I awoke peacefully and relaxed. Good sex will do that for a man, and the sex Heather and I shared the night before was the best we’d had in years. The sight of Sarah and her boyfriend fucking in their backyard was one I don’t think either of us was ever going to forget.

And yet, it felt strange to think of sex with Heather as fucking. She’s my wife. Any other time, I would’ve thought of it as making love. But that isn’t what we were doing that time. I fucked her, passionately, but without feeling that shared bond, and I thought surely she felt the same way as I pounded her from behind while she gripped that windowsill with white-knuckle intensity. We weren’t thinking of each other because we were far too preoccupied with the young couple below us. What we did was feral and exciting, but it had nothing to do with the love we shared. It was all about the moment.

Honestly, that’s why it was so good.

These are the thoughts I had as I fell asleep that night, and still had when I woke the next morning. With my eyes open, I rolled over to find Heather still lying next to me. She was wide awake and still nude under the covers. I thought briefly of having her again, but there was something off. Her usual, serene expression was replaced by a look I couldn’t immediately decipher.

She wasn’t angry, exactly. If she were, she would’ve been dressed and out of bed instead of lying nude next to me. After seventeen years of marriage, I’d learned to read her well, and while I knew she wasn’t angry, she certainly wasn’t pleased with me either.

“Good morning, babe,” I murmured pleasantly, hoping to lift her mood before it managed to sink into a darker place. Rolling over, I attempted to kiss her, but she lifted her hand, wordlessly keeping me at bay.

It was like the temperature dropped forty degrees and I sensed her mood had moved past upset and was approaching irritation at breakneck speed. “Hey, what’s wrong,” I began, keeping my tone soft and measured in the hope of not sticking a needle into what was obviously an open wound.

“How long has this been going on, Jack?” She asked with the even detachment she might use if inquiring about the weather.

I knew then she was far past irritation. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was talking about Sarah, and something close to panic squeezed my heart. I had no idea how much she suspected, and with my mind still clouded with sleep, I had no hope of escaping this with some weak-ass evasion.

So, I did what all men would do in that situation. Play stupid, and hope she bought it. Fortunately, in that moment, stupid was easy and the only thing I could think to say was the same thing I said a second before. “What? What are…”

“Your tan, Jack.” She snipped at me, cutting me off and probably saving me from myself.

“In all the years we’ve been married, you’ve never tanned your whole body. You might be tanned on your chest and back, but you’ve always had tan lines where your trunks covered you up. But not now. Now, you are tanned over your entire body, even on your cock.”

Pulling the sheets aside, she guided me onto my back and drew a line with her finger from my waist into the dark thatch of my pubic hair. “I thought it was sexy, but it’s also been hard for me to understand why that would be, especially since your tan only covers your front. Your ass is still as white as it ever was.”

Heather sat up, making no attempt to cover herself, nor did she move her touch from the base of my cock. “I’ve been curious about that for days, but I couldn’t grasp why you’d be tanned like that. Not until last night.”

“You know, I lay here for quite a while, last night, wondering about your tan lines and thinking about that little slut next door, and then it hit me. That wasn’t the first time you stood in that window, jacking off. And the only reason you’d be doing that is if you were watching Sarah down by her pool. So, I want to know, Jack, how long has this been going on?”

Her finger was still idly playing around the base of my cock, and neither her tone nor her expression betrayed the darkening rage I sensed was lurking beneath it. She was waiting, I was sure, just daring me to lie about it.

Frankly, I was terrified. My heart was pounding like a wild beast as she teased my cock, getting me rock-hard in a way that suggested she was considering cutting it off. They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I was in danger of learning just how true that was.

“Heather, please,” I began, but she shushed me by moving that playful finger to my lips.

“Don’t do that, Jack. Don’t try to lie to me. Not now. I’m being nice right now. You have one chance to be honest. Don’t. Blow. It” Then she smiled in the way that might make a serial killer proud and started stroking me again.

“Take a minute, Jack. Let me show you how nice I’m being while you think this through. Be honest with me. How long have you been doing this?”

I’m fucked now, I thought as her hand returned to my cock, stroking me gently; but there was nothing quite so gentle in her eyes. It was fucking bizarre, but I quickly realized there was no point in trying to lie about it now.

“About a month and a half,” I finally admitted. “She sunbathes nude in the afternoon and, well, like you said, I’ve been watching.”

Her hand stilled on my cock. “Watching and jacking off in the window with sun on you for so long you got a cock tan…”

Heather released me and sat up, drawing the sheet up and over her boobs. “Are you fucking her, Jack? Because she had to have seen you up here and the only reason she wouldn’t have freaked out is because…” her voice trailed off as the belief I’d slept with Sarah took hold.

