I am a happily married man to the same woman for 35 years. We have a great life, great family, and lots of wealth, which may be why I had to work really hard to find a place where I was not satisfied in my life.

Beth and I have had a great sex life over the years, at least once or twice a week in frequency, with lots of role-playing. We were both raised very conservatively, she probably more than me, so I have this wild side, which probably comes from reading erotica and surfing porn.

Swinging or anything outside of our marriage, beyond role play, has always been a no for her. Also, she has never even admitted to masturbating because doing something to pleasure yourself always seemed wrong to her, except for what happened a couple of years ago. 

We were having one of our pre-date night cocktails, which turned into a lot more drinking than we normally do. We were having a little fun playing truth or dare, and on a truth, I asked her if she had ever masturbated in her entire life. Looking a little sheepish, she admitted that she did when one of us was traveling if she needed a little release. That turned into a bit of an obsession for me.

This is the part you're going to think I'm pretty shitty. I bought a USB tower to put on my nightstand to charge all of my devices, but this one had a hidden camera. My hope was to catch her doing the deed sometime when I was traveling. It's been over a year, and the closest I got was watching her one night when she was scrolling on her phone while I was away. I could see that she was watching one of her sexy Netflix shows, but it never turned into anything.

It occurred to me that she stayed up and watched a lot of Netflix after I'd gone to bed, so I set up a Bluetooth speaker in our living room that also had a hidden camera. I had them both connected to Cloud recording, so I had two fields of vision now, just in case something fun happened. It never did. 

Since then, I've kind of given up on catching her doing anything, so I only used the camera when I was traveling to see when she was actually up in the morning, so I didn't interrupt her sleep with my morning check-ins. 

One of the nice things about having money and owning a nice place is that your adult children still come by to visit. In fact, we have a gym in our basement that replaces the need for any fitness center, and so our youngest son, who is 28, would come over after work 3 days a week and exercise. We have a nephew who is the same age as our youngest son, and he wanted to build some muscle himself, so they would come by and train together. It was nice having the boys there every once in a while; they never really seemed to get in the way.

Fast forward a couple of months, and our son changes his work schedule, but our nephew Justin asks if it is still okay for him to come by and train. Our nephew is the oldest son of Beth's little sister, and he is a handsome, charming young man. He was never a problem except that we think he likes us better than his own parents, so he would always hang out quite a bit and chat us up.

Why I did it, I don't know, but during one of my self-pleasure moments, I imagined, "Wouldn't it be cool if I looked in on the camera and saw my nephew banging my wife?" Again, I don't know what brought it on, but once the image was there, I couldn't get away from it.

A little side note: a few months ago, I had a little health scare, so Beth and I thought it would be smart to track each other's phones so we always knew where the other was. Strangely enough, this fed into my fantasy life, so often when I was away and she could tell I was away, I would check the camera just to see if anything interesting was taking place. There never was.

There was another oddity that cropped up. For a couple of years now, Beth and I have been on hormone replacement pellets, which really upped our sex drive. It had such an impact that my wife required multiple hookups a week with me, as our one or two schedule wasn't scratching her itch. But, since my son stopped his training routine and our nephew was coming by alone, she said that once a week on date night was enough these days.

This takes me up to what happened last week. I was traveling, which meant I had flown out of town for a few days, and I called her on a Wednesday afternoon just to check in. While I was on the phone with her, I heard Justin come by to train in our gym. Beth had him on speaker, so we exchanged pleasantries, and then he went to lift as I finished up with my wife. 

I was doing some work about a half hour later when this fantasy of mine popped into my head, and I thought, "Wouldn't it be cool if something happened while she knew good and well I was a thousand miles away." I turned on the living room camera and couldn't believe what I saw.

I watched in disbelief as my nephew, shirtless and sweaty from his workout, approached my wife, who was sitting on the couch. He leaned in close, whispering something in her ear, and she giggled nervously. My heart raced as I saw her hand reach out and touch his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. He leaned in even closer, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched him undress her, their hands exploring every inch of her skin.

