Video Conferencing
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It was many years ago when computers and the internet were still in their infancy that I was spending the weekend on my own as my wife Helen is out of town, attending a tech seminar for her job.
She was always the smart one in the marriage and she had a pretty good job as an IT specialist for a big financial corporation that was really into gaining an advantage from all the exciting things that were being developed at that time. She was also a bit of a party girl and I often wondered what else might go on on these business trips away; it always seemed to me that there was every opportunity for a bit of fun once the business had been finished with for the day. Helen never admitted any such thing; neither did she disabuse me of the idea.
For myself, I am more of a practical kind of guy, good with my hands but a complete ignoramus when it comes to computers and such stuff. Might even have called me a 'Technophobe' if the word had been invented at that time. However, she was forever patient with me, told me she loved me, and that there would never be anyone else, and added to my ignorance by telling me in Mickey Mouse terms what the weekend was all about.
I waved her off with an understanding that she was going to learn how to use some new video conferencing system. I wasn't convinced about her denials of the other fun stuff.
I have plenty to keep me occupied around the house whenever she goes away but I guess immersing myself in doing whatever is only an excuse to be biding time waiting for the moment at the end of the day when I know that she will be calling to share her news. I do so miss her when she goes away and the best part of my weekend is when she calls to let me know her travel plans and lets me what time I can expect to see her back home.
It was early evening when the phone rings and as expected, it was Helen. As ever, she is full of herself and so enthusiastic about learning new things. She tells me that the seminar is over for the day and she’s all excited about what she has learned and what it will mean to the office when she gets back to work. I got the gist of what she was trying to explain but have to admit that a lot of the technical details went straight over my head. She giggled to hear my confusion and then with mock exasperation she said that perhaps it might be better if she gave a practical demonstration.
Now she was confusing me.
She told me to go and sit at our home computer. I did so and after switching it on she gave me a string of numbers which she said was called an IP address to type into the command line. As soon as I confirmed that I had the numbers right, she shocked me by saying, "now hit return … goodbye" and the phone disconnected.
I put the phone down and did as she instructed and hit the return key. As if by magic, the screen lit up and there is my wife's smiling face and saying, "hello again."
Wow, this is amazing, not only can I hear and talk to my wife through the computer but I can see her! This was the stuff of science fiction.
"Wow, how did you do that?"
"Cool, huh? It's a new thing. You can plug in a special camera and it lets you communicate with another similarly equipped computer over the internet anywhere in the world."
This was verging on 'too much information' for me but I kind of got the idea and to prove that I was keeping up I asked, "so can you see me?"
She laughed again and said, "Nope, not at the moment. Our computer is too old and hasn't got the right connections to plug in a camera but, don't worry, I'll be upgrading it after I get home and then we shall be able to take full advantage of this crazy idea. But I can hear you and I know that you can see me so let's carry on our chat while I get ready.
"Get ready; ready for what?"
"My class has been invited out for dinner tonight by the guys who are training us and I'm joining them. We can talk while you can watch me get ready "
With that, she does a sexy little striptease, sits down on the edge of the bed, and teasingly holds up her breasts for me to see. Awesome, and I told her so.
Then she stood up and moved off-camera presumably toward the bathroom telling me she is going to have a shower and I am left looking at nothing in particular but hearing sounds coming from the bathroom. I remained glued to the screen, marveling at this innovation of being able to communicate via video, and my patience is rewarded when she reappears with a towel wrapped around her wet body. She didn't pay much attention in my direction as I watched her dry herself off but she did pass a few comments that suggested she was well aware that she was being watched and it seemed to me that she making this into some kind of game that she was being spied upon by her voyeur husband. Maybe not; perhaps it was just my fevered imagination.
She flitted in and off camera and each time she reappeared it was to see another layer of clothing had been tastefully draped over her delectable body until the point whereby after a minimal amount of make-up had been applied that she declared herself dressed and raring to go. She looked lovely.
Satisfied with her appearance, she tells me that she might call me back later and comes over toward where she has set up the computer and gives me a 'mwah' air kiss, and reaches out to switch the computer off … only she didn't wait to see it shut down … because it didn't switch off.
I watch her leave and I am left staring at her empty hotel room.
I remained seated in front of our computer and with nothing better to do I spent the remainder of the evening checking out some of my favorite porn sites; I didn't know much about the internet but I did know enough to be able to access some very interesting sites. Indeed, although a novice with this new technology I was sufficient 'internet smart' in between my surfing to be able to check back from time to time to the link she had given me that showed her hotel room. Not that it did me much good for come 10 o’clock and seeing no change I decided the time had come for me to get myself to bed.
