Sex, Lies and Videotape

“Hi. I didn’t think that you would ring, after last week…I’m sorry too….I know… (Laughter)….I was good-wasn’t I! (More giggling)…..I wasn’t THAT good… If you say so. (Laughter)…Yes, I’m wearing them…I suppose they might be a little bit wet…No! I’m not fingering myself! …. You know why! …In his office, working on that bloody computer…I wish that it was porn… (Laughter)…They are inside my knickers now….yes, it does feel nice… (laughter)…of course it’s not as nice as your cock…it’s very, very wet!”
I couldn’t believe my ears.

I know that it’s rude to eavesdrop, but I had come downstairs for a cup of tea, when I’d heard my wife speaking to someone on the phone. I waited outside the living room, listening to her one-sided conversation, mesmerised.

“I can’t…he might come in…. (Laughter)…stop it! I’ve got to go…I’m just as frustrated…I might… (Laughter)…I can’t wait for Thursday either…7.30, at the Sandpiper… (Laughter) If that’s what you want me to wear…I’m sniffing them now…. (Laughter)…you know I do…..You’ll just have to play with yourself then, won’t you! (Laughter)…… Bye.”
Shocked and shattered, I staggered back to my office, in a daze.
I sat mulling over her words, for ages, trying to convince myself that there may be an innocent explanation-no chance!

I was devastated. I naively thought that we were happily married.
All kinds of disgusting/erotic thoughts spun through my head. Amazingly, I had a raging hard-on!

Linzi, my wife, was a 5ft. 4, 28yr.old slim, and is a redhead with 32b breasts. I’m 37, 5ft.6, slightly over weight, greying around the temples, and a computer engineer.
As far as I was concerned, our sex life was fine. We had been married for four years, so we had stopped swinging from chandeliers, but we had sex most weeks, usually on a Saturday, after we had been out with friends, for a nice meal. I wasn’t averse to ‘going south’ and Linzi, after some initial reluctance, had developed a liking for sucking me (but only as foreplay). I knew, exactly, how to make her come; so why would she have the need to look elsewhere? And who with?

‘Knock-knock’. I nearly jumped out of my skin. “I’ve brought you a cup of tea; are you going to be long?” Linzi asked as she put the cup on my desk.

“Em, no,” I stuttered, “I’m nearly finished.” I looked at her, the picture of innocence, dressed in a short blue skirt and white blouse. She was gorgeous, still the beauty that I’d fallen in love with, six years previously. Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than I’d realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to.

‘My God!’ she’d changed before my eyes, and I had missed it – I was taking her for granted.
As she turned to walk away. I’d swear that there was a ‘sway’ in her walk.
When I joined her on the sofa, she automatically swung her legs across my lap, and wiggled her toes – for a foot massage.

I obliged, as she watched some hospital drama, on TV, as if nothing had happened.
My mind was racing, alternating between confronting her, and getting turned on at the memory of her phone conversation. I couldn’t believe that she had openly masturbated for him, when she had talked to him-what kind of hold did this man have on her.
Suddenly, Linzi changed position, and her leg brushed against my bulge. “Ooh! Someone’s in a good mood!” she laughed as she ran her toes along my shaft.
“We’ll go to bed when this is finished; I’ve got to be up early, tomorrow, anyway.” She smiled.
As I got undressed, I glanced at her, in the mirrored wardrobes. She was a fantastic looking woman. I could understand why another man would find her attractive. Desperately not wanting to stare, her firm breasts looked magnificent as she freed them from her bra.
‘It was a Wonderbra? When had she started to wear that?’

I walked past her as she stepped out of a tiny, black, G-string. I HAD noticed this change of underwear, earlier in the year, and I approved, but this looked smaller, and sexier than her usual ones-or the ones that I remembered her wearing.
I think that she had, also, lost a bit of weight.

When had I stopped ‘noticing’ my wife? Had I sent her into the arms and bed of another man?
When she slipped under the covers, her hand went straight to my cock. “Ooh! You’re still happy, then” she laughed. She had a sexy chuckle, which I took for granted.
Linzi’s delicate fingers stroked and squeezed my shaft, as she kissed my neck.

“I know what you would like” she whispered as she threw back the duvet, and slid down my body. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip as she pulled the foreskin back. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked my engorged knob. This felt good-very good-I’d forgotten how good her blowjobs could be.

My hands were firmly massaging her shoulders as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. This was fantastic! Her mouth was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her hands, which were rubbing my shaft, and balls.
My balls were beginning to ache.

The look of lust on her face, as she straddled my cock, was out of this world. Her eyes were sparkling as my 6 inches sank into her soaking cunt. She buried her face into my chest and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! It was all over in a couple of minutes. What felt like a pint of come shot out of my cock into her womb.
After kissing my chest she whispered, “My turn now,” and slowly ground her crotch into my groin, until her clit was in contact with my pelvis. Her speed picked up immediately. I held my breath, to try to keep my cock inflated, as she bucked and fucked until she ‘came’ with a loud sigh.

Seconds later, she rolled off, pulled the duvet up, switched the light off and went to sleep, with a cheeky grin on her face.
I hardly slept. In my mind I believed that, to confront her about an affair I would need some real evidence.

The following morning, Wednesday, after Linzi had gone to work, I began looking around the house for ‘evidence’ of her infidelity.

In the wardrobe were a couple of dresses and skirts that I hadn’t seen before – I would have noticed – they were very short! Some of her shirts and tops were a ‘bit revealing’. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation.
Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I had only seen her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups, Wonderbra’s and even a green basque, which I had definitely never seen her wear!

