by Thomas Henry
“So,” I said as I mixed Tanqueray-and-tonics for both of us, “Did you and Bill use this place while I was gone?”
“He was pretty busy with work and visiting with his daughter, but we did come out here once.”
My pulse jumped and my stomach knotted with the certain knowledge that I finally would be able to see candid video of them together.
“What about you?” Karen asked. “Did you…um…you know…anyone else?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, so you saved it all for me?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, good!”
And it was. In a way, it was Schrodinger’s pussy all over again. Of course, I knew that she and Bill had fucked. But I didn’t know about the character of it. Was it mechanical and rough…just sex? Or was it passionate and romantic…more than just sex? Until I opened the box by viewing the videos, I could think of it as either way, all at the same time.
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The next morning, I sat down at my computer and took a deep breath. Karen had just left, and I finally had a chance to take a look at the videos of her with Bill. But first, I needed to settle the butterflies in my stomach. Notwithstanding the fact that it was only about 9 am, I poured myself a shot of Woodford Reserve and tossed it down. I poured another and took a sip. I took another deep breath and clicked the mouse button. The videos began to play, the three from the bedroom on one monitor, and all the others on the other monitor.
The first thing I saw was Karen downstairs at the alarm keypad by the door. Her car was parked inside the building, and the rollup door was starting to close. Judging by the shadows outside, I guessed that it was around midday.
Karen was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and athletic shoes with no socks. I could tell that she was wearing a bra. I wondered if she was wearing one of the pairs of special panties I had given her.
She went upstairs to the living area and made herself a Tanqueray-and-tonic. She carried it into my office and plopped down in my chair. She put her feet up on my desk and took a sip of her drink. For the next half hour or so, she sat there occasionally sipping her drink with one hand while she lightly massaged the crotch of her shorts with the fingertips of the other. From time to time, she squeezed and tugged at one of her nipples. I assumed she was fantasizing about having sex with Bill. A pang of jealousy stabbed me in the heart.
Karen suddenly jumped and fished her phone out of her pocket. She put it to her ear and spoke for a few seconds. Then she sat up and drained her drink. She hopped up, deposited her empty glass in the kitchen sink, and went back downstairs to the side door.
She opened the door and called out something. A moment later, Bill appeared in the doorway. He was wearing dress pants and a loose-fitting aloha shirt. I assumed he had just come from work. Perhaps he was taking his lunch break.
Karen closed the door behind him and rotated the deadbolt knob. Then she turned and sprang into Bill’s arms. She draped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against his body. Their kiss was long and deep. My stomach churned. Finally, Karen slipped out of his arms and took him by the hand. They disappeared from view.
A few seconds later, another camera picked them up coming through the mezzanine door. Karen let go of Bill’s hand and went to the kitchen area. She popped some ice cubes into a couple of fresh glasses and pulled bottles of Tanqueray and tonic out of the refrigerator. Bill eased up behind her and put his hands on her waist. He pressed himself against her and kissed her neck. He slid his hands around and up to her breasts. He cupped them and squeezed, pulling her hard against him. Karen wiggled her butt against his crotch as she struggled to mix the drinks.
She picked up the glasses and said something over her shoulder. Bill released his grip on her breasts and let her turn toward him. She handed him one of the glasses. He took a sip. Karen drank down about half of hers as she put the bottles back in the refrigerator. Then she took Bill by the hand again and led him through my office and into the bedroom.
Karen took another swig of her drink and set the nearly-empty glass on the nightstand. Bill took another sip of his and set it down next to Karen’s.
She turned to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He held her face in his palms and kissed her on the lips and nose and forehead. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. She pulled out his shirttails and undid the last button on his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms and drop to the floor as Karen pushed his slacks over his hips and down his legs. Bill kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He was naked, except for his socks.
Karen grasped his partially swollen cock and cupped his balls. She tugged at his balls as she stroked him with an underhand grip. Bill was fully erect in an instant.
He pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He didn’t bother to unfasten her bra. He just pulled it over her head as well, allowing her breasts to spring free and bounce against his chest. He pulled her close and hugged her while she continued to fondle and stroke him.
Bill pulled free of Karen’s grasp and dropped to one knee. He slipped his fingers inside her waist band and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles. He pulled her against him again and sucked on one of her nipples. When he switched to the other, I could see that the first was fully engorged.
Bill slipped a hand between Karen’s thighs and slid it up toward her pussy. “Not yet, Baby,” she said as she shook her head and stepped back, nearly tripping on the shorts and panties around her ankles. She motioned toward the bathroom. “Let’s take a shower first.” Bill nodded.
Karen quickly stepped out of her clothing and kicked off her shoes. She went into the bathroom while Bill struggled to pull off his socks.
Karen turned on the shower, scurried over toward the toilet, and disappeared from the camera’s view. Bill appeared in the doorway. He glanced toward the toilet and grinned. He stepped under the shower, and a few seconds Karen joined him. I assumed she had been taking a quick pee before the fun began.
