[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
Before I left for the airport, I opened my "Holly-cam" app, and switched it from sending its video files to my laptop, and made it send them to the cloud, where I could retrieve them in the middle of the Pacific.
At the boarding-gate I got a call from my boss, telling me that I would be met at the island's little puddle-jumper airport by a woman named Lana, who was our customer's trouble-shooting counterpart to me.
"I understand that she's a cute little Polynesian thing," he told me, "but she's a lesbian, so don't bother wasting your time trying to get anything going with her."
"Don't worry about that," I replied. "I don't fool around. I'm happily married to an awesome woman who satisfies my every need, and I want to keep it that way."
"You might be gone for a long time," he cautioned in his usual lecherous way. "A man has needs."
"Don't worry about me," I said. "I've got the situation in hand."
He laughed, and said, "Well, I hope you can get good Internet-porn out there."
If he only knew!
***
After a layover in Hawaii, it was nearly midnight when I landed on the island that wouldn't be a dot on most maps. Inside the little terminal, a young Polynesian woman waited.
"Lana?" I asked.
She pronounced her whole name—which was probably 12 or 14 letters—and added with a smile, "That's why I go by Lana."
She was probably in her early thirties, exotic looking with a dark complexion, huge brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide, almost ever-present, smile. She stood about five-three, had medium sized breasts, narrow hips, and a compact, but nice round butt. If I wasn't married—and if she wasn't gay—I could have been really interested in her.
She drove us out to the site, and we got right to work. She turned out to be an absolute joy to work with. She was intelligent, knew how to trouble-shoot code, and had a great sense of humor.
We worked non-stop for the next nine hours, and finally figured out a work-around for the problem that had taken the system offline. The quick-fix was a kluge, at best, but with the tracker up and running, we were able to take a break to get some sleep. It would turn out that the permanent changes we would eventually make would take more than two weeks to fully implement and test.
***
In my motel room in the little village, I checked the cloud for saved videos from my Holly-cam. There were 132! I knew that most of those were going to be "walk-bys," and I was too exhausted to go through them to try to sort them out—or to jerk off if I had found a good one, anyway. I stripped, and crawled under the sheet on the big king-size bed.
In the shower the next morning, it occurred to me that I could quickly and easily sort my Holly-cam videos by file-size. A walk-by would be fairly short, where a good jilling off session would likely be pretty long,—at least I hoped so.
Out of the now-187 files, I found only one that looked like it would be a good candidate. Still naked, I started playing it, fast-forwarded a bit, and confirmed that it was my sexy wife walking over to our bed, naked. The timestamp showed it was about nine in the morning, yesterday, her time, so she probably wasn't going to bed.
My cock started to enlarge, but I shut down the video before things got out of hand—or into hand, as it were. I had to meet Lana for breakfast, and I wanted to call Holly before that. The Holly-cam video would have to wait for tonight when I could give it my full attention.
At seven o'clock for me, out in the pacific, it was noon for Holly back in Florida. We had a good conversation during her lunch break at work, where I told her about what the island was like, the progress we'd made already, and about Lana.
Holly, however trusting by nature, was probably not entirely un-happy when I told her that the attractive woman I was working side by side with was a lesbian. She asked me to send a picture of us together, which I did, later on.
The day's work went quite well, and we were back in our respective motel rooms after a simple dinner, by nine at night.
As I waited for my laptop to boot up, I stripped out of my clothes, and then sat down at the little desk in the room, with a handful of tissues within easy reach.
I navigated to the cloud, and found that there were a bunch more Holly-cam files. As usual, most were small in size, and I deleted those. But, along with the one I'd previewed this morning, there was another huge file. It was many times the file-size of the first one!
At first, that excited me, but then I wondered if I was going to be watching a boring video of my wife changing the sheets on the bed. The timestamp showed it to have been recorded at a little after four in the evening, Holly's time, on Saturday.
I opened it, and was pleased to see my gorgeous wife walking past the camera wearing her short robe over what I guessed was her naked body. She went to the dresser, and then carried several of her toys over to the nightstand beside the bed. I could see that she had also taken out a bottle of lube. My dick started growing quickly, as I imagined the marathon jill off session that I had captured!
But I decided to take things in order, and I went back to watch the earlier video, first.
