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Second, Tom didn't want to just hear about it. He wanted to see. So, they agreed she'd set up a phone in the corner of the room, and live-stream it just to him. He couldn't wait.
Finally, on the big day arrived. They'd arranged for an acquaintance to fulfill their fantasy. Tom pre-paid for the hotel room, just across town. Amanda picked out the sexiest little black dress; the kind that hugged her tight ass perfectly, highlighted her tanned skin, and held up her round breasts. Tossing her long, brown hair, she was tingling at the idea.
Tom kissed her goodbye, watching her bottom wiggle back and forth as she made her way to the door.
Then, the last rule. Jumping up with a yelp, Tom bounded to their bedroom. Shuffling through his underwear drawer, he retrieved something important. Running out into the driveway, he knocked on her window.
"Last rule!" he exclaimed, handing two gold wrappers through the window. His wife smiled, taking the condoms and giggling. "Three?" she asked.
"I don't know," Tom replied, "just have fun. To be sure. Promise?"
Amanda put her hand on his, kissing it. "I promise. Love you."
And with that, his wife was off, to fuck another man.
~~~~~~~~~
It was only a 15 minute drive, but it felt like a lifetime. Tom picked up his phone a dozen times, waiting for the call to come. He set up the TV in their bedroom, so he could cast it onto the screen. He was excited, nervous, and everything in between.
The ring of the phone was like a siren. Tom jumped up, almost dropping his device, before flicking the control. A blast of white light, and a hotel room appeared on the screen. He'd sent her with a small tripod, which she'd apparently already set up.
"Babe?" he heard his wife ask. "Can you see?"
"Hi baby, yes," Tom replied. "I can see the bed, at least."
"Perfect!" Amanda replied, moving into frame. "I hope you enjoy the show!"
Tom was shaking, he was so nervous. Something about seeing the room made it more real. "Is he..."
"No, not yet," Amanda replied, disappearing from the frame. Tom heard a faucet running; she must've gone into the bathroom.
Now, suddenly, he felt out of control. All the reassurances, all the positive signs, seemed to matter less, now.
The knock on the door, through the TV, made him jump again. His wife moved back into the frame. Leaning forwards, so her cleavage was on display, she blew him a kiss. Spinning, she disappeared from the frame again.
Tom heard the door open, and some indecipherable chatter. It seemed to go on forever.
Eventually, they reentered the frame. Amanda was leading him by the hand, dragging a tall, handsome man into the room. He was taller and better looking than Tom remembered. He found himself weirdly grateful his wife hadn't wanted an alone session with one of these men up until now. How did a beautiful girl like her settle for less?
They stopped at the foot of the bed. The man sat down on the edge, Amanda standing between his knees. As they started kissing, Tom saw the man glancing at the camera. He kept looking, until their make out session grew a little hotter. He would never look again.
They kissed for the longest time, the man's hands slowly moving to her ass. He gripped her bottom, pulling the fabric up until the bottom of her ass was showing. Tom was shocked; she was wearing a thong. He couldn't recall her EVER wearing one before. The man kept massaging her butt as they kissed, Amanda now and then wiggling it between his fingers.
Eventually, she broke their kiss. "Wait right here," she said, turning away. She glanced back at the camera, making "eye contact" with her husband, before disappearing into the bathroom.
The man sat awkwardly on the foot of the bed; Tom thought he could just barely make out a bump in his pants. She was gone forever, the three of them separate in the silence.
When she reappeared, Tom gasped. She was wearing a black teddy he'd never seen before. It wrapped around her neck, separating to cover her breasts with a large gap between, before descending to cover her crotch. She looked so slutty and perfect, Tom wished he were there. He couldn't believe she'd picked out something like this without telling him.
She returned to the man, taking back her position between his knees. The kissed and kissed, his hands back on her ass. She broke their kiss, and he leaned forward, using his hands to separate the lingerie, pulling free her breasts. He kissed and sucked on them, moving back and forth between. Amanda signed softly.
