My wife is cheating on me. How do I know? Well, first off, we've had more sex this past few months than in the last two years combined. You think I'd just be happy with that fact, but it hasn't felt right. It's like she isn't really there, she's not with me in the moment. She's with someone else. And I know who.
You see, ever since I began to suspect, I decided to spy on her. I've set up a bunch of cameras around the house. And I haven't been disappointed.
At first, all I got was videos of her playing with herself. Lots of her going to bed in the middle of the afternoon with her vibrator. They were good videos, I've saved them all. I don't think she ever makes noises like that when she knows someone is listening. She's always been so shy, so prudish. We're not even allowed to have sex with the lights on.
I confess I've jerked off to more than a few of her videos. There was one where she must've been so pent up, so horny, she didn't even wait to get into bed. She just humped her hand and her toy on top of the duvet. It was so hot to watch, I had to play with myself there and then. I timed it perfectly, cumming just as she did. I couldn't match her sheer volume of fluids though. When she got up I saw she'd soaked the entire bed.
But so what? She's masturbating. We all do it. It's hardly a smoking gun for an affair, is it?
Well no, not on its own. At first I just assumed she was going through a change or something, you know, woman stuff. I mean we're at that age. But then I noticed a pattern. Every time she got home and did this, a few times a week, I noticed she was in her gym clothes. It didn't take long for the pattern to emerge. Yes, she played with herself at other times too, but the post-gym workouts were the most intense, the most erotic.
I work away a lot, so we don't always see much of each other. I think it means she's less suspicious of me, so it was easy enough to find some paperwork from her gym informing her that they'd assigned her a regular gym coach. Nathan. There was even a picture of the guy. Twenty, if that, and fit as a fiddle. His bio said he was an aspiring professional tennis player.
If this is who she's seeing then well done her. He's gorgeous. Heaven knows what he sees in her though. She's let herself go this past while. Ever since... Well, ever since it happened. I know it's a big part of why we don't do it so much, why we're less intimate. It was hard on both of us. Her more than me of course, but not exclusively her.
So, anyway. Still not convinced? Well, why not come watch this latest home movie with me? I've seen it already, and I think you'll agree it's conclusive. Priya is fucking Nathan. And boy are they enjoying it. Get your cock ready. Mine is.
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Priya walks backwards into the bedroom, pulling Nathan behind her. She's laughing, he's grinning.
"Your husband is away?" he asks.
"I told you, he's in Stockholm. Relax!"
They embrace, kissing. Priya stands on tip toes to reach, her hands in his hair. He grabs her ass with his hands, making her squeal with delight, then moan deeply into the kiss. Nathan's hands move up her back, tugging at her t-shirt, pulling it from her jeans.
She steps back, tugging at it herself, dragging it over her head and throwing it to the side, leaving her hair in a mess. Nathan takes a moment to look her over, still grinning. He then pushes her back towards the bed, not stopping when her legs hit the frame, toppling her over. She giggles and falls back, big breasts jiggling in their bra, barely contained.
"God I want to taste you so bad," Nathan growls as he crouches between her legs, tugging impatiently at her jeans. She wriggles on the bed, helping him peel them over her wide hips, then down her heavy thighs.
Nathan's hands run up her bare skin and she closes her eyes, arching her back, hands on her chest. He gently loops his fingers under the elastic of her panties, then tugs them down too, the gusset peeling off her crotch, revealing a thick tuft of black hair.
He wastes no time, pushing her legs apart and moving closer, kneeling on the floor as close to the bed as he can. He dives in to her, burying his face in her. The result is instantaneous.
"Oh fuck Nathan! Oh god who's a hungry boy?"
Nathan doesn't reply, he just keeps going, hands now roaming up and down her thighs, fingers digging in to her plump flesh. Priya lies back, one hand over her eyes, the other to her side, gripping the bedclothes, twisting them into a ball in her fist. Her moans of pleasure fill the room, not quite drowning out the slurping noises coming from between her legs.
She lifts them up, bracing herself by her heels on the edge of the mattress. Nathan senses her impatience and pushes her thighs with his hands, helping her lift them. His head is moving up and down now, more urgently, spurred on by her noises.
Priya gasps, then holds her breath, then suddenly lets out a long scream of pleasure, her whole body writhing on the bed as she cums. Nathan's hands grip her legs tighter, his face still buried in her groin, her black hair and his blonde curls entwined. He holds his position as she squirms, breaths coming in short, sharp bunches.
Eventually he detaches from her, climbing up onto the bed, straddling her with his big strong arms. They kiss a long, slow kiss of intimacy as they share in her flavour.
