This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
This story will span several chapters and will eventually involve wife swapping, cheating, and incest themes. Be warned.
I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. If you want to be an editor, let me know.
MMMMMMF, MF, FF, Orgy, Swinging, Wife, bdsm, Exhibitionism, Voyeur, Incest Themes
Chapter 3
I sent Raine home after we watched her video. She was almost inconsolable, but I couldn’t let her stay overnight, especially considering her parents didn’t know she was out of the house. After she promised to go straight home and go to bed, I let her drive her dad’s car home. She understood she would have to tell her parents herself. It would have been far worse if they had to approach her about the video rather than the other way around.
I went to bed wondering if I needed to be there when she told them. Probably best that I not. Especially considering that watching that video had filled my member to throbbing. If I hadn’t shooed her off, the little head would have made a bad decision. As it was, my little head had me playing the video again as I lay in bed, my cock bouncing on my belly of its own accord and screaming for me to touch it.
I obliged. A single drop of precum formed at the tip as I gave it a squeeze to try to calm it down.
The video I had first clicked on had been cut down to the part we saw. When I searched again, I found another version of it that was longer, starting with Raine setting up her computer. I could see her lips moving, but there was no audio on this clip, which made me wonder how many people Ryan shared this with. If it spread too far, Junior would have a tough time getting them taken down. But my little head wouldn’t let me worry about that. It had me focused on what I was watching.
Raine was wearing nothing but her halter top, which came down to the tops of her thighs. If she lifted her arms, her pussy would have been on full display. Not that she was worried about that at the time. I could see the wetness glistening on the insides of her thighs below the hem. It was clear her plan didn’t require modesty. While my brain told me I should have been uncomfortable at her nudity, my little head didn’t seem to mind.
On the screen, she climbed on the bed and settled the computer on the edge of the mattress. She was still talking to Ryan as she did, but she kept fidgeting with the touchpad, which I assume meant she was pulling up the video I had seen her playing. I guess watching Ryan rubbing one off wasn’t enough to get her motor going.
As she was getting everything the way she wanted it, I was mesmerized by the swaying of her pendulous breasts in her halter–the points of her nipples swinging like a hypnotist’s watch–and I was under her spell. She reached over the computer for a second, then she leaned back and stacked her pillows behind her before reclining, her long hair spreading out cascading over the sheets. She lay like that for a few minutes, her mouth moving as though she were talking to someone, probably Ryan, but without audio, I couldn’t be sure. As she spoke, her fingers absently traced the folds of the nightshirt over her thighs and her left leg rocked back and forth in a mindless fidget.
My imagination tried to fill in the dialog of her conversation which must have already ramped beyond simple flirting, if her erect nipples were any indication. I watched her finger dip under the hem of her nightshirt, rubbing the warm flesh underneath. Her hands traveled from the ridge of her hip bone along the inner swell of her thigh toward the moist junction between them. Her knee rotated out and slowly bend, revealing the pink flesh of her folds before her hand moved to cover it.
Raine brought her other hand to trace her finger along the swell of her breast. The whole time she continued talking to Ryan. Suddenly, she sat back up and peeled the shirt off her body, her breasts bobbing and swaying with the movement before she returned to her reclining position, only this time, her thighs were spread. I could see the swell of her puffy mons, and the fleshy hood of her clit peeking out from between her labia. The whole area was shiny with her excitement.
She ran her finger down between the moist lips, spreading them and dipping into the deeper wetness within. First she sawed one finger in and out, but after a few strokes, a second finger joined in, all the while her thumb strummed her clit.
My cock was throbbing, screaming at me for some attention. I tried to ignore it. I wanted to see everything on the video before I allowed myself some relief. I watched her fingers probe and ply her pussy for several minutes. She didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to cum as she just stroked, rubbed, and teased her pussy with her fingers as she watched the video. It almost made me want to watch that video myself. It had been more than 20 years since I video-taped it and as I remember that night was really hot. But then again, I had no desire to see Shelly, even during a time when we were a couple.
After some time, she reached to her nightstand and returned with a large penis-shaped vibrator. She didn’t even have to use any lube as she spread her legs and slipped it right into her soaked gash up to the control ring at the base. Her head pitched back, and her chest swelled under the sensations of the pulsing vibrator deep in her core. She stretched her legs out with her knees together as she rubbed her clit with one hand and teased her nipples with the other. She began to jerk in small spasms across her whole body as her passion rose toward her peak.
When I watched her mouth form a drawn out “yes,” I realized this was the point when I discovered her that night. I watched from Ryan’s angle as her thighs snapped open revealing her soaking wet pussy stuffed with her vibrator. She grabbed it by the base, withdrew it and plunged it back in as deep as she could. I watched with rapt fascination as her lips rode the shaft folding in on themselves on the in-stroke and reappearing on the out. That was enough for me. Those thick pussy lips riding that shaft might as well have been riding my cock. I erupted without touching myself for the second time watching her come again.
After she came, I watched as she let the vibrator slip from her now-gaping pussy as she panted from her orgasm. I also saw something that made my heart skip. In the background, in the doorway, cast in shadows, someone was standing there watching. Fortunately, only part of the boxer shorts was visible in the camera angle, and it was not obvious. But if someone looked close enough, it wasn’t hard to figure out someone was watching, and that someone was an adult male. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to figure out that figure was me. And Raine is no idiot.
I slept fitfully, wondering what I was going to do if anyone noticed that Raine had a witness to her web cam exploits. Images of her sopping cunt interspersed with images of me losing my family. Junior would never understand my peeking on his stepdaughter while the kids were in my care. The only idea I could hang my hopes on was that anyone watching it would be too enraptured by her playing that they wouldn’t notice the shadowy form in the doorway.