My fantasy had become a reality, and it was more intense than I ever imagined. I watched as they moved to the bedroom, Beth leading the way, her body pressing against his. I could hear their moans and whispers, and it drove me wild. 

As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with the idea of Beth and my nephew together. I would often check the camera, watching recorded footage, hoping to catch another glimpse of their intimate moments. Beth, unaware of my secret, seemed to be enjoying her newfound freedom and the excitement it brought to her life.

One evening, as I was in town but at an evening reception, I decided to call my wife, hoping to catch them in the act again. It was the day and time Justin normally came by. As the phone rang, I turned on the camera, my heart pounding with anticipation. To my surprise, Beth answered the phone, her voice breathless and slightly flushed. 

As I listened to her speak, I could hear muffled noises in the background, and I realized that my nephew was there, hidden from her view. I hung up the phone, not wanting to interrupt, and turned up the volume on the camera. I watched as they moved from the living room to the bedroom, their bodies entwined, lost in each other's embrace.

The days turned into weeks, and my obsession grew stronger. I found myself planning my fake reasons to be away from the house to coincide with Justin's visits. It became a secret thrill, a hidden pleasure that I kept to myself, a fantasy made real.

As the weeks passed, I found myself drawn deeper into this secret world. I started to wonder if I should reveal my knowledge to Beth, or if I should keep it hidden, savoring the thrill of the unknown. The thought of confronting her, of sharing in her newfound pleasures, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Finally, after much internal struggle, I decided to confront her. So, I picked a night when Beth and I normally go out on a date. I'm sitting across from Beth at our favorite restaurant, sipping on a glass of wine and enjoying the evening atmosphere. I had ordered her a wine flight, knowing that it would get her to the perfect level of tipsy, relaxed, but still coherent. And, if I'm being honest, it always seems to bring out her more... amorous side. 

As we chat and laugh, I can see the wine taking effect, and I know it's the right time to bring up the subject that's been on my mind. I wait until the check is paid and we're walking out of the restaurant before I casually mention that I've noticed our nephew Justin coming over to the house more often. Beth looks at me as we enter the parking lot with a mix of surprise and guilt, and I can tell she's trying to gauge how much I know. 

I decide to push the issue a bit further, asking her if she's developed feelings for Justin. She stops walking and looks at me, her eyes searching for something. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and says, 

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

I say, my voice calm and gentle, " Honey, everything is ok. But let's just say that I accidentally caught you and Justin together once. I'm not going to go into details, but I think we both know what I'm talking about." 

Beth's eyes widen in shock, and she looks like she's been caught off guard. She takes a step back, her face pale, and I can see the guilt written all over her face. But instead of being angry or hurt, I find myself feeling a strange sense of excitement. I take a deep breath and reassure her, 

"Beth, I want you to know that I'm not upset. In fact, I find it kind of... exciting." 

Beth's expression changes from guilt to confusion, and she looks at me like she's not sure what to make of my reaction. 

"Exciting?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. 

I nod, taking a step closer to her. 

"Yes, exciting. I know it may sound strange, but I've always had a bit of a fantasy about this kind of thing. And now that it's happened, I have to admit that it's kind of thrilling." 

Beth looks at me, searching for any sign of insincerity, but I'm being genuine. I can see the tension in her body begin to ease, and she takes a step closer to me. 

"What do you mean?" she asks, her voice still cautious. 

I smile, taking her hand in mine. "I mean that I think we can explore this further. I think we can make this work for us, as a couple. But we need to talk about it, and we need to be honest with each other." 

Beth nods, and I can see the fear and guilt in her eyes start to fade. She looks at me, 

“I told him we needed to stop,” she said, looking down.

I looked at Beth, trying to understand what she was saying. 

"You told him you needed to stop?" I repeated, my voice gentle. 

Beth nodded, looking down at her feet. 

"Yes, I told him that we couldn't keep doing this, that it was wrong, and that we needed to stop." 

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I tried to understand where Beth was coming from. 

"Why did you tell him that?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

Beth took a deep breath before answering. 

"I just felt so guilty and ashamed of what we were doing. I felt like we were betraying you and our marriage, and I didn't know how to deal with it." 