In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My heart sank with this last set of findings. She knew how much I liked her to wear stockings, but she’d always told me that they were uncomfortable, and had only worn them on ‘special occasions’ in the early days of our marriage, yet, now, I could see 6 different sets in front of me.

I sat on the edge of the bed with tears in my eyes.
This was, obviously, worse than I had thought, and must have been going on for a long time. As I worked away from home a lot, two or three nights a week, she had plenty of opportunity. Naively I had believed her, when she had told me that she would visit her mother, neighbours or friends from work, when I was out of town.
The bitch would pay!

When I had enough ‘evidence’ I would divorce her, and she wouldn’t get a penny. I presumed that she would bring her lover home, on Thursday night, when I would be away.
I concocted a plan, involving hiding my digi-cam in the bedroom to catch her with him, in my bed.

I spent the rest of the morning hiding the camera, with a time delay, set for 11.15pm (Thursday), with a sticker over the recording light, among her ‘cuddly toys’ in the corner.
I tried it on several settings, before I was satisfied. Finally the wide-angle lens would capture anything that happened on the bed, by a stroke of luck it would also catch their reflections in the mirrored wardrobes.

On Thursday morning Linzi dropped me at the airport, and as we kissed goodbye, she had no idea what I had planned for that night.
After a busy day, at a factory near Prague, I phoned home at 7pm UK time.
We chatted about our working days and Linzi mentioned that she would be going around her friend, Emily’s house, for a girlie chat, and a bottle of wine.
I lay on my bed all evening worrying about what my wife was getting upto, while I was stuck, alone, in a Holiday Inn bedroom. Although I was furious, I still had two wanks thinking about her antics.

When I arrived home on the Friday, I knew that I had two hours, to view my ‘evidence’ before Linzi would return from work.
I ran up the stairs, two at a time. Sure enough my camera was still in its’ hiding place and the settings told me that it had recorded for an hour.

As I hurried out of the bedroom to link it to my laptop, I stopped at the ‘wash-basket’. With my heart pounding, I lifted the lid. All I could see were a couple of bath towels and a T-shirt. But, when I removed the second towel a gold g-string fell to the floor. The thin crotch was caked white with dry spunk. A matching bra was lying on top of a low cut blouse, which was next to a pair of fine black hold up stockings. My heart sank.

I quickly linked the camera to the laptop, and started my film. Horrified, I realised that I still had the dirty g-string in my hand, and dropped it on my desk. As the picture whirred into life, the bedroom was in darkness, but, as the door was open, I could see that there was a light on the staircase. Linzi was in the house.

I could hear music and voices, but nothing else. I fast-forwarded for thirty minutes, until I saw a figure walk past the door, going to the bathroom. I re-wound and studied the picture. It wasn’t very clear, but the man appeared naked (his huge cock was sticking out!) and he was black!

A minute or two later the man re-appeared. As he walked past the bedroom door I could see him crudely tugging at his cock, trying to make it hard again.
My own penis was as stiff as board. Without thinking I pulled it from my pants, and lifted Linzi’s dirty knickers to my face. Within seconds I had blown my wad all over my stomach.
After cleaning myself up, I replaced the underwear in the basket, and started working normally on the laptop, answering e-mails.

Linzi arrived home at 5.30, and greeted me as normal. As usual we chatted while she prepared the evening meal, what was different, though, was that I kept looking at her; imagining her having sex with her black lover.
Later in the night, Linzi asked what my plans were for the following week, this wasn’t unusual but I knew that she was planning to be with her lover.
“Monday and Thursday” I told her, “Why?”

“No reason. Tracy, from work asked if I fancied going out for a pizza, one night, that’s all.” She replied, not taking her eyes off the TV.
An hour or so later, I told her that I had to check the computer for an important e-mail. Hopefully this would give her the opportunity to ring him, and I could plan to gather my evidence.

Sure enough, 3 minutes after I had left the room, I heard her whispering into her phone.
“Hi! It’s me….(giggling)…of course, it’s still sore-I knew it would be…….he’s going to be away on Monday and Thursday, can you come over?…please…..What about Monday, after you’ve been to the gym? Please, even if it’s only an hour…Great……who?…I didn’t know that you had a brother…(laughter)…that sounds fun…no!…I’ve got to go…he’ll be back down in a minute…no! Well, perhaps when I go to the toilet…(laughter)…that’s when it gets really sore, you had better not be so rough next time…well, alright, a little bit rough. (Laughter)…7 o’clock, fine. Bye.”

While Linzi was shopping with her mum, on the Saturday, I put my plan into action.
I’d decided that she must only fuck him in the living room, and not the bedroom (how thoughtful), so I hid the digi-cam among some of my books and magazines, on a high shelf, that overlooked the sofa. By linking the camera to the video I would be able to tape 3 hours of evidence.

Not wanting any mistakes, I took the fuse out of the TV plug, on the Monday morning. I told her that there was a problem with the TV that I would fix when I got home, but there was a programme that I was going to tape on the VCR, so not to worry when it began to record (sneaky – huh?)

It was another long day and night, thinking about Linzi and her black lover, and worrying about my marriage.

