Nan had been quiet all night, as if something was on her mind. There was a heavy silence and avoidance of eye contact. My mind rolled through our conversations lately, through the calendar of events like birthdays or anniversaries, through anything I might have forgotten. But nothing came to mind. I couldn’t understand why the silent treatment.

Despite this, when our eyes did meet, there was this longing, this desire. Not a desire to say something necessarily but…a hunger. I guessed at the potential that my wife was hungry for sex but was avoiding talking to me about it. Look, after twenty years of marriage, sometimes you still mind-read what your partner wants or doesn’t want and sometimes important words go unspoken. Over the years, my wife, when in the mood, could be very forward with her sexual desires, but she could just as easily stifle those desires for reasons that have always been inexplicable to me. I wish she would just act on her desires more. Just take what she was hungry for. And this did happen, occasionally. For me it was never enough. I didn’t want to always be the aggressor in the relationship. I wanted her to go after what she wanted.

Oddly this wasn’t a problem when we were swinging with other couples or singles. When in those scenarios Nan just simply let go of all restraint and followed her desire. That woman, the one that just let go, was the woman I always wanted her to be. But then there were nights, like tonight, when I suspected she wanted more, a lot more, but she wouldn’t say it or act upon it like she would with men we barely knew.

It had gotten late, at least for us on a weeknight. We continued this quiet dance of whether one of us would open the door to what we both needed, but the diverted glances continued and night waned on.

“I suppose I should check my email,” I said finally hoping to allow us both the reprieve of the quiet sexual tension. To my surprise Nan was more than happy for this opportunity.

“Sounds good,” she said spinning off the couch and turning off the television. “I think I’ll just go to bed then.” She gave me a kiss and hurried toward the bedroom before calling back to me, “do you think you’ll be long?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Not terribly long.”

“Okay,” she said before hurrying off toward the bedroom. I heard the bedroom door close behind her. I sucked down the last of my scotch and placed the glass in the sink before hurrying to the office. I closed the door so that Nan couldn’t so easily surprise me as she had before. I turned on the computer and started scanning through the footage of the day. I wished I had my scotch back in my hand when just shortly after the dozer driver started his day I saw him stop his work and make his way toward the house. He tested the sliding glass back door and, when he realized it was unlocked, he slid it open and walked in the house. I opened the bedroom camera footage and watched him walk around the room looking in dresser drawers and, when he got to my wife’s drawer with her favorite toys in it, I was certain that I heard him say, “that’s what I thought!”

That was all he did before he closed the drawer and left out of the back door. I was a little annoyed but I really shouldn’t have been surprised. I probably would have done the same thing.

Then, when Nan got home, I watched her work her way through the house. But I noticed her paying closer attention to the dozer driver than I thought she would if nothing had happened in the bathroom the day before. I still had no idea what had happened, if anything. And I couldn’t even be sure that he was actually in there. I had simply fucked up by deleting that footage prematurely.

My throat caught and I sat up straighter in my chair when, on the outdoor footage, I saw the dozer driver leave his dozer about the same time Nan had worked her way to the bedroom. My mind reeled. My prediction was I was about to see what I had anticipated seeing all along; Nan fucking the dozer driver. Well, I thought it would be Kyle, but  based on how she was looking out the window, and not knowing what might’ve happened in the bathroom, and seeing the dozer driver leave his post made me think this is it!

I felt my cock fill with anticipation. I was torn with excitement and worry. Did I want to see this happen or didn’t I? I didn’t know! I was torn! My heart answered one way and my mind and cock answered the other. Anticipating the worst (or the best) I pulled my shorts down and let my cock rise freely watching Nan move to the bedroom while the dozer driver sneaked to the outside sliding door leading to my bedroom.

My wife’s scream was louder through the computer than I expected and  I jumped, quickly reached for the volume knob on my speakers and turned them down until the man said “it’s okay” to her, then I turned the volume up higher. There stood my gorgeous wife, covering her tits, talking to the dozer driver through the screen door. And when she moved closer for him to have a better look at her tits I held the tip of my throbbing cock. My heart pounded heavy in my chest and I could hear my breathing shorten. Their conversation confirmed that the man had indeed seen her showering the day before. Bastard! But I couldn’t blame him since I too am a voyeur.

Then Nan moved closer and I started tugging on my cock. “Can you see them better now,” she said to him sliding the door open. When Nan reached out and touched the man after he climbed the steps toward our bedroom I knew it was only a matter of time before his cock was buried inside of her. While they talked Nan pulled his pants down, dropped to her knees, and gave him her trademark blowjob. I was jacking my cock so hard. I was surprised how turned on I was watching her suck his cock.

It wasn’t long before I could hear the man moaning and my wife urging him on. He moaned “oh my god” and Nan finished him. He leaned forward and pressed one hand on the house and the other was in her hair. She told him to cum on her tits and I nearly lost it, my climax was so close. It was then that I realized that this was the woman I desired most; the woman my wife became when she  let herself go and just be completely sexual.

When the man finished I expected more, but I didn’t get that. There was no embrace or soft whispers. She pulled his pants up, smiling, in fact they both were, and she closed the door. The dozer driver went back to work while Nan got in the shower. He was gone shortly thereafter and Nan never once touched herself or pulled out her toys. How she resisted I couldn’t know. And that’s when I finally understood tonight’s lingering looks. She was feeling guilty and wanted to tell me but she also wanted some cock inside of her. You’re so stupid!

I deleted the footage and turned on the live camera in our bedroom. Nan was naked, on our bed, her legs spread wide, and her thick dong was flying in and out of her pussy. The blue light from the porn on the television flickered on her skin. Her hips were bucking. I could hear her moaning. I had no idea if she’d already cum but I could tell she wouldn’t take much longer. My cock throbbed and I stroked it harder watching my wife masturbate. It wasn’t hard to tell who she was fantasizing about this time. No doubt she was fucking the dozer driver in her mind, imagining his cock in her pussy, remembering the taste of it in her mouth and the feel of him cumming against her tits.

I couldn’t take it any longer! I kicked my shorts off my ankles and practically ran to the bedroom. I threw the door open and didn’t give Nan any time to react. I rushed across the room onto the bed, my cock bouncing in front of me. She looked surprised but only slightly irritated that I had interrupted her orgasm. I grabbed her wrist and pulled the pseudo-cock out of her pussy, grabbed her by the back of the knees, lifted them towards her chest, and buried my hard cock deep inside my wife’s pussy. Nan came instantly. “Holy fuck!” she screamed and slammed her fists against the bed, wrapping her fists in the sheets while the orgasm tore through her body. I pumped her hard, fast. Her next orgasm came quickly too but this time I knew that it was the dozer driver fucking her in her mind. I slapped the outside of her ass treating her like I imagined the dozer driver would.

I felt my balls tighten and the tip of my cock swell. I fought it, I really did. But her warm, wet pussy felt so good. I pulled my cock out of Nan, grabbed her by the back of the head, and let her jack me off on her tits just like she did with the dozer driver. My cock exploded and I felt light-headed, biting my lip, moaning throughout. Nan told me to cum on her tits just like she did with the dozer driver. Little did she know I had seen and heard this part before.