Wife Watching #2

Cammy walked the pathway out of her apartment complex and down to the parking lot. She opened the door to her Beemer and got in. She reached over into the back seat and grabbed her leather gym bag that she had packed earlier that day. She quickly looked around just to make sure no one was around or watching. But there was someone watching, her husband Trevor was in the shadows peeking around a corner wondering what she was up to.

She must have assured herself that she wasn’t being watched, his wife stripped off her top, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off and over her feet. She was tiny and slim, about 5 feet tall. While her features were white, she had higher cheekbones and stunning emerald green eyes that paired well with her shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts were a lovely 34b.

Trevor’s wife weighed 105 pounds, her tummy was just as flat as it was when she was a teen. She pulled off her polyester panties revealing the carefully shaved hair between her legs and her cute butt which herself, her husband, and everyone thought was her best feature.

Moments before when she was in her apartment, Trevor asleep on the couch with game still on. As was his usual nightly routine.

"Trevor...." she had said. Lightly shaking him awake.

He remembered opening his eyes and he looking up angrily at her for being woken up.

“What?”

"I'm going to meet up with a business lead. It could take while so don't wait up because I could run a bit late." As a small business owner meeting like this happened often. But lately, it was happening quite a bit more than usual he thought.

He acted like didn't seem to care, and played it off like he was more concerned with what was happening on the television screen. “Okay, hun. Take the Beemer though, the Jetta doesn’t have full coverage.” He had said to her, his head falling back onto the armrest again.

Cammy smiled at him. But somehow Trevor had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be careful.

They had been married for some time now, about four years. They were nice to each other, and each of them made good money. But lately something had gone missing. Something that created a growling hole between them. Their love life had become rather boring. When they had meet as freshmen in college they would fuck and make love three sometimes four times a day. But now, the candle didn't burn as bright. Despite his efforts to fix it, she had become pretty unwilling to satisfy his needs for sex. This led Trevor back to the decision he had just made. If his wife was not going to fulfill and satisfy his needs, he needed to find out what she was doing with her time to fulfill hers and decided to follow her.

Trevor watched from a distance as she quickly pulled clothes from the bag. From this distance he couldn’t tell what outfit she was choosing, but he did see her put on pink low cut tube top. Definitely not something she would wear to a business meeting. Cammy shuffled around in the front seat, obviously removing her jeans and replacing them with something else. She pulled down the sun visor, flipped down the vanity mirror and quickly did her makeup, applying lip gloss and eyeliner. Satisfied with her face she started his Beemer and left the parking lot.

Trevor pulled out his phone and brought up a phone app. He had one that would track the location of his car. While it was designed to find your car if you forgot where you had parked, it had a wide range and you could track down your car if it was stolen. With the app up and tracking the GPS location of the Beemer, he got into the Jetta to follow her.

He mounted his phone to the GPS mount on his dash and drove into the city and into the downtown area. Trevor follow the read out until he saw the Beemer parked on a side street. He quickly turned in the opposite direction, circled back and parked a block away from her, the BMW still in his view.

Confidently, his wife opened the door to the car and stepped out. She was wearing a tight black spandex mini skirt to cover her pert ass and the pink tube top showed off her pierced navel. Clear high heeled platform shoes completed the outfit. His wife looked like a complete whore, her outfit spoke to him and every guy in view saying “Fuck me.” His wife must have been satisfied with her slutty look so she slowly walked down the street past a gentlemen's club and turned a corner. Trevor put on a pair of aviator sunglasses and pulled his sweater hood to cover his head. He then exited his car and locked the doors, deciding to follow on foot to see where she went.

As he rounded the corner from the far side of the street he could see his wife passing the XXX theater. The window displays invited the general public with private shows, half naked girls, and the weeks latest high budget porn. It seemed like she was rather tempted to check it out, pausing at the theater doors for moment. However, she carried on past it, deciding to keep to whatever plan she had for the night.

She continued to walk down the street to what seemed like her final destination. An area Trevor knew had a trashy reputation. And with all the hookers and prostitutes that he saw confirmed it. He quickened his pace on the far side of the street to catch up. Some of the other girls threw a look in his direction and smiled at him.

“Hey handsome…Does the Unabomber want a good time?” One said to him. Trevor acted as if he was deaf and kept walking by, laughing inward as he realized he did look an awful like the artist sketch of the famous criminal from the nineties.

