Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  The Spy's wife, 8,160 words

Codes; Cheat, cuck, MF, MFF, MM, MMFF

Summery; His wife falls for a serial seducer. What will the spy do about it?

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

The spy's wife;

I lingered at the buffet, because I could easily watch my wife through a mirror from there. She was standing too close to Smooth Olie again; talking and laughing. Flirting.

She was dressed to seduce, hot as hell. Not slutty; a long tight elegant dress, heels, jewelry, hair just done. Heather was a total knockout; tall and slim, yet with big breasts. She had an angelic face with big brown eyes, and rich dark hair to her shoulders.  

I lurked around the edges of the crowded room, sullenly observing. We'd been fighting again. Arguing about everything and nothing, and we hadn't had sex for a month.

Heather liked sex; I knew she craved it, which was why I wasn't giving her any. It wasn't a thought out strategy, I just didn't feel like it while she was being so bitchy. I was getting a bit frustrated and was considering having it off with big-tit Sherry from accounting again; she was always willing.

Olie stepped out through the balcony door. Heather went out a few minutes later. I went out a different door and crept around the building to spy on them.

Olie was younger than me, in his mid 20's like my wife was. He was tall, slim, and good looking. He was a legendary seducer; rumor had it that he'd done it with half the women in the building and was working on the other half.

 I was sure I saw them breaking away from a kiss; it was dark and there were some bushes obstructing the view. I wasn't sure; did she really do that? Flirting could be overlooked, but a kiss was a different story. If she'd kissed him, she was surely going to go to bed with him.

We drove home in silence, but when we got there I threw her on the bed and fucked her angrily; she laughed and came repeatedly. When I came inside her, looking into her big clear eyes, all my anger left with my semen.

Still, just to be sure, I hacked her phone and put a tracker on her car.

He called her the next day. I listened in as they talked; the tone was flirtatious, yet relaxed. He'd really like to meet her again. She said no thanks. He asked if he could call her again. She said yes.

They talked a few times over the next week, then they made a dinner date for that night. She knew I had to work late.

I fumed in anger; so it was really true, my wife was going to cheat on me. Various options passed through my mind; some were violent, some were just stupid, all of them were useless. The truth was that I couldn't stop her from doing whatever she wanted. I wondered if she knew about me and big-tit Shelly from accounting? Because the truth was that I didn't have a lot of moral high ground.

I sat at my desk at work and listened in on them at the restaurant; they talked and talked about nothing. She went home.

By the time I got there, she was showered and in a bathrobe.

I dragged her into the bedroom and showed her who her husband was. When we were through, I was sure she wouldn't feel the need to see him again.

But she did of course, about a week later. I listened as they talked and talked; getting to know each other. Soft intimate revealing conversation. The dinner finally ended.

"Would you like to come back to my place?" he asked her.

"Ok." She said, as if it was no big deal, just another place.

I was freaking out, I called her as they got into a car, his I presumed.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Uh, nothing, just wanted to tell you I'll be a little late this evening."

"Well that's not news." She said, "You're always late. Anything else?"

"No."

Of course what I really wanted o tell her was that I loved her, I was sorry about fucking big-tit Shelly, please don't go home with Smooth Olie, and if you do I'll probably kill him and you wouldn't want that would you?

They got to his apartment. It was quiet for a while; I thought of them kissing, fondling. The idea was oddly exciting; I was glad that I knew what was going on, even if I couldn't stop it. Idly, I used Heather's phone to check the ip configurations in the apartment as conversation started up again. They were talking about me now, and my wife was telling him that our marriage was on the rocks and our sex life had dried up.

Aside from his PC and smartphone, there were some other devices; security cameras. I tried, but failed to decrypt the signal. I stuck my head into Henry's office next door. Henry was our top tactical IP guy.

"Henry, you have that video decryption algorithm, right?"

"Sure. But it needs a lot of processor to run. A LOT."

"Give me a hand." I requested.

Henry came into my office and routed the video feed through the big mainframe in the basement for a while. Once the codes were cracked they could run on my laptop. He sat at my desk and his fingers flew over the keyboard as he routed my hacked signals.

The first feed popped into view, in high definition color; an empty bed. The second was a livingroom with a sofa in the center of the frame. Olie and Heather were all over each other, she was naked above the waist, his hands on her generous firm breasts and his tongue in her mouth.

"Jesus!" Henry exclaimed, "That's your wife! And smooth Olie!"

Henry's ass was glued to the chair and his eyes to the screen.

"Thanks Henry." I said, "Would you mind..."

Reluctantly, he got up to go. "And Henry; no piggybacking."

"Yeah yeah, I didn't log a copy the decryption code... Anyway I wouldn't run that through any machine of mine, you realize that it's a security breach in the making don't you?"

Slowly, they kissed. They undressed each other until they were naked. Her fingers took his stiff penis as he fondled her breasts.

