12 Cams, 3 Teens 2 Milfs , 1 Wife Ch. 04: Denny and Phil Meet

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© 2015 Sal De Klerk All Rights Reserved

Revised 5/2020

Edited by ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

I plan on writing 8-10 chapters. Six have been finished and uploaded. The rest are coming.


This story contains adult content including spanking, anal sex, cuckolding, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.


The move had gone fairly smoothly and everyone had settled into our new home. It was surprising how quickly we all took to co-parenting the girls and how fast the girls took to having two moms. Lizzy, Claire, and Emily had gotten as thick as thieves. They were also working their asses off for me at the shop. Jane and I hadn’t done anything more than kiss and grope each other a bit. But we were keeping our promise. Rikki was tied up with a major case and was traveling more than usual.

in the meantime, I had upgraded my illicit cameras to include motion sensors, infrared, and audio. I even added a telephoto lens to the one on the east side of the house to improve the limited view I had of the neighbor’s playroom. The new video clips I added to my growing collection rivaled ‘amateur’ commercial porn.

All in all, it had been pretty quiet until one Friday afternoon…

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I was home, alone for once. Watching my favorite movie, Bikini Bistro. All the ladies hated it and I wasn’t allowed to watch it when they were around. So when my phone chimed letting me know someone was at the gate, I groaned and paused the movie. Glancing down I saw a guy I didn’t recognize sitting in a Land Rover.

I hit the button for the intercom. “Can I help you?” I asked.

“Denny, I’m Phil, Suzette’s husband,” came the reply. “I’ve been wanting to meet you and I had some free time this afternoon.”

Wondering if this was just a hiya, or if he wanted to confront me about our girls, I had no idea. I stared at his face for a minute and he revealed nothing. Before the pause became awkward, I said “Come on up neighbor. The front doors open, follow the sound of the TV.”

I opened the gate, stood up stretching, headed into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers, and threw some wings and potato skins into the oven. Dumping some tortilla chips into a bowl, I added some guacamole and salsa to the dipping bowls and put it out as I restarted the movie.

Soon Phil walked in and stopped to look at the screen. “Bikini Bistro. Great movie. I mean who the hell can hate a move that lets you see tits like those?” as he gestured to a topless Isabelle Fortea who was about to fuck some steroid case.

“I know right. Too bad the woman in my life hate it. I can’t watch it when any of them are around,” I replied.

He looked at me strangely for a second then shrugged his shoulders. “I hate to interrupt your ‘me’ time, but your girls are at my house having some girl on girl time with Suzette, so I figured I head over here meet the new cock on the block.”

Phil was smirking at me as he spoke and he thought he was being cute with his wordplay. Girl on Girl time, so the girls were dyking out with each other at his house and he wanted to come over and rub it in. That got me thinking. Were Emily and Suzette sucking cock together with Phil’s approval? I fought back a smile as I imagined myself on the receiving end of a mother/daughter BJ.

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind and I had to see if I was right. I needed an excuse so I said, “before you got here I was headed to the wiz palace, so make yourself at home and I’ll be right back.” I headed upstairs and ran into my man cave. Pulling up the video clips I shot through the window, I noticed something. On a few occasions, I was able to see the man’s forearm. On that forearm, there was a tattoo of a semi-naked woman. The details were hard to make out. Mainly because I wasn’t into hairy forearms, so I never focused the camera on that. But after seeing it several times, I was sure I was right.

I stood there in shock and a bit of awe. My neighbor was not only fucking his hot wife but his daughter and my daughters as well.

Quickly I brought up the live feed from that camera. From what I could see, three girls were standing in profile. All I could see was thigh to shoulder. The front girl was only showing her rump, and the back girl was inserting a strap on into the middle girl. As the middle girl thrust back to meet the toy entering her I could see she was also wearing a strap on fucking whoever was in front of her. I desperately wanted to run over there to see this in person. Instead, I made sure the camera would stay on and capture everything and returned to my guest.

As I came down the stairs, it was my turn to smirk at him. “So the girls are at your house fucking around with your wife?” I asked innocently.

Phil turned and stared at me as I put on my most innocent face. As he stared at me, I pointed to his arm. “Nice tattoo,” I said, knowing I was right. This fucker had probably fucked my daughters like he was diyarbakır seks hikayeleri fucking his. “Does it stand for anything?” I asked.