Thankfully, I decided to check one more time before logging out and switching off.
My heart gave a jump when I click over to hear voices and find movement, the picture on my screen is in motion and Helen is walking around the room with the camera of her computer following her as it pans around. I then hear a male voice explaining something about 'focussing' then the camera stopped moving (presumably the guy whose voice I heard had been moving the computer and had set it down). Then, hello, there's a man standing slightly behind my wife holding two drinks. The drinks guy is black, and then with the camera pointing toward the bedroom mirror, I can see that the voice I was hearing belongs to a black man as well. This is interesting!
I hear my wife thanking them for taking the time to show her the additional features of the video system and the camera. It is obvious from her demeanor that she is both joking about the reason these guys have come to her room and, more obviously, that she is unaware that the computer is still connected to the internet. Even more importantly, her husband is listening and looking in.
I was highly amused to witness her appearance and the way she was talking it was clear that she must have had more than a few drinks with her dinner... I also knew what she could be like once she had a few drinks inside her.
She thanks them again for the dinner and drinks but she is not thinking that socializing for the night is over and I can see that they are in no hurry to leave.
“Well, if you want to thank us, we can think of a better way to show it, how about giving us a blow job?” the man with the camera asks.
“I can’t do that,” she said with a laugh, “I’m a married woman”
“Yeah, you can,” he replies “You invite us back to your room and there’s only one thing a white woman is interested in doing when she hands out invites to black brothers in a hotel. You think we didn't get the message when you said you were interested in our hardware,” he said with a laugh.
Along with her flushed face, I notice Helen’s nipples are now visibly erect. She’s getting turned on.
“No, honestly, it's nothing to do with that,” she says unconvincingly looking at the camera, “I just needed clarification on the...."
The man behind her reaches around and cups her breasts in his black hands, “You say no, but these say something else.” I watch as he caresses her through the silk blouse and Helen obligingly moans as he pinches her nipples.
“I shouldn’t be doing this … I’m married …. my husband … he, huh, …." her voice trailed off as she submitted to the attention of those black hands.
“You white ladies always say 'Shouldn’t' but I ain't convinced, never have been," said the man groping her tits.
I hear one of the voices, "… you want clarification? Well, I can tell you that the system can record events so that we can look at them later; that's kind of neat ain't it?" It was said with a sblackman and the sound of the keyboard being tapped as the picture shuddered and the computer position being slightly adjusted to show the bed center screen and for the 'cameraman' to set it down to join in on the action.
I am transfixed at what I see unfolding before me and thinking, 'ain't technology wonderful?'
My thoughts are disturbed by the sound of more soft moaning from her (she is going along with whatever is being done to her) and then the indistinct sound of a belt buckle being undone followed by the more distinct noise of a trouser zipper being pulled.
Several minutes go by and all I can do is listen to a lot of moaning and giggling about whatever action might be going on occurring off-camera. Then suddenly, the picture changes as the camera is swung around by an unseen hand to show Helen kneeling in front of one of the men. Her dress has been discarded, she is almost nude with legs and a round white ass bare, her bra has been pulled down to her waist and her soft white breasts have a large black cock pressed between her tits. She stares up at the 'owner' as she alternately rubs and hugs it to her breasts. Any pretense that this is something she has been reluctantly ******* into doing has been forgotten by her and she enthusiastically responds to his command, "suck it bitch!".
She starts licking the entire length of this man’s impressive shaft and nibbling around the bulbous cock head. I watch her taking her time, enjoying herself, and getting him very excited. He settled back as Helen held his cock with two hands before lowering her head and stretch wide her open mouth to accommodate his size. I knew from experience what the guy must be feeling as she went from slow and sensual to then picking up the pace and beginning vigorously stroking him with both hands as the bulbous head filled her mouth. She's done this to me so many times before and I knew that she wants him to fill her mouth with his cum.
It didn't take long, I saw his buttocks stiffen slightly, hear him groan and suddenly her mouth is being flooded with his hot spunk. I watched as she tried to swallow but he gushes again and cum floods out between her swollen lips and dribbled down her chin. She giggled and still holding him fast she rubs his shiny black cock across her face and licks the oozing knob as she tries milking more out of him. I can’t believe what I have just witnessed, my proper little wife sucking cock like a whore!
Off camera, I hear, “My turn. Now get up on that bed and show me some of that ass and pussy.”
