The Unexpected Thrill of Spying on His Wife - Part 5

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

---

Henry was a little late to the bar - he'd stayed at work until 5:30 to finish up a project - so when he rolled in everyone already had their drinks. His coworkers were collected around a few tables and almost everyone acknowledged him with a smile as he walked in.

Mary wasn't among those at the tables. Instead, she was sitting at the bar chatting with a good-looking guy in a suit. Henry shouldn't have felt jealous - Mary was a fling, at best - but he couldn't help but experience the sensation of jealousy as he watched her laugh and gently brush her fingers over the guy's forearm. It was a universal signal of interest and the guy clearly noticed as he glanced down at his arm and then flashed a charming smile at Mary.

Henry got a drink and headed to one of the tables with his coworkers. He joined in their conversation - they were bitching about the size of their raises not matching the rate of inflation - but it was Mary that garnered most of his attention.

What Henry couldn't understand was why Mary was so openly flirting with another man. He'd fucked her that afternoon. He'd fucked her in his office while they'd watched his wife cheat on him on the hidden camera he'd placed in their bedroom. He'd been inside Mary as his best friend had fucked his wife. He'd cum inside Mary as his best friend had cum inside his wife, and yet there she was flirting like she wanted to get fucked again. Was Henry not good enough to satisfy her? Was he doomed to be with women that wanted to fuck other men because he just couldn't help but come up short? Or was Mary - who'd proved rather kinky and perhaps a bit unstable - just being chaotic because that's what turned her on.

The guy left his stool and headed for the bathroom. Mary pulled out her phone and soon after Henry received a text.

"He's going to take me to his place and fuck me. You're going to pick me up when he's done. I'm going to have his condom. You're going to drink his fucking load while I masturbate. I'll text you his address when I get there. You'll leave the bar and park down the street from his apartment as soon as you get the address. Don't disappoint me, Henry."

Things had gotten out of control. Henry had fooled around with Mary - they'd made out in her car - because he'd discovered his wife was cheating on him. It had been thrilling to indulge in the same pleasure that Avery was indulging in on a regular basis, but things had gone too far. Mary now regularly watched the hidden camera feed with Henry. She fucked him regularly, too, and he'd been cumming in her pussy for a few weeks and cleaning his load out of her every single time. He kept doing it because it felt really fucking good, but now Mary was exerting control in a way Henry wasn't entirely comfortable with. Plus, she kept talking about seducing Avery and fucking her on the hidden camera feed while Henry watched.

Despite his misgivings, Henry texted back, "Okay." He was excited about it, too. He shouldn't have been, of course. He should have told Mary that it was over, that he was done playing with her. She was chaotic enough that she might have exacted a swift vengeance, though. Avery likely wouldn't forgive Henry if she knew about the hidden camera and Mary could easily reveal that bit of information.

The guy returned from the bathroom and left. Mary gave it five minutes, said her goodbyes, and left as well. Not long after, Henry received the text with the guy's address. He said his goodbyes, finished his drink, and left the bar.

Henry took a deep breath once he was behind the wheel. He considered going home. Mary could find her way back to her car without him offering a ride. Then he thought about drinking another man's cum from a used condom while she masturbated. By all rights it should have been a disgusting thought. Instead, it was thrilling. It made his cock stir.

He texted Avery to let her know he wouldn't be home for dinner. He drove to the address Mary had given. He parked down the street. He sat in his car and waited as he thought about her getting fucked by the man he'd seen at the bar. He thought about Avery getting fucked by Austin. He thought about how strange it was that all of it turned him on, that he'd become a different man since discovering his wife's infidelity.

Henry smiled as he realized that he actually liked the man he'd become, that his life was a lot more exciting, that his sex life in particular was a whole lot better, even with Avery. It wasn't how things were supposed to be when you chose to live the suburban life with your wife, but maybe that's what made it all so exciting.

"I'm coming out," Mary texted half an hour after Henry arrived at her new friend's apartment complex.

