Harry would not admit it to anyone, but he loved to watch x-rated video tapes. The invention of the video had saved him from the tiresome routine of going to an x-rated theater with its coterie of "raincoat" non-crowd: isolated middle-aged men absorbed in the screen fantasy. Instead, he could rent or buy features that seemed to combine some sort of story with good writing, good acting and exciting sex scenes. Of course, the family members knew little or nothing of this: certainly Sarah, his wife, knew he watched them but did not join him. She knew the films helped to keep his sex drive active and ready for their frequent love-making. But Amanda was different: their attractive daughter, now twenty but still living with them, probably had known nothing about her dad's "secret life," an extended adventure into the eroticism of sex films.
But all that changed one day.
Harry was alone in the house in the late afternoon. In the dim light, he had started up a new x-rated video that had just arrived in the mail that morning. Sarah had gone for a long trip and would not return until very late that night. She had smiled when she saw the familiar type of package arrive, whispering, "Save some of your sexy thoughts for me later on, OK?" He had grinned and made a sign of strong agreement. Now she was gone and he had the house to himself. Amanda was out somewhere, it was a day when she rarely came home until after six and it was only four in the after- noon. So, he showered, left on his robe and nothing else, put in the tape and sat back to enjoy, first closing all the curtains.
The name of the film was "Ginny." As it opened Ginny appeared walking down the street in a suburban area. She was a brunette of dark Latin-type complexion but not a Latino, probably she was just sun-tanned. She had hefty breasts, he surmised, from the way they rose and fell as she strode along swiftly toward a particular door of a specific house. In her short skirt, her legs were beautifully shaped. All in all, a very attractive woman of about thirty. She used her key to enter the house, so it must be her home, Harry thought as he watched the film. Ginny prowled around the house for a while, putting away some things. Then she sat and looked at a picture of a man and a woman: herself and ... her husband probably. She smiled and then began disrobing as she walked toward the bathroom. The film had a certain quality about it. It proceeded slowly and not so coarsely. The viewer didn't see Ginny's full nakedness, only the arousing behind as she finally entered the shower, nude. And when she was done, the camera did not linger on her breasts, in the trite B-movie style. Rather we see her in a robe, brushing her hair. Then she moves to a closet and a chest of drawers. In a little while, we see that she has put on some special underwear: a shelf-bra that leaves her breasts revealed and high (and we now see these luscious globes with their puffy areolas) and a garter belt with black stockings. Over this, she wears a sheer gown. She is a stunning wife, waiting to please her husband ... and just someone is at the door.
But when the door is opened, and we see the man in the picture arrive to kiss her, the conversation makes clear that Joe, her husband, has brought home a friend, Jim. Ginny looks disappointed but ready to please. She returns to her room and replaces the sheer nightgown with the white robe from the shower. Her husband introduces her to Jim and then prepares drinks.
For a while they sit and converse, sipping the drinks, which Joe replenishes frequently enough for us to understand it when the talk becomes more risqué. Joe is proud of his sexy wife and at one point opens her robe and looks while allowing Jim a look-see too. She laughs and this stimulates Joe to remove the robe. At first, she is completely startled and thrown off: after all, she now is visible to Jim in the sort of near-nudity that drives a man wild, her breasts free but held up by the sexy shelf-bra, her lovely legs covered by black silk stockings held up by a black and red garter belt -- but also her sex on display for Jim as well as Joe! But Joe holds her close and hugs her, kissing her gently, then more romantically, then more lustily. It is apparent that, between the kissing and the drinks, Ginny is now not thinking of the observer Jim but only of Joe's hard erect penis pressed against her. Joe holds her apart from a moment and gently pushes her down on the couch. He kneels before her and kisses each breast, then sucks each. She throws her head back and closes her eyes, as Jim watches intently as Joe licks downward from Ginny's breasts to her belly and finally, spreading her legs, probes her sex with his tongue. Harry was so absorbed in the scene he failed to hear the key turning the lock and the door opening, then closing. But then he did hear the footsteps on the kitchen floor and his finger leapt to the stop button. The TV abruptly picked up in the middle of a news announcement, but Amanda was standing there and having a combination of frown and curiosity on her face.
His daughter looked at him for a moment like that and then, curiosity winning out, she asked, "Dad, what was that you were watching? It wasn't the news!"
A faint odor of liquor entered the room and he realized that his daughter had been drinking.
"Oh, just some video ...." he muttered lamely. "Come on, Dad, it was a particular film, wasn't it? What is it called? Who is in it?" Her voice was a little slurred.
"It's called 'Ginny,' but nobody you know is in it. It's not a well-known movie." He immediately regretted saying so much in response. "Oh, can I watch too? Please, Dad ...." She mocked a whining sound and approached him, leaning toward him so that the combination of perfume and liquor odors wafted over him.
Did she know already?
Harry didn't know what to say. He deliberated a moment and then took a deep breath. "You may as well know, Amanda, a man sometimes likes to watch sex films. That's what it is, a sexy movie."
