“Mike,” Jasmine says as she opens her door. “Next week, are we going to watch them as they’re doing it?” she asks. I hadn’t really thought about that.
“Unless we can find something else to do,” I answer and her responding smile is absolutely radiant.
“I’m kind of morbidly curious,” she says. “But kind of appalled, too.”
“I feel the same,” I assure her, although I do kind of wonder what this Stephanie woman looks like to entice these three men away from their sexy wives.
The next week is like a blur. Barbara calls for a progress update and I thank her for talking to Jasmine. She lingers on the phone after I explain what’s happening next Thursday. I think she’s waiting for an invitation but I just tell her I’ll call her next Friday and let her know how it went. Jasmine and I text all week and except for not being able to see her, it’s almost like old times.
When Thursday finally arrives, Jasmine and I follow the same routine as before except this time, I’m walking down the street, or at least pretending to, when the garage door opens. As soon as the SUV drives away, I run to the garage and slip under the door.
The kitchen is clean and she’s put some snacks on the coffee table in the living room. They must start here before heading to the bedroom. I quickly climb the stairs, go into the front bedroom and plant the camera on the dresser exactly where I had it last week. There is enough clutter on the dresser that I’m hoping it will obscure the view of the camera.
“How’s it look,” I ask when Jasmine answers her phone.
“Just like before. I can see everything,” she says. “Now get out of there.”
“On my way!” I respond, racing down the stairs and through the living room. I can’t believe my good fortune when the chain on the back door isn’t hooked. Slipping out onto the patio, I find my way around the house and open the side gate.
“Is it clear?” I ask.
“No cars in either direction,” Jasmine responds. I jog over to the car and jump in the driver’s seat.
“Keep the laptop closed until they pull into the garage,” I say but she’s one step ahead of me.
“God, I’m so nervous,” Jasmine says. I’m about to reassure her when headlights appear at the end of the street. We scrunch down in our seats while watching the garage door open and the SUV disappearing inside.
“Okay, here we go,” I say, opening the laptop and staring at the empty bedroom.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” Jasmine whispers. “Do we have to watch it?” I think about her question for a minute before answering. We’re recording so I can always watch it later but…
“We have to monitor it in case they spot the camera,” I answer tentatively, assessing her response. I set the laptop on the passenger side floor and tilt the screen so I can still see it but it doesn’t light up the inside of the car.
“Oh, right,” Jasmine says, seemingly lost in thought. “Well, I don’t have to watch it,” she says, smiling as she traces her fingers up my jean covered thigh. “If I remember correctly, watching interracial sex makes you very hard,” she teases. I laugh at the memory of Jasmine and I watching her boyfriend and my date having sex in the backyard at a party. I did get pretty turned on.
“I don’t need any outside stimulation to make me hard when I’m with you,” I respond, kissing her on the mouth. Jasmine is squeezing my hard cock through my jeans when we’re startled by a voice coming from the laptop’s tiny speaker.
“How come you’re always first, Reggie?” A female voice asks. Both of our heads pivot towards the sound.
“Because I refuse to eat your pussy after those other lunkheads have filled it full of cum,” Uncle Reggie answers. “And you know how much I love the sweet taste of your pussy,” he purrs. They are stripping off their clothes as they speak and I watch Stephanie hang up her blouse and start to unfasten the clasp on her bra.
“Eww,” Jasmine says. “I don’t want to see my Uncle Reggie’s junk.” She turns her head away. “You watch it and I’ll just play with this,” she says, tugging at my belt and unfastening my jeans. I raise my ass so Jasmine can pull my jeans down, springing my hard cock free.
“Hmmm,” Jasmine teases. “You seem to like watching naked white women,” she adds as she lowers her head and licks around the dome of my cockhead.
“I like what you’re doing,” I answer but I’m still watching the camera feed on the laptop. Stephanie has shrugged out of her bra and released her sizable breasts with a flirtatious shake. It’s hard to tell but she appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with long blonde hair and an hourglass figure — large breasts, flat stomach and curvy hips.
“Do all white women shave?” Jasmine asks, glancing at the screen as Stephanie finishes peeling off her lacy thong, revealing a smooth pussy mound. She didn’t say anything about the substantial boner her uncle is sporting.
“It’s not just white women,” I answer too quickly.
“Barbara?” Jasmine asks, raising her head to look at me but keeping her hand slowly moving on my cock.
“She had a unique style to hers,” I smile as I watch Stephanie get settled on the bed and Reggie crawl up between her legs.
“Would you like it if mine was shaved like that?” Jasmine asks but before I can answer Stephanie’s voice comes booming from the laptop.
“Oh yeah, Reggie! Eat my pussy!” she cries.
“Do we have to have the sound up?” Jasmine asks, raising an eyebrow to me as she peeks at the screen.
“No, you can turn it down,” I answer. She reaches over and taps the volume button, eliminating the sound, and then resumes her playful licking of my cock.
I lean back and enjoy Jasmine’s extra slow teasing of my cock while I watch Reggie eat Stephanie to a bed-thrashing orgasm. He flips her over and she pushes up on her hands and knees while he kneels behind her. Jasmine is lightly stroking the sides of my cock while she gently sucks on my engorged cockhead. Reggie positions his thick black cock behind Stephanie. The camera view is from the side and I can’t tell if he’s fucking her pussy or her ass but it might be her ass because it’s taking him a while to get it all the way in.
God! This is surreal. Sitting in a car, with Jasmine playfully teasing my cock while I watch her uncle ass fuck his… what? His mistress? My cock is rock hard and I can feel the tension build.
“Keep that up and you’ll have a mouthful,” I warn her.
“Isn’t that the idea?” she says, giving a quick glance at the laptop. “Are you enjoying the show?” she teases while corkscrewing her hand up and down my rigid shaft.
“I’m just monitoring this in case they spot the camera,” I say jokingly. “I’m enjoying what you’re doing.”
“Good answer,” she laughs before sliding my cock back into her warm mouth. Between Jasmine’s prolonged teasing and the erotic images on the laptop, a slow burning tension amasses in my dick and I feel like I could shoot a hole in the roof. Jasmine’s tongue continues to torment my hard, throbbing cock while Reggie and Stephanie pound their way through to a violent climax.