The Unexpected Thrill of Spying On His Wife - Part 4

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The nylons were the first thing that caught Henry's eye as Mary stepped into his office. She didn't wear nylons. Not ever.

She must have noticed the focused nature of his gaze as she locked his door, leaned against it, and slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a remarkably sexy pair of lace top stockings. They were the sort a woman wore to arouse a man, to seduce him, to make him crave her.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Very much so."

"I liked watching you fuck your wife yesterday, Henry," Mary said.

Henry smiled. He'd rushed home to fuck Avery after watching her cheat on him through the hidden camera he'd placed in the bedroom. His naughty coworker Mary had watched the cheating, too, and then she'd requested to remain in his office to watch as Henry fucked his wife.

"Actually, that's not true. I loved it. I came twice as I watched you fuck her with such...vigor."

Mary stepped away from the door and approached Henry's desk. His cock stirred at he admired her long legs and the seductive sway in her hips.

"What part was your favorite?" he asked.

Mary loosened the top button of her blouse, put her hands on the edge of his desk, and bent over, revealing her breasts in a remarkably sexy black lace bra that gripped them like a second skin.

"I liked it when you took her from behind," she said softly as Henry admired her cleavage. "I liked how hard you fucked her. I like how you claimed your pleasure after having gotten her off. I was jealous of her, Henry. I was jealous of your wife."

He met her gaze. "Yeah? Did you want to be her, Mary? Did you want to be on your hands and knees in my bed?"

She nodded. "I masturbated to that thought. I came to that thought."

Henry stood and walked out from behind his desk. He moved behind Mary and ran a hand up the back of her blouse. His fingers moved into her soft hair and he grabbed a handful and pulled back while pushing his hips forward.

Henry twisted his hand so Mary was looking back at him. Her face was a picture of lust.

"Take me," she said.

Henry marveled at how quickly his life had shifted. Before he'd discovered Avery's cheating he'd been living a fairly boring and utterly predictable suburban existence. Now, though, every day brought a new thrill. On this particular day his coworker - who'd given him her mouth during a previous encounter - was asking him to fuck her doggystyle over his desk. What an unexpected development.

Henry lifted the back of her tight skirt and ran his fingers over the lace tops of her stockings. He caressed her inner thighs and pushed north until he found her panties, which were noticeably damp.

Mary reached back to try and paw at Henry's cock, but he pulled her hair tighter and said, "No touching."

Her hand returned to the desk and he pulled her panties aside and penetrated her. She moaned softly and he pushed two fingers deep inside her wet, steamy pussy. They moved in and out and Henry imagined his cock traveling the same path.

"Taste yourself," he said while offering his fingers to Mary. It was the same thing he'd said to his wife and she seemed to recognize it as she moaned so beautifully before taking his fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean.

Henry's dick was hard as a rock as Mary worshiped his fingers. He wanted her. He wanted to take her from behind, to hold onto her hair and her hip and fuck her with vigor. He wanted her as a way of getting back at his wife for cheating. He wanted to surrender to the same kind of base lust that had driven Avery to fuck another man, to fuck Henry's best friend.

So he took her. Henry unzipped his pants, freed his cock, and slipped inside Mary from behind. He pulled back on her hair with one hand and grabbed her hip with the other. He fucked his coworker hard from behind. He tried his best not to be too loud, but Henry wasn't thinking all that clearly. He was just pursuing his pleasure. That was all that mattered. That was all that he cared about.

"Fuck me, Henry," she said, though her voice was soft to ensure no one outside the windows of his office could hear. "Fuck me and pump your load inside me!"

Though it seemed potentially unwise to do so, Henry did that very thing. He came inside his coworker. He buried his dick in her from behind and emptied his balls. It was an orgasm unlike any other. It was an orgasm that gave him total clarity on why his wife had cheated. How could Avery possibly resist the allure of that kind of pleasure? How could she say 'no' when given the chance to have a risk-free climax like the one Henry was experiencing inside of Mary.

He released her hair and she leaned back, turned her head, and kissed him softly. "That was exactly what I wanted," she whispered. "Thank you, Henry."

He laughed softly. "You're the one that deserves to be thanked. You're really something else, Mary."

He pulled out and she quickly adjusted her panties to cover her pussy. Then Mary spun around and lifted herself onto his desk. She spread her legs and Henry's gaze traveled between them. He took in the sight of his cum already leaking out of her and soaking the black lace that covered her pussy and smiled as he felt a surprising sense of pride.

"I'd like to cum," she said.

