Catch-A-Hot Wife

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Catch-A-Hot Wife

Unread post by tomascini » Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:42 am

Lionel wasn’t looking forward to whatever the security expert had to show to him but realised it was too late for him to turn back. It was he who had got the ball rolling when he paid a visit to the security outfit’s office and presented to them his concerned doubts regarding his wife’s infidelity and of him procuring their services to find out if at all his assumptions were true or false.

That had been seven days ago. The security expert had required only seven days to trail his wife and report to him with whatever news he had. The seven days were up and today being a Saturday, while he’d been at home nursing a beer while Anna was out to wherever it was she secretly went to without informing him, he’d received a call from the outfit and told where to meet up with them.

Having no other choice, despite the fact that he seriously wasn’t looking forward to this, Lionel had driven out here to a discreet hideaway motel called The Moonlight Lodge located less than two miles from the city’s airport. Some lodge it must be, Lionel thought sourly to himself as he parked his car a few distance behind a nondescript van belonging to the security outfit. They were positioned less than walking distance across the street from the lodge. From where they were, they had open sight of the lodge’s entrance, and parked in front of the not too fanciful building was a black Subaru. It wasn’t until Lionel met with the outfit’s team leader that he got informed whom the Subaru belonged to and who its other passenger was.

“I hope you don’t mind my being blunt with you regarding this,” the outfit leader said to him as they huddled inside the van while another man manned a close-circuit TV set. Lionel at first couldn’t make out what the man was watching ... not until the outfit’s leader broke down all what was going down for him.

“Your wife has been cheating on you just as you expected,” the team leader went on with a rather perfunctory sound like this was something he was used to saying, which actually was the case. “Since the past seven days that we took the job, we’ve been trailing her around the clock, along with her alleged boyfriend name of Ty Gibson. That’s Ty’s Subaru parked in front of the Moonlight Lodge – this has been one of their frequent meeting places since we started in on them. They arrived less than ten minutes ago, and we’ve got a man in there right now who’s video-taping everything they’re up to just as we speak. Already one of our men has sneaked in through their room window – they almost always make use of the same room whenever they’re here – and has implanted a tiny camera right next to the TV set so you can see all what’s happening inside. Hope you’re with me so far?”

Lionel nodded that he was, though he couldn’t help swallowing a lump of saliva that had cropped into his mouth.

The man manning the video feed made way for him to inch forward and watch the screen which had the couple in its face. Lionel watched his wife laugh at whatever joke her lover had made while they were sipped their drinks. It has been a long time since he, Lionel, heard the sound of his wife’s laughter in their home ... and right that moment he so much missed it.

The three of them sat in church-like silence watching what the camera presented to them. His wife turned towards her lover and whispered something into his ear. Ty, her lover, said something to her and then they took a final sip of their drink before rising up from their table. The camera remained on them as they followed a back stairs that led up to where their room was. Inside the van the video technician switched the camera to the one that was in their room and they continued their wait.
Their wait wasn’t up to two minutes when the room’s door came open and in walked Lionel’s wife with her tall, dark lover wrapping his arms around her. The hidden camera’s volume was loud enough for them to make out the sound of his wife’s giggling as she and her lover fell upon the bed. Lionel was twitching with excitement but suddenly couldn’t take it anymore.

“Could I have a moment of privacy, please,” he said.

Both men understood and went outside the van, leaving him alone to watch what the video had to show. Lionel came forward, nearly pressing his face against the video screen.

His Anna was on the bed, urging her lover to hurry up and be through with taking off his clothes. She wasted no time with hers, pulling her blouse up and over her wavy blonde hair. Lionel gasped when he realised she had nothing underneath. Her lover – Ty – still had his head half entangled in taking off his tee shirt, but Anna, it seemed, wasn’t in the mood for waiting as Lionel watched her sit up and helped herself to the man’s jean’s belt and buckle and then push everything down to his thighs. His erection stood upright against Anna’s face and once again Lionel couldn’t help but blanch at the sight of her taking another man’s cock into her mouth. Lately their sex life had become anything less than zero. All Anna seemed to prefer very much him eating out her pussy whenever they were in bed while he stroked himself for the inevitable that just didn’t come. The doctor had told him when last time he went for a routine check-up that he was shooting nothing but blanks which somehow could be the reason for his erectile dysfunction. Whatever the case really was, neither than had prepared him for what he was viewing right now.

