Chapter 1 -- Hidden Tape Found
Cheryl was busy cleaning the house while her son, Scott, was at school. Scott was a Senior and her only child. He had told her he would be home late. Being the typical popular high school senior Scott had a busy social life. He was 18 years old and had only three months left before graduation. Cheryl had good reason to be proud of him.
Jason, Cheryl's husband, had been killed by a drunk driver who ran a stop sign and broadsided him on his way home from the office one evening. Over three years had passed since then, and the loss of her husband still left a big hole in Cheryl's heart. She missed him very much.
She had just washed a load of laundry and had finished folding the clothes. She was taking Scott's things into his room to put them away. She opened his underwear drawer and saw something she hadn't expected. From under clothes in the drawer she saw the corner of a VHS video tape.
Scott was into video editing and had even worked on some projects for his school. She had seen he had hooked up an antique VHS recorder/player to his TV but hadn't thought much about it. What she didn't understand was why a tape would be at the bottom of his underwear drawer under some folded clothes.
Moving the clothes her heart almost stopped when she saw the label on the tape. In her late husband's handwriting she read, "Hotwife Tape #1." She stood there a few moments in shock. Taking a seat in her son's high back leather desk chair she held the tape and stared at it as memories came flooding back.
She knew this tape very well. It had been years since she had viewed it, but it seemed like only a few days had passed. The tape contained a compilation of videos Jason had personally recorded then transferred to the tape she now had in her hands.
Her son had acquired his love of video photography and editing from his father who had worked for one of the local television stations as a video photographer. At this particular station the photographers were responsible for editing their own videos. Cheryl fondly remembered watching her son sit for hours next to his father watching him edit videos while at the same time patiently taking the time to explain to his son each step as to what he was doing and why.
Cheryl remembered the day Jason told her he wanted to share her sexually with other men. She had been a bit shocked and asked him to explain. After he had finished, she remembered thinking his end goal must be for him to have an excuse to fuck other women. When she told him of her suspicion, James assured her that wasn't the case and that the only woman he had any interest in was her.
She remembered they had a great sex life and Jason was constantly telling her how gorgeous she was. She was well aware of the fact men found her to be attractive. She liked that she never had any problems turning the heads of men she passed by. Unlike some women offended by this sort of overt attention, she found the attention excited her. This excitement almost always transferred to their bedroom with her husband being the benefactor.
Seeing the video tape reminded her of her husband's response when she said, "I've never said NO to anything you've asked me to do when it involves sex. I went to the nude beach when you wanted us to go. I have to admit that was a lot of fun. When you wanted to put your cock in my ass, I didn't argue. You have tied me up and fucked me, used nipple clamps as well as other toys on me and not once did I say no. There is nothing I can think of that you wanted to do that I didn't try at least a couple of times. I even liked most of the things you suggested. Are you not happy with me?"
"NO, Babe, it's just the opposite. I love you more now than ever and I have no doubt you love me. I couldn't be happier."
"Well then, why is it you want to share me with other men and give them permission to fuck me?" asked Cheryl.
She remembered him saying, "Honey, it's hard to explain, but I'll do my best to explain. Let's say I owned that little foreign sports car we saw on TV a couple nights ago. You remember the one, it was that little two-seater we both thought was hot."
Cheryl remembered the car and nodded her head as she said, "Yea, I remember the car, but what..."
"Give me a minute and I'll explain. Imagine for a moment I owned that car, and when I drive it every man stops and watched me drive by wishing he was in the driver's seat. He wonders what it would be like to be behind the wheel if only for a few hours or maybe even a day or two. Now imagine I pull up into the parking lot at work and when I get out there is a group of guys standing there staring at the car, practically drooling. At that point I toss the keys to one of them and tell him to take if for a drive. I tell him he can do anything he wants as long as he doesn't wreck it. I then tell him when he has to return it to me. We both know the car belongs to me, I'm just letting him see what it's like to drive such a dream car.
"Imagine the sheer excitement he would get as he experiences the same thing I feel each time I drive it. It is a car he knows he will never be able to afford, but for a brief moment I've allowed him the experience something only I knew, up to that point. When he returns the car, he thanks me and I'm confident I've given him a memory he cherish the rest of his life. He will also never forget I was the man who allowed him to experience such a thrill.