The following week passed uneventfully. Perhaps the only novelty was that I was more excited than usual. In the previous weeks, I knew that, on Friday, I would have the chance to make love to Mary and release my pent-up desire. However, knowing that the following weekend I wouldn't be able to have that chance made me want it even more. Also, I suddenly realised that Matthew had said he would be away for two weeks, but it was actually two FULL weeks, including the weekend, so that meant that we wouldn't see each other for THREE weekends, meaning I would spend almost three weeks without an orgasm and locked in the cock cage.

To make my condition worse, every day I helped Mary by cleaning the piercings. Every day I had in front of me her beautiful nipples, now even more exciting with the rings, and her clitoris. Twice every day, I had to watch them carefully, wash them, and clean them. It was like a perverse provocation, a 'look at me but don't touch me' situation.

And on top of that, every now and then, the thought that came to me the first time would come back: Is that M for Matthew? Is he doing it so that every time I look at her breasts or her sex, I think they are his? Is it a way of reminding me that he enjoys them every week before I do?

Although I tried to dismiss these ideas, I couldn't stop them from adding to my excitement. It was a kind of envy that someone else had more access and more rights than me over my own wife's desirable body, which added fuel to my burning desire to be with her.

Gradually, the piercings stopped giving discomfort and were fully healed. In bed, I could now hold my wife in my arms and lay my hands on her soft chest as we fell asleep and cuddled together, without fear of hurting her. Mary, out of solidarity with me and a little partly because of the clitoral and nipple discomfort as well, decided that she would abstain from sex and orgasms for the two weeks.

During the two weeks, we continued a quiet life, enjoying each other's company, going for walks, and reading together. We took the opportunity to see more of our family and friends, which we had somewhat neglected since our search for 'new emotions' began.

On Thursday of the second week, our boss checked with Mary about our publishing house's participation in the fair, making sure that everything she had requested on her first trip to prepare for the fair was ready.

She had to travel that Thursday to spend Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at our company's stand, receiving potential customers, answering inquiries, and making contacts. The company sent a van with copies of our editions and advertising and publicity material. Mary would be in charge of displaying it on the stand.

Just as Mary was packing her bags for the trip, a message arrived from Matthew via the dating app. Apparently, he had seen posters advertising the fair and remembered Mary's trip, during which she met Thomas, the captain of the swim team. Matthew wanted to know if Mary was going to the fair. When she said yes, Matthew asked if they could get together.

Mary asked, "What do you think, Charley? Would it be okay if I met him? Couldn't you fly out on Friday after work and meet me? We could spend the weekend the two of us together."

"No," I replied. "The boss wants the whole sales team to meet on Friday and Saturday to plan a new campaign and look at expansion possibilities, taking advantage of the contacts and customers you can get at the show. When we finish on Saturday night, there will be no flights. And travelling on Sunday would no longer be worth it.".

"What a pity! I wish you had come. Well, I'll tell Matthew I won't be joining him."

"I feel bad that you can't have your night of enjoyment because I can't go. Especially after you've given up your orgasms for me these past two weeks. If you want, meet him when you both can, although I guess you're both busy. Him with the competition and you with the fair."

"You're fantastic, Charley. I couldn't ask for a better husband," Mary said, hugging and kissing me. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"No. I really don't. I want you to enjoy yourself. The truth is, when I see you cumming, it's a real turn-on. These past few weeks have been kind of exciting. I can sometimes feel desperate to have an orgasm, but when I finally have one with you, it's so fantastic that I forget all about it and think it was worth it."

"I'm enjoying the experience too. Although I've already fulfilled the fantasy of having sex with another man, our encounters with Matthew are making us do more daring things and adding to the excitement we've been looking for."

"But if you do eventually meet up with him, you know I'd rather see what's going on than think about what might be going on. Not only is it exciting to watch, but I don't have to worry about anything happening to you. Call me for a video conference or record the encounter."

"Yeah, sure, Charley."

Mary replied to Matthew that yes, they could meet up sometime and continued packing.