Anna held her lover’s thighs, pulling his towards her while her mouth remained enveloped on his cock. Lionel could hear the words the man was using on her; words that he never could see himself using on his wife.

“Yeah,” the man’s voice floated into her ears through the headgear, jeering his wife on. “Go on suck that black cock ... rub your tongue all over it! You love that cock don’t you, you white tramp slut.”
Anna mumbled a reply about how much she loved it before continue with her sucking. The man held his shaft in his hand and playfully beat it against her cheeks while she tried capturing it back. When he was done teasing her, he offered it back into her awaiting lips and her head went on bobbing up and down on his cock. As Lionel sat there watching, he couldn’t help himself, ironically, that it was his cock his wife was making the pleasure or right there rather than some Joe.

“Okay you slut,” his wife’s lover roughly pushed her off his cock to fall on the bed. “Time for me to get at that pussy of yours.”

Anna held her legs open for him as he knelt before her, about to guide his cock into her. The sound of his wife groaning from the contact as her lover shoved his cock into her pierced through his eardrums like thunder. He watched his Anna wrap her arms over his back and pull him down towards him. Her lover’s ass worked itself up and down, fucking her hard. It was obvious he was doing a good job of it from the sound of his Anna screaming into his ears from the headgear’s speakers.

“Ohh ... Ohhh yes ... Ohh God yes, Ty ... fuck me!” his Anna yelled into his ear the same as she yelled out in the TV screen. “Fuck me good!”

Her cries rose into a crescendo as her lover half raised himself from her and went on pounding his hips down on her with as much power he could muster; her cries were in counterpoint to his thighs slapping against the underside of her legs.

“Oh shit!” her lover groaned. “That’s some good pussy there!” he turned her over to be on her arms and legs, brought to close to the bed’s edge and his wife was practically staring into the face of the hidden camera in the room, though from the animated look etched across her face she was obviously lost to whatever else might be occurring around her aside from the pounding she was receiving. Lionel watched as her black lover pressed her head down on the bed while her hands grasped the bed sheets as he increased the tempo of his fucking. Lionel was barely aware he was licking his lips, too engrossed with the image he was viewing.

Her lover came up on the bed, still pressing his wife down on the bed with her ass sticking up in the air and went on fucking her pussy relentlessly. Anna cried and cried till eventually her voice just about died off it a lengthy moan when she climaxed, and still her lover wasn’t done with her. He pulled out of her, came around to where she lay and pulled her by the hair, shoving his cock down her throat...
Anna choked on his cock while Ty held her head in his hand and each time she tried pulling her face off so as to gasp for air, he shoved his cock back at her without mercy.

“Go on, choke on that black meat. I know you want it, bitch. Don’t act like you don’t ... yeah, such it like that ... You like that, don’t you, bitch. Answer me!”

Anna cried out joyously. “Oh yes ... I truly do!”

Her lover once again pushed to fall back on the bed. His back was now facing the camera and Lionel watched as he pushed his wife’s legs open and once again mounted her, shoving his cock into her wetness and fucking her pussy with as much hotness that he could while his wife’s moaned continued to climb.

Lionel couldn’t bring himself to watch anymore. He took off the headgear and threw it on the floor before pushing the van’s door open and stepping back into daylight.

The security outfit’s team leader was conferring with the technician and another of his men when the turned and watched he step down from the van. He walked past them, not saying anything, and they too were wise not to offer any kind of sympathy – this wasn’t their first spying job. They were veterans in the game and it was their policy never to get their noses involved in matters of such.
Lionel walked back to his car, wiping tears off his face. He opened his door and sat there grasping the steering wheel. He glanced down at his pants and was too shocked to find that he was sporting an erection. Too bad he’d stormed out of the van the way he did. He should have stayed to see the guy cum over his wife’s face. He hopped he splattered his seed over her lips and that she swallowed everything.

Everything.

Lionel began to laugh. He was still laughing as he started his car and drove back home.

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