behind the bed.

"Holy fuck," Avery said breathlessly as Mary removed her fingers from the pussy she'd just satisfied. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck."

Mary's fingers ended up in Avery's mouth. She looked surprised at first, but then she sucked them clean like she was supposed to.

"You'll invite Austin over after I leave or you'll never cum like that again," Mary said softly, though it was just loud enough for Henry to hear.

Avery nodded with Mary's fingers still in her mouth.

"Good girl. Oh, and make sure you fuck your husband tonight, too. I like the idea of you being a true slut and fucking three people in one day. Just thinking about it makes me want to fuck you again, Avery."

They kissed and it was genuinely passionate. Henry couldn't tell if Mary was playing a part or if she was genuinely interested in sex with Avery, but she was convincing no matter her true feelings.

Avery remained in bed as Mary got dressed. Once she was ready to depart, she leaned over, kissed Henry's wife, and repeated her instructions to invite Austin over for sex and to make sure that she fucked Henry before the day was over.

Then Mary was gone and Henry tucked his dick back into his pants, turned off his iPad, and smiled as he considered how thoroughly entertaining the whole sexual show had been.

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Henry arrived home awash in arousal. He'd spent a good portion of his work day watching his wife cheat on him, first with Mary and then with Austin. Avery had experienced - by his count, at least - three orgasms and had taken two loads of Austin's cum in her pussy after providing Mary with a climax via her tongue. She'd been a very busy woman, in other words, and Henry was well aware that his wife had been instructed to make him cum upon his return from work.

Despite those instructions from Mary - instructions Henry wasn't supposed to know about, of course - he wasn't sure what to expect when he walked in.

To his delight, Henry found dinner on the table. Avery had cooked a sumptuous meal of steak and risotto with a side of charred broccoli. Two glasses of wine sat on the dining room table.

"What's all this?" he asked.

Avery appeared from the kitchen holding a basket of what looked to be fresh-baked rolls. She wore an elegant, feminine-looking white sweater and jeans that fit like a second skin. The heels were a lovely touch that made the whole outfit a great deal sexier and after setting the rolls on the table moved towards him for a kiss.

"I missed you," she said softly. "And it dawned on me today that it had been a long, long time since I'd prepared a meal like this for us."

Henry ran his hands down her back and enjoyed how soft the sweater felt. He then enjoyed yet another kiss and had no trouble pulling his wife's pelvis to his so she could feel the beginnings of his erection press into her.

"I'll have that for dessert," she said with a smile before glancing down and ensuring that he understood her reference.

Henry pulled out her chair and they sat and had a lovely, romantic meal. They worked their way through a bottle of wine and spent nearly two hours at the table talking about a little of everything in a manner that made Henry feel closer to Avery than he had in a long time.

"You know...recently...the sex has been really good," Avery said as she swirled the last bit of wine in her glass. "You've been...different, I'd say. In a good way. More assertive at times. More, I don't know, adventurous at times."

Henry smiled. "Like when I ate my cum out of your pussy?"

She nodded. "Yes, like when you ate your cum out of my pussy after you'd spilled your load a little quicker than usual."

It was the flicker of lust in her eyes and the subtle sense of aggression in her voice that clued Henry in to just how much Avery had enjoyed that particular bit of adventurousness.

"You're a beautiful, vivacious, sexy woman. Sometimes I'm overcome with desire and I can't help but cum too quickly."

She finished her wine, slipped her left foot from her heel, and placed it between his legs. Her toes massaged his cock as she said, "I remember feeling - for just a moment - disappointed that night. Don't get me wrong, it's kind of nice when a guy cums quickly because it's so obvious how turned on he was, but I didn't get mine. I had a moment of thinking you were selfish, but then you showed just how unselfish you can be by eating your cum out of me, which is not something most men would do."

Henry held her gaze and smiled. "No, it's not. Only a certain kind of man would lick cum from his wife's pussy and enjoy it."

His cock was hard now and she glanced between his legs as her toes - which looked as though she'd given herself a pedicure that afternoon - continued to work his cock. "Is that right?" she asked. "You enjoyed yourself?"

Henry nodded. "Take your pants off."