I went to get the car to take her to the airport, and a few minutes later she came out of the house with her suitcase and laptop backpack.

I drove her to the airport, and after dropping her off, I thought about what a lonely weekend awaited me, although the sales meeting organised by the head of our department would keep me busy. I also thought about whether Mary would eventually meet Matthew and what they would do if they did. Mary's piercings were fully healed, so they could have sex, unlike me, I thought.

Mary sent me a message to confirm that she had landed and was at the hotel. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, she sent me a message before she went to bed, wishing me goodnight and sending me a kiss.

I figured she was very busy and tired, so I didn't call her. I just answered her messages and sent her a few more during the day, cheering her up and wishing her well at the fair.

On Friday and Saturday, work kept me busy, but in the evenings, I thought about what Mary might be doing. She hadn't video-conferenced me as I asked, so I assumed she hadn't met with Matthew. But maybe they had met while I was at work and hadn't been able to call me. Had Matthew fucked Mary? The thought of a cock entering Mary's vagina and imagining the pleasure I felt as my cock penetrated Mary—the wetness, the softness, the caress of her vaginal walls wrapped around my cock—made me extremely aroused. I found my cock trying to get erect but was overcome by the cruel hardness of the cock cage bars, which bent my cock down and pulled on my testicles. The pain made the erection subside slightly, but as soon as it did, my imagination flew, and I thought of my hands caressing Mary's breasts, licking her nipples, and my tongue fiddling with her new piercings. Both nights, I struggled to get to sleep, but finally, exhausted, I fell asleep.

Sunday was worse, as I didn't have to work, and noticing the empty house inevitably made my thoughts turn to Mary and her warm body, which I was missing in the nights. I kept telling myself that she was working, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe in the evening she had met up with Matthew and they had fucked. This again unleashed an excitement and desperation that neither reading, nor television, nor walking, nor listening to music could distract.

On Monday, she had to check on the dismantling of the stand, so she wasn't back until the afternoon. I went to pick her up at the airport after work.

 As soon as I saw her appear through the 'domestic arrivals' door, I went to her and gave her a big hug and a very long kiss.

 When we parted, I said, "How are you doing? I guess you're pretty tired."

"Yes, I'm exhausted. Let's go home."

"Did you meet with Matthew?"

"Yeah... I'll tell you at home," he said in a strange tone.

"You didn't call me after all."

"No. I'll explain. But I have a recording."

During the trip, impatience gnawed at me. What had they done?

 When we got home, as soon as we dropped off the luggage and sat down on the living room couch, I asked her, "Tell me what happened."

Mary began to tell me about her weekend: "Friday, I was very busy working at the fair. When I stopped for lunch, I suddenly thought that if Matthew had seen the advertisement for the fair, he might come to the fair, discover my real identity, and even say or do something inconvenient in front of a client. But then I remembered that the fair was for professionals only and that he wouldn't be allowed in. While perhaps it was okay to tell Matthew who we really were, I preferred to keep this more 'dirty' part of our lives completely separate.

"When I arrived at my hotel in the evening, I got a message from Matthew asking if I could drop by his hotel. Although I was pretty tired, I thought maybe doing something relaxing would be nice. As there was a possibility of meeting Matthew, I brought washable hair dye and contact lenses to change the colour of my eyes. So I dyed my hair, put in my contacts, put on a dress, and went to his hotel, which was relatively close to mine.

"I went up to his room, which was on a very high floor, one of the top floors. As I entered, he greeted me and invited me in. The room offered a magnificent view of the city. It had a balcony on one side and, next to the bed, a floor-to-ceiling window. I leaned against it to look out, and then he came up behind me, put his arms around me, and said, 'Can you imagine fucking leaning against this window, looking out at this view, with the morbid feeling that someone might see us?

"I said, 'I wouldn't be caught dead doing it. Someone might see us from across the street. And I don't even want to think if it was someone from the fair who recognised me the next day.'