I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes; even though I knew most people cheat, I imagined my wife wasn't one of them. I was being torn apart, but what could I do? If she wanted to do it, I couldn't stop her. I could make a big scene, but she'd just be more careful next time. We'd break up, and we could do that just as easily without me revealing this to her.

And besides, as long as I kept my knowledge secret, I could watch. It was surprisingly exciting; I surrendered to the weird thrill, leaned back in my chair, and enjoyed the show.

His hands were tight on her trim little ass, his tongue was in her cheating mouth.  I opened my pants and took my cock out. It felt better that way; I could get a little pleasure out of the sorry episode. If only that bastard wasn't so good looking, with those blue eyes and black hair...

I was leaning back in my chair stroking myself contentedly when Henry walked back in.

"Hey Jim, I just thought of something..."

He stopped talking, staring at my stiff cock.

 "Don't you knock?" I stammered, trying to get my dick back into my pants. I'd forgotten to lock the door.

"Shit, you're big." Henry said, still looking. These damn geeks, I thought to myself...

"Jim, you need to cover your tracks a little. Olie knows his stuff, he could detect your intercept."

"He's busy." I pointed out, "And so am I!"

"Take it easy, I can help." He said, "Let me see if I can get into another router in the building we can use."

I reluctantly slid back from my desk to let him in.

"Wow, they look really intense. Is this a one time thing or do you and Heather have an agreement?"

"Just fix it." I grumbled, still trying to get my pants closed.

"Heather's are almost as big as big-tit Sherry from accounting." He noted. "But of course Sherry's hang pretty low."

"How would you know that?" I asked.

"Everyone knows about Sherry!" he said, "I found one, low security... ok, switching the feed over. Done!"

The picture snapped back, Heather was lying back as Olie kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts, and downwards.

"Man, that guy is good." Henry said, leaning back. "I could learn a few things by watching him."

"Oh all right!" I said, "Just keep quiet."

He grinned in thanks and slid to the side to let me get close to the screen again. Then he opened his belt.

"You don't mind if I get comfortable do you?" he asked.

"Yeah, whatever." I said. I didn't realize he meant to pull his meat out.

"This is so great!" he said, stroking himself, "Just like highschool!

We'd worked closely on occasion, I knew he could keep a secret. But I also knew I had to keep him on side, so I let him do his thing.

"He's really good looking." Henry commented, "He's not as big as you though. Go on, pull it out again."

I surrendered and let myself free again. The pleasure of the whole thing was spoiled if I couldn't tease myself while I watched.

Olie licked up and down Heather's long muscled legs, he pulled off her shoes, dress, and underwear. My wife looked just slightly hesitant from time to time, but let him proceed. She opened her long legs as he got on his knees in front of her and put his face between them.

Henry grunted in excitement. I ignored him and watched Heather's face as Smooth Olie licked her snatch. She looked shocked, pleased, afraid, and finally, happy. She put her hands on his head and her hips shifted and bucked as he serviced her. She might have even had an orgasm there; I couldn't be sure.

Olie stood up, took her hand, and then led her to his bedroom. Henry reached across me to switch the main window over to the bedroom camera.

"You don't mind if I help?" he asked.

"No problem." I said, thinking he was referring to the computer.

"Cooool!" he sighed, and grabbed the top of my cock.

I stiffened in shock; I turned my head to look at him and he looked back with an excited smirk. He squeezed and ran his hand down the length lightly. I was still dry.

"Take your hand away, let me do it." He said, looking back at the screen. "It's better like that."

Heather was spread out on the bed, and Olie went down on her again. We could only see the back of his head, but we could see my wife smiling at him as he went at it, her firm breasts between her arms and her hands in his hair.

He was right, it was better. There was great pain in my heart as I watched my wife hold her lover's head between her open thighs, but the unseen hand stroking my penis was oddly comforting. It was pleasant to be touched and stroked, it was erotic. I would have preferred it were big-tit Shelly, but of course there was no way any woman would share this with me like Henry would.

Hesitantly, I reached my arm under his and took his cock in my hand at the same time. His meat was stiff and warm; I wasn't threatened by it.

Meanwhile, over at Olie's apartment my wife was changing positions with him. In full view of the camera, she lowered her mouth over his stiff cock.

"This is making me wild!" Henry commented. "Did you ever do that? Suck cock?"

"Of course not." I said. "Why, did you?"

"Yeah, I tried it once. It's kind of fun once you get past the hype. You want me to? Go on, you can watch Heather do it to him while I do it to you, it'll be great."

If he sucked my cock, he'd never tell. My secret would be far more secure... if anyone was gay in our organization, they kept it quiet. Besides, his dry hand on my dick was starting to chaff.

"Go on." I grunted as I watched my gorgeous young wife suck scumbag cock.