Henry put the car in drive and moved closer. He watched Mary come out of the building with a smile on her face and a seductive sway in her hips. She came around to the passenger side and climbed in.

"Drive," she said. "There's a shopping center a few blocks down. Find a space."

Henry drove, pulled into the strip mall parking lot, and located a space that would give them a fair bit of privacy. Mary climbed in the back seat and urged him to join her. Henry did so without hesitation.

"Take your cock out," she instructed. Henry unzipped his pants and freed his cock as Mary hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She handed them to Henry and said, "Sniff them. Lick them."

He held the panties up to his nose and inhaled their scent. He licked the gusset and tasted her juices. He stroked himself while doing so and Henry was hard in no time at all.

"Do you like how my pussy tastes, Henry?"

"Yes."

"Do you think your whore wife will like how my pussy tastes?"

He didn't say a word. Instead, he studied the intense lust on Mary's face. She got off on the idea of seducing Avery. Henry wasn't sure if such a thing was even possible or if Mary had any intention of doing it, but it was obvious that liked thinking about it, that the notion of doing it made her pussy wet.

Mary pulled the used condom from her purse. She untied it and plucked the panties from Henry's hand. Mary deftly poured some of the cum into the gusset of her panties and carefully handed them back to Henry.

"Lick it up, cum whore," she said.

Henry groaned and lifted the panties to his mouth. He extended his tongue while holding Mary's gaze and he licked the cum of a stranger from her underwear.

"Fuck," she said under her breath. "You and your beautiful wife are so similar, Henry. She's a filthy slut. She's Austin's dirty little cum whore. She's more than happy to blow him, to get fucked in any position he wants, to suck his cum off of his thick, throbbing cock after he dumps his load deep into her married pussy. You're more than happy to eat your loads out of me. You're more than happy to lick a fucking stranger's cum from my panties."

Mary rubbed her pussy furiously and Henry masturbated at the same pace. He watched her, soaking up her arousal as if he was entirely responsible for it. Henry knew that wasn't true, but it felt good to believe it.

He finished licking the cum from the gusset and handed the panties back to her.

Mary laughed. "Hungry for more, cum slut?"

Henry nodded.

"It feels a little naughtier to lick it out of my panties, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

Mary poured more of the cum into her panties. She handed them back to Henry. He took a moment to study the thick, milky white fluid. It slowly seeped into the cotton fabric of her underwear. He lifted the panties to his mouth and extended his tongue. Mary moaned and Henry did the same.

"I want you to find your wife's panties when you get home tonight," she instructed. "Look through the dirty laundry. Find the wet ones. Lick the gusset like a little bitch, like a panty whore. Taste her pussy. Taste your best friend's fucking load. Do it like some kind of fiend, like you're hooked, like you can't get enough of being such a filthy little slut."

Henry's cock throbbed in his hand.

"Make a video of it," she continued with a smile. "Fuck...film yourself licking her dirty panties for me, Henry. Film yourself being a slut, a filthy fucking whore. Film it and send it to me."

He licked the panties furiously, cleaned them, and handed them back to her. Mary filled them once more and passed them to Henry. Then she moved closer until she was sitting right next to him.

Mary leaned in and kissed his neck. Her tongue danced over his skin as he licked the cum from the panties.

"You know, your wife's a very good kisser," she whispered.

"What?"

Mary leaned back and smiled.

"Did you kiss Avery?"

Mary nodded.

"What? What the fuck? When?"

"We had lunch again. I took her to a cute little Italian place. It's always dark in there. It had a bit of a romantic feel to it. I flirted a little during lunch. I told her how beautiful she was. I told her how much I liked her outfit. She flirted back."

Henry shouldn't have been surprised. If Avery was willing to have an affair with his best friend, why would it surprise him that she'd kiss a woman?

"I took her hand when we left the restaurant. There was a little park across the street. We walked there hand-in-hand. We sat on a bench. She sat close. She turned to me. I brushed a bit of hair from her forehead. I told her she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Then I leaned in and kissed her, Henry."

