I Installed Cameras at the House Under Construction and Saw My Wife with Another Man

Mara inherited the village house from a spinster aunt she adored. Along with the land, in a village in the mountains of León, came a little stone house and some money. My wife had spent every summer of her childhood there, so she didn’t hesitate: we’d fix it up and keep it for ourselves. From our apartment it was barely an hour and a half away, and the best part was that the house stood apart, with no neighbors in sight, hidden behind a row of poplars.

The only bureaucratic condition was to add another room, because the original house had only one. With the permits in hand, an acquaintance recommended a local builder. We met him one Saturday to explain the work, and from the moment he got out of the van he couldn’t take his eyes off Mara.

The truth is I wasn’t surprised. My wife had just turned thirty-seven and was still in magnificent shape: shoulder-length brown hair, firm hips, big breasts that morning hanging free under a tank top, no bra. We’d slept there the night before, and she was wandering around in shorts, freshly up.

Rubén, the builder, didn’t know where to look. And she, far from being shy, started moving around the yard with the shamelessness I knew all too well. He was about our age, tall, broad-shouldered, with that body shaped by labor and not by the gym. When he left, I pointed at the bulge that had formed in his pants.

—You really put the poor guy through it —I said, laughing.

—Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about —she replied, with a laugh that gave her away.

The work started that same week, and I stopped by now and then to see how it was going. A few days later, Rubén called me: they’d been robbed and some tools were missing. We decided to install an alarm, and a friend set up a few cameras for me, inside and out, that I could control from my phone. At the time it seemed like just a security measure.

One Friday we went up planning to stay the weekend. When we arrived, Rubén was with another worker I didn’t know.

—This is Diego —he said—. Nico’s on leave, so he’s giving me a hand with what’s left.

Diego was even bigger than Rubén, dark-skinned and with a shaved head. He shook my hand firmly while smiling and, out of the corner of his eye, he took in Mara from head to toe. It was obvious Rubén had already told him about her.

When they left, Mara turned to me with shining eyes.

—My God, what a pair of men.

—Here we go —I said—. And one of them’s new too. I can see you coming from miles away.

—But I haven’t said anything! —she protested, laughing her head off.

—No need to. I know you.

***

We spent the afternoon tidying up the finished part, and after dinner we sat on the porch. The pool was almost done, and Mara was fantasizing out loud about swimming naked with no one around. She was next to me and, while we talked, her hand settled on my crotch.

—You know what else you can do here? —she murmured, with that mischievous smile that announces everything.

She didn’t give me time to answer. She slipped her hand under my pants and grabbed me just as I was starting to react. We kissed without her taking it out, while I stroked one breast through the fabric. Within seconds she straddled me, grinding against me, and took her own shirt off.

I took her breasts in my hands, buried my face between them, and ran my tongue over her nipples until they hardened. Mara slid down, first standing, then on her knees between my legs, and freed my erection to slip it between her breasts while she licked the tip with calculated slowness.

—You like that, don’t you? —she asked, never taking her eyes off me.

—You know I do —I could barely answer.

She laid me back on the wooden bench and turned her body so I could reach her sex. I started by licking her all over, searching for the exact spot, while she devoured me with her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to shudder, with a long tremor running through her legs. She straightened up at once, sat on me in one smooth motion, and started riding me. When she leaned back, her breasts swayed over my face.

I grabbed her hips to get deeper inside until she came again. Then I put her on all fours on the bench, worked her over slowly with my tongue, and took her from behind. I gave her a couple of slaps on the ass while she stroked herself, and I ended up coming inside her, collapsed over her back, catching my breath under the village sky.

***

The noise from the work woke me the next morning. Rubén and Diego were working in shorts, both of them a spectacle of muscle. Mara appeared behind me and both of them’s eyes went straight to her. She offered coffee as naturally as could be, and when she went back inside, neither of them bothered hiding where they were looking.

Just then I got a call from work: I had to head down to the city, though I’d be back that night. Mara preferred to stay at the house so she wouldn’t have to go back and forth.

—Behave yourself —I told her when we said goodbye—. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do with me.

—You make it very easy for me —she replied, bursting out laughing—. Come on, go on, and don’t be long.

At the office, while I was going through papers, I remembered the cameras and, almost without thinking, opened the app. Mara was fussing around inside the house; Rubén and Diego were still outside. I went back to work, but a little later I saw movement in the yard: my wife came out into the sun wearing one of those tiny bikinis that leave nothing to the imagination.

I switched cameras just in time to see Rubén elbow Diego so he’d look. Neither of them took their eyes off her while she settled onto the lounger. I grabbed my phone and texted her.

At this rate they’ll never finish the job.

I watched her look at the phone and then lift her face toward the camera with a smile.

That’s not my fault, she replied.

Seated on the lounger, she unfastened the top and let it fall. Diego and Rubén nearly had their eyes pop out. Mara, knowing she was being watched by both cameras and by both men, started rubbing cream all over her breasts, cupping them with her hands in a slowness that was pure provocation.

—You’re getting me hot too —I texted her.