I made room for him to get on his knees, half under the desk. I was surprised at how good it felt to have my cock in his mouth; hot and wet, it seemed that the pain in my heart was being sucked out of me. The eager mouth slid up and down my hard rod as I watched my wife do the same thing. It was electrifying, my toes were tingling, all my energy was going to my cock.

On screen, Olie was on his knees leaning backwards so his cock stood proud. My hot wife was sucking him and fondling his balls. Her long thick hair and her breasts swayed with her movements as she serviced the other man. Occasionally, I could see her face clearly, but it was impossible to read her expression since her mouth was obscured by Ollie's stiff penis. Heather seemed to be enjoying herself as far as I could tell, she was going at his dick with as much enthusiasm as she'd ever shown me.

"Damn, you so fucking big." Henry gasped, then went at me again. He sucked me deeper, and played with my balls. He was really good at it, I realized. Better than Heather or big-tit Shelly in pure technique.

Heather was holding Olie's stiff cock in her hand and kissing him now, his hands roamed freely up and down her smooth sexy body. She looked terribly happy; excited to be with another man, to be cheating on me. She went down on him again. She sucked him hard and slow, just like Henry was doing to me. It had been nearly an hour, and they weren't even fucking yet; I wondered if they were as turned on as I was. The pressure was too great, I had to let go.

I looked into Heather's big brown eyes as she looked at Ollie and sucked his cock as I came, and damned if Henry didn't swallow it.  He sucked and pulled, squeezing it all out. I grunted and held his head, giving it up to him.

Olie was still hard though, and he pulled my wife's face up to kiss her again. She straddled him, his stiff wet thing was between her legs.

Henry got up, holding his stiff cock by the base. "Do me!" he insisted. "Go on, just do it and I won't tell anyone."

Heather reached down and took the cock in her hand to hold it in position. She grinned at Olie as she eased her tight rear down. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was piercing her. His cock was entering my wife's vagina, and she was the one putting it there.

Was Henry blackmailing me into sucking him off? I wasn't sure. He was standing in front of me just to one side of the screen, so I could see Heather sit down on Olie's thighs, her knees on either side of him. She smiled in pleasure as she did it. She liked the feeling of his cock in her body. There was no condom; I knew Heather didn't like them, but it seemed to me she could at least use one while cheating.

"Come on, I can help you." Henry insisted, "We'll track them 24-7. You need me, man!"

Heather rocked back and forth on Ollie's stiff cock. He grinned up at her and reached up to hold her breasts as she fucked him.

Henry was right. I turned my head towards him and opened my mouth in surrender. He pushed his dick into my face without hesitation.

I was surprised; it wasn't at all unpleasant. I'd expected to be nauseous and horrified, but in fact the warm smooth penis in my mouth didn't seem threatening at all. I was able to keep an eye on the screen as he pushed in and out.

Heather was rotating her hips as they gripped each other tightly, kissing passionately. The position was incredibly intimate; breasts, hands, mouths, they were completely engaged. When my wife did something, she did it all the way. His dick was deep in her vagina and his tongue was in her mouth, she wasn't just fucking him, she was making love with him.

The hot smooth cock in my mouth was unexpectedly sexy. The sensations from my oral cavity were unfamiliar, different to eating or drinking, yet just as natural and primal. My mouth had a function I hadn't known about. It was a sex organ, the penis fit in there perfectly. The throbbing organ filled me and excited me in a strange, disturbing way.

After a while, Ollie lifted Heather and set her on her back, then did it to her from above. She was squealing in orgasm within seconds.

Olie kept fucking my wife, and my wife kept coming. She was like that with me too once, when we first met.

Henry suddenly grabbed my head in his hands. I realized he was about to come.

There was no escape; I braced myself, but it wasn't really a problem. He quivered and grunted, and a few squirts of sweet soupish stuff entered my mouth.

I wanted to spit it out, but I realized it was evidence; there's only one safe way to dispose of semen. I swallowed it, surprised at how easy it went down.

On screen, Olie pulled his cock out of my wife's vagina and put it in her mouth as he came. She wrapped her arms around his ass and sucked him dry.

"Wow, that was wild." Henry said, pulling up his pants. "I've got to get going, Marcy is waiting for me."

"Mousy Marcy, Frederica's secretary?" I asked dully.

"Yeah, Mousy Marcy. We've been together for a few months. Don't tell anyone though, she wants to keep it quiet."

When I got home, Heather was reading in bed as if she hadn't been wildly fucking another man an hour earlier. I undressed and got in with her.

"How was your evening?" she asked, "Anything interesting happen?"

"Nothing I can talk about." I said.