Karen picked up the soap and began washing Bill. She started with his backside, occasionally slipping a hand between his thighs to cup his balls. Once she had his back thoroughly soaped, she moved around and started washing his front. She started with his chest and worked her way down. She rubbed the bar of soap between her palms until her hands were quite soapy and then handed the bar to Bill. She went to work on his cock and balls with both hands, leaning her head back so that they could kiss.
Bill ran the bar of soap all around Karen’s back and down over her butt, thoroughly covering her with suds. He then turned her around so she was facing away from him. He soaped her front, starting with her breasts, and worked his way down to her pussy. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her hard against him as he ran the bar of soap between her legs. Then he dropped the soap and massaged her clit while he rubbed his erection between her butt cheeks. Karen squirmed and pushed her rump against him. She turned her head and reached back over her shoulder to pull Bill’s head forward and kiss him. My stomach was in a knot, but my cock was rigid, and my balls ached.
Karen broke free of Bill’s grip and spun around. She put one arm around his neck, pressing her soapy breasts against his chest and rubbing them from side to side. Bill backed her up against the shower wall and grabbed her thighs just below her butt. He lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his lower back. My stomach lurched when I saw her white fingers grasp his shiny black tool. She guided him into her as he leaned his weight against her.
For a few seconds, he stroked her slowly while they kissed. But then her soapy legs lost their grip on his body. His cock sprang free of her as her feet dropped to the shower floor.
Karen grabbed the handheld showerhead and trained the water on Bill, turning him around as she rinsed him. He took the showerhead from her and did the same. She squatted a bit as he trained the stream of water between her legs, washing away all of the soap.
Bill backed her against the wall again, but Karen sli
pped around him and darted for the bedroom door. Bill hung up the showerhead and hurried after her.
In the bedroom, Karen hopped up on the edge of the bed on her elbows and knees. She arched her back and lifted her ass, presenting her sex to Bill as he came through the doorway. His cock was standing out like a flagpole.
He dropped to his knees next to the bed and buried his face in Karen’s pussy. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but from the look on her face and the way she moaned, it must have felt great.
After a few minutes, he ran his tongue up her pussy and over her sphincter. He kissed one ass cheek and then the other. Then he grasped her by the hips and pushed the head of his cock against her lips.
Karen found his shaft with her fingertips and guided him into her. Bill used his thumbs to spread her apart as he worked himself into her in ever-deeper strokes. As Bill thrust into her, Karen raised her hips and pushed back. Bill managed to give her about a dozen long, hard strokes before he pulled back a bit too much and his cock slipped out of her.
“Oops!” Karen said as she reached under her pussy to guide him back in again. But instead, Bill pushed her face-down on the bed. He mounted her, quickly sliding the full length of his cock into her belly. He lay down on her and slid his arms under hers. He took hold of her hands and with his weight partially on his knees and elbows, he began to fuck the shit out of her.
Bill was almost brutal in the way he pounded her. But Karen gave back as good as she got, squeezing his hands and pushing her ass back against his thrusts. Bill said something about his big, black cock. I couldn’t quite make what it was, but Karen responded by chanting, “Oh, yes, yes, yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me! Oh, I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me! Fill me up!”
As I watched them, I could feel Bill’s hunger for her. He was a rutting animal, breeding with his woman. No…breeding with my woman. My insides were churning as I watched the black bull thrust into her, time and time again, until he lost control. He shuddered and gave a mighty groan and pumped his sperm into his woman. No…my woman. My very willing, lusty woman. Karen squealed and her thighs trembled as she came with him. I was stunned.
Bill pushed deep into her and held as his balls contracted and his cock pulsed with spurts of cum. He continued to lie on top of her for a few minutes. Karen turned her head so they could kiss. I could see their tongues intertwine, and at one point, it looked like Karen was sucking on Bill’s tongue, taking it deep into her mouth just as she had taken his cock deep into her pussy.
Finally, with another groan, Bill started to rise. I was mesmerized by the sight of his glistening tool slowly easing up out of Karen’s pussy. When only the head was left in her, he paused, and I could see him spasm again, pumping a final spurt of sperm into her. When the head finally pulled out of her, it was like he had unplugged a dam. A huge gush of his semen spilled out of her and pooled on the bed between her legs. I clicked the mouse and paused the video with the head of Bill’s cock still hovering over Karen, a glob of his sperm dripping onto her folds.
My balls ached and my cock was so hard it hurt. A thick stream of clear fluid oozed from the tip. But notwithstanding my extreme physical stimulation, I was heartsick from seeing how Karen had responded to Bill, how eager she had been to mate with him. Of course, at Turtle Bay, I had listened to them and even watched them a bit, but this was something else. I guess I always assumed everything Karen had done with Bill up to now was to put on a show for me, to tease me and turn me on. But this was different. She had no way of knowing I was watching. She wasn’t putting on a show for me. This was just her being real with Bill.
But think about it, I told myself. Just stop and think about it. He took her from behind. They weren’t making love. They were just fucking.
I tried to convince myself that Karen didn’t have feelings for Bill. She was just fucking him. It was just raw, mindless sex. It didn’t mean anything to her. I mean, hadn’t she spent last night with me? And with me, she hadn’t just fucked. With me, she had made love. I felt a bit better. I took a deep breath and resumed the video playback.
