Hotwife Confession Journal: Entry16

I.

Dwayne had managed to edit the rough video and various camera angles to create a finished product for Tara and Tim which did not include any of my participation in the events. 'Tricks of the trade,' Dwayne called it. There were some protests and offers for more money, but Dwayne insisted that his personal ethics precluded him from including any images of participants who had not provided prior consent. Even if those individuals would grant their consent after the fact, it had the presumption of applied pressure and would be unethical. In short, Dwayne got me off the hook of winding up in a sex tape which would be out of my control. For that I was grateful.

Dwayne made it clear that even I was not entitled to a copy of any of the footage either, as it was not within the prior arrangement with Tara. It was only within my 'official' capacity as a member of the production crew that I was able to join him in his basement studio and view the footage as a part of the editing process. I suspected Dwayne would have made a good entertainment lawyer. Dwayne did go so far as to tell me the happy couple seemed particularly enthused about the girl-on-girl stuff. He cautioned me against getting drawn into any interactions with Tara inside her home or anyplace else they might be able to hide a camera. He seemed to hold a low opinion of other people's ethics when it came to personal privacy.

I had to admit the footage of Tara and I together was pretty hot; made all the better in my opinion by Dwayne's participation. I was certain I would not have gone as far as I did with Tara if Dwayne had not started making me feel so very good in that moment. Even so (and maybe I am just trying to justify why I could be excluded from the footage), I did not fully understand why Tara and Tim would want all the extra footage at the end. From a production standpoint, the big ending for Tara was when she orgasmed beyond her capacity to process it and started quivering. It was a natural end to her scene. What happened after felt like I butted in and tried to steal the show. I know that's not what happened but still, this was supposed to be a sex tape for Tara and I found myself literally in the middle of it. To drive the point home, the footage from the tripod camera was playing on a monitor while Dwayne and I edited together in his basement studio. It had a perfect profile view of Tara laying on the bed, me on my knees with my face between her legs, and Dwayne standing at the foot of the bed fucking me from behind. See? Me right there in the middle of the frame, between the two of them. I actually felt a little guilty about it. I should have just kept my clothes on. Maybe things would have ended differently.

"They really wanted all this in the video?" I asked, sitting with Dwayne in the studio.

That was not really my question. The thing I was struggling with was that even without a video evidencing my participation in Tara's tryst with Dwayne, it seemed evident at this point that Tim was aware of my involvement. This complicated matters in the neighborhood landscape.

"Well, not technically. According to Tara they wanted two videos. The first was what they agreed to and paid for; a hot video of Tara with another man. What they offered more money for was a second shorter video that focused mainly on the interactions between you and Tara," Dwayne explained.

"According to Tara?" I asked, seeking clarification.

"Oh, yeah. Tim was very hands off. He actively sought to avoid communicating directly with me. But judging from the enthusiasm for the extra footage and the extra money they were offering for what would amount to a much shorter second video, that felt like the motivation of a horny husband who wanted to get his hands any and as much sexy footage as he could," Dwayne elaborated. "Hence my concern they might try to find a way to make that magic happen again between you and Tara and get it on video that time."

This was why I was a little on-guard the next time I encountered Tara on one of her jogs while I walked my dog. This time she seemed to be the one to catch up to me by 'happenstance' rather than me bumping into her when I saw her jogging and decided to come out to walk my dog. She bounced up to me in a jogging set comprised of a scant pink sports bra and a pair of booty shorts that were short enough to show off a bit of her bare booty. I tried not to notice. Or at least not be noticed noticing.

"Hey, Nancy," she greeted as she jogged up to me.

"Hey, Cutie," I returned, immediately questioning my choice of casual greeting.

I tried to cover. "You seem to be going for the young, bouncy, and cute look today." That did not make it sound any better.

"Thanks! When I saw it, I immediately thought of how cute you looked in your pink bra and panties set and had to have it." She let that comment linger for a moment, then shifted. "Hey so, I'm glad I bumped into you. The weather is warming up a little. I was thinking it would be fun to get together again. Ya' know, for a cookout or something. Only this time the guys don't have to shiver while they work the grill."

"That would be great. We would love to have you two over again," I said, heeding Dwayne's advice about not getting drawn into their home.