“It was the unofficial mascot of this bar in P.I., I mean the…”

“The Philippines?” I asked incredulously. Were you a squid?” I asked.

“I was in the canoe club for 6 years,” he told me.

“I did four myself,” I replied. We raised our beers in salute to each other and then sat and silently watched until the movie ended. Once the credits started to roll we broke out a six-pack and moved out to the patio. We sat in the warm afternoon air swapping sea stories, telling salacious jokes and just being men, and becoming friends.

After we killed the six-pack, Phil looked at me. “I had an ulterior motive for coming over.” He looked at me very intently. “I’m building a custom cabinet and I want to have some inlay. I bought some Bocote to make the doors. I tried to make the cutouts with my router, but it wasn’t designed for what I need and I ruined about 12 board feet.”

“Damn! That smarts. That’s gotta be what $400…$500 of wood?” I asked, knowing that the rare wood was one of the most expensive in the world. “So what can I do for you?”

“I need to use a CNC machine to do what I want. I was hoping to come by your shop Monday and get the pieces cut. I have the diagrams you’d need.”

“Picking up my phone I glanced at the production schedule, both the shops and the TV crews. The CNC was only going to be cutting pieces for our stock items. Nothing that couldn’t wait. “Sure,” I agreed. “Come by first thing and we’ll get you taken care of.”

I stood up to go get another couple of beers, but Phil’s phone chimed. Picking it up he looked at it. “Sorry, Denny I have to go. Suzette needs me for something.”

I stood up and walked him to the door. As we shook hands, he pulled me in close, “Denny! Remember, you are the man of the house. It’s your castle. Don’t let the women tell you what you can and can’t do in your home. Man up and take charge.” He let go of my hand and walked away.

I shut the door behind him, cleaned up, and started dinner. Jane was visiting her sister and the girls told me that they were spending the night at Emily’s because they had a beach day planned on Saturday. Rikki and I hadn’t had a lot of alone time in the last few weeks and tonight she was coming home for a while.

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I picked her up at the airport and when she got off the plane, I grabbed her in my arms, picked her up, and swung her around. She held me tight and kissed me passionately. I was glad she was home. Ever since Jane and Claire moved in Rikki had been traveling and only spent 3 or 4 nights at home.

As I drove us home, we chatted about her job and how the show was progressing. The producers were happy and the disruptions I had expected were minimal. The only thing I was concerned about was the fact that both Lizzy and Claire were vying for the attention of my shop assistant, Kyle. The producers thought it would make for great TV, but adding Kyle into the mix of the sexual shenanigans I was recording and planned on participating in soon, would complicate things, or so I thought.

We got home and decided to postpone dinner and have some dessert first. I picked up Rikki and carried her to our bedroom, our mouths plastered to each other, our tongues dancing the cha-cha as I navigated my way up the stairs and into our bedroom.

Kicking the door closed I put her on the bed and knelt in front of her. She slid up her dress revealing she was naked underneath. I could see she was already wet and I began to kiss her thighs. “OOH Denny,” she moaned as my hands slid under her ass and began to squeeze the toned and tanned cheeks.

She laid back as my tongue penetrated her vulva, seeking the moistness inside. Rikki grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into her. I slid one of my fingers into her crack and began to tease that sexy rosebud of hers as I started to lick her from bed sheet to naval. Her legs opened wider and she groaned, “Fuck me, baby, I need your cock.”

Never one to deny a woman’s request, I stood up and unbuckled my belt. Pulling it out, I folded it in half. “Were you a good girl while you were away?” I asked, slapping the belt lightly into my hand. Rikki shuddered at the sound and said, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” as she winked at me. Just the thought of her doing a Bell boy as she had threatened to, got me harder than I had been in years.

I grabbed her legs and rolled her over. “Tell me what you did you nasty slut or else…” I slapped the belt together as hard as I could making Rikki jump.

“Not a chance,” she replied, lifting her ass to me. Do your worst, I’ll never tell!” Shrugging my shoulders, I raised the belt and brought it down onto her ass.

“Fuck,” she said, “Is that all you’ve got,” wriggling her cute naked ass at me.

Not liking being challenged, I raised the belt again and this time I didn’t hold back. I brought it down on her ass as hard as I could.

