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Penny's Promiscuity - 21 - Movie Magic (continued)

The first part of her plan successful, can pregnant Hotwife give her husband what he so badly needs?

I was sitting at my laptop in my running clothes when my husband returned barely half an hour after Will had left. I hadn’t showered or tidied the bedroom in any way; all I had done was pull the minimum of acceptable outdoor clothes over my soiled body.

The cameras had been retrieved, the files recovered and safely saved on our desktop pc. I had briefly looked through the footage; about a third was unusable – either Will and I had been out of shot or so close that we were out of focus – but there was more than enough to show clearly in picture and in sound what had taken place.

My own ecstatic cries of ‘Oh God!’ were particularly loud and alarmingly close to what I imagined my daughter had screamed during her infamous first night in bed with Simon, her now ex-boyfriend.

Like daughter, like mother?

Whatever the truith, I was tired but my work was done, both in the bedroom and out of it.

Pete entered the house quietly as if he half suspected Will might still be there but of course the boy’s car and the boy himself were long gone.

“Penny?” he called anxiously up the stairs.

“I’m in the study,” I called back, rising to my feet as the man I loved stood nervously in the doorway.

“Is it all over?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“I think so,” I replied. “He’s gone.”

Pete’s eyes began to scour my body as if looking for evidence of the fornication that must have taken place. From my flushed face and chest and the aroma of sex that must have clung to me, this would not be hard to find.

“Did you let him...” he began.

“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yes Pete. He fucked me.”

“Was it good?”

“It was one of the best I’ve ever had, Pete. It was a good farewell fuck.”

He winced then asked:

“It really was farewell?”

I nodded.

“So your plan worked?” he asked. "Whatver it was?"

I took a deep breath.

“Yes Pete. It worked better than I expected.”

He looked into my eyes. From his expression he was desperate to know more; to hear more about what had just taken place in his house, in his bedroom, in his bed and with his wife.

A wave of anxiety washed over me. Was this a step too far? Would it actually alienate my husband?

Or would it be the first step along the road we both wanted the rest of our lives to follow?

There was only one thing I could do now and I had to do it.

Though I was by no means certain what the outcome would be, I had to trust the man I loved. In one way, my husband would be fulfilling his long-expressed fantasy. In another I would be putting our entire future at risk.

But it was a risk I had to take.

I placed my hand on the desktop pc. Pete’s eyes followed the movement. Then I placed a small flash drive on the table in front of him and said softly, my hand on his shoulder.

“This is for you. It’s not exactly what you asked for but it’s a step on the way.”

“You mean…?”

“It’s a sex tape Pete. It’s me and Will in our bed. He’s fucking the life out of me Pete and I’m cumming hard. It’s what you said you wanted to see.”


“It hasn’t been edited; there’s been no time so it’s just the raw files from the cameras. I hope it gives you a little of what you need.”

Pete looked up at me, stunned. I kissed him on the cheek as I whispered:

“I’m going out for a while. Take your time.”


“They say you should always be careful what you wish for, Pete.”


For an hour I pounded the footpaths that led into and through the woodland near out house. My body ached from the fucking it had received and I could feel something gooey seeping from my vulva as I ran but there was nothing else I could think of to kill the time.

Whether I was running away from the past or towards the future I don’t know but I was sure I couldn’t be in the house when Pete watched the video I had genuinely taken of Will fucking me half senseless in out bed.

When I entered the house an hour later, the sweat from my run had mingled with the sweat from Will’s fucking and the sticky evidence between my thighs.

Pete was sitting at his desk, the large computer screen glowing before him. There was a whisky glass next to his right hand and a half empty decanter alongside it. There was no water to be seen.

He did not turn to greet me as I entered the room.

“Hi,” I said tentatively, unsure what my reception might be.

“Hi,” he replied flatly, turning on the swivel seat but still not looking at me.

His face was pale, his eyes red as if he had been crying.

“They say you should be careful what you wish for,” he said flatly.

“You’ve watched it?”

“All of it,” he replied unemotionally.

“Are you upset?” I asked, moving a little closer.

I put my hand on his shoulder. He winced and moved away, then thought better of it and sat back. A moment later his fingers were on mine, his eyes fixed on the blank screen.

“I honestly don’t know how I feel,” he said. “It’s either the worst day of my life or the best one. Or both all at once.”

“It’s what you said you wanted.”

I told him this quietly but firmly though in truth there was no sign of him reacting angrily.

