Peter Greene, having returned from traveling to visit his daughter at college and discovering that Alison was not only aware of the surveillance camera he had placed in her room, but had actually performed for it, was now back home.
For the first time in 18 years, there was nobody in the house except for Peter and his wife Dawn. Peter had hoped that with the new found privacy, their sex life would perk back up to way it used to be.
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Chapter One: Back in the ice box.
Peter's return home after his "business" trip was not the joyous and passionate occasion he had been hoping for. Dawn had greeted him like he had come back from the store instead of returning after a couple of days halfway across the country, and now Peter was on his back in the bed, while next to him Dawn was on her side facing the wall, snoring lightly.
"Should have saved a couple of those tapes from Alison's bedroom," Peter mumbled to himself as he stroked his cock under the sheets.
He had made an attempt when they had gotten into bed, but the hand he had put on her breast was politely but firmly rebuffed, and now he was playing with his dick once more. What made it worse was that the air reeked of pussy. It was like the bed was dripping with it, and the more Peter tried to ignore it the stronger it got.
Maybe Dawn had been playing with herself, Peter wondered. Perhaps she spent the time alone with a giant dildo inside of her, which would explain why she was so disinterested in him. The thought that Dawn may be fucking somebody else had occurred to him, but he had always dismissed it before now.
The camera! Peter straightened up in bed, his eyes going up to where it had stuck it. He had forgotten all about putting it in here, what with all the drama that had gone on during the last week. Who knows? Maybe it had recorded something interesting.
Peter went downstairs and fired up the big screen TV, hoping to find something that had happened in that bedroom that would give him something - anything to jack off with. Dawn dressing or undressing, even shaving her legs or playing with herself would be fine.
The other possibility - that of watching some other man go in there and fucking her - was not something he wanted to see, no matter how shitty the marriage had become. That would be grounds for throwing in the towel, and kicking her ass to the curb.
Peter settled in and watched as the screen revealed what the camera picked up each time the motion detector was activated. After a few minutes, Peter found that Dawn went in and out of the bedroom a lot during the day.
Making the bed, putting away clothes and vacuuming the carpet were all things that needed to be done, but not something that inspired an orgasm. Peter found himself nodding off when Dawn suddenly appeared near the camera.
Dawn was undressing, and when he saw her his cock came back to life. The woman still had it, Peter noted as he looked at the body that was nearly a half century old but was still damn hot. Dawn had only gotten a little thicker in the waist and hips over the years, and while her tits had begun to sag a bit, the full globes were still really nice.
Now Dawn was bringing her hands up to her breasts, and as Peter began to stroke himself harder, Dawn started kneading the doughy globes, her nipples springing to attention as she did. A husband playing with himself while he watched his wife playing with herself?
What a waste, Peter thought, but he found himself stroking harder at the sight which he found strangely erotic, and he was on the verge of cumming when Dawn turned and went over to the bed. After getting something out of the night table drawer - her vibrator - she rolled onto the bed.
"Yeah!" Peter said to the TV, as he watched Dawn turn on the device, and as Peter's enthusiasm became even more intense, Dawn leaned over and turned out the light.
"FUCK!" Peter half-yelled at his wife, who had managed to accidentally do what she had been doing for the last few years, which was to let him down right when he thought things were getting better.
With the movement hidden in the darkness, the camera showed the darkness for a few more seconds, while Peter fumbled for the remote control so he could replay the previous minute or so.
Just as Peter was about to hit the rewind button, the screen brightened. It was daytime, with the sun streaming in through the curtains, and Dawn was walking into the room, heading directly to the bed, and as Peter sat in stunned silence he saw that Dawn was not alone.
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Chapter Two: Movie time,
Peter forced himself to turn off the tape after watching it several times, and when he slipped back into bed next to his wife, he realized how much watching that movie had changed his mind about the woman he had thought he knew.
A cheater. The woman he had lived and loved for all these years had been unfaithful. How many times in the past had I climbed into bed with Dawn, Peter mused, and put my cock - even my tongue - into her pussy right after she had been with somebody else?
As tempted as he was to wake Dawn up and confront her, he decided he would use another approach. After all, a few weeks ago Dawn had suggested he play some adult videos in the bedroom. Peter hadn't owned any besides the ones from their daughter's bedroom, and they certainly would not do.
This would be different though, and imagining seeing his wife's reaction as the screen came alive and showed her infidelity was something that really got his interest.
So Peter managed to keep from saying anything to dawn the next morning, and after work they ate dinner as if nothing happened. When Dawn said that she was tired and was going to turn in earlier than usual, Peter followed her into the bedroom.
They undressed, and after Dawn had returned from the bathroom, Peter was already in bed with the tape in the machine ready to go.
"Thought we could watch a movie," Peter suggested as Dawn came around to her own side of the bed.
"Well, just keep the volume down," Dawn said.
"I thought we could watch it together," Peter said. "You might like it."
"I had kind of a tough day," Dawn said.
"I'll bet you did," Peter said with a grin. "This is pretty good though. It's called "While the Cat's Away". It's kind of a chick flick."
