I don’t work on weekends. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do work the occasional weekend, but it’s so infrequent that I think it’s fair to say that I don’t. But while working on a recent Saturday, I spent the first hour happily deluged by text messages from Jill listing in detail all the fun things she wanted to do to me when I returned home. Needless to say this affected my ability to concentrate on the task at hand, only delaying me further. But I wasn’t complaining.

Eventually the texts let up, and though I missed receiving them, I was glad to be able to focus. I continued with my day, and by the very early afternoon I found myself with an unexpected break and decided to head home for lunch, and if possible, some sex. Jill wasn’t expecting me until later, and at any rate, she had a nail appointment and I assumed she would be out. I had resigned myself to the likelihood that the only sex I would be having would be alone, but what the hell? It’s still sex.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled onto our street and found Jill’s car still parked in the driveway. I was in luck! The afternoon was looking up, and I had forgotten all about lunch. As I parked the car I got my house key ready so I wouldn’t waste time fumbling for the correct one. I unlocked the front door, wondering if I might catch her in the shower, or otherwise naked. That would be ideal.

As I walked in she was nowhere to be seen, but the sounds of lovemaking filled my ears. Passionate but exaggerated moans beckoned me inside, and after closing the front door noiselessly, I ventured into the house. I found Jill in my office, sitting at my desk, her back toward me as she watched porn on my computer. She was sitting low in my chair, her feet up on my desk so that her freshly-painted toes glittered red in the afternoon sunshine like rubies.

It took me a few seconds to realize what I had walked into. I love watching Jill pleasuring herself, and it’s rare that I get to watch without her being aware that I am doing it. I didn’t want to interrupt her or otherwise throw her rhythm off, nor did I want her to feel she had to “perform” for me in some way. I stood in the doorway and kept quiet, grateful for the show. Our Liberator Throe blanket was stuffed underneath her, the edges of its red corners draped across the floor. In one hand she held a toy, its faint buzz all but drowned out by the sounds coming from my computer.

In one corner of the screen, a big-haired and big-breasted porn star in stockings and a garter belt was bent over an ottoman while a familiar-looking guy had sex with her from behind in a hair salon. I had watched the video before, but at the moment I was less interested in the coupling occurring onscreen than I was in what my wife was doing mere feet in front of me. Holding the toy in one hand, she massaged her breasts with the other. She moaned softly, betraying the pleasure she was feeling, and I noticed her legs trembling. I was already aroused, but the prospect of watching my wife come turned me on even more, and I began to knead my erection through my pants.

In a small window in another corner of the screen I could see a very erect cock being stroked. As far as I was aware, there were no male masturbation videos on my computer, and I realized that Jill was watching someone’s webcam. Furthermore, I could see the familiar white cord of our own webcam plugged into the USB port on the computer, and it wasn’t difficult to guess where it was pointing. My erection throbbed, and strained to get free. I slipped a hand down my pants in the hopes of quieting its rage, at the same time wondering who she was watching, and wondering if he liked what he saw.

At the same time, Jill moved her free hand out of sight, and my brain filled with thoughts of what she might have been doing with it. There was no way I was going to be able to hold out much longer. I didn’t have to. All at once a fierce and noisy orgasm overtook Jill, her legs almost flailing as her lower body undulated along my desk chair. Her moans lingered, at one point growing even louder than the porn she was watching. It was probably a good thing that she had the foresight to place the Throe under her.

I retreated from the office, quietly moving back to the front door, which I opened and slammed as a means of announcing my arrival. I wanted sex, and I couldn’t wait. I returned to my office, finding Jill in the same position in which I’d left her, but this time she looked much more relaxed, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she caught her breath.

“Hi,” I said. Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me in the doorway. She said hello, then rose from the chair and led me into our bedroom. The sex was perfect as usual, moreso thanks to the fact that I got to watch my wife show off clandestinely. Watching her playing with herself would have been enough of a thrill, but the fact that there were webcams involved added a naughty new dimension.

When we lived apart, Jill and I would frequently perform on our webcams for each other. When one of us wasn’t available, it wasn’t unusual for the other to cam with someone else, usually a stranger, someone from our respective friend lists on Yahoo! Messenger. We don’t cam alone much anymore though. It’s not that we’ve forbidden each other from doing it or anything, it’s just rare that one of us finds him- or herself home alone with enough time, not to mention the fact that we find it difficult to find suitable people to cam with when the mood strikes. Although clearly Jill had managed to find a single guy who was as in need of some titillation as she was.

Before we were married, Jill had a male friend on Yahoo! Messenger with whom she would chat, and frequently they would cam together. I used to enjoy hearing about the shows she put on, the shows she got to watch, and the things she fantasized about while it was happening. As we had sex, I wondered if the cock she had been watching was his.

When we were finished, we lay together in silence. I wanted to ask about her friend, but didn’t. Jill spoke first: “Why did you leave the room after I came?”

-Jack