Gently stroking my dick, I watched Holly walk into the bedroom, completely naked. Had she been in her office, watching porn on her laptop? I couldn't know, of course, but something had obviously gotten her ready for a jill-off session, and that's all that mattered to me, at the moment.
She walked to the bed, turned and sat on the edge. I was a little disappointed that I didn't see any of her toys around. Maybe this was just going to be a quickie, I thought.
She sat side-to the camera, so I wasn't getting a good pussy shot, but I could see her slide her hand between her legs, and start rubbing gently. From her hand motions I could tell when she began running her fingers up and down her slit, and it was obvious when she started to concentrate on her clit, from both her hand motions, and the look on her face.
As she began finger-fucking her pussy with one hand, she started to squeeze her tit with the other. Fortunately, it was the tit closer to the camera, so I could see her puffy nipple bulging as she dug her fingers into the mound that I knew so well.
When she slid her fingers and thumb outward onto her nipple and began to pull on it, she laid herself over backwards onto the bed, raised her feet up onto the edge, and with her legs spread wide, she picked up the pace of the hand-fuck she was giving her cunt.
I couldn't actually see the finger-in-pussy action, but she picked up speed quickly, and as she pulled on her nipple she arched her back, and with her head thrown back and her mouth open, I could tell she was getting ready to cum.
This really
was
a quickie! Something obviously had her pussy already on fire when she walked into the room.
I was slowly stroking my rigid cock, using its pre-cum for lube, as I watched Holly getting herself off using only her two hands. As hot as the scene was, it was obvious it was obvious it was not going to last long, so I didn't want to start jerking off in earnest. I figured I would wait for the other, longer, video for that.
On screen, Holly let out a little squeal, clamped her legs tightly together over her hand, and brought herself to orgasm. A short while later, she slid off the bed, and headed into the bathroom.
It hadn't been the best jerk-off material I had ever watched, but that it was my own, lovely, sexy wife acting completely natural while I secretly "spied" on her pushed my voyeur button perfectly. I could easily have gotten off watching that clip if I hadn't been expecting and saving myself for much bigger things from the next one.
I wiped the pre-cum from my hand, navigated to the big video and clicked play.
I decided not to begin stroking my stiff cock, right away. I always like the feeling of my pre-cum bubbling up through my pee hole all by itself, and I had the feeling that, with the length of this video, I was going to want to pace myself, anyway.
I watched, again, as Holly set her collection of toys on the nightstand. She then turned, and obviously looking in the mirror directly below the camera, she untied her robe and let it fall open. As expected—and hoped for—she was naked underneath.
She cupped her beautiful bare tits as she watched her reflection, and then began to gently rub her puffed-up nipples with her fingertips.
My dick did one of its involuntary spasms, and I felt a bubble of pre-cum travel up through its length and ooze out onto my cock-head. I just let it drip off onto my leg, not wanting to touch my cock, just yet.
As I watched my awesome wife playing with her tits, facing right at me, I suddenly heard our doorbell ring in the video.
I assumed—hoped—she would just ignore it, but instead, she tied the robe back around herself, and walked out of the bedroom. It surprised me more than a little that she was going out to answer the door wearing just her short robe over her naked body.
Through the speakers I could hear the door open, and then I could hear voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the other voice appeared to be another woman's.
As my dick began to wilt at the interruption, Holly walked back into the bedroom, probably just in time to prevent the camera from turning off for lack of motion.
Right behind her, her friend Sandy walked into the room!
Sandy was wearing a light thigh-length raincoat, and she was carrying a big purse. She looked over at Holly's toys on the nightstand, and said, "I brought my collection, too." She then tossed her purse onto the bed, took Holly in her arms, and kissed her passionately.
"Holy shit!" I said out loud. My cock snapped right back to full attention!
If my bloodstream wasn't already half filled with testosterone, my mind might have grappled with questions like, How long had this been going on? Was Holly turning lesbian? Was I in danger of losing her? Was this "cheating" if it was with another woman?
My libido easily won the battle with my intellect as I stared at the screen, and watched Holly untie the belt around Sandy's waist, open her raincoat, and then push it off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor, leaving Sandy standing in front of her wearing only a white shelf bra that held her larger-than-Holly's tits up and proud, and a white garter belt that held up a pair of dark stockings. The stockings terminated in a pair of black high heels that made the otherwise-shorter Sandy about an inch taller than my wife.
