Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 04 (Patreon)

Chapter 4: The Silver Fox

Fandom: Uncharted Franchise

Tags: Nate/Elena, Elena/OMC, Mature, Consensual Infidelity, Hotwife, Voyeurism

Nathan Drake awoke with a groan, sitting up in his cot and cursing the stifling heat he had to endure while afloat, working in the South China Sea.

When he’d finally gone legit, he’d thought he was done traipsing around the world looking for lost treasure. That all changed when a Chinese historian contacted his humble salvaging company claiming to have information that could lead to the location of the Lost Fleet of Zhang He.

In the midst of the slowest ever period for his new outfit, that had been too tempting - and lucrative - an opportunity to pass up.

He sighed forlornly as he gazed blanky at the empty side of his bed. Unfortunately, Elena hadn’t been able to join him - busy with her own work as she was - though she gave him her full blessing.

They both hoped the payout for this job would finally let them buy their dream home on a beach somewhere in Australia while also allowing them to live comfortably for the foreseeable future.


Nate didn’t want to have to take jobs like this - where he’d be flying all over the world - when they finally decided to have a kid, after all.

Checking his watch, he realised it was almost time for his daily video call with his wife back in New Orleans. He was the one who always initiated them, Elena not wanting to wake him with the twelve-hour time difference.

Sleep was hard enough to come by in this humid weather, after all.

Getting out of bed, he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth before plopping down at his desk in front of his laptop. He stared blankly at the screen for several moments before shaking his head and initiating the call.

When the line was finally established - after a longer than usual wait - he saw Elena’s beautiful face come into view before the image jostled as she collapsed back on their bed in their bedroom, her own laptop obviously in hand. When the image stabilised, he noticed his wife was huffing and out of breath, her face flushed from some kind of exertion.

Nate grinned at her dishevelled appearance, already feeling energised and comforted just from seeing her beautiful, angular face, her hazel eyes shining with delight in turn at seeing him and her blonde hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. ‘Did I call at a bad time?’ he joked, his grin widening. ‘I hope I didn’t interrupt you and your lover’s quality time?’

She sent him a deadpan stare, the corners of her lips twitching in amusement. ‘Har har, you’re hilarious Nate.’

Nate chuckled and watched as Elena made herself comfortable. They’d been apart for a month already and could be for several months more before this job was finished - the historian had good info, but it was taking more time than expected to find anything truly valuable. Nate’s instincts told him they were on the right trail though. He told his wife all of this as she listened with a patient, excited smile, nodding along with his story.

‘What’s up with you?’ Nate asked, after he’d finished catching Elena up. ‘Why were you so out of breath when you answered?’

‘Honestly? I lost track of time,’ she answered with a tired sigh. ‘Our new neighbour, the one I was telling you about? Richard? Well, he just bought a new TV and needed a hand installing it and setting it up - he’s hopeless with tech, a real old school kind of guy.’

Nate grinned slightly at the thought of his tiny wife helping to set up a huge-screen TV but then frowned sympathetically as his memory kicked in. ‘The recently widowed one, right? How is he?’

Elena sighed and nodded her head in the affirmative, her beautiful features set in a compassionate frown. ‘Yeah, he’s just settling into the neighbourhood. It’s honestly pretty sad, if his wife dying wasn’t bad enough, his kids all live overseas and he has no other family.’ Her frown deepened and she looked in the direction of their neighbour's home. ‘He’s all alone.’


Elena explained that she often visited and kept him company after work. He was a retired, old-school investigative journalist, so they had a lot in common and she found their chats pretty intellectually stimulating.

Nate nodded and they both sighed as she got done talking. After a brief moment of silence, Nate perked up. ‘Why don’t you invite him over to dinner? Maybe even use that spa we spent way too much money on and I’ve still never used.’


Elena grinned. ‘I’ll have you know, I get plenty of use out of it. If anything, it was a bargain.’

‘Humblebragging while I’m stuck in this hellhole isn’t a good look, dear,’ Nate joked, his smile wide as he slipped a hand in his shorts. ‘You know…if you want to let me know when you use the spa so I can maybe have a little looksee, maybe make the days here a little more tolerable for me?’

‘Oh yeah?’ Elena asked, her fond smile turning sultry as she started to unbutton her blouse. ‘Any requests of what I should wear?’

Nate screwed his eyes shut and groaned, pulling out his hard dick and tilting the camera so his horny little wife could see. He imagined Elena relaxing in that huge spa with a glass of wine in hand as he watched from his cabin on the South China Sea, the security system he’d installed last year being used for a much more ignoble cause. In his imagination, he envisioned Elena in the tiny thong bikini he’d bought her for their last anniversary, the white one, sans top, her perky tits exposed to the night air.

He told his wife as much and she bit her lip, unhooking her bra and exposing said perky breasts to his hungry eyes. ‘Ooh, I like that one,’ she admitted, her eyes no doubt locked on his hand that was slowly stroking his cock. She thought of something then cackled, her cheeks flushed red.

‘What is it?’

‘I just imagined myself prancing about the decking, dropping things and bending over for your benefit.’

‘Mmm, that sounds amazing,’ Nate quipped, his eyes glued to the screen as Elena shuffled out of her slacks and removed her panties, her fingers sliding over her glistening lips.


Phone sex was one of the reasons he was able to stay sane without his wife here with him. While they didn’t engage every day, it was still more like every other day. They’d tease each other and gaze hungrily at each other’s bodies while masturbating, or sometimes in Elena’s case, fucking herself on one of her suction-cup dildos.

After satisfying orgasms, they chatted for a bit longer before they bid each other farewell, his wife ready for bed while he was just about to head out to work. They both kissed their fingers and touched the screen before signing off.

Nate sighed when he was alone once more, the muggy heat and his sticky sweat making him feel even more gross than the load on his chest would have him normally feeling.

Time for an ice-cold shower. Fuck me I can’t wait for this to be over…

At least there were no god-damn pirates, or psychotic, competing PMCs. No one fucked with state-backed Chinese missions, thankfully.

-

The next morning found Nate in a slightly better mood. The wreck they had found the previous day had shown some true promise; they’d start their salvaging operation that morning. But before work, he started his day the way he always did - by calling his wife.

This time, he’d had to wait even longer for Elena to pick up and when she answered, she was blushing and, again, out of breath.