We all work for the same outfit; unlike most workplaces, we're actually encouraged to have in-house relationships. We're even required to inform internal security if we have a date or any physical relations with an outsider. The policy often leads to odd pairings, like Heather and me. It's also created a culture of hanky-panky. Everyone gets mandatory annual health checks and we're not allowed to talk to outsiders about anything that we do. A guy like Ollie is a fox in a henhouse.

She was a new recruit, just out of university. She was in linguistics. All the guys were after her, and I'm not sure why I was the one who got lucky. Our passion was intense, the sex was hot, we were in love. We got married while we were still high with it all.

I'm not all that good looking. My social graces are poor, I'm ten years older than Heather and I'm not rich.

I was surprised when she slid over and snuggled with me. I wanted to be normal, so I pulled her close. She was wearing a gauzy satin top, and her tit squeezed against me as she found my cock with her hand. Was she testing me? Did she suspect something? Did she somehow know about me and big-tits Sherry?

I'd been getting the look from Sherry for a while, and Heather and I hadn't been doing it. I surrendered to temptation; it was good sex, even though Sherry was nowhere near as hot as my wife.

I ran my hand down Heather's back to her ass. She kissed me; I thought about the cock that had just been in there, squirting come.

She pulled away. "God, what have you been eating?" she asked.

She had a point; I'd swallowed some too.

"Mystery dish from the canteen." I said.

In her hand, my cock was up and running. I pushed her onto her back and sucked the nipples that had known other lips two hours before, I went down on the vagina that had just hosted another cock. I smelled and tasted, but if he'd left anything in there I couldn't detect it.

I slid my big dick into her, because there was no going back at that point. To my surprise, it was good. It felt good to be in her, and she seemed to like it too.

I went at her hard; harder than smooth good looking goddamn Ollie. And Heather came hard. I didn't, and kept at her until she came again. I had a feeble, conflict filled orgasm; it all seemed so fake.

A few days later, Henry and I were in my office watching Ollie make out with long Barbara from archives.

"She's like, twice his age." Henry said.

"And she's taller than him. Still has a great ass though." I pointed out.

"Want a blow-job?" Henry offered.

"Yeah, what the hell." I said.

I studied Ollie's technique as Henry got on his knees to suck my dick. Ollie was all about touch; the sex organs only came in at the end. He spent a lot of time talking, or rather listening. Then a light touch, then a kiss. He took hours at each conquest. And he seemed to prefer married women.

Barbara's grey hair fell over Ollie's thighs as she went down on him. He looked right into her face as she did it. He wasn't bothered by the age thing at all, or maybe he was even turned on by it.

"So how long have you been with Marcy?" I asked.

"About a year." Henry said, taking a short break, "We have an open relationship. I never got to watch though!"

"How does it work?" I asked as he went down on me again, "Do you tell each other everything?"

It felt good. My dick was big and hard, powerful. I leaned back and let Henry pleasure me, wet, warm, and trusting.

"Not everything." He said. "But you've got me thinking, I'd love to watch her with another guy."

"Get her to do it with Ollie." I joked, "The cameras and mics are all set up."

"That's a great idea." He said, "How though?"

"Tell her he has a big cock." I said.

"But he doesn't."

"Yes, but by the time she finds out it will be too late." I said.

"Do women really go for the big cock thing?" He asked.

"Yes." I said, coming in his mouth.

He came to my office again the next day.

"I did what you suggested and told Marcy Ollie has a big dick." He said, "She told me I'm wrong, six inches she said. How would she know that?"

"Well I could hazard a guess."I said irritably.

"No, she says she hasn't been with him. Anyway, I told her everything."

"EVERYTHING?" I gasped.

"Don't worry, she won't tell anyone. It made her pretty crazy, heh heh... anyway, she's going to work on getting together with Ollie. I tell you Jim, she's totally wild in bed; it's going to be a great show."

Mousy Marcy; she was a short Asian woman with glasses and short hair. She tended to wear grey clothes, flat shoes, and didn't use makeup. I wondered if there was some other Marcy in the building he could be referring to.

Meanwhile at home things were tense. We weren't talking much or having sex. I was pissed off with her for cheating on me, and I just didn't feel like it. Besides, I couldn't stop watching smooth Ollie, he had a different woman in his bed every night. And I had to let Henry watch, and he always sucked me off.

We were about to have dinner on a Friday night when Henry called.

"Can you come over to my place with your laptop?"

"I'm just about to eat, what's the big emergency?" I asked, glancing at Heather.

"Marcy is at Ollie's right now." Henry said. "Come on, Jim! I need to see it. Didn't I stick my neck out for you? Come on, you owe me."

I looked at my wife, who was looking pretty sharp in a tight wrap-around dress. She shrugged dismissively and waved me on my way.

I got to Henry and Marcy's apartment about 15 minutes later. I got on his wifi and got the feed up.

"Oh man!" Henry exclaimed, "Look at that!"

