Abby Gets Recognized

Eleven downloads. My heart was racing.

I’d uploaded a new video of my wife getting pounded.

The camera was pointed at her face, tits bouncing while I fucked her doggy style. She was moaning, crying out every time I slammed against her tight little ass.

“Ohhhh fuck! Yes, daddy! Thank you, daddy! Oh my god, yesyesyes! Fuck me daddy!!!”

She squealed as I creampied her. I leaned forward, my face still out of view, and grabbed the camera so I could film the pull out. My cock slid slowly out of her, cum dripping down as I moved closer to her cum-stuffed hole. I flipped her over. She lay on her back, hair disheveled, smiling.

“Say it,” I commanded.

“I got creampied,” she smiled, reaching down to her pussy. She ran her fingers over herself and brought them up to her mouth, tasting my cum, licking every last drop off her fingers.

Seventeen downloads.

I stroked my dick in front of the computer, knowing I had to pull it down soon. Eighteen downloads. Nineteen. Twenty.

I’d been doing this for a couple years now. I knew people were saving her. It was a miracle she hadn’t been recognized yet. Of course, she knew about none of it.

A private message appeared in the bottom corner of my screen.

“Does Abby know you share her?”

My heart stopped. I’d never used her real name before.

She got recognized.

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I muttered, quickly deleting the post. 23 downloads.

A new message.

“lol I already saved it. I have a couple dozen photos and videos of Abby.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Another message. “Is she your girl?”

“ex-gf,” I replied quickly. “We broke up a long time ago.”

I knew she’d shared nudes with her ex. I wasn’t sure if he’d ever made sex tapes, but the lie held water.

“That’s funny that you recognize her, though,” I texted through gritted teeth, my heart pounding. “Where do you know her from?”

“She went to my high school. One grade below me. We weren’t friends or anything. I just recognized her haha.”

I relaxed a bit. At least it wasn’t someone she knew well. At least, assuming he was telling the truth. Hopefully, nothing would come of it.

My cock was still hard. I reread the messages, stroking to the thought of Abby being exposed.

After that first scare, I slowly began to relax.