The ride home from work had a much a different vibe than the previous day.
Despite my intense moments of perviness, I knew right from wrong. The lengths I had gone to get the recording of Dylan made me feel ashamed. Not only was I invading someone's intimate moment, but I was risking my job, and possibly my future. My increasing anxiety was only exacerbated by the fact Jess hadn't answered my text yet.
"What the hell could she be up to?" I wondered a bit peeved.
Thoughts raced through my head as I pulled into the driveway, and made my way to the front door. When I opened the door, all of my anxiety vanished. There was Jess with a big, beautiful, comforting smile, happily sweeping the floor in the living room.
"Hey, Babe!" She beamed. We exchanged a greeting, before Jess asked, "What do you want for dinner? I was thinking eggplant parm," she giggled.
Her clumsily forced reference to a large penis was so deliciously innocent, and cringy that I had no choice, but to feel the weight of my anxiety lift from my shoulders.
"How are we always on the same wavelength?" I asked sarcastically, and continued. "My day was great, and yours will be too when you see the deliciousness I brought home for you."
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I said that, and she exclaimed, "Really?! Oh my god, tell me what happened!"
"You're just going to have to wait and see," I teased.
"Babe, you can't be serious. Was it Dylan?" she asked with slight desperation.
I changed the subject, and asked, "Where's your phone? You didn't get my text?"
After hesitating a brief moment, she replied, "Oh, I must have left it upstairs in the office. I was up there a bit earlier." She looked away tellingly.
She was purposely vague, and I knew that she probably had been watching some porn, or browsing a cam site. Hell, she might've been watching the previous days recording of Dylan on repeat. She was so horny last night I knew that her fire had been lit, and my intention was not to dampen it, but keep it burning.
I left the phone bit alone, and teased, "You'll just have to wait and see. I'm gonna get cleaned up a bit. Why don't you do the same?" Then, kissed her gently on the forehead.
We parted, and I followed behind her up the stairs. She announced that she was going to take a quick shower, and that she'd meet me downstairs in a bit. I went to our room, and stripped down. I was surprised to find that my feet and legs were a bit sore from the ladder gymnastics I pulled off earlier in the day. When I was completely stripped down, I looked at myself in the mirror, and reflected.
I had put on some pounds, and my hair was thinning. I had always had a boyishness about me, but now it was beginning to fade, and was slowly being replaced by a weathered experience. I went to the gym enough to stay active, and tried to fight the effects of a sedentary desk job, but hardly thought about getting ripped anymore. Absentmindedly, I started to handle my package as my eyes drifted down the mirror. I liked to keep my pubes trimmed instead of being totally shaved. There was a manliness that came with having a nice bush, and package, I had always thought. My dick was starting to stiffen a bit as I rubbed, and squeezed. It wasn't the biggest in the world, but Jess often told me that it's very beautiful. When hard I was just over 6.5", cut, and accompanied by a large set of low hanging balls.
Just then the thought popped into my head that I needed to get that video uploaded, so I gave my cock and balls a tiny dab of cologne, and threw on some basketball shorts.
As I got seated by the computer downstairs I heard Jess turn off the shower, and head towards our bedroom. She was buzzed about, and hummed excitedly.
The file finished uploading. I double clicked on "dylan_spy_2" so to have it ready when Jess was done. Knowing that could be a little while, I decided to help Jess find her phone.
I tip-toed upstairs, and quietly opened the office door. I slipped in as if I was sneaking into the warehouse. I immediately saw her phone on the edge of the desk, and instead of picking it up, and heading downstairs, I decided to have a seat at our office PC.
I opened the browser, and checked the recent history.
3:59 PM: Camsterbate - lilsavag3
5:24 PM: Camsterbate - GA_Gunner770
6:12 PM: Camsterbate - jerkinandlurkin
My cock immediately hardened as I realized that she had definitely seen my text arrive earlier, but she was too enthralled watching men masturbate to answer. These weren't just any men either. These were our favorites. The biggest, and the best.
I started stroking my cock without even realizing, but when I heard the closet close in the bedroom it jarred me back to reality.
I shut down the computer, grabbed Jess' phone, and headed downstairs.
As I sat at the computer, Jess opened the bedroom door, and struck a pose at the top of the staircase.
I was absolutely floored. She wore a black, lacey wired basque lingerie set I had never seen before. The lacey material clung seductively to her in all the right places. She was not supermodel skinny, and thankfully so. She was like the ripest peach at the market with the perfect amount of juiciness. She was absolutely perfect for fucking, and whenever we went out you could feel the other men in the room staring at her, and thinking the same thing. She just had it.
I knew that she was feeling herself, because she did a little turn at the top of stairs, and didn't try to giggle it off afterward.