‘I’m starting to notice a pattern,’ he quipped in amusement then his grin widened when he noticed what she was wearing. ‘I thought we agreed you’d forgo the top?’

‘I’m not aloooone Nate,’ she snapped back with an eye-roll, very slightly slurring her words and speaking in the way she only did when she’d had a few too many glasses of wine.

‘Ah hah! So you do have a lover sneaking over behind my back!’

She rolled her eyes and flipped him off. Nate giggled at her sass. ‘No, you idiot - though I’m starting to think you might actually be excited by the idea - there’s only so many times you can make that lame joke before I get suspicious.’

She’d said it in jest, but Nate felt his cock harden in his shorts all the time. ‘Wha-me? Shut the front door! You’ve clearly had one too many drinks babe.’

She rolled her eyes again and smiled warmly at him. After exchanging greetings and Nate giving her an update on yesterday’s exciting find, he couldn’t help but notice Elena constantly glancing at her watch.

‘Something wrong?’

‘No, nothing,’ Elena denied with a wave of her hand, her cheeks flushing again. ‘I took your advice yesterday and invited Richard over to dinner. I left him in the spa downstairs so I don’t know how much longer I can stay on the call.’

‘Oh?’ Nate asked, a perverted grin on his face and his eyebrows wagging suggestively. ‘Care to tell me why my beautiful wife is blushing like a schoolgirl? Something inappropriate happening?’

When she didn’t immediately answer, instead only blushed deeper, Nate’s eyebrows rose and he leaned forward.

‘Okay, now I’m curious.’

‘No, it’s nothing like that,’ Elena said with a wave of her hand as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. ‘It’s just…Richard seems to be of a generation that doesn’t believe in board shorts. I told him to bring over his swimsuit to use the spa, and, well, think Daniel Craig from Casino Royale.’

Nate barked out a laugh and clapped his hands in delight. He’d seen a photo of the man once or twice when Elena had initially gone over to greet him - he may be a widowed retiree, but the man was undeniably handsome and clearly kept himself in shape. ‘Oh ho ho, so you’re enjoying the eye candy then? Did he walk out of the spa in slow motion? I know how much you love that scene.’

His wife was smiling wide but her blush was still firmly in place. ‘It’s not that you horny idiot,’ she hissed, shushing him with a wave of her hands and giggling like a school-girl. ‘The trunks are tiny, they hide nothing. Richard’s hung like a horse!’

She’d said it as if she were sharing a scandalous secret with him, biting her lip and giggling again as her blush only deepened. Hearing his wife talking about another’s man’s cock while she was home alone with him did strange things to him - things he didn’t exactly hate.

Let’s see how far I can push this…

Grinning back at his tipsy wife, he held out a hand and started ticking things off. ‘So let me get this straight, my wife is home alone with her tall, handsome, barrel-chested silver fox of a neighbour who just so happens to be hung like a horse and sitting half naked in my spa, waiting right now for you to go and join him,’ he grinned salaciously and wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Should I be worried?’

Elena smiled wide and winked at him. ‘I mean, maybe a little,’ she teased, holding her index finger and thumb an inch apart and flicking her eyes down to the bottom of the screen.

Nate barked out a laugh and held his heart in mock pain. ‘Betrayal! My own wife..’

Elena collapsed in a fit of giggles but she sobered up real quick when she saw his serious expression.

‘So…?’

‘So what?’ she asked in confusion.

‘You know what,’ Nate teased while trying to sound encouraging. ‘Are you flirting with him? Giving him the eyes? Are you gonna try and get him naked to perv on that hog of his?’

‘Oh my God! That joke is getting old Nate!’

She froze when she saw he wasn’t laughing, only smiling mysteriously at her. ‘I’m not joking babe. You’ve been working hard, have some fun. I don’t mind.’

His statement had clearly flustered Elena. Her blush somehow managed to deepen further as she bid him farewell, her guest waiting for her downstairs.

‘Hey,’ Drake called, getting Elena’s attention, kissing and tapping his fingers against the screen. ‘I love you.’


Elena mirrored the gesture and smiled gently at him. ‘I love you too, you goofball.’

-

The next day, Nate couldn’t believe how excited he was to hear from his wife.

Not for the usual, understandable, normal reasons a loving husband wanted to see his wife. His reasoning was far more depraved, his desires less pure.

This time when Elena answered, she wasn’t out of breath, but she was already blushing up a storm and looked incredibly guilty.

Oh ho! Jackpot!

Seeing the look on his face, her eyes narrowed. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

Nate’s grin widened. ‘I think a better question is, why do you look like you’ve just been called into the principal’s office?’

She averted her gaze at his words, and when she turned back, Drake schooled his features when he saw how much her expressive, hazel eyes were conveying her distress.

‘Babe, relax. Just tell me what happened.’

She composed herself, gathering her thoughts for several moments before speaking. ‘When I went back down to Richard yesterday, we stayed in the spa for a couple more hours, had a few more drinks…’

Drake didn’t interrupt his wife, but he did discreetly slip his hand into his shorts, his rough hands gripping his aching shaft.

Elena’s blush deepened and she continued. ‘I - Richard commented on my beauty. He said it had been a while before he’d had any lady companionship and that he was…uncomfortable in his swimsuit.’

Nate’s eyebrows rose, but realising he wasn’t about to interrupt, his wife continued. ‘Later when he hopped out of the spa, he claimed to have forgotten he was naked and, my God Nate…’

‘That big?’ he teased, his grin somewhat allaying her fears.

‘Like, I don’t think my words can do it justice,’ Elena said, her eyes wide with disbelief. She held out her forearm and motioned between her elbow and wrist. Nate whistled appreciatively. ‘He just…stood there, drying off, leaving it all out and just…hanging there while carrying on a conversation like it was nothing, then -’

Nate’s breath hitched but he cooled his jets when he saw how upset his wife looked, and guilty. ‘Just get it off your chest babe, I promise I won’t get angry. It’s fine.’

‘He kissed me,’ she blurted out, her eyes wide with shock. ‘He thanked me for helping him deal with his loneliness and said if there’s anything he could do to alleviate my own, he would be more than happy to help. Then…then he put my hand on his…’

Seeing she was on the verge of tears, Nate called to his wife, snapping her out of her funk before she could spiral. ‘Babe, babe!’ he called, until Elena snapped her head around and looked him in the eyes. ‘I want you to look at this, okay?’

