After several long hours of yardwork, I was finally done. I picked up the glass of water, the ice having melted, and practically inhaled the scant contents. Using the garden hose, I filled the glass again, and almost literally did inhale the contents. Then I did it again, finally feeling satisfied.
I thought ahead to the following day, when my twin nieces would arrive to spend a week with me and my wife. With two seven-year-old girls in the house, there would be little time for Rebecca and I to have to ourselves, so I determined that for the rest of the day, I would devote all my time to her, even if that did mean washing the dishes and mopping the floors.
I entered the house at last, finding that she had definitely cleaned the kitchen and the living room while I was working outside. The cool air inside was a very welcome respite from having been in the sun for several long hours, and actually made me shiver slightly. But, to my surprise, I did not see nor hear my young wife.
Perhaps I should have called for her. But instead, I slowly roamed the house, trying to remain as quiet as possible to sneak up on her and surprise her, much like I used to do when we were seven-year-old kids in the old neighborhood. She was not downstairs, nor was she in the basement, and I began to wonder if she had decided to take a bath.
If that was the case, I planned to join her, for I certainly needed a bath... or at least a shower.
When I came to the top of the stairs, however, I knew that she was definitely not taking a bath.
From where I stood, I could see through the wide-open bedroom door. Rebecca was on her stomach upon the bed. As naked as the day she was born, a hand stuck out from underneath her to repeatedly plunge a bright-red dildo into her body as she humped her own wrist. Facing away from me, she had no idea that I was watching her, and from the soft sounds she was making, she likely would not even care that she was being watched.
Then I noticed it: the DV camera atop one of the dressers, pointed directly at her, positioned so that I would be in the background of the shot. Although we sometimes filmed ourselves as we made love, this was the first time – to my knowledge – that Rebecca had filmed herself without my knowledge, without my presence. While I certainly enjoyed looking up my wife's spread legs and watching continually impale herself with the dildo, I had a sense that this was supposed to be a surprise, that perhaps sometime while I was at work, she would upload this video to the computer and edit down into something meaningful and surprise me with it. I had to wonder just how many times she might have filmed herself in these compromising situations, and hoped that perhaps there would be a montage of her "best moments" soon to be coming my way.
I hesitated. I wanted to go to her, to lay beside her and touch her and kiss her as she pleasured herself, or perhaps take over control of the dildo or – even better – replace the dildo with a real phallus. Yet with each halting step I made toward the open bedroom door, I had a growing sense that I did not belong there, that I needed to leave her in peace and give her the privacy she apparently wanted.
Eschewing the shower, I turned around and slowly went back downstairs, my manhood quite hard from having seen her secret performance. When I heard her cry out, I regretted my decision, yet I knew that it was for the better.