His girl was semi-naked and sitting on Ollie's lap, her arms around his neck. Ollie was still dressed though. She looked into his eyes with an excited expression, then kissed his mouth.

In his usual style, Ollie was in no hurry, seeming to be just enjoying the process.

I'd only ever seen Marcy in her dowdy work outfits. She was a small woman, with a tight round ass and small tits that still managed to hang a bit. She was wearing some kind of transparent negligee; her ass was bare. She looked fantastic, yet slightly boyish due to the short hair.

Ollie's hands slid over her back as he pulled up the negligee to suck her nipples, then he bit her neck.

Henry stripped off his shoes and pants. His cock was already stiff with excitement.

"Relax and get comfortable, Jim." He said, "We're at my place and we know my girl isn't on her way home, haha!"

He threw himself down on the sofa next to me. "This is so great!" he said happily.

I sighed silently and took his penis in my hand. It was his night, he deserved to enjoy it. I stroked the hot organ softly; he grunted in gratitude. I had mixed feelings about it, but I could never resist the offer of a blowjob while I watched Ollie seduce another woman from the office. And that meant I had to give it back.

On screen, Henry's girlfriend squealed and moaned as Ollie fingered her groin and fondled her shapeless little tits. I tore my eyes away and lowered my head down to do what I had to do. Henry sighed happily as his cock slid into my mouth. As usual, once I'd managed to get it in there it felt ok.

About ten minutes later, Ollie's doorbell rang. I lifted my face away from Henry's stiff cock and sat up to watch.

"What the fuck." Ollie grumbled as he closed his pants and headed to answer the door, leaving Marcy naked on his sofa. Henry switched cameras.

"Heather, it's not a good time." Ollie said as he opened up.

"Please, I have to see you." My wife begged, pushing her way inside.

I could see she was wearing the same dress as earlier in the evening; to get there she must have left home right after I did.

"I'm sort of busy." Ollie said as she pulled on the string that tied her dress together. It unwound and fell to the floor.

Heather was wearing a black satin slip that barely covered her big breasts, and only went halfway down her tight round ass. Her fine mesh stockings came up to mid thigh.

"Wow, Heather shaved her bush!" Henry said; I don't know why he thought that was a big deal, he'd told me Marcy is always that way.

The outfit and the naked snatch had been meant for me of course; but instead of spending the evening having sex with my hot wife, I was here holding Henry's cock in my hand as she threw herself at Smooth Ollie.

It had gone too far; at first it was erotic and weirdly empowering to spy on her, knowing her secret and enjoying the show. Now I was starting to think I'd sacrificed my marriage for a quick short thrill.

The worst part was that I felt an odd sense of relief that Ollie was going to do it to my wife instead of me. Heather was a high maintenance woman; after sex, she expected me to do chores for her, like getting her car serviced and things like that, things that I'd do anyway; it was her assumption of entitlement that pissed me off.

But if she did it with Ollie while I got to watch, drinking a beer while Henry sucked me off, there was no debt. It was easy, stress free.

"Hi." We heard Marcy say. She walked into the frame, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Heather looked shocked, and stood stock still as she realized what Ollie had meant by 'busy'.

"Oh!" she said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize..." She reached down to grab her dress from the floor.

"Hey wait; aren't you Heather, Big Jim's wife?" Marcy asked innocently. "Hot Heather, that's what the boys call you! And I can see why..."

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed." My wife said, trying to get back into her dress.

"Hang on, don't go." Marcy said, "I'm Marcy, Henry's girlfriend by the way. Come in, join us."

"FUCK!" Henry exclaimed, "That's my girl! She's trying to get a threesome going."

"Let me guess; Jim went in to work or whatever, leaving you all alone on a Friday night. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone." Marcy continued smoothly, knowing full well exactly where I was, and why.

She bent forward and took Heather's hand. Gently, she tugged my wife into the living room.

They were completely mismatched; Marcy with her short hair, no makeup, and the plain white cotton shirt that barely covered her ass. Heather towered over her in four inch heels, her big breasts protruding and her long rich hair hanging around her shoulders, gold [that I'd bought her of course] on her ears, fingers, and neck. And of course the net stockings.

Marcy pulled the dress off of my wife again as Ollie watched. He looked as unsure of the whole situation as Heather was.

"Oh I wish I had a body like yours!" Mousy Marcy said, "That Jim is a lucky guy... well, not so lucky tonight I suppose!"

The three of them laughed; and we all knew it was going to happen.

Henry brought a small bowl from the kitchen.

"It's melted ice cream." He said, "Have a spoonful before you get to it, it makes everything really smooth."

"So Heather, why are you here with us instead of being with your good looking well hung husband?" Marcy asked her as she ran her hands over my wife's shoulders.

"I started flirting with Ollie to make Jim jealous." Heather said. "It worked at first, but then Jim lost interest, so here I am."