He tilted the camera down and showed his wife his naked, throbbing cock. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at it in wonder.

‘I’m not mad, I’m not upset, I’m not even disappointed. I’m turned on,’ he explained, continuing to stroke his cock. ‘If you’re anything like me, this past month has been…difficult. I wake up every morning looking at the other side of my bed wishing you were here, wanting to smell you, touch you…’

She smiled thinly, her eyes shimmering as she nodded in confirmation. ‘I…sleep in your clothes so it feels like you’re here…’

Nate smiled at her and touched the screen, his wife mirroring the gesture. ‘Look, call me a pervert or whatever, I think you should go for it. The man clearly wants you -’ Seeing she was about to protest, her eyes wide with indignation, he held up a hand. ‘Babe, you’ve got to be horny, and while the phone sex we have takes the edge off…it’s just nothing like the real thing.’

‘So…what? You want me to take the edge off with Richard?!’

‘Yes,’ he answered honestly, as Elena sucked in a shocked breath, her eyes wide with surprise at his brutal honesty. ‘If you’re attracted to him, go for it. You have my blessing - I only have one condition…’

She leaned back against the mountain of pillows on their bed, her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised as she waited for him to speak.

He grinned. ‘Whatever you do, do it near the security cameras. I want to watch…’

Elena, her eyes still wide, slipped one hand in her pants and the other in her shirt. ‘Is this some kind of weird dirty talk?’

‘No,’ Nate answered immediately. ‘El dorado,’ he continued, using their safe word and causing Elena to suck in a shocked, excited breath, her hands starting to move more urgently under her clothes. ‘I’ve joked about it for a while, yeah, but a part of me really does want to see you acting like a little slut for me. I’m stuck with a bunch of big, sweaty dudes on this job, having my own, secret porn starring my own wife…? Yeah, that sounds pretty hot to me - only if you’re interested, of course.’

‘And if I’m interested?’ Elena asked, her breaths coming in ragged, excited pants. ‘What then?’

Nate shrugged, leaning back in his chair and stroking his cock in sight of his wife. ‘Then you go with the flow. Sounds like Richard already wants you, and judging from the look in your eyes when you were talking about his cock…you want him too.’

Elena shut her eyes and groaned, her hands almost shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her pants. ‘I do,’ she whispered, almost under her breath. ‘So much…’

‘Then,’ Nate said, smiling at his wife as they masturbated in front of each other, ‘you have my blessing. Just remember the cameras babe.’

‘Oh my god you’re such a perv,’ Elena groaned, the corners of her lips twitching as she watched him through heavily lidded eyes. ‘I can’t believe I’m actually considering this…’

Before they hung up, Nate held out a hand. ‘For the next week, no more calls. If you want to get off, either you can do it yourself… or ask Richard for help.’

Her hands shaking, Elena touched them to her lips then touched the screen. He mirrored the gesture. ‘I love you…so much.’

She was biting her lip now, her expression no longer embarrassed and instead turned on and undeniably naughty - it gave her an aura that was far sexier than any of his past lovers had ever been able to manage.

‘I love you more. Enjoy the show...I guess?’

His cock throbbed at the tacit admission that she’d already agreed to play with their older neighbour.

For the rest of the day, Nate could hardly concentrate on his work. He couldn’t wait for the day to be over so that he could go back to his laptop and scan through his security’s saved footage.

-

When Drake awoke the next morning, it took him a moment to gather his bearings. When he remembered everything that had happened the day before, he shot up from his bed so fast he tangled himself in his own sheet and fell face first on the cold, unforgiving floor of his cabin.

Standing, he didn’t even bother washing his face or brushing his teeth before he rushed to his computer and remotely accessed his home security system. He was instantly granted access to each of the ten cameras in his seemingly empty house. The lights were off, and just as he was getting disappointed as he shuffled through the images, he hit paydirt when he landed on the camera that had a clear view of their porch - the porch that housed their spa.

The spa was not empty.

They really like that fucking spa…

He sucked in an excited breath at what he saw. Elena didn’t waste any time after their conversation to escalate the situation as they kissed passionately, the two clearly hot for one another.

Both Elena and Richard’s upper halves were completely naked - his wife’s beautiful, perky tits completely exposed to the handsome man - sitting in profile, perpendicular to the camera. One of Elena’s arms encircled their neighbour’s neck while the other disappeared in the water between them, its actions blissfully mysterious to him. Whatever she was doing, Richard was clearly loving life at the moment, his arms spread wide and resting against the edge of the spa while the camera picked up his lustful moans through its shitty, onboard mic.

The fact that he couldn’t tell if they were actually fucking was driving him wild. Elena’s body was gyrating sexily as if she were riding him, and Richard’s moans sounded appreciative enough, but Nate suspected otherwise, especially given his wife’s hand between them.

He adored the fact that his wife was still thinking of him, even in this hot and heavy situation. From their positioning, to the way she’d used the arm on the far side of the camera to wrap around Richard’s neck so she wouldn’t block the action, and finally to the way she sent constant glances in the camera’s direction. To him.

The camera might have had crappy audio, but the quality of the picture was unmatched. So much so that each time Elena turned her head to gaze at the camera, he could see how her eyes smouldered with wanton lust.

After about ten more minutes of the kissing and heavy petting, both Richard and Elena’s hands exploring each others’ bodies, they finally pulled apart, panting heavily with their foreheads resting against one another’s. Richard whispered something Nate wasn’t able to catch and they both laughed, the sound almost hysterical in its giddiness.

His wife bit her lip and nodded. Nate was finally rewarded with the answer of whether his wife was naked when she pulled herself out of the water like a beautiful, sassy mermaid and sat on the edge of the spa, facing her mature lover.

Nate groaned when he noticed that all she wore was that sexy, white thong bikini bottom he’d jokingly suggested she wear the other night. When she’d pulled herself out of the water, his sexy little hotwife had even done him the service of swinging her succulent ass in his direction before taking a seat and spreading her legs in invitation.

After admiring the utter vision of beauty before him for several still moments, Richard surged towards Elena from the other end of the spa like a shark that had smelled blood. His wife giggled then moaned when he stopped between her legs and buried his face in her womanhood.

If he needed any further proof that his wife was genuinely still thinking of him, his wife positioning herself in the ten o’clock position on the edge of the spa so her leg wouldn’t block the action as Richard nuzzled her womanhood, sealed it.

