The Camera

I was sitting at my desk in my office station when the WhatsApp notification ringtone sounded.

I did it. Your video is waiting for you at home.

It was Kate, my wife.

I typed: I can't wait to see it.

She replied immediately: I'm going out with a friend tonight so that you can enjoy it alone.

And after a few seconds, she added: But I know that it's not a problem for you, quite the opposite.

No one knew me better than Kate. There wasn't even a need to type the answer.

She concluded: Don't wear your cock out from too much jerking off, darling. And watch until the end before you jizz.

Followed by a kiss emoji.

I typed again: I love you.

A little heart beating and the emoji of a tongue sticking out as the only response.

For the next two hours, I had to make a huge effort to keep my focus on my work. I felt my cock pressing against the fabric of my underwear; it hurt how hard it was. I could have solved the problem with a quick stop in the bathroom to jerk off, but I preferred to save the ammo for the evening.

When I finally got home, I didn't even allow myself a quick dinner: Kate's video would have satiated me.

The object of my desire was still positioned at the spot from which it had recorded everything. A 4K video camera was meticulously placed on a shelf of the living room bookcase, facing the sofa where Kate had shown off. Along with whom, I still didn't know, but I would find out soon.

My excitement was such that my hands were trembling as I took the camera. Carefully, I connected the cables to the living room TV. I turned on the screen, dimmed the lights and settled on the couch, the remote next to me. Then I took a deep breath and pressed the play button.

The first image was my wife Kate's skirt moving away from the camera. She walked to the threshold of the living room, turned towards the camera, and winked at the lens.

She was stunning. Her dark brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, framing a face worthy of a model or a Hollywood actress. I had always told her that with a face like hers, she would succeed in the world of cinema, but she always replied that she preferred the life of a real estate agent a thousand times over.

A moment later, my darling vanished beyond the threshold.

A few seconds of silence. The sound of a doorbell. The front door opening. A voice I didn't recognize, with a clear Hispanic accent, saying something unclear. Kate's voice saying, "Sorry for the wait, I was on the phone. Please, come in."

Judging by the footsteps that were moving away, they had gone into the kitchen. I knew what they were doing: Kate was shopping at a supermarket owned by the husband of a close friend of hers, Emma, which offered a home delivery service for the bags. It was a supermarket renowned for hiring Hispanic immigrants and giving them jobs, so I wasn't surprised that today's delivery driver had such a strong Mexican accent. And I knew how much Kate liked big guys with olive skin...

Minutes passed. I could have fast-forwarded, but I wanted to enjoy the wait and take the opportunity to undress. Completely naked, like a worm, I awaited the highlights.

Finally, Kate returned to the living room and consequently into the frame. With her was a boy with an olive complexion, dark hair, and a sparse mustache on his upper lip. He could have been twenty, no more. Kate liked them so young, so inexperienced.

She made sure they were both standing in front of the lens, a couple of meters from the camera, in profile, to give me the best view.

"Señora, I should go--" the boy began to say.

My wife placed a finger on his lips. "Don't worry, I informed the owner that you'll be a bit late, he's my friend."

They were close, terribly close. And I could feel through the screen the boy's discomfort with that physical contact. What thoughts were racing through his young and easily excitable mind?

"Are you nervous?" my wife pressed.

The boy slowly shook his head, with little conviction.

She placed a hand on his full and firm arm. "I'm not going to eat you, you know?"

The boy nodded.

"What is your name?"

"Santiago, señora."

"It's a beautiful name. And you are a handsome boy."

The young Mexican did not shy away from my wife's caresses, but he was embarrassed.

How devilish my delicious wife is, I thought with a smirk.

"I would like to repay you for the favor you did for me," continued Kate.

"It's my job," Santiago explained. "They pay me to do it."

"Don't they usually give you tips?"

Meanwhile, my wife's caress had moved from the boy's arm to his chest. The thin fabric of his shirt separated my wife's hand from his skin.

"You have nice muscles, Santiago."

"Thank you, señora. To earn a little extra money, I also work in a, um, a sitio de construcción. I don't know how to say it in your language."

"A construction site."

"Then yes, I also work on a construction site, señora."

"So you're busy all day, I suppose."

"Yes, señora."

"And I imagine this leaves you little time to think about girls."

Santiago lowered his gaze. "No, señora. My prometida, um, my fiancée stayed in Mexico. When I have enough money, I will go back to her and we will get married. Or if I find a better job and settle down, she will come to me."

"Surely you will make her happy, Santiago. But in the meantime, how do you pour out yourself? At your age, you have needs."

Even at your age, ravenous whore, I thought to myself with a smile.

My wife's voice was warm, and her caresses grew more intense.

"How do you vent?"

"I don't vent, señora. I resist."

