Chapter 2

The next morning, Mark woke up early and went to the living room, where Lisa was still asleep on the couch. He paused to look at her for a moment, then got ready for work and left the house.

He called his parents and asked if Jake could stay over at their place on Friday, as he often did. Jake loved spending the night at his grandparents’ house.

That evening, Mark returned from work to find Lisa cooking dinner in the kitchen while Jake did his homework upstairs.

“Your parents called and invited Jake for a sleepover on Friday,” Lisa said.

“Great. He loves sleeping there. It’ll be good for him,” Mark replied, pleased that his plan was on track.

The next morning at work, Mark took out his phone and texted Coach Davis:

“Send Lisa a message about a parent meeting on Friday evening at seven. Talk about training routines and the tournament. Make it sound convincing.”

Davis replied immediately:

“Ok.”

Later that morning, Lisa’s phone buzzed. She picked it up and read the message from Coach Davis:

Hi. I would like to meet with you guys this Friday at 7 PM to discuss Jake's training routines and the upcoming tournament. Please let me know if this works for you two. Coach Davis

Lisa stared at the message and forwarded it to Mark.

After five minutes, Mark replied, “Ok, let's see what he has to say,” knowing full well he wouldn’t be attending the meeting.

Lisa typed back, "Friday at 7 PM works," and followed up with their home address.

That afternoon Mark came home early while Lisa took Jake to practice. The house was empty, and it was the perfect opportunity for Mark to set up what he wanted.

As an optical engineer and co-founder of a rising startup specializing in AI-driven surveillance, Mark had access to technology far beyond standard home security systems.

He retrieved two compact, high-definition AI cameras from his work bag, sleek, lens-like devices no larger than a golf ball. Using a simple app on his phone, he discreetly mounted one on the living room corner bookshelf, angled perfectly toward the couch and coffee table. The second went into the master bedroom, hidden inside a small plant pot on the dresser. Both cameras had night vision, audio capture, and real-time AI behavior analysis.

He tested the feeds on his laptop. Crystal clear. Motion and voice alerts would go directly to his phone.

Friday arrived, and Lisa was bustling around the house. She wanted everything to look welcoming. She set out a small tray with homemade cookies, a cheese platter, and a pitcher of iced tea. She changed into a casual but nice blouse and touched up her makeup. She wanted Coach Davis to feel comfortable, more than just a routine parent meeting.

At 6:30 PM, Mark sent the text.

“Sorry, hon. The investor meeting just got moved up. Startup funding stuff, can't miss it. Won't be home until 11 PM at the earliest. Go ahead with Coach Davis without me. Let me know how it goes.“

Lisa read the message, and her mind began to race.

I will be alone with Coach Davis. Mark won’t be back until late, and Jake is staying at his grandparents' until tomorrow.

The realization settled over her. There were no interruptions. No excuses. Just the two of them, alone in a quiet house, for hours.

She stood in the kitchen, staring at the iced tea pitcher, but not really seeing it. Her thoughts had drifted somewhere else entirely.

Mark was sitting in his office watching the camera feed on his laptop.

She looked at her watch. “18:48. It's now or never”

The camera analytics showed Lisa's heart rate increases.

“Fuck it, I am doing it for my son," she decided eventually.

Lisa ran back to her room

The bedroom camera showed an image of Lisa checking her sexy looks.She put on tight blue jeans, a matching shirt, and a deep V-shape underneath that showed a big cleavage. She looked in the mirror and said to herself, "Fuck Carol, she doesn't stand a chance."

Mark's heart was racing, he knew what was going to happen.

At exactly 7:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Lisa walked to the front door, smoothed her hair, and opened it with a warm smile.

"Coach Davis. Please, come in."

Davis was a tall, athletic man in his 30s; he held a small notebook. He looked friendly but focused.

"Thanks for having me. And Mark? Is he joining us?", pretending as if he did not know Mark was in his office.

Lisa shook her head. "Last-minute work meeting. It's just you and me tonight."

The coach nodded. "No problem. We'll fill him in later."

Lisa invited Davis to the kitchen, where they chatted a little , Lisa was especially friendly, making sure Davis felt comfortable beside her, she paid attention as Davis eyes drifted every several seconds to her cleavage.

They moved into the living room. Lisa gestured to the couch. "Have a seat. I made some snacks."

Coach Davis sat down, setting his notebook on the coffee table. Lisa sat beside him, closer than necessary, but not so close that it seemed obvious. The AI cameras automatically zoomed slightly, tracking both faces, analyzing expressions, and estimating heart rates through subtle facial color changes. On Mark's laptop screen, two small graphs appeared: one for Lisa, one for Davis. Both showed elevated readings.

"So," Davis began, flipping open his notebook, "Jake's has improved, but his sprint form still needs work. I'd like to add two extra drills per week."

Lisa nodded, but she wasn't really listening. Her mind was elsewhere, How do I pull a move on him?

She shifted in her seat, leaning forward slightly as if to look at his notebook. The movement caused the loose V-neck of her shirt to gape open, revealing more of her cleavage. She didn't adjust it. Instead, she let the fabric hang, noticing how Davis's eyes flickered down for half a second before snapping back to his notes.

Good, she thought. He noticed.

They continued to chat for several minutes, and then Lisa walked back into the living room carrying two glasses of whiskey and a bowl of popcorn she had quickly microwaved. She set them on the coffee table and sat hisdown, this time closer than before, her knee touching Davis's thigh.