Then an aside, I hear the guy who has just been sucked by my wife say, “Lemme adjust the camera I wanna make sure we get this recorded so we can make a DVD to look at later!“
I sat looking at the screen trying to make sense and take in all that I was viewing, my wife acting like a whore, two very impressive cocks of black strangers waiting to pleasure her, and, me, with my stiff cock in hand willing her to make a good job of whatever was to come next. She didn't disappoint.
“Like this?” I hear Helen ask in a sexy purr.
“Uh-huh,” the man replies.
My mind is racing as the camera once again moves and then stops to point toward the bed. I gasp to see that Helen is on all fours with a huge black cock hanging inches away from her pink slit. It belongs to the other guy and he is kneeling on the bed behind her. I held my breath as I watched him grab hold of his cock and rest it between the soft white cheeks of her ass. He then slides it back and forth along the length of her crack. Grabbing her fleshy cheeks, he squeezes them together enveloping his ebony rod and as he pushes back and forth for a while I see the impossible happening, he is getting harder and even more erect.
“Oh my god ... there is no way that thing is going to fit into her,” I think to myself …
… but I am wrong, the next thing I see is him leaning back, and guiding himself he grabs himself and pushes his cock into the tiny opening of her velvety cunt. He held onto the top of her hips and starts sliding his huge penis into my wife’s sweet pussy.
Her skin is stretched tight around his thick pole and I can see her tense up as she feels him pushing deeper. He stopped moving which seemed to relax her a moment before she, clearly impatient, begins to push back against him. It wasn't hurting her as much as I had assumed!
He pulls back and she whimpered (again) as he begins to fuck her very slowly and pushes his oversized penis to fill her to the max, his balls squashed against her butt. Another pause to, I assume, allow her to get used to his thickness and then he deliberately grabs her hips tighter and starts to fuck faster. I can see her ass jiggle with each thrust.
She squeezes two handfuls of the bedspread, closes her eyes tight, and, damn, she seems to explode from a powerful orgasm, gasping for breath as he continues to fuck her mercilessly. The new cameraman focuses in on the huge cock pushing in and out of my wife. The skin of her tender pussy clings tightly to his slippery black shaft. The camera backs up. Helen has finally caught her breath and is now panting as the man continues to piston into her.
I hear him say, “I’m gonna come,” and with one final ******* thrust, it is clear that he is emptying those black swinging bollocks deep inside of my wife’s hot cunt.
Helen makes a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a groan and I can see her cunt lips clinging to his slimy stiff cock trying to keep him inside of her as long as she can.
He laughs, “As that black dick do ya huh?” rocking himself back and forth allowing her to enjoy it as long as he stays hard. He finally pulls out and it's like a tap has been opened when his cum starts to flood and drip down the inside of her thigh. She slumps forward savoring the moment.
The camera moves and I am now looking into a mirror and can see the laptop computer which has been faithfully transmitting the fucking of my wife. I hear talking but initially can’t make out what is being said and then once I do have clarity, it is to understand that maybe her two visitors are thinking about getting ready to leave.
I try to collect my thoughts. My wife is in a hotel room in another city with two black men. I just watched her fuck and suck them both, and my dick is harder than a rock. The camera moves again.
“How’s that?” I hear one of them ask.
“Make it a little higher,” is the reply.
“How’s that?”
“Good,” he says and with the moving of the camera once more I find myself looking at my monitor to see Helen is in profile straddling one of the guys and her hands are moving up and down in front of her as she strokes him back to life.
“Here we go again,” I murmur to myself.
The second guy comes back into the shot content that he has adjusted the camera for the best effect and he stands alongside the bed next to her. She leans over obligingly and takes his cock into her mouth.
Oh... My... God, this is my wife shamelessly whoring herself with these two black men. I never thought she was capable of anything like this.
She bobs her head up and down his lengthy shaft and it isn’t long before he does the expected thing and starts getting erect. Still grasping the first man's cock she lifts herself and guides the fat knob into her gaping pussy to slowly slide down onto his ebony shaft. As she does so, the other guy who she is still trying to suck stands up on the bed straddles his friend and points his cock at Helen’s face. She leans forward and reaches up to grab it with one hand while cupping his balls in the other.
I grab my cock and try to emulate and phase my stroking in time with what she is doing, a deliciously warm feeling comes over me as I do so.
Alternating her activities, she starts to ride the man beneath her, slowly moving up and down. Once she settles into a slow pace, she returns her attention to the cock between her lips and leans further forward so she can stuff more into her mouth, dragging her lips across his rigid black skin, clearly reveling at feeling every bulging vein and contour of his dick.
