The Unexpected Thrill of Spying On His Wife - Part 1

Henry felt bad when he installed the hidden camera in their bedroom. He felt terrible, even. It was such an underhanded thing to do.

He told himself he had reason to install it, though. Avery was cheating on him. He was certain of it.

On multiple occasions Henry had come home from work to find his side of the bed - which he'd made before leaving for work that morning - was messy and rumpled like someone had been in it. He asked Avery about it and she'd either say that she took a nap or that Henry hadn't actually made the bed that morning, that he'd just thought he had.

Henry's suspicions made him more observant. He noticed that on days where the bed was rumpled - or where it had clearly been re-made in a far messier manner, which was how Avery made it - that his wife's panties were messier. He felt weird for searching through her dirty clothes at night, and yet there was no mistaking that something was in her panties that wasn't there on other days. He suspected it was simply the excess wetness caused by a wealth of arousal, but he couldn't confirm.

There was also the fact that Avery seemed to be in a better mood since the suspected cheating had begun. She'd started working out again, too, making regular trips to the gym and doing so in increasingly tight and skimpy leggings and tops.

All of that was speculative, though. It was the discovery of a condom wrapper under the bed that made Henry absolutely certain his wife was cheating on him. Unless someone else was sneaking into their house to fuck, there was no other explanation for the condom.

Avery had denied it, though. He'd showed her the wrapper and she'd laughed and told him it had probably been under the bed since before they'd stopped using condoms. That had occurred nearly seven years ago and Henry found it impossible to believe that one of their condom wrappers had been hiding under the bed for damn near a decade.

That's when he turned to the hidden camera. He could have simply walked out on Avery, but Henry needed proof before he did that. Maybe the discovery of the condom would lead Avery to change her cheating habit and fuck elsewhere, but Henry had to at least try and discover her.

So he installed a hidden camera pointed at the bed. It captured audio and video and he'd paired it with a receiver that would broadcast over their wifi and to his iPad, which he brought with him to work every day. If there was movement in the bedroom his iPad would get an alert and he could tap the screen and bring up the feed to see if his wife was, in fact, cheating on him.

The first few days of observation proved uneventful. Avery worked from home and she was in and out of the bedroom with greater frequency than Henry imagined, but she was always alone and she was usually just heading to the bathroom. Sometimes she'd be in and out of the bedroom so quick that Henry couldn't bring up the video feed quick enough to see her.

The third day was different, though. A little after 1 p.m. Avery entered the bedroom and looked at herself in the floor length mirror that hung on the back of their closet door. She pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail she usually wore while working and ran her fingers through it. Then she took her t-shirt off and cupped her breasts. Henry felt odd as he watched his wife in what should have been a very private moment, and yet his absolute certainty that he was being cheated on helped him keep his resolve to watch her via the video feed.

Avery left her t-shirt on the ground and stepped into the bathroom, disappearing from view. She remained in the bathroom for nearly ninety minutes. Henry kept the feed active the entire time but all he managed to see was a bit of steam escaping the bathroom, making it obvious she was showering in that time.

Eventually Avery emerged. She was naked and she'd very clearly done her hair and makeup in a far sexier fashion than would have been necessary for work, even for a Zoom meeting. Henry's heart began to pound in his chest. His wife was getting ready to receive her lover. That's why she'd showered and done her hair and makeup like that.

Avery pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and rummaged through her underwear. She reached into the back, lifted a pile of panties, and pulled out a delicate-looking bra and panty set. Henry was certain he'd never seen it before. Avery had bought lingerie specifically to wear for another man and that she’d made an effort to hide.

Henry sat in his cubicle with his iPad in front of him and watched as his wife changed into the bra and panties. She stepped in front of the mirror and smiled. Henry didn't have a perfect view, but he could tell that Avery looked incredible.

He told himself that her beauty was why his cock had stirred to life. There was no other possible explanation, after all.

Avery went back to her dresser and pulled out a garter belt and a pair of stockings. She put on the belt and then sat on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the stockings up her legs.

Henry's cock stirred once again. It stirred to such a degree that he could feel it growing as he stared at the hidden camera video feed from his bedroom. As he watched his wife put on lingerie for another man.

When she'd finished putting on the stockings Avery stepped into the closet and quickly emerged wearing a pair of strappy heels that made her legs look incredible. She then walked into the bathroom and was gone for a few minutes before emerging. At first Henry was certain she looked the same, but then he noticed her lips were darker. She'd gone to the bathroom to finish her look by putting on lipstick.

Henry wondered if her lover enjoyed lipstick. He wondered if Avery liked leaving a ring of it on her lover's cock when she went down on him. He wondered if he was about to watch his wife give someone else a blowjob in the bedroom they'd shared for nearly a decade.