“It was because she wanted me to watch,” I finally cut in. “We are not having sex. It’s just us watching each other.”

Heather's eyebrows shot up at that, and a quick flash of amusement flashed in her eyes. “Watching each other do what, masturbate?”

All I could do was nod and Heather actually laughed.

“You’re telling me that you and she have been playing with yourselves while you were up here in the house? You fucking dog! I hope you weren’t stupid enough to take pictures of her. She’s not eighteen yet, you know.”

“No, of course not. I-“

“Let me see your phone.”

“What? Why? Heather!”

Before I could finish, she leaned over me, grabbing for my phone. This was all happening in a blur, and I couldn’t keep up. One minute, she’d been nude under her sheet, and the next, she was crushing her large breasts into my chest as she took the phone from my nightstand. A second later, Heather was back beside me, flipping through my pictures before I could catch up.

After a few moments of her flipping through the few pictures I had, she lowered her hands into her lap.

“See? I didn’t take any pictures.”

“Un hunh, okay. And you say you never fucked her?”

“Of course not!”

“All right. I believe you. What about sexting? You too have been playing with yourselves, so let’s see if it’s just from your window.” Heather was already digging into my texts, and I could do nothing about it but lie there as she found Sarah’s messages.

Heather scrolled to the top and paused as she read the first message Sarah sent me. I expected her to explode, but instead she just shook her head and laughed.

“Hi, Mr. Darcey”, she read from the text, exaggerating Sarah’s youthful timbre.  “I’ve loved watching you cum for me all summer. But would you mind staying by the window when you stroke? I can barely see you back in the shadows and I’m dying to see your cum shoot from that big ol’ cock.

Xoxo Sarah”

Heather was biting her lip through a smile as she perused her way through the chain of texts. Sarah had forbidden me from texting back, and most were her just telling me she loved what we were doing or letting me know she was at the pool. It wasn’t until the last one that her eyes narrowed. “You knew she was going to have sex last night. You lied to me.”

I was caught, dead to rights, and I knew it. I was in the middle of a fumbled apology when she interrupted as if I wasn’t speaking at all.

“You really don’t know, do you? No, of course you don’t, because you were only thinking with this.” Heather leaned close and put her hand back on my cock, squeezing me tightly and stroking it as I swelled in her hand.

“Jack, women don’t show men their boobs by accident.” She said sweetly, leaning over and taking me in her mouth. My emotions were scrambled, but the warm wetness engulfing my erection couldn’t be denied. My fear was dispelled and relief washed over me as I felt the first stirring of orgasm approach.

Heather lifted her mouth away from me, still stroking my glistening shaft. “She knew you were home, Jack. Your car was in the driveway, and then she went topless in her yard right below your window? She wanted you to notice. That was her plan, all along. And you, you big, stupid man, never had a chance.”

Heather leaned in, kissing me deeply while stroking my cock with increasing speed and pressure. Through the haze of arousal creeping into my head, I thought about what she said.

She was right, of course. Sarah had to know I was home, yet she lay out, topless anyway, right where I couldn’t miss her. And I remembered videos of young women on one of those slingshot tower rides. They were always sexy as the G-forces made their boobs rise as if they would escape from their tops.

But even then, in the most intense part of the ride, they always made sure their girls stayed where they belonged. I always found their dedication to modesty to be impressive. Was it possible Sarah was that far ahead of me the whole time?

My mind was whirling, and my cock was ready to explode when Heather removed her hand. I was speechless, watching helplessly as she slipped on her robe and headed for the bath.

“I don’t blame you, Jack,” she said without turning around. “She’s a hot little thing, and I doubt most guys could resist her. But I’m still hurt. So, you can finish yourself off or enjoy your blue balls. I’m taking a shower.”

And, with that, she closed the door behind her.

oo0oo

Over the next few days, Hearher was calm, going through her daily routine as if she wasn’t holding a grudge. But underneath it all ran the icy current of the silent treatment that women are so frustratingly good at. I tried to address it a few times, but she always put me off, telling me with distinct disinterest that she was just fine.

Yup, I’d fucked up royally.

As for Sarah, the next couple of days found her out by the pool, but I stayed away. Heather hadn’t forbade me, exactly, but I knew getting caught again would lead to something far worse than silence. By midweek, the weather changed and the cooler, cloudy skies I’d been dreading all summer came early, bringing an end to Sarah’s outdoor escapades. I was relieved by that, but her absence left me alone as I tried to put my life back together.

