As luck would have it, both Nan and I had short business trips starting the next day (day 26). We barely spoke that morning following her secret gangbang and her discovery that I knew. I picked up my secret-revealing wallet that she had found under the garage window where I hid listening to her in ecstasy with four other men. In my rush it must’ve slipped out of my back pocket. Her discovery, however, had put an impenetrable cloak over us, stifling our ability to speak, wrapping its thick cloth around our tongues and gagging us. It was harder to watch her leave that morning than I thought possible. Only now did I wish that I could tell her how much I enjoyed watching her be honest with her desire to express her sexual needs with the other men and that I should’ve told her I knew everything that had gone on from the moment we started building the garage.

With that moment gone I grabbed my suit bag and drove to the airport passing the white truck full of construction workers who probably would be quite disappointed to find that Nan would not be serving them drinks that day or the next several days. In fact, they would not see her again. Their job would be done and they would be gone before either of us returned from our work assignments. A week later I pulled into the new garage, completed, with only the final check needing to be signed over to Kyle, our general contractor, the guy who really was to blame for all of this. After all, had he and my wife had not inadvertently, or not so inadvertently, exchanged and held glances that day before construction was to begin I wouldn’t have been so suspicious. But I was. And I wanted to know. I wanted to catch her. I wanted to watch.

Kyle’s truck was parked alongside the driveway as I pulled into the garage. Nan’s car was inside the garage. I had anticipated she would be home earlier than me since we had at least briefly talked over the course of the week. I had to admit that I was surprised Kyle was already there but I actually didn’t know when he had planned to show up, just that he would. I walked outside of the garage and stood beside Kyle’s truck, looking up at the final product and the secrets it held. As I stood beside Kyle’s truck, with my bag draped over my shoulder and the cooling breeze in the air, I realized that Kyle’s truck was cool to the touch. The hood of the truck would have been radiating heat had it been turned off within the past fifteen minutes or so. But not Kyle’s truck. No. His truck was cool, almost cold. As though it had been sitting in that spot for some time. How long has he been here?! How long has she been home?!  How long have they been together…alone?!

I glanced to the kitchen windows to see if I could see in. Nothing! I thought about running around the garage to the bedroom slider door where I watched Nan give the dozer driver a blowjob, but decided I didn’t need to sneak anymore. The last time I “sneaked” she caught me and I spent the remainder of the past week wondering what the consequence would be. Fact was I did need to sneak. I knew exactly what was going on in my house. It would have been her last chance to fuck Kyle and I realized that her discovery of my spying was the green-light for her to fuck Kyle if she wanted to, and I knew she damn well wanted to.

My heart exploded in my chest. My breathing seemed to stop. My head dizzied. Instinctively my legs moved my body quickly towards the front door of the house where I found the outside door unlatched and the inside door opened a crack, as though there had been no time to close them. Cautiously I opened the doors and stepped inside, quietly placing my bags beside the door I quietly closed the door behind me. I held my breath. My heart thumped so loud that I could hear it and feel it in my temples. On the floor I saw clothing littered towards the hallway; men’s clothes, women’s clothes. Then…I heard her. That familiar, loud moan she has when something has suddenly made her feel good. I could only guess what but I had to believe it was Kyle’s cock being buried inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” Nan cried from the bedroom at the end of the clothing path in the hallway. I quietly followed the trail toward the door, which was opened wide. No secret intention here. She wanted me to know. She wanted me to catch her. I remained stealth as I stepped into the bedroom. From the door the side of the bed is easily seen. On her back lay my beautiful wife, completely naked. Her tits swayed toward her chin then back again. Her legs were spread wide in the air. Kyle’s thick hands held her ankles. His lean, chiseled body was also absent clothes and his naked hips thrust against my wife.

Nan’s hands strained and rolled the bedspread into a fist. Her eyes were closed tight. Her forehead furrowed. Her mouth was open and wanting moans lifted from her throat. The sound of their naked bodies slapping and my wife’s moaning made my cock come fully erect in my dress pants. It was only then that I realized my wife probably hadn’t been laid in a week, unless she had picked up some strange on her business trip and hadn’t told me. Hell I hadn’t been laid in longer than that! And watching my wife get fucked made my cock fill up and my balls tighten.

I knew Nan was about to cum when she lifted her head and looked at Kyle’s face with a seriousness that said everything I needed to know about what his cock was doing to her. She pulled the bedspread upward and released a moan like I’ve never heard from her. She slammed her head back to the bed and arched her back. Each intense wave of her orgasm caused her body to lift and lower while she came. “Fucking hell!” she finally said when the tension released and her hands let go of the bedding.

“Too bad you’re going to have to wait for a bit,” Nan said looking at me. “Hope you don’t mind.” I was stunned. Never had she not invited me to join before. Never had she made it clear that I was going to have to wait my turn. I attempted to say something but even as my voice caught she interrupted me.

