It seemed like every day there was something in the news regarding break-ins. My boss had his house broken into last year and the family was never the same. The kids couldn't sleep for weeks after it happened.
Lately, our neighborhood had experienced violent break-ins that had all of us a bit nervous.
I have my gun permit and am ready for anybody stupid enough to break into our house while I'm in it because my 357 will go through walls.
Security was never an issue in the past because of Zeus. He was our German shepherd and he was a big baby wherever Lana and I were with him, but he was meaner than a junkyard dog if anybody else entered our property.
When you came up our driveway, he knew it. He would let you know that you were entering his property and if you valued your life you had to watch what you do.
Zeus got up in the years and the dreaded day came for me to put him down. Since his passing, my wife said she hated to come into the house by herself. Her safety is my job, so I decided to get a security system.
I went out and bought a bunch of cameras that I could access from my phone or computer screen along with window alarms.
These cameras were sweet. They could move and zoom in and out, all from my phone, tablet or computer. They also alerted me with motion detection and came with two-way audio so I could hear what was going on.
The following weekend after I bought them was the perfect time to install them because Lana was going off to a family reunion and I had to stay home to do work for a bit.
Installing them was a breeze. The challenge was where to install them so nobody could see them when entering.
One went inside the ceiling of the front porch facing toward the driveway. The other was under the soffit pointing towards the back door. Then I had one in each room except of course the bathrooms. Our master bedroom has an ashtray ceiling so hiding two up there, pointing toward the nightstands by the bed where I keep my guns was not only perfect for viewing the entire bedroom, but also safe for watching the guns.
If I needed a different angle, I could easily flip to the other. After some adjustments to them, they were all set to go.
With all the things we were doing the day she came home, I never told her what I did. I didn't mean to not tell her. I just forgot and when I did remember, we were not together.
I loved our cameras. I started to get notifications on my phone from one or the other camera. Usually when deliveries were made. On occasion, I would get notified that somebody was in the bedroom so I'd look at my phone at the video and it would be Lana changing.
Zooming in and out, I could see her put on her sexy panties and bra. I know it sounds a bit weird but it's one of those things that I wanted to turn away from but couldn't. She's so hot!
The best way to give you a visual of my wife is to describe her as a fifty-four year old Italian woman who naturally oozes sexuality. Her hair flows down to her neck like a waterfall whenever she moves. Her big brown eyes capture your eyes and never let go. Her breasts are perfectly erect 34C globes that beg to be not only sucked but loved. Her hips go out to a rounded and beautiful ass that she captivates both male and female with because of its gorgeous symmetry. It defies gravity because it's a perfect half round butt.
When she walks, both males and females watch her because if there was anybody on this planet that has a charismatic ass, it would be her. It's spellbinding.
When she puts on a skirt and blouse for work, it makes my mind race with all kinds of thoughts. Thoughts like the one thing that turns me on. Seeing her having sex with another guy.
Don't ask me why. I know it's not normal. It's a fantasy of mine just like others having fantasies about feet, bondage, and the like.
Just seeing her talk to other guys conjures up visuals of them taking her and making her scream in ecstasy.
The problem with those dirty thoughts is that I thought they would never come to fruition.
Lana is a conservative woman who was brought up prim and proper. Doing something like that was not agreeable to her because she worried that it might affect our marriage or word might get around our small town.
But she says no when we're in casual conversation.
In bed, it's a different matter.
Being so conservative, you wouldn't believe that she can be so liberating and wild in bed, but it's true. When she has a few drinks in her, she becomes this total sex freak in bed.
What always happens during foreplay is she'll whisper in my ear "What turns you on baby?" knowing damn well what my reply is going to be. She wants to hear me say that my turn on is to see her taken by another guy.
If I'm going down on her I'll say, "I want to watch a guy eat your pussy."
This gets her extremely horny to the point where she starts to moan loudly.
Her favorite is when I say things like, "I want to see him get behind you and slide his big dick in your ass" and she'll then say, "Do it! Stick your dick in my ass like he would!"
Or I'll tell her, "I want to see him pull your arms over your head and hold them there while he rams his huge dick up you like somebody possessed!" And then I do that exact same thing to her.
