I’m having a mundane workday at the office and am struggling to concentrate or be particularly productive. It’s a pretty sunny day, and I would much rather be outside enjoying it than being stuck in here as usual. It’s getting close to lunchtime, and I decide to slack off work and have a look at my new investment back home. I had a new security system installed at the weekend, which I’m currently enjoying tinkering with. I might have gone a bit overboard with it, but I got all the gimmicks and extras, including cameras covering the kitchen, living room, and around the perimeter of the house, which can be accessed via live feed using my login on the security company’s website. So I decide I’ll check this out and make sure the system is working as intended.
I use my login, have a quick look at the options available, and then click on one of the camera feeds to open it. Right enough, it brings a live feed of the camera in my living room, and I see my girlfriend Kirsty wandering back and forth, fixing herself a drink from the kitchen. The resolution is impressively high, so I can actually make out quite a lot of the details. Kirsty is wearing a short summer dress, frilly at the bottom but well-fitted around her slim body to show off her curves. A little bit too sexy for a day lounging around the house, I think, but I guess she is planning on going out somewhere this afternoon. She took a few days off work as she had holidays spare, and we reasoned it also doesn’t hurt to have someone stay home while we have some construction work going on at the back for a new extension we’re having built.
I had discussed the new system with Kirsty both before we had it installed, then when I ran through the features again after we had it commissioned at the weekend, but Kirsty was mostly uninterested, and I suspect wasn’t listening very closely. As such, she probably doesn’t realize I have the ability to check on her at home from a remote location – well, as long as she stays in the downstairs area with the cameras. I think about sending her a text to remind her and make a joke of it, but decide it might be fun to see some of her quirks when she thinks she’s alone. I did tell her about this, so it isn’t exactly dishonest, I reason to myself.
I sip my coffee as I watch Kirsty head through to the kitchen, so I open the kitchen camera feed to follow her. I see in the kitchen the builder, Mike, is helping himself to some coffee. Mike is the main builder working on the extension, sometimes working alone but having a couple of other guys come and help with the heavy lifting stuff. He is well-built and muscular rather than your typical beer gut, builder’s butt example, and I would say ruggedly good looking with his well-trimmed beard and strong features. I’ve seen Kirsty flirt with him a little, but I trust that she would never actually cheat on me, so I don’t mind her having a bit of fun in that way. Today it seems like Mike is working alone.
I see her flirting with him again now – leaning against the kitchen counter as she places her phone on it and brushing her hair back as she chats to him. I don’t have audio, but I can see them joking and laughing together, clearly enjoying each other’s company. It is getting to be a bit much, and I start to have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that there’s actually something going on between them.
After a few minutes, Mike steps in closer to Kirsty, reaching past her to put his coffee mug to her side, then looking down at her as they continue their conversation. Alarm bells are well and truly ringing for me now, and I consider picking up my phone to call Kirsty and put an end to it, but I want to give her the benefit of the doubt and see her turn him down herself.
Mike steps in closer again, and Kirsty doesn’t pull back. She looks up at him with a little smile on her face, before he leans down and kisses her. His hands go to her waist, and hers come up around the back of his head as they continue making out. I feel my heart pounding, anger flowing through me at Kirsty’s betrayal, but I can’t tear my eyes from the screen. I finally come to my senses and pick up my phone, quick-dialing Kirsty’s mobile. A few seconds later, Kirsty breaks off the kiss and looks down at her phone, seeing my name come up on the screen. She presses a button on it and returns her attention to Mike as I hear her voicemail telling me to leave a message. She fucking hung up on me?! Now I’m really mad, and my instinct is to grab my car keys and rush home to catch her in the act.
On screen, things are escalating fast, and Kirsty is pulling Mike’s T-shirt up and over his head before stroking her hands up and down his body, enjoying his heavily muscled physique. Mike hitches her dress up before pulling it over her head and throwing it to the floor to discard it. Kirsty wasn’t wearing a bra, and Mike wastes no time in leaning down to kiss her small, round breasts and suck on her nipples, and I can see Kirsty roll her head back in pleasure as he does.
My face is flushed, and I’m breathing heavily, the anger, hurt, and frustration boiling over. But I still can’t tear my eyes away from what I’m seeing. As I’m still struggling with the idea of rushing back home to catch them, I notice something else, though – I’m also incredibly turned on. My dick is rock-hard and straining under my trousers as if it believes it is part of the action itself. I continue watching in fascination as much as anger as Mike slides Kirsty’s panties down her legs, moving his hand between her legs to stroke her there and make her spread her legs to give him better access. Then he lifts her up onto the counter before working his way down her body and kneeling in front of her, looking up into her eyes as he draws level with her horny, cheating pussy.
