Part Two of Tim, Chrissy, and Their Friend Mike. Continued gentle cuckold, bisexual elements and voyeurism in a loving, lustful group dynamic.
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Life went on pretty much the way it always had for Tim, Chrissy, and their roommate Mike - they went to work, they had dinners together, sometimes watched a movie. They laughed and did chores. Mike had a business trip to Philadelphia. Chrissy had to put in some long hours at the bodega, while Tim took advantage of overtime offers down at the office.
Tim and Chrissy fucked every night, sometimes twice a night. They were both insatiable, whispering their favorite details of their encounter with Mike into each other's ears, overwhelmed by passion. Their sex life had always been good, but this was a whole new level. When Tim closed his eyes he could see his wife's lips wrapped around Mike's thick cock.
"I want to suck Mike's dick again," she said late one night a few weeks later. They had just finished, covered in each other's juices and basking in afterglow. Tim's cock, which had begun to soften, gave a twitch. He smiled at his wife.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She paused. "Would you ever want to fool around with Mike?"
The question wasn't totally out of left field, and Tim had considered it a few times when he wasn't thinking with an erection. "You know I don't really like the idea of having guys do anything to me."
"I know." There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
"Buuuuut," Tim continued, "I admit I'm curious what all the fuss is about that cock. I don't know, is Mike into guys?"
"He's told me a couple stories."
Stories, huh? "I'd want to take it slow if we ever got to that point."
"Hmm. Well? Can I suck his cock again?"
"You don't need my permission," Tim told her. He meant it, too. They'd done some swinging back when they were first married. He'd learned a few things about himself back then: that he wasn't at all the jealous type, and that he liked to switch between dom and sub roles in a light, playful way. The voyeur that came out during that encounter with Mike a few weeks back was new, and it was that which caused the flutter of butterflies in his stomach.
"But I want your permission," Chrissy said. "I want you to tell me I can suck Mike's cock."
Tim laughed and leaned in to whisper in her ear. Their dalliance with Mike had awakened something in both of them, and he felt more confidence than he had in years. "No."
"No?" She bit her bottom lip, clear disappointment in her eyes.
"Not yet."
Her gaze hardened with mock indignity. "I thought you said I don't need your permission."
"You don't. But if you want it, you have to wait."
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The next day, Tim came home during his lunch break and installed a handful of high-def cameras in the living room and kitchen. When he was satisfied with the angles, he called Mike at work.
"Hey man," he said. "I need your help with something."
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A few nights later Tim stayed late at work. It was a small business, and he owned it, so all he had to do was lock all the doors and set the alarm before settling into his office. He logged into the home cameras, bringing then up onto the big screens. The colors were great, the sound better than he expected. Moments after he logged in, Mike came home from work. He dropped off his bag, then found the main camera over the TV and smiled into it. He gave it a thumbs up, then went to shower.
He was out of the shower and in his robe, hanging open with nothing on under it when Chrissy got home from work. She paused in the doorway, staring.
"Hey," she said.
"Evening," Mike replied without looking up from his national geographic.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"Fantastic."
Chrissy shot a curious glance around the room, eyeballing Tim's new cameras. Her eyes widened when she saw the red light blinking on the big camera over the TV. Her cheeks flushed, and she pulled out her cellphone. Tim's phone rang a moment later.
"Hey baby, you gonna be home soon?" She asked quietly.
"In a while," he answered.
"Anything I should.know about?"
"Why do you ask?"
She glared at the camera. Tim laughed. He could see Mike grinning in the background. Chrissy said, "Fine, be all coy."
"Nothing coy about working late," Tim said, faking a yawn. "Why don't you go unwind for a bit? Maybe take a shower?"
He settled into his chair, watching Chrissy and Mike make small talk. Her eyes were fixed on Mike's soft dick, occasionally shooting looks at the camera. Mike played his part beautifully, all polite and causal without an untoward word or motion. Tim could tell it was driving Chrissy crazy, not knowing what was going on. She finally left to take a shower. She came out a little while later, only in a towel, clearly teasing Mike. He didn't respond at all. She walked over to the camera with a playful glower and whispered into the mic, "I better get my face fucked tonight."
Tim picked up his cell phone and texted go put in a butt plug. The cute little one with the pink jewel. Then put on the black baby doll, stockings, and garter.
Chrissy's phone dinged. She checked it, eyes widening at the camera.
Tim texted can I get a yes sir?