"Ah!" From my wife's voice, I can tell she is surprised but also intrigued by the idea of using this answer. Right after she asks, "But is it true that you guys have to, um, empty yourselves?"

"Empty you?" repeats Santiago, not understanding.

"In short, your, um, nuts fill up with sperm that needs to be released periodically, right?"

The boy doesn't respond, perhaps he doesn't understand the word 'nuts'. And so Kate makes him understand: her right hand slides between the Mexican's legs.

"I mean these."

"Señora!"

"You're getting excited, I can feel it."

I had no doubt about it. I saw the way Kate moved her hand. The atmosphere was exciting me too, and I hadn't even touched myself!

"If a caress is enough for you to get an erection, I shudder to think what would happen if you saw me naked," Kate lashed out.

For Santiago, it was the final blow. My wife at forty was in the prime of her femininity and beauty. Her slender physique with curves in all the right places was the result of careful gym workouts--and, I like to believe, constant exercise in the bedroom, not just with me. She had a firm, size 32C breast, which was a delight to squeeze between my fingers, and sculpted buttocks.

"Do you like me, Santiago?" she pressed.

I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine the flash of lust shining in her emerald-green eyes.

The Hispanic boy nodded.

"Do you like me a lot?"

Still yes with the head.

"Te gusto mucho?"

For the third time, he nodded.

"And then tell me."

"Señora..."

"Tell me, come on, tell me!"

"Me gustas mucho, señora. You're muy hermosa, very beautiful."

"Do you want to touch me?"

Santiago said nothing. I could imagine what was stirring in his heart: he desired her, but he didn't dare make the first move.

Kate sensed it. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. "Come on, touch me! You can do it. Touch me!"

Santiago's fingers tightened and a sigh escaped my wife's lips. "Do you want to kiss me?" This time Santiago nodded, moving his head imperceptibly.

"Come on, kiss me."

Awkwardly, Santiago sought her lips. It was an awkward kiss, a sign that he had little experience. Kate led the dance, her hands exploring Santiago's entire body.

Then she moved on to undressing him. She took off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest. Knowing Kate's fetish for muscles, I wasn't surprised when she bent down to kiss his chest. With her tongue, she followed the contours of the muscles and licked the nipples. When she moved down to his belly, he jolted and tightened his abs.

"Relax," said Kate, then she unbuttoned his pants.

I started to slowly massage my cock.

On the screen, Kate pulled down Santiago's pants and knelt down while doing so. The Mexican was wearing loose white underwear, with a predictable bulge corresponding to the erect penis.

"How beautiful!"

The whore bit her lower lip, then pulled down her panties as well. The long cock bounced in her face and made her burst into a silly laugh. It was a nice shaft, I had to admit. Long, dark, with well-defined veins and a wide glans. That type of cock drove Kate crazy.

As per the script, she began to lick the shaft from bottom to top, from the base to the tip of the glans. From what I could see on the camera, she had a filthy expression of pure ecstasy on her face and kept her gaze fixed on Santiago's. She really liked to maintain eye contact in those circumstances.

After a while, she started massaging the erect penis with her hand. The boy jolted, and after a short while, a long jet of semen hit Kate in the hair. The whore leaned in with her face to the throbbing cock and a second spurt hit her in the face. She continued to masturbate Santiago while a whirlwind of jizz spread around. Santiago was in the throes of pleasure: his head thrown back, eyes closed, hips offered to the woman's mouth, and he was moaning softly.

I heard him say, "Qué puta!" in his language, and I knew enough Spanish to understand that he was calling her a whore. Not an insult, but a simple acknowledgment of her true nature.

When Santiago stopped cumming, my wife's face was a white web. She had her nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead smeared with white semen. The last spurts had ended up in her mouth, after which she began to gently suck the tip to extract the last drops of thick nectar.

"Discúlpame," said the boy. "Forgive me. I wish I could have lasted longer."

Kate pulled away from that divine cock and looked up.

"Don't worry," she smiled. "We've only just begun. You came so soon because no woman had touched you in a while. But now I'm sure you'll make me enjoy it again... and again... and again."

At that point, she turned toward the camera, that is, toward me. Our eyes met. She smiled and licked her lips, with a slutty demeanor. She collected the cream on her face with a finger and brought it to her mouth. Several times. Some splashes she preferred to smear on his skin, like beauty cream. She always cleaned herself like that, slowly and sensually.

I couldn't resist. With a sharp moan, I came, unconcerned about my cum splattering on the floor and the couch, dripping onto my own hand. I leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, with a single thought in my mind: my wife's slutness.

When I recovered and looked back at the television, Kate had almost finished undressing. She was taking off her shoes, a pair of pumps that she carelessly tossed into a corner, remaining barefoot. Her nudity was completely offered to Santiago, who had meanwhile regained his erection.

