Lara went to the bathroom to fetch a cold wash cloth and placed it on Uzoh’s forehead as he lay down.
“Uzoh, what happened!?” She wiped his forehead and realized he was in a deep sleep.
She shook him firmly and was able to get him to wake. His eyes opened slowly.
“Uzoh! My God! Are you okay?”
Lara was panicked. She made sure he wasn’t injured by checking his body for cuts or anything out of the ordinary. She couldn’t tell that anything was wrong other than she found him sleeping very soundly on the floor of the guest room. Just then, Uzoh sat up on his elbows.
“I must have rolled off the bed and onto the floor.” He shook his head getting himself to wake up.
“Let’s get you into bed and I will make you some pepper soup.” Lara helped Uzoh into the bed he rolled off of, tucked him in and went to the kitchen.
She returned with a bowl of pepper soup.
Uzoh sat up and listened to Lara lecture him.
“I’m concerned about you, Uzoh. You seem to be getting more and more tired and I haven’t been giving you enough treatments lately.”
Uzoh sat staring at Lara as she continued.
“I want you to stay at my house with us for a while. Tunde won’t care. In fact, I think he might be gay, or something, so I don’t think he will mind.”
Lara was speaking fast, still upset.
“Well, my darlin’, I am feeling weaker than usual. It’s not easy for me to say this, but all the sex we’ve had these past two weeks, in fact, the excitement you caused in general, is more than I have had in the last 20 years. I guess it just caught up with me.”
Lara was gently running her hands over his arm, looking at the old man’s tired face.
“I know this is my fault, Uzoh. I have been selfish. Thinking about pleasing myself instead of helping you with your circulation. I promise I will focus more on your circulation from now on.”
Uzoh had made up his mind right at the beginning, on that first day she showed up at his house, like some gift from heaven, that he would not be telling Lara about his made-up ailment. Ever. He concluded just then that he could still receive the “circulation massages,” but he would need to lay off the Viagra for health reasons.
“That sounds fine, darlin’. And you know what? Maybe staying at your place for a little while, until I get back on my feet, would be a good idea too.”
Lara was delighted Uzoh would be joining her. She felt she could control his health and overall well-being more successfully at her home. She didn’t want another “group thing” like what happened yesterday at Uzoh’s to happen again. She felt turned on by the memory but was still a little ashamed over how she let herself get involved with the four men.
Lara packed a large bag for Uzoh and loaded her car. Uzoh went back to sleep for about an hour. She used that time to call Tunde and make sure he was okay with Uzoh staying for a few days.
“Hi Honey, I have an important request. I will need Uzoh to stay with us for a while. His condition has gotten worse. Will that be okay?” Lara’s tone confirmed to her husband that she was serious about Uzoh.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetie. Bring him over and let’s see what we can do.” Tunde was concerned, and a little turned on, by the prospect of having Uzoh so close to Lara.
“I’m going to stay the night here while he sleeps, and bring him over in the morning.”
“I think that’s wise, honey. I will expect you in the morning.” Lara was a little surprised that Tunde supported her decision.
Tunde was thinking about Uzoh coming over from the moment he opened his eyes. He was hopeful that Lara’s care for Uzoh would produce countless opportunities for him to masturbate. He hurried into the guest room to set up his remote camera.
Taking it out of the pool area and moving it to the spare bedroom would ensure a more consistent result: If Uzoh was going to be in bed more often, the camera should be in the guest room.
He looked over the room: king-size bed, a large picture on three of the four walls, a dresser opposite the bed, a flat screen on the wall, and light fixtures.
He decided he would put the camera in one of the sconces on either side of the flat screen hanging on the wall. They looked like miniature street gaslights and had some area below the lights that would fit the camera perfectly. These lights were almost never used, so there wouldn’t be any interference from the brightness of the bulb to worry about.
Tunde went back to his room and checked the picture. “Perfect,” he said. The camera showed the entire bed and was at such an angle as to see anything and everything perfectly.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that having two cameras would be much better. The kit he bought last week came with two, so he used the second to capture the side profile of the bed. He installed that camera in a painting on the side wall adjacent to the bed, requiring a small hole in the painting and taping the camera to the back of the artwork.
“A small price to pay for such an incredible angle,” he thought.
Right about ten o’clock, Lara and Uzoh pulled into the driveway just as Tunde finished rehanging the painting with the camera in it. He had returned to his room and was setting up his computer for the two cameras.
“Let’s get you inside and in the pool. How does that sound?” Lara was, once again, in full caretaker mode. “You’re going to need a massage soon!”
Uzoh replied, “No pool just yet, but a massage sounds good!”
Tunde saw and heard the two enter the spare room through his newly placed cameras. He came out of his room and helped Lara situate Uzoh.
“Hello Uzoh. I hear you’re not feeling too well. Sorry to hear that. You let us know if there’s anything we can do to help.” Tunde tapped the now prostrate Uzoh on the knee.
“Thank you, Tunde. That is kind of you.” Uzoh smiled sincerely.
