The Unexpected Thrill of Spying on His Wife - Part 2

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 "Welcome home," Avery said as Henry stepped into the house on Friday evening.

She looked beautiful in a red and white sundress that ended midway down her thighs and was low cut enough to show off her breasts, which Henry very much approved of. Her hair had clearly been styled and it was equally clear she'd put a fair amount of effort into her makeup.

"Wow. You look gorgeous, Avery. Are you going out tonight?"

Avery smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "No. We're going out tonight."

Henry suspected that guilt motivated the effort Avery had made to look beautiful that evening. She'd fucked his best friend that afternoon and she'd done so in their marital bed. She'd fucked him twice, in fact, and Henry had watched both times on the hidden camera he'd installed in their bedroom.

He felt a little guilty, too. It was terrible to be spying on Avery. It was terrible to watch as she fucked another man. It was terrible that it turned him on to watch, though on that day he'd managed not to cum in his pants while watching. He hadn't cum at all, in fact, and the moment he saw his wife he felt a huge surge of arousal.

What Henry didn't know was if Avery had any desire for him. So he set his bag down, pulled her close, and caressed her face. She smiled and initiated a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss with a surprising amount of tongue. Perhaps the kiss was fueled by guilt, but it felt genuine to Henry and he decided he'd let himself have a good time that night.

"Let me change," he said.

Henry rushed to the bedroom, glanced at the area where he’d hidden the camera, and then stripped out of his work clothes and changed into something a little more casual. Avery was on her phone when he returned to the living room and Henry wondered if she was texting with Austin, the man who'd fucked her twice earlier that day.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Drinks and then dinner," she replied. "Then I was thinking we could go dancing."

"Dancing? Really? We haven't done that in years."

Avery kissed him on the cheek. "I know. I thought it might be fun." She stepped away and spun around and he watched her dress float up, revealing a pair of delicate lace boyshort panties. "Plus, there's a very good chance you're getting lucky tonight if you take me dancing."

She spun back towards him and into his arms. Henry dipped her and indulged in yet another kiss. Avery moaned into his mouth and while he held her in the dip as their tongues entwined.

She was all smiles when he stood her upright once more. "Wow," she said. "That was...that was a hell of a kiss, honey."

Henry gave her ass a light tap and said, "Let's go have some fun."

To Henry's delight, they had a great deal of fun. More fun than usual, in fact. It wasn't just that Avery was putting in a great deal of effort, either. For reasons he didn't entirely understand, Henry felt more connected to his wife and more attentive as they hung out. He found himself getting lost in the beauty of her eyes, laughing louder when she made a joke, and wanting more than anything to be close to her as much as possible.

The dancing proved to be a good choice on her part as they spent most of the two hours at the club in close physical contact. There was kissing and touching and in general acting like they weren't a married couple, but were instead much younger people on a date and eager to go home and fuck each other.

That eagerness played out in the car as Avery leaned over and stroked his cock while he pulled out of the parking lot. She'd had a few drinks so that might have played a part and it was still possible she was acting out of guilt, but Henry knew she'd been cheating on him for a while so that couldn't have been the entirety of the motivation.

"Baby," she said as they stopped at a red light, "I want to suck your dick."

Henry was stunned. He hadn't heard those words from his wife in a long time and he wasn't sure he'd ever heard them in the car. He leaned over and they shared a deep, slightly sloppy kiss as she stroked him vigorously through his slacks.

"I'd love it if you sucked my dick," he replied.

Her face lit up with delight and Henry hit the gas. Avery unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over, and freed his cock. A moment later Henry moaned at that sensation of pure pleasure when you first enter a woman's mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Avery, that feels so fucking good," he said.

Henry's cock surged as he realized that Austin had uttered those exact words to his wife earlier that day. Avery had been dressed in lingerie and on her knees in their bedroom. Her lips had been sealed tight around Austin's cock and her hand moved up and down the shaft as she sucked her lover to get him nice and hard for her pussy.

She moaned as Henry said it and he wondered if she recognized the words. He wondered if she could tell that his cock had just gotten a little bit harder as he flashed back to the blowjob he'd witnessed on the hidden camera. He wondered again why he was so turned on by watching his wife and another man have sex.

"Can you take it all?" Henry asked, echoing the words Austin had said that afternoon.