Trevor found a spot in the shadows of a recessed building entry, keeping a watchful eye on his wife. Cammy was also hiding in the shadow of a building, just standing quietly watching the hookers as if she was trying to learn something. The whole scene played out just as the stories and movies had, cars would pull up and a girl or two would walk to the passenger window and talk to the driver. Most of the time the drivers would slowly drive off, or maybe the hooker thought something didn't sit right or the john chickened out. But sometimes, the girl would open the door and get in.

Trevor and his wife watched intently as the girls worked their trade until finally Cammy came out of her hiding spot and started walking up the street. She swayed her ass a bit trying to draw attention to it in her skin tight mini skirt. She definitely had a leg up on the competition. She was younger than most, prettier than most, certainly thinner than most, and better dressed than most.

Trevor’s mind raced - how long had she been doing this? Was this her first time? By her seeming reluctance in the shadows it most likely was her first, but he couldn’t be for sure. What drove her to this extreme? Obviously, he couldn’t fulfill her desires, and she now was posing as hooker. It must be his fault and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he watched his now slut wife walk the streets.

She paused at a corner and waited for the crosswalk to turn. A Mercedes coupe slowly drove by. He could see from his view that the driver was checking her out. She made eye contact with him, only for a second, but he continued past her and made a left turn. A minute later, they saw him coming back. He must have made a u-turn. He drove towards her, this time pulling up to the curb and stopping. Trevor paced down the street to catch up to her.

The passenger window rolled down and Cammy approached the passenger door, and leaned on it with her arms, pushing her chest forward to let him see her cleavage poke out from over her tube top. She asked him something through the open window, but he was too far away and couldn’t hear their conversation. As he got closer he got a closer look of the man, he looked to be about 40. Trevor could see his lips moving and was starting to get close enough to put together their conversation. He decided he would walk by and pass them slowly to be able to hear them.

“You a cop?” He heard the guy say.

“No... why? Are you?” replied Cammy. His wife sounded like she had never had a conversation like this and was stammering slightly, a lack of confidence showed through in her tone.

The man laughed, Trevor heard the click of the shifter as he placed the car in park. “Why don’t you climb in and see if this feels like a cop’s dick?”

Trevor was surprised to hear the man was being so forward. But what did he expect, men can be really aggressive when they are horny. Trevor was moving out of earshot but was able to hear a few more sentences.

“I'll just take your word for it. Wanna party?” His wife said.

“I do! Hop on in,” said the man.

Trevor rounded the corner and looked back briefly and angrily looked back at his wife. Cammy opened the passenger door, and sat down into the leather seat. Their conversation continued and the man laughed. It seemed as he reached out and took her hand. But by the way her arm reached across, it was likely he had guided it to his crotch. Trevor wished he could read lips because their conversation continued, from his view point he could see his wife's arm busy between his legs.

The man throttled his Mercedes and drove off with his wife in the passenger seat. Trevor quickly fished out his phone from his pocket and started the tracking app. This time he changed the setting to his wife’s phone, enabling him to locate where they went. He ran back to his Jetta and started the engine. Trevor followed the GPS of his wife’s phone to parking garage. Luckily, there was a second garage next door so he decided he would park there and walk over to theirs. Both garages were the standard concrete open to air ones you’d find in every major city. Trevor parked and got out of the car and walked the edge of the lot looking through the open gaps on the third floor into the neighboring structure.

He couldn’t believe his luck when he found his car parked near one of the gaps in the concrete one level down from his vantage point. His wife and her John were visible through the windshield from the chest down. It was the perfect spot to witness his wife’s adultery. Trevor brought out his phone and started the camera, he had to collect evidence in case he ever wanted to confront her.

He saw his wife lean forward and smile at the man. She then spoke but Trevor couldn’t hear. The man then placed some bills on the dash but his wife held out her palm and waved the cash away. It obvious that she didn’t care about the money, and she didn’t want to waste time but instead to just get down to what she really wanted. This startled Trevor, realizing that his wife was just posing a prostitute to get her way.

She climbed up on her knees on the leather seat, smiled, yanked at his belt and said something. The man began assisting her, Trevor could see him lifting his ass off the seat so his wife could pull his pants over his ass. His penis bounced out and slapped into Cammy's hand as he pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He then spread his legs slightly and leaned back against the seat.

From Trevor’s vantage point the man’s cock was large and stiff, perhaps seven inches long, and quite thick. “Well at least the guy didn’t get cheated” he thought. Cammy leaned in toward his cock, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked the head, encircling it and getting it wet with her saliva. As he was watched, Trevor knew Cammy had always to prided in herself on her cock-sucking skills. Trevor had always complimented her on her talents in this area. She could always get him off quickly. Without anything further, she slid her lips down over the head and engulfed the man’s cock in her mouth, her lips gliding down the smooth shaft, twisting her head slightly as he descended.

