A SHOW

A SHOW

She was wearing an earpiece, and there was extensive video surveillance of the room she was 

in, but she wasn’t a member of the secret service or anything. She was just a hot wife, putting on 

a show. Her hubby had set the whole thing up. One of his work buddies had commented on how 

beautiful she was when they hosted a bunch of his work friends after a successful project one 

night; and he’d been fantasising about watching her get used ever since. Since she was, without 

a doubt, a very sexual woman, she had enjoyed the fantasies as much as he had, and they’d 

agreed that the only thing more fun than talking about it, would be to do it. 

So, her husband and her chose a fantasy that they’d gotten off to together on more than 1 

occasion. He was in a different room, talking into her ear about what he wanted to see via the 

earpiece, and he was watching her on the webcams that they had set up in their bedroom, where 

she and his co-worker were. Now, the timing, was a whole other topic. 

You see, they had a Son, 18 going on 19, who still lived in the house; but her husband had 

originally planned… their little adventure, for a day when they both knew that their Son would be 

home. At first, she had suggested other times, and other options, but, her husband had 

suggested that they just blare some loud music in the bedroom so that their Son wouldn’t hear 

anything and be suspicious. Which, seemed like a silly idea when there were better, easier fixes. 

But, when she brought it up, her husband always brushed it aside with the music thing, and then 

tried to move on like the conversation was over. It was after about three nights of this that she 

had an idea. An incredibly naughty idea. She thought, maybe, she was reading too much into it, 

but the idea of testing her theory made her blush, and grin, and delight, all at the same time. 

So, that night, she set her book down, and again brought up the timing, and how she didn’t mind 

scheduling it for a different day. But this time, when her husband tried to brush her concern away 

with some nonsense about playing loud music, she shifted tactics. “But hubby…” she said, 

feigning deep concern as she moved to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards him. 

“What if our Son walks in, and catches us in the act?” And before he could answer, she 

continued with, “Can you imagine what he would see? Your Wife… His own Mother, sucking on 

some strangers big dick and moaning like a whore about how much she loved it!” Now, she 

wasn’t the one who was blushing, and, unable to suppress her grin, she pushed it further, as she 

crawled closer to him, her big tits offering an incredible view of her massive cleavage line as the 

came jiggling ever closer to him. She continued her slow crawl towards her husband, asking, 

“What would he think? Seeing his Mommy getting her pretty face stuffed full of some strangers 

cock? Why, he might think I’m just some depraved, sex crazed slut, who will suck any dick that I 

can get my lips around… and if he thinks that... Oh my goodness hubby! What if our Son sees 

me, and takes his own cock out, thinking that he’s next!?!”

Then she crawled up to him, and touched her lips ever so gently to his ear. Her breasts were 

touching him now. One of her hands was resting on his upper thigh, and her breath was hot on 

his ear for a few moments. Then she whispered, “What would I even do then, hmmm? Suck off 

my own Son? Or do I play the gracious hostess, and let him share me with your coworker? 

They’d be spit-roasting his Mommy while you watched your wife get tag teamed on camera. 

Doesn’t the fact that it might ACTUALLY happen make you just want to call the whole thing off?”

Then she half whispered, half moaned their Son’s name, and said, “your cock is SO BIG!”, but 

that was as far as she got with the game. Because the moment she said that, her husband half 

shouted “Fuck!” and almost knocked her over trying to get to his cock before it went off. He had a 

few seconds of frantic jerking off before he popped, and came all over himself. So yeah, she had 

her answer.

“Oh all right.” She lamented with a playful smile. “I get it now. You like the danger of it, the fact 

that we are flirting with the risk of him walking in on me… PERVERT.” She teased, but she was 

grinning from ear to ear, and she agreed to go through it, just like he asked. 

Two weeks later, her Son was in his room, gaming with some buddies over his computer, just 

like usual. But down the hall, in his parents bedroom, only one of his parents was present. Oh, 

she wasn’t alone, she just also wasn’t with her husband. 

Instead, she was sitting up in their marital bed, wearing a transparent, black lingerie top that did 

nothing to contain the sway of her very large breasts, which were shaking and swaying with the 

movement of her bobbing head. And the moaning! There was so much moaning! Her husband 

was elsewhere in the house, watching the video feed from their guestroom, but she could hear 

him calling her “wifey” and moaning in her ear about how hot this was. At the same time, her 

hubby’s coworker was calling her Mrs (their shared last name), as he moaned about how good 

his cock felt sliding down her throat. He was standing over her, and gripping the back of her hair 

with one hand as he face-fucked his boss’s wife, and praised her cock sucking skills. Then there 

were her own moans. Oh, she wasn’t calling anyone anything, what with her mouth being full 

and all, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t being vocal. Even over the loud music that had been 

playing, her moans, and gargled gasps had been loud enough to be heard even without the 

webcam’s microphone. 

Still, her husband, ever the greedy one, had turned the music off from his computer so he could 

better enjoy the sounds of his wife noisily slurping on another man’s cock. Now there was just 

the sound of the fan. It was a loud fan, sure, but it wasn’t so loud as to block out all noise. Which 

was how her and her, um, guest, both heard the groan at the doorway that caused them to 

freeze in their tracks. 

“Oh shit!” her husband's voice whispered in her ear. His shock and horror genuine as he said 

their Son’s first name, and informed her that, all kidding aside, he REALLY HAD just walked in on 

them. 

For a few seconds, she remained frozen. She knew her face was obscured by the man whose 

dick was still throbbing between her lips, but there would be no doubting who she was. Hell, she 

was even wearing the jewelry that her husband had given her for Christmas, in addition to her 

wedding rings; at her husband's request. 