I had already cancelled all of my appointments for the Tuesday so arrived home at 10am. I, immediately, went to the VCR. It had recorded. Great I would have all the evidence that I needed to divorce the bitch. I quickly put the fuse back into the TV plug, so I could view my evidence. While it was re-winding, I went to the bathroom, for a pee. When I’d finished I stared at the wash-basket. The bitch’s underwear would be in there from the previous night. Again, I couldn’t resist looking. Sure enough, partially hidden was a tiny black and pink g-string (caked in dry punk), a matching bra, that wouldn’t have covered anything, and a suspender belt and stockings (both had spunk stains on them). My mind was racing – what had she done to leave this amount of stains?

With stained panties in hand, I sat down to watch my evidence. As the tape whirred into life, Linzi was sitting exactly where I was now, wearing one of the mini-dresses that I had found last week, and she was drinking a large glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. This shocked me as much as anything else – I had never seen her smoke! It looked very natural, as she kept looking at her watch, taking big puffs and exhaling large plumes of smoke.
After five minutes I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, she ran out of the room.

I was nervous and excited, as I was about to see the identity of her mysterious lover.
My heart was pounding as she walked back into the living room, followed by the tall black man. My eyes were on stalks as I recognised him. Barry, a mechanic that used to work at the garage, which her brother owns. Just as I came to my senses, Barry was followed in, by another black guy – just as tall but much younger, perhaps 18 or 19.

Linzi motioned for the young guy to sit down, as she took hold of Barry and smothered him in kisses. His hands went straight to her arse. As he squeezed tightly, he lifted the hem of the dress up, so the other guy could see her stocking tops and panties. Linzi didn’t seem to care, as the guy sat grinning, and gave Barry a ‘double thumbs-up’.
“Who wants a beer?” I heard her ask.

Both men nodded. As she turned away, Barry grabbed at her breasts, and rubbed them very roughly. She just laughed at him as she pulled away.
I couldn’t make out what the men were saying, but they looked quite excited.
I now had time to take in what they looked like. Both were six feet tall, very muscular, with shaved heads, and their arms were covered in tattoos. They were, also, dressed alike; white vests, track bottoms, trainers and loads of gold chains.

Linzi came back with 4 cans of beer and another large glass of wine, for herself. When she placed them on the carpet, she deliberately flashed her arse and tiny pants for the men. (As I still had them in my hand, I sniffed them – they stunk of stale sex- but my cock was threatening to explode).

Linzi took a sip of wine, then returned to Barry, wrapping one hand around his neck as the other went straight to his cock.
“Bro. This is Linz. My white chick. Linz, this is Stu, my kid brother. I told him all about you. About how you can’t get enough black cock. He thinks that he might be able to help you out!” All three were laughing now.

Linzi had her back to Barry, but her hand was still rubbing his cock. He had one hand up the front of her dress, lewdly stroking her pubes and pussy, while he groped her breasts with the other.

“Hey! Bro. Are you ready to see what a good cock sucker she is?” Barry laughed as he unzipped her dress. Breaking off from stroking his cock, my wife dropped her arms and wiggled her hips – allowing the dress to fall to her ankles.
She looked amazing standing in her underwear. I was right about the bra. One of her breasts popped out of the cup, as she stepped out of the dress. Barry kissed her neck as he pulled the other one out too. His big black hands smothered her small milky white breasts as he began rolling her nipples in his fingers.

“Are you gonna’ put on a good show on for the boy?” I heard him laugh, as my wife dropped to her knees, in front of him.
Grinning from her head to her toes she nodded vigorously.
Slowly and deliberately she pulled his joggers over his hips. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she took his massive cock out of his pants!

Shit! It was nearly twice as big as mine was, and I’m not especially ‘small’.
Linzi, immediately, smothered it in kisses from the base to the tip. Her eyes were twinkling, with lust, as she took the huge, bell-end into her mouth. Grabbing his arse with one hand and the shaft with the other, her head bounced back and forth as 4, 5, then 6 inches went in.
Barry took off his vest, and kicked his pants to one side, exposing a ‘ripped and toned’ body.
Linzi never stopped sucking for a second. Her whole body was moving in time as she took more and more cock into her mouth.

“Bro. Pass me my beer.” Barry called to his brother. His hips were now in rhythm with Linzi, as the last inch slowly slid down her throat. Nonchalantly swigging from the can, he took her bra off, so he could, roughly, play with her tits, as his full cock filled my wife’s mouth and throat. He laughed, “You didn’t believe me, when I told you that she could swallow the lot. Did you?”
His brother was in hysterics laughing on the sofa.
For the next 4 or 5 minutes he fucked Linzi’s face, sliding 5 or 6 inches of cock in and out at a time.

Tapping Linzi on the head, he told her, “It’s Stu’s turn now. Give him the works.”
His cock looked even bigger as it emerged from her ruby red lips. With a final kiss on the tip, Linzi turned to face Stu, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. By comparison, his cock was quite ‘normal’. Perhaps only 6 or 7 inches long!

As before, she kissed and licked the shaft and knob until it was wet enough for her to swallow. In one lingering manoeuvre, she pushed her head forward, making his cock disappear, in to her mouth. Because he was sitting on the edge of the sofa, Linzi was bent double, her arse sticking out towards Barry.

When he finished his beer, he knelt behind her and ran his hand between her legs, making her shudder.
“Nice and wet, as usual!” He cackled, as he pulled her pants to one side, and slid two fingers into her love-box. Linzi spread her legs further, and wiggled her hips. “Are you gonna fuck her?” Stu asked his brother.

