ADULTERY | CHEATING | EROTICA
Caught On Camera — Confessions of a Cheating Wife — Clarise #1
I’d been a bad wife. I’d been a bad girl. I deserved to be punished.
“Ready for movie night?” My husband asked, patting the sofa seat next to him. “I’ve made the popcorn and the dishes are in the dishwasher.”
I should have been suspicious when he suggested I had a leisurely bath while he cleaned up after dinner.
It wasn’t my birthday.
It wasn’t our anniversary.
Actually, there had been times recently when I thought we wouldn’t make it to our next anniversary.
“Thank you,” I said, kissing him lightly on the cheek as I snuggled next to him. I wore one of his old flannel shirts over a pair of white briefs and his hands automatically wrapped around my hips, finding and playing with the elastic.
I tried to feel something. I loved my husband but there hadn’t been any spark between us for months. Not since I’d…
No.
I refused to disrespect my husband by thinking about his brother when I should be thinking sexy thoughts that would end up with my husband naked and panting on top of me.
“What are we watching?” I looked up into the eyes I still loved, but no longer lusted.
Usually, when it came to movies or tv shows, we had a discussion before agreeing to something that neither of us wanted. I was happy to let Mitch choose. It had been weeks since we’d made time just to relax curled up either in bed or on the sofa. He’d been busy and I’d felt guilty because of …
No.
Mitch smiled and patted my knee in a way that felt condescending but maybe I just wanted to be pissed off so I could stop feeling guilty. “You might call it reality tv, or a reality check.”
When the soundtrack to our wedding video started but the vision had been taken less than a week ago, Mitch had to hold me in place and held the remote control out of reach.
“No,” I cried, struggling to get up and run. I didn’t want to sit there and watch my brother-in-law carefully undo each button from my blouse before tracing his fingers around my lace bra.
Despite my horror at watching the evidence of my forbidden affair on tv, my nipples hardened at the memory of what happened next.
Thinking Mitch had relaxed his grip, I reached out again for the remote, desperate to turn it off, but my husband caught my wrist and pressed my hand to his groin.
He was hard. Rock hard. Harder than he’d been in months.
“Look at the way he touches you.” Mitch sounded as if he was describing the weather; interested but uncaring.
“Watch the way you stroke his cock as if it is the first time you’ve ever seen one,” Mitch added while I tried not to sob. Tears wouldn’t save my marriage but action might.
“Look at the way he looks at you,” Mitch’s voice was low and seductive. “There’s genuine emotion in his eyes, but I just can work out what it is. Friendship? Or is it the beginning of a forbidden love affair?”
Not wanting to admit how long Jet and I had been fucking, I started stroking Mitch the way I stroked his brother on the screen. Mitch didn’t push my hand away and when I reached down his pants to get a better grip skin-on-skin, the bigger surprise was the lack of boxers.
My husband’s cock was bare. Not tucked away beneath sensible briefs or sexy boxer shorts, but bare.
“Now this is where a second camera would have been helpful,” Mitch said as on the screen, his brother and I moved to the bed. Mitch’s hand left my knee and only when I felt the pinch of pain did I realize he was replicating his brother’s hand on the screen. With his eyes fixed on the screen, he followed Jet’s actions with a precision that made me wonder how many times he’d watched the video.
I moved closer, giving us both better access, and firmed my strokes to the pressure I knew Mitch preferred while he got a better hold of my boob, kneading it in clumsy fingering that had never turned me on.
Jet’s hand turned me on.
Watching porn turned me on, even when it was me on the screen.
I couldn’t remember the last time Mitch and I had watched porn together.
Would things have been different if we did?
I’d never cheated on Mitch, before his brother, and never suspected he’d set up camera in our bedroom to catch me out.
I wasn’t naive enough to think there wouldn’t be consequences. But in this moment, watching my body on the screen as if she was a stranger while my husband wanted what his brother had, was hot as fuck. If Mitch wanted the woman on the screen, all he had to do was touch my soaking panties.
“Here’s my favorite part,” Mitch said, grabbing me by the back of my neck and pressing my face toward his lap. “The way you make a show of sucking him, as if his cock is your favorite flavor of ice cream. Just watch the way you treat him with soft licks around his head until he thrusts his cock down your throat.”
“I … I …” I couldn’t twist my head to watch, but I desperately wanted to explain and apologize. My husband never insisted on oral. It had never been our thing. He liked missionary, preferably in bed but occasionally on this sofa.
“Suck me,” Mitch demanded in a tone I found sexy as hell. “Suck me like you mean it.”
As my husband controlled my head, he maintained a commentary on what Jet and I were doing on screen. I closed my eyes and went with the flow remembering how my tongue had swirled around his brother’s cock and the way I tried to tease that tiny little slit until he had groaned for me to swallow him whole.
Despite myself, I got caught up in the experience, enjoying the length of my husband’s shaft and playing with the ridge until his moans were louder than his brother’s on the tv.
Two men moaning in stereo, both because of my mouth. If I wasn’t desperate to save my marriage, I might have had time to enjoy the irony.
“Yes, open that dirty mouth,” he moaned, pumping me faster. “Fuck my cock with that cheating mouth.”
My pussy was on fire, needing friction and attention but I didn’t dare disobey my husband.
He demanded that I play with his balls, so I did.
When he commanded me to tweak his nipples, I did so without asking where this man had been our entire marriage.
“Did you always swallow with him?” Mitch’s voice shook and I knew he was close to cumming.
I started to shake my head but he grabbed me by the neck. My husband never grabbed me unless I was about to step into traffic.
Fear and lust combined to heighten all my senses to a point that if he would only touch me, I’d burst.
“Don’t lie to me. Of course, you swallowed.” Mitch snorted. “Did you know he always tested his fuck buddies? If they didn’t swallow every drop of his cum he wouldn’t upgrade them to girlfriend status.”
I bobbed my head up and down his cock, hoping that I could distract him from talking about his brother.
“Did you want to be his girlfriend?”
I made love to his cock, licking it gently and then sucking down hard.
“Do you want him to write songs for you? Or are you just another one of his groupies?”
He released my neck and placed his hands on top of my head. I felt as if he was a minister and I was a repentant parishioner.
When he started thrusting hard and fast, I just relaxed my throat and took my punishment.
I’d been a bad wife.
I’d been a bad girl.
I deserved to be punished.
“I want you to swallow every drop.” He was thrusting harder than he ever had before and I couldn’t help but be turned on. I loved my kind husband, but this man had all my senses on fire.
“If you want my forgiveness, you’ll respect my cum. You’ll swallow my cum and then you’ll respect my cock and lick it clean.”
He didn’t stop talking even when the warm thick liquid came gushing into my mouth. I guzzled and swallowed as far as I could but it was as if he had been saving up days worth just for this.
By the time he was finished and I’d carefully licked his cock and balls clean, the video had finished and the picture on the screen was of my face in the throws of orgasm.
“I think you should invite my brother over,” Mitch said, patting me on the head as if I was his favorite pet. “We have things to discuss.”
Could Clarise become a … I think she might. I may have gone too far with the next part, but you’ll only know if you follow me.
