Watching Wife's Hidden Office Rendezvous

Mark's fingers trembled as he fiddled with the tiny wireless camera, its lens no bigger than a button, tucking it expertly into the corner of the fake smoke detector above Lisa's private office door. His wife had no idea—he'd told her it was just routine building maintenance when she mentioned the company upgrading security. But Mark knew better. For weeks, he'd noticed the lingering glances between Lisa and her sleazy boss, Victor, during those family dinners where Victor "dropped by" with work files. The way Lisa's cheeks flushed when Victor's hand brushed her lower back, the secretive texts lighting up her phone late at night. Jealousy twisted in his gut like a knife, but so did something darker—a throbbing, shameful arousal that made his cock twitch just thinking about it.

That night, as Lisa texted him about another "late overtime shift" to meet a deadline, Mark settled into his home office chair, heart pounding like a war drum. The live feed popped up on his laptop screen, crystal clear in the dimly lit office. Lisa was there, alone at first, her curvaceous figure poured into a tight pencil skirt and blouse that hugged her full D-cup tits and round ass like a second skin. She looked fucking edible, her long auburn hair cascading down her back as she typed away, oblivious to the eye watching her every move.

Mark's pulse raced, his hand already drifting to the bulge in his jeans. Then the door clicked open, and in sauntered Victor—tall, broad-shouldered, with that smug executive grin and a tailored suit that screamed money and power. He was in his early forties, fit from gym sessions Lisa had gushed about, his dark hair slicked back. "Hey, gorgeous," Victor purred, locking the door behind him with a deliberate click. "Ready to blow off some steam?"

Lisa's head snapped up, her green eyes lighting up with wicked hunger. "God, yes. Mark thinks I'm slaving over reports. Little does he know..." She stood, hips swaying as she closed the distance, her hands sliding up Victor's chest. Their flirtatious banter ignited like dry tinder—teasing about board meetings turning into "boardroom fantasies," Victor joking how her ass in that skirt was the real company asset. Mark's breath hitched, jealousy surging hot through his veins, but his cock hardened painfully against his zipper. He unzipped slowly, wrapping his fist around his shaft, stroking as he watched.

Victor's hands roamed first, groping Lisa's tits over her blouse, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she whimpered. "Fuck, Victor, I've been wet all day thinking about this," she confessed breathlessly, their lips crashing together in a sloppy, heated kiss. Tongues tangled visibly on the feed, wet smacks echoing through Mark's speakers. Victor's fingers dug into her ass, pulling her against his growing bulge, grinding like animals in heat. Lisa moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his belt, eager as a slut in confession.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, dropping to her knees right there on the office carpet, her eyes locked on the massive tent in his pants. "I need this cock," she whispered filthily, unzipping him with frantic fingers. Victor's thick, veiny shaft sprang free—nine inches of girthy meat, throbbing and already leaking precum. Mark's own dick pulsed in his grip; he'd always known Victor packed, from the locker room stories Lisa let slip once drunk, but seeing it live made his balls ache with humiliated lust. Lisa wasted no time, her glossy lips wrapping around the fat head, sucking greedily as her tongue swirled the slit.

"Oh shit, yes, deepthroat me, you dirty little office whore," Victor groaned, fisting her hair. Lisa obliged, hollowing her cheeks and forcing inch after thick inch down her throat, gagging wetly but pushing further. Saliva dripped from her chin, strings of spit connecting her lips to his balls as she bobbed, slurping obscenely. Mark stroked faster, matching her rhythm, the voyeuristic thrill electrifying every nerve. His wife's throat bulged visibly around that monster cock, her moans vibrating through it as Victor face-fucked her gently, hips bucking. "That's it, choke on your boss's dick while hubby's home jerking off to Netflix."