My wife Cara and I have a dirty secret. In fact, it's a downright disgusting and filthy secret. It has gotten to the point that I feel compelled to write it down and share it with someone, even if it's anonymously. If she knew I was writing this down and telling our story, she'd be appalled. She needn't worry though, because I will keep our true identities a secret. Honestly, I don't want our dirty game to end. I'd like to see where it goes.
Last night was the culmination of a dirty game my wife and I have been playing now for a few years. As far as I know, no one but us knows about it. Like all couples with dirty sexual secrets, we appear to be a normal couple, with a normal family, living an ordinary life in suburbia. Cara and I have two children, fraternal twins aged 16. A boy named Sam, and a girl named Elaine. This story does not involve my children in any way, and it would be the last thing in the world I'd want my children to know about.
Cara and I both work full-time jobs and we are in our early 40's. Cara does clerical work in a dentist's office. She's 5'2", has dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and although somewhat wide in the hips, is in fairly good shape. She's got a pretty, oval-shaped face, and still takes plenty of time to make sure her hair and makeup are always done well. She's gregarious and friendly, has a great sense of humor and no one would ever suspect how sexually depraved she can be. She and I have recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary and I love her more now than I ever have. She amazes me, and I'm getting hard right now just thinking about her. Thinking about not only her, but what we did last night. I'm at work as I'm writing this. My name is Ted, and I am a software engineer for a US automobile manufacturer, and as such, have plenty of time at the computer. I don't think I'm going to get much work done today because I'm really hoping to get this whole story down.
I really can't believe my cock is hard again! I say this because, once we got home from last night's adventure, Cara and I fucked twice. And then we did it again this morning. I've cum three times in the last twelve hours, and I think I could easily do it again. Hopefully nobody calls me out of my office unexpectedly because my pants are all tented up!
When it comes to sex, everyone knows that men are pigs. What people are less willing to talk about is the fact that some women are pigs too. Dirty, filthy, disgusting pigs. My wife Cara is one of them. And as a dirty perverted pig myself, I love that fact.
Now, let me get to what happened last night.
As I said, Cara and I have a little game we play. When we are both in the mood, and really horny, one of us will look at the other and say, "Let's go out and play dirty." While Cara is putting on one of her short skirts with either a pair of crotchless panties underneath, or sometimes, no panties at all, I'll gather up my equipment. My equipment consists of a case containing small, concealable wireless cameras, a wireless router, batteries, and other computer stuff. It also contains tools to do light plumbing work.
We have a few locations we work with, all of them in surrounding towns to our own, but we have one in particular that is our favorite and has paid off the most dividends. Simply put, my wife and I get off on having sex in men's restrooms. But it's not nearly as simple as that. I'll explain by describing what we did last night.
We drove twenty minutes to a small town called Lowe's Corner. It's a rural town and far enough away from our own to be just perfect. In Lowe's Corner is a combination gas station and convenience store, the name of which I'm going to leave out. Lowe's Corner is a real place and if you're ambitious enough to investigate it, you could probably figure out which state we live in, and the gas station in question.
This Lowe's Corner gas station is older, the kind with the restrooms accessed from the outside of the building. The store is open late into the evening and keeps its restroom doors unlocked. Perfect for our purposes. What's perfect also is the fact that their restrooms are small and only accommodate one person at a time.
What we did last night, as we've done several times before, was park our car in the side parking lot on the side of the building with the restroom entrances. I backed the car in so that we could watch people coming and going from the bathrooms. It just so happens that there is a dumpster in the parking lot and just enough room on the side of it away from the street that I can fit my car in it. The gas station/store is on a somewhat busy road and gets a lot of patronage. Another reason why we like it.
At a quiet time, when there was a lull in the amount of customers, I went into the men's room and set up my cameras. We've done this before, and after previous experimentation, I know just where to put them. Once in place, and after a little bit of practiced tinkering with the plumbing in the restroom,I returned to my car and powered up my equipment. It was early evening in late October and it was getting dark quickly. Once all of my stuff was turned on, and my router working, I checked that my cameras were functioning using my tablet computer. I showed Cara that they were by pointing the tablet at her in the passenger seat and she smiled and nodded her head.
Then we waited.
On nights where we've had to wait a long time, we usually fill the time by talking dirty and masturbating while we sit in the car. Cara just has to hike up her skirt a little bit to access her pussy and I usually wear sweatpants or something similarly loose so that I can get at my cock.
But last night we didn't have to wait long at all.
The restroom side of the building is fairly well-lit and by our position in our car, and it's proximity to the building, Cara and I can see who is coming and going. We're only interested in the men of course, (although I have contemplated figuring out a way to set up my equipment in the women's restroom so I could spy on them, but I don't want the risk of getting caught), and I wait for Cara to give her indication of who she's interested in.
When Cara nods her head, or says something like, "this one", I turn on my tablet and we spy on the man in the restroom. There are three cameras that I have set up. One showing a wide shot of the restroom, another focused in close on the urinal, and another focused on the restroom's one toilet. As you can imagine, Cara waits for attractive, in-shape, younger men to enter the restroom. The kind of guys she would be attracted to. And let me also state, it's a rule of ours that we never spy on children, on boys. If the guy looks even like a teenager, we keep the cameras turned off.
Although it turns us both on to watch a man use the urinal, the camera being aimed down low so that we can see his penis as he urinates, what we're hoping for is that he has the need to use the toilet. I have rigged both the urinal and toilet to not flush properly.
Let me say at this point, that I know full well that this story is bizarre and hard to believe, but I also know that sexual fetishes rarely, if ever, respect someone's station in life.
If a guy uses the bathroom, and we're not interested in him, I'll make sure to go into the bathroom and properly flush the toilet and urinal so that it's ready for the next guy. Hopefully, the next guy being a guy Cara approves of.
It didn't take long at all for Cara to nod her head approvingly as a 30-something man approached the restroom early last night. He was fit and attractive, dressed casually in jeans and a light shirt. Eagerly, Cara leaned over towards me and said, "Show me."
I turned on my tablet. It was already opened to my camera app. I picked the wide angle shot and we could see right away that the man needed to use the toilet. I switched to the toilet camera which was hidden beneath the toilet paper dispenser. As you can imagine, the camera shows a close-up, side-view shot of the man sitting on the toilet. A built-in microphone picks up the audio.
We watched as the man opened and pulled down his pants. We could see his penis dangling between his legs. He sat down and he immediately began urinating.
"I can hear him tinkling," said Cara, smiling and excited, her right hand between her legs.
As the sound of his urine hitting the toilet bowl water began to soften, the man let out a series of loud farts.
Cara said, "Oh yeah, shit for me baby." I looked up from the screen of the tablet and saw that Cara's eyes were glued to the screen and she was actually licking her lips. Her hand was working furiously between her legs. To see her so turned on, got me turned on and my cock got rock hard. I slipped the hand not holding the tablet into my waistband and began to squeeze my penis.
The wireless cameras I bought for this naughty pursuit of ours are of very high quality. The microphones pick up the subtlest of sounds. Cara and I could plainly hear the crackling sound as the man defecated into the toilet. We heard the unmistakable splashes as his turds hit the water. We heard him grunt too as he pushed out the last of his feces. "That sounds like a big one," said Cara, once he began wiping himself.