But, after those few seconds, her husband was muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck. What do we do?” in 

her ear... but she’d already decided. You see, from her Son’s perspective, her face was blocked, 

and the guy was facing away, so neither one of them could see him, and wouldn’t know he was 

there. After all, it wasn’t like he knew about the webcams, or the earpiece. So, in reply to her 

husband's question, she reached up and took the dick out of her mouth. Then she turned to face 

the nearest webcam, stuck to their headboard, and whispered “Well… you said you wanted a 

show…”.

Then, she put her lips back on the dick in front of her just for a second. She applied suction, and 

pulled it back out, with a loud, slurping, “pop”. Then, loud enough for everyone to hear, she 

asked, “Do you like that baby? Do you like the way I’m sucking your big, fat, cock? God I LOVE it 

when my husband whores me out like this! I never know how many of you there are going to be, 

or what you are going to want to do to me!” Then she moaned in appreciation of her words. 

Then, realizing that it was true, only as she said it out loud, she added; “I love that he picked his 

youngest possible coworker for today's little adventure. Fuck! You’re not even that much older 

than my real Son. 

“Now”, she added, as she propped one leg up, and exposed her pussy to the doorway. “Don’t 

just stand there and let me do all the work, okay? I need you to step up, grab a fistful of my hair, 

and feed Mommy that cock!” She was stroking him with one hand, but with her other, she pulled 

her top down and freed one, massive tit, exposing it to the room before she moved that hand, her 

left hand, down to begin playing with her pussy. Her wedding band was glinting in the light as her 

fingers danced in controlled circles, and before her mouth was stuffed full again, she had just 

enough time to add one more thing. “Oh and sweetie, I know it’s going to feel just, SO good with 

your dick in my throat, but don’t cum there, okay? I want it on my face! I want you to be able to 

step off this bed, and get a good look when you are all done; so you will always remember what 

my face looks like, covered in a massive load of hot young cum!”

The truth was, she had even more, filthy, nasty, things to say. The longer she spoke, the more 

intensely she felt what she was saying, and the more things she wanted to say. But, she only got 

as far as wanting  “hot young cum” on her face, when her new lover did as she had asked, 

grabbed a handful of her hair, and began fucking her face in earnest. 

Whatever she’d been about to say was quickly lost as she moaned in pleasure and gave in to 

the moment. In her ear, her husband was already yelling out his orgasm. The man standing on 

her marital bed and treating her like a street whore lasted another several minutes before doing 

as she asked and cumming on her face. He seemed to have forgotten that gasp from the 

doorway, and, without an earpiece of his own, he would never know what happened that day. Of 

course, this only highlighted how hard he’d gotten off on “Cumming all over Mommy’s face”, 

without any context to make it anything other than him fulfilling a fantasy of his. A mental note that 

she would definitely be saving for later. 

As for her real Son, at some point during the whole thing, he had retreated back into the hallway, 

probably hoping not to be noticed. That, of course, didn’t quite work. Not when her lover stepped 

off the bed to stare at her and admire his handiwork, leaving her to lock eyes with her Son, as 

another young man’s cum covered her face, and dripped off her smile into a second pool of cum 

that had splattered her big tits. 

Unknowingly, her Son had backed out of the view of the camera’s halfway through the show, and 

so, this was a semi-private moment between the two of them. And so, as he stood there, 

shocked to be so caught up in the view that he’d been caught, literally, with his dick in his hand; 

his Mom gave him a subtle wink, and made the tiniest hand gesture indicating that he should 

book it before he was seen. 

After the whole thing was done, her new lover had confessed, hell, gushed about, how much 

he’d loved the “mom stuff”, and asked if he could call her Mom again. In reply, she’d told him that, 

if they ever did so again, he could, but never when his cock was in his pants. Then she added 

that, like a good Son, he needed to ask Mommy before he did that kind of thing. 

This made him very, very happy. 

Her husband, was somehow even happier. Her filthy dialogue during their little experiment had 

opened up a whole new world of possibilities for him, and he was not wrong in thinking that their 

already very fun sex life, was about to get even better. That their Son had walked in on her was a 

thing that they decided to approach with a “don’t ask, don’t tell” mentality, and just assume that 

the boy had been shocked, and run away. Of course, her husband was free to fantasize that he’d 

been into it, but they both agreed that they would, when around him, just pretend it never 

happened. 

Of course, she knew considerably more about what really happened than her husband did, so 

that little promise was, whether he knew it or not, just for her hubby to have to keep. Unlike her 

husband, who saw their Son walk in, freeze, then back out; she knew that he’d stood there and

 watched, cock in hand, the whole time. 

So, the next time she was sure it was just her and her Son in the house, about a day or two later, 

she decided that they needed to have a heart to heart about what they saw. She was laying on 

her bed in a cute little summer dress that dipped to low at the top and rode up too high at the 

back, and she’d painted her lips with a fresh coat of lipstick when she called for him to come and 

see her. 

Gently, she brought up what he’d seen, explained what was really happening, and asked him if 

he had told anyone what he saw. When he said he hadn’t, and he never would, she over 

dramatically sighed with relief. Then she said, “Oh! Thank goodness! I am SO glad that you can 

keep a secret. Hey uh, sweetie, do you think you could keep one more secret for Mommy? 

Pleassssse”, she begged, petulantly. And when he said sure, she smiled… Then she told him 

that, her secret was that she’d really liked him walking in her, and all that stuff she’d said about 

“Mommy wanting cum”. When he blushed and gulped, she added one last request. 

She asked him if he would be okay with helping her explore this new fantasy of hers, and when 

just stood there, dumbfounded and staring. She once again gave a pleading cry of 

“Pleassssse”... but this time, she followed it up with; “I’ll suck your cock.” 

And that… seemed to do it. Because not two minutes later, her real Son was balls deep in his Mother’s throat. .