Mary kissed his neck. She moaned. Henry could hear the wet sounds of furious masturbation coming from between her legs.

"I'm going to fuck your wife, Henry," she said softly. "I'm going to go to your home and make her devour my pussy over and over. I'm going to fuck her in your bed and I'm going to do it while you watch. I'll be sure to make her cum nice and hard. In fact, I think I'll make her squirt all over your side of the bed. I'll give her an orgasm like no man has ever provided, even your big-dicked friend Austin."

Henry wrapped Mary's panties around his cock and climaxed into them. He closed his eyes and moaned as she kissed his neck.

"It's going to happen soon, Henry," she whispered. "I'm going to turn your wife into my personal slut and it's going to happen awfully soon."

Henry had thought things were out of control before. Now it was official. He had no control. He had no hope of regaining control. He could confess everything to Avery and let the chips fall where they may, or he could just go along for the ride and see what happened.

Henry decided - as he came in Mary's panties - that he was going to go along for the ride.

"Finish me with your mouth," she ordered while sliding to the other side of the back seat and sitting against the door. "Right now, Henry. Finish me while I think about your pretty wife eating my cunt."

Henry set the panties on the floor, tucked his dick back into his panties, and moved across the back seat to eat his coworker's pussy.

---

Henry didn't have to look for Avery's cum-filled panties. They were sitting right on top of the pile in the laundry hamper, like she hadn't made even the slightest effort to hide the fact that her pussy had been leaking another man's cum for a good portion of the afternoon.

With Mary's voice in his head, Henry picked up the panties, took out his phone, and started filming himself as he licked the gusset clean. The distinct taste of cum hit his tongue and his cock stirred to life. It was not lost on him that it was pretty fucked up that he was getting excited while licking his best friend's cum out of his wife's panties, but there was nothing to be done about that excitement.

"Henry?"

He dropped the panties, tucked his phone into his pocket, and turned away right as Avery stepped into the closet doorway.

"Henry, what are you..."

He turned to see her looking between his legs. Henry glanced down and spotted the bulge that had caught Avery's attention. He then reached up and ran his fingers over the black satin camisole with lace trim that hung in front of him.

"Sorry...I just...I was just thinking about in this camisole. About how you wore it that night in Vancouver, how we had sex on that hotel balcony. You were in this and a pair of panties and those four inch heels that killed your back but looked so fucking hot. You came out on the balcony, brought me a glass of champagne and sat in my lap as we drank the champagne and kissed."

Avery stepped into the closet and it looked to Henry like he'd successfully lied. She hadn't once glanced at the panties that were now in a different spot in the hamper.

"I do remember that night," she said before casually pulling the camisole from its hanger. Avery took her top and bra off and pulled on the camisole. Her nipples were hard and poked through the delicate satin in a rather alluring manner.

She then turned and walked out of the closet. Her shoes, pants, and panties came off next as Henry stood and watched. Avery looked over her shoulder and said, "We don't have a balcony or any champagne, but I would like to be fucked. How would feel about putting your tongue in my pussy for a little while and then having your way with me."

Henry stripped as quickly as he could and rushed out of the closet. Avery hurried away with a giggle and he caught up to her at the foot of the bed. His hands cupped her breasts in the delicate satin and Avery turned her head. Their lips met for a deep tongue kiss and he reached down and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was wet and though it had been hours since Austin had fucked her, Henry couldn't help but wonder if some of his best friend's cum was still inside her.

Henry stepped back and sank to his knees. Avery could have turned around to give him access to her pussy, but instead she bent over. Henry admired her ass before kissing it a handful of times. Then he pressed his face between her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her pussy. He was fairly certain he could taste a little bit of Austin's cum, but it could have been his brain conjuring pleasures that didn't exist. Either way, Henry's cock throbbed.

Avery moaned as he licked her pussy and Henry used his finger to give her clit a bit of stimulation. She put a hand on the back of his head and moaned as he pictured Austin's cock moving in and out of the pussy his tongue was deep inside of. The thrill of that vision left his dick throbbing and overwhelmed with a desire to be inside her, so Henry stood up and penetrated his wife from behind.