"Am I beautiful, Santiago?"

"Very much, señora. Mi verga appreciates, you see?

"Your verga? Do you mean this?" and touched his cock.

The boy moaned softly. Now that he had broken the ice with the first cumshot, he was getting bolder. But not enough to lead the game, because the queen continued to be my wife, Kate.

She made Santiago lie down on the couch--the same couch where I was now sitting!--and mounted him. A moment later, she inserted his cock inside herself. Judging by the speed of the penetration, she must have been extremely wet, and that pole of flesh must have entered her like a knife through butter.

The ride began immediately after. Santiago grabbed my wife by the buttocks. She was moving up and down at a frantic pace, enjoying that shaft filling her up. Judging by the expression on her slutty face, she was enjoying every single inch inside her.

I heard her scream, "Make me come! Like this! I'm your slut!"

And he replied in Spanish, "Sí, haré que te corras, perra!"

Oh, she could definitely feel it! Kate liked being on top, both because she felt dominant and because gravity helped her fully immerse herself and feel the shaft of flesh all the way to the gates of her uterus.

But after a while, she had enough of that ride and sat up. Santiago did nothing to stop her, but he asked her worriedly, "Am I not doing well, señora?"

Kate didn't bother to respond. She got on all fours at the other end of the couch, then turned towards her Hispanic lover and beckoned him. The boy positioned himself behind her, standing, slid his hard and glistening cock into her pussy, and fucked her doggy style. I couldn't help but admire Santiago's firm and muscular ass that contracted with every thrust of his hips.

I don't know how long they went on. I lost track of time. What mattered at that moment was only seeing my wife Kate possessed by that young, vigorous, and strong lover.

I realized they were close to the end when Kate said, "Come inside me! Fill my pussy!"

I saw Santiago increase the pumping rhythm and deliver deeper, almost savage thrusts. At one point, he let out a hoarse groan as he leaned forward, pressing his muscular chest against my wife's back. She fell forward in turn. I couldn't see the scene up close, but I imagined Santiago's testicles contracting as his cum flowed into my wife's pussy, deep into her warm womb.

For at least a couple of minutes, they remained in that position. I heard Santiago and Kate whispering something to each other, maybe in English, maybe in Spanish, but it was too quiet for me to understand their words. Maybe they were tender phrases. Maybe he was thanking her for letting him vent.

Finally, Santiago pulled out from my wife's orifice and let himself fall onto the couch. The camera captured his flaccid dick, glistening with female fluids, and her pussy, open and reddened.

After a few seconds, I saw streams of white jizz dripping out. But before they could fall on the couch, Kate brought a hand to her vulva, collected the precious drops, and smeared them on her intimate lips.

I stopped my hand, unable to come in time. For a moment, I thought about rewinding the video so that I could cum at the same time as some particularly exciting scene, but I immediately changed my mind, remembering the words that Kate had written to me on WhatsApp a few hours earlier: And watch until the end before you jizz.

I didn't know what surprise Kate had in store for me at the end. I asked myself obsessively, while on the screen Santiago was getting dressed. My wife remained naked even when she accompanied her lover out of the living room, to the door I suppose. Who knows if any neighbor had seen her nude?

After a couple of minutes, she returned in front of the camera.

"Sorry for the wait, my darling," she said, looking at the lens--meaning me. "Now, however, I still have to come."

Standing up, she spread her legs, put two fingers in her mouth to moisten them, and then slid index and middle fingers into her reddened pussy. She began to move them skillfully back and forth, while with the palm of her hand she touched her clitoris.

My wife Kate knew how to make anything exciting, even a simple fingering. In the meantime, I had started masturbating again. This time I wanted to come together with her.

When I understood from her tremblings and the slight--but noticeable to me--change in the tone of his moans that the climax was about to come, I quickened the movement of my hand.

I screamed my orgasm at the top of my lungs, while on the other side of the screen, Kate was shaken by devastating quivers. It was a miracle if she managed to stay on her feet instead of falling.

She remained for a moment with her eyes closed, slowly moving her fingers in and out. Then she withdrew them. A broad smile revealed her teeth, white and shining like pearls.

"I hope you liked the gift, darling," she said to me.

She mimed a kiss, then turned off the camera.

Returning to the kitchen to grab the paper towels and clean up the cum disaster left on the couch, I noticed that he had sent me a message and read it: With Emma, I'm staying out longer than expected, darling. We met two really nice guys and I think we're definitely going to try their cocks into our wet pussies. Don't wait for me, I'll tell you everything in the morning. Even though I don't know in what condition I'll come home. I love you.

I smiled, thinking about how lucky I was to have a woman like her in my life.