"Matthew insisted, 'We're too high up; no one would recognise us, Molly. I dare you!'

" 'No,' I replied.

"Then he said, 'What do you want to bet I get you to ask me to fuck you in front of that window on Sunday night, or even earlier?'

" 'That you'd lose the bet,' I replied.

" 'Then it doesn't hurt to try, does it?' he said.

"I got carried away with my self-confidence and that competitive or self-improvement spirit I sometimes have, and I said, 'OK. But what exactly are we betting on?

"He said, 'Well, I guess just sex. If I get it, I'll fuck you however I want, and as many times as I want, if you get it, I'll make you cum however you want, and I won't cum. Until Sunday, neither of us can cum or orgasm in any way, so whoever does so loses. And you must obey me in everything I ask of you.'

" 'Okay. If we're not going to have sex, then we're not doing a video conference today with Buck, are we?'

" 'Sunday night we can record whatever happens. Now let's get naked,' Matthew said starting to undress.

"I got undressed too, and we lay down on the bed. He knelt down and started stroking my shoulders. He moved down to my breasts, which he began to knead and fondle, one hand on each, more and more intensely. As my piercings had been healing, my breasts hadn't really felt a purely sexual touch in the last two weeks, and the sensation was delicious. After all the play over the last few weeks and the intense sessions on Fridays, I missed it so much.

"Feeling those strong, masculine hands caressing me and digging their fingers into the spheres of my breasts started to turn me on. I could feel him enjoying the touch, and his cock quickly became erect. After a while of fondling my breasts, he moved his mouth to one of them and started sucking on the nipple.

"At that moment, I couldn't help but let out a moan. He kept rubbing my breasts while his mouth sucked and licked my nipple. His tongue started to play with the ring on my nipple, causing a very intense sensation on my already extremely sensitive button. After a while, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, which was already very hard and erect, aroused by the treatment his twin had received. Again, he attacked this new target, sucking and playing with his tongue.

"I couldn't help but notice that my vagina was already very wet and that I had become very aroused. I tried to keep my eyes open and not get carried away by the sensations and pleasure, but it was difficult. After the two weeks without sex and after feeling those areas of my body in discomfort for a while, suddenly receiving a wave of pleasure in those same spots was too intense a contrast.

“Without realising it, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the pleasure that invaded me. The bet, which I thought was ridiculous and that I would win without any difficulty, might not turn out to be as simple as I had naively assumed. I was more sensitive and aroused than I thought I was.

"After a while, Matthew left my breasts and ran his hands all over my body, stopping especially at my hips and inner thighs. I expected him to caress the lips of my vagina, but he almost brushed past them, as if avoiding them, making me crave the contact more. He lightly caressed my clitoris, causing me to shudder, and grabbing the ring across it, he twisted and twisted it a little, giving me intense sensations again.

"After teasing me a little in that area, making me crave the caresses, he continued down my legs. When he reached my feet, he asked me to lie on my stomach. When I did, he began to massage me, moving up until he stopped at my ass. There, he began to rub and caress my buttocks with great intensity. The movement of his strong fingers sinking into my buttocks was transmitted to my vagina, increasing my excitement. After enjoying massaging my ass for a while, he continued upwards, running his hands over my back and down to my shoulders. His hands had a double effect: on the one hand, his massage relaxed my muscles and eliminated the tiredness of the whole day, causing a pleasant feeling of well-being; but on the other hand, his hands excited me more and more, touching the right spots but leaving me wanting more.

"Then he lay down on top of me, his strong legs pressed to the sides of mine, his muscular torso on my back, his arms holding my shoulders. He began to move his pelvis, and I felt his thick cock moving between the slit of my buttocks. That dominating, masculine presence above me, with the degree of arousal I had reached, made my vagina begin to lubricate uncontrollably. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, 'Wouldn't you like to have this cock inside you? Would you like to cum while I fuck you? I'm sure you can't wait to feel yourself being penetrated and cum like a bitch in heat; don't deny it.'