"Oh, fuck," she said.

He grabbed her hips and began to fuck Avery as he gathered two handfuls of the bed sheets. Her pussy was wet and hot and tight and perfect and Henry found himself overwhelmed with lust. He fucked her harder and the sounds of his thighs slamming into her body filled their bedroom.

Henry considered cumming inside her, but instead he pulled out and sat on the foot of the bed. Avery crawled into his lap without saying a word and took him inside her. He played with her tits in the satin camisole as they kissed. Their tongues entwined as she began to ride him.

"You feel so good inside me, Henry," she said softly.

"Your pussy is perfect, Avery, and this camisole looks so hot on you."

She smiled and rocked her hips back and forth, bathing his cock in her wetness and eliciting a series of moans. "I should wear lingerie for you more often," she said. "You deserve that."

Henry wondered if she was feeling a touch guilty. She was having an affair with his best friend and had kissed his coworker. Guilt was a perfectly normal reaction to her infidelity.

"And you deserve to be fucked the way you crave," he said.

Henry grabbed her ass and squeezed tight. He moved her hips faster over his crotch, generating what he imagined was a wealth of friction for her clit and bathing his cock in the same pussy juices that Austin's dick had enjoyed just a handful of hours ago.

"Yeah?" she asked.

Henry nodded and stood up. He crawled into the bed with his cock still deep inside her. He set Avery down, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head as he began to pound her pussy.

"You deserve to be fucked hard, Avery," he said. "Hard and deep. You deserve to get a good pussy pounding when you need it."

"I need it right now, Henry!"

He fucked her harder. Her eyes closed. Her eyelids fluttered. Her legs wrapped around him. He pinned her wrists a little harder to the bed and she moaned.

"Cum on my cock!"

Avery groaned. She arched her back a little beneath him. He fucked harder.

"Henry! I'm cumming!"

Henry buried his dick inside his wife and climaxed. Her legs fell to the bed and he released her wrists. Her hands moved through his hair and down his back as his heart pounded while he emptied himself inside of her.

"Well, that was an unexpected delight," Avery said while her fingers moved over his body.

"I know. It really was."

Henry pulled out and rolled onto his back. She cuddled next to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Is it weird that I'm still horny?" she asked.

"Did you cum?"

Avery nodded. "I came hard, actually."

He smiled. "Well then, I suppose it's a little weird that you're still horny, but we can do something about that. What if I made you cum again?"

"Would you do that?"

Henry moved his wife to her back and propped himself up on his elbow as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and ran his fingers over her pussy lips. She moaned softly and he shifted his body so he could treat her other breast to the same oral delight. His finger found her clit and he rubbed it in slow circles, eliciting a longer, deeper moan.

Then Henry was struck by an idea. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but he didn't care. He kissed his way down her body. He spread her legs. He laid between them.

"What are you doing?" Avery asked, though he detected no concern in her eyes.

"Making you cum," Henry answered.

He plunged his tongue inside her and licked all the way up to her clit. Avery closed her eyes and moaned loudly enough that Henry knew he'd made the right choice. He cleaned his load from her pussy and tended to her clit. He did so until Avery had what struck him as a huge orgasm, one far louder and undoubtedly more pleasurable than the first.

"Thank you for that," was all she said afterwards.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, eliciting a smile.

They cuddled a little and then went about the rest of their evening.

Henry liked that he'd revealed something of his newfound kinky side to Avery, and she'd clearly done the same as she'd had a massive orgasm while he cleaned his load from her.

He did wonder, though, if she knew more than she was letting on. Had she seen him licking her panties clean? Did she somehow know about the hidden camera? Had Mary actually shared something with Avery that Henry didn't know about?

He had lots of questions and no answers, but life was a lot more interesting than it had been just a few months ago, so Henry was okay with being in the dark about so many things as long as the excitement continued.