Nate watched, stroking his aching, throbbing cock as Richard planted light kisses on the insides of his wife’s thighs. He didn’t go straight for his prize, despite how excited Nate expected he was. Richard trailed kisses up his wife’s body until he gave her another kiss on her lips. Elena was loving it, especially when he made a pit-stop on his way down to pay special attention to her small, pebbled nipples and ticklish belly-button.

When he was firmly situated between his wife’s legs again, Elena threaded a hand in his long, silver hair and held him firmly against her womanhood. She was making the adorable whimpering, pleading sounds she always made when she was extremely horny and it seemed like Richard loved them as much as Nate did.

He watched with bated breath as the older gentleman pulled his wife’s bikini bottoms aside and spent a moment just gazing reverently at her exposed, tight, completely bare pussy lips. Elena spread her legs wider, her whimpering growing more insistent with her arousal. Richard chuckled and Nate groaned along with his wife when he first kissed, then extended his long tongue out to lick his wife from bottom to top.

Watching another man going down on his wife was undeniably one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, so much so that with a surprised, tortured groan Nate came all over himself almost immediately.

He didn’t stop watching the show for a second though, his breaths coming in ragged, shocked pants as he beheld the taboo, sexy sight before him.

This is way better than phone sex…

When Elena remembered herself and looked directly into the camera at him, her face a mask of shock and pleasure, he felt his cock harden and his heart surge with love. Understanding she wouldn’t be able to see the gesture, Nate still kissed his fingers and tapped the screen.


Nate had seen a lot of weird, unnatural, magical shit in his time hunting treasure across the globe. None of it felt as miraculous or wonderfully unbelievable as when, as if sensing the gesture, his wife kissed her own fingers and held them out to the camera.

‘I love you too baby.’

Richard clearly knew what he was doing. He had his fingers buried inside his wife, hooked to rub directly against her g-spot while his lips and tongue focused on pleasuring and teasing Elena’s clit.

Elena’s moans started to get…loud. While their property backed up on a marsh and one of their neighbours was currently rather…occupied, Nate wondered if they were at risk of alerting the other neighbours.

Why do I find that so damn hot?

As his wife’s orgasm fast approached, her body started to jerk and her moans turned into short, high-pitched squeals.

When Richard sealed his lips directly around his wife’s clit and started furiously rubbing his wife’s g-spot, Elena’s hand flew to her mouth to muffle her loudest squeal yet. Her arms gave out and she fell back on the decking as her body rocked and convulsed in orgasm.

Richard didn’t stop fingering her though, and in short order, with another powerful convulsion, a torrent of juices shot out of his wife’s pussy and directly into their spa.

I guess he was naked…

Richard had leapt out of the spa, his tight, bare ass facing the camera as he kissed his wife and swallowed her moans throughout her mind-shattering orgasm.

Fuck me that was hot… Are they done?

Apparently not. When Elena returned to her senses and pulled herself up in a relaxed, sexually satisfied, seated position she smiled wide and patted the decking beside her. Richard didn’t need telling twice. With energy of a man half his age, he surged across the spa excitedly and launched himself out of the water directly next to his wife, and Nate almost swallowed his own tongue.

Jesus Christ! She wasn’t exaggerating!

Richard took a seat in the twelve o’clock position relative to the camera, his naked body completely revealed to him. Nate might have spared a moment to feel jealous by how ripped the man was - even more impressive given his age - but all of his attention was drawn to the throbbing, hard, tower of flesh between his legs.

Elena had been right to use her forearm as a unit of measurement and basis for comparison…

His wife giggled and, as Richard leant back on his arms as if in offering, Elena reached across and palmed his gargantuan shaft, her eyes shining with her lustful intentions. Nate stroked his own hefty eight inches as he beheld the erotic scene, marvelling that their neighbour had him beat - penis envy wasn’t something he’d ever had to deal with before.

Nate watched as his wife and their neighbour went back to making out, this time with her hand rapidly gliding up and down his glistening shaft, Richard’s pleased groans swallowed by his wife’s naughty lips.

When Richard sank back even further so he could rest on his elbows, Elena giggled and switched her focus to his towering erection, her left hand switching to cupping his plum-sized head while her right started to fondle and play with his hefty balls.

While the sight was insanely erotic, and he was absolutely recording for future use, Nate’s eyes were locked on his wife’s left hand, particularly the beautiful engagement ring reflecting the light from the nearby lamps like a beacon. Seeing the symbol of their love so close to another man’s cock was such an insane turn on that, with another disbelieving groan, he came all over himself. Again.

Panting and sweaty from the heat and his exertions, Nate watched in awe as his wife jacked off their neighbour until, with a mighty groan, he shot his cum directly into the air like an erotic volcano. Rope after rope shot out of the prodigious member, most of it landing on his own chest but some on their decking, in the spa and the last, surprise spurt jump-scaring his wife and hitting her in the face.

That’s a man that hasn’t cum in a while…

Elena squealed in surprise then barked out a laugh as Richard lay panting on their decking, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he recovered from such a huge orgasm. His wife then turned to the camera and, with a naughty smile, scooped up the cum on her face with a finger and sucked the digit into her mouth.

Nate groaned and felt himself grow hard again. He normally had pretty great sexual stamina and, if he wanted to, could go all night. Never had he been able to go again over and over in such rapid succession though. He started jacking off again as his wife and her lover just lazed about and recovered their energy.

Aside from a slow, sensual kiss at their front door when Elena walked a now-clothed Richard out, nothing else overtly sexual went down.

Understanding how his wife thinks, but remembering their no-calling period, Nate grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of his soiled chest before sending it to her accompanied by some love-heart emojis.

It took her a while to reply. She was cleaning up and still clearly a little shell-shocked after her first - but hopefully not last - extramarital affair. When she noticed she had a notification, Nate watched as she read the message. Her eyes snapped up to the nearest camera in realisation and, after sighing in relief,  she grinned naughtily at him.

‘You’re such a pervert!’ she said with an adorable smile as she went back to looking at the picture. ‘Nice try Nate, you almost came as much as an old man.’

Nate quickly typed out another message and waited to see his wife’s response.

Elena barked out a laugh when she saw the message before returning her cheeky, grinning face to the camera. ‘Three times, huh? Someone’s been a very naughty boy. Almost as naughty as me.’