It was Friday when everything changed with Heather. To my surprise, she was home when I arrived at three, which was odd as she usually got home much later. Seeing her car in the drive gave me a nervous chill as I had no idea what to expect when I came in. That chill became shock when Heather greeted me with the first kiss she had given me all week.

“Welcome home, babe,” she said with her happy chirp. “Since I got off early today, I made dinner for a change. It’s only meatloaf, but it’ll be ready in a jiff.”

The meal was fine and afterward she shocked me again by suggesting we make love. Hell, I certainly wasn’t going to question that, but I kept thinking how coldly she’d already used sex to punish me and that thought refused to go away.

But, as fall deepened, I became lulled into believing the situation was behind us. Further, I’d spoken with Sarah, and while she admitted to being incredibly turned on the night she and her boyfriend fucked in her yard, she made no mention of my disappearance from the window, nor about Heather being aware of any of it. That was another relief. Until then, I was having a recurring nightmare of Heather laying into her in front of her parents. I was finally at a point where I could breathe again.

For those few months, things were great. Better than great, in fact. Our sex life was invigorated, rivaling our first years together as a couple. Outside of bed, Heather seemed to have forgotten all about Sarah. I was dying to ask her about it, but as good as things were going, I dared not risk questioning why.

That, as it turned out, would be revealed in time.

oo0oo

It was December when the question of whether or not Heather had truly forgiven me was answered. There were signs, of course, but none of them made sense at the time. Heather started buying new lingerie, all of which reminded me of how well she’d maintained her looks. Even at thirty-eight, age hadn’t affected her beauty.

Her pale, milky-white skin still carried the lustrous glow she possessed ten years before, and her large, cone-shaped breasts, with those glorious, upturned nipples were every bit as firm as they ever were. She might have filled out a bit, but the added weight only gave her a softer feel, enhancing her natural, God-given curves. She could still get me hard in jeans as easily as she did in her bikini. I was eager to get her into bed with her body displayed in those sexy undergarments, but she insisted on saving them for something special.

Something special? What the hell did that mean? Still, I let it go. We were happy, or I at least thought we were, but that morning, when she got me ready to pop, only to leave me high and dry with a raging hard-on, stuck in my mind like a waving red flag.

And that flag ran straight up the flagpole when she abruptly quit her job in mid-November.

Heather claimed it was due to an argument she had with her boss, but the whole thing sounded contrived. I knew something was up, but for all the world, she seemed completely happy in our marriage, casually waving off any attempt I made to question why she had changed so abruptly.

There had to be something going on, I thought, and that damn red flag kept waving in my mind. Why had she quit? We didn’t need the income, but the money she made was hers. There was no reason for it, unless she was planning to leave me and our home behind. So it was that in the last week of December, the other shoe finally dropped.

Every time I arrived home in those days, my doubts crept onto my shoulder, waving that damned red flag like a fucking lunatic. I was never sure what to expect, but every day, I’d come home to the delicious aroma of a freshly cooked meal. And that made me feel worse for doubting her.

We were still having terrific sex. Heather had been in heat for months, and only became more insatiable since her voluntarily unemployed. Something had lit her fire, and I was damned sure it wasn’t me.

But that day, there was no aroma, no dinner, no sign she’d been in the house all day. The house felt empty somehow, almost vacant to me. There was something off, I could feel it in my bones. Still, I knew she was home, her car was still there. My stomach was clenching as I flew upstairs, straight to our bedroom, dreading I would find it empty, or worse, I’d find her packing her bags.

But, she was there, sitting naked on the bed, with her back against the headboard, and looking for all the world like she’d just had her brains fucked out. Her black hair was mussed, and the sheets were a wreck, but it was that smoky, lustful look in her eyes that left me no doubt.

Worse still, muffled sounds were coming from the bath, meaning whoever the hell she was fucking with was still in the house. A million thoughts were running through my head, and none of them good. I glared at Heather but she just sat there, smiling mischievously. She was about to say something when the bathroom door swung open.

My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of adrenaline flooded my mind as a cloud of steam rolled out of the bath. I was ready to kill the guy, whoever he was, when Sarah stepped out with only a white bath towel wrapped around her svelte, little body. “Okay, your turn, Heather,” she began, stopping abruptly when she realized I was in the room.

“Oh, um.. hi, Jack.” Sarah’s voice trailed off, and her face turned bright red as she stood unmoving, as if frozen to the carpet. “I, ah, I didn’t realize you were here yet.”

“Well, that’s awkward,” Heather replied, her voice dripping irony and with a great deal of amusement.   