“I know you’ve been watching me, Jay!” she said as she moved and released her body from Kyle’s. His long, thick shaft was soaked with my wife’s orgasm. After I found your wallet I realized that you had been watching me all along. I suspected, but didn’t know.” Nan moved to her hands and knees, with her palms resting on the side of the bed facing me and her ass facing the opposing wall.

“I saw the little red light inside the fake fire alarm and realized that you had rigged the house with those little fucking cameras all over the place.” Nan didn’t once raise her voice or have an accusatory tone in her statements. She was simply stating facts. Just saying what she knew. “I finally found the software you used on the computer. I’ve saved all of it for you in one folder. I spent the afternoon after my discovery editing out the boring parts and just made a movie of the scenes for you.”

Nan waved Kyle to move in behind her. He put his knees on the bed and she spread her knees further apart. “I saved the one where I sucked the dozer driver and all my masturbation scenes. I even saved the one where I masturbated in your office watching the videos that afternoon after the gangbang.”

I again started to speak and she shooshed me. “Sit down over there. I’m not done yet.” I pulled off my jacket, loosened my tie, and sat in the chair near the door. “C’mon, Kyle,” she said. “Fuck me with that gorgeous cock. Nan moaned while Kyle slid his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and her face looked like she was in ecstasy. “Fuck he’s good, Jay!” Kyle started slow, hard thrusts, pushing air out of her lungs while she talked.

“There’s more on the video for you to watch,” she said in heaves. Each time he thrust it sounded like she was letting out a yell with her words. “I felt bad you didn’t get to see the gangbang.” Kyle grabbed her hips. “So I cancelled my trip and spent the next day…the entire day…fucking the same crew.” My cock nearly pulsed. I held it tight as it pressed through my pants.

“When I knew you were gone, I came home. In the morning I laid on this bed. One-by-one they came in here. Each one of them fucked me by themselves throughout the morning. After one would cum and return to work, someone else came in. Fuck, Jay! I lost count, baby! I came so many times while they fucked me in every possible position. The second time they came through they took longer to cum. But each one of them came!”  Nan started moaning and her voice grew softer. Kyle’s rhythm had intensified. He was fucking her much faster now.

“I took a shower and then, in the afternoon, all four of them came in here.” Nan was moaning between statements now. I unzipped my pants and started stroking it. I was so hard and wanted to cum. I wanted to fuck my wife and I couldn’t wait to hear what else she had done while I was away.

“Oh god, Jay! He feels so fucking good!” Nan was close but she kept telling me the story. She rocked back to meet his thrusts. “There were times when I couldn’t breathe,” she continued. “As soon as I came a new cock would enter me. They just did whatever they wanted to do to me. And, baby, I hope you’ll understand, I needed them so bad…all of them. I nearly lost my mind when I I was riding one guy, and had another cock in my mouth, and then the thick cock of another guy slid inside my ass for my first DP! I’m so sorry you weren’t here for it…” Nan started moaning louder. Kyle thrust harder and faster. Nan’s body shook. “Fuck!” she finally yelled as her body exploded for another orgasm.

Kyle kept fucking her. His body was rolling with sweat and he appeared to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. When she was done, Nan continued, “I came so hard, Jay, with both cocks inside. But then they started taking turns and I think I came without stop until each one of them came on my ass or pussy.” Kyle’s pounding was more fierce. His face contorted. My wife’s pussy was finally about to make his cock explode.

“When they left I made sure to edit the footage for you. You’ll be able to watch it over and over again!” Nan started moaning again. “I called Kyle a couple of days later,” she said. “I made sure to keep all the video of him fucking me in the living room. Of him fucking me in the hallway. Of him fucking me on our kitchen counters.” She was moaning louder as she spoke. Kyle started moaning.

“I recorded us fucking in the shower…in the bathroom!” Her face looked tormented, as though her body was attacking her. “I recorded him fucking me with one of his construction buddies!  Oh god, Jay! Fuck, baby! I DP’d them too!” My hand was flying up and down my cock and precum was slipping out.

“Last night he brought his wife over, Jay! I fucked her too, baby! I recorded it for you!”

“Holy fuck!” yelled Kyle. His body tensed and his head flipped backwards. His cock exploded inside of my wife. Her body immediately responded and she squealed while she came. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever seen revealed itself in her face. She was nearly crying she came so hard.

I leaped to my feet and went to the side of the bed. I pulled my wife to her back, grabbed her legs, flipped her hips to the edge of the bed, and stuck my throbbing cock inside of her. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. My orgasm helped trigger hers for a little longer before we collapsed into each other.

Kyle fell to the bed and I rested my body against my wife. We looked into each other’s eyes. There were no words needed. We had fulfilled some of our deepest fantasies, our deepest needs. Never an apology was needed for either of our actions. And we’ve watched the videos together many times since then. Several of those times we’ve watched with Kyle and his wife. And now that the garage is done, Nan has decided we need to remodel the house. Kyle assured us he would check his calendar and bring in lots of construction help to get the job done.