His cheeks started to ache from his constant smiling. He sent Elena one final message telling her how much he loved her, the two signing off with their customary gesture, before cleaning up and getting ready for work.

His family’s future was somewhere in the sea below, and he’d been paid handsomely to salvage it.

-

It was all quiet in the Drake household over the next few days, despite Nate waking up every morning like a kid at Christmas to check the feed from the security cameras.

He could have sworn Elena was grinning at him as she sat in her armchair by the fire and read her book, or some reports for her work.

Thankfully, he’d recorded her previous escapades and used the footage…liberally to blunt his raging libido.

Almost a week after their naughty night in the spa - Drake was genuinely impressed the older man could stay away from his sexy wife that long - Nate awoke and did his customary examination of his security system.

His brain still half-asleep, he passed over the relevant feed by accident before a spike of adrenaline shot through his system and he quickly cycled back.

Elena and Richard were in the family room snuggled up on the couch in front of their big-screen TV. He couldn’t tell what they were watching, nor did he really care. The camera was hidden on the floating shelf directly above the TV, so Nate had a perfect view of the couch and its inhabitants.


Nate felt an excited grin tugging at his lips as he watched his wife sending impatient glances at the clock on the wall.

Elena was dressed comfortably in a loose, boat neck sweatshirt and tiny booty shorts while their neighbour just wore his tight swim trunks, his chest completely bare. The man had clearly expected another night in the spa, but his naughty wife had other ideas - or just didn’t feel like wetting her hair.

Richard had his arm wrapped around his wife’s sleight frame while Elena snuggled into his side, the fingers of her hand lightly dancing up and down his mostly exposed thigh. Nate grinned as he watched the man gulp and struggle not to react every time her fingers danced too close to the obscene bulge snaking down his leg.

Elena was biting her lip in an attempt not to laugh every time Richard would try and swivel his hips so her fingers would brush against the shaft she was teasingly avoiding. With one final glance at the clock - no doubt confirming the usual time Nate would wake up and call her - Elena winked up at the camera and started running her naughty fingers along the length of Richard’s shaft through the fabric of his swimsuit.

Their neighbour groaned, his head rocking back as Elena grinned impishly up at the camera, her fingers dancing along his still-growing length.

That’s gotta be uncomfortable…

His wife seemed to think the same. With a final wink up at the camera, she united the string on Richard’s swimsuit and started to pull the too-tight shorts down the older man’s thick legs. Richard lifted his hips to help with the process and the second his aching, gargantuan cock passed the elastic waistband, it flopped up and thwacked powerfully against his washboard abs.

His wife groaned with lust at the sight of the thick pillar of flesh, gripping it halfway down its length to steady the flailing, snake-like appendage.

‘Are you -?’ Richard asked, his rich, cultured voice deep and clouded with lust as Elena nuzzled the huge cock with her smiling face.

‘Am I what?’ Elena cheekily fired back, looking up at their neighbour with wide, too-innocent eyes. She kept nuzzling the shaft, pre-cum already leaking from its tip, but clearly Richard wanted Elena to use her mouth on him.

Elena loved giving head, she could do it for hours on a good day and if Nate worked her up enough, or for special occasions. She also loved to tease though and she wouldn’t do anything until their neighbour begged. Nate’s eyes weren’t focused on the byplay though, they were drawn back to her engagement ring and wedding band.

There was just something about seeing them in contact with another man’s cock that drove him wild. It was the same with the other night, despite how hot the entire scene was, his eyes kept getting drawn back to the rings.

I…think I might be a little messed up.

Nate shrugged it off as Richard gasped in pleasure. ‘Please, dear, please use your mouth on me!’

His wife giggled in delight like the wicked succubus she secretly was but, with a mighty gasp from their older neighbour, she did as he asked and ran her tongue from his balls all the way up to his tip before opening really wide and taking the plum-sized head between her lips.

Richard groaned in bliss, his head rocking back again as Elena focused her oral efforts on his tip. From experience, Nate knew she liked to alternate poking his urethra and swirling around his head with her naughty dexterous tongue. One of her hands slipped under his thigh and was gently fondling his balls while the other languidly stroked the shaft.

His wife was taking her time, in no hurry to rush Richard along to his orgasm - in fact, knowing her, she’d drag it out for as long as possible.

While the scene was insanely erotic, and his eyes kept wanting to flick back to her rings, Nate finally noticed that through all this, Elena was staring directly into the camera. He groaned, his fist pumping his shaft even faster as he came all over himself for the first time that morning.

Nate let go of his cock and instead went back to his bed to make himself comfortable. His wife was putting on a show and it wouldn’t be ending any time soon.

And so it proved, while languidly stroking his own cock, Nate watched as Elena gave Richard head for over an hour. He could hear others on the ship waking up and getting started with their morning routines but he stayed focused on his wife.

‘Oh! Oh! I’m - I’m cumming!’ Richard cried as his wife sealed her lips tightly around the man’s plum-sized head and massaged his heavy balls. Lifting his hips off the couch, he groaned deeply and gutturally before gasping as his cock visibly pulsed. His wife hurriedly started to swallow and Nate watched with rapt attention, remembering how much the older man came the last time he’d visited.

Showing off her supreme skill, Elena didn’t let a single drop of Richard’s cum escape from her mouth. After he’d finished orgasming, his head tilted over the back of the couch as he gasped and stared blankly at the ceiling, Elena stood and pretended she was stretching as she approached the hidden camera. Nate gasped and started pumping his cock faster when, with a twinkle in her eyes, his wife opened wide and showed the bounty she’d rightfully earned from her efforts. Even after swallowing so much, her mouth was still filled with their neighbours cum.

Grinning wickedly she sealed her lips again and audibly swallowed the load. Nate groaned and came all over himself again.

As Elena and Richard cleaned and washed up, parting ways with another sensual kiss at their front door, Nate snapped some more pictures of his soiled chest and sent them on over, along with a message letting her know that he was putting the recordings of her slutty behaviour to good use.

He watched his wife grin as she read his message before she strolled to the nearest camera, kissing her fingers and tapping the lens. Nate did likewise before hurriedly typing out another message.

- You smudged the lens! Clean it!

His wife’s hysterical, musical laughter made his heart feel like it was bursting for joy. Despite the fact that they’d put their daily calls on hold, bizarrely, he felt closer to his wife than ever now that they were playing this game.

