I spent the whole afternoon nervously pacing my office today knowing that my wife, Nan, was home alone with Kyle, our construction contractor. The clock moved interminably slow. With each minute that passed my heart rate doubled. I left my office and walked around the building at least a half a dozen times just to kill time and work out some excess anxiety.

As the minutes passed I criticized my decision not to purchase software that would link the hidden cameras around our home to my smartphone. But I didn’t. And now I couldn’t focus on any of the deadlines that were looming and all I could think about was my beautiful Nan lying naked on her back, legs in the air, and the lean, muscular Kyle thrusting his hips into my wife’s. My head pounded from the stress.

I’m not quite sure how many traffic violations I destroyed driving home, but I made it home in record time. Nan, thank god, had to go to the office for a little bit so I had a couple of hours alone before she returned. I practically sprinted into the house, stripped out of my shirt and tie, and dressed in my shorts and tee-shirt while tripping down the hall towards my office. I fell into my chair and started up my computer…and waited…the time slowed…again.

Finally I was scanning through the recordings, flipping to each of the camera feeds until I finally found the living room feed. Nan looked…nervous. She shook her hands and paced before whipping the door open. The squeal she let out was deafening through the speakers and made me jolt upright in my chair. She crumbled to the floor after swinging the door so quickly that it hit her, I couldn’t tell where from the camera angle, but no doubt the door caught her. But the immediate reaction of Kyle to rescue was expected but Nan’s overly eager arms wrapping around him as he picked her up got my attention. It was as if she had melted into him and I felt my pulse quicken and my eyes widen wondering if this was going to be that moment I had feared, anticipated, albeit with some deep seeded excitement.

Kyle took my wife to the couch and helped her to a seated position. Then there was this…pause. This lingering over her and this moment where Nan was looking at his face while he was looking at the top of her thigh where his hand rested felt revealing to me. It felt like this moment of want, for both of them. I felt my cock twitch and throb into a half-erect state wondering if Kyle was going to make a move on my wife and if he was going to fuck her right there on my living room furniture.

The moment felt like an eternity, but it was fleeting in reality. They broke free of each other with a sense of realization. Kyle asked a few questions, confirmed that Nan was okay, and then turned to leave. Nan seemed to suddenly have all the energy she need to get off the couch and, although with a bit of a limp, she went to the window and watched Kyle’s truck drive away.

Nan immediately rolled onto the couch. She rubbed her knee and looked it over, bending and stretching it. She got off the couch and walked with less of a limp to the bedroom where she immediately walked to the dresser and slid open the one where I knew she kept all her toys. My wife pulled out her favorite vibe of all of them in her arsenal; a “rabbit” vibe with a rotating dildo end and little “ear” extensions that pressed against her clit.

My beautiful wife pulled out of her too-short shorts while walking to the bed, flopped on her back, adjusted her long, dirty-blonde hair, spread her muscular legs wide and put the tip of the dildo head, now moving in a small, circular rotation, against the edge of her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her lip while a noticeable curving smile developed on her face. Nan spread her legs wider and slowly let the cock-head slide inside and she moaned when the “ears” touched and shook her clit.

Nan’s orgasm must’ve been violent inside of her. The lead up was minimal but the response was overwhelming. She lifted her ass so high off the bed that her shoulders were the only part of her back still touching the bed. Her eyes squinted tight and her mouth gaped open with the most arousing sirens cry escaping from her lungs told me how hard she was cumming. I grabbed my now fully erect cock and starting stroking it fast, watching  her fuck the “rabbit” throughout her orgasm.

Once the convulsion stopped she dropped her ass back to the bed then bucked her hips as if she were fucking the fake cock, holding it still from time-to-time to let the “ears” shake her clit. Her eyes were closed and I wondered if that whirring cock in her hand was replaced in her mind with Kyle’s cock. I knew, of course, that Nan was certainly fucking Kyle on my bed in her mind.

As Nan came a second time I felt my cock thicken. I leaned back in my desk chair and stroked it, trying to imagine what my wife was fantasizing, and what I would do with them if I were present in a threesome. I felt my balls tighten and the sensation at the tip of my cock made my breath shorten. Before I could cum, I heard movement at the office door.