Bill finished rising up off of Karen and rolled onto his back with yet another groan. They both were panting and glistening with sweat. Bill’s cock was lying limp across his thigh. Karen’s whole body was limp and motionless. I assumed they were done.
I was wrong.
After a few minutes, Karen shifted her position and gently lifted Bill’s flaccid cock to her lips. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently while she stroked his cock, milking the last of his semen out of it. Then she held the head with her fingertips as she licked the underside of his shaft from his balls to the tip. Bill reached under her and captured one of her nipples. He squeezed it and rolled it between his fingertips, causing Karen to squirm and moan.
After her tongue had made several passes up and down Bill’s length, she took him in her mouth again, this time sucking him deeply as she caressed his balls. In no time at all, he was fully erect again.
Karen straddled him and guided him into her as she settled onto her knees. She placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him. At first, she was slow, moving forward and back on his cock the way a child would ride a rocking horse. But before long, Karen was riding Bill in earnest, breathing hard and grinding her clit against the base of his cock.
He squeezed her breasts and pulled at her nipples. Then he put his hands on her hips and pulled at her as if to urge her on even more.
Karen started shaking her head. She grasped her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
“That’s it, baby,” Bill said. “Cum for me. Ride my big black cock and cum for me.”
“Oh, yes, yes!” Karen said as she collapsed on his chest in a trembling heap. “Oh my god! Oh my god! I love your cock!”
My stomach was turning flip-flops, but my cock was throbbing…and oozing pre-cum. I desperately wanted to cum, but I was afraid to let it happen. If I did, my lust would be gone, and I’d be left with only the heartache. I knew I’d have to face it sooner or later, but I opted to put it off at least until the videos were done.
Bill apparently hadn’t cum a second time. He was still hard inside Karen. After she had recovered for a few minutes, he put an arm around her and rolled her onto her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he gently stroked her. They continued like that for quite a while, kissing and rubbing noses as they slowly fucked.
My earlier rationalization was shattered. They weren’t just fucking. Not anymore. Now, they were making love. That was the painful truth. My woman was making love with another man right before my very eyes.
Bill started giving Karen longer, deeper strokes. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself up to meet each thrust. I could see flashes of pink tongue as they kissed passionately. Bill was fucking Karen’s mouth with his tongue as he fucked her pussy with his cock.
Karen broke off the kiss and turned her head, panting and rasping, “Yes, yes, yes…oh yes! Give it to me. Oh, please! Give it to me!”
“What you want, baby? You want my big, black cock?”
“Oh, god yes! Oh, yes! Oh…”
“What else you want, baby?”
“Uh…uh…uh… Oh, now! Now! Cum with me now!”
“You ready, baby? You want it now?”
“Oh…now! Yes…now…give it to me!”
“Oh yeah! Here it comes. Here it…aaaahhhh!”
“Yes, yes, yes! I can feel it! Yes, yes…cum in me! Fill me with your sperm! Oh, yes!”
Karen found his mouth and kissed him deeply as her body convulsed. Once again, I could see his cock throb as he pumped his sperm into my woman.
They lay together quite a while, kissing and caressing. Bill’s cock softened and slipped out of Karen. Once again, it unleashed a flood of his semen.
He kissed his way down her body, from nipple to nipple to belly to pussy. He probed her with his tongue, lapping up their juices. He slid back up her body and touched his lips to her
s. She opened her mouth, and he gave her his sperm-coated tongue. She closed her lips around it and sucked. They kissed a while longer before Bill rolled onto his back and looked at his watch.
“Oh, man,” he said. “I gotta get back to the office.” He rolled over and kissed Karen’s nipples again and then gave her a smooch on the lips. He got out of bed and headed back to the bathroom.
Karen remained lying on the bed with her knees drawn up and slightly spread. Her pussy was swollen and slathered with Bill’s semen.
Bill quickly washed his cock and balls and dried off. He came back into the bedroom and gathered up his clothes. He watched Karen as he dressed. “Gonna stay in bed?”
“Just resting a little while. You wore me out.”
“Yeah…I’m a little weak in the knees myself. Too bad I have a meeting this afternoon. I’d stay and take a nap with you.” He leaned over and kissed Karen again. “Gotta go, baby.”
Bill trotted down the stairs and let himself out the side door. Karen lay in bed for a few more minutes before she got up and went into the bathroom. She left behind two huge wet spots on the sheet.
Karen stood under the shower for quite a while, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She picked up the hand-held shower head and trained the stream of water between her legs. She used her fingers to spread herself as she flushed away Bill’s semen.
After drying herself with a towel, she went to my closet and found one of my t-shirts. She raised it to her nose and took a deep breath before putting it on. It hung down to the middle of her thighs.
For the next hour or so, Karen cleaned up. I enjoyed the sway of her breasts and the occasional flash of her butt as she stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer. Then she washed the glasses and put them away. She had to wait for the washer to finish, so she went into my office and curled up in my chair. When the washer was done, she put the sheets in the dryer and then returned to my chair. When the sheets were dry, she remade the bed and lay down on it.