-

Despite Nate eagerly checking the cameras every day, he didn’t see Richard in his home for another week. He suspected this was his wife’s doing, limiting their playtime to weekly ‘dates’ instead of, if Richard had his way, the older man basically moving in in Nate’s absence.

He appreciated his wife keeping their neighbour at arm’s length, it allowed him to enjoy the whole experience without crossing a line and making it weird.

When he scanned the cameras, he found Richard and Elena at their dining table - on the surface, it all seemed innocent enough, but Nate’s camera was at an angle that let him see under the table where the lovers were playing footsie.

They’d ordered dinner and, having seemingly finished eating a while ago, were just chatting while sharing a bottle of wine between them. Nate didn’t doubt that Richard thought Elena was teasing him, dragging the evening out to enhance their pleasure. Nate knew better though and he felt his heart swell with love for his awesome wife.

She was waiting for him to wake up, waiting, so he wouldn’t miss any of the action.

A part of him had felt a little hesitation when first suggesting this to his wife. He worried that, if he pushed her too far, he could harm their rock-solid relationship. Any lingering concerns he may have had were long since banished though, it was clear to him that, no matter how much his naughty wife was enjoying herself and her huge-dicked lover, her husband was never far from her mind.

God I love her so much… Fuck, I’m gonna have to get her that stupidly expensive camera she’s been begging for for being such a good…naughty girl.

Abruptly, his wife stood and Richard watched, wide eyed as she rounded the table and took his hand. His wife was wearing a skimpy silk robe, so clearly Richard had an idea of where the evening was headed, but she had it cinched tight, keeping what she wore underneath a secret from both of them.

Richard wore a simple tee-shirt and shorts combo, but as Elena slowly led him upstairs, she started to slowly strip him. At the base of the stairs, his shirt came off and his wife spent several minutes kissing and licking his chiselled abs and nipples. Richard had apparently finally learnt and, instead of his usual tight, restrictive swimsuit he now wore sweat shorts that tented ridiculously after his wife’s worshipping of his shredded body.

When they reached the door of their bedroom, Elena pushed him against the frame and dropped to her knees, pulling his shorts then his ridiculously straining underwear down to his ankles. Richard’s huge cock flopped up and hit Elena in the chin but, after only a kiss on the tip, she stood and left it alone, beckoning their neighbour into the bedroom after her.

Richard hurried in after her, allowing himself to be dragged and pushed back onto their bed. Their marital bed. Seeing a handsome, naked, ridiculously hung man on their bed had a similar effect on his psyche as seeing Elena’s ring-bedecked hand stroking a strange cock. It was wrong, and all so hot because of it.

Elena’s hands went to the belt of her tiny silk robe and untied it, opening it wide and showing what was beneath to the very obviously excited Richard, his dark eyes smouldering with desire as he stroked his rapidly hardening cock eagerly.

Nate wanted to whimper and pout like a child. The camera in their room was on the wall opposite their bed and pointed towards it. His naughty wife knew exactly what she was doing by untying her robe in that position, she was teasing him. She showed herself to Richard before she let her husband see.

When Elena let her robe flutter to the floor, Nate gasped. From the back, he had very little idea what she was wearing. All he saw were several thin straps, two crisscrossing in between her shoulder blades and one wrapped high around her waist that had an attached strap which disappeared between her cute ass cheeks.

When Elena turned to model her almost naked back to Richard - who was furious stroking his huge dick - Nate almost swallowed his tongue. Elena was grinning up at the camera and winked at him as she finally showed off the front of her fancy, brand-new lingerie.

It was a white teddy, of sorts. He supposed it could technically be called lingerie, even though it covered nothing essential. Its silhouette reminded Nate of those one-piece swimsuits that rode ridiculously high on the hip, but the silhouette was where the similarities ended. The teddy was made entirely of transparent, white lace and thin straps, and was completely crotchless and cupless, his wife’s perky tits and glistening pussy completely bare.

The lingerie enhanced his wife’s beauty and covered absolutely nothing. Elena winked at him again before turning back to Richard and stalking towards their marital bed. Richard, his eyes wide and his expression hungry, fell back on the bed as Elena crawled over him and bent down to capture his lips in a searing, passionate kiss.

Nate started stroking himself as he watched with excitement. Richard’s cock was hard, throbbing and pointing up like a towering obelisk, the only thing stopping it from collapsing under its own weight against his abdomen, his wife’s naked pussy.

That huge cock is directly touching my wife’s pussy.

Nate watched with bated breath, stroking languidly and pacing himself as Elena and Richard made out on his bed. His wife’s hips started to gyrate, teasing the cock that was poking at her womanhood and earning several groans of desire from her lover.

Precum was oozing out of the huge cock in droves and his wife’s pussy was no better, it glistened as if she’d been waiting for this for hours - no, she’d been waiting for this for weeks.

Nate sucked in an excited gasp when Elena’s hand reached back to palm the towering shaft.

She’s using her left hand, oh you naughty little slut! I love you so much!

Nate didn’t breathe as he watched his wife put the head of that huge cock against her delicate pussy lips before she slowly started to ease herself down it with a guttural groan. Richard’s huge head parted Elena’s lips obscenely around his girth, his hands reaching around to grip and spread her cheeks wide.

Nate had a glorious, front-row seat to see his wife’s womanhood impaled by the invading member, both of them groaning and gasping in bliss. His wife’s surprisingly deep pussy managed to swallow up just over half of the huge cock before she had to stop as he bottomed out.

‘Jesus Christ,’ his wife groaned, her head flung back as she panted in exertion. ‘How are you so big?!’

‘All for you dear,’ Richard panted, sounding equally strained. Nate imagined it was taking all of his willpower to not start thrusting away into his tight, velvety pussy like jackhammer. A lifetime of experience must have taught him to stay in control, however, less he hurt his lover. ‘Whenever you want it, it’s all for you!’

Elena let out a long, continuous groan that peaked every time Richard’s cock bottomed out inside her. Instead of bouncing, she gyrated her hips in a circular dance that no doubt hit all her pleasure points deep inside her.

Nate desperately tried to pace himself, but the sight before him was so unreal, so insanely hot that he couldn’t help it. Panting almost as much as the lovers on the screen, he jerked himself off in time with Elena’s downstrokes.

‘Did you take your viagra?’ his wife asked in a sexy, breathy tone that had Nate’s cock twitching in excitement.

