A My Slut Story

The moment had finally arrived. A moment we had talked about for months, played with, toyed with, turned it and twisted it. We had covered nearly every imaginable option or so it seemed. You see it’s a strange thing being in love with a married woman. Knowing she was still fucking her husband was one thing, hearing about another, even watching a video of it, but now preparing to watch it happen was going to be another. We had set it up and it was going to happen in just a few minutes. The wonders of modern technology were now going to allow me to watch and listen to everything.

She had setup her laptop with a clear view of the bed earlier. Which, was right after I picked out something for her to wear. Yes, I picked out a sheer black and lace negligee and the tiny black G-string. She was five foot seven, a hundred and twenty pounds of perfection, long legs that rounded in back to an ass that begged to be smacked. Her thirty-four C breast hung perfectly on her chest and thick proud nipples that fit perfectly in my mouth. Well tonight they would not be in my mouth. She looked like a beautiful slut, my beautiful slut, as she blew me a kiss and made final adjustments to her laptop.

She had only been gone a minute as I tried to get comfortable in front of my computer. Trying not to think too much and just go with the experience but it struck me as a touch off. I sat there naked in my chair, a towel across my thigh ready for when I would need it.