My wife Jennifer is a stunner. She’s tall, blonde, with ample boobs and a perky butt. We knew she drove everyone crazy in our quiet suburb. We’d been married for ten years, and our life was perfect. I’m a successful manager, often away on business trips for weeks at a time. And she’s a housewife who misses real male attention. But I’m not jealous. On the contrary, the thought of someone else satisfying her while I’m out of town turns me on like crazy.
Our neighbor Austin is a tall, muscular black man, a former athlete. He’s in his thirties and works as a mechanic. Austin is divorced, so he lives alone. We met at a barbecue. Later, I noticed my wife blushing at his jokes.
One day I saw them through the window returning early from a trip. Austin was in our yard, and Jennifer, in a bikini, seemed to accidentally drop a towel. Her nipples are sticking out, she’s giggling, and he’s already putting his hand on her thigh.
Since then, it’s become a tradition. When I go on business trips, I tell my wife she can have fun to the fullest. And our neighbor will keep her company. I don’t mind. After all, I get turned on by it. That’s why we have security cameras at home. So I started watching the footage in the hotel jerking off to my wife’s moans.
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