Another cuckold story - if you don't like them then perhaps avoid reading it.
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I thought about the road that had led us here as I watched my wife step out of the car and into the dark, dirty alleyway, tottering on her heels and pulling her tight black miniskirt down to half cover her arse cheeks, but leaving her stocking tops in full view.
My cock twitched as I watched her enter the dilapidated old building opposite without so much as a glance back at me and I wished that I could watch tonight. Instead I'd have to make do with remembering the last time she came here and masturbate to that.
Where did it all start? Well I'd caught her looking at porn, I say caught, but I hadn't actually caught her red handed. The internet history on our PC showed she'd been on Xhamster and it wasn't too hard to find the profile that she'd set up, she'd even used her own name and details, including the fact that she was twenty two and married, so I set up my own and sent her a friend request.
She'd uploaded a few sexy pictures of herself in her naughty lingerie, but no videos. Her favourites consisted of old men fucking younger women and some with a woman begin groped from behind in a number of different situations. It was all very exciting which surprised me at first, but after the third wank I found I was more than comfortable with the whole thing.
Then I looked at her friend list and wondered what kind of conversations she was having with them. They were all old men, mainly with their cocks out and the thought of them stroking while they chatted with my young wife and looked at her pictures got me hard again.
So I came up with a plan to get at her account, involving a little piece of software I found on the internet that allowed me to record her password the next time she typed it in. I went out all evening and left her to it, she was more than happy for me to spend time in the pub these days. Now I knew why.
My hands were shaking when I sat at the PC the next day, but after a few moments I was in her account with my cock out and stroking.
She'd had hundreds of messages and had replied to almost every one, they were almost all dirty, telling her how much they wanted to fuck her cunt, spunk on her face, fuck her arse and more. But it was the longer conversations she'd had that I was most interested in.
I was quite surprised at the language that she used, she never talked that dirty with me, telling some old codger how much of a slut she was and how she wanted him to feel her up and take advantage of her. She'd also been talking about getting a webcam but saying that she didn't want to make me suspicious. The thought of her showing her young sexy body to some dirty old pervert was too much for me and I spunked again all over my pants.
The new webcam was installed and ready by the time she'd got home from work.
When she asked me what it was for I explained that I needed it for a new project I was working on, the client had insisted on video conference calls, but that she could have a play with it if she wanted.
She seemed disinterested, but I knew better. I couldn't wait to get out to the pub and let her loose on it.
When I got home late that night she was asleep in bed. I crept into the study and noticed the window was open, but the fresh air couldn't disguise the smell of sweat and cunt. I smiled to myself and switched on the PC, unable to wait until tomorrow.
Before long I was in her account with my cock out, reading and rereading the same message 'You horny slut, stick that bottle up your cunt again,' when it was my turn to be caught.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sasha shouted looking first at my cock and then the screen. Then her face changed from anger to embarrassment as she realised what I was looking at.