Tunde motioned to talk to Lara outside the room. He asked, “What is the plan?”
“He’s been very tired. I guess there has been a lot going on in his life lately and he’s feeling drained of energy.”
Tunde thought, “I can imagine!” keeping it to himself.
“I think keeping him here for a little while should allow me to get him back to his old self.” Lara sounded concerned.
“Okay. Maybe you should keep the door closed to keep it as quiet as possible in there.”
Tunde wanted to encourage his wife and Uzoh to get as much contact time as possible and wanted them to know he wasn’t going to disturb their privacy.
He also made it a point to leave the house for a while, to further increase the likelihood that they would have sex. The cameras were rolling.
It didn’t take long.
“Tunde is gone. Why don’t you take your clothes off and I will work on that circulation problem of yours, okay?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Lara left the room and checked Tunde’s laptop. She opened it to find the camera positions had not only changed, but now there were two sub-screens displaying Uzoh who was just now squirming his way out of his trousers as he lay on the bed in the guest room.
“My, my, Tunde! Looks like you have it all set up.” Lara said to herself aloud, smiling.
Intrigued, she sat down at his desk, opened his browser, and then examined his browser history.
Two things were painfully obvious: one, Tunde’s interest in cuckolding, was escalating at an alarming rate, and second, Tunde did not think Lara was ever going to look on his laptop. Nothing was hidden or deleted.
She was determined to keep his trust intact by playing along with his game and not letting on that she had seen any of what was on his laptop.
Lara felt sorry for her husband. She never realized what an issue having a small penis must be for him. It was strange that in their first twenty years, it never bothered her. She knew what sexual positions were more pleasurable to her and she stuck to those. She knew now that, sexually, he wasn’t going to be able to satisfy her the same way that Uzoh did. Lara could still have orgasms from Tunde, she was sure of it, they would just be…different.
Regardless of her relationship with Uzoh, she was determined to stay in her marriage. She felt that by participating in his cuckold fantasies (which actually were a reality) she would be fulfilling her role as his wife in pleasuring him. To show her love for him, she could allow some of his fantasies to play out in their sex life.
Lara also realized that her having sex with Uzoh was benefitting all three of them. The rationale helped her feel much better about her having sex with Uzoh.
She quickly closed the laptop and changed into a tight t-shirt without a bra and a pair of booty shorts Tunde had purchased for her.
Uzoh was on his back, waiting for Lara to return. He was naked, except for a towel covering his hips and groin.
Lara came in and grabbed a bottle of massage oil from under the sink in the adjoining bathroom.
“Okay, Uzoh. Time for your treatment.” Uzoh’s eyes were closed so Lara was a little louder than she needed to be.
“Alright, Lara, I’m ready. Now, let me warn you, I have not taken any Viagra. In fact, I’m going to reduce my intake by at least half and see if that helps my overall energy level. When the Viagra wears off, I crash.” Uzoh propped his head up on a pillow as he watched Lara start to work her magic.
“Ok, Uzoh. I’ll keep that in mind.”
What this actually meant for Lara was that it was most likely going to take Uzoh a lot longer to get an erection. She was going to need to try extra hard to get him up today.
Lara started with his toes, then his feet. She needed a lot of oil since it had been several days at least since she last rubbed him. She looked at the towel concealing his mammoth dick. No sign of life yet. She always wanted to start on his penis first, but felt that his legs would never get massaged if she started on his penis first (which they wouldn’t).
She rubbed and squeezed his calves, lifting each leg off the bed and spreading them wider as she worked each one. Still nothing.
“We don’t need to be modest anymore, Uzoh. We are past that, wouldn’t you say?” Before Uzoh could answer, she whipped the towel off him and cast it on the floor.
Uzoh’s cock and balls were on display about two feet away. Lara felt her mouth water as she stared at the mass of flesh lumped between Uzoh’s legs. She worked the baby oil into his thighs but had a difficult time keeping her mind on her work.
After spending about two minutes on his legs, Lara took her shorts off and climbed onto the bed. She sat astride his left leg and began to pull on his soft cock. Taking his lifeless slumbering snake in her right hand and kneading his oversized balls with her left, she moved her face over his crotch and rubbed it all over his manhood.
She teasingly bit his flesh while yanking on his dick. Pouring more oil onto her hand, she stroked the now semi-flaccid dick. Slowly she worked blood into his penis, but it took much longer than usual.
She became increasingly wet the more time she spent working on him. Her pussy was aching for contact, some kind of touch.
Moving her hips onto his shin and upper foot, she began to slide her bare pussy up and down his leg.
She grabbed his dick by its base and worked the soft head into her mouth. Her hand around the shaft, his head in her mouth, her left hand on his balls and her pussy rubbing on his leg, Lara was busy.
It was just then that she remembered Tunde’s camera set-up.
She became excited with the new thought that she could be pleasing both Uzoh and her husband at the same time.
Lara recalled two camera angles: one that was above and behind her current position, and the other about two feet above the level of the mattress.
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