I had finally returned to my office after a long weekend of hard work setting up my wife's love nest. She was so excited it was hard not to be pleased with the progress we'd made. Now that I was her willing cuckold, ready to help her seduce other men and record the event, ready to taste their come on her body and deep in her cunt, we had moved onto a new stage of our relationship. She was as giddy as a school girl and flirtatious in a way she had not been since we were first dating. We had sex several times a day that weekend and she increased the thrill of each encounter by telling me in detail of some recent conquest of hers that I had been totally unaware of until quite recently.
I had not known she was cheating on me until I had watched her on my laptop camera the week before as she was gang banged by the lawn boys. It had been one of the most exciting things I had ever seen and when she invited me home to clean her off, I had gone as quickly as I could. My emotions had warred between rage and grief and total arousal. The sense of arousal had finally swept aside the other feelings as she offered me a glimpse of an awakened sexual relationship with a woman who was at the same time my wife and the hottest pornographic slut I had ever seen, let alone been able to touch.
Now we had set up a studio apartment in a slightly shady part of town where she could bring home men for sex and I would be able to watch and listen using a series of high definition cameras and microphones installed in hidden locations all over the room. We had tested the coverage carefully with me adjusting the cameras as she masturbated herself using a large black dildo and watched herself on the big screen TV in the room.
It had taken all weekend to get things just right. She didn't want me to miss any detail. We had discussed who she would take their first and she had decided that it would be the lawn boys.
"I texted Zeke," she told me on Monday morning. "I told him you were getting suspicious and that we would have to cool it at the house, but that I had access to a friend's apartment on Wednesday night, if he and Dave would like to spend the evening with me."
She grinned at me.
"They jumped at the idea. Here's Zeke's text back," she showed me her phone so I could read.
"Fuck, yeah, Mrs. C. Get to spread you out and take our time with you? I'm coming in my pants just thinking about it."
"So I guess that's a 'Yes,'" she giggled. "We're on for Wednesday night.
"Maybe you could stop by Victoria's Secret on the way home tonight and pick out something seriously sexy for me to wear with them? Lingerie and a dress, I think. Nice ones. I want to look my best for the cameras."
It was late Monday afternoon when she texted me.
"Come to the apartment now! I have a treat for you."
Not much doubt about what the treat might be, but I wondered what had happened to reset her timing. Had Zeke texted back that he couldn't wait? No use speculating. I drove over there, fighting the rush hour traffic. I tried to phone her from the car, but her number went straight to voice mail every time I called.
The studio apartment was a fourth story walk up. I hurried up the steps and knocked at the door - I didn't want to just barge in on her.
"Come in!" she called. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The lights were off and the room was only lit by the fading sunlight outside. She lay naked on the big king sized bed with her legs propped up on a pillow. I closed the door and hurried forward.
"What's the matter, babe?" I asked with a note of worry in my voice. Was she sick? Why was she just lying there?
"I have a treat for you, honey," she smiled and nodded down at her belly. As I glanced down, along the length of her lush body, she parted her legs slightly and I could see in an instant that she was a gooey mess. She giggled at me as I ogled her, and then she opened her legs wider and flexed her cunt muscles.
A dollop of come, creamy white and glistening welled up between her pussy lips like a pearl in an oyster and I could smell the heavy musk of whoever had deposited it there along with her own perfume. My cock was hard as a rock as I looked her over, laying on the bed, offering me the remains of her encounter.
"Was it Zeke?" I asked, undoing my shirt and tie.
"No," she smiled at me. "But hurry, I've been lying here for almost an hour now and I need to pee."
I stripped down to nothing and knelt on the bed between her legs. The aroma of the slime cocktail was overwhelming. She widened her legs farther and the perfectly poised hemisphere of come started to run between her pussy lips. Without hesitation, I pushed my lips down on hers to catch every drop of her offering. I sucked his come into my mouth and swallowed it greedily. I tongued deep inside her to find every drop and slithered his seed between teeth as I sucked and savored her. She sighed happily and seized my head, grasping handfuls of my hair in each hand and guiding my face and tongue to where I would give her the greatest pleasure.
As I sucked and licked at her, she spoke to me, her voice husky with her welling climax. She thrust her sopping wet pussy at me and I lifted her ass with my hands to get more of face between her legs.
"It was Eddie," she moaned. "One of the guys who delivered the furniture yesterday."
I remembered them well. They had been big burly men, both black as the ace of spades, and both had rubbed up against her in suggestive ways when they thought I was not looking.
"He knocked on the door about three o'clock. I thought it was you." she stopped talking as the first shudders of her orgasm began to shake her hips and belly. I could taste her come now, sweet and fruity, overpowering the salt musk of his ejaculate, and I continued to apply my tongue to the stiff nub of her clitoris and swallow her slime as hungrily as I had sucked at his.
When she was done, she relaxed and lay back panting on the bed. I lifted my head to look at her. She smiled down at me and stroked my cheek, trailing a finger through a stream of cum that had seeped out of the corner of my mouth.
"Now that's a view I hope to see a lot of," she whispered huskily.