"Hearing those insinuating words, I was about to answer yes, but I restrained myself. I wasn't going to give up. After a while, he got up, I think because he too was too excited and didn't want to cum. He said, 'Well, we've had enough for tonight. Now I'm going to give you a present I found while going through a cupboard to pack. They are Ben Wa balls from a girlfriend I had. I want you to wear them ALL the time until Sunday. Remember, you can't cheat.

"When I heard that, I thought I wasn't so sure I was going to win the bet. He gave me the balls, which were attached by a string so they could be easily removed. They were the kind with a little ball inside that moved with the movement of the body, oscillating and pushing the big balls against the walls of the vagina. As I was soaking wet, I slipped them easily into my vagina. I got dressed and went to the hotel to rest. The walk was torture for me. Every step made me feel a little caress inside my vagina. I had to control myself not to have an orgasm in the middle of the street.

"When I managed to get to the hotel room, I took a cold shower, which calmed me down. I went to bed, and thanks to the accumulated tiredness, I fell asleep in a short time. When I woke up on Saturday, I noticed that my vagina was slightly moist. It was probably due to the effect of the balls massaging the walls of my vagina every time I turned or moved in bed.

"I took another cold shower, got dressed, and put on a pad in case my vagina released too much fluid during the day. Fortunately, I was going to the fairgrounds by taxi, so I didn't have to walk. However, the taxi driver was a very rough driver and accelerated and braked frequently, which made the balls inside me jiggle more than I would have liked.

"At the stand, as the day went on, it got worse and worse. I had to move to get close to customers, bend down to pick up books or materials, sit down,... All the movements made the Ben Wa balls move inside my vagina and turned me on. I tried to keep still, but it was impossible. I came close to having an orgasm at least once, but I held on to the counter, rubbed an ice cube over my face and neck, and controlled it. My vagina was so wet, and I was releasing so much fluid that I feared it would come through the pad. However, when the evening came and I gathered up the stand, it felt like a triumph. I had gone without an orgasm. I went back to the hotel, showered with cold water, changed, and, transformed into Molly, headed for Matthew's hotel as I had agreed the night before.

"There, Matthew gave me a massage that was just as erotic and exciting, if not more so, than the previous day. I think they teach them to give massages to the swim team, to relax the muscles before or after a competition, and to avoid injuries. He gives fantastic massages, which, if it had only been in the relaxing aspect, would have taken away all the tiredness of the day. But when he included the sensual touches and caresses, it really turned me on. I had been aroused the first time, but this second time, after having Ben Wa balls in my vagina all day, I was 'going through the roof'. Again, he repeated the same actions as the previous day. When he lay down on top of me, I was sweating, my vagina was dripping, and I could hardly think. My hands went without thinking to my vagina, and I tried to caress my clitoris several times, not to masturbate, or at least I don't think so, but to put a finger on it to calm a kind of internal itch, like when we touch a mosquito bite to try to soothe the itch. But he stopped my hands and said, 'Don't be naughty. If you want to calm down, I've got my cock here. Do you want me to fuck you now?'

 "Almost without thinking and swept up in my excitement, I mumbled, 'Yeeessss,' but I immediately reacted and said, 'No!' Staying on top of me, Matthew slid his hands down the sides of my body, mixing caresses with intense pressure from his strong hands. At the same time, he nibbled on the lobe of my ear and ran his tongue slowly over the entire pavilion of my ear. I felt like I was melting, and my whole body was a hypersensitive sexual organ. Without me being aware, my body began to move, my hips moving up and down to rub against the erect cock that Matthew rested between my buttocks. We went on like that for a while, but I managed to maintain a minimal amount of control, and finally, Matthew seemed to accept that I wouldn't give up and got up. I felt very proud that I had resisted, even if only just barely. It was a small victory for my brain over my body.

