It was just another boring evening at home since the Covid-19 stay at home orders were put in place. Since moving to Las Vegas only a few short months ago, Cammie and her husband of three years, Mark, did not know many people outside of a few work colleagues. With Cammie working her full time college instructor job at home and Mark being recently furlough for 30 days from his casino management job, the young couples' weekday evenings primarily consisted of picking something up for dinner at the local drive thru and cuddling on the living room sofa to watch a streamed movie. Depending on Cammie's workload the following day, they may end the night with a couple of hours of pedestrian sex which would knock Cammie out for the night. As the mundane days, evenings, and nights of staying at home seemed to bleed into one another, Mark and Cammie eventually became restless of their routine schedule. One evening after finishing up the latest action movie over a couple of pizza slices, Mark suggested for them to watch a dirty movie together.
Pornos were never Cammie's thing, but she was so bored she agreed with little hesitation. For the next two weeks, porn watching became a legitimate hobby for Cammie and Mark to do in the evenings. When the sun went down, they both excitedly prepped their living room with their favorite snacks and opened a bottle of wine to share. Cammie felt so dirty getting a kick out of watching these vulgar movies with Mark. She could not deny the wetness she felt trickle out of her mound when watching these films as a small puddle of her juice stained the seat of her panties. Often, Cammie and Mark would head to the bedroom immediately after the movies were over. Some nights consisted of love making with the most passionate kisses and whimpers of extasy. Other nights were just straight up fucking nights. Mark would sometimes have Cammie's back pressed against the bedroom door while he used his brute strength to hold up her entire body weight so he could push his rock-hard cock in out of her cunt as he stood in place. If they made it to the bed, Mark was bound to have Cammie twisted like a pretzel as he had his way with her. Mark and Cammie's sex life was never better, and it was all thanks to stay at home orders.
With much convincing, Mark eventually got Cammie to agree to participate in one of Mark's fetishes of fucking Cammie doggy style will he looked at a busty, porn star get plowed on the television screen by a huge cock at the same time. Initially, Cammie was uncomfortable with Mark's sexual perversions. But as they started having sex in this way more, Cammie started to notice that she looked forward to the rawness of being fucked by her husband in this way. Her womanhood got moist thinking about how he orders her to strip off her clothes and position herself on all fours facing the television. Cammie looked forward to the feeling of fullness as her husband long cock forced its way into her tight pussy. With Mark, Cammie was always able to climax. He was in immaculate physical shape. His chiseled frame seemed to have a never ending supply of raw, sexual energy as he would push his thick hips forward again and again, making sure Cammie could feel every stiff inch sliding in and out of the wetness between her legs. At times, Cammie could have sworn she could feel Mark's dick all the way at the pit of her stomach as he was not small by any means.
The sex itself never failed to live up to expectations once Cammie and Mark began fucking while watching porn on a nightly basis. Over time, Cammie and Mark's fuck sessions could only be described as hot, sweaty, and rough. The room filled with sounds of bare, sweaty flesh pounding against each other. Cammie's moans would intermingle with moans coming from the television as Mark would grab her ponytail and continue to pound harder. She often felt he was going to pull her hair out of her head as he groaned from his juice being emptied into Cammie. Little did Cammie know that Mark had even kinkier things in mind.
That evening, Mark handed Cammie a tall glass of wine as she closed her computer for the day. After a few sips of wine, Cammie smirked and Mark and thanked him. "I'm too exhausted to fuck tonight, baby." Cammie mentioned with an apologetic look. Mark gently kissed Cammie's lips, finishing the lip lock with a little nibble of her bottom lip.
"Just let me do all the work, then," Mark purred. "I want to make you feel good."
Mark placed the glass of wine at Cammie's lips, encouraging her to consume more of the liquid. Before she knew it, Cammie was laying face down on their master room bed, buzzed from the wine. Her underwear had been removed and tossed to the ground by Mark leaving her only in her bra. Cammie could feel Mark prop a large pillow under her stomach so that her ass and pussy were positioned higher. She shivered as the air from the room hit the warmth between her legs. Soft moans left Cammie's lips as Mark's fingertips tickled her wisps of pubic hair, made their way to the folds of her pussy, and ended with teasing her clit.
Cammie thought she was going to explode from the pleasure. She could feel her juices slowly run down her inner thighs. Through her moans, she heard Mark faintly ask if he could he film her. "Did he really say what I think he said?" Cammie thought as Mark continued to finger her. She was so drunk, however, that all she could do is moan in response. He knew what to do to drive her to the edge. Mark began moving his fingers in and out of Carrie's soaking box causing her to scream again and again. He whispered, "thank you, baby" and suddenly stopped moving his fingers. Cammie felt his weight lift from the bed as he began walking towards the corner of the bedroom where he kept his high-end camcorder. Videography was a hobby of Mark's, so he made sure he always had the latest and greatest in electronics.
Cammie jerked up and her eyes widened in shock as she witnessed a naked Mark, walk back and forth, first setting up his tripod and then his camcorder.
"Mark," Cammie whispered. "You weren't being serious about recording me, were you?"
"Listen, Cammie, "Mark began. "I know this is not something we have done before and it's out of your comfort zone. But I want to finger you on a live camera feed. It is for this website called Quarantined Pussy Live. Your face won't be shown, and neither will mine."
"Are you kidding me right now?" Cammie asked, angrily, pulling the covers over her bottom half.
"It would be hot just to try it, Cammie." Mark purred in her ear seductively after sitting down beside her. He reached beneath the covers and rubbed her inner thigh gently. "I think you'll like people being able to see you in that way. Think about the freedom of letting people see that side of you but not knowing that it is actually you."
Mark knew that Cammie had a little fetish of her own, but she was too proper to ever own up to it. Last summer, they spent the weekend at a beach resort. Mark recalled the thrill Cammie got when he fucked her with their balcony door open. She got turned on about the idea of people being able to hear her moans of pleasure but not knowing they were coming from Mark and Cammie's room.
"Are you sure no one will know it's us?" Cammie asked. "If something like this got out about me, it will destroy my career. You know that."
Mark gingerly rubbed Cammie's head and gave her a kiss. "I promise no one will know. Your face will not be shown. Just your pussy and ass."
Cammie nervously bit her lip and she thought about Mark's proposition.