He ignored the fact that his cock had continued to grow, that arousal now emanated from between his legs, that something was going on inside him that he didn't understand and didn't really want to confront.

Once she'd finished getting ready, Avery left the bedroom. Henry stared at the static video of his bedroom and wondered when Avery could be coming back and who'd be coming with her.

"Hey, Henry."

He jumped, dropped his iPad, and turned to see his coworker Mary standing in his doorway.

"Sorry. Sorry," she said with a smile and a soft chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you."

He laughed. "You really got me. Damn."

"I just wanted to check in to make sure you're ready for the conference call today. Is there anything you need from me?"

He shook his head. There was a chance Henry needed something, but he couldn't think clearly. He couldn't really think at all. In the moment he was hoping that Mary wouldn't come into his office, that she wouldn't see that he was nursing half an erection that was making a bulge in his pants, that she wouldn't see his iPad and perhaps surmise that he was doing some seriously creepy shit.

Thankfully, none of that happened. "Okay. Well, let me know if you think of anything you might need."

"Of course. I will. And thanks for stopping in."

Mary smiled and shut the door and Henry grabbed his iPad and set it on his desk once more. The screen was still static so he decided to connect to his Airpods to see if he could hear anything.

At first he heard nothing. Fifteen minutes passed where absolutely nothing happened outside of the occasional sound of Avery's heels on a hardwood floor.

Then the doorbell rang. Henry's heart skipped a beat and his pulse immediately quickened. His balls tingled a little and for some reason his cock came to life once more. He stared at the screen and listened intently as the rest of the world dropped away.

Henry heard the sound of footsteps, of Avery's heels in the hallway. She stepped into the room. Someone came in behind her.

Avery stopped, turned, and kissed him. Their faces weren't yet captured by the hidden camera. Henry could hear them kissing, though. He could see the guy's hands moving down Avery's back and grabbing her ass. He could hear his wife moan as another man groped her.

"I missed you," Avery said. "My pussy missed you."

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed as he turned and pressed her against the wall. Henry saw the other man's hand grasp Avery's breast, eliciting a moan that was muffled by his lips and tongue.

"I'm so wet for you," she said. "And I can feel that you're so hard for me. Did you miss me too? Did you miss my tight, married pussy?"

Henry's cock jumped. His balls tingled. Arousal coursed through him. He tried to ignore it, but it was damn near impossible. He was confused. He was enraptured, though, so he didn't move from his seat and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen.

"Yes, I missed your tight, married pussy," the guy said. "I missed how good it feels to fuck you."

They kissed fiercely and the guy put Avery down. She undressed him, doing so with fervor. She tossed his shirt aside and leaned in to kiss his neck and chest while removing his pants. He stepped out of his shoes and kicked them aside right before his jeans fell to the floor. Avery stroked him through his underwear.

"God I love your cock," Avery said.

Henry's dick was hard as a rock. He couldn't understand it. He couldn't begin to comprehend why he was so turned on while watching his wife cheat on him. He hated it, but it was undeniable.

Avery pulled the guy's underwear down and fell to her knees. Henry leaned closer and his heart pounded as he watched his wife wrap her fingers around another man's impressively large cock and look up at him.

"Can I suck your cock?" she asked.

She was being playful, at least based on the look on her face. The guy didn't say anything, but Henry imagined he must have nodded because Avery then took the cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," the guy in Henry's bedroom said. "Avery...fuck...that feels so good."

Henry watched his wife give a blowjob. A great blowjob, too. She was passionate about it. She worked her lover's cock with the kind of lust Henry hadn't experienced in a long time.

Henry's dick was still hard, but there was something painful about watching Avery give this other man the kind of blowjob she hadn't given Henry in a long time. Some part of him understood that blowjobs tended to go away in a marriage, but that didn't lessen the surprisingly sharp pain of watching Avery so eagerly offer that pleasure to someone else.

"Do you like it when I suck your cock, baby?"

"Fuck yes," the guy answered before moaning as Avery took him in her mouth once more.

"Yeah? Do you like it when I'm a good little cocksucker for you?"

Henry had never heard his wife talk like that. Not once in his life. For some reason, it turned him on. It made his dick throb so hard it hurt a little in the confines of his underwear.

Henry reached down to adjust his cock and was struck by a wave of pleasure. He was more sensitive than usual. Even a little touch felt incredible. He looked towards his office door and quickly got up to lock it. He didn't want anyone walking in on him when he was nursing such a stiff erection.

"I fucking love when you're a good little cocksucker for me," the guy said as he put a hand on the back of Avery's head.