“She wouldn’t let us out alive if I didn’t!” He replied, as he ran the fat knob along her slit.
“Fantastic!” the boy groaned, “I’ve never double teamed before!”
As Barry prodded her hole with the tip of his huge cock, Linzi slid her hand between her legs until she was parting her love-lips for him. With a slight roll of the hips, his cock was inside my wife. Linzi jerked forward and gagged on the young boy’s cock, in her mouth, as her lover gripped her hips.

When the last few inches sank in, she spat the cock from her mouth and bit her lip, as Barry speeded up, making her body shake.
Linzi looked incredibly sexy, as her ivory coloured body was sandwiched between these two ebony musclemen.

“Come on, keep sucking! I’m nearly coming!” Stu shouted as he grabbed her head, and forced his meat back into her mouth. With a grin on his face, Barry grabbed her hips tighter and speeded up, nearly forcing Stu’s balls into my wife’s mouth!
I could see that her eyes were closed tightly and she was grimacing, because of the power of his thrusts. But she showed no signs of trying to stop him.
“That’s it! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Stu called out, perhaps expecting Linzi to remove his cock. Instead she furiously rubbed the shaft, until he gasped and I could see her throat muscles swallowing his ejaculation.

“Fuck! She swallowed my spunk! She swallowed it!” Stu told his brother, with a look of wonderment on his face.
Barry had slowed down, now, but was still fucking her, six inches at a time.
Linzi pulled the cock from her mouth. Gasping for air, she smiled at Stu, then with a final squeeze, sucked the last drops out of his knob, then she cleaned his knob, with her tongue. Barry leaned forward, pushing everything that he had into her, and whispered something in her ear. She closed her eyes, grinned and nodded her head.

Still on his knees, he withdrew his massive, glistening, cock from her pussy.
“Pull them cheeks apart!” he told her. With her face resting on Stu’s lap, she obliged. Shuffling her legs further apart, she spread her arse cheeks for him.
OH! MY GOD! He lined his throbbing purple knob against her tiny arsehole. He was going to fuck her arse! He would split her in two, was all I could think.
Barry had to hold his cock in place as it slowly made it’s way into the tiny space. Each inch brought a grunt or a groan from my wife.

“YeeeessSSSSS!” She screamed, “YeeeessSSSSS!”
“You like that?” Barry groaned through gritted teeth, as he withdrew 6 or 7 inches out of her tight hole.
“YeeeessSSSSS!” She screamed again. “It’s so…….good. So …..Fucking good! YeeeessSSSSS! Faster, faster!” She continued, as Barry rammed her arse.
By the way that she was rocking her hips, meeting every thrust, this wasn’t the first time that she had been fucked in the arse.

What had my lovely wife turned into?
It took a couple of minutes, but they finally made it – his whole cock, all 9 or 10inches was inside her arse! Taking advantage of the situation, Stu pushed his flaccid cock back into her mouth. Within seconds I could see it begin to swell as she eagerly sucked it while caressing his balls, until it was hard again.

When Barry increased the speed of his fucking, she tried to stop sucking, but the boy held it in her mouth as she screamed, with pain, as Barry’s arse fucking became more frenzied.
Linzi was howling, in agony, when Barry’s face contorted. His cock was so far inside her; his rough pubes were pressed against her soft, white, bum cheeks, as he pumped his seed into her.

Linzi spat the cock out of her mouth, when Barry collapsed on top of her. Stu finished what Linzi had started, by crudely wanking in her face until he spewed his spunk across her cheeks and into her hair. She appeared helpless as he squirted the last drops into her open mouth.
The three lovers clung together, as they gasped for air. After a couple of minutes, Barry put a hand on her shoulder, and withdrew his cock from her arse. Linzi’s eyes were contorted with pain, as the monster slid out. Falling forward, onto her hands and knees, I was greeted with the site of her arse, in full view of the camera. Her tiny, puckered, hole was now gaping wide open, the size of a golf ball.

My hand was a blur, as I shot a load of spunk into a handkerchief.
Now sitting against the sofa, drinking a beer, Barry, waved his cock towards Linzi, “Come on baby, you know what you have to do now.”
Crawling towards him, on her hands and knees, his spunk, dripping from her stretched hole. Linzi flopped into his lap, and proceeded to lick the spunk and shit from his black, gnarled, cock.

Linzi licked and sucked with great vigour, in her quest to please him.
“You ever fucked a white honey?” Barry asked his brother, between swigs of beer.
“No. Do you think she would let me?” Stu grinned.

Laughing at his brothers’ stupidity, Barry asked Linzi, “Do you mind if he fucks you?”
She removed the dirty cock, and turned her head; “Have you got any spunk left?” she raised her eyebrows, as she said it.
“Yes, I think so!” Stu replied, tugging at his stiffening manhood.
“Then be my guest.”

Rising onto all fours she spread her legs and nonchalantly continued licking Barry’s floppy cock.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Stu slipped his dick into Linzi’s dripping pussy.
For a couple of minutes he gently fucked my wife as he stroked her dangling breasts, while she sucked Barry back to hardness.

Stu gradually became more confident as pummelled my wife’s pussy, sliding one finger then a second into her bloated arsehole. Linzi flung her head back, when he began twisting his fingers, “Ooh! That feels good. Ooh, YeeeessSSSSS. Faster, faster.” She screamed as he increased the tempo. Linzi was, now pushing herself backward to meet each stroke.
Stu looked at Barry, who grinned and nodded. As if he could read his brother’s mind, Stu pulled his cock and fingers out of her holes at the same time, making Linzi squeal with pleasure. “What are you stopping for?” She shouted frantically.
“I’m not stopping, just changing holes!” The boy laughed as he sank his black cock into her arse.