She looks as if she is losing her balance and the guy she is sucking must sense the same as he obligingly takes over and holds the sides of her head and starts pumping his cock back and forth across her soft tongue. She looks up at him with gratitude as he begins to fucks her mouth.
The other guy who she has momentarily stopped fucking reminds her he is thereby pushing up which causes her to recommence pushing down and soon everyone is in equilibrium once more … including me.
She soon recovers her balance and I can see the muscles in her legs and ass tighten. I recognize the signs; she is about to have another orgasm. On cue, her head falls back and the cock in her mouth is expelled as she twitches in the throes of uncontrollable *******. She leans further back for a moment, then collects herself and opening her eyes reaches out to welcome the wet cock bobbing in front of her face. Without a pause in the action, I am treated to the sight of her giving full attention to providing another blow job to one man while sitting with her cunt stuffed to the hilt by another man's cock.
The man in front of her is showing his excitement and he is now thrusting his cock into her mouth but he is too big to get very far and looks frustrated. I can sympathize (I am feeling the same) and, just like me, he grasps his cock and starts jerking off. Unlike me, he has something to aim at and he comes just as she opens her mouth but his aim is bad and he misses her face completely. Instead, the spurts from his cock cover her left breast and stomach; mine just fountain and send ropes of spunk over the screen and keyboard in front of me!
I watch as she grabs his cock and licks it clean wishing that it was me that she was tasting. I couldn't help myself agreeing with his next action which was to take hold of her blond hair and thrust his now softening cock back into her mouth. Helen spoiled the moment by gagging which caused him to smile, pull himself out and step down from the bed and move out of the camera shot ….
…which gave the other guy who she was astride room to turn her over onto her back and start to hump her missionary style. He quickly settled into a rhythm in which Helen showed her approval by talking as he fucks her, “Oh yes, oh yes … Fuck me, fuck me with that big black cock …. Push, .push,” she urges right before reaching another climax.
He keeps humping her and, “unh … Ohh ….UNnnn …. here it comes, here it comes … I'm cumming!” he announces. He arches his back and pushes hard one last time, shooting his load deep inside my wife’s well-lubricated cunt. He collapsed on top of her and lay still for a few moments before gingerly pulling out his still-dripping dick and rolling off of the bed.
“Now I'm guessing you might have had all the clarification you were looking for and a word of thanks wouldn't go amiss. Do I hear a 'thank you'?
She giggled as the two men start to get dressed. “Thank you …. for the clarification …. for everything.”
They stood there pulling on their discarded clothes and didn't take too much notice of the white wife who they had just rigorously fucked lying naked on the bed recovering from the sexing she has just received. Without another word, they left the room.
Helen sighed and then reached down to feel the cum oozing out of her red, puffy-lipped cunt. I watch as she rubs some between her fingers before licking and then smearing more around her clit. I am amazed to see my wife begin to pleasure herself, occasionally dipping a finger into her cunt to draw out more spunk to keep things lubricated. It doesn’t take her long to reach her last orgasm of the night.
And that's when things got interesting and, I guess, marked a watershed of what was going to happen in the future of our marriage.
She looked toward the camera and having gotten her bearings staggered toward where the laptop was standing. She stood in front of the seeing eye of the camera and began to intone what she had learned in the seminar, “Okay, to close out the program, first stop recording, then disconnect remote viewers."
A shriek, "Oh no, God no .." and the screen went blank as she realized the connection to me, her husband, was still active.
A couple of minutes later the phone rings and, no surprise, it’s Helen.
“Hi,” she says innocently. “I told you that I might call later”.
“Hi to you too, I was just about to go to bed.”
“What did you do all night?” she asked, obviously fishing to see if I had witnessed her debauchery.
I decided to let her stew, “Not much, how about you? Did you have any fun?”
“Ah, a little. It was a nice meal and the two guys who were hosting, our trainers, were really good fun. They taught me a lot and it seems that I might be seeing them again in the future to learn about using the system for multi-tasking."
“From what I’ve seen, that seems to be right up your alley, you’re pretty good at multitasking,” I say emphasizing the last two words.
“Ah, what do you mean, 'what you've seen'?” she asks still unsure.
"Well, let's just say that I am fully on board with what you have been demonstrating, and before you come home tomorrow can you ask those guys if I can have a copy of the training DVD? I need to learn more about this video conferencing thing.
Her face was a picture.