She unbuttoned her jeans without hesitation. Her other heel came off and the pants followed, leaving her in their dining room chair in a pair of black lace panties.

"Finger yourself," he said.

Avery stared at him as she pushed a hand into her panties and began to finger her pussy. Henry through of how Austin had fucked her twice just a handful of hours ago, of how he'd fucked her missionary and then in doggystyle, of how she'd begged for his cum.

"Suck on your fingers."

Avery smiled and pulled her hand from her panties. Her fingers glistened as she took them between her lips. Her eyelids fluttered and a moan drifted into the air.

"Do you taste good?" Henry asked.

"I do."

He stood, leaned over, and kissed her with his finger resting under her chin. That hand then moved between her legs and into Avery's panties. He parted her labia and penetrated her while their tongues entwined.

As his fingers neared their mouths, Henry refused to stop kissing his wife. He merely introduced his fingers, pushing them between their lips so they could both enjoy the taste of her pussy. Henry was fairly certain he detected a hint of Austin's cum, though it had been long enough that there couldn't have been much left inside her.

"How do I taste?" Avery whispered.

"Incredible."

"Would you like to have me for dessert, Henry?"

"I would."

Avery stood, pushed their dishes aside, and hopped on the dining room table. She spread her legs, exposing her pussy. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, but Avery put a hand on his chest.

"You have to eat it before you can fuck it," she said.

Her hand moved to the top of his head and she pushed down. Henry did as his wife desired and sank to his knees. He pushed his tongue into her pussy as he looked up at her. The smile on her face was imbued with a devilish delight, like she thought she was getting away with something. Henry was willingly tasting his best friend in his wife's pussy, though. He'd watched her get fucked. He'd watched her take two loads. He knew his taste buds were bathing in at least a touch of another man's cum and it made his dick throb.

"You look so good with your tongue in my cunt," Avery said as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Fuck...Henry...taste me. Taste my cunt. Eat it. Get your tongue deep in there."

Henry loved how turned on she was and he loved that her arousal seemed to match his, which was why he happily buried his tongue as deep as he could.

"Fuck me, Henry."

He stood and slipped his cock inside her. They kissed as he grabbed the top of her ass and held her in place on the table while fucking her with hard, deep thrusts.

Avery held his face in her hands and kissed him. She sucked on his tongue. He thought of how she'd done the same thing for Austin mere moments before he'd cum inside her. Henry felt his balls tighten and his cock swell up. He didn't cum, though. He controlled himself, diverted his thoughts elsewhere to hold off. He kept on fucking his wife, though. He kept pounding that tight cunt. He did so right through her orgasm and he smiled as Avery's body shook while she climaxed on their dining room table.

"It looks like someone else came too quickly this time," he said.

She pushed back on his hips and he slid out of her pussy. Avery hopped off the table and began to sink to her knees, but Henry grabbed her arm to stop her. He kissed her and then spun her around, grabbed a handful of her hair, and bent her over the table.

Henry took his wife's pussy from behind. He fucked her hard. Aggressively, in fact. In less than a minute he'd cum inside her. He thought of Austin as he did so. He thought of Mary making Avery squirt in their bed. He thought of how his wife's infidelity had added the most incredible spice to their marriage and he was strangely grateful for her unwillingness to adhere to traditional marital standards.

He pulled out and cum leaked from her pussy and splashed on the hardwood floor. Avery spun around, smiled like she'd very much enjoyed getting fucked that way, and sat on the table again.

She began to masturbate, rubbing her clit in slow circles and teasing her labia, too. Avery stared at Henry, but she didn't say a word. She didn't need to. He could see what she wanted.

He dropped to his knees. He put his tongue inside her.

"Fuck, Henry...fuck...clean me, baby."

He cleaned her pussy. He ate his cum out of her. She had a loud orgasm, adding to her day's impressive count. He stood and kissed her deeply the moment she'd stopped cumming, sharing the taste of his load in the process.

"Did you enjoy dessert?" she asked.

"Best dessert I've ever had," he replied with a smile.

They cleaned up their mess and the dinner dishes. They cuddled up on the couch for a movie. They fucked again after it was over.

Henry slept very well that night. Very well indeed.