I paused for a moment considering if I had not over committed. I was not entirely sure I wanted them in my house either at this point. Yet, I could not help but recall the sensation of kissing her lips and feeling her bare skin in my hands. I really did not mind being in her presence. She and her husband were pleasant company after all. I suppose I could not fault them for wanting the full edits of Tara's big night out with Dwayne and me. The rough-cut video was pretty steamy stuff.

"That's fantastic!" Tara replied, breaking my chain of thought. "I'll text you. We'll line something up... soon."

Tara started to jog away. The turned and jogged backwards for a few steps and called back, "See ya' later, Sexy!" Then spun around again and jogged off.

Well, that's what I get for giving my sexy tart of a neighbor a pet name. Now we were flirting with each other.

...

II.

"Never catch a falling knife," Tom said.

"The dead cat bounce," Tim replied.

"What in the world are you two talking about?" I asked as Tara and I joined the men on the patio with a tray of food for them to cook on the grill.

"Oh, we are just exchanging strange terminology for stock trading in the investment world," Tom explained, taking the tray of food.

"Sounds fascinating," I feigned, brushing my hands free of any seasoning.

"You guys need any drinks? We've got NA beers and alcohol-free gin inside?" Tara chimed in.

"I'd love one of those alcohol-free gin and tonics, if we have the stuff," Tom said.

"We sure do," I confirmed.

"May I have one too?" Tim asked.

"Absolutely, Tim"

"Thanks, Nancy."

Tara and I returned inside to mix a couple of drinks for our husbands while we sipped our own full-strength gin and tonics. The get together Tara proposed had come together that very weekend.

When they arrived twenty minutes ago Tim was dressed in another version of the investment banker, weekend uniform. Semi-casual shoes, khakis, the polo was just a different color this time. Tara, on the other hand, looked stunning. She looked like a 1950's housewife. Her navy dress had a white collar and a pleated skirt which flared out at the hips. Her shoes were matching navy heels with a white cap-toe and white heel. Her long blond hair was curled and bounced nicely against her shoulders. Her lips were a bold red.

I immediately felt under-dressed and after greeting them, and I asked Tom to show them into the house. I made a lame excuse about how the time got away from me while I prepped for guests and forgot to finish getting ready. I was wearing a comfy fuzzy sweater, mom jeans, and simple slip-on flats for shoes. Once Tom invited them into the living room, I ducked into my bedroom closet to hastily throw something on, so I did not look like such a lazy slob.

I whipped off my sweater and undershirt, and scanned my hangers. I pulled out a Japanese style green dress with a simple design, short sleeves, a mock collar and red piping at the hems. I pulled it on over my head and yanked down my jeans in nearly a single motion. My panties got yanked down in the process of pulling off the tight jeans and I just rolled with it. The silk dress was pretty light and would have showed the panty line anyway. No need for that. I stepped into a pair of strappy cork wedge heels and scampered into the bathroom to put on lipstick and tease my hair out a bit to give it some life. I went with pink lipstick, hoping it would not be too obvious I was trying to keep up with Tara's effort at looking nice for our little dinner together. I checked myself in the mirror and once again noted the inescapable profile of my nipple piercings. I shrugged getting accustomed to that being a part of my daily look.

With a final inspection and a cleansing breath I joined Tara in the kitchen. Tom had already taken Tim out back to chat by the grill, and Tara was pulling bottles out of her tote bag for both non-alcoholic and alcoholic gin and tonics. I set to work pulling meat out of the refrigerator Tom had prepared for grilling earlier.

...

With the men now outside exchanging financial chit-chat and putting food on the grill, Tara and I had a few moments to chat.

"You really look fantastic in that dress," Tara offered, squeezing some lime juice on the non-alcoholic gin and tonics for our husbands.

"Oh, thank you. I had to rush. You look amazing though. Wow! I love your dress," I countered.

I raised my glass, and she picked up hers. We clinked glasses and toasted to well dressed women.

"Where should we eat tonight?" Tara asked after we sipped our drinks for a few moments.

"It's a little chilly outside. Maybe we should eat at the dining table. I should grab a tablecloth."

