Sitting down on the bed I opened my laptop and clicked on the Internet button waiting for a signal from the hotel's wireless. Took only a moment before I was connected and right away contacted my wife Marisa through an instant messengers. She had been sitting at the desk waiting for me and replied almost instantly. I asked her if she was ready? Confirming she was I hit my web cam software. She did the same and I was soon staring at my wife's face as she sat in front of our computer in the living room.
"Can you see everything clearly?" she asked. I told her she was crystal clear and that the extra money we spent for that good camera was worth every penny. Looked like she was right in front of me in person. Marisa stood up and moved to the side asking me if she had to adjust the camera so I could get a good view of our living room area and our sectional sofa. Peering into the screen I told her it was a perfect view and I could see everything. I also told her the sound was perfect as well.
"Good, as long as it doesn't need to be moved or played with. I was worried we wouldn't get this set up soon enough since I'm expecting him any minute now" she said. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. You remember the signal I'm going to give for you to call me and interrupt us right?"
I assured her I remembered it was a thumbs up motion towards the camera. I told her she looked sexy tonight. Being dressed in a somewhat short black skirt that goes down only to her mid thighs. A green tee shirt with a v neck design with showed an ample amount of cleavage. She had considered wearing heeled boots but decided last minute to wear only a pair of ankle socks for comfort. Underneath she wore a matching sexy bra and panty set. Man was she hot tonight. She was right though it was good timing. We didn't have it set up five minutes before there was a knock on the door. Looking surprised she said he was early. Looking down at the camera she blew me a kiss telling me it was show time. Reaching down I saw her click the computer monitor off and turning it to face away from live couch. Watching as my wife walked away from the desk heading towards the door to the left of the sofa. She went out of my screen's view but I could hear her opening the door and the clear sound of Dwane's voice.
Before I continue I should explain how we got to this point with me sitting in a hotel room watching a web cam of my house. I have been married now for nearly five years to a wonderful woman named Marisa. When we first met we hit it off quickly and it was barely more than a year before we got married. What surprised me was that she was a virgin when we met. At the time we met she was twenty years old, I'm only two years older. I thought she looked sexy from the first day we met. She had lovely natural red hair, pretty blue eyes, and like most redheads, very pale skin. Used to joke that the only people whiter then her were dead. She also had freckles on the areas of her body most often exposed to the sun. Her legs are strong and well shaped. She has naturally wide hip bones which give he a decent figure. To top it all off she also has naturally large breasts wearing a size 36 DD bra. I can't say I'm just a boob guy but they are hard to miss and not stare at.
During our marriage we both admitted to certain sexual turn on's but never thought of acting on them. She likes the idea of being watched but never had been before. I myself kind of liked the idea of watching. We would play around with these during love making over the years and would have a good time and as close to the real thing as we could get together. She also admitted liking to play the submissive role and to being tied. The one that really surprised me though was what she told me about a year ago. She explained that it didn't happen until after being married a few years and wasn't sure how to bring it up to me. That looking at interracial porn of black guys with white women had become quite a turn on for her. It was the color difference that drew her to it. She said that the thought of someone as pale as she is with a black guy was a hot to her. I wasn't sure what to say but she told me it was only a fantasy; one that we ended up using in bed more then a few times. I could tell that when we did she would get more aroused then normal. Yet, that was as far as it went. That is up until now.
I work for a shipping company and my days are four on, three off every week. Dwane works with me. He's a darker skin black guy, a little bigger then me, and about half a foot taller. Not a bad guy, just very horny it seems. Always wanting to talk about sex. He loved to talk about how his penis was big too and how the ladies loved it. Always considered that just as boasting and exaggerating. He hasn't been in too many relationships since I've known him. He said he would love to just find a girl who wants sex and nothing more. Maybe a married girl since she won't want a relationship. He even mentioned more then once that he thought Marisa was hot. Telling me to take no offense but he'd had sex with her even if she was married to me. Asking me a few times if we were swingers so he could get the chance. I never thought much of it though and considered it just screwing around. Marisa knows him as well since we have hung out with him a few times. She told me that he often just looked her up and down or stared at her chest. Even I noticed that. She also said he has talked to her when I'm away for a few minutes about how he wishes she was single or would consider being with another guy because he had never been with a redhead and thought she was sexy.
Marisa and I blew this off more so since she actually felt a little flattered. We never spoke much about any of it until a few months ago when Dwane entered our 'Marisa with a black guy' bedroom fantasies. She admitted to me that she even thought of him in a sexual way more then once. Then a week ago she asked me during sex if we wanted to do it for real, just on a limited bases. Marisa went on to explain that she wants me to watch her make out with Dwane, maybe allow him to feel her up. When we finished making love I asked if she was serious or if it was just another play fantasy. That's when she said she was serious. We spent some time laying in bed that night talking and came to an agreement. She would invite Dwane over while I was in a room at a nearby hotel. We would buy a good web cam with clear sound, set it up with our living room computer, and I could watch the two of them. Dwane would have no idea I was watching to make it more natural for him. Telling him that I was going to be gone for the weekend. Marisa said that she just wanted to make out with him, allow him to feel her up a bit, and then she would give me the signal to stop. The signal would be a thumbs up towards the camera. I was then to call our home phone breaking them up. She would then explain to Dwane I was coming home that night instead because I wasn't feeling well. He would leave, I'd come home, then we'd have wild sex talking about how my black co-worker felt up my white wife. At least that was the plan.
We bought a good web cam to have a perfect picture. Marisa gave Dwane a call a few days before hand inviting him over for the night after dinner but not telling him why. As the day came around both of us were nervous and excited. That morning Marisa took a bath and shaved her legs smooth along with her pussy for when I got home later that night. Going over the plan for the last time I gave Marisa and kiss as I walked out the door. Getting to the hotel I went into my room, set up my computer, and made myself comfortable. We had perfect timing since it was mere minutes after we set the camera up that Dwane came knocking on the door. My wife gave me a wink and smile as she headed for the door.
I could not see them but I could hear them. Marisa welcome Dwane in and told him to have a seat. Ushering him over to the couch into my view he sat down. Marisa asked him is he wanted anything to drink but Dwane wasn't in need. Turning away from him she bent over to switch on the TV. Dwane right away stared at her ass with a slight grin on his face. Asking Marisa where I was she stood back up and turned back to face him.
"He had to step out for a moment but will be back soon" she told him. "Would you like anything to drink?" Dwane said he would, asking for beer if we had any. Marisa walked off into the kitchen. I knew she was trying to get him more relaxed but most likely was also trying to get herself more relaxed as well. She was very nervous about doing even just this much and after a drink or two she would be loose enough to go through with it. Coming back into the living room with a few drinks in hand she sat down right next to Dwane. Handing him one they both sat back watching TV.