‘Yes!’ Richard answered with an exultant gasp. ‘I’ll stay hard for you as long as you like, dear, as long as you’ll have me!’

‘Gooooood,’ Elena purred as she increased the intensity of her gyrating dance, her moans and gasps growing louder and more urgent as she did so.

‘Where do I, ah, where do I finish?’ Richard asked desperately, clearly on the verge of cumming in his young lover.

‘Don’t you dare pull out Richard,’ his wife growled, balancing on his broad chest and staring down into his face. ‘Fill me up, fill up my cheating, slutty pussy you stud!’

Both Nate and Richard groaned in unison at Elena’s uncharacteristic dirty talk.

‘I’m cumming!’ Richard announced and with a long, drawn out gasp and groan, his hips rocked up and his cock started to pulse as it filled his slutty wife’s pussy.

‘Me too! Me too! Oh God you’re filling me up so much more than my husband!’

That did Nate in pretty handily. His fist like a blur, Nate gasped as he came all over himself in time with the lovers on his screen.

Elena continued to gyrate and shake, persevering with erotic her dance while riding out her mind-numbing orgasm. When Richard softened enough to slip out of his wife’s pussy, Nate groaned anew as a thick river of cum started to ooze out of her gaping womanhood and pool on their bed.

Elena flopped on her back beside her older lover and laughed breathlessly, even a little hysterically. ‘I haven’t been fucked like that in years,’ she purred, the sinful words going straight to and reviving his dick.

‘Pleasure to be of service, dear,’ Richard gasped as he, too, was assaulted with a fit of giggles.

I’d be giggling too if someone as hot as Elena was constantly throwing themselves at me…

Drake felt his love for his wife surge when she propped herself up on her elbow and looked directly at the camera with a wink and an air-kiss, as if to let him know she meant nothing by her words and she still loved him. Elena also did the perfect little hotwife thing by keeping her legs spread and letting him watch as Richard’s cum kept oozing out of her.

Thanks in no small part to the viagra they spoke about earlier, it didn’t take Richard long to get hard again. Elena had plastered herself to his side and they were making out while they waited, her hand dancing through his silvery chest-hair and her leg intertwined with his.

His wife’s hand trailed down Richard’s sculptured body and she gasped in mock-surprise when she found his hard cock resting against his belly. ‘What’s this?!’ she asked and it was all Nate could do to not cackle at her terrible acting - it was utterly adorable. ‘Looks to me like you’re ready to go again, Richard.’

‘Always,’ Richard agreed, finally sitting up and repositioning Elena so she was on her hands and knees facing towards the window, perpendicular to the camera.

‘Put it in me lover,’ Elena begged, swaying her hips from left to right as she looked over her shoulder at Richard. The man didn’t need to be told twice as he palmed his heavy cock and pressed it against his wife’s well-used and lubed womanhood. ‘Ooooooh, you stretch me so good lover.’

Richard grunted as he gently forced his huge cock in Elena’s velvety tunnel. ‘You are simply exquisite,’ he praised, running his hand up and down her spine and grabbing the straps that criss-crossed between her shoulder blades for leverage. ‘Such a good girl, come now dear, moan for Daddy.’

Clearly not expecting him to say something like that, Elena’s head jerked back and she moaned in surprise as he punctuated his request with a deep thrust.

‘Don’t keep me waiting dear,’ Richard pressed a little more forcefully, sliding his huge cock in and out of his needy, moaning wife. ‘Be a good girl.’

‘Yes Daddy!’ Elena moaned, her voice high pitched and cracking at the end. ‘But I’m not a good girl Daddy! I’m a naughty girl!’

‘That’s right,’ Richard groaned, slowing down his thrusts and running his hand over her pale, soft asscheek. ‘What kind of good girl cheats on her poor, hardworking husband? You really are a naughty girl.’

‘I’m so naughty, Daddy,’ Elena agreed, her head tilted back as she tried to fuck herself on Richard’s huge cock, he was having none of it though. ‘Please Daddy, please punish your naughty girl, I’ve been so bad!’

Jesus fucking Christ this is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen!

Richard’s chuckle rumbled darkly from deep within his chest. He continued rubbing Elena’s soft cheek, almost soothingly until he brought it back and spanked her, the stinging sound reverberating in his cabin, and no doubt his bedroom back home too.

Elena yelped then groaned with lust. At some point her blonde hair had escaped from her no-nonsense ponytail and framed her face in messy tendrils. As Richard continued to spank and slowly thrust in and out of his wife, Elena’s head hung low, her hair now free and obscuring her face.

She was also counting the spanks, as per her lover’s request.

‘One, Daddy. Two, Daddy. Three, Daddy…’

Richard took his time punishing his wife for cheating on her husband, apparently in no rush to reach orgasm himself any time soon. Elena didn’t have to worry about such things, the dirty talk, the spanking, the slow fucking - all of it was driving her wild and she came again on Richard’s huge cock at right around the fifteen spanks mark.

When Elena recovered she turned her head in the camera’s direction and stared into the lens with wide eyes. He saw Elena mouth the words ‘holy shit’ for his benefit before Richard spanked her again, tearing another delirious moan from her throat.

Apparently pleased she had cum before him this time around, Richard held onto her tight and picked up the pace of his thrusts. ‘Yes Daddy! Fuck me, you’re fucking me so good!’

Richard didn’t respond, he was one-hundred percent focused on his thrusts, his hips crashing against Elena’s soft, pillowy behind. The doggy position allowed for deeper penetration with the added cushion of his lover’s meaty ass, and it looked like Richard was taking full advantage.

Apparently sensing he was near, his wife turned to look at Richard over her shoulder as she reached between her legs to simultaneously strum her clit.

‘Cum in me Daddy, fill me up again!’

With a roar, Richard did just that, burying his cock deep and bowing his head as his body shook with his orgasm. Elena didn’t stop strumming her clit and eventually, the feeling of being filled up and her own masturbation brought her over the edge.

Elena’s legs gave out and she collapsed face down on the bed, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Richard did likewise, falling backwards with his head pointed in the opposite direction.

The two lovers were gasping in deep, lungfuls of air as they tried to calm down from their recent highs. Elena flopped onto her back and started to laugh breathlessly, and Richard soon followed her.

His wife’s dainty foot blindly searched for and quickly found Richard’s still huge, but flagging member. ‘I hope you’ve got another one in the chamber for me, Ri - Daddy.’