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It was many years ago when computers and the internet were still in their infancy that I was spending the weekend on my own as my wife Helen is out of town, attending a tech seminar for her job.
She was always the smart one in the marriage and she had a pretty good job as an IT specialist for a big financial corporation that was really into gaining an advantage from all the exciting things that were being developed at that time. She was also a bit of a party girl and I often wondered what else might go on on these business trips away; it always seemed to me that there was every opportunity for a bit of fun once the business had been finished with for the day. Helen never admitted any such thing; neither did she disabuse me of the idea.
For myself, I am more of a practical kind of guy, good with my hands but a complete ignoramus when it comes to computers and such stuff. Might even have called me a 'Technophobe' if the word had been invented at that time. However, she was forever patient with me, told me she loved me, and that there would never be anyone else, and added to my ignorance by telling me in Mickey Mouse terms what the weekend was all about.
I waved her off with an understanding that she was going to learn how to use some new video conferencing system. I wasn't convinced about her denials of the other fun stuff.
I have plenty to keep me occupied around the house whenever she goes away but I guess immersing myself in doing whatever is only an excuse to be biding time waiting for the moment at the end of the day when I know that she will be calling to share her news. I do so miss her when she goes away and the best part of my weekend is when she calls to let me know her travel plans and lets me what time I can expect to see her back home.
It was early evening when the phone rings and as expected, it was Helen. As ever, she is full of herself and so enthusiastic about learning new things. She tells me that the seminar is over for the day and she’s all excited about what she has learned and what it will mean to the office when she gets back to work. I got the gist of what she was trying to explain but have to admit that a lot of the technical details went straight over my head. She giggled to hear my confusion and then with mock exasperation she said that perhaps it might be better if she gave a practical demonstration.
Now she was confusing me.
She told me to go and sit at our home computer. I did so and after switching it on she gave me a string of numbers which she said was called an IP address to type into the command line. As soon as I confirmed that I had the numbers right, she shocked me by saying, "now hit return … goodbye" and the phone disconnected.
I put the phone down and did as she instructed and hit the return key. As if by magic, the screen lit up and there is my wife's smiling face and saying, "hello again."
Wow, this is amazing, not only can I hear and talk to my wife through the computer but I can see her! This was the stuff of science fiction.
"Wow, how did you do that?"
"Cool, huh? It's a new thing. You can plug in a special camera and it lets you communicate with another similarly equipped computer over the internet anywhere in the world."
This was verging on 'too much information' for me but I kind of got the idea and to prove that I was keeping up I asked, "so can you see me?"
She laughed again and said, "Nope, not at the moment. Our computer is too old and hasn't got the right connections to plug in a camera but, don't worry, I'll be upgrading it after I get home and then we shall be able to take full advantage of this crazy idea. But I can hear you and I know that you can see me so let's carry on our chat while I get ready.
"Get ready; ready for what?"
"My class has been invited out for dinner tonight by the guys who are training us and I'm joining them. We can talk while you can watch me get ready "
With that, she does a sexy little striptease, sits down on the edge of the bed, and teasingly holds up her breasts for me to see. Awesome, and I told her so.
Then she stood up and moved off-camera presumably toward the bathroom telling me she is going to have a shower and I am left looking at nothing in particular but hearing sounds coming from the bathroom. I remained glued to the screen, marveling at this innovation of being able to communicate via video, and my patience is rewarded when she reappears with a towel wrapped around her wet body. She didn't pay much attention in my direction as I watched her dry herself off but she did pass a few comments that suggested she was well aware that she was being watched and it seemed to me that she making this into some kind of game that she was being spied upon by her voyeur husband. Maybe not; perhaps it was just my fevered imagination.
She flitted in and off camera and each time she reappeared it was to see another layer of clothing had been tastefully draped over her delectable body until the point whereby after a minimal amount of make-up had been applied that she declared herself dressed and raring to go. She looked lovely.
Satisfied with her appearance, she tells me that she might call me back later and comes over toward where she has set up the computer and gives me a 'mwah' air kiss, and reaches out to switch the computer off … only she didn't wait to see it shut down … because it didn't switch off.
I watch her leave and I am left staring at her empty hotel room.
I remained seated in front of our computer and with nothing better to do I spent the remainder of the evening checking out some of my favorite porn sites; I didn't know much about the internet but I did know enough to be able to access some very interesting sites. Indeed, although a novice with this new technology I was sufficient 'internet smart' in between my surfing to be able to check back from time to time to the link she had given me that showed her hotel room. Not that it did me much good for come 10 o’clock and seeing no change I decided the time had come for me to get myself to bed.