I excused myself and went down the hall from my kitchen to the master bedroom. Only two drawers in the third closet in the master bedroom was dedicated to sex toys. The rest was full of luggage, beach blankets, spare bed sheets, and a few tablecloths. I don't know why there are three walk-in closets in a master bedroom. I did not design the house.

When I found the tablecloth I was looking for, I turned and stepped out of the closet. I was startled to see Tara standing in my bedroom just outside the door. I think I let out a small yelp. I definitely dropped the tablecloth. Tara closed the small space between us, wrapped her arms around my neck and came in for a passionate kiss. I hesitated but her lips felt so soft and good. I started returning this kiss. Then an alarm went off in my mind. I pushed her way to stop the kissing.

"Are you recording this?" I blurted out.

"What? No. Why would you..."

"The video. The second video Tim wanted. I really didn't want anyone knowing I was involved," I explained, trying not to have an edge in my voice.

"He doesn't know. Nobody does. I asked for that video. It was just for me," she explained, trying to get closer again.

I held her back, now confused. "Why?"

She looked pensive for a moment. "I love Tim. And the sex with Dwayne was an unreal experience I did not know existed. When Tim and I moved away from our families in the Midwest, we knew there was more to life than going to church and living in a way that our neighbors wouldn't gossip about. It wasn't about sex. Just about finding our own way. The experiment with Dwayne was an exciting thing that nobody would dare talk about in our hometown. And it was very hot. But Nancy, when I pulled you in for that kiss, I think I just wanted you to comfort me. To soothe me. But when I felt our lips together, it felt right. Natural. I wanted to remember what that felt like."

"So, nobody knows?" I asked.

"Nobody knows," Tara whispered, getting closer again.

This time I did not push her back. She kissed me again, I kissed too. Her hand ran up the side of my silk dress and cupped my breast. She thumbed my nipple. I winced and pulled away.

"The piercings," I explained. "They're not healed yet."

"Sorry," she breathed, and she pulled back in for another kiss. This time her hand slid down the side of my dress, over my hip and tugged at the hem of my dress.

Our kisses were getting passionate but still gentle. Kissing another woman is a soft sensual experience. Our tongues furtively found one another's.

A strange thrill welled up in me. This felt surreptitious. Naughty. It turned out Tim had no idea his wife had kissed another woman. That she had been brought to an orgasm by one. He had no reason to suspect what his wife might be doing in the house with me. Likewise, I had shared with Tom much of what had happened at the video filming, but not all. I explained I was helping film something for Dwayne and another couple. I explained I was a comforting presence for the guest woman. I even admitted to kissing that woman, sort of at her request. I went into great detail about how Dwayne fingered me, then fucked me, then once again came inside my naughty hotwife pussy. That was more than enough detail to get Tom excited for an evening of play. We were still practicing pussy denial for Tom because Dwayne had not expressly authorized it. And Tom encouraged we resume his orgasm denial after our Valentine's Day special moment. But we found a new theme between the two of us that kept things spicy and Tom on an eager edge. More on that later. What was important in this moment was that I was able to share all that with Tom without feeling like I broke Tara's confidence. I did not risk letting the news get out about her marital dynamic, even as I suspected she might not have kept that same confidence for me.

The point is, neither of our husbands had any reason to believe their wives were inside, exploring novel complicated emotions, just steps away from my marital bed.

"Touch me," I heard myself say.

Tara did not hesitate. She pushed her hand that was tugging at the hem of my dress up underneath it. I felt her hand run up the bare skin of my leg, up on my hip, and then over to my pelvis. She broke off our kissing and looked at me with wide eyes, noticing my lack of panties, assuming I had done it for her. I opened my stance for her. Tara slid two fingers down across my clitoris and into my folds. A shiver moved through my body. I opened my mouth and brought her lips to mine again. Our tongues growing more confident with each other.

"Me too," she said, with an eager playful look in her eyes.

