Debbie watched the security camera display in amazement. She never suspected her husband would cheat on her but what he was doing right now was beyond her wildest dreams.
She was at work in the teachers' lounge. Like most mornings she got to work early to prepare for the day and have a relaxing cup of tea.
Dandelion root with Carmel and vanilla was her latest favorite blend. Her tastes for tea was like many things, expensive.
She drove a new Mercedes and wore the finest jewelry. She took care of herself with regular trips to the salon to cover the grey that was creeping in. She was on her second set of breast implants, larger this time at the suggestion of her husband. She was beautiful, well educated, and a pleasure to be around. Everyone liked her.
Matt and Debbie had been married for almost 20 years. For her is was the 3rd marriage and for him his 2nd. They lived alone in a secluded 4800 square foot home nestled in the foothills of a Southern California community. With distant views of the ocean and hills it was like something out of a magazine.
Matt worked from home and she worked at the local college. They both liked to garden and always had a good time together. Sex however was a different story. There wasn't much of it happening except for the occasional blowjob. She was always happy to suck his cock when ever he was feeling horny. Afterward she would use her trusty vibrator. Penetration was just not a part of it anymore - that's what sex had become between them. On rare occasion he would go down on her.
Watching her smartphone app intently, she hadn't noticed Cindy behind her looking over her shoulder.
She let out a scream when Cindy said, "you shouldn't be watching porn at work you little nymph."
Debbie turned around, her face red with embarrassment, "what the fuck Cindy? It's not fucking porn, oh my god, it's my home security camera. Thats my fucking husband."
Cindy gave her a puzzled look and tilted her head back in a quizzical manner, "what the fuck Debbie, you're shitting me. I didn't see it very clear but it looked like someone was sucking on a cock. It looked like porn and I was just messing with you."
Debbie looked into Cindy's eyes, "you have to promise me you won't say a fucking word about this to anyone."
The two had been friends since junior high school. They had been through a lot of shit together. Like Debbie, Cindy was on her third marriage. Her first had died in a freak accident over 25 years earlier.
If there was one thing certain they could trust each other and this would not be the exception. Cindy gave Debbie a hug and said, "I got your back girl, but what the hell are you gunna do?"
"I haven't clue Cindy, I have no fucking clue", Debbie's eyes were staring off in the distance.
She was stunned by what she had seen a moment ago but felt grateful that Cindy was in the loop. Over the next few weeks she would need her support to figure things out.
Meanwhile, Matt was at home cleaning up the mess from his little sex party. He washed the slobber off both of the dildos he had been sucking on earlier. He sanitized the prostate toy that had spent the last hour up his ass. He put everything back in its place ready for his next fantasy fuck session and got in the shower.
He loved his masturbating sessions, he had several of them a week when his wife was at work.
As usual he was totally spent sexually but was already planning for the next session in his head. He was thinking next time he would eat his own cum to take things to a new level.
These little fantasy playing games came with a price though, he couldn't fuck his wife even if he wanted to. It was doubtful that he could get hard and maintain an erection long enough to pleasure anyone, especially after ejaculating the way he just did inside his chastity device. Nevertheless his continued his deviant behavior knowing full well the consequences.
Matt went back into his home office to double check and make sure he hadn't left anything out of place. He got on his computer to finish up a project he was working on.
It wasn't long before his mind started drifting back to his sexual perversions and his cock started twitching in his pants.
Trying to figure out a way to eat his own cum he went over a few scenarios in his head. Matt finally decided that he needed to save and freeze his sperm otherwise he would never follow through with it. After cumming he was usually repulsed by the idea and would chicken out.
Numerous times he had tried catching his cum in his hand and eating but rarely followed through. If he had some cum saved up he could thaw it and use it while he was still horny and high on poppers. He could suck on one of his dildos with the taste of sperm still on his breath. His cock was throbbing at the thought.
He went to the kitchen to look for a small container he could jerk off in and keep in the freezer. He took it back to his office, pulled out his bottle of poppers and stroked himself. Five minutes later he shot a load of sperm, caught it in the small plastic container then hid it in the freezer out in the garage.
On her way home Debbie went over in her mind what had happened earlier trying to figure out her next move. Part of her just wanted to keep on as if she hadn't seen Matt kneeling on the floor in his office sucking on two huge dildos. Another part of her wondered how long he had been doing it.
He'd been working from home for a years and had plenty of opportunities to do this sort of thing while she was out of the house.
Why wasn't he worried about getting caught? She had come home early several times during the day and never seen signs of him doing anything. None of it made much sense. She felt angry but curious at the same time.
Matt cooked dinner that night. He loved to cook and was always experimenting with new recipes. Tonight they had a pan roasted orange roughy with grape tomatoes and mini bell peppers. It was served with a Mediterranean style cauliflower rice.