I nodded, trying to process everything. 

"I understand why you would feel that way," I said. "But I want you to know that I'm not angry or hurt. In fact, I think there is something I need you to do.”

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice still cautious.

I smiled, taking her hand in mine, and looked into her eyes. "I want you to continue with Justin," I said, my voice low and husky. 

Beth's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me like I was crazy. "What? Why would you want that?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise. 

I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I know it may sound strange, but as I said, I've always had a bit of a fantasy about this kind of thing. And now that it's happened, I don’t want it to end. I want you to continue with Justin, and I want you to tell me about it." 

Beth looked at me, confusion etched on her face. "You want me to tell you about it? Why? What could you possibly get out of that?" 

I leaned in closer, my voice taking on a romantic tone. "I want to hear about it because it turns me on," I whispered. "I want to know what you do with him, how you feel when you're with him. I want to hear about the encounters, the passion, the excitement. I think it will help spice up our sex life, and I think it could bring us closer together." 

Beth looked at me, incredulous. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "You want me to cheat on you, and then tell you about it, just to spice up our sex life?" 

I nodded, my eyes locked on hers. "Yes, that's exactly what I want. I know it's unconventional, but I think it could be good for us. And I'm willing to try it, if you are." 

Beth looked at me, unsure of what to say. She seemed to be weighing her options, trying to decide if she was willing to take this step with me. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but I also saw a spark of curiosity. She was considering it, and that gave me hope.

"Just think about it," I said. 

Beth nodded, a small smile on her face. "Okay," she said. "I’ll think about it." 

As we drove back to our house, the tension between us was palpable. The air was electric with excitement and anticipation. I could feel Beth's eyes on me, and I knew she was wondering what I had in mind. Beth finally broke the silence.

“You said you want me to tell you about it. What do you mean?”

I smiled, knowing that Beth was starting to consider my proposal. "What I mean is, I want you to tell me about your encounters with Justin." I said, my voice in a matter-of-fact tone. "I want to know everything, from the way he touches you to the way you feel when you're with him. I want to hear about the passion, the excitement, the thrill of it all." 

Beth looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You want me to give you details?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

 I nodded, not really looking at her since I was driving. "Yes, I want details. I want to know what it's like for you to be with him, to feel his hands on your skin, his lips on your body. I want to know what you like about him, what you don't like. I want to know everything." 

Beth took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion. “If I decide to do this," she said finally, "you have to promise me one thing." 

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that?" I asked. 

"You have to promise me that you'll still love me, no matter what I tell you. That you won't judge me or think less of me." 

I smiled, reaching out to take her hand. "I promise," I said. "I'll always love you, no matter what. And I'll never judge you. You're my wife, my partner, my best friend. I love you, and I want to explore this with you." 

Beth smiled back, a small smile on her face. "So," she said. "You want me to tell you everything. Like over dinner or what?"

Letting out a small chuckle. “I mean, it could be over dinner,” I said with a long pause, “But it would be better while we were fucking.”

Beth's eyes sparkled with amusement at my suggestion, and she let out a small laugh. "You're something else, you know that?" she said, shaking her head. 

I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. "I just want to experience this with you, in every way possible," I said, almost pleading. 

Beth looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "Okay," she said finally. "If you want to hear about it, I'll tell you. But let's start with how it began, okay?" 

I nodded, eager to hear her story. "Yes, please," I said. "I want to know everything." Beth took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "It started a few weeks ago," she said, her voice measured. "Justin would come over to work out, and I would sometimes watch him when I was doing laundry in the basement. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, how strong and confident he had become." 

As she spoke, I could see the memories playing out in her mind, and I felt a pang of excitement. I leaned back in my seat, eager to hear more. 

Beth’s mind wandered to that fateful day. 

She had a bad day and came home lonely with nobody to talk to. I was travelling, and the only relief tonight was coming from a bottle of wine and her vibrator. She had forgotten it was her nephew's night to train. She was half a bottle deep when Justin arrived. He stopped in the kitchen...