When we first started dating Clare, who is now my wife gave me the best sex of my life. We would make love for hours in every possible position. It was hot, steamy and fun. Over the last three years things have naturally tamed down a bit but we still have a normal sex life but I certainly can't complain.
Clare is a beautiful, 30 year-old woman. Italian-looks, athletic build with sumptuous breasts, a stunning ass and an amazing pussy with muscle control that a Bangkok ping-pong girl would be envious of.
Before I knew Clare, she had had some wild times at university. By all accounts she enjoyed sex and had her fair share of partners. One of my many fantasies was for her to, on occasion have sex with strangers and for me to watch. We talked about this and in a fantasy world she liked the idea, but in reality that was possibly a different thing. We have a two bedroom apartment near the centre of town, an easy walk to many bars and clubs. My suggestion was for Clare to go to a club and pick up a guy and come home and fuck him. Clare sportingly played along with the idea saying she would see how she felt when she got to the club, so we set a date for the following Friday.
In our bedroom I set up two small cameras, hidden unless you knew where they were. One in the bed head and another capturing the whole room from the corner. I cabled these through to the spare bedroom and linked them up to the TV so I could watch the action.
The following Thursday came up and not much had been said up to that point. Then Clare asked if I was sure about this, as it was my last chance to back out. I thought she would have probably been the one to back out so I nodded and said I was sure and told her how much I loved her.
Friday morning and Clare called in sick for work while I headed out, butterflies already in my stomach. She told me there were a few things she needed to get ready. When I got home I saw what she meant - she looked so hot. She had spent the day getting her hair and nails done and was now standing there in a tiny new black dress that hardly came to below her waist. She had stockings and heels and a smile on her face as she saw me go instantly hard.
"Hi Honey," she said still smiling, "hard day, I see," now looking at my crotch. I tried to say, "you look amazing!" but only managed to mutter as I lurched towards her plunging cleavage. "Ah, these aren't for you tonight! Remember?" she laughed and pushed me away.
We had a light meal as I certainly couldn't eat much and Clare seemed pre-occupied. We finished our meal and Clare told me it was time for me to go to my room. As she closed the door, she blew me a kiss, winked and said "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tonight!" I replied and smiled back.
The next few hours, I was on a complete wreck. My heart was racing, my ears stretched, waiting for the door to open. Would there be one set of footsteps or two? Finally, I heard the key in the door and two sets of feet, Clare laughing and a man's voice.
I was glued to the TV, waiting as they appeared, first Clare then the man. He was tall, dark and handsome - just like she liked them, with broad shoulders and chest, short black hair and a chiseled jaw.
Clare pushed him back onto the bed and stepped away to start a very slow, teasing strip. She faced away at first and swayed her ass slowly raising the back of her tiny dress to show the bottom of her ass, now perfectly framed by her lacy stocking tops and the bottom of the dress. The poor guy had an expression on his face probably similar to mine when I came home. She slowly turned around to face him, the front of the dress just covering her pussy and slowly raised it showing that she not only had no panties on but also that she had shaved that morning and was completely bald. His jaw dropped further. Now she pulled the dress off and stood there in just her stockings, bra and heels. As I mentioned, Clare has great breasts and her C cups were almost bursting out of the lace of the bra.
Working quickly now, Clare removed his shoes, socks and trousers pausing to admire the tent she had caused in the front of his boxers. He had unbuttoned his shirt and was now lying back as my wife removed his boxers. The look on her face was now anything but disappointment as she held his shaft and ran her tongue along the ridge to the top, pausing to flick it with her tongue so gently before another long lick. He collapsed back as she expertly sucked his balls while working the shaft and head with her hand before engulfing as much of his hard cock in her mouth as she could.
Clare looked directly at the camera in the bed head and gave a wicked wink, her mouth bulging with stranger's cock. I had been on the edge of coming since they came home and could hold out now longer, letting my cum fly into the first of my pile of towels. A few minutes after he also came and Clare swallowed every drop. She hardly ever does this for me claiming it tastes salty. Obviously, she was loving it!
