Nikki plopped down on the couch; her admittedly large glass of wine to one side of her, the remote to the other, Darren Junior down for the night, Darren Senior out in his studio, and two hours until bedtime for her to stream Real Housewives. Perfection! Smile warming as she took a long sip of her wine, wiggling into the couch. Of course when she hit play there was an ad, she really had to just get into Darren's account and pay the extra five or whatever dollars for the ad free subscription.
Instinctively she had her hand on her phone filling those 88 seconds with something besides ads for birth control or make-up. Not that she didn't need either but she was already on birth control after DJ and she wasn't one for too much make-up. She wished the make-up would turn her modestly pretty face into the beautiful ones in the ad, but knew it would never be the case. She was just average all around. A nothing special twenty-eight year old suburban working mom. One who jogged Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays took walks on her lunch break every work day. A mom who kept herself as slim as when she'd first married her husband Darren.
The show barely got started it seemed before there was another ad. Same ones as before, just like it was all the same social media posts as before when she picked up her phone. She cycled through the three she was a member of, when none of those had anything for her she hit the last button. Securacam 5000! came up on her screen for a moment, replaced with the apps landing page. A square with four live feeds in one corner, all her options throughout the rest of the screen. It wasn't until it was open that she remembered she'd forgotten the thing at the daycare today.
Securacam was the company in Ireland she'd bought the "Nanny Cam" from. A high tech masterpiece as far as Nikki was concerned. 4 cameras hidden in a stuffed light up robot. Only as the chat consultant had told her she'd left the batteries out of that separate compartment, because nobody suspected a thing of being a spy cam if the batteries were out of it. The lights were there just to hide the camera lenses. One on each side of the square robot body. So it got almost every angle. And it was getting the right angle now!
Right now it showed the woman who watched her son bent over in front of the refrigerator. The woman's big butt might as well be bare with how tight her yoga pants were. Coming across in crystal clear high def was Samantha's husband Harris stepping up behind her pressing his crotch into her large backside while running his hands over the rest. A wash of guilt ran over Nikki and she almost exited the app. Really what she almost did was throw her phone across the room, mortified by what was on it. The second response was to go for the X.
Only she did neither.
Hesitating, it wasn't like she was in the same room with them. That's what she'd been freaked about, embarrassed like she'd walked in on them. Literally the only person who knew she was watching, was her. Even knowing she'd have heard the clatter of the garage door opening if Darren had come in, she checked before pulling her hand away from overtop her phone. Double tapping it, turning it to the side so the once postage stamp size image took up the entire screen.
"My ride is going to be here any minute." Samantha said with some attitude to her husband while not coming out of her provocative position, or giving any other indicator she wanted her husband to stop.
"You said nine at the earliest. That's fifteen minutes!" And he started slowly peeling his wife's pants down.
She didn't say anything until he had her butt barred. It was more than twice the size of Nikki's, it was a BIG butt. Still the slim woman sipping her wine while electronically voyeuring was jealous. It was a hot bubble butt that Samantha's husband clearly liked, and Samantha's husband was really hot. Both of them were a good decade older than Darren and herself, not that they really looked it. Harris especially, Nikki had seen him doing some roof work once when she'd picked up DJ. He was in amazing shape, she'd nearly stumbled because it was like an old diet soda commercial with him guzzling down some water with his muscles glistening. She shivered now even at the memory.
"Don't blame me if you don't get off before Charlotte gets here." Which wasn't exactly the answer Nikki would expect to hear, certainly not what she would have said to Harris if the handsome dark haired guy was her husband. It also wasn't the answer Harris wanted because his head sagged for a second, before coming back up. "And if you do, don't you dare finish inside me. I'm not going to sit on a nine hour flight with cum dripping out of me."
"Nope, I'm going to cum all over this ass I love so much." And speaking of asses Nikki had to check she was alone again as Harris pushed out of his own pants, exposing a pale but gorgeous butt. It was all tight and basically looking like Darren's never had or would. "Gonna cum ALL over it."
"Oh my god!" That was Nikki, not Samantha who did nothing but grip the inside of the refrigerator.
Nikki said it because Harris turned to the side to slap a big fat dick against his wife's big fat ass. Samantha at least let out a moan as Harris ran that thing through her crack, squatting down before stuffing the monster inside the lucky chubby. Nikki was jealous, confused, and... aroused. She couldn't see the penetration but she knew it was happening, by the couple's noises. Mostly she saw Harris' amazing ass go as he worked himself into his wife.
Licking her lips Nikki once more checked that she was alone, pausing the Real Housewives for the Real Pornwife. That done she bit her bottom lip, telling herself not too. But Samantha decided it, pushing back against her husband until he was out of her and she was out of the refrigerator. Going to the sink where she could have more support from the counter, plus watch for her ride to the airport.
"Hurry up!" She growled back at him, when he didn't thrust it right back in her but instead dropped to his knees, kissing her big butt and clearly intending to eat her out, rim her, or both. All three of which Nikki would never stop from happening. Smiling like she'd said, "Fuck me hard!" as he stood up, expertly getting himself back inside her. "Give it to me Harris!"
"Fuck yes I will." And he started going.
From the side angle she could see more. Especially as Samantha climbed further up on the sink, for support and to look further out the driveway for her ride. Nikki could see it all. Harris' long one sliding in and out of his wife's tight hairless pussy. See as Harris roughly handled that big ass, splaying it apart, mashing it together, basking in it.
Biting her bottom lip again Nikki did what she'd told herself not to, felt like a creeper but at the same time... It was an extra turn on. This was REAL sex. They had no idea they were being recorded. Sliding her hand down into her pajama shorts was all she needed to do to be touching herself, she never wore panties to bed. She was really wet, her fingers slide right into herself, lusting after the big dicked Harris she hesitated only a moment before deciding on four. They still weren't as big as he was but it was way more than she was used too.
"Fuck!" She hissed, fighting to keep her moans quiet, unlike she would have been if Harris had really been fucking her as hard as he was fucking his wife.
"Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes!" He called out, as he slammed into her with loud collisions.
"Hurry! Hurry! Oh! OH!" Samantha's body told the tale of her orgasm, but she was mostly silent once it hit her.
"You coming for me baby? Oh god, I'm almost there. Almost." His hands on her waist now he kept at it, pausing only to rip his shirt off, throw it aside.
