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It didn’t take long for Malcolm to see the video I sent of me and my husband together and he lost all sense of decorum. I didn’t mind. It was after I went to bed that he responded to our video, but I woke up to a bunch of messages, some very explicit seats (including pictures), and most importantly: a request. This was a request that changed our sexual lives forever (for the better) but also led to the slow breakdown of our marriage. But like I said before, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Some things aren’t meant to be.

“Will you two put on a show for me?” That was the message Malcolm sent. I would have said yes then and there, but I knew I had to consult Jack. There was another message that whet my appetite even more. “I can make a lot happen for you guys. Sexually. And otherwise.” Such a vague thing to say but it was making my mouth water. I wanted to go wake Jack up and beg him to do whatever this “show” was that Malcolm had in mind with me, but that seemed like a bad idea. Instead I had no choice but to fuck myself silly on the couch of our apartment in my underwear. By the time I was done my panties were soaked and so was the pillow.

So I waited and waited for Jack to wake up. The trouble was that he at all times slept well after cumming and I had given him a great orgasm the night before. But he woke up and I made him breakfast, because I know how to butter someone up. We talked about how we slept. I didn’t mention Malcolm at all, not for a few hours. We spent the day relaxing and enjoying each others’ business. My underwear hugged my hips and my top was cut just low enough to keep my husband thinking about me. I liked his looks. I couldn’t wait for the next time he fucked me. But I also couldn’t stop thinking about what Malcolm had said and what it meant.

Sometime in the mid afternoon I was on my knees again. It wasn’t to manipulate him into agreeing to what Malcolm had suggested, I just needed him in my mouth. Then I needed him inside me, so instead of making him cum I bent myself over the kitchen counter and let him have his way with me with my hands pressed up against the window. Then, when I was full of what he had to give me and we were cuddling on the kitchen floor, I told him what Malcolm had said.

“What does that even mean?” Jack asked. I was a little confused too. Put on a show could mean lots of things, but the more confusing part was how he could “make a lot happen” for us. It was very vague, perfect to entice someone. I remembered how Malcolm had heard I wanted a threesome and hadn’t been able to make it happen though. Two images popped into my noggin then. One was me riding Jack while a pretty girl licked my clit and played with his balls. The other one was me getting my ass and my pussy filled. Jack was in my pussy, but I wanted Malcolm in my ass. That should have been the first sign of trouble.

“I think he wants to watch us fuck,” I said conspiratorially. I was grinding my ass against his dick. It hadn’t been long since he had cum, but I could already feel the begin of a half-chub pressing against me. Not much of a surprise, since we had been talking about all sorts of freaky shit for years, but it was still exciting in a sick kind of way. I had struck up the beginning of a sexual, kinky relationship with someone outside of my marriage, and my husband wasn’t mad. Just like I’d hoped it seemed like it was gonna bring us closer together and take us to new heights of sexual intimacy.

Wrong. But I’ll get to that later.

Jack had his own job to get too, not exactly as fun as mine. He was a manager part time at a grocery store and he usually worked the overnight shift. Like I said, pre-COVID. While he was gone I got back in touch with Malcom.

“What does this put on a show thing mean exactly?”

He replied super quick. I don’t know how he makes as much money as he does if he’s at all times on his phone. “Could be a lot of things. You could film something for me. I’d watch you fuck. Whatever. I’ll pay. So long as it’s all for me.” I liked that last part. Some selfishness is hot. Just a little, though. Although I guess I have no room to judge!

This time I slipped up. I should have consulted Jack first before I said anything more. It was a big, pretty outrageous offer, but I got ahead of myself. “We can film something for you. Maybe you can even be there.” Was that something Jack would like? I had no idea. Far as I knew he was never in a room with another guy like that, not before we met Malcolm. In the last few days I think he got a taste of exhibitionism and liked it.

The next part I’m even more embarrassed about. Malcolm sent me some videos of his own. I’ll leave it to your imagination what was in them, but I think you can guess. That was when I should have shut things down for the night. Jack had been very accommodating up to that point, but he would have been waaay within his rights to have a serious fucking issue with this part.

So I didn’t tell him. I’m not proud of it, it was wrong. Not going to make any excuses for myself! But that’s what I did. And not only that, but I sent him lots of pictures of me. Some old ones. Some new ones. Some absolutely filthy ones. And he loved each and every one.

The next day I broached Malcolm’s request to Jack. His first question was a lot smarter than mine. “How much?” he asked. Boy was I embarrassed. Not asking should have been a big red flag, and it probably was, because I couldn’t tell him.

“Well, how much would you want?” It felt weird to be haggling over it with him. We were pretty much discussing how much our privacy was worth. “I think it’s kind of a hot idea.” My hand was on his thigh when I said that. You can guess where on his thigh.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s definitely kind of hot.” He probably would have been a lot happier if it was a rich babe offering us money to watch us fuck instead of a well dressed guy perilously close to our own age. But the added danger didn’t quite get to him. “Yeah, I think we could definitely do something like that.”