“Ohhhhhhh!” She groaned as Stu filled her back passage. “Oh, baby, baby! That’s good. That’s fucking good!” Linzi looked over her shoulder, to see her young lover grinning like a Cheshire cat. Probably because he had already orgasmed twice, Stu showed no signs of slowing up as he banged away, making Linzi scream with pleasure.
I was so engrossed in Stu fucking her arse; I hadn’t noticed Barry slide between his brother’s legs. Stu moved onto his haunches, without taking his cock out of my wife’s arsehole. Barry guided his cock into her pussy, while his brother continued banging her arse.
“Yes! Yes! Fucking Hell! What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? Oh yesssssss!” Linzi screamed, as the monster cock filled her pussy, while the smaller one filled her other hole. “Barry! Barry! What are you doing to me?” She continued screaming, “YeeesssSSS! Faster, faster….fuck me faster!”

Linzi was shaking with excitement, as both men rammed her holes.
Thank God, we live in a detached house, slightly away from our neighbours. Linzi’s screams would have woken the dead.

“Aaaaaaggghhhh! Yessssssss! Yessssssss!” She screamed even louder, as an intense orgasm engulfed her body.
Stu increased the speed of his fucking, until his body tensed, as he shot his third load, of the night, right into my wife’s arse. As he pulled out, I could see strings of spunk trailing from her hole.

While Stu slumped on the sofa, Barry gripped Linzi’s limp body, and ‘rattled away’ with his hips, finally fucking the life out of my wife. His cock was awesome, as it slipped in and out, 8 or 9 inches at a time.

Linzi could only purr and groan, as Barry finished himself off with a series of violent thrusts.
After lying entwined for a couple of minutes, Barry told her to get off him.
Tentatively, Linzi rose to her knees, still with his cock sticking in her pussy. Then she rose to her feet, letting him slide out. As it did, a burst of spunk squirted out, landing on the carpet.
She seemed unsteady, on her legs, as she gulped from her wineglass, but the smile on her face, told its own story.

Barry picked up the tiny knickers, which had, earlier, been discarded, and wiped his shrinking cock.
“Shit, Barry that was fantastic. I know what you told me….. But… fuck, man, she’s awesome.” Stu told his brother.

Linzi had now regained her composure, and stood between them, smoking a cigarette, clad only in her black stockings, suspender belt and heals.
“Time to go.” Barry said, looking at his watch, “I told Shelly that I would be home by 9.”
Linzi never took her eyes off his cock, as he pulled his joggers up.
With a quick kiss on the lips, for Linzi, Barry and his brother left.
Linzi spent the next few minutes, tidying the room, then, satisfied that everything was the same as at the beginning of the night, she collected the cans and glasses, and walked out.
Just as the tape was about to end, she re-entered the room, dressed in her bathrobe, with a towel around her hair.

She put a CD in the player, and squirmed uncomfortably as she sat on the sofa. With a huge smile on her face, she sipped her wine.

Over the next couple of months I used my digi-cam to spy on my wife whenever I worked away from home. I was lucky several times, if I overhear her making arrangements, with her lover, I set the recorder accordingly.

On these occasions, I filmed Linzi and her lover, Barry, fucking and sucking for hours on end.
Their behaviour became predictable, on most visits. Linzi would answer the door, dressed in sexy underwear. Within seconds of entering the living room she would have his cock out of his pants and halfway down her throat. Sometimes, if he was in a hurry (coming home from work or the gym), he would be satisfied with a blowjob – always splashing his come on her face.
More often, than not, she would suck him or deep-throat him for 5 or 6 minutes, then he would fuck her pussy, finish in her arse, and she would lick his dick clean. The ‘action’ never lasted more than an hour. He would have a beer or a cup of coffee, then go home. At first I was relieved that she was only using him for sex, and wasn’t actually in love with him, but the longer it went on, the more I realised that she was hooked on him, like a drug addict.
Occasionally he would be in a hurry and be satisfied with a blowjob, when he would blow his wad in her mouth, which she would gratefully swallow.

On other occasions, I set the camera up in the hope that Barry would arrive. Several times, all I recorded was my wife watching TV. It would be obvious by the way that she was dressed, that nothing was planned, so I would stop the tape after 10 or 12 minutes.
One day, just as I was about to switch the tape off, I heard the doorbell ring. Dressed in her work clothes, Linzi looked puzzled as she left the room. Out of curiosity, I continued to watch. Looking a little bit confused, Linzi re-entered, followed by Barry’s brother, Stu. He looked a bit drunk.
The tape sound wasn’t great, as the TV was still playing, so it was difficult to hear what they were saying.

Stu flopped onto the sofa, while Linzi nervously stood in the middle of the room. It became evident that he was clumsily asking for sex. Linzi didn’t seem interested. Stu became agitated and stood up. He threw his jacket on the floor, unfastened his combat pants and pulled his swollen cock out of his boxers, waving it at her. Linzi seemed to be telling him to put it away and leave.

After a few minutes, he seemed to get the message, and started to pull his combats up. His head dropped and he began to get very upset, apologising and on the verge of tears.
Linzi took pity on him, moved towards him and placed her arms around his shoulders. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, then whispered something. He cheered up instantly.
Removing one of her hands, she placed it on his soft penis, gently tugging on it. A huge smile lit up his face, as her tugging started to take effect.

