"Okay John, I want to make sure you want me to do this. You want me to go to the Big Hat Saloon, pick up your wife and take her over to the motel, right?"
"That's right Harry. And once you are there in the motel?"
"You want me to
fuck
her good," Harry replied, thrusting his hips forward emphasizing the word "fuck."
"Right, you can have whatever fun you want with her, but when it comes to you coming, I want your cock buried deep in her pussy, I want her taking in every ounce of your cum, you got that?"
"Okay, I just want to make sure that is exactly what you want, I mean this is a big step, a real big step."
"It's what I want, and I want the video camera to get it all," John said, rubbing his hand over his two day stubble. He then ran his hand up his face, over his puffy eyes, "As much sleep as I have lost over this whole thing, I think I should get some enjoyment out of it all."
"We will tape it, but you can watch the live feed on your computer too, on that link I sent you."
"Good, now keep in mind, you need to tell her you are married and..."
Harry held up his hand and showed his fake wedding ring. "Why is it so important that I be married?"
"Not just married, married and straying for the first time. Those are the safe ones in her mind."
"Ah, okay, I got you. I think I can handle that, exercising a seven year itch so to speak."
"There you go. Now tonight, get there about nine, that's when she usually leaves her lady friends on their 'Ladies Night Out' thing."
Harry reached out to shake John's hand, in a moment John extended his hand hoping his friend hadn't noticed his slight hesitation. "Just watch the video on that link," Harry said. He then stood up, walked to the door and stepped outside.
John went to his computer and checked the link. He confirmed the link was good, although without the video feed he found himself looking at a black screen with a few bars of information. He closed down his connection, returned to the living room and turned on the TV. His wife would be back from shopping in an hour or so and John would need to try to act normal until she headed out with her friends later that evening.
An hour or so actually turned out to be three hours and John had dozed off on the couch while waiting. He awoke to his wife breezing in the door and as she headed back to the bedroom to change he heard her say, "You'll need to take care of dinner for yourself, I'm simply running too late."
He got up and headed back to the room, watching her from the bedroom door as she quickly pulled off her clothes and headed to the shower. In just a few moments she returned pulling a towel over her body. She hung the towel over a chair and opened her drawer and pulled out a tiny pair of panties. When she pulled them on, John moved over to her, gently holding her at the elbows and said, "Why don't you stay home tonight. I'll open a bottle of wine and..."
"Sorry," she said, pulling free and grabbing a lace bra from her drawer, "we've had this set up for so long, we'd never get reservations again."
He watched her wrap the bra around her back and hook it, turning it around and then one by one grabbing each breast and slipping it into the bra. It always turned him on watching her maneuver herself into the bra and he decided to make one last effort. He moved up behind her and wrapped his arms and pulled her close to him, letting his hard cock grind against her ass.
"We can find something nice to do if you stay," he whispered into her ear.
"John," she said sternly, wrestling out of his arms, "I said I was late. Look if you're that worked up just pull it out and I'll give you a quick hand job."
"Hand job? I want you Ashley, I want you."
