Hotwife Confession Journal: Entry15

The days which followed the big Valentine's Day Ball had both Tom and I walking on Cloud 9. We cuddled and giggled together like we were a much younger couple. It proved yet again that a little communication and experimentation can go a very long way to bringing a marriage closer together.

Speaking of married couples, I started making a point of getting in a morning walk consisting of a lap or two around the neighborhood nearly every day. The dog and I benefited from the regular exercise, yes. However, I was curious if my aspiring protégé Tara would make an appearance. I had not heard from her since the day before Valentine's Day, when we texted a selfie to Dwayne and suggested we could both join him for a fun filled evening.

Of course, Dwayne raised no objections to the text I sent or its associated picture. I put Tara in direct contact with Dwayne so they could sort out whatever details they deemed appropriate. While I had agreed to 'chaperone' (or whatever) Tara to her big night with Dwayne, I hoped Tara would otherwise keep my name out of it. If any of this went sideways with her husband, I held out hope that it would not turn into some larger neighborhood drama. Or that I would not get dragged into it, at least. I let things proceed at their own pace and tended my own garden for a while. I also maintained the morning dog walks, just in case Tara saw me and wanted an in-person chat.

The only indication I had that things were progressing at all was when Dwayne texted to inform me the newlyweds had opted for the 'souvenir package.' This meant they wanted a video of Tara's upcoming encounter with Dwayne. As agreed, I would be present at the event and assist with filming.

I made plans to go to Dwayne's house one day after work and learn the basics. When I arrived, instead of going upstairs, he showed me down a flight of stairs from the main floor. We headed to his recording studio. I knew he had built up a small business over the years, recording music for local aspiring artists and filming the occasional music video. I was expecting a couple of shelves with audio/visual equipment in an otherwise typical unfinished basement. Instead, I was surprised to find a fully finished basement, customized to purpose for his business. There was comfortable furniture, a purpose-built sound booth with setups for multiple microphones and that funny shaped wall covering, presumably to reduce echoes or whatever a sound booth needed. I'm no expert. Adjacent to the sound booth was a room with computers and some panels which I assumed were gadgets for recording and mixing music. It all looked very professional. We walked around all that to a locked room where we encountered something more along the lines of what I was expecting. Here he stored video recorders of different sizes, cameras, lighting stands, and various other gadgets of the trade I could not identify if asked.

Dwayne pulled one such video recorder off a shelf. I'm going to call it a medium sized one. It had a visible padded microphone attached, a lens, preview screen, yadda, yadda. We powered it up and he walked me through the basics of using it. When I started to look bewildered with the instructions, Dwayne back peddled and explained he could fix a lot of things in post-production. My main goal was to make sure the device was recording and pointed in the right direction.

Speaking of pointing the camera in the right direction, Dwayne then ran me through what would be some of the key moments in the evening, where to stand, and how close or far back I should be to get the right views. If we had not been discussing filming what was basically a pornography video, it would have all seemed a semi-professional conversation. It was nice. I felt like our relationship was maturing. But it was still fundamentally a porn shoot discussion. Ultimately, I was in and out of his house in a little under an hour, and without having even taken my clothes off. I was simultaneously a little surprised and disappointed, but still a little proud of myself for having a friendly non-sexual visit with Dwayne. Tom shared my combination of surprise and disappointment at the uneventful visit when I got home. But the big day was just around the corner.

...

On an unremarkable Sunday afternoon I put down a book I was reading while lounging on the couch to check a pair of text alerts on my personal phone. Dwayne and Tara had each texted me separately but within minutes of each other, confirming they had settled on a date for Tara's playtime with Dwayne. They wanted to do it the following Sunday. Dwayne's text was more practical, suggesting the date and asking if I was available. Tara's was decidedly more exuberant.

Rather than asking if I was available, she was gushing her excitement which she accented with a ridiculous number of emojis. It was a nice change of pace to have some thoughtful notice for once. It gave me an opportunity to check my schedule and govern my life like a rational adult. I thumbed over to my calendar app and saw the day appeared to be open.

"Hey, hun?", I asked, still looking at my phone.

