As she got comfortable on the bed, the blue dot meaning new message disappeared from the chat and I opened the message. It was of Phil, his phone between his legs pointing to his massive erect cock, his face in the background concentrating on taking the photo.
Phil: “Look what you’ve done to me, Liz”
Hearts filled the screen as Liz replied with a “love” reaction and, as my relatively small cuckolded cock spurted a second massive load on top of the first still in my hand I wondered absentmindedly whether she would save it to her phone.
She leaned over and rummaged in her bedside drawer, lifting her leg slightly to afford my spy camera a beautiful view of her gorgeous bum. I knew what she was looking for.
Liz: “Guess what you’ve done to me by showing me that monster, big boy!”
She was lying down on the bed now instead of propped up on the headboard. My cock was still hard, my heart pounding so hard my vision was shaking in time to the beat, the hissing rush of blood in my ears.
The camera phone was held high, again pointing at her chest, before coming back down for her to type on the little device.
Phil: “This?”
A gif of a waterfall.
Liz: “Sent a photo”
I knew what she kept in her nightstand drawer. In the picture her gorgeous, naked boobs glowed in the dim light of the over-bed lamps, and the light picked out the glitter in the sparkling pink silicone vibrator laid between her ample mounds.
Phil reacted to the picture with the “love” reaction and, again, my screen was covered with floating little hearts.
Liz lifted her legs, her knees automatically parting as her right hand slipped down between them. Through my headphones I could hear the slight squelch, the whisper of a gasp as her fingers slipped inside herself. Would she risk alerting me and waking our son by turning on the vibrator?
She stopped abruptly, her legs straightening and both hands putting her phone near her face. She studied the screen for a moment, holding her phone close to her face. Then I heard the familiar ringing, very loud as she scrambled for the volume button on the side of the phone.
“Hey, sexy”. She whispered. “You like what you saw?”
My cock throbbed in my hand, my heartrate increased as she moved the phone slightly and I saw his face on the phone moving. She had video called him.
My stomach churned, heart pounding even harder and I felt sick as I now turned my attention to the spy-phone screen propped up on my nightstand. I zoomed the image in as close as I could and could just make out the blurred image of a man on the screen watching her. Movement, and it was replaced by the end of his cock, his hand squeezing the end of it as he stroked himself.
“Oh, babe! He’s so big. I miss feeling him deep inside me” whispered Liz.
I was so frustrated not to hear the reply from him.
She picked up the vibrator and gently slid the tip between her lips, her tongue licking the end as she simulated giving it a blow job.
Whispered, poor quality mutterings from the phone.
“Mmmm, that would be amazing. I wish it was your cock too” said Liz and swallowed the silicone coated plastic shaft into the back of her throat, her eyes fixed on the phone in front of her.
She slid the plastic shaft down her body, her phone hovering at arms length tracing it’s journey down past her heaving breasts and across her stomach. I saw her knees lift and part again, this time a louder squelch and a moan as she pushed it into her pussy.
She adjusted her position on the bed, rolling towards the camera slightly and for a moment flicked the screen in the direction of my spy phone. Phil was stroking his cock hard. His phone was clearly propped up between his legs so that she could see his face and his glistening shaft clearly. It looked like she was trying to do the same for him as she scrunched up the duvet between her knees and propped up the phone, both hands disappearing between her legs.
“That’s better,” she whispered. “Can you see me ok, babe?”
My cock was raging as another man watched my beautiful girlfriend play with herself on camera for him. I could take it no more, and started thinking with my head rather than my cock. I logged out of her account, wiped the sticky mess from my hands as best I could and, after buttoning up my trousers again, tiptoed upstairs from the office. I was determined to surprise and confront her.
It took around 20 seconds from decision to bursting through the bedroom door like a man possessed. Various light night drunken exploits over the years had taught me where the creaking steps in the house were to avoid waking her. She shot me a quizzical look at my explosive entrance to the room, and I had to stop myself falling over in shock. She was lying under the duvet, phone in hand with the bleep blip of her favourite game coming from the soundtrack.
There was a pause as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“You ok?” she asked
She looked slightly flushed and there was a familiar scent of her beautiful pussy lingering in the air.
“Yes. Sorry, don’t know what happened there with the door. Not interrupting anything am I?”
Again, the quizzical look as she slowly replied:
“No. Have you finished work?
I nodded.
“Good”, she said, throwing back the duvet to reveal she was naked. “Come to bed, then. I’m really horny tonight for some reason and I can see you are too”
We made love. Liz usually managed at least two orgasms whenever we had sex, but tonight I counted at least 8. She was like an animal, and her pussy was wetter than I have known it in years. I was amazed that I was even hard after cumming downstairs, but I still managed to fill her deeply, my balls pressed against her bum and her legs wrapped around my waist as I came.
I could hear her breathing deeply, rhythmically as I crept out of bed. It was still dark, the glow from my phone screen telling me it was 3:30am as I sneaked into the office and turned on the PC again. I logged back into her Facebook account and saw that there was one message from Phil.
Phil: “So sorry. She caught me. Thanks for an amazing time. Stay sexy”
Underneath in small letters “This person is unavailable on messenger”
I could feel myself relax, but in my heart of hearts I knew it was the start of something else and there was a good chance this would happen again.