Chrissy bit her bottom lip. "Yes sir," she said quietly to the camera. She returned a few minutes later as requested, looking gorgeous in her lingerie. Her nipples were hard under the sheer fabric of the baby doll. She walked up to the camera, did a little turn, shaking her bum. A little jewel sparked from between her round asscheeks. Tim could see Mike in the background, enjoying the show, but Tim knew all this was for him--a moment of attention before the main course. He texted go have fun and leaned back in his chair.
Chrissy's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when her phone pinged. She ran in place joyfully, tossed aside her phone, and strode over to deliver a passionate kiss right on Mike's lips. This decisions seemed to surprise both of them, but she plowed onward, sliding minx-like into his lap. Tim changed the camera angle, studying the way Mike cupped Chrissy's ass with one hand, the other absently playing with her nipples through the fabric of her baby doll. Mike reached lower, just barely touching the butt plug, eliciting a little "oooh" from Chrissy. She bit his bottom lip and pulled back, causing him to swear--but not to object.
Chrissy shifted around to straddle Mike, arching her back to rub her tits in his face, allowing them to spill out for a moment before pulling her baby doll back into place. That big dick was fully hard now, standing at attention just a few inches from her pussy.
"I wanna fuck you," Mike said, his voice a deep growl.
Butterflies flitted in Tim's stomach and he leaned forward, straining to hear the response, wondering if this game had just taken a turn.
"Not part of the deal," Chrissy said to Mike, looking over his shoulder. Tim switched cameras, and stared into his wife's eyes. She was breathing hard even though they'd only started, her cheeks cherry red. Thank you, she mouthed at the camera. I love you. Tim smiled back, though he knew she couldn't see it. God, she was so hot. He was surprised that her refusal to fuck Mike stirred confusing emotions within him--relief, disappointment, and arousal.
If the refusal bothered Mike he sure didn't show it. He planted his face in her cleavage, both hands on her ass. Tim changed the angle again, to get behind them, and watched as Chrissy lowered herself down so that Mike's plump cockhead rested directly against the soft, soaking fabric of her panties. It was a damn hot sight, his big balls resting on the sofa, cock fully erect like an arrow pointing up to that little jewel of the butt plug in Chrissy's ass. She pressed against Mike, dragging her clit up and down the length of his shaft with only a thin material between them. Part of Tim wished she'd pull that material aside. Chrissy moaned into Mike's shoulder.
"On your knees, cockslut," Mike said.
Tim changed views to the camera over Mike's shoulder, getting a point-of-view of his wife about to suck off another man.
Chrissy grinned up at him and slid down to the ground to rest in front of the couch. Mike settled back, spreading his powerful legs, that big cock and invitation that Tim knew Chrissy couldn't resist. She leaned forward, burying her tiny face in Mike's sack, thumb and forefinger unsuccessfully attempting to circle the base of his shaft. When she came up for air she pressed his cock to her cheek. The tool went from chin to forehead, thick and warm and pulsing. Chrissy looked so happy in that moment, like a cat resting in a sunbeam.
Tim took a screenshot.
Chrissy kissed the underside of Mike's cockhead. She kissed it again, then again, stroking until a bit of translucent precum bubbled at the tip. She smeared it across her lips, licking them languidly. She focused entirely on his cockhead, suckling and licking, until Mike finally reached out and took a handful of her blond curls. She looked up at him, staring him in the eye, and drew the flat of her tongue sensually along the underside of his cock. Once she reached the head once more she popped it into her mouth with a happy little Mmmmm sound.
Chrissy got comfortable between Mike's legs, leaning over his cock, one hand playing with his balls while the other stroked his shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, lips dragging saliva halfway down Mike's cock and then back up again at a slow, sensual pace. The room filled with the sounds of Mike's heavy breathing and Chrissy's happy moans. Tim scrolled through the views, pausing briefly to take another screenshot of Chrissy's pert bum thrust out behind her, legs splayed, buttplug glittering at him. He finally settled on a side view and zoomed in until he could just see his wife's cut little face, lips stretched obscenely to fit that thick cock.
"Play with yourself," Mike ordered. Chrissy's hand left his balls and her moaning intensified. Tim switched the view again just to see her fingers tenting her panties. Another screenshot, and he switched back. He sat at his desk, eyes glued to the big monitor, his mouth dry. His dick was like steel in the front of his work slacks.
"Cum for me," Mike said.