"Would you like to see the Lakers game tonight?" She suggested

Davis glanced at the TV, then back at her. "I wasn't planning to, but..." He shrugged, grinning. "I'm not in a rush."

Lisa grabbed the remote and turned on the game. The bright colors of the court filled the screen, and the sound of the crowd echoed through the living room. For the next several minutes, they chatted easily about basketball, favorite players, and more while eating popcorn and drinking.

But all the while, Lisa's mind was working.

She remembered what Mark had said: "Giving him something better than what Carol is already giving him."

“A handjob would not be enough," she thought to herself.

It was time to make the move, she thought.

The game was in the second quarter, but neither of them was really watching. Lisa reached out and grabbed a handful of popcorn. She brought it to her mouth slowly. deliberately as she lifted her hand, a few kernels slipped from her fingers and tumbled downward, disappearing into the cleavage.

She froze for a moment, then let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Oops," she said, looking down at her chest, then slowly raising her eyes to meet Davis's. She didn't move to retrieve the popcorn. She just waited, her lips slightly parted, her gaze heavy with intention.

Davis looked at her. Then he looked at where the popcorn had fallen, nestled between the soft curves of her tits, clearly visible against her skin.

He smiled, not nervously this time. His eyes darkened.

"Do you need any help?" he asked, his voice lower than before, rougher around the edges.

Lisa held his gaze. Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain he could see it. But she didn't look away.

"Yes," she said softly. "Can you eat them for me?"

Davis knew it was an invitation. There was no mistaking it now. No pretending. No innocent explanation.

He leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull back. She didn't. Her breathing quickened, but she stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked on his.

He reached out with one hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder, letting his fingers trail down her arm. Then he lowered his gaze to her chest.

"Here?" he asked, his mouth hovering inches from her skin.

Lisa nodded, barely able to speak. "Yes."

Davis dipped his head and pressed his lips to the edge of her shirt. His tongue darted out, retrieving one of the popcorn kernels. He pulled back slightly, chewed it, and swallowed, never breaking eye contact.

Lisa let out a shaky exhale.

"There's more," she whispered.

Davis smiled again and lowered his mouth a second time, this time lingering longer, his lips brushing against the soft swell of her breast as he retrieved another kernel.

On the laptop screen in Mark's office, the AI camera flashed a bright red alert; it was the first time he saw his wife letting someone touch her, and his heart was pounding hard with excitement.

Inside the living room, Lisa tilted her head back against the couch and closed her eyes.

Davis continued licking her nipples, squeezing Lisa’s tits; she wanted to stop, but it felt too good to stop.

He reached for Lisa's hand and held it, then slid it over his pants. Lisa could feel his semi-erected dick under his pants; it felt much bigger than her husband's.

Davis helped Lisa unzip his pants and then pushed her hand into them, slowly letting her touch his black dick.

Lisa wanted to see what it looked like after she touched it. She couldn't believe how big Davis's dick was.

Mark sat in his office watching on his laptop screen how Lisa slowly pulled Davis’s black dick out of his pants, he zoomed in, it was huge, probably 13 inches, Mark thought to himself.

It was obvious to Mark how Lisa was amazed by the size of his dick , Davis tilted his head back against the couch and saw how Lisa was gazing at his big black dick as if hypnotized.

Lisa started stocking Davis's dick as it became harder and harder , Mark zoomed on her face, all he saw was a horny wife admiring a Black man’s dick, as if Davis were not there.

Mark zoomed in more , he could tell from Lisa's eyes that she wanted badly to suck Davis' black dick. Davis didn't have to do much; he put his hand on Lisa's back, and Lisa reacted instantly. She got down on his dick and began sucking.

Mark's hand moved down to his pants. Seeing his beautiful wife suck a Black man's huge dick with such pleasure made him excited. He felt like it was watching a porn movie he directed but still not knowing what to expect.

Davis held Lisa’s head as she sucked his dick harder and harder; the camera showed his heart rate was going up, and Mark could tell that soon Davis was about to reach climax.

Suddenly Davis pulled his dick from Lisa’s mouth and said, "Get on your knees."

Lisa obeyed instantly, as if wanting more of his black dick. Davis stroked his dick hard, aiming at Lisa’s face. Mark zoomed the camera closer to get the best view he could; it was obvious that Davis was going to shoot his load on his wife's face.

Mark never came on his wife's face, but the thought of her letting someone else cum on her made his dick hard. He knew it would happen in a matter of seconds.

Mark was sure Lisa would close her eyes and mouth as Davis began to moan, but her reaction surprised him.

"Giving him something better than what Carol is already giving him" echoed in her mind.

"Cum in my mouth," she said with excitement while holding his dick with both hands pointed at her mouth.

Davis burst instantly; his load filled Lisa’s mouth more than she could hold.

Mark zoomed more, seeing how his wife swallowed every drop of Davis’s cum, draining his balls empty.

He could not believe how slutty Lisa could be. It was the first time in years Mark felt so excited about Lisa; he wanted to see more, much more.

Davis left the house soon after. Mark saw Lisa go into their bedroom, where she was looking at herself in the mirror and smiling. Mark thought to himself, "She liked it."

It was 11:30 PM, and Lisa was already asleep. Mark came back and took a quick shower before joining her. She turned around to face him, half asleep, and said good night.

Mark could smell Davis's cum coming from Lisa's breath.

“Good night, Lisa," he said and hugged her.