"What can I do?"

Mary smiled. "You can go down on me."

"What?"

She rubbed her pussy through her panties and repeated herself. "You can go down on me, Henry. You can get on your knees and use your tongue to make me cum. And you can clean up your mess while you're at it."

"Clean up...why would I do that?"

"Well, I suppose I could be wrong, but I'm not sure you want anyone to know that you just fucked me. After all, I'm technically your subordinate. Plus, I think your wife might be pretty pissed off if she knew you'd put a hidden camera in your bedroom."

Henry had clearly misread Mary. He thought he'd discovered someone with a shared interest in a particular kink. That might have been true, but he'd also discovered someone who was more than happy to create leverage and then use it to get what she wanted. The question was, what else would she want of him?

"You don't have to clean your mess and eat my pussy, of course, but there will be consequences if you don't," she continued. "This doesn't have to be unpleasant, though. We can continue to make each other feel good, Henry. I'm quite certain you enjoyed fucking me, just like I'm certain that you enjoyed the blowjob I gave you yesterday. There's no reason all of that can't continue, though it would have to continue with the understanding that I'm in charge."

Henry tried to think of a way to counter her offer, but he had no leverage. None at all. She had everything. So he got on his knees, pulled her panties aside, and ate his cum out of her pussy.

"Mmm, that's it, Henry," she said. "This is what I've been dreaming about. This is what I've wanted since that night at the bar. I've wanted you on your knees doing exactly as I desire. I wasn't sure I'd get what I wanted, but it feels even better than I thought it would."

Henry closed his eyes and put his tongue deeper inside her. The taste was foul, but it wasn't anywhere near as unpleasant as it could have been to clean her. The fact that Mary was clearly enjoying herself certainly helped.

"Suck on my clit, Henry," she instructed.

Henry directed his attention to her clit and began to lick and suck on it.

"Look up at me as you service me."

He looked up. They made eye contact. Henry held that eye contact as he worshiped her clit.

Mary put one hand on his head and then the other. She held him in her hands, closed her eyes, and climaxed. She was largely silent as she came, but the look on her face and the way her thighs trembled made Henry fairly certain it was a fantastic orgasm, just like the one he'd had while taking her from behind.

"Thank you, Henry," she said.

He stood and stepped back and she hopped off his desk and fixed her panties and skirt. Mary then gave Henry a soft kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"You won't tell my wife or anyone here at work about any of this?"

"Not as long as you do as you're told."

She was gone before he could say another word. Henry walked around his desk, collapsed into his chair, and closed his eyes. He'd fucked up. He'd given Mary immense power over him. He wasn't sure how to get that power back, but he was certainly going to try.

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Avery's foot pressed against Henry's thigh and she gently nudged him. He looked down and noted how pretty her toes looked in what must have been a freshly-applied coat of dark pink polish, but he didn't look up at his wife, who was seated on the other end of the couch.

Not until she nudged him again, that is. Then he glanced her way and saw the look of concern.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing."

She frowned. "Henry, you've been quiet all night. You were quiet at dinner and you've barely said a word since we sat down."

"Sorry. Truly, though, everything is fine."

That was a lie and of course Avery could tell. Henry couldn't stop thinking about Mary, though, about her threats, about her sudden power over him and her seeming willingness to use that power to ruin parts of his life.

"Well, it seems obvious that everything is not alright," Avery said. "But it's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

Henry took a deep breath. It was stupid of him to be so distant. There was no point in alarming his wife. So he turned and took one of her feet in his lap and launched into a gentle massage.

She closed her eyes and moaned happily. "I'll admit that I was hoping for a massage. I'll admit that I was a little disappointed that you didn't get the hint when I sat all the way down at the other end of the couch."

"Sorry for being out of it."

"That's okay, and you don't have to give me a foot massage. I do like it, though."

There was no need to respond to that. Henry just kept up the foot massage. Every so often Avery would smile at him and the smiles seemed to get a bit more suggestive the longer he rubbed her. He knew she'd be down to have sex, he just wasn't sure he was up for it.

"Oh, I saw one of your coworkers at the grocery store," Avery announced out of nowhere. "She was very nice. She said to say 'hi' to you."

"Who was it?" Henry asked.

"Her name was Mary. Very pretty. Very confident, too, actually. And charming."

Henry tried his best not to look panicked. He tried to keep on massaging Avery's feet as he hoped that running into Mary had been a pure coincidence, that his coworker hadn't arranged the meeting as a way of sending Henry a message.

