Liz is 34, a year older than me, with long blonde hair and an hour glass figure to die for. She is naturally pretty when she is around the house in her “scruffs” as she likes to call them, but when she has her hair and makeup done she is absolutely to die for. I can’t think of an evening when we’ve been out somewhere and she has been glammed up to the nines when we haven’t rushed home to get busy in the bedroom immediately afterwards, me with an aching erection that I’ve been holding onto through my pocket just wanting to be inside her.
We moved in together after we had been with each other for around 7 months and now, just over 4 years later, our gorgeous son has just turned one.
I work hard to provide for them, sometimes having to work weekends as well, and it was after one Saturday shift that the first “incident” occurred. Our son was six months old and had just been to the birthday party of one of his little friends. Liz excitedly handed me her phone, cooing over the 30 or so photos that she had taken of him having fun and then went off to make a cup of tea. I like large phones, but she insists on a cute little old iPhone 6. Klutz that I am managed to hit “delete” on one photo instead of the “next” arrow and, muttering to myself that I need to get her a new phone, dived into the recycle bin to restore the photo.
I can still feel the shock of my heart running cold when the recycle bin opened.
Amongst the accidental screengrabs, blurry photos and pocket snaps there were two perfect selfies of Liz, taken in our bed. In both of them she was smirking seductively at the camera whilst in one she was pulling her top down under her perfect left breast, cupping it in her hand and pinching her nipple. The other she had her top under both breasts and her arm held underneath the ample, creamy flesh. Her nipples looked solid and she had a pink flush across her cheeks in both pics. I restored the pic of my son and went back to the album just as Liz walked in, kissed me and handed me a cup of tea.
I couldn’t say anything about the pictures as I didn’t want her to think I’d been snooping on her phone, but I couldn’t get the thought of her sending nudes to other men out of my head. The idea shocked me, horrified me — the thought of our little family being broken up by her infidelity. The thought of another man seeing her, touching her…
The trouble was, although it was dwelling in my mind and much as I hated it, I could feel just how rock solid my cock became every time I thought about it.
We have a shared PC in the home office and, one afternoon when Liz took our son to her mothers, I couldn’t stop myself. I logged in as Liz and opened Facebook. Being careful not to view any of her notifications so as not to arouse suspicion, I navigated to Messenger. Lots of chats with her mummy friends, then I noticed a conversation with her ex, Phil. Seemed very innocuous — chatting about junior and a couple of pics of him, but the conversation didn’t seem to flow or make sense. Almost as if she had deleted half of the messages. I felt my heart race once more and my cock was almost tearing through my jeans. Had she been sexting with Phil?
I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking of a plan and how I could put it together, not necessarily to catch her out, but because I couldn’t believe how much I was turned on and wanted to be a part of it. A couple of hours later, I was ready.
I was working from home because of COVID and so, rather than finish at 5, I told her that I had other work to do sadly and would be busy late into the night. I carefully left my mobile phone on my nightstand, propped up with the camera pointing at the bed. Back in the office with the door closed, I used the software I’d downloaded to access the camera on the phone and get a perfect view of the bed. Logging into her profile on the PC, I waited with messenger open.
As I thought, 20 minutes later the top message in the list changed to Phil, and a picture of Liz pouting at the camera appeared.
“Hey, how r u?” said Liz.
My heart was racing as the message changed to “read”.
“Hi, sexy. Looking good” came the reply.
Before I knew it, my cock was in my hand. I know I should have stopped it. Gone upstairs and snuggled down besides her not hidden away in the office pretending to work, but just seeing her on the camera lying in bed so innocently whilst talking to her ex made me rock solid.
They chatted a bit about what they had been doing that day, about a programme they had watched on TV and other nonsense, then they got onto the subject of “the other night”.
Liz: “You must think I’m terrible sending something like that. I don’t usually do it”
Phil: “Shame! Can’t tell you the reaction it got from downstairs”
Liz: “Did you delete them? I hope so. Don’t want Claire finding out!”
Phil: “Yes. I’d be in the shit if she did! Lol. Did Craig find the pics or did you send him a copy?”
Liz: “No, deleted them as well.”
Phil: “Shame”
Liz: “I can always take more”
Her right arm blocked my view fully on my makeshift spy cam, but I could see by her hand movements she was messing with her pyjama top. She held her phone away from her, aiming the self-camera at her chest, before pulling her top back up and moving the phone down to view the screen. As expected, seconds later, a picture of her cupping her left breast with an extraordinarily erect nipple appeared in the chat window.
Phil: “Mmmm. I want that in my mouth, Liz.”
My cock erupted all over my hand, a powerful, pumping action that I hadn’t felt in a long time spurted hot cum all over my fist. I couldn’t stop stroking, though. My cock was still solid. I was shaking with excitement about what was going to happen.
They reminisced about their time 10 years previously, talking over the time when Liz sucked him off in his friends bedroom, when he fingered her so hard she squirted on his hand, and all the time I watched and stroked.
Phil: “God, Liz, you’ve got me so hard. I keep having to scroll back up to look at the picture again”
She smiled to herself on the camera when she read that and then, pulling her top down again, I saw her use the selfie camera to snap another special picture for him.
Liz: “Save you scrolling”
A picture of her full rack, erect nipples and a broad smile on her face filled the message window.
She got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. I was careful to stay absolutely quiet and prayed that our son didn’t wake up.
She quietly closed the bedroom door and tiptoed back into bed. Hastily and without ceremony I watched on the camera as she pulled her pyjama trousers and knickers off. My heart stopped when she saw my phone and I watched, almost heartbroken, as she turned it around to look at the screen. It wobbled as she pressed the wake button, but thankfully the app I was using retained the lock screen and she put it back where it was charging on my nightstand, still facing the bed.
I had been desperate to see the next message, which just read:
Phil: “Sent a photo”