"Yeah?" Tom replied, looking over his own book from his spot on a recliner.

"Can you think of anything we might have going on next Sunday that wouldn't be on our calendar?" I asked.

"Mmm. Nope."

"Mind if I take the day to be out of the house?"

Tom raised an eyebrow over his book. "No, I suppose I don't." I think his book was hiding a smirk.

"Super. I'm blocking out the time," I said, adding it to my calendar. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way home."

"That would be lovely," he responded, returning his attention to his book.

I texted both back letting Tara and Dwayne know I was available and looking forward to next Sunday. Then I silenced my phone and resumed reading my book.

See? We're cute.

...

On Tara's big day I agreed to drive us both over to Dwayne's place. She asked me to park in her garage, so no one in the neighborhood would see her. Tim was out, so his garage bay would be empty. When I pulled in, the garage door closed behind me and Tara emerged from the door to the interior of the house. She climbed into my car wearing a grey trench coat and sunglasses. It was a laughable combination that told anybody who saw her, that she was trying hard to be incognito. I could not tell if she honestly thought she was in disguise or if she was being ironic. Otherwise, she was wearing her hair in a French braid, white hosiery and matching white heels were sticking out of the bottom of her coat.

"Let me guess. Bridal lingerie?" I asked.

"Yup! Same ones!" she beamed.

"The actual set you wore on your wedding night?"

"Garter belt and all," she confirmed.

I suppose it tracked. They were only a few years into their marriage after all. I spared a thought for how long I had my own bridal lingerie. I honestly could not recall when I got rid of it. As for me, I kept it simple for my videography role. I put my hair up in a basic ponytail, to make sure my hair stayed out of the camera frame. I was in a basic t-shirt under an open, green and blue flannel shirt. It is March at this point, but it is still chilly out. I rolled up the sleeves because it seemed to fit the camera girl image. Green yoga pants and running sneakers rounded out my outfit. I had a matching silky pink bra and panty set underneath it all. However, this was only because I had recently starting buying these things for myself, and phasing out my collection of well-worn underwear and utility bras.

Part of me was tempted to joke around with Tara about her wedding night lingerie set, but we really were not quite close enough to tease each other and she was doing her best to hide the fact that she was nervous as hell. Everybody should know better than to tease a nervous woman about her choice of outfits.

"You look great!" I assured her. "Ready?"

"Yup," she nodded and clicked a garage door remote from inside her pocket.

...

Tara's nerves were starting to show by the time we parked near Dwayne's house and walked to his door. She seemed to relax a bit when Dwayne greeted us both warmly and let us inside. We sat in his living room and chatted for a bit to help everyone settle in. I was grateful Tara took off her sunglasses and stowed them in a coat pocket. Dwayne had set out three wine glasses and a sealed chilled bottle white wine, but did not offer it or mention it until Tara asked if she could have a glass. I opened and poured the wine for the three of us and we resumed our conversation. We discussed consent, preferences, and a safe word before we made our way upstairs to Dwayne's bedroom.

Dwayne's preparation did not disappoint. His room was warm, and auxiliary light-stands around the room chased away any shadows. There was one video camera on a tripod. The camera I would be handling was resting on his dresser, and a familiar handheld camera roughly the size of a cell phone was on Dwayne's nightstand. Chilled bottles of water sat in an open cooler in a corner of the room, away from the bed. The bed had been stripped of blankets and only a crisp navy-blue mattress cover was on the bed and two pillows in equally fresh-looking cases. I might have gone with white for the bedding but now thinking of Tara's white lingerie and light skin, she might have looked washed out for the cameras on a white bed.

Dwayne was barefoot in his room but was dressed in a mint-green business shirt and grey slacks. The shirt was open at the top. Without a t-shirt beneath, I could see hints of his chest muscles. A pang of jealousy over what I was about to watch...film, tugged at me.

In response to the warmth of the room I took off my flannel just as Tara began removing her coat. I took her coat and placed them both on a bed in a bedroom across the hall. I considered that I should have taken my shoes off before I came upstairs and removed them. Then wondering about static electricity and the camera I would be working; I took my socks off too and stuffed them in my sneakers.