"Ah, well, I'll let her knew that you delivered the message," he said.

"Do you two work closely?"

Henry noted the jealousy his wife displayed. He was a little annoyed at first. She was fucking someone else, after all, so jealousy seemed entirely out of the bounds of reality. Then he took it as a good sign, that despite her cheating Avery was still in love with Henry, that she was still possessive of him in the way a wife is possessive of her husband.

"Sometimes," he said. "You don't have anything to worry about, though."

She looked away and Henry ran his hands up her legs, stopping mid thigh and running his fingers all the way back down to her feet. The tension that had been in Avery's shoulder disappeared.

"I want you," he said.

Her head snapped towards him. She smiled. "Yeah?"

Henry nodded. "Come over here."

Avery moved to her hands and knees and crawled across the couch. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She smiled and they kissed as she stroked him until he sported a raging erection in his slacks.

"Use your mouth," he whispered before kissing her neck.

Avery unzipped his pants and freed Henry's dick.

"Take me in your mouth, Avery. Suck my cock."

She moaned. "I like it when you're like this."

He put a hand on the back of her neck and applied the gentlest of pressure. Her head fell to his lap and her lips opened around his cock. She sucked slowly and Henry's fingers moved through her hair and entwined in the long tendrils until he'd gathered enough for a controlling grip.

"Fuck, Avery, that feels so good. See if you can take more, baby. See if you can take it all."

He pushed down and Avery tried her best to take it all. She didn't quite get there and ended up gagging, but it felt so fucking good.

Henry ran a hand down her back and into her shorts. He pushed them down and his fingers slipped into her pussy, where he found the wetness he'd expected. She moaned around his dick and her head began to bob up and down at a faster pace as he fingered her cunt.

"You're so wet, baby. Should I fuck you? Do you want my cock inside you, Avery? Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

Her head popped up and she smiled. "Yes, please."

"Get on the floor. On your back."

Avery happily moved to the living room floor and peeled off her shorts and panties.

"Take your shirt off, too. Your bra. Take it all off."

She stripped and laid on her back.

"Masturbate and play with your tits," he instructed.

Avery grasped one of her breasts and rubbed her pussy in slow circles.

Henry stood and stripped as his wife watched from her back. He stood over her and stroked his cock as she looked up at him. He took a step forward until he was standing over her head and then dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, slipped his cock into her mouth, and began to slowly fuck it.

"That's it," he said. "Take it for me. Suck it for me."

It felt good to be in control. It felt good to have Avery do as he desired, to have her do so without objection. It felt good to be able to push his cock deep enough that she gagged.

Henry pulled out, moved back until their bodies were aligned, and slipped his cock inside her. He then pushed his wife's arms above her head, pinned her wrists to the floor with one hand, and fucked her with vigor. He bordered on being rough with her and he could see that some of his thrusts were a little hard, at least based on how she'd occasionally wince. It felt good, though. It felt really fucking good.

"Henry, baby, I'm close," Avery called out, signaling that she was thoroughly enjoying the hard fucking. "Cum inside me!"

Henry and his wife came together. He released her arms and she wrapped them around him. She held him close and showered his neck in kisses while telling him how good it felt, how good he'd fucked her.

Afterwards he pulled out, admired the sight of her stretched out pussy, and then laid on the floor next to her. She rolled onto her side, rested a hand on his chest, and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love it when you fuck me like that," she whispered.

"Good, because I love it too."

He did love it, though on that day it was more pleasurable than usual because it felt like a way of reclaiming some sense of control over his life after Mary had taken it from him. It was a small thing, but it was more than enough to make Henry feel good and to fuel a world class orgasm.

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"I wonder what she would think if she knew that you were into the cheating?" Mary asked as her slick hand moved up and down the shaft of Henry's cock.

They were in his office. Avery was sucking Austin's cock on his iPad. They were watching with the sound up, too, and they could both hear the blowjob and Austin's low groans of pleasure.

Henry hadn't wanted Mary to watch. He wouldn't have invited her. She'd insisted, though, that he get in touch whenever his wife and her lover met up and it was the third time that week they were seeing each other.

"What do you think, Henry? Would she think it was pathetic, or would she be happy that you have no real objection to her getting fucked by your best friend?"

Mary clearly enjoyed watching Avery in such a voyeuristic manner, but it was equally clear that she enjoyed doing so from her newly-obtained position of power over Henry. Much to his annoyance, he found himself awash in desire thanks to the handjob, to his wife's vigorous sucking of another man's cock, and to the unexpected thrill – which he wished he didn’t feel - of Mary having total control.