She pulled back, pulling the lingerie back over her, before settling down to her knees.
"Let's see what you have for me," Tom heard her say, softly. She unbuckled his belt, before pulling his cock free. It was thick and already plenty hard. Tom couldn't see her face, but could imagine her smile as she started to stroke him. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around him. Before long, her head was bobbing up and down.
Weirdly, Tom thought it was kind of hot to mostly see the man's face. He was clearly enjoying it, staring down at her. Tom knew his wife was expert at this.
The man pushed her back, rising to his feet. His black pants falling to the ground, Amanda settled back in front of him, looking up and continuing to suck his cock as he towered over her. Eventually, the man put his hands on the back of her head.
A man was face fucking his wife, while he sat at home and watched. Through the TV, he heard her grunt and moan, watching as her hand moved down and started playing with herself. Tom started to think he was right; she was behaving a little differently on her own.
After a while, the man pulled her to her feet, shoving her back onto the bed. Undressing himself completely, he climbed between her legs, pushing her thighs back and burying his head between her legs. Amanda laid back, closing her eyes and moaning loudly, as the man ate her pussy.
Tom took out his cock, starting to stroke it. He was worried about finishing before they were, and then having to sit here and watch, so he went very slowly. Amanda continued to moan louder and louder, until he bucked her hips up, cumming on his face.
The man sat back, and said something Tom couldn't hear.
"Amazing," Amanda said, before sitting up and kissing him. They were saying something to one another. The man moved off the bed, walking over towards the dresser. Tom couldn't quite see what he was doing, but Amanda was watching him. Waiting. Anticipating.
When he reappeared in the frame, Tom could see the shine of a condom on his cock. Relieved, Tom sat back, ready to enjoy.
The man went back onto the bed, crawling atop his wife. The angle wasn't perfect; Tom could mostly see the back of his butt, and his balls dangling down. The sound made clear when it happened. With a moan and almost scream, Amanda cried out as she was entered.
It had never occurred to Tom to wonder why she had picked this man, but it quickly became clear. He was almost immediately like a jackhammer, pumping in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him, moaning and groaning, before opening them wide. Tom watched, his eyes wide, as his wife opened herself, letting the man drive deeper and deeper into her.
It seemed to go on forever. With each thrust, her feet would bounce, her body taking the full weight of his fucking.
Then, suddenly, he stopped. He could just barely hear them saying something, before the man sat up. He was reaching down, doing something to his dick. Soon, it was clear.
That man had fucked his way right through the condom. It was destroyed.
Amanda laughed. "Never seen that before," she said, as she moved him onto his back. From beside him, she returned to sucking his dick.
Tom could see perfectly, this time. His wife's gorgeous face, up and down, taking this hard rod into her mouth. It was so sexy, he had to stop himself again.
Amanda climbed back off the bed, still wearing her lingerie, and left the frame. A second later, she was back with the second condom. "Good thing I have more than one," she said, sliding it onto him.
Climbing on his lap, she lowered herself down onto him. Tom knew she loved to ride, and knew exactly what was coming. She started slow, the man pulling her cover aside and exposing both her breasts. When she stopped, grinding down onto him and wiggling her hips back and forth, he knew exactly what was about to happen.
"I'm fucking cumming!" she screamed, her ass tightening as her body exploded. She moaned forever, flexing her ass as she gripped his cock. Then, sliding back off, the man repositioned her on all fours. Pointing directly at the camera, he entered her from behind.
Her breasts fell back out, hanging low, as he started fucking her from behind. She buried her face in the sheets, moaning as he took her from behind. "So deep" she moaned, as the took no mercy on her. The man's face grew intense, until he pulled out, slapping her ass. Reentering, Tom couldn't hear what he said.
"Yours," she moaned. "My pussy is yours."
Tom felt himself twitch. He thought it should make him uncomfortable, but instead it was just what he thought it would be. She'd never say something like that if he were there.