Avery moaned and he felt his cock reach the back of her throat. He pulled a hand from the steering wheel and put it on the back of her head. He didn't apply much pressure, but Austin had put a hand on the back of Avery's head while she sucked his cock so Henry wanted to do the same.

Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as Henry drove home. She sucked and stroked and she probably could have made him cum in her mouth with ease, so he assumed she was purposefully holding off to ensure he didn't cum before they had sex.

As he pulled into the garage, Avery lifted her head from his lap and wiped the saliva from her lips. He put the car in park and leaned over to kiss her. He lured her tongue into his mouth. He let his hand move into the top of her dress and grasped one of her breasts. He squeezed it a little rougher than usual, but Avery moaned. She moaned and her tongue moved deeper into his mouth.

"I have to have you," he said, again echoing his friend's words. "I have to fuck you, Avery."

She smiled and he wondered if she was thinking about Austin, if she remembered that he'd said those exact words that afternoon. "Then let's go inside," she said.

Henry tapped the button to shut the garage door and got out with his cock still protruding from his pants. Lust coursed through his body as he stepped in front of the car, stopping Avery in her tracks.

He glanced at the garage door, confirmed it was shut, and then pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. He reached into her bra and found her nipple. He worked it gently with his fingers and kissed her neck. Avery's hand moved to the back of his head and she found his cock, too.

Henry grabbed his wife's ass, lifted her, and put her on the hood of the car. He yanked her panties off, pulled her ass closer, and then plunged inside her. He put her legs on his shoulders, gripped them for leverage, and fucked her furiously.

"Oh, fuck, Henry...baby...fuck me!" she cried out.

He fucked his wife on the hood of their car. He fucked her hard. He fucked her exceptionally hard. The whole time, thoughts of Austin fucking her ran through his head. He saw their bodies in the bed. He saw them having sex in every position. He heard them moaning. He heard them declaring their desire for each other. For some reason it filled him with an unexpected kind of lust and power. He fucked Avery like he was taking her pussy back from his friend, like he was making it his all over again.

"Baby...that feels so fucking good!"

"Yeah? You like it when I fuck you hard?" he asked.

Avery closed her eyes and nodded. Austin had asked her that question earlier that day. She hadn't answered. She'd just moaned. She'd moaned while he pounded her married pussy.

"Cum for me," he said. "Cum on my cock."

Avery opened her eyes. She stared at him. Her lips parted. Henry was certain she was thinking of Austin. She had to have been thinking of him. He'd uttered those commands just a handful of hours ago. He'd been inside her and told her to cum and now it was happening again.

To Henry's delight, Avery came. She came hard, too. Hard enough that her legs trembled wildly. Hard enough that he felt her pussy get wetter. Hard enough that she let her head fall to the car's hood and rolled it from side to side while smiling brightly.

Henry remained inside his wife while giving her a little time to recover. Then he leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned while shifting her hips, seemingly in the hope of getting him to keep fucking her.

Henry pulled out, grabbed her hand, and pulled Avery to her feet. He kissed her as she stroked his cock. Then he spun her around and bent her over the hood of the car. She looked back with fiery delight in her eyes. He flipped up her dress. He slipped inside her. He grabbed her hips and he fucked her hard.

Austin had fucked her from behind. She'd been on her hands and knees in their bed. Henry was fucking her from behind while she was bent over the car. He was the second man to fuck her doggystyle that day. That notion thrilled him, as did the idea that he would be the last man to fuck her that day, doggystyle or not.

"Cum in me, Henry," Avery said as she looked back at him with a smile on her face. "Cum in my pussy."

She hadn't said that to Austin, and for some reason that thrilled Henry. It wasn't long before he gave her what she wanted, before his cock was buried inside her and his load was flooding her pussy.

Henry leaned forward and Avery looked back and kissed him as his cock still pulsed in her pussy.

"That was exceptional," she said.

"It really was," he replied.

He pulled out and zipped up as she grabbed her panties from a shelf they'd landed on and stepped into them.

"Thank you for tonight," he said. "I had a great time."

She kissed him softly and ran her fingers through his hair in the way he loved. "Me too, and the whole night was my pleasure. Though I will say that I was especially fond of the way you fucked me."

"Yeah?"