“Sarah? What? Heather, what the hell is going on here?” I was dumbfounded. After months of being riddled by guilt, the guilt of betraying Heather, and for desiring a seventeen-year-old teen, it was my wife who ended up fucking her? I had no idea either of them was into women and I couldn’t fucking believe it. I was overwhelmed by rage and jealousy, and stood there powerless and frustrated and doing my damnedest not to explode.

“Now, I know what you're thinking, Jack, calm down,” Heather said with honest amusement. “Let me explain, and trust me. You’re going to love this. Come and sit down. We have a lot to talk about.” Heather patted the bed next to her, smiling like a cat who just ate an entire fucking cage of canaries.

“Where were you two fucking?” I growled, ignoring her and asking a question that was obviously already answered.

Heather, who still made no effort to cover herself, came to me, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. Placing my hand on her bare thigh, she sighed. “No, well, yes, we did have sex,” adding to Sarah, “and it was fantastic, wasn’t it, dear?”

Sarah smiled shyly, quickly nodding ‘yes’ as she came and sat on the other side of me.

Heather leaned close, sliding her arms around my neck. “Don’t be jealous, Jack. We will explain it all, I promise. But first, why don’t you give Sarah a nice birthday kiss? Like this.”

Heather kissed me, deeply, with as much passion as she ever had. When we slowly parted, she smiled, dropping her next bomb on me. “She turned eighteen today, and now she can do anything she wants. And yes, we already did.”

I was in utter shock, trying to wrap my head around all of this when Heather urged me toward Sarah. “Go ahead, dummy. Kiss her. It’s okay.”

It was surreal, and even as I moved toward the teen, I hesitated, not quite believing this was real. But when she embraced me, kissing me as deeply as Heather had, everything became clear.

“Wow,” I quietly said. “That was nice”

Sarah, who was still holding me, smiled. “Yes, it was, she whispered, adding more loudly, “He’s a really good kisser, Heather. I think I’m jealous.”

The mood had shifted from tension to relaxed excitement and when I put my hand back on Heather's thigh, she covered it with hers.

“Okay, you were right,” I told her. “I’m happy. Now, would either of you mind telling me how the hell all this happened?”

Sarah’s face reddened again, a blush I learned marked her embarrassment but also meant she was becoming aroused.

“Okay,” she began. “Like, a year ago, I started reading these stories, you know the dirty kind? I liked them all, but I found the ones where women had sex in public, or in front of strangers, to be really exciting. I kept picturing myself in them and it made me so hot I couldn’t stand it.”

“So, when I knew you were home, I couldn’t resist teasing you. Just a little flash at first, but when you pulled out your cock, oh, my God. It was just like what I’d been dreaming about. And, like, you are super handsome, right, Heather?”

Heather nodded, smiling at her. “I’ve always thought so.”

“Right, so it kind of just spiraled from there.” Sarah shrugged, as if helpless to her desires.

“Okay. And it was great. I loved watching.” I admitted. “But what happened between you two?”

Heather cut in at that point. “I was upset about it all and it kept eating at me. After a few days of that, I had to say something. So, Sarah and I had a long talk, and she told me what she just told you. But, there was more. She had an idea, and I’m telling you, it’s brilliant. She’s a sharp girl.”

“And that was?” I asked, now impatient for them to get to the point.

“OnlyFans,” Sarah announced. “There are girls there making bank on videos.”

Now, that was a shock, but it made sense that a beautiful, young, sexually adventurous woman like Sarah might be interested in that. “So, how much is ‘bank,’” I asked skeptically, not sure at all what that had to do with either Heather or me.

“I looked it up, Jack,” Heather replied. “Most girls don’t make much at all, but a young woman with her looks, who's willing to be as adventurous as she is, could make much more than we did in our jobs. All she needs is to be seen. There are a few girls on TikTok who dance and look sexy. They don’t make much from that. But, if the girls are attractive and flirty, their videos get shared all over. Pretty soon, guys from all over the world are subscribing to their OnlyFans, just to see if they do more than dance.”

“Well, that’s great for her, but it doesn’t explain why you too decided to have sex.”

“You’re right, but here is the fun part. She can’t do it alone. Not and make any real money at it anyway. And that is where we come in.” Heather gave me a knowing look, as if waiting for me to get the hint. When I hesitated, Sarah laid it out for me.

“I could do solo shows, basically what I was doing with you, but that’s not a lot of content. I wanted my boyfriend to do shows with me but he, well, he said some really mean things and broke up with me.”

“He’s a Neanderthal, Sarah,” Heather consoled. “You’re better off without him. And, Jack, that’s where I got involved. I thought the idea was amazing, so I suggested she do them with me. An older/younger girl-girl show would certainly get attention. And, well you know first hand how turned on all of this has made me.”

