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"We didn't record it!" I think were the first words I uttered when I woke up in the morning.
The sound of a door closing woke me up. It was the garage door in the kitchen. I looked at the bed next to me. Tom was missing.
'Oh, Tom,' I thought, remembering last night.
I fell asleep sitting up in bed. Tom must have covered me with a blanket. I had a headache. It felt like a hangover, even though I have not had a drink in weeks. I put a hand to my aching head, realized my hair was still up in very tight ponytail. I felt at the hair-tie Tom had twisted my hair through more times than was prudent. That would take a minute to get loose. Maybe I would need to cut it out of my hair. The bedroom was too bright. What time was it? Too late to still be in bed on a weekday. I tried to reach for my phone, then noticed it was not on my nightstand. Where was it? In my purse. Where was the purse? I placed it on my dresser as I cautiously entered my bedroom last night.
'Oh, Tom,' I thought again.
I whipped the blanket off me. I needed to find Tom. Was he ok? Last night was intense. What Tom had done at Dwayne's instruction, was intense. My headache flared as I sat up further to get out of bed. I recalled the videos and the sight of me sweating during marathon sex with Dwayne. I guess that qualifies as vigorous physical exercise. I would need to drink water. I needed water now.
I put my feet on the carpet and wiggled my toes. I noted my feet were still in stockings. I regarded myself, realizing I had slept in the clothes I came home in. Red blouse, bra, thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. My panties were in my purse with my phone. The tight mini-skirt was on the floor next to the bed. When had I taken it off? I recalled it feeling uncomfortable being bunched up around my waist. Had I taken it off in the middle of the night? Had Tom helped me? I was so tired.
I got up and padded over to my purse and checked the time on my phone. It was nearly 8 a.m. I had not overslept too much. But both my boys should be at or on their way to school by now. They were not great at getting themselves out the door on their own. Where was Tom? Was he OK? I was worried.
I hastily crossed the threshold of the bedroom, where carpeting met hardwood flooring, and into the hallway that led to the rest of the main floor. I heard noises in the kitchen. Suddenly I was aware I should not have ventured into the house dressed like this, I tried to stop but my stocking covered feet slid on the hard flooring. I nearly fell on my ass, bracing myself against the hallway walls. Tom rounded the corner from the kitchen to the hallway. He was holding two coffees.
"You literally rolled out of bed looking like the sexiest woman in the world," he said taking in the view of me, panty-less, and wearing the stockings he so loved. My hair still done up in a blowjob-handle ponytail.
I mild sense of relief came over me as I righted myself and embraced my husband. He held the two coffees out to his sides and I hugged and kissed him.
"Oh, Tom. Are you OK?" I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to be ok. "Last night was so... intense."
"It really was. But I'm great. Promise," he said, a natural smile growing on his face.
He gave me a warm kiss to seal the promise. I let go of him so he could hand me one of the coffees.
"But we forgot to record it," I said, blowing steam off the cup.
I was trying to mask my concern. The instructions were, Tom had to go down on me and we needed to record it. That was part of the promise I made Dwayne in the throes of passion. The promise that before Dwayne would consider permitting my husband to have sex with me, Tom would first have to go down on me. Go down on my come filled pussy... and clean me up. Tom had done it. It was like we were both in a trance. Both of us submitting to Dwayne's will and my promises made. It was so intense... and so erotic! More than the coffee was warming my body as I recalled the events. But we had forgotten to record it. We had no proof to show Dwayne. He would not let me share my pussy with my husband.
"What if we did? Record it, that is," Tom asked.
"But we didn't," I insisted.
"But if we had, would that have been OK with you?" he asked.
"Well, yeah Tom. I'm comfortable making a video with you and I want to have sex with my husband."
"You still enjoy sex with me?" he asked, hopeful.
"Of course, honey," I leaned in and gave him another warm kiss. "I love you. Intimacy with you is very important to me. It always has been."
Tom smiled with me as though he heard something he might have needed to hear for a long time.
"Well, then. We are good," he quipped. "When I saw the video clip, I figured we were under time sensitive instructions but I wanted to watch the clip with you; to be sure of what we were going to do. So, I dug out one of those off-brand waterproof HD cameras I bought on a Black Friday deal years ago. Tested it and set it up recording in our room. After you fell asleep, I helped you out of that skirt that looked uncomfortable gathered up around your waist, turned off the recording, and checked it. It's on a micro-SD card but we've got it. We're good."
Tom pulled me in for another kiss. This one was warmer and quite sensual. His hand reached down and cupped my ass. It occurred to me it was a remote-work day for me, and at this point, it was evident that Tom had got our sons out the door for school. I kissed him back, upping the intensity with an open-mouthed kiss. I placed my hand over his crotch and gave the area a rub.
"C'mon," I said. "You can undress me and we can get in the shower together."
...
In the shower, we engaged in passionate play. Tom soaped me up in the way that gets him very aroused. It culminated in a vigorous thigh-job, Tom thrusting his hard cock between my legs from behind. Teasing my nipples, while we were both careful not let him inside my pussy. We needed permission for that first. When Tom was close to an orgasm, I pulled away from him.
"No, no, no," I scolded warmly.
I turned to kiss him, open-mouthed, our tongues caressing each other's. We enjoyed complying with my promise to Dwayne, and Tom enjoyed me denying him an orgasm. We got out of the shower feeling very turned on for each other, and playfully happy.
...
I logged on to work later than usual, but still in time for an online meeting. The damp ponytail was an unusual look for me in a work setting, but I would have to work on that when I had more time.
After the meeting and some basic email management, I needed to get in the car and across town to the piercing studio Dwayne indicated in my phone calendar. I arrived just in time. As I approached the door, an employee unlocked the front door and greeted me warmly. As promised, it was clear the business had opened early just for me. At the mention of Dwayne, the owner/operator and one support staff person lit up and talked of him like Dwayne was a local celebrity. They were happy to return a favor for Dwayne. As they prepped the piercing room, I got in a few texts to Dwayne and lined up a lunch date with him at a restaurant within walking distance of the piercing studio.
