Mark pulled into the driveway that Tuesday evening, the thrill of his secret voyeurism still buzzing in his veins. He stepped inside, loosening his tie, and found Courtney in the kitchen, humming as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She looked radiant--her cheeks flushed, her curves hugged by a tight little dress--and he couldn't help but smirk, knowing exactly why she glowed. "Hey, honey," he said, dropping his keys on the counter. "How was your day?"
Courtney turned, flashing him a bright smile that hid everything. "Amazing," she chirped, her voice light and casual. "Just hung out, caught up on some shows. You know, the usual. How about you?" She leaned in for a quick kiss, her lips soft against his, no hint of the afternoon's depravity--Jim's massive black cock down her throat, her riding him to multiple orgasms--slipping through her facade.
"Pretty good," Mark replied, his tone easy, though his mind replayed the footage he'd watched in his office. He didn't push her--her secrets were safe, and so were his. They ate dinner, chatted about mundane things, and later tumbled into bed, both quietly savoring their private thrills.
The week sped by, and Friday morning arrived with Mark packing a small suitcase for his work trip. He kissed Courtney goodbye at the door, his hidden cameras watching silently in the background. "I'll call you tonight, make sure you're okay," he said, squeezing her ass playfully. She grinned, waving him off, already plotting her own evening.
By 8pm, Mark was settled in his hotel room, a beer in hand, and called Courtney. She answered on the second ring, her voice warm and flirty. "Hey, babe! How's the trip?"
"Boring without you," he teased, leaning back. "What're you up to?" His cock twitched, imagining her at home, maybe playing with that dildo he'd gifted her.
"Just lounging," she purred, already in bed with the massive black toy beside her. "Miss you, though. Wanna keep me company?" She slid the dildo between her thighs, teasing her clit as they slipped into phone sex. Mark's voice grew husky, guiding her--"Put that buttplug in and fuck yourself with the dildo, honey, imagine it's one of those big black cocks taking you"--and she moaned, as she pushed the buttplug into her ass with pussy juice as lube and then began working the dildo deep, her pussy squelching as she came hard, crying his name for show. Mark jerked off too, grunting into the phone, breathless, both satisfied--or so he thought.
As soon as the call ended, Courtney sprang into action. She tossed the plug and dildo aside, showered quickly, and slipped into a skimpy dress--no panties, no bra. Desire had taken over and she knew there was only one thing to do. Her heart raced as she drove directly to the swingers' club, the promise of Terrell pulling her like a magnet. She walked through the doors, and there he was--Terrell, lounging by the bar in tight sweats that showcased his obscene bulge, his grin widening as he spotted her.