Thankfully, I decided to check one more time before logging out and switching off.
My heart gave a jump when I click over to hear voices and find movement, the picture on my screen is in motion and Helen is walking around the room with the camera of her computer following her as it pans around. I then hear a male voice explaining something about 'focussing' then the camera stopped moving (presumably the guy whose voice I heard had been moving the computer and had set it down). Then, hello, there's a man standing slightly behind my wife holding two drinks. The drinks guy is black, and then with the camera pointing toward the bedroom mirror, I can see that the voice I was hearing belongs to a black man as well. This is interesting!
I hear my wife thanking them for taking the time to show her the additional features of the video system and the camera. It is obvious from her demeanor that she is both joking about the reason these guys have come to her room and, more obviously, that she is unaware that the computer is still connected to the internet. Even more importantly, her husband is listening and looking in.
I was highly amused to witness her appearance and the way she was talking it was clear that she must have had more than a few drinks with her dinner... I also knew what she could be like once she had a few drinks inside her.
She thanks them again for the dinner and drinks but she is not thinking that socializing for the night is over and I can see that they are in no hurry to leave.
“Well, if you want to thank us, we can think of a better way to show it, how about giving us a blow job?” the man with the camera asks.
“I can’t do that,” she said with a laugh, “I’m a married woman”
“Yeah, you can,” he replies “You invite us back to your room and there’s only one thing a white woman is interested in doing when she hands out invites to black brothers in a hotel. You think we didn't get the message when you said you were interested in our hardware,” he said with a laugh.
Along with her flushed face, I notice Helen’s nipples are now visibly erect. She’s getting turned on.
“No, honestly, it's nothing to do with that,” she says unconvincingly looking at the camera, “I just needed clarification on the...."
The man behind her reaches around and cups her breasts in his black hands, “You say no, but these say something else.” I watch as he caresses her through the silk blouse and Helen obligingly moans as he pinches her nipples.
“I shouldn’t be doing this … I’m married …. my husband … he, huh, …." her voice trailed off as she submitted to the attention of those black hands.
“You white ladies always say 'Shouldn’t' but I ain't convinced, never have been," said the man groping her tits.
I hear one of the voices, "… you want clarification? Well, I can tell you that the system can record events so that we can look at them later; that's kind of neat ain't it?" It was said with a sblackman and the sound of the keyboard being tapped as the picture shuddered and the computer position being slightly adjusted to show the bed center screen and for the 'cameraman' to set it down to join in on the action.
I am transfixed at what I see unfolding before me and thinking, 'ain't technology wonderful?'
My thoughts are disturbed by the sound of more soft moaning from her (she is going along with whatever is being done to her) and then the indistinct sound of a belt buckle being undone followed by the more distinct noise of a trouser zipper being pulled.
Several minutes go by and all I can do is listen to a lot of moaning and giggling about whatever action might be going on occurring off-camera. Then suddenly, the picture changes as the camera is swung around by an unseen hand to show Helen kneeling in front of one of the men. Her dress has been discarded, she is almost nude with legs and a round white ass bare, her bra has been pulled down to her waist and her soft white breasts have a large black cock pressed between her tits. She stares up at the 'owner' as she alternately rubs and hugs it to her breasts. Any pretense that this is something she has been reluctantly ******* into doing has been forgotten by her and she enthusiastically responds to his command, "suck it bitch!".
She starts licking the entire length of this man’s impressive shaft and nibbling around the bulbous cock head. I watch her taking her time, enjoying herself, and getting him very excited. He settled back as Helen held his cock with two hands before lowering her head and stretch wide her open mouth to accommodate his size. I knew from experience what the guy must be feeling as she went from slow and sensual to then picking up the pace and beginning vigorously stroking him with both hands as the bulbous head filled her mouth. She's done this to me so many times before and I knew that she wants him to fill her mouth with his cum.
It didn't take long, I saw his buttocks stiffen slightly, hear him groan and suddenly her mouth is being flooded with his hot spunk. I watched as she tried to swallow but he gushes again and cum floods out between her swollen lips and dribbled down her chin. She giggled and still holding him fast she rubs his shiny black cock across her face and licks the oozing knob as she tries milking more out of him. I can’t believe what I have just witnessed, my proper little wife sucking cock like a whore!
Off camera, I hear, “My turn. Now get up on that bed and show me some of that ass and pussy.”