The man slapped her again, then pulled her hair. She rose up, her breasts quaking, as he hammered into her from behind. Pulling out, he tossed her onto her back. Reentering her, he sat up tall, putting a pillow under her ass to give himself better access. Amanda pulled her legs apart, crying out as the drove into her again and again.
"FUCK!" the man said, angrily.
Sitting back, he pointed down at himself. Amanda sat up, looking at his dick, and laughing. He pulled another broken condom off himself.
She kissed him, running her hands through his hair.
They kissed and whispered something to one another. He turned, laying on his back. Amanda crawled between his legs, putting him back into her mouth. With her ass pointed up in the air, she gave him long, wet strokes, blowing him for all she was worth. It went on forever. Tom thought the guy would never cum.
Amanda stopped, climbing up so she was sitting on his thighs. Reaching down, she stroked him, jerking him off in front of her. The man moaned some, before he said something. Amanda stopped, considering something, before nodding. Leaning forward, Tom could just make out what she was doing. She pressed the tip of his cock against her stomach, jerking him off against her flesh. He moaned louder, her breasts hanging down in front of her, for a while.
He still didn't cum. "I want to see you finish," she said to him. The man shook his head, saying something. She shook her head, "no." He said something else, and Tom heard the familiar sound of his wife's giggle.
She slid forward, nodding "yes." Tom saw the man's cock reappear, behind her ass. Sticking up high, it rested between her cheeks. She slowly slid her ass up and down, grinding it between her ass cheeks. Tom was briefly concerned the man might try to fuck her in the ass.
Instead, he saw the man's hand appear between her legs, jerking himself with the tip of his cock between her ass cheeks. She leaned forward and kissed him, but that meant her ass rose up. Now he was jerking himself, the tip of his cock almost against her pussy.
Tom stared at the screen. She should move, he said to himself.
The man continued to jerk himself, the tip of his cock sliding with each stroke between her lips. At first, just against the outside of them. But then, she was so wet, they parted. Tom could see the glisten of her juices against him, her body coating him as he stroked himself.
She leaned further forward, kissing him deeper, but forcing her ass even higher. Now he was jerking himself, the tip of his cock firmly against her hole.
It was inevitable. Amanda moaned. And moaned. And moaned louder. The man took his dick, and rubbed it against her clit. She cried out, as he returned to jerking it against her hole.
This time, she slid back. There was no resistance, not after all this. Just like that, he was inside her, unprotected.
Tom jumped up. It was the rule, the one thing she promised him wouldn't happen. Grabbing the house phone, he called her cell. He heard it ring, as she slid up and down his bare cock. She didn't stop.
She was bouncing on him, grunting and groaning each time.
The man then pushed her off, and they kissed for a moment. Tom breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe that part was over.
Instead, the man moved to the corner of the bed, closest to the camera. Laying back, he had one leg on each side. Amanda moved over, between his knees, lowering herself back onto him.
Facing the camera, having completely forgotten her husband was watching, she bounced up and down his length, her breasts bouncing up and down.Tom stared, the man's bare dick disappearing into his wife's pussy again, and again, and again.
They fucked forever. Amanda screamed as she came, grinding back into him.
The man then pushed her off. They climbed onto the bed. Tom watched, from the side, as she bent over. The man resumed fucking her from behind, her ass jiggling and bouncing with each thrust.
He spanked her.
He pulled her hair.
"Fuck my cunt!" Amanda cried out, as the man gripped her ass.
With a hard, vigorous, unimpeded thirst, he buried himself all the way into Amanda. She shook, crying out, and falling forward. The man sat back, his cock going limp.
Amanda reached down, touching herself. When she pulled her hand back, it was obviously covered in cum.
The man mumbled something, before gathering his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom. Amanda laid there, occasionally touching herself, breathing heavily. Tom heard a door open and close. He'd left.
Amanda laid there for a while, before standing up herself. She also went into the bathroom; Tom soon heard a shower running. A while later she reappeared, her hair wet, back in her dress. Without saying a word, she moved to the camera, turning it off. The phone disconnected.
Leaving Tom, his cock limp and unsatisfied, waiting.
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