Trevor was stunned as his wife kept her mouth tightly circled around his dick, her head moved up and down slowly nursing on his cock. Her mouth must have filled with saliva making the shaft extremely wet as her head continued to bob and suck on him. Trevor could feel himself getting hard at the sight of his wife sucking another man’s dick. While he felt majorly betrayed by the whole ordeal, there was an erotic factor that made him flush with arousal.

After a minute or two, she raised her head, and let his cock slip out from between her lips and spoke to him, then slid her mouth around the shaft again, circling the girth as she resumed a steady, hypnotic pace.

"God damn girl. This is one of the best blowjobs I've had all year." The man panted. He must have had the window down because Trevor was able to hear him clearly. His wife’s right hand crept up between his legs and she began to tease and caress his heavy balls with her fingers. His right hand slid into her silky blonde hair, lightly guiding her head as it serviced his hard, flexing penis. Trevor held the phone up and continued to record the action, he began to run his hand over his own cock through the fabric in his jeans.

Cammy maintained the same incessant slow rhythm. She was sucking the man hungrily now, obviously lost in the joy this random stranger’s big cock filling her mouth. Seemed as if the man was holding back as long as he could, visibly squirming to the sensations of her lovely cock-sucking, but Trevor knew that her eager mouth would slowly began to get the better of him. Trevor’s own cock began to tremble as he imagined this man’s hot, thick sperm flooding her suctioning mouth. She raised her head again, his penis slipping from her mouth, and stroked it wetly with her fingers as she murmured something to him. Trevor wished he could read lips to know exactly what she had said but he had a very good idea. If he didn't know any better she was asking him to cum for her. His wife then plunged her lips down the shaft again, deep throating him, sucking his whole length of his cock until her lips were wrapped around the base of the man’s cock.

Cammy continued to bob her head furiously on his cock until the man’s forearms visibly tensed and his fingers straightened on the steering wheel. His wife bobbing immediately stopped but she still had her head buried on his dick. ”AHHOHHHHHHHHFUCKYEAHHHH!!!” he cried out loudly enough from Trevor to hear. The man was pumping spurt after spurt of cum into his wife’s mouth. Trevor could see her arm moving between his legs, her fingers were most likely caressing his balls as he spewed in her mouth, fondling and squeezing them as they emptied themselves.

Trevor felt his own balls spasm and he caught a breath in his throat as he shot a single wad against his boxer shorts. His own dick began to leak and he looked down at his crotch, the wetness from his come was visible. While the whole scene the unfolded before him initially had upset him greatly, something inside him came to life. The shame of being cheated on and cucked before his very eyes actually got him off without him having to even touch himself. It reminded him of his very first orgasm as a teenager, he didn’t understand why it happened but he enjoyed it immensely.

Trevor looked back down to the neighboring parking garage to where the real action was taking place. Cammy still had her head in his lap, waiting until she was sure the was finished ejaculating. Her mouth still slowly moving up and down the shaft, his penis bathed with the sperm she held in her mouth. Finally, she raised her head off his cock, trying not to lose any more of his cum. Then she looked up at the stranger and smiled, Trevor could see her lower lip had a pearly with a dollop of the man’s semen. She kept eye contact as she tilted her head and quietly swallowed. Trevor was shocked. He thought Cammy only swallowed for him, her husband, but that was now a lie.

The man pulled his pants up and Cammy settled into the passenger seat. They spoke and laughed for a minute before the john started the Mercedes and pulled out of the parking spot. Trevor made sure the video saved and turned off the camera, switching it back to the GPS tracking and made his way back to his Jetta. He mounted his phone to the dash and reviewed the data. From what he could gather is that the man was driving back to where he had picked her up. Trevor started the car and drove back to the block where he had parked before and then set out on foot to the same corner, being sure to kite along the shadows to remain out of sight.

When he approached the avenue with all the hookers he saw his wife back to her spot on the sidewalk where she had picked up the man in the Mercedes. Trevor ducked into an entry way of a building again to remain unnoticed. Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor noticed a police patrol car passing his location. It slowly passed him by and turned on the corner where his wife was standing. Trevor watched as Cammy decided walk casually away, as if she was doing nothing wrong. Trevor's heart beat rose sharply as the cop car seemed creep by his wife. ‘Oh shit’ Trevor thought. His wife is going to get busted, Trevor's heart was beating out of his chest. He pulled out his phone and was about to call Cammy and tell her to get the fuck out but the cop just slowly drove by.