Richard chuckled weakly. ‘My dear, I think you’ll be the death of me.’

Elena rolled herself up into a sitting position and crawled over Richard’s prone form. ‘But what a way to go, ey?’

Richard’s laughter was rich and completely genuine. ‘I suppose so.’

Elena straddled Richard and was already grinding herself against his cock, eager for him to get it up again.

Fuck, if he can get it up again that quickly I might need to get some viagra too…

Indeed, it took Richard only a few minutes to get hard and Elena was quick to impale herself on his cock again, this time in reverse-cowgirl. Nate honestly felt like he had the best seats in the house for the hottest sex show in town.

It was awesome.

Especially when, as Elena bounced on Richard’s rejuvenated cock, she turned to look at the camera with a sexy, almost dismissive and contemptuous smirk, as if she could see him through the lens pathetically jerking off in his cabin, his chest once again covered in his own cum.

He almost didn’t recognise his own wife, dressed in that sexy lingerie and fucking another man’s huge cock like a slut. It was new, but it was undeniably one of the hottest games they’ve ever played as a couple.

Elena started to rub her clit again as she felt both Richard’s and her own orgasm near. Their moans and groans grew more insistant and urgent and Elena fell forward so she could more easily bounce and gyrate her glorious ass on Richard’s prodigious member.

When Richard came with a roar, he almost sounded surprised while his wife’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Elena continued to gyrate, her eyes closed and her body quaking with pleasurable aftershocks until Richard tapped her on the behind.

‘I…think I’d better go dear, I don’t think I can stay awake much longer. You’ve certainly made an old man happy, but I’m afraid you’ve worn him out too.’

Elena turned and grinned impishly at Richard. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ his wife admonished her older lover in a jovial tone. ‘Close your eyes and take a rest, I’m nowhere near done with you yet…Daddy.’

Richard chuckled tiredly, repositioning himself so he could lay properly on the bed and falling asleep almost instantly when his head hit the pillow.

Nate’s pillow.

On his side of the bed.

It was surreal and so utterly hot he couldn’t believe it.

Elena watched Richard sleep for several moments before, when she heard his deep, steady breathing, standing and stretching her arms out wide. Drake’s eyes were locked on her perky tits and her still leaking pussy, but he sucked in an excited breath when Elena grabbed her laptop and silently left the room.

He eagerly awaited her call and when Elena slipped into the bathroom downstairs and shut the door behind her, she navigated to his name and did just that.

Drake barely let the call ring once before instantly answering. No longer was he looking at his wife through the security cameras, but they were looking into each other’s eyes for what felt like the first time in an age through their respective webcams.

‘Sooo?’ his wife prompted, her smile wide and giddy. He didn’t know what kind of expression he was making, but whatever it was seemed to please his wife.

‘You’re…the sexiest woman alive,’ he breathed out reverently, relishing in how, despite everything, her cheeks still turned pink at his words. ‘I love you so much…’

‘So you enjoyed it?’ Elena pressed, her tone intense, almost pleading. ‘No jealousy? No angst? No regrets?’

‘Jealousy?’ Nate asked, his eyes wide with surprise. ‘Of course I’m jealous, I’m stuck on this shithole boat while another man gets to fuck my gorgeous wife. Angst and regret though? Never. Just seeing how wild and uninhibited you were over the past few weeks has been such an insane turn on…’

Elena was sitting on the toilet and had put her laptop up on the vanity in front of her. Leaning back, Drake watched with wide eyes as she spread her legs wide and started scooping up the leaking cum from her pussy and sucking it into her mouth.

‘Jesus Christ who are you and what have you done with my wife?’

Elena giggled as she sucked more cum off her fingers and eyed him hungrily. The second she’d started to clean herself, Drake leaned back in his own chair and started to stroke his aching cock.

‘You did this to me Nate,’ she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘I hope you’re happy, because I don’t know if I can go back to just phone sex…’

Nate groaned, his head lolling as he continued to stroke himself. ‘I wouldn’t have even fantasised you saying something as sexy as that a month ago. It would have been too unrealistic…’

Elena giggled as she sucked on her fingers. ‘Did you like it when I teased you? When I referenced you while fucking Richard - no, when I was fucking Daddy?’

Nate’s groan was guttural and full of need. ‘I loved it all, but most of all, I loved how I could tell you were always thinking about me while playing with your daddy.’

His wife’s smile this time was full of the kindness and compassion that made him fall in love with her in the first place. ‘Of course I am, this is all just a game Nate. Don’t go forgetting that - though…having said that…’ She looked down, clearly looking at his cock as he stroked it. ‘I’ve never considered you to be lacking before…but after Richard…’

She cackled with delight and clapped gleefully as he groaned and came all over his chest.

They calmed down a little after that, Elena using toilet paper to clean the rest of Richard’s cum from her womanhood. He told her of the massive strides they made lately and how it wouldn’t be too long until they were done on this job.

‘When did you get that by the way?’ Nate asked, motioning to her completely impractical and sexy teddy.

‘Oh, this old thing?’ she asked with faux disinterest, grinning at his intense scrutiny. ‘You like it?’

Nate chuckled. ‘I hope you like it. When I get home you’re never wearing regular lingerie again.’

‘Oh, is that right?’ Elena asked with a wide smile. ‘Maybe if you’re a good boy. I think you’ve earned some husband points over the past few weeks…’

‘I can’t wait to see you again,’ he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. ‘As soon as this job is over, we can go house-hunting in Australia like we always wanted, buy a nice place on the beach, start a family…’

Elena matched his wistful smile, and the two stared deeply, lovingly into each other’s eyes through the webcam. Though they were thousands of miles apart, their bond remained stronger than ever - even after his wife’s exciting dalliances.

They each kissed their fingers and tapped the screen before his wife’s gentle smile turned naughty.

‘Well…there’s no rush right?’ Elena teased. ‘Make sure you find every last gold coin at the bottom of that sea. Daddy will take good care of me until you get back.’

She laughed with delight as he groaned again, his hand gripping his now sore and aching cock tenderly.

‘I’m gonna go wake Daddy up for round two - enjoy the show!’

‘How am I supposed to get any work done with you driving me crazy like this?!’ Nate bemoaned, his smile belying his true feelings.

His wife stood and shrugged cheekily at him. ‘As I said, take your time babe. Richard will take good care of your slutty hotwife.’