Dear Cyndi:
I don't know what to do. A couple days ago, my husband thought I was sleeping and he was alone downstairs. I was actually awake and hoping he would come to bed soon, and when he didn't show up, I went down stairs to get him. I guess he didn't hear me because while I was standing a couple steps from the bottom. I saw him on the couch jerking off to a video tape.
Our tape drawer was open and in it we have some sex tapes that we watch together, but this particular tape wasn't just any porn. A few years before I met my husband, I was in a very serious relationship. The best thing about it was the great sex. About a year into our relationship, we started making tapes of ourselves. We would then watch it later and either start getting it on again, or watch each other make ourselves cum.
In total, we made about 15 tapes all about two hours long. I can remember so often when we weren't having sex and there was nothing on TV to watch, we would pop in a tape and watch for a few minutes and end up making love. It was a fantastic hedonistic relationship until he tragically died in a car crash. When that happened, I threw all the tapes out, or so I thought, and eventually moved on with my life. A couple years later I met my husband and we've been happy ever since. At least that's what I thought until I saw him watching a tape of me and my ex while playing with himself.
The tape he was watching, as I remember it, was one I particularly enjoyed making. It was from about a year after we met, and a culmination of about a month's sex. When I started watching, my ex and I were sitting on the couch in our apartment. In the background I could hear some heavy panting, and I could remember while we were making that tape, we were watching an earlier tape we made.
We were both still dressed, but he was groping by boobs and sucking and kissing them through my clothes. Watching it on tape, I could see how erect he made my nipples as they pushed against the shirt. While he was busy with my breasts, you could see my hand pushing against the hard cock trying to bust out of his pants. His pants were loose enough that I was even able to grab the shaft and stroke, and you could see just how long and hard he was.
I remember how much I wanted to suck that cock, and I undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees while he was still playing with my breasts. He started to undo my shirt, but I didn't want to wait, so while he was sitting there, I went down, pushed his pants down to his ankles, and took that huge throbbing cock into my mouth. The look on my ex's face was that of ecstasy, and my husband seemed to enjoy it because he started stroking a little faster.
My head and hand moved over the full shaft slowly, and every few strokes, I would take my mouth off and stroke him quickly for a few seconds, only to resume with my mouth again. The grunts from my ex started to grow louder, and I could see his hips starting to flex with each stroke when I moved my mouth off his cock and quickly jerked him until the first stream up cum shot up. With that, I put my mouth over head and continued to stroke, feeling his cock pulse under my hand with his hips flexing trying to shove the shaft deep into my mouth. A few more hip flexes ended his orgasm, and for a few seconds he sat motionless on the couch as I felt his cock soften in my hand.
He clearly wasn't done, though because, after he got his breath back, he started to undo my shirt. By this time, I was really horny, and wanted him to get at my stuff, so I was more than happy to help. We stood up together, and he shook his pants off his ankles as he pulled my shirt over my head. After dropping it to the floor, he took off his shirt while I removed my pants. He was standing there completely naked with his cock pointing somewhat south, and I was there with only my underwear. That didn't last long as he reached behind me and undid the clasps to release my C-cup sized breasts.
The moment they were free, his hand cupped one and he pulled his head down to kiss and suck the nipple. With his other hand, he found my panties and started to caress me through my clothes. His mouth and hand moved from breast to breast making sure each nipple stayed hard and erect, and his other hand worked it way under my panties to find moist lips and an aroused clit. He gently caressed my engorged clit and slid his finger down between the lips, and I remember that I was tingling so much I thought he would make me cum right then.