Sliding down his young body, Linzi’s face was in front of the now, very hard black cock.
The bitch just couldn’t resist, could she?
Like the expert that she was, she enveloped the fat head with her lips. Stu rested his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking my wife’s mouth.
She tapped him on the thigh, and motioned him to lie down, on the sheepskin rug. They ended up in a 69- type position. Her mouth was clamped around half of his cock as she lifted her skirt and pulled at the elastic of her tights. He got the message and pulled them and her knickers off her legs. Her sucking was becoming faster, and the boy was getting closer to the edge, when she opened her legs for him. Stu knew exactly what to do, and buried his face in her cunt, lapping at her like a puppy. He must have found her clitoris very quickly as she began to crush his head in her vice-like grip. Her body shook like she’d had an electric shock, when she orgasmed. It was all too much for the boy, his cock fell from her mouth and he sprayed jets of white spunk all over her face and hair.
Not wanting to let it go to waste, Linzi tried her best to catch some in her mouth, but there was too much and it was coming out too quickly.

Five minutes later, as Linzi recovered, lying on her back with her legs wide open, Stu stood up, fastened his combats, appeared to say ‘thanks’, and left.

One of my other ‘lucky captures’ was on a Friday night, when I had to attend an exhibition in London. Expecting her to go clubbing and return with Barry, I set the timer for 1am.
Sure enough, at 1.10, the house lights went on, but instead of Barry, a very drunk Linzi arrived holding hands with two guys in suits. One black (of course!), and one white. They both looked about 40 and could have been sales reps or something similar. The black guy was about 5ft. 10, well groomed, with a goatee beard, and his friend was shorter and slimmer.

Linzi staggered across the room to put a CD (Macy Gray) on the hi-fi.
After dropping her jacket on a chair, she began to drunkenly dance with the black guy, sloppily kissing him at the same time.
His hands went straight to her cute arse (partly to keep her from falling over). When he met no resistance, he pulled her dress up and over her hips, just as Barry had done some months ago, exposing her fleshy arse, pink g-string and stockings to his friend.
The white guy joined them, by pressing himself against her back, grinding his hips into her exposed buttocks.

Linzi let her head fall against the second guy’s chest, as the black one stroked and kissed her tits. She was in ecstasy as they pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her in matching pink underwear. Her Wonderbra made her tits look huge. The black guy obviously agreed as he buried his head in her ample cleavage, licking and kissing her sweaty breasts. Number two had taken his jacket and shirt off, by now and was kicking his shoes into the corner.

He turned Linzi to face him, and sunk his tongue into her mouth, she responded instantly, by unclipping his belt and pulling his zip down. When she placed her hands on his bulge, his trousers dropped to his ankles. Very deftly he stepped out of them as Linzi released his throbbing cock from his pants. She broke from her kiss to look at it. Smaller than her black lovers, she wasn’t disappointed; it must have been 6 or 7 inches long and quite thick (again, bigger than mine). She turned her eyes back to his and raised her eyebrows, to express her pleasure.

Number 1 was now naked and standing behind her. Slightly dipping his knees, he moved forward and pressed his cock between her legs. Linzi jumped with shock, and moved away from them. Laughing at her reaction, Number 1 placed his hands on his hips, breathed in and waved his cock at her.
If she was happy with Number 2, she was positively overjoyed with Number 1. It looked every inch as big as Barry’s cock.

Linzi unclipped her bra, tweaked her nipples and fell to her knees, between the two men. Her hands immediately went to their dicks. Nature took over and she began sucking on the large black cock, as she wanked the white one. Both men played with her tits as she alternated sucking them. The white guy said something to his friend, who nodded agreement. He then helped Linzi stand up. Her face was covered in a drunken, sloppy, grin as she lay on the sofa.

Number 2 knelt between her legs, stroking her inner thighs, as Number 2 fed his cock into her mouth.
The white guy was running his fingers up and down her crack, making her squirm and wriggle with anticipation. Number 1’s eyes were a picture as he eased more and more of his black snake into her mouth and down her throat.

Number 2 had lifted her up to remove her soaking panties, which he threw on top of the TV.
Linzi couldn’t have spread her legs any further, as one was on the floor while the other ankle was hooked over the back of the sofa. Number 2 must have felt like a gynaecologist as he stroked and fingered her neatly trimmed pussy, while his friend was getting the deep-throat treatment at the other end.

As the black guy was gently fucking her throat his friend asked him and Linzi something. Number 1; just grinned and nodded, Linzi raised her eyebrows. With this, he moved his position until his cock was at her entrance. With his hands holding her legs in place, he slid in to her cunt.
Linzi’s body seemed to tense up for a moment, then she relaxed, and continued fucking the big black cock with her mouth, as the white guy fucked her pussy. When they realised that Linzi was really enjoying this, both men began to increase their speed, especially the guy fucking her. My wife was now wide eyed with excitement, her lower body was trying to meet his thrusts, but her position made that too difficult. Unsure what she wanted, Number 2 leant forward, grabbed one of her tits and pushed her left leg forward until her ankle was touching her shoulder.