Her dress was too long to easily pull up. I took her by a hand and twirled her over to the bed. I straddled over one of her legs and pushed up her dress to reveal a pair of silky pink panties. I looked her in the face, and we shared a knowing smirk. She pulled my dress up around my hips, while I pushed her panties aside. We began fondling each other and leaning in for occasional kisses. The angles were awkward, the leverage was poor, but we were having playful fun together. I found myself pressing my pelvis against Tara's thigh while she had her fingers inside me, I wanted that extra leverage to feel her hand against my clitoris. Tara wanted the same. We scooted closer and closer. Quickly there was no room between us for our hands. I leaned back and swung a leg around to get under hers. Tara rotated her hips towards me, and soon our pelvic bones were pressed against each other. We both groaned as our pussies made contact. We both tried to grind into the other. Our rhythm was off, we would lose contact with one another and bump back together. We scooted in closer and pressed against each other harder. Our faces were too far apart for kissing now. Each of us was trying to find the right motion and pressure to stimulate our clitoris. I would realize later, Tara and I had quite naturally discovered 'scissoring' but at the time we were just exploring how our bodies worked together. We were not doing a great job but the thrill and playfulness of it all was the best part. Admittedly, we had gotten carried away.

"Ladies?" Tom's voice called from somewhere in the main part of the house.

Whatever noises Tara and I were making together abruptly cut off. We shared a quick look, and both scrambled out of bed. I nearly stumbled getting to my feet in the cork wedges, which were held on with little more than ribbons. Tara was more graceful having slipped out of her shoes at some point. She was standing and stepping back into her heels. I straightened my dress as I crossed my room and scooped up the tablecloth off the floor.

"Coming!" I called back.

Together we hastily trotted back into the kitchen. Tom was leaning halfway through the sliding glass door, when Tara and I rounded the corner from the bedroom hallway into the kitchen.

"What were you doin'?" Tom asked playfully.

"Just picking out a tablecloth for dinner," I sang, waiving the folded fabric in my hand.

"Oh, ok," Tom accepted. "I was just seeing if any drinks were available for us fellas."

I looked at the four drinks on the kitchen counter. Two were half empty. The full ones, with slowly melting ice, were the non-alcoholic versions for the men. Tara had just barely finished making them before we got sidetracked.

"Of course!" I said. "These are for you."

I started picking up the full glasses, when Tara cut in.

"Allow me," she nudged in and made eye contact while she did.

Her eyes were wide and she ran a finger along the side of her mouth, like she was wiping lipstick. The message was clear.

"Thank you, my dear," I demurred and avoided turning my face back to Tom.

I opened the fridge and practically stuck my whole head in there.

I called over my shoulder, "Let us know when the meat is nearly ready. We'll finish the side dishes."

"Will do," he said. "Should be about ten minutes."

I heard the glass door slide closed. I turned and saw that Tara had closed the door behind Tom after handing over the drinks. We shared a 'that was close' look and we scurried to the master bathroom to check our makeup. Tara's face was in better shape. My pink lipstick had not visibly smeared into her face. I, however, had a noticeable smudge of red lipstick below my bottom lip. I took a tissue to start rubbing it away.

"Wait," Tara said. "Just one more."

She lowered my hand away from my face and leaned in for another kiss. I kissed back warmly. Our mouths opened together and let our tongues caress together. The kiss ended slowly and we shared a smile as it did. I finished removing the red lipstick from my skin and reapplied a fresh layer of pink. Together we returned to the kitchen and used the last few minutes we had together to finish setting the table and setting out side-dishes.

Dinner progressed quite naturally from there. Tim and Tom were chatting and laughing like good friends. Tara and I chatted and laughed at a level to match the men. There was an unspoken agreement not to overplay our hand. Though something told me we could have gazed into each other's eyes and our husbands would never have dreamed their wives were anything other than fast friends.

...

"That was fun," Tom said, as we waived goodbye to our neighbors as they walked down our driveway and headed home.

Tom and I stood on our front porch, an arm wrapped around each other.

"Agreed," I said. "Are you making a new friend?"

"Yeah, Tim's pretty OK. He's a bit younger but we still get along well. I won't be joining his cycling team or try to play squash with him. But our conversations are good."

"Good. I'm glad."

"What about you?" he asked. "Getting on OK with Tara?"

"Yeah, we've really hit it off. I wouldn't mind if we became gym buddies or had some lunch dates."

"Good for you. That's great. You should definitely do that," he encouraged.