I sighed in surrender. Our women were having a threesome with Ollie and we were going to watch and suck each other off, so I figured I might as well just do it.

Marcy pulled the t-shirt over her head, then stood facing Heather, reaching down to take both her hands. She looked up at my wife and smiled. Heather looked confused, standing there in her saucy seduction outfit.

"Did you ever have a threesome before?" Marcy asked.

"No, never." Heather said.

"Me neither, but I always wanted to." Marcy said, and closed the small gap between their bodies to snuggle. "You have such big breasts!" she commented, slipping her hands up and under the back of Heather's slip. "And your skin is so smooth..."

I put some of the cream in my mouth as Henry lay back on the arm of the sofa with one foot on the floor, stoking his rod as he watched the action. I leaned forward and his hot penis slid into my lubricated mouth. It was oddly reassuring; reliable, predictable, friendly. I was able to watch as I gently moved my head up and down.

Ollie stood on the other side of the room, watching. Heather looked like a deer frozen in a car's headlights on a dark night as the smaller woman pulled the thin satin slip over her head and tossed it to the side. Marcy rotated her shoulders from side to side, then moved up and down slightly, rubbing her naked body against Heather's.

"MMM, Hot Heather!" Marcy sighed, "I can hardly believe it; I never thought I'd get into it with a woman, but who could resist you?" Her hands slid around and up, fondling Heather's breasts.

I reached for Henry's balls and fondled them as I pushed his penis deeper. It was time to admit that I liked doing it; sucking cock. I was worried by that.

Ollie took his clothes off as Marcy pulled Heather's face down to kiss her. After a second, my wife seemed to relax, surrendering to the moment. Her hands went around her new friend's back and it looked like tongue action was taking place.

I pulled away from Henry's cock and leaned back on the other end of the sofa so we were ass to ass. Henry reached forward to pull on my cock.

Marcy kissed Heather's neck, arms, and breasts. She ran her hands up and down my wife's long frame as Ollie stepped close to them, naked now. Heather kissed him and took his stiff cock in her hand.

Meanwhile, Henry was pulling my cock a bit too urgently.

"Henry, I'm a little dry there." I pointed out.

"Oh, sorry buddy." He said, and took a spoonful of cream before ducking down to smear it over me with his mouth. Then he sat up again and went back to the hand job so as not to miss anything. It was better with the greasy mixture of cream and saliva. His hand sliding up and down my cock felt good.

Ollie bent his neck to kiss Marcy, as the three of them stood in a tight triangle. Henry switched between the two living room cameras, but all we could see was their backs. Ollie broke away and sat down, pulling Heather after himself. Marcy sank to her knees in front of him and lowered her head between his knees. We had a good view as his stiff cock slid easily into her mouth. Heather was staring at the action, as if she was a virgin who hadn't ever done such a thing herself. Marcy sucked him deeply, her dark head moving up and down his stiff wet rod.

Ollie Pulled my wife close and kissed her passionately, gently caressing her neck, breasts, and back.

"So what do we know about that guy?" I asked Henry as he started to suck my cock, "Did you find out anything?"

Ollie slid a hand between Heather's thighs. I saw her stiffen, and she put one foot up on the sofa so her groin was wide open for him. And us.

Henry let go of my cock and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, he's an expert in paleo-arabic encryption. The number one guy in the world."

Marcy lifted her face from Ollie's cock, stroking him with her hand as she looked up at the kissing couple. Then she moved over so she was between Heather's thighs. She and Ollie stopped kissing to watch as Marcy slowly leaned forward to bring her mouth to Heather's baby smooth groin.

"Is she bisexual?" I asked Henry.

"I think we're about to find out." He said, gripping my cock hard with excitement. "What about Heather?"

"She never said anything to me about it." I said as she lifted her hips a little so Marcy could get to where she clearly wanted to go.

"What the fuck is paleo-arabic encryption?" I asked.

"There's no such thing." Henry said as Heather wrapped a hand around his wife's head and a leg around her back. "Well I guess now we both know our wives are bi." He said.

"Like us." I pointed out.

"I'm not." He said, "A bisexual man is attracted to other men. Are you?"

"Well, no." I said. "But come on Henry, we've been sucking each other off."

"Only while we watch... whatever it is we're watching. Live porn. Ok, I admit I like doing it, but we never like, kiss or make out, do we?"

 "Hell no." I said.

Heather was writhing around as Ollie held her tight and Marcy went at her clit. She held her arms around them both, in a tight three way knot of sensuality as she appeared to come in the first orgasm of the evening.

"So if there's no such thing as paleo-arabic encryption, what does he do exactly?" I asked Henry.

"He doesn't do a damn thing except seduce our women." Henry said, "He could be a mole."

"Let's go in the bedroom." Marcy said when she finally lifted her face from between Heather's legs.