Avery playfully bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind and I'll be sure to fuck you like that again."

She kissed him with a kind of hunger that made Henry think she'd be up for getting fucked again that night. He ran his hand down her stomach and under her dress. He rubbed her pussy through her wet panties and she smiled and moaned softly.

Then, feeling confident and emboldened, Henry slipped his fingers into her panties and between her labia. He kissed Avery while fingering her in the garage and then pulled his hand free, lifted his fingers, and pressed them into her mouth.

For a moment her eyes went wide with surprise. Henry smiled at his ability to surprise his wife by shoving his cum-soaked fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean, though, and moaned while doing it. He kissed her neck and sucked on it a little and she moaned even louder.

He was definitely going to fuck her again that night. It might not even take long before it happened. First, though, they'd go inside and have a drink. They'd fool around a little. Then they'd fuck again.

---

Most of Monday had gone by without anything happening at home. Just a few instances of Avery coming into the bedroom alone.

That changed at 4 p.m. when she rushed into the bedroom, stripped, and changed into a far sexier bra and panty set than the one she'd worn for working at home. She rushed into the bathroom and emerged ten minutes later having freshened up her hair and face.

Henry watched on his iPad and he presumed that Austin had sent a last minute text asking if he could come over. Avery had clearly accepted his invitation.

Then, Henry saw nothing. He heard something, though. He heard the sounds of sex. The moans of pleasure. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh. He saw nothing, though, and he assumed that was because they were fucking on the couch.

Avery returned to the bedroom forty five minutes after she'd left wearing the same bra and panties. Her hair was messy. Her makeup seemed messy, too. She had a smile on her face, though. A big, bright smile.

She reached back to unhook the bra and then seemed to think better of it. She stepped in front of the mirror on the back of the closet door, looked herself over, and smiled. She didn't end up changing. Instead, she put on a light, off-the-shoulder sweater and a pair of leggings. It was a casual look, but it was also astoundingly sexy to Henry.

He smiled. Avery knew he'd find that look sexy and she knew he was coming home soon so she was dressing for him. He wondered if she was thinking about their night out. About how he'd fucked her over the hood of the car on the same day she'd cheated with Austin.

A knock on Henry's door interrupted his thoughts. Mary - his favorite coworker and one of the few truly competent people in the office - popped her head in.

"Mary, what can I do for you?" he asked with a smile.

She stepped into the office and returned his smile before gently brushing her hair behind her ear. "I know it's a Monday, but some of us are going out for drinks after work. Well, just one drink, I suppose. I just wanted to see if you were interested in joining us."

There was something about her posture and the manner of her speech that made Henry feel like he was being asked on a date. Plus, the brushing of the hair behind her ear seemed like a telltale signal of interest.

Henry thought of his wife and her affair. He wouldn't normally have accepted Mary's offer, but his marriage was different now. "I'd love to," he said.

She looked more excited than she should have been for something as simple as coworkers getting a drink. "Great. Great. We're going to the bar right down the street."

"I know the one," he said. "Are you going now?" She nodded and Henry said, "Great, let me just close things up here and I'll head over there."

Mary smiled and stepped out of his office. Henry picked up his phone and texted his wife to let her know that he'd been invited to get a drink after work and that he'd be a little late coming home. He offered to pick up food for dinner, too and she told him she'd love it if he brought home Thai food.

Henry shut off his iPad, booted down his computer, grabbed his bag, and headed for the bar.

---

"You know, there's something different about you," Mary said as she ran her finger over the rim of her glass.

They were sitting at a high top table. Some of their coworkers had already left and those remaining had broken off into smaller groups.

"Different?" he asked.

"Yeah. The past handful of work days. You seem more...I don't know, confident. I mean, you've always seemed confident, but something seems different."

He was surprised to watch Mary gently bite her lower lip in a decidedly suggestive fashion.

"It makes you more attractive."

Henry didn't think of himself as more confident, but he knew what Mary was talking about. Watching his wife cheat on him had changed Henry, though not in the way it changed most men. It didn't make him feel weaker. It didn't make him feel pathetic. It turned him on. It filled him with a different kind of confidence, too. Never in his life had he fucked his wife on the hood of the car, and yet he'd done it the previous week. Hell, he'd never put his hand on the back of her head during a blowjob, but he'd done that, too.