“Phew,” Trevor murmured a sigh of relief and his heart rate began to slow back down. Cammy must have walked out of view as he was looking at his phone, but a minute later she was back at the same spot, she must have circled the block. She leaned up against a light pole as the traffic passed and lit up a cigarette. ‘She smokes too?’ Trevor thought. His wife never smoked always saying it was a nasty habit. While this was just another lie, it was the least of his concerns.

He quietly watched her and another car pulled over to talk to Cammy. This time it was a younger guy, probably a college student in an old four door Honda. His wife leaned in to the window and Trevor could clearly see them speaking. She eventually got in his car and they drove. Trevor followed them on foot, at first he thought he go back to his car but after checking his GPS tracking he found that they were only going down the street and parking in an alleyway. When he got to their location, his wife was straddling the young guy in the front seat and riding him with the seat reclined. Trevor crouched behind an air conditioning unit watched from a short distance. His wife continued to bounce on his cock, her pacing quickening as she held on to the ceiling handle. Trevor’s cock began to rise with excitement as another stranger’s cock filled his wife’s body, but this time in her pussy. Cammy threw her head back as she had climaxed; Trevor noticed Cammy had broken off the ceiling handle as she came. Her orgasm must have subsided and they finished up. Trevor ducked back into his hiding spot as Cammy got out of the guy’s cars.

“Thanks handsome!” She said and closed the door.

She began walking down the empty alley towards the opposite end. Trevor followed a fair distance behind. She seemed to be heading back towards where she had parked as if she was planning on heading home. But as she rounded the next corner a police cruiser pulled up. She started to walk away, but a large middle-aged cop got out and told her to stop. The police office was quite big, at least six and a halkf feet tall with massive muscles. Trevor thought the guy could easily be mistaken for a pro wrestler. The cop walked over to her and grabbed his wife roughly by the forearm.

“Get in the car!” he demanded, opening the back door and shoving her inside. Her little body flew in like he was handling a rag doll.

Trevor knew he had to do something, he started running toward the cop car, maybe he’d attempt talk him out of taking her to the precinct, at least show that he still supported his wife. Even through her adulterous behavior, he still loved her and she didn’t deserve to go to jail. But by the time he arrived, the patrol car had already was pulling away.

“Busted!” Trevor screamed to himself. “Fuck!” Frantically, he tried to think of a way out of this, it was out of his hands though, she had been arrested and he would have bail her out of jail. He began to think rationally about what just happened, it wasn’t a normal arrest. The officer didn’t flash his lights or sound a siren. The arrest happened so fast that he never even told her what she was doing wrong, nor did he ask any questions, or pat her down for weapons, let alone read any Miranda rights. Something just didn’t sit right.

Trevor pulled out his phone again, looking to the GPS. He had seen the cop had let her keep her purse on so he would be able to track them. As her pulled up the app he found that they were driving in the opposite direction from the county jail and they were pulling into the same parking garage from earlier in the night. Cammy may have talked herself out of it, or maybe worse - the cop was going to have his way with her whether she wanted it or not. Trevor ran frantically down the sidewalk, it was some little ways away and by time the time he got there he was short winded. He found the stairwell entry and went inside. Trevor looked through every doorway to into the parking lot to see if the patrol car was present, taking his time to open each one slowly to not make anyone else aware he was looking. He didn’t want to be seen, Trevor wanted to keep an element of surprise if he was going to be able to help her. He did this until he made it to the 4th floor and he cracked on the door quietly to remain unnoticed. He saw the patrol car parked in the center of the lot, about eighty feet away, there were no other cars on this level of the garage.

The cop exited out driver’s door, his massive frame was disproportionate to the car itself. The sheer size of the man made Trevor freeze in panic, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and like a cowardly voyeur, he couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch. The hulking man walked around the vehicle to the rear door and opened it. “Get the fuck out of the car!” he demanded, Cammy slowly emerged from the back of the car. The cop took her arm and led her to the rear of the car, and then roughly bent her over the trunk.

“Now listen the fuck up you little cunt. I know you’re hooking, and I could take you to county and throw you in the lockup. I can do that at any time if I want. Just keep that in mind.”

“Please don’t take me to jail,” Cammy pleaded.