They all filed through the doorway and Henry switched the feed as the three of them got onto the mattress.

"Four cameras all focused on the bed." Henry mused; "This isn't about information gathering, Jim. It's just voyeurism."

Ollie lay on his back and the woman stretched out of either side of him. They all reverted to fondling and kissing, which is great when you're doing it but less interesting when you're only watching.

"So who put the cameras in?" I asked as we sucked on our beers and waited for something more interesting to happen, "Did you ever figure it out?"

Marcy was kissing Ollie and fondling Heather's breast; Heather was playing with Ollie's cock and nibbling his ear. He had his arms around them both.

"It had to have been Ollie." Henry said, "The feed runs into a dedicated server in there somewhere."

Ollie pulled his tongue from Marcy's mouth, turned his head, and pushed it into Heather's.

"So Ollie is just keeping trophies." I said. "All romantic and sincere while secretly recording it all."

Hands roamed over naked bodies on the screen, as Henry fondled my balls on the sofa.

"He's one cool bastard." Henry said, "If the brass find out, he's toast. Remember you told me he fucked that new intern? Well she's Francine's daughter."

He took my cock in his other hand. Heather played with Ollie's balls while Marcy tickled his penis.

"Blond Francine who he was with the other day?" I asked.

"That's right, and she's Teresa's daughter."

Marcy reached across Ollie to run her fingers over Heather's breast. Heather swung a leg across the other two and pulled them all tight in a tangle of lower limbs.

"Little Teresa from signals?" I asked.

"That's right, Little Teresa. He was hitting on her in the cafeteria the other night when no one was around."

Marcy slid her body on top of Ollie and stretched out to kiss Heather.

"How do you know?" I asked Henry as Heather ran her hand down Marcy's back.

"I've been using the internal security system to keep an eye on him. The son of a bitch is trying for three generations, mother, daughter, grandmother." he said.

"How did he do?" I asked, watching my woman grip his girl's ass.

"I don't know, there was no audio. She laughed and didn't hit him though." Henry said, then dropped down to suck my cock for a couple of seconds. "I think they might have gone to her place."

"Son of a bitch." I said. "She's what, sixty years old?"

"At least." He said. "Are you thinking of her right now?"

I imagined the old woman was doing it to me instead of Henry; it was a disturbing yet erotic image. She was attractive in her way, despite the grey hair.

The show went on; they shifted and took turns going down on each other.

When Henry's wife sucked Ollie's cock, I sucked Henry. When Heather sucked Ollie, Henry went down on me, my cock rock hard in his mouth as I watched my wife pleasure the smooth bastard.

Finally, Ollie slid his cock into my eager wife, as she held her long legs wide. Marcy held Heather's face against her breast and Ollie paused to kiss her mouth.

Henry did his thing on me as we watched; the pain and pleasure, anger and lust, shame and pride.

Yes, pride; odd yet true. I was proud that a woman like Heather had ever been mine. I was still in love with her, even as I watched her come while Ollie fucked her.

I was never good enough to keep a woman like her. I knew it from the start, she was a top class grade A beauty with a degree. One day she'd notice I was just a regular average guy, and she could do much better. Not with Ollie; he was just a lever, a tool she was using to break loose.

He stiffened and groaned. Marcy grabbed his face and kissed him.              

"Jesus!" Henry said, "He's coming in Heather!"

We'd noticed that Ollie always pulled out of women likely to be fertile, but he liked to let loose in his older conquests, like long Barbara. I watched in horrified fascination.

Henry went down on me, sucking my cock deep and hard with a creamy smooth mouth.

As I watched Ollie quiver and come, squirting his semen deep into my cheating spouse, the sensations on my own stiff penis was becoming overwhelming. I lost it and came hard while Henry sucked and tickled.

Depleted, I sat numbly naked as Marcy, Ollie, and Heather went back to fondling and kissing. I thought it was just a little after-play, but they didn't stop. Henry made us some sandwiches, we ate them and had a couple of more beers. By that time, Ollie was hard again, kissing Heather as Marcy sucked his dick.

"Son of a bitch, he's going to fuck Marcy too." Henry said excitedly.

She climbed on and rode him, while Heather held his face against her perfect breasts. They switched and Ollie did Marcy from behind, bouncing her small body as his hips slammed against her ass; she crawled on top of Heather and let herself down, holding on to the other woman as Ollie did his thing. It looked like she came. Ollie pulled out and pulled her over onto her back, so she and Heather were side by side. He kneeled above Marcy and dipped his stiff cock into her mouth. Her hands went up to hold his ass as he took her head and lifted it up and down while she sucked on him. He lifted away from Marcy and she just lay there compliantly as he stepped over to repeat the maneuver on my wife, sticking his cock down into her mouth from above for a minute of fucking her lovely submissive mouth. Then he got between Marcy's thighs again and fucked her hard.