Kirsty hooks her legs over his shoulders as he leans in and starts to eat her out. I feel another wave of outrage as I watch another man – a contractor of mine even – tasting my girlfriend’s wet cunt. Kirsty is loving it too, and I can see her starting to wriggle her hips as she reaches a hand down to run through his hair and urge him on. It doesn’t take him long to get her going, and within a couple of minutes, I see her legs start to shake and throw her head back in ecstasy just before her orgasm. She cums hard in his mouth, her body quivering and jerking as she pulls at his head to force him harder against her. After a few seconds, I can see her start to recover, her body movements calming as Mike finally withdraws and rises up in front of her.
They are not done yet, of course, and they start quickly working on Mike’s belt to unbuckle it before tugging his jeans down to his knees, quickly followed by his boxers. I can see he has a very hard, curved, thick-looking cock which Kirsty reaches down to stroke while they kiss each other again. At this point, my own cock is achingly hard, and I’m committed to watching how the rest of the scene unfolds, despite not knowing what I’ll do it about it afterward.
Mike reaches down into his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom packet. I’m not sure what to feel about this, whether to be grateful that they’re at least using a condom or concerned that he brought it with him. Have they been fucking behind my back for weeks since the extension job started? Or is he a guy who always brings one with him just in case? I don’t dwell on it too long, though, as Mike is suddenly rubbered and positioning himself to fuck my very horny, very disloyal girlfriend.
With Kirsty perched on the edge of the counter, her legs raised around his waist, Mike slides himself in and starts to fuck her. He’s really going at it, too, giving her a good hard pounding which she is clearly very receptive to after her first orgasm. She leans back at some point to lie flat on the counter, her hands reaching to squeeze her own breasts while he keeps hold of her hips and continues fucking her relentlessly. I have a weird mix of feelings competing inside me, from jealousy to desire, and my anger still bubbling away underneath.
After a few more minutes, Mike withdraws from her, and I see them switching positions. Mike kicks off his shoes and jeans, then moves to lie back across the counter while Kirsty swiftly mounts him and starts riding him again immediately. She’s not holding back either, and I can see her impaling herself onto his cock again and again while he uses his free hands to play with her breasts or ass. She starts rubbing her clit while she rides, and I know from experience that means she’s getting ready to cum again. Sure enough, it doesn’t take her long before I see her shuddering and spasming as she has a second orgasm within a few minutes.
As Kirsty grinds to a halt, then leans down over Mike to kiss him again, I wonder if he finished too. But my question is answered soon after when they exchange a few words, then Kirsty repositions herself on top of him but facing away. She starts riding him again in reverse cowgirl while he enjoys the view of her little bubble butt as his hard, thick cock disappears between her cheeks again and again. She continues for a few minutes, then gets on her feet into a squat position to increase the intensity further, bouncing herself on top of him as hard and fast as she can while he assists with his hands on her waist or ass to pull her and down.
Kirsty continues energetically impaling herself on his dick for another several minutes until she is breathing hard, and I can tell she is in need of a rest. But still, the big stud doesn’t seem to be finished. He probably has a hot wife or girlfriend at home who he fucked this morning, I think to myself spitefully, though begrudgingly, I have to admit I’m still impressed by his display of stamina. Kirsty eventually dismounts from him, swinging her leg off and moving to stand beside the counter while Mike also slides himself off to stand beside her.
Mike turns her around and then forces her down, bent over the counter in front of him with her legs straight. Then he bends his knees to line himself with her and thrusts forward into her once more. This time he really goes to town on her, fucking her flat out while I can do nothing but watch in fascination. I can see his abs and pecs flexing as he holds her firmly and pounds her for all he’s worth, her firm ass rippling each time his hips slap against her. Kirsty is looking sweaty and disheveled, but I know she’s loving every second of this. It takes him several more minutes, but eventually, I see his expression change as he gets closer to orgasm. Finally, his whole body goes rigid as he slams himself home and cums in her, his body shaking and jerking as he empties himself inside her tight little pussy.
Things finally grind to a halt while they both catch their breath, and Mike slowly withdraws from her with a satisfied smile on his face. They kiss and laugh as Kirsty straightens herself, then they pour themselves glasses of water and drink thirstily, both still naked and sweaty. I’m incredibly aroused still – I can’t remember the last time I was so horny and desperately in need of relief. I make a decision. I get from my desk, grab my car keys and rush out of the building to my car. I drive home quickly, not entirely sure of what kind of scene I will find when I get there. Will they still be at it? Going for round 2? I don’t know. And I also don’t know what I would do in that situation, but right now, my mind is focused on one thing.
I drive home in less than minutes, pulling in the driveway and hurriedly heading into the house. As I come in the front door, I catch Kirsty as she’s heading out of the kitchen, now wearing her summer dress again but clearly still red-faced and flustered. She has a look of shocked guilt on her face as if I’ve just caught her in the act, but she quickly tries to cover it.
“Oh, Bruce!” she says. “I didn’t hear you come in,” she laughs nervously. “You scared me,” she adds, bringing a hand to her chest and forcing a smile.