When I returned, I had a moment to appreciate Tara's whole outfit. Her white stockings and heels were finished off with a plain white sundress. The hint of the garter around one thigh only just visible below the hem of her dress. She looked young, cute and pure. 'At least it was not her wedding gown,' I thought to myself.

Tara glanced at me in my t-shirt and yoga pants and gasped lightly in delight.

"You got your nipples pierced! They look hot. Good for you," she offered.

I looked down at myself and confirmed they were visible through my bra and t-shirt. I supposed I would have to get used to them being regularly noticeable. Dwayne powered up the cameras, started them recording and handed one to me. I took a position away from the tripod camera and watched through the view finder screen as Dwayne returned to the center of the room, a few steps from Tara.

Tara looked to me and Dwayne, then asked, "Can I start?"

Dwayne smiled and nodded. Tara bounced in place and then composed herself. She closed the distance between herself and Dwayne, then put her hands on his chest. I felt another pang of jealousy. She put her fingers on the buttons on Dwayne's shirt.

"Can I?" she asked.

Dwayne nodded again and she opened his shirt, pushed it slowly off his shoulders, then pulled it untucked from his slacks and let it drop to the floor beside them. Tara ran her fingers over his muscles and kissed his chest. She ran her hands up onto his shoulders and had to stand on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed his neck above her arms, but I noticed she was not kissing him on the lips. I wondered if that was a ground rule they had established.

With her stretching to reach up and hold Dwayne, the hem of her dress lifted, showing her garter, the tops of her stockings, and the bottom of her ass. I quietly moved into position with the camera to catch the angle. As I panned up her body it struck me that she had quite a dainty frame. I wondered how in the world she would fare when it came time to handle Dwayne's girth.

When Tara unwrapped her arms from Dwayne, he lowered himself to a squat and ran his hands up Tara's leg, reaching up under her skirt while they looked into each other's eyes, he slid the garter down her leg. She lifted her foot so he could finish removing it and he placed it in his pants pocket. He rose back to standing then took the thin straps of her sundress in his hands and pulled them off her shoulders. He let go of the straps and Tara let the dress fall to the ground around her feet in a slow billowing motion that reminded me of an autumn leaf falling from a tree. She stood before Dwayne in a white lace bra, lacy bikini cut panties, lace top thigh highs, and dainty white heels. I had to admit she was young and beautiful. Dwayne moved in and cupped her breasts and put his mouth at the exposed skin above the bra. He reached his hand around her back and unclasped the bra, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. Her pert breasts barely moved after being released from the lingerie. Her light pink nipples were small and tight. Dwayne took a nipple in his mouth, and she cooed while she ran her hands along his back.

When he pulled away, Tara reached for his waist and began opening his pants. The slacks would have fallen on their own accord but Tara pulled them down along with Dwayne's black boxer briefs all in one go. In a squat of her own, she was eye level with Dwayne's impressive girth. He was not fully aroused, and I knew he would get larger. Tara was already in awe. She took the erection in both hands and caressed it. She looked up at Dwayne with a toothy smile while she stroked his growing erection.

I noticed my breathing had changed. The room was getting warm. I tugged at my t-shirt in an attempt to cool down. My camera was focused on Tara. I looked up and met Dwayne's eyes. He gestured for me to go ahead and take my shirt off. I figured it could not hurt. I was warm and maybe everyone stripping down a bit would make the atmosphere more natural for Tara. Holding the camera steady with one hand, I slipped out of my shirt and switched the camera to the other hand to finish taking it off. There might have been some camera wobble, but Dwayne could clean that up in 'post'. I tossed the shirt aside and shared a brief grin with Dwayne.

Tara was fixated on Dwayne's rising erection and was paying no mind to anything else. Seemingly satisfied she had essentially teased Dwayne to an adequate erection, she stood and backed up to the bed. She sat down and scooted to the center of the mattress. I followed her with the camera and got a nice view of her with her legs parted slightly, heels on the bed, and an expectant look on her face. With Dwayne out of my frame he held out a hand to me. That was my cue, and I removed one of the condoms I had purchased for him... us, from the coin pocket in the waistband of my yoga pants. I handed it to him, then got him in frame. Dwayne tore the wrapper open with his teeth and applied the condom to himself. He was letting anticipation build. I was watching his technique, to see if I had missed any tricks to putting these things on.