And that explained why she’d been so hot lately. Obviously, they had been planning this for a while. “But you both had to wait until she became a legal adult?”

“Exactly,” Heather responded.

“So where does that leave me?”

“You shoot videos for your work, right?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, but they are just industrial training and safety shorts.”

“But you do have a 4k camera and tripod, and you know how to edit and make little special effects? That’s so much better than trying to film us on a phone.”

Well, shit, she’s right, I realized. “I’m impressed. You two have thought this through.” It was a great idea, but I remembered Sarah telling me in no uncertain terms that she would never have sex with me. That meant I’d be stuck running the camera while Heather got to fuck this little minx. Somehow that didn’t seem at all fair.

“So, I’m to be the cameraman while you two fuck?”

“Of course not, Jack,” Heather added. We need a nice, hard dick to play with, and we both love that ‘big ol’ cock’ of yours, just like Sarah told you.”

“I’m changing my rules, silly,” Sarah added seductively. “And you need to teach us how to use your camera because we are both going to need your big ol’ cock.”

Sarah rose from the bed and moved in front of me. “And I need it right now.” Loosening the towel covering her body she let it drop to the floor.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I looked over at Heather, fearing she was going to freak. But she was still wearing that mischievous smile, watching intently as Sarah unbuckled my belt.

“She wants you, Jack,” she said as Sarah unbuttoned my pants. “And you’ve earned it. Go ahead, give her your cock. We are all going to have so much fun with this.”

I had never imagined Heather saying such things. She was showing an incredible amount of trust in us, and my love for her in that moment was overwhelming.

I’d been riding a rollercoaster from hell for weeks, and now it was pulling into the station. Sarah removed my shoes and I stood so she could lower my pants. When she pulled down my boxers, my cock stood up, hard, and bobbing in front of her.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to see this thing up close.” She murmured. Reaching out, she put a tentative hand on me, stroking me as if savoring my hardness.

Heather was leaning back on the bed, fingering her clit with her gaze fixed on us. The scene was so improbable I almost lost it, but a question that was tickling at my mind suddenly came bursting out.

“How long have you two been having sex?”

It might have been the wrong time to ask, but Sarah just gazed up at me.

“Now, Jack. I was jailbait until today, so, even if we did, I couldn’t tell you.” And with that teasing little quip, she slipped her mouth over my cock.

In a way, I got my answer, and with her mouth on me, I no longer cared. She was hesitant at first, sucking on my head as her saliva wetted my shaft. She was going slowly, teasing me until the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth rose in my chest. My hips began thrusting toward her, matching her rhythm, and encouraging her to take more.

Sarah understood, taking me deeper and sucking me faster until I was straining not to cum. That’s when Heather appeared at my side, her hand squeezing my ass and her breath hot on my neck.

“Don’t cum yet,” she said, her voice husky, thick and full of arousal. “I want to see you fuck her now.”

Sarah pulled off my cock and squeezed it hard. “Good. I haven’t had a guy inside me for weeks.”

I was shocked to the bone. I’d never seen either of them act like this, and I knew right then we were all going to make a fortune.

Heather was leading Sarah to the bed, reclining against the headboard with Sarah’s head in her lap. Sarah lay on her back between Heather's thighs, waiting for me to slide over her.

I’d never been so ready in my life, and all I wanted to do was get my cock inside that little minx before I blew my load. Fortunately, Sarah took me in her hands, guiding me into her wetness while Heather leaned forward and kissed me with enough passion to take my breath away.

I would never admit it, but Sarah was much tighter than Heather, and I groaned as her pussy gripped me like a slick, satin glove. Soon, she was holding my ass, pulling me into her as if she were desperate for a good, hard fuck. I slammed it into her, hard, for as long as I could. I wanted this to last but my balls soon had other ideas.

Heather knew my body well, and just before I exploded, she told me to pull out. “Don’t pop inside her this time. I want to see your cum squirting out all over her.”

Jesus, where did she get that mouth from, I wondered as my orgasm became unstoppable. With a loud grunt, I pulled out of Sarah, repeatedly stroking myself until long, hot streams of cum splashed all over her belly and tits. I felt like I had come forever, and my load seemed to glow on her flat, deeply tanned belly.

Heather grabbed her phone, taking picture after picture of Sarah as she played her fingers through my cum.

Those were the first erotic shots we uploaded to her page. As Sarah had the idea, and would likely be the starring slut in the videos, we named it, Sexy Sarah.

A lot of incredible experiences came from that site, but those are stories for another day.