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It’s tricky to balance all my fantasies and still me a good girl!

My Husband Watches Me Take Another Man by Webcam
I bring a stranger home who thinks I am cheating on my husband but he’s watching from the spare room

I whispered to my lover, “Go now, I have to see if my husband needs some attention, but as you’re going say something dirty and nasty to me.” Honestly it was tricky to balance all the fantasies at play here. I wanted to feel in control of my two guys. My husband wanted to feel jealousy and that I was being used like a slut, while my lover was probably just glad to have another go with me.
I’d had most of my fantasy, but now I wanted to give my husband the last treat before I let him have his way with me.
My lover had a go at my request but perhaps it didn’t come naturally to him to be cruel, which is a good thing really, I guess!
He said, “Hope that was good for you, you dirty woman. That was good for me. But I’m finished with you now. Your husband can have you back.” And he left. I mean he could have used some choice words like bitch or slut or whore. And maybe he could have said ‘sloppy seconds’ or something about me being used up, but hey, roleplay isn’t as easy as the sex manuals make out!
I sat on the edge of the bed and then leaned back. “You know what you have to do now, don’t you, cuckold?” I said, and I spread my legs for my husband to lick me.
That was how the last story ended. But what naughty things do we do now?

So what next? Well another thing we used to do, which we both found so hot, was for me to “cheat” on him. I’d find a guy, take him home, and the only thing my husband would know about it was when I showed him the video I’d made of my lover, often a complete stranger, doing it in our bed. Oh and I’d never be the one who had to change the sheets!
So we set this up but it was all a little more up to date now, all these years later from when we used to get nasty. I didn’t go to a bar to find a guy, I simply went online to a chat room. I didn’t video it and then show my husband later, but instead set up webcams all over the house and locked him in the spare room to watch it live. And I did lock him in. I kept the key!
I was excited when I heard the doorbell ring, and I turned the key on my husband’s freedom for the next couple of hours. He could masturbate but that was it, not a sound. I also felt foolish when I let my lover in. What would he think of me? I was twenty years older than him; he was a fit young man. I shouldn’t have worried. He flattered me and kissed me with passion.
And then I walked him through to the bedroom. The webcams in the rooms let my husband see him.
My lover looked nervous. I’d told him I was married.
I knew he was thinking about me cheating on my husband, and I hoped to tease him a bit. “Don’t worry, he’s not violent normally, and he’ll be hours yet, so he won’t find out.” As I sat on the bed I slowly undid my dress and then let it slide off. I pulled my panties aside and showed him my wet pussy. His eyes widened as he saw my fingers sliding over my cunt.
“Oh yes,” I said, “you want to fuck me? You’ve got me so horny. I’m sure you’ll be able to make me cum.” He nodded. “Don’t think about my husband, he’ll just roll into bed tonight, fall asleep and snore.” I imagined my husband stroking himself harder to my cruel portrayal of him.
It helped my lover’s erection too. I was on top of him in an instant. I positioned my pussy over his hard cock, thicker than my husband’s. I was so aroused, even its huge girth wasn’t a problem for long as I rocked and pushed on to him.
“I love big cock penetrating me,” I said. “Cum inside me. Yeah, I do this a lot,” I lied. Although in a few weeks it wouldn’t be a lie anymore. I hoped he preferred a slut to a goody goody housewife gone bad. I was right, he bucked his hips up.
“You bad bitch,” he spat.
“Yes, I am, aren’t I?” I replied, “And you’re fucking it.” It seemed to help him. He rammed his cock into me until I was screaming at the intensity of it. It was a fantastic fuck. We fucked for ages. He was relentless in his thrusting. I loved the way he pounded me. He was using me. I wondered when my husband would cum. If he’d hold on, edge to enjoy it all, or let go when the time felt right, stuck in that little bedroom.
When he came he flooded me, and I used my hands to milk him dry. He was young enough to not go limp so quickly. I teased him by rubbing my clit against his cock. He groaned and tried to pull away, it was too much feeling down there I guessed. I pulled him back down onto my body. Held him tight. I had cum so hard at the same time as him but knew I would need more.
The room was full of the smell of lust and sweat. We lay there, still joined together, for a while. I looked at my lover’s happy face and thought how lucky he probably felt to have met someone like me. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy. I smiled. I flattered him, criticised my husband’s efforts and smiled at one of the secret cameras.
My husband had been watching the whole time from the other room. He’d seen everything. I had told him he would have to make himself cum tonight, I wouldn’t be helping, and I wanted to know he had cum watching us. As gross as it sounds, I said I’d be checking his tissues!
My lover smiled and rolled off the bed. I followed him into the bathroom where he cleaned himself off.
“It’s time for you to get dressed,” I said. “I hope I can trust you?”
I took him to the front door. I kissed him again. Not a quick kiss, but a long one. Passionate, deep, almost loving, right in front of the webcam there. I wondered for a minute if the neighbours could see us. What would they think if they did? I wanted to laugh imagining them plucking up the courage to tell my husband.
I squeezed him through his clothes, and I knew if I rubbed a little harder he would cum again, maybe as I waved to the retired couple.
He did and it soaked through to my hand. No one was around, luckily, and I pushed him away playfully, sending him out to his car. He didn’t say goodbye. It was all so dirty.
The whole scenario was so naughty, I felt almost guilty afterwards. But I enjoyed myself and kept up the game. My husband wasn’t allowed to touch me at all, but I did let him out of the room.
“Cum, did you?”
“Twice,” he said shyly.
“At what point?”
“When he started to take your clothes off, he was rough with your blouse. Did he rip it?”
“Yes it’s ruined, but I’ll keep it, such lovely memories,” I said. “And then?”
“When you lay with him after, telling him how much better he was than me.”
“I meant it too. He was an incredible lover. God, are you going to cum again?”
And he did, into his own other hand! Just a jerking cuckold. I think he might even have had a better time than me!
I was still horny and regretted saying he had to cum by his own hand and couldn’t touch me until the next day. Frustrated I watched what we’d filmed that night, while we lay in bed. It still smelt of him and that helped. I used my rabbit, and my cuckolded husband used his hand again.
After we had both cum, we couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrous situation. But, as my husband said, the question is, what were we going to do next?