How I met John

Before I start, yes I might've accepted it in the midst of a passionate moment, meaning I wasn't what you would call sound of mind. That being said, Why not? There is no real reason not to accept it. I like sex, and my time with Lydia was great, even more than great, it was the best thing to ever happen to me. Sure, I was manipulated by that goddess in a weak moment, but I still stand by that decision. In fact, this was the best decision I had ever made, it may be frowned upon in some circles, but as long as all parties involved get nothing but pleasure from it, is that really such a bad decision?

Anyway, John, by far the biggest dick I have ever met. I don't mean the person, John is sweet and gentle, even though you can argue I was his and his wife's sex ****, I never felt owned, I always felt my decisions to be my own, even if I was nudged towards them sometimes. I dreaded the first time I would meet John, Lydia would surprise me from time to time, it wasn't that uncommon to have her join me in the shower unannounced, or feel her hand on my bosom while I do something on my laptop, provided by the couple by the way because my old one was on the bottom of the river. It didn't bother me, I enjoyed spending time with her.

John wasn't in the country when I moved in the apartment, he just watched us through the feed in the building. I learnt that there were cameras not only in my apartment, but in the whole building, including the roof. This I learnt after a fairly passionate sex on the roof with a tourist, apparently we were positioned right above a camera, giving the couple a great view of the creampie he gave me. A shame, since I tried really hard to set a camera to shoot it for them on the rooftop, they liked when I experimented new things, but it was still fun. As a side note, I know it sounds too 1984ish, but I had control over the cameras, I could chose what do they see or not. I was rewarded the control after the story on the roof, and I have to say, the shot of the creampie was very hot.

One evening, about a month since I moved in, I was lying on the sofa watching a film. I was absently fingering myself, it wasn't a real masturbation session, but rather just an automatic thing I did now. It wasn't uncommon for me to have a dildo or a buttplug in me these days, or me having to caress myself gently, not because I lacked sexual encounters, I can't really explain why.

I heard a knock on the door, switching to the door camera on my tablet showed me a tall blond man, with fine features. I didn't recognize him, I don't remember ever fucking such a handsome man, and I think I should have remembered if I did. 'Yes?' I asked the door as I approached, 'It's John, Lydia's husband' the man behind the door replied. Were I wearing any underpants, my heart would've fallen to my panties. 'I'm naked!' I called, not sure why since this man must've watched me in my most intimate and underdressed states. 'Alright, I'll wait for you to get dressed' he answered, also unexpected for the reason I stated previously.

Instead of rushing to find the best clothes I can to make a good impression on my, let's call him owner, I just opened the door. I tried to make a sexy pose, one leg a bit up and forward, an arm above, showing my curves as best as I could. 'That's a lovely sight, but I was serious, I'll wait for you to get dressed if you want.'