“OHHH FUUUUCCKKKK!” Rikki screamed as I brought the belt down a second and third time. With each strike, I could see her ass get redder and redder. My dick was getting harder and as the third stroke of the belt hit her tender flesh, I drove my cock deep into her.

“Now tell me what you did you slut or I will begin to spank you, not like those love taps I gave you,” as I pummeled her dripping pussy with my cock.

Rikki grunted in pleasure as my cock slid in and out of her. “I’ll never tell you. The bond between a woman and her side dick is sacred.” She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Do your worst.”

I began to rain down blows on her ass, as I pulled my dick from her cunt and rammed it into her ass. I had only had anal sex one other time in my life, that was with Jane. I wondered why I had never tried it before, the feeling was amazing.

As I fucked her ass and watched the belt strike her cheeks, which were turning black and blue, I once again demanded, “tell me what you did you nasty whore,” as I switched the belt to my other arm.

Rikki finally acquiesced. “There was this one bell boy… fuck my shithole…, he was very young maybe 19 if that old. Yes, baby pound my ass. He was Brazilian about 6’4″ and 200 pounds of muscle. SOOO GOOOOODDDDDD!” Her breathing was getting ragged and I knew from experience she was close to cumming.

As I listened to her words, I could feel my dick growing. “He was very attentive and took real good care of me.” She said as she started to slam her ass back to meet my thrusts. “He…he…he…FUCK I’M CUUMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!” she bellowed as I felt liquid spray against my thighs. I looked down and saw my wife’s cunt spraying liquid onto me. That was all it took, I started to groan which escalated to a roar as my dick exploded in her ass and fired gallons and gallons of cum into her bowels.

My knees went weak and I felt myself falling, my dick still spraying cum as it was torn out of her ass. Rikki quickly spun herself around and slid off the bed taking the last few spurts on her face and tits. As my cum flow slowed to a dribble, she took my still hard cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick it, cleaning our commingled juices off of it, and keeping me hard. After teasing me for a bit, she let my dick pop out of her mouth.

Kissing my cheek, she said, “Holy fuck that was intense.” I just nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

We lay there for a while, recovering, just holding and listening to each other’s heartbeats as they slowed down.

“So what else happened between you and your Brazilian stud,” I asked, pulling her closer.

Rikki laughs, “NO way lover, my ass can’t take another beating like that, at least not for a day or two” she replied. But I need some food, I’m famished.”

I nodded my head and helped her stand up. As she stood over me, I saw her ass had turned an ugly shade of purple. Feeling a bit ashamed I stood up and took her in my arms. “Did I go too far?” I asked, not sure what came over me. I had never thought of spankings as sexy or wanted to hit a woman before.

Seeing the worry in my eyes, Rikki took my hand and kissed me. “No way Denny. It was perfect. Not something I want all the time, but I loved it. Best Orgasm EVER! Now stop being silly and let’s go eat.

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Watching Rikki squirm in her seat and the tears dripping from her eyes as she tried to get comfortable on her bruised buttocks, made me feel even more ashamed and a bit guilty. At one point Rikki excused herself to use the bathroom, and her scream of pain as she sat down haunts me to this day.

While waiting for her to return, I googled how to treat a bruised ass. According to WebMD, all the only treatment was to take a bath in a whirlpool, then numb the area with an ice massage. After 48 hours use heat instead of ice. As I put my phone away, Rikki returned and I could see she was truly crying now.

Smiling at me through the tears running down her face, she said: “Well one good thing, my legs will get a good workout from squatting instead of sitting for the next few days, until the pain fades.”

“Go get in the Jacuzzi, I’ll clean up and then help make some of the pain go away,” I told her, standing up and hugging her. Rikki held me tight and kissed me. We held each other for a bit, then Rikki began to gingerly walk away. As she climbed the stairs, her voice floated down to me “I always knew you could be a pain in the ass, but damn, Denny…”

I cracked up as she climbed out of my view, then I got all the dishes into the dishwasher and made sure the downstairs was locked up. Grabbing a small cooler from the garage, I filled it with the ice. I threw some Ziploc bags, a few dish towels, and an ace bandage onto a tray.

I went upstairs with my medical gear and entered our bedroom. I lit some incense and started a relaxing soundscape app that Rikki loved. I set up my makeshift ER and then went into the bathroom to check on her.