She needs to put a face to the man whom I'm describing to send her over the edge, so she'll ask, "Is it a friend or some stranger?"
I always tell her one guy that I know she likes and that's Jake.
Jake is slightly younger than us and used to see Lana's older daughter. He's about 6 foot and has a bit of baggage but has this ruggedness with a sweet personality that stands out.
The relationship didn't work out between the daughter and Jake, but he became a good friend of ours nevertheless and we've met him at bars often to have a few and talk.
The relationship between him and Lana is much closer than he and I because they had more related interests and, I think, because he has a crush on her.
If I would see him someplace, he would be calm and reserved as if he were bored. If I'm with Lana and we run into him, he's the happiest guy in the world. If we're talking to him, his eyes are all towards her. When he sees her, he gives her a long hug and a kiss on the cheek. If he's had a few too many, his hands go pretty low to the top of her ass.
It was not uncommon for him to pick her up and take her to wine tastings if I was busy or to meet her at a bar where I was shooting league pool.
One time he picked her up to meet me at a tournament and they went out to dinner and had drinks before showing up. I'll come home from work and the two of them would be in the living room chatting like kids while having wine.
To a lot of husbands, this would be a bit uncomfortable but again, he was a good friend of ours and Lana never thought anything about it until I started mentioning his name in bed during sex.
When I tell her this fantasy guy is Jake while having sex with her in bed, she goes from quiet to vocal.
"I bet Jake would love to fuck you while I watch," I'll tell her. This would lead her to have thunderous orgasms.
Sometimes she would get so caught up in my description of what I would love to see Jake do to her, she would scream out his name and then have this long orgasm that would make her spasm and nearly pass out.
After both having thunderous orgasms, I'll always broach the subject of maybe trying another guy for real.
"If the sex is like that because of another guy," I'll say, "maybe we should give it a try,"
"Now Tom you know I can't do that," she'll always say. "It's just a fantasy."
As conservative and reserved as she has been and as adamant as she was that this fantasy was not going to happen, I was beyond shocked that it did. And it was unbelievable.
It was a Thursday night and I was still at the office. I told Lana I was working late and she said okay.
It was after supper time when we got a text from Jake wondering if we wanted to go out for drinks. I texted back that I was still at work and right away Jake asked Lana if she still wanted to go out. He would pick her up. Lana had nothing else to do so she accepted.
I took a small break from my work to check out the cameras from my monitor and get a little entertainment of watching Lana change.
It was a good show. She went and took a shower. Then came out and went to her dresser to pull out my favorite pair of panties, the white French lace that are slim in front and slim in the back to show off half of that incredible ass.
Then, to my surprise, she put on a black leather skirt and a white cotton top that plunged pretty low down her chest. Then she put on these three inch high heel black shoes and then spent a good long time primping up as if she were going to the Metropolitan Opera.
First of all, I didn't know she owned a leather skirt or that top.
Secondly, why was she dressing up for a simple hour or so with Jake? She never did when the three of us went out.
When she was all done, I noticed something. She didn't put on a bra.
She's never done that when the two of us went out and if I asked her to, I was shut down right away. It's almost as if I'm watching the wrong house on the cameras.
I got buried in my work until my phone went off regarding the cameras in the house going on because of motion. Once motion is detected, the cameras start to record and store the action in the cloud until ten minutes after motion is done.
I went to my office monitor and opened the video feeds from the cameras. It was the dining room camera showing that Lana and Jake had made it back from drinks.
I was transfixed on the screen because of her appearance before he came. It was hard to focus on work because of what I saw. My imagination went through a myriad of fantasies that I thought would never happen but then again, she was dressed in a way that would make any man salivate.
They entered the house and after some small talk they grabbed a couple of glasses of wine and chatted across from each other at the kitchen counter, Lana facing the camera and Jake with his back to it.
I knew Lana well enough to see the signs when she had a few too many. Tonight, was one of those nights. What a combination - her having drinks, dressed to kill and with a guy she calls out by name when we have the wildest sex. I thought I knew Jake pretty well and knew he wouldn't try anything with her, but how could he not?