"I got dressed and left for the hotel. Although it was only a short distance, to get back to my hotel, I took a taxi, as I had done to go to Matthew's. I didn't want to have to deal with the balls moving around inside me. Charley, you might be wondering why I didn't cheat, let myself go, have an orgasm, and then lie to Matthew. I think that winning by cheating would have been more humiliating for me than losing. For me, it's not about winning in any way but about strength of spirit and self-control. Back in my room, I took a cold shower to calm down and get some sleep.

 "Sunday I woke up more aroused than Saturday, with my vagina soaking wet after the whole night, Ben Wa balls continuously arousing me, and one erotic dream after another. A cold shower helped me wake up and lower my arousal. Like the night, the day at the stand was also worse than the day before. I managed to do my job, but at the cost of an effort of self-control that left me exhausted. Erotic images came to mind, and on some occasions I kept looking at a very attractive man who was passing by the fair and thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. When the closing bell rang, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had gotten through another day of torture. All that was left was a visit to Matthew. I went to the hotel, showered again with cold water, which was becoming a habit this weekend, turned into Molly, and headed, by taxi, to his hotel.

 "When I arrived, he greeted me with a smile on his face. I said, 'Looks like you're going to lose your bet,' and he said, 'The night's not over. Get undressed.' Like the previous ones, I undressed and lay on my back on the bed. He undressed too and knelt on the bed. I prepared to resist his massage and his stimulating hands, thinking that I had less time left to achieve victory. And then he pulled out an 'atomic bomb' from the bedside table drawer, a decisive weapon to end 'the war'. I saw him take out a bottle of massage gel. He opened it, squirted it on my breasts, and then began to spread it very gently. The gel had an intense aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg that was intoxicating. As Matthew began to run his hands over my slick breasts, massaging and spreading the gel, I almost had an orgasm. His hands slid and kneaded my breasts intensely but gently at the same time, stimulating every inch of my skin. Occasionally, he would grab my nipples and pull them very slowly until they, very hard, erect, and slippery from the gel, slipped and made my breasts fall and bounce on my torso.

 "He then went on to spread the gel again and massaged my shoulders and arms, rubbing the inside of my arms and my armpit, leaving no area untouched. He repeated the operation on my legs, ignoring my belly and crotch, where I was already desperately wanting him to fondle me. When he finally started rubbing between my thighs, I opened my legs and closed my eyes. My vagina was again so soaked and open that I thought Ben Wa balls would roll out of me as I parted my legs.

“Matthew ran his slippery fingers around my labia many times, deliberately ignoring my clitoris and teasing me to the point of desperation. When he finally slid one finger gently between my labia, from the opening of my vagina to my clitoris, and lingered over it, stroking it in circles, I almost orgasmed. I mumbled, 'Please... Please...' and he replied with a wry smile, 'Please what?' I didn't know what to say. I felt I couldn't hold on any longer without cumming, the last remnants of my stamina slipping through my fingers.

 "In a broken voice, I told him, 'Please.... I need to come... Please... I can't take any more...' He replied, 'Do you want me to fuck you?  I, already giving up any resistance, replied, 'Yes.' Very satisfied, he said, 'You'll have to say, 'Please fuck me, Matthew'. ' I desperately pleaded, 'Please fuck me, Matthew, please'. He looked at me with a smile of triumph and said, 'Ask me to fuck you in the window.' Hearing that made a glimmer of pride break through, and I replied, 'No, not that.'

 "He looked at me again with a look of triumph and said, 'Okay, anytime, you know what to do.' And he kept teasing me, rubbing my clitoris and caressing my labia. Sometimes he would pretend to insert a finger into my vagina; he would insert a little fingertip, and I would spread my legs a little, waiting for him to continue, but he would laugh and withdraw it. Several times I almost gave up but refused to concede a complete victory, asking him to fuck me in front of the window. After many minutes, Matthew guided me onto my stomach, and again he was applying gel, kneading, and massaging all over the back of my body.