The question was - in that moment in the bar - whether or not he wanted to pursue something with Mary. He could have been reading her wrong, but she seemed eager - he was pretty sure she'd loosened a few buttons on her blouse when he went to the bathroom - and he wasn't exactly bound by his vows anymore.

"You want to know the truth?" he asked.

Mary nodded.

"My wife cheated on me. Is having an affair, in fact."

Mary reached out and grabbed his hand in a supportive nature. "I'm so sorry."

He squeezed her hand and smiled. "Honestly, it's okay. Something about it...I don't know, it changed me. It made me different, like you said. It was kind of freeing, to be honest. Though not in a 'I'm free of my marriage' kind of way."

He took a deep breath and she leaned in and said, "Whatever it is, you can talk to me."

She really liked him. Henry could see that. He'd missed it before, but he could see it now. The fact that she was still holding his hand was further proof of that. "Well, I'm not sure you're ready for this, but it kind of, sort of turned me on. I saw it. I saw her with him. I saw them...I saw them having sex, and it turned me on."

It felt so much better than he'd expected to be able to tell someone. The moment he said it, though, he was worried he'd scare Mary off, that she'd call him disgusting or weird or take her drink and go hand out with their other coworkers.

Instead, she leaned in. "Really? You have to tell me everything. First, how did you see it?"

"I suspected she was cheating. I found signs, like a condom wrapper under the bed. Every time I brought something up, though, she made an excuse. She said the condom wrapper was probably there from way back when we still used condoms."

"You didn't believe that, right?"

Henry shook his head. "I didn't. So I...I set up a hidden camera in the bedroom. I mean, I know that's crazy, but I did it. And a few days later I saw her having sex with someone else."

Mary leaned back. "That day I came into your office. You were so distracted. Were you watching?"

Henry was surprised at how observant she was. "I was. I was also quite...excited. I couldn't really think straight."

"Can I watch?" she asked. Then, just as quickly she covered her mouth for a moment and said, "Shit, I'm sorry. That's so inappropriate. Forget I said that."

Henry laughed. "I mean, honestly, that sounds like it would be amazing. I could text you the next time they fuck while I'm at work. The feed goes right to my iPad. You could come to my office and we could watch together."

Some part of Henry understood that it was insane to be inviting Mary to watch as his wife and best friend had sex. It was also insane to be turned on by the fact that his wife and best friend were having sex, though, so Henry was unafraid of a little bit of insanity.

"I have to say, I'm really excited."

He smiled. "Me too. I know it's a little crazy, but I don't really care."

She threw back the rest of her drink. "I don't care either." Mary smiled. "How would you feel about making out with me? Maybe playing with my tits a little bit?"

"Here?"

She shook her head. "In my car. The back windows are tinted. We can kiss. You can feel me up. I might stroke your dick a little. Nothing heavy. Not yet."

His cock stirred to life. He couldn't say no. "Let's do it."

He paid his tab as Mary went to the bathroom and then headed to the parking lot. He too went to the bathroom - mostly so it didn't look like they were leaving together - and then said goodbye to his remaining coworkers and headed to the parking lot.

Henry opened the back door to her car and saw that Mary had already unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts looked spectacular in a lace bra - he liked that she wore that kind of underwear to work - and their lips met moments after he got in and shut the door.

---

"Is that perfume?" Avery asked mere moments after greeting Henry at the door with a soft kiss.

"Probably. I hugged a few of my coworkers after the drinks. Quick hugs, you know. Nothing unprofessional."

That wasn't true, of course. He'd done a great deal more than hug Mary. They'd spent a solid ten minutes fooling around in her car and he'd left with a hell of an erection and the scent of her perfume all over him. The thing was, he didn't care. If Avery called him out on it he could call her out on cheating on him and they could have the fight they probably needed to have at some point.

She didn't call him out, though. She was clearly suspicious, though Henry was also quite certain he saw her lips curl into something of a smile as she assessed him. Then he lifted the bag holding their takeout and they headed for the kitchen to put it on plates.

Dinner was peppered with questions about which coworkers he had drinks with. Henry wasn't shy about mentioning Mary - Avery had met her and likely remembered how pretty she was - and he felt no small amount of delight in the jealousy that flashed across her face as he talked about how Mary seemed likely to rise up the company ranks due to her skill and obvious intelligence.