She let her hands fall to her sides and he began to slowly fuck her mouth. She looked up at him the entire time, too, and it seemed to Henry that she actually enjoyed a gentle mouth fucking, at least based on the way she was moaning and playing with her pussy while it happened.

It seemed to Henry that he was watching an entirely different version of his wife. He wasn't familiar with the woman on her knees in their bedroom. She was different and she was incredibly sexy.

"Will you fuck me?" she asked. "Will you fuck me in the bed I share with my husband?"

The guy stroked his dick in front of Avery's face and said, "You know I love fucking you in the bed you share with Henry. You know I love pounding your married pussy on his side of the bed."

Henry's hand moved between his legs. He stroked his cock through his slacks. He didn't even think about it. He just did it. He did it because it felt so good.

Avery stood and went to her dresser. She pulled a box of condoms from the very back of the top drawer and removed one. She tore it open and rolled it down her lover's cock while his face remained just out of view.

Avery crawled into their bed and rolled onto her back. She spread her legs and the guy moved into the bed with her. Henry caught a glimpse of the side of his face but he didn't recognize the guy from that brief exposure.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Henry was turned on by the desperation in her voice. He hadn't heard that from his wife in so long, and yet she still felt it for the right man. For the man in their bed. For the man about to slide his cock into her pussy.

From the camera's position Henry could see his wife reach down and guide her lover's cock inside her. He could see the cock fill her. He could see her legs wrap around the man now inside her. He could see them fucking. He could see just a hint of Avery's face, too, and he saw just how much she enjoyed having the rather sizable cock pumping in and out of her.

"Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!"

The sex was hard and fast. Avery moaned throughout, peppering in a few dirty words about how good his dick felt. Henry rubbed his cock through his pants as he stared at the iPad screen and watched his wife cheat on him.

As the pace of the sex increased, Henry increased the pace of his stroking. He was lost in the arousal that had enveloped him despite his desire to be nothing but angry about his wife cheating on him.

"Fuck me harder!"

The guy moaned. He fucked Avery harder. She moaned even louder. Henry stroked himself as he watched his wife cheat on him and do so on the side of the bed he slept on.

"I'm cumming!" Avery cried out.

The guy fucked her harder for a few seconds and then buried his dick in her pussy and unleashed a wild array of grunts and groans. Avery held him tight and Henry saw the look of bliss on her face. Bliss that she was cumming. Bliss that the man inside her was cumming. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

Henry came. He lost himself in it and he came in his pants. He stroked himself to an orgasm without thinking about it. He came while his wife and her lover were cumming. He made a huge mess in his pants but he experienced an orgasm that was far more powerful than any he'd had in recent years. An orgasm that left his body shaking. An orgasm that stunned him as it unfolded.

"God, Austin, you make me cum so hard every single time you fuck me," Avery said.

Henry felt a sense of dread wash over him as the guy pulled out and rolled onto his back. Avery turned and kissed him on the cheek as she cuddled closer, pressing her lingerie clad body against his.

Henry stared at the guy. At Austin. At his best friend. At the best man at their wedding.

"Will you stay a little longer and fuck me again?" Avery asked.

Austin turned and kissed her softly. "You know I will."

She couldn't have been happier. Henry was crestfallen. He ignored the little twinge in the back of his brain. The twinge of arousal. The twinge that made him want to watch when they found the energy to fuck again.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

Austin nodded.

Avery sat up and rested a hand on his chest. "I'll make you something to eat. Come on."

She kissed him and crawled out of the bed. Austin got up, pulled the condom off, and stepped into the bathroom, presumably to dispose of it. Then he put on his underwear and walked out of the room.

Henry sat back with a mess of cum in his pants and a wealth of emotions swirling through his head. He was angry. He was a little bit heartbroken. He was confused. He was curious. He was, somehow, still a little bit horny, too.

He grabbed a handful of tissues, took off his pants, and tried to clean up the mess as best as he could. He went to the bathroom to dispose of everything and wash up between his legs. He returned to his office and brought up the video feed once more. There was no one in the bedroom, but Henry thought of what he'd witnessed, of what he'd felt while he watched Avery cheat on him with his best friend.

He considered going home and walking in on them, of starting a huge fight that would end his marriage and his friendship. That was the normal thing to do.

Henry tossed that consideration aside pretty quickly. Instead, he chose to do nothing. He chose to wait and watch if they fucked again. He chose to keep the hidden camera in his bedroom to watch in the future. He chose to explore the intense sense of arousal he'd felt while watching his wife have sex with another man. He chose to try something bold and new and probably very stupid and destructive. He chose to get a little wild and crazy, just like his wife had done.

Time would tell if that was a good decision or the beginning of a disastrous sequence of events.