I stride over to her without answering. I must have a crazed expression on my face, but I don’t care. I grab her and kiss her forcefully, pushing her against the wall and surprising her with my roughness and urgency.
“Bruce, what are you…?” she starts when I break off for a second. But I have no interest in having a conversation. I hitch her dress and my fingers inside her panties, pulling at them hard with both hands and ripping them off her. She gasps and looks desperately into my eyes, not knowing what’s got into me. I fumble at my belt buckle and tug my trousers down, revealing my still raging-hard erection. I grab her slim waist and lift her against the wall, while despite her shock, Kirsty instinctively lifts her legs and wraps them around my hips.
With a hard thrust, I penetrate all the way into her pussy, then start to fuck her as hard and fast as I can. She gasps as I fill her, but she was already wet and ready for it – though whether that was from Mike fucking her just minutes ago or my sudden intensity, I neither know nor care. I use all my weight and strength to squeeze her into the wall on every thrust. I’m not making any attempt to satisfy her in any way – all I want is to pound the cheating bitch’s pussy as hard as I can until I fill her with my cum.
I angry fuck her against the wall for a few minutes while Kirsty moans and groans, and I start gasping for air with exertion. But I’m not quite ready to cum yet, so I pull myself out of her and let her legs drop back to the floor.
The stairs are to the side of us, so I grab her and turn her around, forcing her face-first onto the steps. I hitch her dress again to expose her pert, round ass, then ram myself back into her again. It feels so fucking deep, and I quickly start pounding her again, my hands pulling back on her slim waist as I impale her on me again and again, my hips and balls slapping against her ass cheeks with a loud, satisfying smacking noise. I can feel my orgasm building inside me, and I prepare to unload in her tight little cunt. My intensity is turning Kirsty on, too, though, and she is moaning and groaning her way to her own orgasm, a few gasps of “fuck” and “yes” escaping her mouth as I take her hard from behind.
Kirsty cums first, her voice cutting off as she sucks in a breath and goes rigid for a moment, her pussy contracting around my hard-thrusting dick. That just spurs me on more, my pent-frustration and need reaching a peak as the intensity around my cock builds to breaking point. With the last thrust and a final grunt of exertion, my cock erupts inside her, and I start shooting hard and fast into her wet, quivering pussy. I shudder and gasp for air as my orgasm continues, the intensity and pleasure as great as I can remember for a long time. After several seconds of erratic thrusts, my orgasm starts to subside, my dick transitioning from hard throbs to gentle twitches as I expel the final drops of cum into her. Kirsty has also finished cumming and, with her legs shaking, flops forward onto the stairs in an exhausted, satisfied heap.
I slowly slide myself out of her as I start to regain my composure. Kirsty turns and looks at me over her shoulder, not quite sure of what just happened.
“Wow! Where did that come from?” she asks with a little laugh.
“Ah shit,” I say. “Yeah sorry about that.” I take a brief moment to think and decide I don’t want to tell her what I saw. I’m actually curious, given my reaction, whether this is something I might want to explore in the future. “It was just uh…a slow day at work and I was thinking about you. Then I just felt the need, you know?”
Kirsty laughs. “Well, if you come home from work like that every day I won’t complain!” Then she follows with, “a little warning would’ve been nice though.”
“Yeah…” I reply. “But that might’ve taken some of the fun out of it.”
Kirsty smirks as she rearranges her dress and rises up to kiss me. I kiss her back, my mind still racing. Of course, she wants some warning before I come home during the day – ten minutes earlier, and I would’ve caught her fucking the builder. I decide I should encourage her to keep her guard down for now.
“Don’t worry I’ll you next time if I’m coming home mid-day.”
“Great,” she says with a smile. “And now, I need to go for a shower!” she says brightly.
Of course you do, I think to myself again. You needed a shower before I even got here, you dirty slut. Strangely, I’m not mad at her for cheating anymore, though, feeling bizarrely calm about the whole situation after the intensity of a few moments ago. Post-nut clarity is a hell of a drug, I guess. Kirsty rushes off to grab a shower while I go to a separate bathroom to clean up. I take a shower too, grabbing a towel after and heading to the bedroom to get changed into a fresh suit and shirt since I still have to go back to work for the afternoon. I reconvene with Kirsty again downstairs, and we go to the kitchen to have lunch together. Mike is still working in the back, and he smiles and waves when he sees us. I return the greeting, giving no indication I know anything about what they got to earlier. I don’t know at this point what I’m going to do with this knowledge, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.
After lunch, I give Kirsty a kiss and head back into work. I have a lot of thoughts running through my head during the car journey, from watching Mike and Kirsty on the cameras to my intense session with Kirsty afterward. Perhaps I’ll still confront them about it later. Or maybe if I catch them doing it again, I’ll see if I have the same reaction as this time. It could be a fun little game to play around with, and I have to admit it’s not something I thought I would be so turned on by – seeing my long-term girlfriend getting plowed by another man. But now that the possibility has opened, I’m curious as to what it might lead to in the future.
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