“Did you… enjoy watching?” I asked. “You’ve wanted to for a long time.”

He laughed hollowly.

“I don’t think enjoy is the right word.”

“Okay then, was it all you wanted it to be?”

Pete pushed back in his chair and swivelled towards me. Instinctively I knelt next to him, still holding his hand. Our heads level, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty; he had been crying.

“It was the most erotic experience of my entire life,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “And the most painful.”

“Not what you expected?”

He took a deep breath.

“The thrill; the excitement was greater than anything I had ever imagined. Even though it was only on video, actually watching you cum on another man’s cock really was as good as I had imagined it to be but...”

“But…” I prompted.

“But the pain and jealousy were pure, unadulterated agony, Penn. In all our fantasies I never imagined I could feel so conflicted; so aroused yet so angry and jealous all at the same time. Even when you told me about Darren and Will – even all those times with that shit Tony – it was still somehow just a story. Now I’ve seen it for real…”

He let the words hang in the air.

“And in our bed in our bedroom too.”

"I didn;t do it there to hurt you. I couldn't get the cameras in place anyhere else," I told him truthfully.

There was silence between us though he did not let go of my hand. I leaned towards him, our heads touched then nuzzled together.

“At least I finally understand what it really means for you,” he said after a minute or two. “I’ve never seen you lose it like that in all the time I’ve known you.”

“Does it hurt to see me doing it?”

“Of course it does! But in a perverse way it helps too.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Well I can see for myself that it’s just sex. It’s just physical. There was no love there, just raw, animal fucking.”

“That’s all it was ever supposed to be,” I told him. “Tony was different; he was a friend I cared for and who I thought cared for me. I thought he loved me; I let myself fall in love with him. Tony was a mistake in so many ways.”

“You can say that again,” he laughed mirthlessly.

We stared at the blank screen together for a full minute.

“Does really good fucking inevitably lead to love?” Pete asked.

“It needn’t lead to it,” I told him. “Not if we keep our promises to each other.”

“The Geneva Convention?” he snorted.

“Pete, if you want it all to stop here, it will stop here,” I said, meaning every word. “Now you’ve seen what it’s like, I’ll understand if you tell me it all has to end.”

He was looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“I can’t change what’s already happened,” I said, my hands on my lower belly where the baby lay. “We can’t ignore the consequences and go back to being a normal couple but we can have a monogamous marriage again if that’s what you want.”

Pete thought for a moment.

“I’m not sure what I want right now,” he said, toying with the flash drive. “But I agree, after the last months we can’t ever be a normal couple again.”

“Do you regret it?”

He thought again.

“No. I don’t regret it. I wish your first affair had been different but I’m not sorry it happened. Not now.”

I stood alongside him. My husband’s arms snaked around my waist and pulled me towards him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and he kissed my tummy; the tummy in which Darren’s baby was growing then stood and kissed me on the lips.

“You taste of him,” he whispered. “You smell of him too.”

“Come with me!”

I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom where the rumpled, semen stained sheet lay exactly where Will and I had left it. I had deliberately left the windows closed; the smell of sweat and sex in the room was strong.

Pete inhaled deeply, kissed me again on the lips. I peeled off my running clothes and stood naked and guilty in front of him. He led me to the bed, sat me down on the dirty sheet and leaned me back against the pillow.

“Open your legs!”

His voice was low but commanding. I obeyed, spreading my thighs wide, my sticky vulva opening to reveal its messy secrets. Pete undressed quickly without taking his eyes away from my groin then knelt between my knees.

“You’re red and puffy,” he said excitedly. “And you’re still leaking.”

I nodded.

“How many times did he cum?”


“Both times in your cunt?”

I nodded again.

“How many times did you cum? More than I saw on the tape?”

“Much more,” I replied.

“But out of camera shot?” he asked.

I nodded.

Pete lowered his face to my groin and inhaled deeply.

“I can smell your orgasm,” he whispered. “I love it when you cum.”

Without warning, Pete ran the flat of his tongue from below the base of my slit, along the depths of the open valley above, into the mouth of my vagina then across my still-proud clitoris, eagerly lapping up the messy residues of my latest fornication.

“Jesus!” I gasped, my body convulsing.

Then he did it again.

“Oh my God Pete!”

Then his hands slipped under my buttocks, his mouth closed on my vulva and for the second time on the same day in the same bed, I lost all sense of reason.

My marriage was safe. It was going to be alright!

It looked like Hotwife Penny was going to be back!

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