 "After a long time of caressing and teasing me with his stroking and rubbing, occasionally reaching between my legs and caressing my sex, when he lay down on top of me and I felt the weight of his masculine body sliding on top of me and his hard cock between my buttocks, I decided I couldn't take any more. If I didn't cum, I was going to go mad, so I said, 'Please Matthew, fuck me in the window, please.' He reached under me, grabbed my breasts, started kneading them, and said, 'Now it will have to be in the ass; ask me to fuck your ass.' I was desperate, totally overcome by my uncontrolled desire, and having lost all pride, I begged him, 'Please Matthew, fuck me in the ass at the window, I beg you'.

 "I'm too tired, and I'm too embarrassed to admit what I'm saying to you. At that point, Matthew told me to put the phone on record as you had asked me to, so the rest of the night is recorded. I'm going to go to bed and leave the phone with you if you want to watch the recording. See you tomorrow," and with these words, she got up and went to the bedroom.

I was torn between going to bed with Mary and watching the recording of what had happened. I wanted to go to bed and fall asleep feeling the warmth of her body, which I had missed so much, next to me, but what she had been telling me had been so exciting that I couldn't resist seeing what had happened next. My cock was aching and struggling against the cage, trying to get an impossible and painful erection. As she told me what had happened, I saw in my head the images she was describing and imagined Matthew's hands sensually caressing Mary's naked body.

I knew that watching the video would increase my arousal and the torture in my crotch, but, on the other hand, I knew that it would be hard to get those images out of my head and fall asleep. I wouldn't sleep thinking about what might have happened next, so I opted to watch the video.

At first, the whole screen was black, and I thought the video was wrong, but then I heard Matthew's voice saying, "Let's go to the window," and then there was the sound of a curtain being pulled back. On the left side of the screen, there was a box where some light was coming through and some stars were shining. I realised that the video was recorded vertically. They had placed the mobile phone on the ground at the bottom of the window, pointing upwards. The image then showed Mary walking, with Matthew partially visible behind her. Mary's body was shiny from the massage gel and possibly also from sweat. A soft light, which must have come from the street and the buildings opposite, illuminated her. From underneath, her breasts looked taut and swollen, with her erect nipples standing out like two obelisks crowning two mountains.

Matthew pushed Mary's upper body until her hands rested on the long window, which, as Mary had described to me, went from floor to ceiling. Then he put his head to Mary's ear and said, "Now ask me."

She mumbled in a weak voice, "Please, Matthew, fuck my ass in front of the window."

He spread her legs apart and rested his cock on her ass. The light from the street illuminated his cock, which glowed from the gel with an unreal colour. The view the video offered from below was strange, as if I was lying on the ground with my head under both of their legs. I could see Mary's vagina open and soaking wet, with fluid oozing and sliding down her thighs, her swollen labia standing out, and in the middle was the end of the string of Ben Wa balls.

Matthew spread her buttocks apart with one hand and, with the other, directed his cock to penetrate her anus. He slowly and steadily pushed his cock into Mary's rectum. She had dropped her head between her arms, leaning against the window; her eyes were closed, her mouth half open, and every now and then she emitted moans with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

After all the stimulation she had undergone in the last few days and reinforced in the last few hours, I imagined she must be on the verge of orgasm. The sensation of Matthew's cock pushing its way inside her and making the balls move inside her vagina must have been maddening by now. When Matthew's hips collided with Mary's buttocks, she threw her head back and gave an animalistic cry. I imagined that the combination of the balls in her vagina and Matthew's cock had triggered the climax she had been craving for so long.

Matthew held her hips and began to withdraw almost completely and insert his cock deep into her ass. As his hips slapped against her buttocks, I could see his testicles swaying and impacting against her sex. He continued to fuck her ass for a while, provoking new orgasms in Mary, which I could tell because she was throwing her head back and screaming again. It was a wild copulation from both of them, like a very good porn movie, which, in my state, after so many days without an orgasm, excited me enormously and painfully.

Finally, Matthew, after a harder thrust than the previous ones, stuck to Mary, and I guessed that he was ejaculating inside her. After a few moments, he withdrew his cock from her ass, and I could see the cum she had just received escaping from her dilated anus.