“I have an understanding with all the sluts on my beat. They take care of me, and I don’t fuck up their action. Understand?” The implication in his words was obvious, and Trevor didn't need a power point presentation to understand.

“Why, uh...yes.” said Cammy hesitantly, a fearful tone in her voice. Trevor afraid of what this power abusive asshole was going to demand of her. And yet, somewhere, deep in the depths of his consciousness, Trevor felt a growing excitement. He saw his wife close her eyes as her face and pressed against her cheek against the trunk, Trevor was shocked when he saw her grin. The sheer obscenity of the scene slammed through Trevor’s mind. She had wanted to be a whore, and now she was going to be treated like the cheapest slut in the city.

Without anything further, the cop yanked up her miniskirt, and pulled her panties down over her ass, leaving them stretched between her thighs. Then he opened his fly and dragged out his thick massive cock, already erect. Trevor had never seen a dick that big in real life. The man must have easily been 10 inches long and without a word, he pushed her face into the trunk lid and jammed his prick into her tight pussy.

“Oh!” Grunted Cammy and her eyes slammed open wide as he violently sank his massive member into her. Aggressively, the cop began to pump his cock in and out, slamming her body against the car so hard that it lifted his wife’s feet off the ground.

Even with how absurd it seemed, Trevor liked the look of her pussy tight around the cops bare dick, and hoped he would spew his load into her and really make her feel it. She deserved this, this is what she was silently asking for. He drove into her again and again, thrusting so hard that her firm ass cheeks shook with each thrust into her defenseless pussy.

He leaned over into her ear. "Take this mother fucking dick, bitch!" He shouted.

He moved his hands from her hips and switched his grip, placing his hands on her ass cheeks. He cupped each one from the sides so they plumped up nicely as he repeatedly mashed his cock into her tight pussy below. Her head whipped about as the cop’s thick hard cock tore her tight cunt apart with hard, painfully deep thrusts, his balls slapped unceasingly against her tiny clit.

Trevor was losing himself in the brutal fucking his wife was receiving. He was still frozen in fear but his own cock began to swell and his balls began to churn, he was going to come again without even having to be touched. And by the looks of his wife she was enjoying it as well. She wanted to be viciously fucked like this. Trevor saw her body respond, and writhed back against his pounding cock.

He heard her voice shout words that he would have never imagined ever emerging from his wife’s mouth. “Oh yeeea!! UHH!!! UHHH! Yes. Yes.YESSS!!!! FUCK ME FUCKING HARD YOU FUCKING DIRTY FUCKING PIG BASTARD! FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!”

Trevor’s felt his balls contract at her vulgar words and he began to cum in pants. His wife was loving it! He felt globs of his own jizz run down the inside of his leg, staining through his pants. The cop was jamming his dick all the way into her eagerly gripping cunt and the police office threw his head back and shouted. “IM FUCKING CUMMING NOW WHORE! TAKE MY LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING SLUT!!!”

Trevor watched as his cock swelled ominously and he began spurting a huge amount of cum into her abused cunt, his big balls emptying themselves even as her body convulsed from the onset of her own orgasm.

“OHGODDDDYESSSS, GIVE IT TO ME!!! I’M CUMMMIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!!!” Cammy screamed. Her pussy was spasming around his massive, tightening around his spurting cock and milking the cops dick it of it's hot, thick contents.

A moment later, it was all over. He slid his now-limp dick out of her, wiped the lingering cum on her smooth ass cheek, slipped it back in his pants and zipped them up.

"No wonder you’re a fucking whore," The cop said. "You love fucking too much."

Then he pushed her off the car trunk onto the pavement like a rag doll. Trevor watched her as she lay there, breathing heavily, sperm oozing from her withering cunt as the cop casually got in his car and drove away. His wife just laid there, still trembling from the carnal fury of her climax. Finally, Trevor pulled himself together, and walked unsteadily to his wife. It had been a long night, and he had learned a lot. Trevor had gone from completely pissed off to wild turned on. It was the most erotic experience he had ever had in his life.

He walked within her vision knelt down next to her. Startled, Cammy’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Tre… Trevor?” She stammered. Her look obviously mortified as she realized the Trevor had seen what just happened.

“Shhh. You’ll be ok, I got you.” He reached down and picked her up in his arms and tenderly carried her toward the exit.

“D, d, did you see that?” She asked.

“I’ve been following you all night.” He replied, looking into her eyes. They were tied and defeated. Trevor smiled at her “And strangely enough, I may have enjoyed it as much as you did.”