Maggie and I have a great sex life. I have to give her credit for most of it. She is a very enthusiastic lover. I've never known a woman as hot in bed as she is, and I've known a lot of women in the biblical sense. It certainly helps that she is drop dead gorgeous with a fabulous body. Her breasts are full and firm; gravity has not harmed them. Her hips flare out inviting stares everywhere. She has a flat flab-free tummy. Her legs are long and strong. Her wardrobe shows her fine features to full advantage. She wears short dresses to display her legs and open blouses to show off her braless cleavage. Her bikinis are the minimum allowed by law.
What I love most is her inventiveness in bed. She stays away from some of the more extreme activities like water sports and pain, but we've done just about everything else a couple can do. We've set up our video recorder on a tripod in the bedroom and recorded ourselves in action. We've gone to porno theaters and put on our own show in the audience. One time when she had my cock inside her pussy, some guy came over and pulled his dick out. I thought she would just smile or ignore him, but she quickly took it into her mouth. He shot his wad down her throat within a minute. I was too aroused to think much about it. The whole thing was very surreal. It was almost an out-of-body experience. I distinctly remember seeing everything from off to one side as though I was watching the movie on the screen.
That particular night after we got home, I set up the video recorder and had her give me a blowjob. A couple days later while she was out grocery shopping, I played that recording. The scene was almost déjà vu. Our action on the screen was what I remembered seeing in the theater right down to the camera angle. As in the theater, I felt no sense of jealousy. Yes, it was my dick she was sucking on the screen, but the mental image of her blowing the other guy flashed through my mind. I felt an intense desire to see her do it again.
I put one of our older discs in the machine and was watching it when Maggie came home. She was wearing a tube top that scarcely covered her nipples and split jogging shorts that made it plain she wasn't wearing panties. For once, I felt embarrassed to be watching our home movies and dashed to the stop button. I was putting the disc in its box when she came into the living room. "What are you watching?" she asked.
"Just an old movie," I said as I put the box on the shelf.
She picked it up and looked at the label. "I remember this one," she said seductively. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. "We should have rehearsed that one before we shot it."
"We can always redo it." Her hand stroked my cock through my pants. "After a proper rehearsal, of course." She kissed me again. Her tongue darted across my lips making me inhale sharply.
"You know what's missing from our videos? Closeups. You know, like in professional movies: faces torn with passion, tits being kissed, pussies being eaten, cocks being sucked."
"We get all that in."
"But not up close. We have just one spot where we set up the camera, and it shows the entire bed all the time. The point of view doesn't change."
She had a valid point, but I really didn't care about the fine points of filmmaking. What mattered to me was the action on the screen, and the fact that we were watching ourselves. That was the biggest turn-on. I was ready to drag her to bed right then, but she reminded me we had to put the groceries away. We put the meats, veggies, and ice cream away first. When all of the perishables had been taken care of, I set up the camera and tripod in the bedroom. If she wanted close-ups, I would give her close-ups.
Maggie came to the bedroom in search of me as I finished setting up the equipment. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You want close-ups so I thought we should do some," I said. "We can edit them into the middle of our other videos later."
"Aren't you forgetting this is movie night with Sam and Peggy?"
Sam and Peggy. Talk about an odd couple. He was the class nerd in high school. He was constantly trying to figure out how everything worked. His nose was always in either a math or science book. He did get his engineering degree and was doing quite well designing factory machinery. Peggy had been the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school. She and the other three cheerleaders from our class were at our ten-year reunion last year, and they not only did an old-fashioned pep rally, but a well-rehearsed group strip tease as well. It turned out Sam didn't know they were going to do it. Everyone thought he would be livid, but he probably enjoyed seeing his wife clad only in a g-string the most. [Read "Class Reunion" for details.] He certainly seemed happy after the show was over. Peggy was the prettiest one of the group. I still get a hardon when I think about that party.
"Maybe we could get them to run the camera for us," I said.
"You scoundrel!" she yelled as she threw a pillow at me. I had to grab quickly to keep it from knocking the tripod and camera over. I threw it right back at her. As she ducked I tackled her around the waist, and we landed on the bed. I straddled her hips and tickled her waist. She hated being tickled because it made her laugh hysterically. After a minute, I relented to her pleas to stop and laid down full-length on top of her. "You've always had the hots for Peggy, haven't you?"
"Every guy in school wanted her," I said. "What about you? Who got your pussy dripping?"
"It was Sam."
"Sam? You're kidding."