"I have no idea what she would think," he finally answered. "I really don't."

Mary kissed his neck and moaned softly. "Aren't you curious?"

He shook his head as Avery stood up, kissed Austin, and crawled into the bed. She shook her ass at him and smiled. He stroked his dick and walked towards the bed. He reached out and slipped two fingers into her slick pussy.

"I'm curious," Mary said.

"Please, don't tell her."

Mary released his cock as Henry watched another man slide into his wife's pussy from behind. Austin grabbed Avery's hips and fucked her slowly in the bed that Henry shared with his wife. By all accounts he should have been furious, and yet he was as aroused as ever.

"I had lunch with your wife."

Henry's head whipped towards his coworker, who wore a confident smile. "What?"

"Two days ago. I ran into her again and invited her to lunch. She was more than happy to join me. We had a great time, actually. She's more beautiful in person than on your iPad."

Avery was moaning and Austin was fucking her hard enough for the sounds of flesh meeting flesh to reach Henry's ears. He turned his attention back to the hidden camera video and saw that Austin had grabbed a handful of her hair and was pulling back with some vigor as he fucked her hard.

"Who owns your pussy?" he asked.

"You do," Avery replied. "My pussy belongs to you."

"Don't you think it's time I started cumming inside you?" Austin asked.

Henry groaned.

Mary leaned in and kissed his neck. Her fingers found his cock once more. She stroked him slowly as he felt all manner of things, jealousy and lust among them.

"I was thinking that I might fuck your wife," Mary whispered.

"No," Henry said. "That's...no...don't do that."

"I think she wanted me, Henry. I think she was considering it at lunch. I think she was charmed by me. I think she likes my energy, my confidence. I think I could end up in your bedroom with your wife's tongue buried in my pussy as I call her a good little slut."

Henry couldn't imagine Avery doing that. Why would she? She wasn't bisexual. Mary wasn't that charming, was she?

His distress at the idea didn't matter much, though, as Henry was too turned on to think straight. Mary was probably just fucking with him anyway.

"Take the condom off," Avery said.

Henry groaned.

Austin pulled out and yanked the condom off. Avery looked back at him and smiled.

The bare cock slid into Henry's wife and she moaned. Mary stroked his dick a little faster.

"Look at her," Mary whispered. "Such a naughty cum slut, letting your best friend blow his load in her pussy. It turns you on though, doesn't it? You like that your wife has become such a whore."

She wasn't a whore, was she? Henry's dick was so hard it hurt.

"She is going to eat my pussy, Henry," Mary said. "Someday you'll be here watching and it will be me in your bedroom. She'll eat my tight little hole. Maybe I'll have her eat it after you've cum inside it. Would that be fun?"

He shook his head and then Mary stood, lifted her skirt, and straddled him. His cock was inside her a moment later.

"No," he said, though Henry didn't mean it.

Mary rode him slowly. She milked him with her pussy as he watched Austin fuck his wife on the hidden camera feed.

"Cum inside me!" Avery cried out.

Mary leaned in and kissed his neck. "Cum inside me, Henry, and then you can clean my cunt while you think of your pretty wife doing the same thing."

Henry watched Austin cum in his wife and he unloaded inside Mary. She covered his mouth to keep his groans from letting everyone in the office know they were fucking and her smile was one of pure delight.

Austin pulled out of Avery and collapsed into the bed next to her.

"That was incredible," she said to his best friend while curling up next to him. Avery took Austin's cock in her hand. "I like the way your cock looks after you've cum inside me. It's all slick and beautiful."

"I think it would taste good," Austin replied.

Mary climbed off of Henry's cock and sat on his desk. "Clean my pussy while I watch your whore wife suck her boyfriend's dick clean."

She picked up the iPad and deprived Henry of the view. Austin moaned, though, and he heard sucking. Henry scooted his chair forward, leaned in, and got busy cleaning Mary's pussy.

It was humiliating, especially while he listened to his wife suck her boyfriend clean. Oddly, though, he felt a little closer to Avery in that moment as they were both doing damn near the same thing.

Henry smiled and thought about fucking his wife later that day. He'd be horny again by the time he got home and he knew he'd be turned on at the idea of Austin having cum inside her. He'd reclaim her. He might even go down on her before he did. It's not like tasting cum was somehow foreign to him, after all.

"Fuck, Henry, make me cum," Mary said. "Make me cum while I think about seducing your pretty wife."

She wasn't going to do that. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't do that. Could she?