Rikki was lying in the tub with her eyes closed. I reached down and caressed her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. “I was drifting off,” she said, looking at me adoringly. “When you’re done, come lay down on the bed and I’ll give you a massage,” I told her.

“That sounds so nice,” she replied and offered me her hand. I helped her stand up and led her into the bedroom. She saw the dim lights, smelled the incense, and heard the music. “You do love me,” she said, kissing me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close to me. “I always will,” I told her. “You are now and always will be my wife and my first love.”

She sighed and leaned into me. “I love you too,” she said to me as her hand lightly brushed against my cock. Kissing the top of her head, I smiled as a tear formed in my eye, I felt guilty for fucking Jane, lusting for my daughters and the neighbors.

Rikki settled down on the bed and sighed. I told her, “First I’m going to rub ice on your delectable derriere to numb it, then I’ll massage it going up and down covering the rest of you from toes to temples.”

“Gentle! She warned. “It hurts like a motherfucker,” tensing up a bit.

I straddled her thighs and reached into the cooler for a few ice cubes. I lightly touch them to her bruised skin, grateful that it was just bruised, I hadn’t broken any skin. She jumped a bit as the ice made contact with the somewhat swollen cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating off them as I slowly and tenderly moved the ice over her soft skin.

Rikki moaned, “That feels nice,” she said, relaxing noticeably. As I watched the ice melt, the rivulets of water running down her skin, I felt myself growing hard again. I watched as a rivulet of water snaked its way down the lovely curve of her well-formed ass until it’s winding path led it into the grandest canyon I had ever seen. Rikki let out a barely audible gasp as the cold water hit her inflamed bunghole.

I began to feed that particular flow with the melting ice allowing the trickle to grow into a steady stream of ice water running between her buns and over her pussy. Rikki moaned in pleasure, so I added more ice to my hands and increased pressure a bit. Rikki lifted her hips and slid a pillow under her abdomen which increased the water flow over her already damp pussy.

I smiled and continued to rub ice into her ass as goose pimples began to pop up as the unmarked parts of her bottom started to turn blue, matching my hands.

Dropping the ice into a trash can, I turned around so that I was facing her long supple legs and I shifted my position a bit to make sure I didn’t add any weight on her already abused ass. I lifted her right leg and pulled her foot toward me. I kissed the tip of each toe and began by pressing my thumbs into the balls of her foot.

Rikki sighed contentedly and I began to run my fingers along the soles of her foot. I continued to massage her foot and slowly worked my way up to her ankle and calf. I lowered her leg and repeated the process on the other one.

Rikki was moaning in pleasure and I could feel the wet spot on the bed growing under my legs. Since there was no ice in use, it had to be her fluids soaking the sheets.

Once I was done with her legs, I climbed off her to start working on her thighs. Rikki rolled onto her side and looked up at me. “Make love to me Denny,” she pleaded.

Without a word, I dropped my pants and her eyes locked onto my erect shaft. I slid into bed next to Rikki and laid on my side. Her hand found my shaft and urgently pulled it into her pussy. We laid there joined at the pelvis just enjoying the connection we had, looking into each other’s eyes.

I slowly began to push my hips forward and Rikki was biting her lip as her arms encircled me. We began a very slow, torturous rhythm savoring being together. Her hands were on the back of my neck and she was staring into my eyes as I firmly but slowly pushed my dick into her pussy.

She gasped as I sank my cock into her until our waists were pressed together. Then I began slowly sliding out of her and she moaned. We continued like this for almost an hour moving slowly and pausing periodically so neither of us would cum and spoil the intensity of our lovemaking.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed into Rikki one final time, she nodded yes and I exploded in her cunt filling her with my cream. Her eyes closed and she spasmed around my cock. We stayed in that position until we fell asleep, my dick inside her pussy.

The next morning, Saturday, I woke up first and hated to get up, but if I didn’t, I would make the sheets even wetter than I did last night. After taking care of business, I returned to our bedroom and slipped on my robe. Rikki was still asleep. She had shifted while I relieved my bladder. The sheets only covered her to her knees. She was laying on her side, her top leg bent hiding her mons from view, and her arm was stretched out covering her breast. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Grabbing my phone I snapped several pictures from different angles.

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