"How about a glass of wine?" Henry asked after they'd cleared away their dinner plates. "We could sit on the couch and watch a little TV, or even a movie, perhaps?"

Avery smiled and opened a bottle of wine. She poured it and they cuddled up together on the couch. The movie started and Henry felt her lips against his neck. He wondered if she could smell Mary on his neck. He'd wiped himself down with napkins and a bit of spit - he didn't want to be too obvious - but her lips had spent some time on his neck in the car it was possible that Avery knew.

"You look really hot, by the way," he said during a quiet moment in the movie.

Avery laughed and then smiled brightly. "You already mentioned that. Several times, in fact. Thank you, though."

Henry wondered if Austin had told Avery that she looked hot while they were fucking. He wondered if they'd fucked in the same spot Henry was sitting in. He wondered if his wife had cum on another man's cock in that same spot on the couch. He wondered if his wife had made another man cum right there. He wondered if Austin's naked ass had been sitting where Henry was sitting or if Avery had let him have her missionary or from behind.

"I like that you can be turned on by casual clothes," she said.

Henry turned to see her looking at him with hunger in her eyes. It had only been a handful of hours ago that she'd had another man's cock inside her, and yet she very much seemed like she wanted him.

He set his wine glass down and she did the same. They kissed as he ran his hand under her sweater. He grasped her breast in the same bra that Austin had grasped them in. He thought of his friend playing with his wife's tits and his cock got hard as a rock.

Henry pulled her sweater off and tossed it aside. She unhooked her bra and he attached his lips to one of her breasts. He sucked on her nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth while she held his head and filled their living room with beautiful moans.

Avery straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt. She yanked his undershirt off. She ran her fingers over his chest and he played with her tits while they kissed.

She got off the couch and peeled off her leggings. The panties - the same panties Austin had seen on her - came next. Henry stared at her pussy for a moment and was completely overwhelmed by a desire to taste her. He knew she hadn't showered since she'd fucked Austin. He knew she'd kept the same panties on, trapping the scents and wetness of the sex she'd had with another man.

Avery moved to straddle him but Henry stopped her, stood, and picked up his wife with little effort. She made a surprised noise and then wrapped her legs around him and kissed him deeply.

He set her on the couch, dropped to his knees, and pressed his face between her legs. His tongue slipped inside her pussy and she moaned and put a hand on the back of his head.

"Fuck, Avery, you taste so fucking good," he said.

She did taste a little different. There was the faint hint of latex and something that might have been sweat. It might have just been the taste of sex, too, especially if you get fucked and don't shower. Whatever it was, Henry's cock was hard and he genuinely felt like she tasted fucking good.

Avery responded by moaning and putting two hands on the back of his head. "Eat my pussy, baby," she said with pure, perfect lust in her voice. "Eat my pussy!"

Henry devoured her pussy. He probed deep inside her and tended to her clit. He licked and sucked and moaned and he had her moaning while she played with her tits. He was high on the pleasure of it all and he couldn't help but hope that Avery was getting off on him eating her pussy so soon after another man had fucked her.

It wasn't until she seemed to be right on the verge of an orgasm that Henry pulled back, stripped off his pants, and climbed on top of her. He plunged his cock into her wet, waiting pussy and he fucked her hard. He fucked with long, deep, powerful thrusts. He made her grunt each time he bottomed out inside her.

At one point Henry pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and played with her perky tits with the other. He wasn't as gentle as he could have been, either. All of it seemed to arouse Avery, though, and it wasn't long before she was ready to cum.

"Cum in me. Please, Henry, baby, cum in me! Please, cum in my pussy!"

Henry fucked her hard and fast and then buried his cock in his wife and came inside her on the same couch where she'd fucked her lover. He couldn't help but hope that he'd fucked her better than Austin had, though he admitted there was a chance Austin was better than him at satisfying Avery.

"I'm cumming!" Avery screamed.

He let her wrists go and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as her body vibrated with pleasure and her moans filled the air.

"That was...Henry, that was incredible," she said.

"It really was," he replied with a soft laugh. "It really, really was."

It had been a hell of a night. The most exciting night Henry could remember having in years.

Even better, it seemed like things might get even more exciting in the coming weeks.