Then an aside, I hear the guy who has just been sucked by my wife say, “Lemme adjust the camera I wanna make sure we get this recorded so we can make a DVD to look at later!“
I sat looking at the screen trying to make sense and take in all that I was viewing, my wife acting like a whore, two very impressive cocks of black strangers waiting to pleasure her, and, me, with my stiff cock in hand willing her to make a good job of whatever was to come next. She didn't disappoint.
“Like this?” I hear Helen ask in a sexy purr.
“Uh-huh,” the man replies.
My mind is racing as the camera once again moves and then stops to point toward the bed. I gasp to see that Helen is on all fours with a huge black cock hanging inches away from her pink slit. It belongs to the other guy and he is kneeling on the bed behind her. I held my breath as I watched him grab hold of his cock and rest it between the soft white cheeks of her ass. He then slides it back and forth along the length of her crack. Grabbing her fleshy cheeks, he squeezes them together enveloping his ebony rod and as he pushes back and forth for a while I see the impossible happening, he is getting harder and even more erect.
“Oh my god ... there is no way that thing is going to fit into her,” I think to myself …
… but I am wrong, the next thing I see is him leaning back, and guiding himself he grabs himself and pushes his cock into the tiny opening of her velvety cunt. He held onto the top of her hips and starts sliding his huge penis into my wife’s sweet pussy.
Her skin is stretched tight around his thick pole and I can see her tense up as she feels him pushing deeper. He stopped moving which seemed to relax her a moment before she, clearly impatient, begins to push back against him. It wasn't hurting her as much as I had assumed!
He pulls back and she whimpered (again) as he begins to fuck her very slowly and pushes his oversized penis to fill her to the max, his balls squashed against her butt. Another pause to, I assume, allow her to get used to his thickness and then he deliberately grabs her hips tighter and starts to fuck faster. I can see her ass jiggle with each thrust.
She squeezes two handfuls of the bedspread, closes her eyes tight, and, damn, she seems to explode from a powerful orgasm, gasping for breath as he continues to fuck her mercilessly. The new cameraman focuses in on the huge cock pushing in and out of my wife. The skin of her tender pussy clings tightly to his slippery black shaft. The camera backs up. Helen has finally caught her breath and is now panting as the man continues to piston into her.
I hear him say, “I’m gonna come,” and with one final ******* thrust, it is clear that he is emptying those black swinging bollocks deep inside of my wife’s hot cunt.
Helen makes a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a groan and I can see her cunt lips clinging to his slimy stiff cock trying to keep him inside of her as long as she can.
He laughs, “As that black dick do ya huh?” rocking himself back and forth allowing her to enjoy it as long as he stays hard. He finally pulls out and it's like a tap has been opened when his cum starts to flood and drip down the inside of her thigh. She slumps forward savoring the moment.
The camera moves and I am now looking into a mirror and can see the laptop computer which has been faithfully transmitting the fucking of my wife. I hear talking but initially can’t make out what is being said and then once I do have clarity, it is to understand that maybe her two visitors are thinking about getting ready to leave.
I try to collect my thoughts. My wife is in a hotel room in another city with two black men. I just watched her fuck and suck them both, and my dick is harder than a rock. The camera moves again.
“How’s that?” I hear one of them ask.
“Make it a little higher,” is the reply.
“How’s that?”
“Good,” he says and with the moving of the camera once more I find myself looking at my monitor to see Helen is in profile straddling one of the guys and her hands are moving up and down in front of her as she strokes him back to life.
“Here we go again,” I murmur to myself.
The second guy comes back into the shot content that he has adjusted the camera for the best effect and he stands alongside the bed next to her. She leans over obligingly and takes his cock into her mouth.
Oh... My... God, this is my wife shamelessly whoring herself with these two black men. I never thought she was capable of anything like this.
She bobs her head up and down his lengthy shaft and it isn’t long before he does the expected thing and starts getting erect. Still grasping the first man's cock she lifts herself and guides the fat knob into her gaping pussy to slowly slide down onto his ebony shaft. As she does so, the other guy who she is still trying to suck stands up on the bed straddles his friend and points his cock at Helen’s face. She leans forward and reaches up to grab it with one hand while cupping his balls in the other.
I grab my cock and try to emulate and phase my stroking in time with what she is doing, a deliciously warm feeling comes over me as I do so.
Alternating her activities, she starts to ride the man beneath her, slowly moving up and down. Once she settles into a slow pace, she returns her attention to the cock between her lips and leans further forward so she can stuff more into her mouth, dragging her lips across his rigid black skin, clearly reveling at feeling every bulging vein and contour of his dick.
