Cuckold Diaries #14 - Part 2

Lennox strolls out of work with a shiny new camcorder in hand and two days off stretching ahead like a free pass. Her boss thinks she’ll hit the beach or burn some trail somewhere pretty. She’s got other plans. Bigger. Fatter plans. She finds the guy on the construction site a few blocks over, the one whose jeans hang like he’s packing serious steel. She flashes the camcorder, flashes that cheeky grin, and lays it out plain: “Mind if I tape you wrecking me on this bad boy?” He grins back. Deal. Back home she tosses the mini-cam to her husband like it’s a weapon. “You’re filming, loser. Full HD, close-ups, the works. You miss one wet thrust and you’ll answer for it.” She strips slow, dares him with every zipper, then climbs onto that stranger’s cock like she owns it. Moans echo off the walls while her husband crouches with the camcorder shaking in his grip. He watches through the tiny screen—watches lube gleam, balls slap, her soaked pussy take every thick inch—and she keeps barking orders. “Angle up, dipshit. Don’t you dare blink.” Tape runs long. Hours. She rides, she bends, she spreads, milking load after load until the couch cushions glisten. When the last spurt lands across her tits she catches her husband’s eye and smirks, voice low and filthy. “Better learn to love this reel, cuck. I’m gonna play it on loop while I fuck him again. And you? You’re gonna sit pretty, sissy ass tucked, and watch till every drop’s burned into your brain. Now hit record twice as long—round two starts now.”