"No. He's not bad looking. He has a good job, not that yours is bad. He's stable, friendly, open-minded, among his other good qualities. You two have always been friends."
"I never thought of him as the lover-boy type."
"Peggy tells me he's a real horn-dog, kinda like you."
"Have they ever done it in a porno theater like we have?"
"I don't think so, but I'm not sure. She tends to clam up when I start talking about some of the things we've done."
"Maybe they don't have your imagination, although that dance at the reunion was very original. After dinner, why don't we accidentally slip in one of our home movies and see how they react? Maybe after seeing it they might be willing to be our camera operators."
"You mean you want us to fuck in front of our friends?"
"You didn't mind doing it in front of a bunch of strange men. Even audience participation didn't bother you."
Her face flushed. "I was a bit of a trollop. Okay, I'll put one of our videos in the disc drive now. We can claim that we got ready in advance. We'd better get busy. They'll be here in an hour." I pulled her tube top down and sucked on her left nipple. When she didn't resist, I moved to the right one. "Rick," she said softly, "I'd love to have you rape me, but I have to get dinner started. I haven't put the potatoes in the oven yet." Reluctantly I stood up and held out my hand to her. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. "I should change into something a little less revealing."
"Why? This is hardly a formal occasion. Besides, showing some skin might induce them to work with us."
"In that case, you are overdressed. Cutoffs and a tank top would be more apt to get Peggy's attention."
I changed in accordance with Maggie's suggestion and went to the kitchen to help her.
The doorbell rang at six. Good old engineer Sam -- precisely on time. I went to the door and let them in. Peggy was dressed almost the same as Maggie in a tube top and jogging shorts. Her top also scarcely covered her nipples. The main difference was that Peggy was wearing high heels instead of running shoes. Sam wore dress pants and a short-sleeved sports shirt. I was surprised he wasn't wearing a tie.
Dinner went smoothly. Sam and I talked baseball while the women discussed the kids and school stuff; they served on a couple PTA committees together. I caught Sam staring at Maggie's breasts several times. He smiled sheepishly, but neither of us said anything. My eyes wandered to Peggy's chest also, and he caught me too. The women didn't give any signs of being aware of what he and I were doing, although I'm sure that Maggie didn't miss anything.
After dinner, Sam and I went to the living room with a couple beers while Peggy and Maggie cleared the table. My nervousness while waiting for the women was apparently showing as Sam commented on my trembling hand as we sat down. I wanted to laugh it off as an old football injury, but he knew I had never been a jock. "What's wrong?" he pressed me.
"Nothing," I said unable to calm myself. "Probably I'm a little tired from mowing the lawn today."
The women entered the living room. Peggy had a video disc in her hand. "We brought a little movie we thought you would like to see," Peggy said. "Sort of a short subject before the feature attraction. That is, if you don't mind."
"No," Maggie said, "not at all. I'll just take our movie out and you can put yours in." She pushed the eject button, took our disc out, and handed me the remote control. She sat down beside me as Peggy put their disc in.
When everyone was settled down, I pressed the play button and set the remote down. The initial snow at the beginning cleared away and the screen showed a bedroom with a queen-sized bed against one wall with only two pillows and a sheet on it. A naked couple entered from the right and laid down on the bed. It took me a couple seconds to realize that the couple was our guests.
I looked at Maggie. Her eyes were glued to the tv. I glanced at Sam and Peggy. They were studying our reactions intently.
I turned my attention back to the screen where they were kissing passionately. Sam's lips covered her face and neck with kisses before moving down to her breasts. The soundtrack was amateurish with all the echoes off the walls, but Peggy's breathing was heard clearly as were her gasps as Sam sucked on her nipples. Her panting became louder when Sam's head went between her thighs to dine on her pussy. After at least three orgasms, Peggy became the aggressor as she rolled Sam onto his back and nibbled on his chest before taking his rigid cock into her mouth. My hand caressed Maggie's leg while Peggy's head bobbed up and down on Sam's dick on the screen. I looked at them. They had ceased watching us and were engaged in passionate kissing. Back on the tube, Peggy laid down and drew her legs up. Sam's cock penetrated her cunt with a single thrust. The camera angle allowed us to see him rapidly pumping in and out of her. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her and shot his cum onto her belly as they both shrieked with abandon.
With a trembling hand, I picked up the remote and pressed the eject button.,
"Well," said Peggy, "what do you think of our little production?"
I didn't know what to say. Maggie was quiet too. How had they managed to beat us to the punch? I looked at Maggie who simply shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think you should show it to the PTA," Maggie said after a minute.