She was now struggling to keep up with them, but they seemed oblivious to any distress, as the white guy started to really buck his hips, forcing his friend to cradle her head as he, himself was now increasing his own speed. In a flurry of bodies Number 2 flung his body back, gritting his teeth as he flooded her womb with his juices, which set his buddy off. The black guy was twitching so much; he pulled his cock out of Linzi’s mouth so quickly, spunk was flying in all directions, landing on her face, the sofa and his pal. Linzi straightened her body out, as Number 2 pumped his last few drops into her.
Number 1 slid to the carpet and held my wife’s hand. The white guy pulled out, and was still quite stiff. Not wanting to miss a once in a lifetime opportunity he moved in front of Linzi and asked her to lick him clean, which she did with pleasure.

When she had finished, Linzi appeared very drowsy. A brief conversation ensued, ending with one of them using our phone, to call a taxi. She made herself comfortable and fell in and out of sleep as the guys got dressed. 15 minutes later the guys picked up their jackets, and gently kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving her asleep on the sofa.

Our sex life soon became non-existent, as I was disgusted with both Linzi and myself. Just as she appeared to be hooked on sex with her black boyfriends, I was, also, hooked on watching her, and sniffing her soiled panties, at every opportunity.

As the year came to an end, I knew that our marriage couldn’t last, but I wasn’t prepared for the final chapter in our charade.
‘Ring, ring, ring’, I heard the phone, as I walked past the living room. I stopped and listened at the door. In hushed tones, I heard Linzi’s one- sided conversation.

“Hi….yes, busy in his room…..What do you think….I’m as horny as fuck….you told me that I had to wait….God, yes…..I need to fuck you now! I don’t think that I can wait until Thursday….Oh! Fuck, Barry! That sounds great…I’ll do it in the morning…he doesn’t look down there anymore, anyway….shit! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I answer the door…. (Laughter)…let me use the dildo….please….please….Fuck off!…You’d better be first through that door, because I’m going to fuck the first thing that moves! See you, Thursday. Love you.”

Nothing shocked me anymore. All I could think of was setting my camera up, for Thursday night.
The next few days were spent in the normal routine. We went through the motions, but even some friends had noticed the change in our relationship.

I rushed back from the airport on Friday lunchtime, to find the camera in it’s usual place, and as the tape rewound in the VCR, I checked the wash basket for her underwear. I was disappointed. All I could find were a pair of hold up stockings.

Returning to the living room with some Kleenex and a can of beer, I pressed ‘start’.
The room was empty, but I could hear music (Bob Marley). A couple of minutes passed, then Linzi appeared, wearing her bathrobe, carrying 10 or 12 cans of beer. She set them on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette. Nervously she looked at her watch.
It was apparent that they were creatures of habit. He always arrived between 7.15 and 7.30, and left at 9.30. I guessed that he, too, was married.
Over the sound of the music, I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, Linzi took her robe off, and threw it behind a chair.

She was naked, apart from her stockings and high-heels!
As she walked towards the door, I spotted that she had shaved and shaped her bright red pubes, into a diamond.

Moments later, three, laughing, black men entered the room. Linzi followed with Barry and Stu.
The two guys that sat on the sofa were in their mid twenties. Like Barry, they had shaved heads, tattoos and covered in gold chains and rings. Their t-shirts emphasised the muscles on their arms and chests. The other man was much older (late thirties), stockier and shorter. He looked just like Joe Frazier, the boxer.
She virtually skipped across the room, making her swollen tits bounce, when Barry asked for a beer. Deliberately keeping her legs together, and with a stiff back, she bent over to get some cans. The men cheered and ‘high-fived’, each other, as she passed them around.

Barry held onto her, by the waist, as he swigged from his can. Linzi was rubbing herself against his leg, like a bitch on heat. Apart from playing with a breast and tugging at a nipple, he ignored her while he talked to his pals.
Linzi couldn’t wait any longer, as she continued rubbing her crotch against him; she slipped a hand down his joggers, to feel his cock. Barry was in his element, pretending to be Mr. Cool as my white, sex craved wife played with his cock.

He let go of her waist and playfully spanked her arse, as she pulled his long, soft, dick out. She looked up for his approval before she began sucking on that enormous weapon. He nodded, so she fell to her knees, and began slobbering on the knob and veined shaft.

Stu and the others sat staring in amazement as Linzi licked and sucked Barry for their entertainment. It grew before their eyes as she pumped more and more blood into the shaft.
Barry steadied her tilted head with his hands, and slowly fed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. I was still amazed at her prowess at ‘deep-throat’, especially considering the size of that thing.
As she gently rocked on her knees, sliding 4 or 5 inches in and out at a time, Barry said something to the others. In an instant they were on their feet and clothing was quickly discarded.

As soon as he had withdrawn, ‘Joe Frazier’ immediately replaced him in her mouth, with the thickest cock that I had ever seen, as Linzi was surrounded, by four, new, rampant black cocks. Feverishly she gobbled on it as she jerked the others to hardness. Laughing and joking they pushed each other out of their way as they, each, forced their fat cocks into her waiting mouth.

Grabbing her head, and pushing it back, the short guy, looked at Barry, who nodded. Within seconds he was firing his spunk all over her face. Strands were going in her eyes and up her nose. She never budged. As he squeezed his last drops onto her tongue, Stu took over.

His hand was a blur, as he, too, exploded into her mouth. There was so much spunk, bubbles formed as she gasped for air, and it ran down her chin, onto her tits.
Linzi’s hands began rubbing it in to the skin of her soft breasts. I’d never seen her nipples look so hard or so long.

