CHAPTER 1
My wife, Kit, has always had a voracious libido. When we have sex I know that even if she reaches orgasm, it's not enough. We used to have hot spontaneous love making but I could never keep up. Now, more often than not, after having sex, I'll wake up and end up searching for her, usually finding her in the bathroom. I would open the door, and watch her as she pushes her vibrator into her dripping wet pussy, hear her moan as she slowly pulls it back out. It would turn me on to be her own personal voyeur. I'd get hard and jerk off to her jerking off.
It was after one such night that our story really begins. We had just had sex, hot and wet and wild. Afterwards I rolled flat on my back, panting and spent, and instantly she was ready again. I knew she wasn't finished. Her hand snaked over my dick, trying to stroke me back to erection again. But I couldn't do it. I tried to finger her but I was so tired I kept stopping and starting and I could feel her frustration. She's never blamed me for not satisfying her but I knew it was becoming a problem. She kissed my cheek and moved my hand away.
"It's okay babe, you worked hard today, you deserve rest. Sleep." She kissed me again and sleep rolled over me. A few hours later, I turned over and went to put my arms around her, only to find empty space, the sheets cold. I got up, and padded softly to the bedroom door. I searched in the bathroom, expecting to see her on the floor, using her vibrator. But it was as empty as her side of the bed. I trotted down the hall to the study. The door was pulled to and there was a glow coming from underneath. I gently nudged it open a little and found Kit sitting at the computer. Her legs were spread and propped up on the desk, her head thrown back. A porno was playing on the screen, the sound low and a light buzzing sound was coming from Kit's legs. I could see her hands, one pulling and pushing the vibrator in and out, the other playing with her clit. She was panting softly, the vibrator speeding up as she reached climax, at the same time as the couple having sex on the screen. She groaned and turned it off. I could see a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead and she was trying to catch her breath. I coughed lightly and she glanced out of the corner of her eye at me.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" she said gently. She clicked off the screen and pulled the vibrator out of herself, swung her legs down and walked towards me.
"No. I went to hug you but you were gone. How many times tonight then?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looked tired but sated.
"Four. I found a new porn actor, he looks amazing, I've never seen someone go for that long before." She nudged past me towards the bathroom. I followed her, watching as she cleaned the vibrator and placed it back in the special box she kept it in.
"Really?" I asked, taking the box from her to give her the chance to wash her hands and face. We often had conversations about the porn she watches to get off. I don't mind, as long as she feels satisfied.
"Yeah, he seemed familiar so in between sessions I googled him. He lives around here, turns out I went to school with him but he never looked like that." She dried her face on the towel hanging on the towel rack and looked at me, dead in the eye. I could see her eagerness, a light twinkling in her dark blue eyes. I knew what was coming.
"I think I'm going to contact him. Go for a drink" she said tactfully. Then she walked around me and took me by the hand and lead me back to the bedroom. We climbed into bed again and she rested her head on my chest. Soon I could hear her breathing even out as she fell into a deep sleep. I, however, lay awake for a long time, thinking. I knew what I needed to do and if it meant I could keep Kit from slipping even further away from me then I'd do it, I'd do anything.
The next morning, a plan, almost half formed in my mind, I got ready for work and made coffee for us as Kit got up and showered and dressed for work. I poured a cup out for each of us and checked my phone for messages. Kit walked into the kitchen. She looked incredible, tight black leggings, knee high boots and a low cut black vest top. Her hair was sleek, shoulder length, shiny and blonde. Minimal makeup, a slight gothic look to her with her red lips and dark lined eyes. My jaw dropped, as it did every time I saw her, even after all this time. She sat down at the breakfast island and sipped her coffee.
"I've got a staff meeting tonight, wont be home till around 8pm. Wanna order a pizza when I get in?" she said, wiping the lipstick stain off the rim of her cup and standing up. She shrugged her black jacket on and grabbed her hand bag and keys.
"Sure, I'll look up the menu a bit later" I said as she kissed me gently on the lips and turned towards the door. I watched her hips swaying in a tantalising fashion.
"I love you" she called over her shoulder as she walked out of the door. I called a quick "love you too" and picked up my phone. My boss called me, needing me in a bit earlier.
The drive to work was a distracted affair. I was frustrated at the traffic lights and as I finally pulled up to the office I was annoyed, anxious by what I needed to do. I was an agent for actors and musicians, part of a conglomerate who work with people all over the world. I knew my job would afford me the tools I needed for my plan to work. I sat down at my desk and opened up my computer. I searched for new adult entertainment stars, local to us and found three men. I clicked on one, found his name and copy and pasted it into social media, hoping to see if he had any mutual friends with Kit. No such luck. I tried again with the second name, Cameron Jessops. I found the right guy. His social media page was full of photos and promo videos for his films. He was ripped, tall, floppy haired, intense blue eyes. I found a contact number for his agent and decided to set a lunch date with him.
I sat at the table in the local bar, a cold beer in front of me, one eye on my watch, the other scanning the door. I was able to get in touch with Cameron and he seemed eager to meet with me. I didnt know what he expected but I hoped that Kit's sex appeal was enough to convince him to do what I was hiring him for. My heart was racing and the sweat on my brow matched the sweat beads on my beer glass. The door opened and Cameron walked in. I saw every woman in the immediate vicinity turn and openly gawk at this guy. I could see the appeal, he was tall, not overly muscular but strong. His eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, his fringe alluringly flopping down over them. The sleeves of his black button shirt were rolled up, revealing tanned arms, a tribal tattoo around his wrist. His dark grey jeans were slim fitting, artfully ripped at the knees. His trainers were converses. There were studded bracelets around his other wrist and I could see the start of an intricate tattoo on his chest peeking out from his shirt. I stood as he approached and held out my hand to shake his. He grasped mine and in the same motion, removed his sunglasses, his eyes twinkling, a dazzling smile playing on his mouth.
"Hey man, I'm Cameron. Good to meet ya' he sat in the chair opposite me. He flagged down the waitress who flushed and sauntered over, swinging her hips. She leant down low and looked Cameron in the eye and licked her lips. He ordered his drink and she flounced away, tucking the tip he gave her in to her bra.