It took a long time to actually arrange it. Almost three whole weeks. And yes, before you ask, I did spend most of those three weeks texting Malcolm in secret. Jack knew I was talking to him and might have suspected what kind of conversations we were having but he didn’t say anything about it. To this day I don’t know why. But there we were at the end of the month. Malcolm had a big apartment downtown in our city. It wasn’t anywhere near my bar, so I wonder why he was a regular there. As we were taking a cab to get there I couldn’t help but think about how we wouldn’t have been able to afford rent in this area. The driver dropped us off outside a building I didn’t recognize, but it matched up with what had come up on Google Maps when I put in what Malcolm told me. It had an actual doorman. I didn’t know that places still had things like that. We told him we were guests of Malcolm [REDACTED]’s and he gave us a look. Especially me. I was wearing a long coat and heels, and I’m sure when he got a good look at me he noticed the stockings too. This had happened before. Enough that even the doorman was starting to pick up on what was going on. That made me feel less special, but it also made me feel naughtier. I desperately needed to be upstairs, I wondered.

Malcolm buzzed us in and we went to the elevator. The long ride up was totally quiet. No elevator music, thank God, and me and Jack didn’t have anything to say to each other. We had barely talked the whole ride over. At least he had been talkative that morning when we had sex and he called me a dirty fucking slut who liked showing my whore body off to other men. That had made me cum so hard my eyes rolled back into my head.

There was the door and it was suddenly real. We were here. I felt very, very naked, even though I was still all covered up. Malcolm got the door. “Jack, it’s good to finally meet you. I’ve heard good things! Come on in.” He didn’t acknowledge me until I walked past him, behind Jack, and he clapped me on the ass. I couldn’t even respond as he closed the door. “You two look great. I’m so glad you’re here.”

I got to take in his apartment then. It was nice and tastefully decorated. I almost got the vibe of a woman’s touch, but I didn’t mind. If he was married it wouldn’t change anything for me. The decor was messed up a little by how he had clearly moved things around so that there was a nice wide futon in the middle of the room and a couple of cameras all around it. Had we discussed that? I couldn’t remember. To be honest, I’m sure at some point I had told him I wanted him to videotape me getting railed, so that was on me. I told him a lot worse, too.

“Here’s where the magic happens,” he said. “I didn’t think this would work out at first. Lots of people are hot to trot at the beginning but back out right at the end. I really admire you two, I think it’s a sign of real stability in your relationship.” Wrong.

“Where do you want to start?” I had expected a glass of wine or something, but I guess he was too willing for that.

That was my moment. I fiddled with the buttons on my coat and shrugged it off to fall down around my heels. Then there I was, in my finest red lingerie, the set with the push up bra that made my tits look fantastic and the panties that begged you to play with my ass. Having both Jack and Malcolm stare at me was incredible. I almost asked then and there if we’d skip the pleasantries and make it a full threesome. Instead Malcolm went around to each camera setting them up as I guided Jack to the bed and stripped him out of his clothing. Mal didn’t say a word after that, but he got out a handheld camera of his own and wandered around the room getting from numerous angles. I focused on my husband’s body. He was standing and I was sitting. No trouble getting hard as I stroked him and pressed his cock against my skin. I felt alive. Every once in a while (still with his dick in my mouth) I’d look up and see Malcolm standing nearby and checking me out through his viewfinder.

Jack pulled me up by my hair and turned me around. He didn’t bother taking my panties down, he just pushed them apart and shoved it inside me. Somehow he didn’t seem concerned at all that we were being filmed or that there was a strange man in the room. Malcolm was standing on the other side of the futon. He was positioned to face me exactly. Jack was giving it to me from behind, but it was the tent in Malcolm’s pants that had me morning and begging for it.

Jack choked me harder than ever, but it was perfect. He left marks on my ass. I was out of breath but he wouldn’t let me go. He fucked me over and over again. It felt like a gorgeous forever, but when I watched it back later it was only a sensual, perfect moment, not even half an hour. He was totally silent. Not ordinary for him. But I let myself moan as I stared into Mal’s camera. He threw me onto my back and pushed his cock against my face. I took it in both hands and worked him the way he loved until he came on my chest.

Mal and Jack went off to have a drink when it was done. I just lay there on the bed. Since I spent most of it on my hands and knees I didn’t notice the mirror hanging above me. There she was. Lithe and gorgeous, wearing a perfect slut’s red lingerie. My short brown hair all mussed up. Everything red except for my freckles. And cum all over my chest. I made myself cum on my fingers looking at myself in the mirror.

NSFW: yes

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