Mary dropped to all fours on the floor, panting, and he disappeared from the picture.

After a while, he came back and took Mary by the chin, guiding her to her knees until her face was in front of his cock. He brought his cock close to her mouth, and she, responding to his wishes, opened her mouth and began to suck his flaccid cock. After a while, he regained his erection and began to push his cock deeper and deeper into Mary's mouth, until I watched as it entered her throat.

From the position on the floor provided by the mobile phone recording, I watched Mary's throat swell as he pushed his cock all the way down her throat. As she swallowed his cock whole, his testicles slapped against her chin. Matthew continued to fuck Mary's mouth and throat for a while until he again stood still with his entire cock inside Mary, and I noticed his testicles and scrotum contracting and spurting streams of cum directly down Mary's throat.

The scene was terribly erotic, and I had my cock as if it were going to explode at any moment. The swollen flesh of my shaft was protruding between the bars of the cock cage, and I was gushing pre-cum, which had already soaked through my underwear. I wished with all my heart that I was the one enjoying Mary's exciting body, and I was reduced to a spectator with no chance of even masturbating. With my hand, I grabbed my testicles and caressed them, trying to get something—I don't know if it was a release or more excitement. I was also, even though I knew inwardly that it was impossible, moving the cock cage, trying to get some stimulation that would allow me to reach orgasm and release my repressed desire.

I think we were all equally aroused. Despite the orgasms achieved while Matthew fucked her in the ass, Mary was still aroused, and while one of her hands caressed her clitoris, the other massaged her breasts. And, although Matthew seemed to have finished ejaculating, he still had his cock fully in Mary's mouth, and with his hand, he began to move her head back and forth to start a new blowjob.

Matthew, without ever fully losing his erection after ejaculating, became erect again. He reached back, pulling his cock out of Mary's mouth, and guided her to get on all fours, her head facing the window. He reached behind her and pulled Ben Wa's balls out of her vagina by tugging on the string, causing her to shudder loudly. He then got down on his knees behind her, placed his cock between Mary's vaginal lips, and, with one strong thrust, penetrated her, driving his cock deep inside her. Then he began to fuck her energetically.

The mobile phone footage showed me Mary's swaying, sweaty breasts, her belly, and Matthew's cock thrusting in and out of Mary's vagina. His cock glistened with Mary's pussy fluids, and a 'slosh' could be heard as it moved in and out of her wet orifice. At first, Matthew gripped Mary's hips to guide the movement so that he could penetrate her with more momentum without her moving or dislocating, but gradually she began to move backwards to impact Matthew as he moved forward.

No longer needing the hold, he leaned down and gripped Mary's breasts tightly, rubbing and kneading them eagerly, sinking his fingers into the soft spheres and enjoying the softness. I could hear Mary moan, mumbling, "Yes.... Yes... Fuck me... Like this... I'm going to cum again... Yes... Arrggg" and reach the climax.

Given that Matthew had already had two orgasms recently, it was predictable that it would take a while for him to reach his third. Matthew continued to fuck Mary, unleashing one intense orgasm after another on her overexcited body. The two continued to fuck like crazy, releasing all the energy and desire pent up during the last two weeks of no sex and, in Mary's case, the previous three days of intense teasing.

Finally, when Mary seemed almost unable to move, unable to reach another orgasm, Matthew picked up his pace and burst into another orgasm. His testicles and cock contracted and began to throb as they injected Mary's soaking wet vagina with copious streams of semen, semen that overflowed her vagina and began to dribble onto the floor.

 After a few seconds, they both exhaustedly dropped to the floor, and the video went black as they fell over the mobile phone, which continued to record. I noticed that the video lasted a few more minutes, but it was still black, and then they had to turn off the recording.

Exhausted and terribly excited by what I had just seen, I went to bed and laid down, hugging Mary. The touch of her skin calmed me somewhat, but I couldn't get the intense copulation I had just seen out of my mind.

To be continued. Chapter 15. The end of the adventure