She looks as if she is losing her balance and the guy she is sucking must sense the same as he obligingly takes over and holds the sides of her head and starts pumping his cock back and forth across her soft tongue. She looks up at him with gratitude as he begins to fucks her mouth.
The other guy who she has momentarily stopped fucking reminds her he is thereby pushing up which causes her to recommence pushing down and soon everyone is in equilibrium once more … including me.
She soon recovers her balance and I can see the muscles in her legs and ass tighten. I recognize the signs; she is about to have another orgasm. On cue, her head falls back and the cock in her mouth is expelled as she twitches in the throes of uncontrollable *******. She leans further back for a moment, then collects herself and opening her eyes reaches out to welcome the wet cock bobbing in front of her face. Without a pause in the action, I am treated to the sight of her giving full attention to providing another blow job to one man while sitting with her cunt stuffed to the hilt by another man's cock.
The man in front of her is showing his excitement and he is now thrusting his cock into her mouth but he is too big to get very far and looks frustrated. I can sympathize (I am feeling the same) and, just like me, he grasps his cock and starts jerking off. Unlike me, he has something to aim at and he comes just as she opens her mouth but his aim is bad and he misses her face completely. Instead, the spurts from his cock cover her left breast and stomach; mine just fountain and send ropes of spunk over the screen and keyboard in front of me!
I watch as she grabs his cock and licks it clean wishing that it was me that she was tasting. I couldn't help myself agreeing with his next action which was to take hold of her blond hair and thrust his now softening cock back into her mouth. Helen spoiled the moment by gagging which caused him to smile, pull himself out and step down from the bed and move out of the camera shot ….
…which gave the other guy who she was astride room to turn her over onto her back and start to hump her missionary style. He quickly settled into a rhythm in which Helen showed her approval by talking as he fucks her, “Oh yes, oh yes … Fuck me, fuck me with that big black cock …. Push, .push,” she urges right before reaching another climax.
He keeps humping her and, “unh … Ohh ….UNnnn …. here it comes, here it comes … I'm cumming!” he announces. He arches his back and pushes hard one last time, shooting his load deep inside my wife’s well-lubricated cunt. He collapsed on top of her and lay still for a few moments before gingerly pulling out his still-dripping dick and rolling off of the bed.
“Now I'm guessing you might have had all the clarification you were looking for and a word of thanks wouldn't go amiss. Do I hear a 'thank you'?
She giggled as the two men start to get dressed. “Thank you …. for the clarification …. for everything.”
They stood there pulling on their discarded clothes and didn't take too much notice of the white wife who they had just rigorously fucked lying naked on the bed recovering from the sexing she has just received. Without another word, they left the room.
Helen sighed and then reached down to feel the cum oozing out of her red, puffy-lipped cunt. I watch as she rubs some between her fingers before licking and then smearing more around her clit. I am amazed to see my wife begin to pleasure herself, occasionally dipping a finger into her cunt to draw out more spunk to keep things lubricated. It doesn’t take her long to reach her last orgasm of the night.
And that's when things got interesting and, I guess, marked a watershed of what was going to happen in the future of our marriage.
She looked toward the camera and having gotten her bearings staggered toward where the laptop was standing. She stood in front of the seeing eye of the camera and began to intone what she had learned in the seminar, “Okay, to close out the program, first stop recording, then disconnect remote viewers."
A shriek, "Oh no, God no .." and the screen went blank as she realized the connection to me, her husband, was still active.
A couple of minutes later the phone rings and, no surprise, it’s Helen.
“Hi,” she says innocently. “I told you that I might call later”.
“Hi to you too, I was just about to go to bed.”
“What did you do all night?” she asked, obviously fishing to see if I had witnessed her debauchery.
I decided to let her stew, “Not much, how about you? Did you have any fun?”
“Ah, a little. It was a nice meal and the two guys who were hosting, our trainers, were really good fun. They taught me a lot and it seems that I might be seeing them again in the future to learn about using the system for multi-tasking."
“From what I’ve seen, that seems to be right up your alley, you’re pretty good at multitasking,” I say emphasizing the last two words.
“Ah, what do you mean, 'what you've seen'?” she asks still unsure.
"Well, let's just say that I am fully on board with what you have been demonstrating, and before you come home tomorrow can you ask those guys if I can have a copy of the training DVD? I need to learn more about this video conferencing thing.
Her face was a picture.