—That’s what you get for leaving me here alone —she answered.

After a while, Rubén drove off in the van and Diego was left alone. Mara got up, went inside for a moment, and came back out with a T-shirt and a cold beer she offered him. I watched him thank her and explain something about the work; she rested her hand on his arm while pointing at the wall. Poor Diego no longer knew where to look, and through the camera you could make out the bulge growing in his pants despite himself. Mara made no attempt to hide it either: she openly looked at his crotch.

—You’re killing him —I texted her.

She read the message, said something to Diego, and went back to the lounger, where she took off her T-shirt and lay down on her back. A little later she went inside the house, opened the bathroom window —the one that looked straight out onto the scaffolding— and undressed in front of him before stepping into the shower.

Diego stood there open-mouthed, his hand in his pants. He stayed that way for a while, until Mara said something and he dropped his tool and went in.

***

From the office, with the phone screen up and the office door closed, I watched him get into the shower with her. Diego’s hands went straight to her hips, and although Mara had her back to me, I could tell she was searching for him between their two bodies. She soaped him all over, rubbing against him, turning him on purpose so I could see him well.

Then she worked her way down, kissing his chest, until she was on her knees. Only then could I appreciate what size we were talking about. Mara grabbed him with both hands and there was still some left over. She licked her lips, said something that made him laugh, and started licking him from the thighs upward. No matter how hard she tried, not even half of it fit in her mouth, but she certainly put in the effort.

Diego lifted her up, spread her ass, and licked her from behind while she braced herself against the tiles. I couldn’t hear anything, but Mara’s face said it all. After a while he stepped out for a moment, naked and dripping wet, to the car, took something out of a backpack —a condom— and came back. He positioned her again from behind and entered her slowly. My wife’s expression changed completely, torn between pleasure and a touch of pain, staring straight at the camera, knowing I wasn’t missing a thing.

When the position wore them out, he took her to the bed. There I could see clearly how he went in and out while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then she got on top, hands on his chest, going up and down, until he slipped a finger into her from behind and Mara moved faster. I lost count of how many times she came. In the end she took off the condom and brought him to her mouth just in time to get everything in the face and hair.

She showered, gave him a couple of farewell licks, and Diego got dressed and went back to the scaffolding as if nothing had happened. Not even two minutes passed before Rubén showed up in the van, completely unaware of what had gone on.

***

I arrived that night and went straight to kiss her.

—What a piece of work you are —I whispered in her ear—. You really enjoyed that.

—And you, watching it? —she replied, with not a shred of guilt.

—That too. The kid’s got quite a package.

—I thought he was splitting me in two —she laughed—. Before he left, he told me that if I wanted, he could come by tomorrow to do some odd jobs.

—And?

—Well, tomorrow you’re here. I’ll catch him another day. And if Rubén finds out, he’ll die of envy: he hasn’t stopped saying that if he catches me, he’ll leave me dry.

—Then he’s going to be disappointed —I said, laughing.

—For now. Maybe I’ll keep stringing him along a little.

***

The next morning, Mara got up before I did, and from the bed I lay there dawdling until I heard a car pulling up. I peeked out the window: it was Diego, heading toward where they kept the tools. My wife went out to greet him in a flash, and even faster she had her hands on his crotch.

Within minutes she was crouched down, pulling his pants off, with his cock in her mouth. Diego looked toward the house, uneasy, and she said something that calmed him down. She crouched, slipped off his bikini bottoms, and took his breasts while Mara alternated between licking him and pressing him between them.

I watched everything from the bedroom, unseen, with my own hand already on my erection. He propped her against an outside table and took her from behind, slowly at first, then hard, and at last I could hear my wife’s moans and the crash of bodies. It didn’t take long for him to come.

She herself lay down on the table, legs spread, and Diego went in again while he squeezed her breasts. When he started growling that he was coming, he pulled out, took off the condom, and she finished him off with her hand over his belly. Then she knelt and cleaned him thoroughly. They talked for a moment, he got dressed, picked up what he’d come for, and left.

Mara came into the room naked and didn’t give me time for anything. I put her on all fours on the bed.

—Fuck, seeing you two got me so hard —I told her.

—I can tell. I’m still hot myself.

I worked her with my tongue and fingers, first on her sex and then from behind, where she almost never dared. I took her slowly while she moaned, and knowing I wouldn’t last long, I took a toy we kept in the bedside drawer.

I lay her on her back, went in from behind again, and slid the dildo into her sex at the same time.

—Like this! Both at once —she gasped.

—Wouldn’t you like it if it were him? —I whispered—. If you had both of us inside you?

—Yes... but don’t stop now.

She came again, every muscle tensed, squeezing me until I finished inside her. I stayed stretched out on top of her, not moving, until her legs stopped trembling.

—You got so worked up —she said afterward, still breathless—. Was it from seeing us both or from seeing him?

—Both —I admitted—. Though that doesn’t really happen to me.

—It would be hard to —she laughed—. That much is clear.

We showered, ate slowly, and went back to the city both satisfied: her, from what she had lived through; me, from everything I had seen from the other side of the screen.