Now laughing hysterically, the other two pushed Stu away and placed their knobs together on her lips. As one, they spilled their hot, white goo, into her mouth and across her face.
Watching them wipe their used cocks on her face, I spontaneously ejaculated in my pants.
Barry spoke, at last, and his friends moved back. Grinning, Linzi sat back, onto her calves. Facing Barry, she licked her fingers clean as she wiped the excess love-juice into her mouth.
Her lover helped her to her feet. When she stood up he placed his massive hand between her parted legs. After he whispered something into her ear, she moved to the sofa.
With her arse on the edge, Barry took her ankles, and spread her legs as far as his arms would allow. The camera angle wasn’t terrific, but I could, just, make out her shaven pussy glistening for him. His cock looked enormous as it entered her.

Linzi let out a howl as he sank all 10 inches in. With her legs held apart by his arms, Barry proceeded to give her a ‘Helluva’ fucking. Linzi pulled his face into her shaking breasts as he hammered her bald cunt; for all that he was worth.

Stu and the others stood as close as they could, drinking beer and discussing the action like connoisseurs.
Barry, slowed down, and raised his head. Linzi relaxed her grip on him. His shiny black sword looked even bigger as it slid out.

Still holding her legs apart by the ankles, he said something to her. My wife vigorously nodded her head. Making sure that his friends were getting a good view, he nudged her ‘starfish’ with the tip of his cock. As usual it slid in with no resistance. The two, tall guys, jaws dropped, like in a cartoon, when Barry’s full 10 inches disappeared into her arse.
I could hear my wife screaming “Yes, yes, yes! OOOOHHHH! Fucking Hell! Yes, yes, yes!” as he increased his speed. Linzi was now bent double, resting on her shoulders, as he rammed her arse, “Ohhhhh! Barry! Barry! Fucking Hell! Barry!” she kept screaming. Biting his lip, he pulled out of her hole, dropped her legs and his shit stained cock erupted into her mouth. My wife clamped her lips around the shaft, so as not to spill a drop. After jerking his last few drops onto her face, Barry moved away, to get a beer.

Stu replaced his brother, in my wife’s pussy, while one of the tall ones knelt by her head, for her to eagerly suck him.
Barry and the others stood close by, naked, drinking beer, as Linzi looked in Heaven as the two men fucked her from both ends.
Stu was still ‘banging away’ when his pal spunked all over her face, for the second time.
Linzi rested her spunk-covered head on the arm of the sofa, as Stu raised her legs in the air.
Stu withdrew from her shaved pussy, and quickly pushed his cock into her arsehole, like his brother had done.

‘Joe Frazier’ and Barry were laughing out loud at my wife’s discomfort, as Stu fucked her arse, making her grunt like a pig. Stu turned to face his brother, as he sent more cum up her backside.
Linzi was panting for air as Stu slipped his cock out of her stretched hole.
Moving towards her, ‘Joe Frazier’ tugged at his gruesome cock. “Get on all fours!” I heard him growl. Linzi obeyed, immediately, facing the camera.

He knelt behind her, grabbed her by the waist and roughly rammed his cock into her. Linzi grimaced, as his fat cock stretched her arsehole. ‘Smokin’ Joe’ had an evil grin on his face as he fucked her. “Aaaaggghh! Oh, yesssss!” I could hear her moan, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she kept repeating, as she became acclimatised to his roughness.
“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She replied, through gritted teeth.
“So you like it Doggy style? Do you?” He continued as he abused my wife.
“Yes, yes, it’s fucking great! I love it.” She hissed.
“If you like it Doggy style, then bark like a dog!” He growled as the others, including Barry, laughed.
Linzi shook her head.
Fucking her so hard, now, she was struggling to stay on all fours, he shouted, “Never mind that, bitch! I said bark! Come on, bark like a fucking dog!”
“Woof, woof, WOOF!” Linzi complied.

All five men were laughing at Linzi’s humiliation.
“Right, you dirty bitch, that’s enough of that. You can suck me off now.” He told her as he pulled out.
Sitting back on his haunches ‘Frazier’ waved his cock at her. Linzi turned to face him, giving me a perfect view of her hideously over-stretched arsehole, when she bent forward.
Without touching my cock, I ejaculated for a second time, as Linzi proceeded to lick and suck his shit covered cock.

“I bet that her husband doesn’t know what she has had in her mouth when he kisses her goodnight!” ‘Frazier’ joked. Linzi’s head was now bobbing up and down, while she slid a hand between his legs to squeeze his hairy balls, as he pulled and tugged at her nipples.
“Oh yesss!” he hissed as he filled her mouth, once again with hot spunk.
Linzi attempted to roll onto her side, but Barry stopped her. Stu pulled some cushions from the sofa, and they placed them under her stomach, keeping her on her hands and knees.
In this position all five men fucked all three of her holes for another half-hour. At one stage Stu and another guy tried to get both of their cocks into her cunt at the same time.
I was covered in sweat, and spunk, as the men left my wife spread-eagled on the living-room floor, spunk dripping from every orifice.

As the tape whirred to a finish, I realised that I had watched all three hours, and Linzi would be coming home from work soon.

I, quickly, took the tape to my office. I had changed my soiled boxers, and was still unpacking my bag, when I heard her arrive home.
Tenderly, she hobbled upstairs to greet me, with a kiss. She went on to tell me that she had ‘hurt her back’ the following day. Little did she know that I knew the truth, behind her charade.
A month later, we separated and I presented her with a divorce petition. At first she was dumbfounded, but I told her about the first video that I had made.
We divorced six months later.
I still can’t stop watching the videos when I masturbate.