I tracked Dwayne with the camera as he joined Tara on the bed. He gently took hold of Tara's lace panties and pulled them down her legs and let them fall to the floor beside the bed. She was smooth, pink, and perfect between her thighs. I got a nice angle while Dwayne moved in with his face and began to go down on her. Tara immediately threw her head back and squealed with pleasure in a way that felt a little theatrical. Maybe her husband did not do this for her, and she was not acting. Who knows? I focused on my job and soon her moans of pleasure sounded very natural. She was lithe and beautiful and getting very turned on.

The room was still too hot. The t-shirt was not the problem. These yoga pants were too thick and must be what was making it too hot in here for me. I thumbed at my waistband and tugged them down. I negotiated may way out of the yoga pants using one hand at a time. Doing so while holding a camera steady was not easy but I managed it. Losing the layer of yoga pants felt much better.

I refocused on my job just in time to see Dwayne had incorporated his fingers into pleasing Tara, while his tongue worked Tara's clit. He had two fingers insider her and her young nubile body was responding. The microphone picked up the sounds of her wet pussy lubricating Dwayne's fingers sliding in and out of her. Soon Tara squealed through her first, definitely real, orgasm. I admired her visible abdominal muscles contracting while she looked down, watching Dwayne make her come.

Whether Tara knew it or not, Dwayne had explained to me the basic stages of what would happen so I could be in the right spot with a camera. Once Tara's orgasm waned, Dwayne crawled further up the bed, looming over Tara. I came around to the side of the bed to get the important shot of Tara's expression while Dwayne entered her for the first time. The shot needed to be just right. I needed to see her face but also get the insertion in frame. I positioned myself near Tara's shoulders, so I could still see her face in the right side of the view finder, but I had a view down her body to where Dwayne would soon be between her legs. It would have been better if she straightened her left leg out a bit.

Dwayne leaned back a bit to give the camera a view between their bodies and pressed Tara's knee down. Now I had the perfect shot I was going for in view. Then he guided his cock to her entrance and started pressing inside her. Tara's reaction was predictable; mine was the same the first time.

She gaped and started taking shallow breaths, feeling Dwayne enter her and stretch her body open like she has never felt before. Her expression was priceless, and I got the shot. I was feeling proud of myself. As I held the camera steady and focused on the view finder, I felt a hand brush my right wrist. I looked over and saw Tara was reaching out trying to grab at me. I held the camera with my left hand and freed my right. Tara frantically took my hand in hers and squeezed as she felt Dwayne press inside her. I checked the view finder. You could see her arm leave the frame, but my arm was not visible. I relaxed and let her hold me as she adjusted to Dwayne's length entering her more deeply than she had ever been penetrated.

As they settled into a rhythm on the bed I let go of Tara's hand and moved around to the foot of the bed to get the next angle. Dwayne had prepped me that this was an important one too. I needed to get a good amount of closeup footage of his erection pumping in and out of Tara's tight pink pussy. I found my angle and settled in. Soon, her previously clear vaginal juices were being churned into a creamy white and coating Dwayne's condom covered cock. My panties were getting very wet watching this through the camera. I heard Tara moan through a second orgasm. I knew the tripod camera had a full view of the bed and the angles could be changed in post-production to get whatever Dwayne thought he needed. I was also assured he could crop the frame of the tripod camera to edit me out of the periphery. I need not worry about walking in front of the tripod camera as he could cut between camera angles to edit me out there as well. So, I was free to move around the room provided, I did not position myself directly in front of the camera or linger too long on either side of the bed. It was an interesting introduction to movie making magic.

"God, you're so big," I heard Tara breath, as she struggled with only part of Dwayne's length inside her.

"Yeah, baby?" Dwayne replied. "You like that big dick?"

"Yes," she replied between frantic breaths.

"Can your husband fuck you like this?" he asked.

"No!" she said.

"You want all this dick?" he asked.