We all knew it was the finale; Marcy gripped his ass in her hands and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, Heather sat up and just watched passively. Marcy came, but Ollie held on; after some minutes, she was coming again and Ollie held Marcy's face between his hands and kissed her as her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him tight. Heather ran her hand up and down his back and ass as he groaned. My wife reached down between his legs, doubtlessly grabbing his balls. Ollie moaned and stiffened in orgasm, finally letting loose, coming in Henry's mousy girlfriend without a care in the world.

And of course, Henry came at the same time, into my mouth. I enjoyed that in a masochistic sort of way. The humiliation of it, the pain and shame. The hot sweet taste of semen and the burning disgrace as it slid down my throat.

Ollie lay still on top of Marcy for a minute or two, kissing her mouth softly. Then he pulled out and stood up on the mattress as he turned to Heather, taking her head in one hand and his limp wet dick in the other. She turned her head away, but he pulled it back insistently. She could have pushed him away if she'd really wanted to; but she surrendered to his desire and opened her mouth for him.

Ollie let out a loud sigh of intense pleasure as my wife cleaned his cock with her mouth. He shuddered and held her head in both hands, grunting at the powerful sensation of his sensitive post-orgasm dick in her pretty face.

It was around midnight. It had been three hours since it all started.

Heather pushed him away. "I'd better get going, it's late." She said. "Jim will be home by now..."

"Why not spend the night?" Ollie suggested. "We can all hang out tomorrow..."

"I have to go home." Heather said again, getting to her feet.

"Hang on, let me show you something." Ollie said, hopping out of bed, his slack cock swinging between his thighs.

He opened his laptop and opened a photo. It was me in my office chair with my cock in Henry's mouth.

"Wow!" Marcy said, "That's so hot!"

"Your husband is a homo!" Ollie laughed, "A useless fucking queer!"

But his face fell as he saw Heather's anger.

"You bastard!" she shouted at him, "Why are you showing us this? You want to ruin our relationships? Everyone knows about you Ollie, you're after every female on the payroll, you even went with fat Doris!"

"I didn't know he did it with fat Doris." Henry said.

"Quiet!" I said.

"She's right." Marcy said, getting out of bed. "We all had fun Ollie, but you're a player. You don't get to interfere with our real relationships. Can you give me a lift home Heather?"

"So how did Ollie access my laptop camera?" I asked Henry, "I thought you said he was useless."

"Of course I can." Heather said to Marcy.

"Yeah, well I also told you that video feed was a security risk." Henry said defensively.

The girls pulled on their clothes and left, ignoring Ollie's protests and apologies.

I switched on Heather's phone.

"Does Marcy know about the phone tap?" I asked.

"No." Henry said.

"Are you upset?" Marcy asked as they got into the car.

"I can't believe it." Heather said, "This explains everything! Jim is gay!"

"Maybe he's just a little bit bisexual." Marcy suggested gently.

"What's the difference? He cheated on me with another guy."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Marcy asked, "I tell you what, come over tomorrow and we'll have a threesome with Henry."

"You, me, and Henry?" Heather mused, "How do you know Henry would agree?"

Marcy laughed, "Any man on the planet would agree!" she said, "You're Hot Heather, they all want you."

"What about Jim?" Heather asked.

"We can have a threesome with Jim on Sunday!" Marcy suggested.  "Is his cock as big as it looked in that picture?"

"Yes it is." Heather said. "I thought you'd be more into a threesome with Jim and Henry."

"Oh darling, now you're talking!" Marcy cried as they accelerated onto the highway. "We can have a lot of fun if we stick together."

Epilogue;

"Oh, I have to tell you guys something." Marcy said as she took her clothes off, "A signal came through today. An urgent request for a paleo-arabic encryption specialist for the listening post in Mongolia."

"I thought there was no such thing." I said.

"Well tell that to Little Teresa from signals." Heather said, getting onto her elbows and knees and hoisting her naked ass into the air. "The order came right from big tit Shelly who runs the the DG's desk. Ollie is transferred to Mongolia. You know, if the paperwork all gets misfiled, he could be there forever."

"Tell that to Long Barbara in archives." Marcy laughed. "I hear that there's no full time staff at those listening posts anymore."

Heather put her face in the crook of my arm.

"Ready?" Henry asked.

"Go on." Heather said resignedly, and her eyes widened as Henry eased his cock into her ass.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Man, it's so tight!" Henry grunted.

"I was addressing my wife." I said, as Marcy set her vagina down over my stiff rod. The hot wetness of her surrounded my cock with fabulous pleasure.

"It's... different." Heather said. "Tight and weird. I tell you right now, you're never going to put yours in there."

"Too big!" Marcy laughed as she rode my dick.

I kissed my lovely wife. "I love you, baby." I told her as my friend slowly fucked her in the ass.

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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